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The Teacher's Conference
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Robin has a conference with her daughter's teacher to 
discuss her future. Neither of them could know her 
future involves getting knocked up by her teacher. This 
author's attempt at telling a story primarily from a 
female point of view. (MFf, ped, bi, reluc, 1st, rom, 
preg)

***

Author’s Note: While I’ve been married to one for 30 
years, I cannot claim to understand women. This, 
however, is my attempt to tell a story primarily from a 
woman’s perspective. Please go easy on me ladies. This 
is how I THINK I’d feel if I were one of you. B.O.B. 

***

Robin sighed as she approached the school. Sometimes it 
was a pain being a single mom. Like now, having to go 
to a teacher's conference. Mandy had probably gotten in 
trouble some way. Mandy, came home one day with a note 
from Mr. Wilson requesting a meeting with her to 
discuss "a situation concerning Mandy". Mandy hadn't 
read the note, which was sealed, and when she did she 
claimed she had no idea why he might want to see her, 
or what the "situation" was. 

Robin knew that Mr. Wilson was Mandy's favorite 
teacher, because she talked about him all the time. The 
look on Mandy's face when she did that looked familiar 
to Robin. Robin remembered that look on her own face 
when, at age 15, she was babysitting for the Andersons 
and she let Jim Anderson have her virginity. That had 
been so much fun she'd let him have her again and again 
until she found out she was pregnant. Then he'd 
distanced himself from her, leaving her high and dry. 

Mandy was only 14 and Robin was very strict with her. 
Robin had been there and didn't want Mandy to have to 
work so hard to make it in the world, like she had to 
do. Knowing that her daughter had a crush on the 
teacher, when Robin called Mr. Wilson she wasn't 
surprised that he sounded nice. They arranged to meet 
after school on a Thursday, when Robin didn't have to 
be at work.

So now she was about to meet this Bob Wilson person to 
find out how her life would be complicated more than it 
already was. She wandered down the hallway, looking for 
his room as a few straggling kids made their way 
towards their lockers, or the exits. A Janitor was 
mopping the floor. Otherwise the place seemed empty.

Robin hadn't thought about how to dress for a teacher's 
meeting, but if she had she probably couldn't have done 
better. She had on skin tight jeans and a silk blouse 
that hugged her breasts. She was a healthy young woman, 
only 29 years old. After having Mandy, she'd struggled 
to finish school and then had been required to jump 
right into the job market to support herself and her 
daughter. She loved Mandy dearly, and was never sorry 
Mr. Anderson had knocked her up. 

But it had been hard. 

She managed to take good care of herself, eating 
healthy and getting plenty of exercise as she spent 
time with her precious daughter. She had therefore kept 
the knockout body that had gotten her pregnant in the 
first place. Her thrusting breasts were still firm and 
proud as they pushed through her 38 CC bras and the 
button down shirts she liked to wear. Her stomach had 
flattened out after having Mandy but her hips had 
stayed spread, ready to have more children. She'd 
breast fed Mandy, and her nipples had stayed large and 
sensitive after she weaned the girl, ready to suckle 
more lovers and children. 

But there was no time for that. Her work consumed all 
her time that she didn't spend with Mandy. Whenever she 
remembered how nice sex was she took care of things 
with her fingers. In her job she didn't meet any men 
that interested her. She didn't miss men much.

Until she walked into Bob Wilson's classroom.

She stuck her blond head in the door and saw a handsome 
man with a full head of dark hair. There were small 
wings of gray just above his ears, but he was obviously 
in good shape. "Hello? I'm looking for Mr. Wilson" she 
said tentatively.

The man smiled. He had a BEAUTIFUL smile! She wasn't 
prepared for the heat that blossomed in her loins. It 
was easy to see why Mandy would have a crush on this 
man. She hadn't felt that particular kind of heat for a 
long time. She blushed, because of what she was 
thinking of.

The man spoke with a deep resonating voice. "I'm Bob 
Wilson. And you have to be Robin Walker." He stood up 
and came from behind the desk. He was tall, with broad 
shoulders. His hair was wavy and his teeth were very 
white in his tanned face. He held his hand out to her 
and she raised hers weakly. 

"How did you know?" she asked, unable to think of 
anything else to say.

"Well, Mandy is a beautiful young lady," he said, "and 
the resemblance between you two is remarkable." 

He was a slick one. She'd have to be careful with this 
one. His hand was warm and he gripped hers firmly, but 
gently. He smiled again and she wanted to look at that 
smile forever. She let him lead her to a door behind 
the desk. "Let's go into my office where we can be more 
comfortable." he said. He took her to a nice padded 
chair and she sat down.

There was a couch in the office, but he grabbed his 
desk chair and brought it in front of her. When he sat 
down his knees were only four or five inches from hers 
and she noticed his closeness as he invaded her space. 
She realized she was breathing more deeply, like she 
had just finished a nice brisk three mile walk.

"This is crazy," she told herself. "I'm acting like a 
teenager!" She tried to harness her emotions and said 
"What's this all about Mr. Wilson? Has Mandy caused 
some trouble?"

"Please, call me Bob," he smiled again and her stomach 
fluttered. 

Damn that smile. 

"And no, there's no trouble. Please, believe me when I 
tell you Mandy is one of my best students." He smiled 
again and she wanted to climb on his lap. 

He was different from other men she knew in another 
way. They ALL stared at her breasts when they talked to 
her. But not this man. His eyes were looking directly 
into hers. They never even flickered lower than her 
chin. For some strange reason this bothered her more 
than those who let their lust show clearly on their 
faces. She knew she was a looker, but he didn't seem to 
notice. Other than his brief reference to her beauty. 
There was that.

"I'm please to hear that," she said. "I'm very proud of 
her myself."

"You should be. Mandy's told me a little bit about your 
family. You've done a wonderful job of raising her 
under difficult conditions."

"I'm not sure I like the idea of Mandy telling people 
things... Personal things." objected Robin.

Bob held up his hands. "Please, I don't pry on purpose, 
but sometimes it's valuable to know what's going on at 
home to help a young person make the best of their 
educational opportunities. That's why I asked you here 
today. I wanted to talk to you about college."

"But Mandy's only 14!" said Robin in a shocked voice. 
"Isn't it a little early to be talking about college?" 
Robin didn't like thinking about college. There was no 
way in the world she'd be able to send Mandy to even a 
State college on her salary.

"Ordinarily I'd agree, but Mandy has a particular gift 
that needs to be exploited now." 

Robin looked at him curiously. Finally his eyes dropped 
briefly to her chest, and then shot back up to her 
face. For some reason that made her feel very, very 
good. Maybe he wasn't gay after all. She was wondering 
why she should even care when he went on. "Mandy has 
displayed an exceptional talent for learning foreign 
languages. I took the liberty of having her read 
several books on languages as part of her assignments, 
and her talent is incredible. She seems very interested 
in them too."

Robin realized she was looking at his lap. He had a 
nice lap, bumpy in just the right place. She blushed 
and raised her eyes. He was smiling. "OK, but what does 
that have to do with anything?" said Robin.

"Well, there is a very competitive market for 
translators, especially translators who know more than 
one language. Based on what I've seen, Mandy would have 
no trouble becoming expert in six or seven languages. 
If she does, she can write her own ticket. I'm talking 
salaries in the six figure range."

Robin's mouth fell open. "But we can't afford College," 
she said weakly."

"I know." he said. "but the problem is she needs to 
start learning NOW. Studies show kids start losing the 
ability to learn foreign languages as they enter 
puberty. What I'm saying is that college isn't 
necessarily the best way for her to proceed. I'd have 
to recommend tutors, and they need to begin now."

Robin sat back, and her knees parted as she went limp. 
She saw his eyes dart to her crotch, and again, she 
felt good about that instead of angry. This guy was 
something else. "I can't afford tutors either." she 
said firmly, and leaned forward to stand up.

Again his hands went out in front of him. "I'm aware of 
that. I wanted to arrange to tutor her myself."

She froze. "What?"

He smiled. "I speak nine languages." he said simply.

"What?" she repeated.

"I'm an Army brat," he said. "We traveled all over the 
world with my dad, and I learned one or two languages 
in every country we were stationed in. I can teach 
Mandy now, and then, later, when she is employed, we 
can discuss my fees.

"But it can't be that simple," gasped Robin. This man 
was offering thousands of dollars of tutoring with only 
the possibility he'd ever be paid anything.

"No, it won't be simple," he agreed. She'll still need 
a degree. But if I work with her until she graduates, 
she'll be able to test out of her undergraduate 
language classes. She's an excellent student, and I can 
get her a full scholarship for the rest. She’ll have to 
do about two years, and can pursue her Masters and 
Doctorate while she's employed. Most translators of her 
caliber are contractors, and work only when they want 
to.

Robin stared at him hard. "Why would you do this?" she 
asked. She was on guard now. He'd set the hook, and she 
was waiting for him to try to haul her in.

"She has talent. She's a fantastic student. She's 
beautiful, like her mother. She's had a hard enough 
life. I can help. Why NOT do it?"

Robin didn't know what to say, "I don't know what to 
say. I need to think about this."

"How about this?" he said. "I'll come over some night 
and give her a lesson. You can watch and see what 
that's like, and what her talent is like. We can talk 
about it as much as you want. I just don't want her to 
miss an opportunity."

"Why aren't YOU making six figures if you can speak 
nine languages?" asked Robin suspiciously.

"I did," he said simply. "I banked three million 
dollars in ten years and decided I wanted to teach 
school. So I went back to school and got a teaching 
degree." He said it like it was no big deal.

Robin shuddered. He was handsome, smart AND rich. She 
felt her pussy get damp and she knew she was going to 
have to find that dildo she'd bought and hidden away. 
"That's a good idea," she said. "Friday night? Bring 
your wife and we'll have dinner."

"Thanks, but I'm not married," he smiled. Her pussy 
spritzed again. "I never had time," he finished as he 
showed her out. His hand in the middle of her back felt 
hot and she shivered again.

Mandy, of course, was ecstatic. The idea of her 
handsome teacher coming to the house for dinner made 
her very happy. She'd been having feelings about Mr. 
Wilson... feelings that made her want to wash between 
her legs extra when she took showers. She knew about 
masturbation, but wouldn't have told you she did that. 
It just felt good to wash and think about Mr. Wilson. 
So she was excited about it. It was obvious her mother 
was excited about it too. Robin made an extra special 
dinner, and had dressed up in a skirt and blouse! She 
NEVER wore stuff like that at home. And she was 
humming! Mandy knew what a girl looked like when she 
liked a boy. Could it be that her MOTHER liked Mr. 
Wilson?! That would be weird.

Her reverie was broken by the sound of the doorbell. 
Her mother jumped and looked all around frantically, 
like something might be wrong. "Get the door honey!" 
she barked. "Don't make Mr. Wilson wait." Mandy skipped 
to the door and opened it. She sighed. He was soooo 
handsome. On impulse she hugged him, pressing her big 
soft teenaged breasts against his chest. "I'm so happy 
you could come over for dinner!" she squealed. "This is 
soooo cool!"

"Mandy!" barked her mother again. "A proper lady 
doesn't throw herself at a man." she scolded.


Mandy pushed Bob away and winked at him. "Maybe I'm not 
a proper lady yet!" she grinned and pulled Mr. Wilson 
into the house. "This is our house" she said, as if 
introducing him. She pulled him further, taking him on 
a tour as her mother stood there helplessly. Bob waved 
and smiled as he was dragged into the hallway. Robin 
could hear her daughter announcing each room "And this 
is the bathroom... and this is my bedroom... and this 
is my mom's bedroom..." 

Robin flinched as she realized she'd left her old 
clothes lying around wherever they fell when she 
changed into something nice for Bob. She blushed as she 
realized she'd left her panties on the floor by the 
bed, and her bra on the bed itself. She was going to 
skin Mandy alive.

Mandy and Bob came back into the kitchen and Robin 
started in on Mandy without waiting. "Mandy! Don't show 
the man the messy parts of the house!" 

But Bob was laughing. "I haven't seen a female's 
bedroom in a long time," he grinned. "They smell good. 
Besides, I didn't really see anything I'd call messy 
exactly. My place looks much worse. My underwear is 
hanging from the ceiling fan." He grinned again to show 
he was kidding, and Robin flushed pink at his obvious 
reference to her unmentionables.

They had a nice dinner and then Robin listened as Bob 
talked about the similarities between Spanish and 
Italian. She knew Mandy had taken Spanish in school, 
but didn't know how much she apparently knew. Then she 
watched in awe as Bob ran Mandy through a series of 
ever harder vocabulary and grammar rules in Italian. 
Robin hadn't been aware that Mandy knew any Italian at 
all, much less enough to make rudimentary sentences. 
But Bob praised her and she shone with pride when he 
complimented her.

"Honey I didn't know you knew ANY Italian," said Robin, 
shaking her head.

"I didn't, Mom. But then Mr. Wilson explained how it's 
similar to Spanish. After that it's easy!" Mandy acted 
like she hadn't done something amazing at all. When she 
wasn't looking Bob pantomimed saying "See what I mean?"

Robin said, "Mandy, honey, why don't you go over to 
Janet's. Mr. Wilson and I have some things to discuss." 
Then she turned to Bob. "You can stay for coffee?" He 
nodded and Mandy skipped out the door.

It only took her five minutes to agree to however Bob 
wanted to handle the tutoring. It was decided he would 
do it at her house, since that would be easier for her 
and Mandy. Then they sat at the kitchen table and just 
talked about things. Eventually she said, "Tell me how 
it is that a man like you doesn't have ten women 
hanging on him all the time."

He grinned. "Most of them only want my money. I'm 
pretty particular about the women I hang around. You 
and Mandy are good examples. You're both beautiful and 
intelligent. You know how to appreciate small things. 
You don't have inflated fantasies about how the world 
owes you something. You're... honest. That's very 
attractive to a man like me. but I don't meet women of 
your caliber in the circles I usually travel in."

She was almost overcome by the feelings that washed 
over her at his compliments. She tried to keep things 
light. "So, what your saying is that tonight you're... 
slumming?" She arched an eyebrow.

"Oh no," he put his hand on top of hers. She felt an 
electric shock. "No, I've come UP in the world being 
introduced to you." He removed his hand, but didn't 
smile. If he'd have asked her to go to bed with him 
right then, she'd have ruined her blouse tearing it 
off. 

But he didn't. They finished their coffee and he left. 
They had decided to tutor two nights a week - Tuesday 
and Friday.

The tutoring went well. Robin was surprised to find he 
was teaching Mandy all the languages at the same time, 
instead of working on one and then following with 
another. He said that was because there were more 
similarities between languages than differences, and if 
you learned something in one language, it was pretty 
easy to transfer it to another. And, every night, after 
the lessons were done, Mandy would do her homework, or, 
on Fridays, go to her friend's house to hang out.

It was on such a Friday night that things took an 
interesting turn. 

Mandy had gone to a friend's house several blocks away. 
Robin was putting dishes in the sink. She'd left the 
radio on low during Mandy's lessons and heard a song 
she liked. She hummed and swayed her hips with the 
music. suddenly Bob was right behind her. He had a 
glass in his hand, but he said "Do you dance, Robin?"

She turned, and he was only inches away. She could 
smell him. He smelled like... MAN. She took the glass 
and set it on the counter behind her. "I used to, when 
I was young."

Bob breathed into her face "You're still young. You 
should dance." He hooked his arm around her back with 
his right arm and pulled her to him while his left 
found her hand and lifted it to his chest. "With me," 
he added.

Robin knew she was lost as soon as his arms closed 
around her. Her knees felt like jelly and the very 
first step she took was on top of his foot. "I can't," 
she gasped, trying to pull away from him. It was like 
trying to uproot a hundred year oak tree.

"Why in the world can't you dance with me?" he said, 
leading her through a series of steps.

"Because you confuse me," she panted. She unconsciously 
molded her body to his. He felt good. That was the 
problem. "And because if I dance with you I'll... want 
to do... other things with you." She realized what 
she'd said and felt panic. "Things I shouldn't." She 
pushed him hard and he let her move away from him, but 
he kept her hand. She stood, trembling, panting.

"Let me make you a promise," he said gently. He brought 
her hand up and kissed it softly. "I'll never do 
anything to you, or with you that you don't 
specifically approve first. How's that? Besides, All I 
want to do is dance with you."

She was like a deer in the woods, that smells danger, 
but can't see it. His tug brought her back to his chest 
and she felt safe. They danced. Inside five minutes she 
was dripping wet. She could actually feel the juices 
running down the inside of her thighs. She'd never felt 
so slutty in her life and she was fully clothed! 

The song came to an end and he dipped her. She lay back 
on his strong arm, limp, her head thrown back, her 
breasts thrust up. He chose that moment to kiss her 
exposed neck. She almost had an orgasm, and struggled 
briefly until she felt him standing her back up. They 
weren't dancing now, but his arms were still around 
her. 

She looked up into his tanned beautiful face and said, 
"You cheated."

"I'm sorry," he said, trying to sound contrite.

"No you're not," she said.

"No... I'm not," he agreed.

She reached up and kissed him, and in that kiss she 
knew this man owned her... that she would do anything 
he asked, let him do anything he asked. She thought 
dimly that she wasn't on the pill, but during that kiss 
she couldn't have cared less. When it broke she said "I 
think I need to go to the bedroom."

His big eyes stared down at her. "I don't think I can 
wait that long" he said. He lifted her and she found 
herself sitting on the kitchen table. His hands were 
sliding up the outside of her legs, lifting her skirt. 
She always wore a skirt when he was coming over. She 
felt his hand grasp her panties and she lay back and 
lifted her hips for him. Then, before she could kick 
them off, his face was in her sex and she was galloping 
off on her first orgasm. He zeroed in on her clit with 
his tongue and teeth. She'd been so close already that 
the first touch sent her into spasms. Her legs shot out 
straight and her fingers found his hair, pulling him in 
tighter.

It was then that Mandy came in the door.

Having gotten bored at her friend's house, she decided 
to go back home. She opened the door to see her mother 
lying back on the kitchen table, her legs straight up 
in the air and spread wide, her blue panties hanging 
off one ankle. Mr. Wilson's head was at the juncture of 
her legs, where her skirt lay pushed up on her stomach. 
Mr. Wilson was going down on her mother!

They hadn't heard the door open, so they didn't know 
Mandy was there. To be honest, Robin was making so much 
noise that they wouldn't have heard it even if they'd 
been listening for it. She wailed and moaned and 
groaned her way through that first orgasm, and then 
tripped right into another one as Bob eased his long 
finger into her little-used pussy. He probed her 
depths, feeling for her cervix, which he then teased 
with his fingertip. Robin's hands were flailing and 
beating the table top.

Mandy was frozen in place as she watched real sex going 
on. She'd heard her friends talk about this, but seeing 
it was different. Her pussy itched and she wished 
someone, especially Mr. Wilson, was doing the same 
thing to her that he was doing to her mother.

Bob stood up. His pullover shirt came off almost 
instantly, and his belt and zipper were undone just as 
fast. Robin raised her head to see what was going on 
just as he dropped the pants. 

He wasn't wearing any underwear. 

He was very erect... and his erection was VERY 
impressive. He wasn't circumcised, so the plumb shaped 
glans was softened by the foreskin covering it. Still, 
he had to be seven or eight inches long. Robin's eyes 
opened wide. Since she'd had Mandy, she'd had sex 
exactly twice. Both were what turned out to be one-
night stands, and she'd decided after that that it just 
wasn't worth it. She'd carried condoms with her back 
then. Not any more.

But, staring at Bob's prick, she decided that it WOULD 
be worth it even if it only happened once. She groaned, 
"YESSSSS... OH PLEASE!" as he fisted his cock and 
touched her pussy lips with it. Then she let out an 
agonized groan as, in one slow stroke, he bottomed out 
in her, mixing his curly brown pubes with her curly 
golden ones. Part of her couldn't understand how it all 
fit into her, while the rest of her sang for joy. She 
was stuffed as she'd never been stuffed before.

Mandy realized she had undone the buttons of her jeans. 
As she watched, unbelieving, and Mr. Wilson slid that 
big boner into her mother's pussy, she slid her hand 
into her panties. That helped and she stifled a moan of 
her own. This was the first time she'd ever done this 
outside the shower, but it made her feel MUCH better. 
She watched what was happening on her kitchen table as 
she diddled her pussy.

Once he was buried in her belly, Bob stopped, letting 
his cock soak in her, and letting her pussy adjust. She 
was the tightest woman he'd ever had, and he knew she 
was stretched considerably. While he waited for her 
pussy to relax, he unbuttoned her blouse and let it 
fall to her sides. He was pleased to see her bra 
fastened in front, and he released that too. She had 
beautiful thick and stiff nipples. He leaned over and 
sucked one in, doing to it what he'd done to her clitty 
earlier. Her hips bounded up off the table as she went 
"AWWWWWE!" 

Bob felt her pussy loosen and he gave her an 
exploratory pull and push. She replied, "OH FUCK BOB 
YOU'RE KILLING ME!!"

"I don't think so sweet thing." He pulled out and sawed 
back in three more times, switching to the other 
nipple. Robin's hands played in his hair, holding his 
head to her breast. He began to fuck her in earnest, 
using long slow strokes that made his cock tip mash her 
cervix every time he went in.

"You... bastard," she panted. "You... may... not be... 
killing... me... but... you're ruining me... for any 
other... man."

"I hope so," he grunted as he fucked her socks off. "I 
don't much... care... for the... idea... of you... 
doing... this... with another... man."

"OHHhhhhhh," moaned Mandy's mother as her hips jerked, 
fucking him back. "Just fuck me please."

Mandy couldn't believe this. Her mother was acting like 
a total slut, using words Mandy had never heard her 
use. And the way she shoved her pussy up at him... it 
was the hottest thing Mandy ever thought of seeing. She 
was digging in her pussy with a vengeance now. Seeing 
Mr. Wilson's wet shiny penis sliding in and out of her 
mother's pussy made her want to let some boy do that to 
her too. Even better would be if Mr. Wilson did it to 
her. She wanted to be a slut too! Her mother started 
making weird noises again, like when she'd been banging 
on the table with her hands.

Mandy's pussy spritzed as she realized her mother was 
having an orgasm.

Robin went limp as the last orgasm ripped through her. 
Before tonight, she hadn't had an orgasm for months, 
and in the last fifteen minutes she'd had six or seven. 
She looked up at the man who was doing this to her. Her 
legs were resting in his arms as he almost leisurely 
slid that wonderful cock of his in and out of her. She 
could see in his face that he was getting close. 

She thought of what that cock could do to her if it 
went off inside her. Rapidly she thought back to her 
last period. Three weeks ago. She was probably safe, 
and, being this close to her next one explained why she 
was so frantic to have him in her. She'd always been an 
easy fuck when her period was close. Mr. Anderson had 
known that and had always asked her to baby-sit when he 
thought she was close.

She was about to ask him to pull out when he leaned 
over and sucked her nipples again. And she was off to 
the races as yet another intense cum flowed through 
her. During that cum Bob reached his own plateau.

"Robin," he grunted. "I'm going to cum. Are you safe?"

She heard the word "safe" and it rang a bell. She'd 
just been thinking that she was "safe". She almost 
blacked out from the thrills shooting through her body 
but she managed to gasp out, "Yes!"

"Good," he groaned. "I just hate to pull out." And with 
that he let a great rush of semen flush into his 
beautiful lover's sex. His penis pounded, shooting 
streams of thick cum into her starved pussy. At first 
it seemed like her pussy was soaking it up like a 
sponge as he pressed into her and his cock spat over 
and over again. 

He expected to feel it squirting our around his cock 
where it entered her, and when he didn't, he realized 
his cockhead had penetrated into her womb and he was 
painting the walls of Mandy's first home with his 
spunk. He growled, liking the idea that his sperm was 
in so intimate a place. He slowly sagged, holding 
himself up with his elbows.

Mandy knew what had happened. Mr. Wilson had shot his 
sperm into her mother.

That was what it took to make Mandy have her very first 
orgasm. She had it with her finger stuck in her pussy, 
holding herself up with her other hand placed on the 
doorjamb. She was in the throes of that first orgasm, 
almost paralyzed with pleasure, when the hand holding 
her up slipped. She crashed to the floor with her hand 
firmly buried between her legs.

Several things happened at once. Robin lifted her head 
and saw her daughter on the floor. It was obvious that 
Mandy had her pants undone, and that her hand was 
inside them. Mandy's mouth was open in a silent scream 
that looked like she was in intense pain.

Bob turned his head and saw the same thing. He 
instinctively stepped back from Robin, dragging his 
half hard cock out of her. It was dripping with silvery 
sperm, and a long string of it extended downward, 
swinging as he moved.

Mandy looked up to see that spermy cock, and her 
mother's open pussy, with more sperm welling up and 
beginning to spill out onto the table. She jerked her 
fingers and, as a gift of her mother's genes, she found 
out she could have multiple orgasms too. "Awwwunngg!" 
she wailed as her pussy felt fantastic.

Robin, mortified that her daughter had seen her like 
this, slapped one hand over her pussy and struggled up 
to her feet. "MANDY!" she yelped. She stood, shirt 
open, breasts proudly jutting, hand covering her sex. 

Bob thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever 
seen.

Mandy writhed on the floor 'Ohh mommeeeee!" she gasped. 
"It feels so gooood!"

Just as suddenly as she'd panicked, Robin realized what 
was happening to her daughter. Most mothers never get 
to share in that first sexual joy their daughters have, 
and that was not lost on Robin. She went to her baby 
and cradled her in her arms, cooing to her "It's OK, 
baby, just enjoy the feeling."


Mandy was sobbing, but not from pain. She tried to talk 
"I... saw... you... and... Mr.... him... and" Her 
mother cut her off. "It's OK dear. I know. It must have 
been a lot for you to try to understand." Robin looked 
over at Bob who was still standing there, exposed. She 
mouthed the words "PUT THAT THING AWAY" He jumped to 
pull his pants up, zipping them and buckling the belt. 
He didn't put his shirt on though.

Mandy had calmed down some, and was breathing more 
evenly. She pulled her hand out of her pants. It was 
slick and wet. She didn't know what to do with it. 
Suddenly Bob was there with a washcloth. He took her 
hand and cleaned it gently. "Uh" he said "Princess, you 
weren't supposed to see that."

Mandy looked up at him. None of the crush she'd had on 
him was gone. "I know, and I shouldn't have watched. 
I'm sorry. But it was just so... interesting. And then 
I felt all funny and I had this itch and...."

Robin stopped her again. "We know honey. It's perfectly 
normal."

Mandy sat up. She couldn't help but look at her 
mother's naked body, especially at the pool of thick 
white fluid that had dripped out of Robin's pussy while 
she sat with her daughter. "That's Mr. Wilson's sperm," 
she whispered. 

Robin looked down, and then up at Bob. She shrugged. 
"Yes, that's Bob's sperm. When we were making love he 
had an orgasm, and it came out of him and into me." She 
had always been pretty up front with her daughter, and 
decided to keep it that way.

"So... are you... pregnant now?" Mandy said it in a 
little girl voice.

"No. Well probably not." said her mother. "It's the 
wrong time of the month for me to get pregnant."

Bob's head jerked, "I thought you said you were safe."

"I AM safe," said Robin firmly. "Just not the way you 
thought."

"And you let me...?" said Bob with wonder in his voice.

"Yes," she said simply. "I like you. A lot."

"Goody," said Mandy.

It was Robin's head that jerked this time. "Now wait a 
minute young lady. Don't you go getting any ideas 
about... things. This... I mean Bob and I... what 
happened here tonight. It just sort of happened. Like 
an accident almost."

"So you won't do it any more?" asked Mandy.

Robin looked at Bob. He was just waiting. "Probably 
not," said Robin. She saw the disappointment in his 
eyes, but she also saw the acceptance. It made the glow 
in her pussy come back.

Mandy was looking at Bob too. She had a far away look 
in her eyes. "So... If he's not gonna do it with you 
again... maybe he could do that... with me?"

Robin and Bob's voices twinned "MANDY!" Robin went on. 
"You KNOW that would be wrong! What's the matter with 
you? He's your TEACHER for pity's sake!"

Bob took another approach. "Mandy," he said softly. She 
looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "Sweetheart, you 
mean an awful lot to me, like your mother means an 
awful lot to me. You're a beautiful young woman and any 
man would be proud to... do that with you. But I'm old, 
and you're young, and I'm your teacher and they'd put 
me in jail for sure and then I wouldn't get to see you 
ever again. That would break my heart. But you'll find 
a boy some day, and it will happen, and it will be 
wonderful for you." 

Robin had started to bristle when he sounded like he 
wanted to have sex with the girl, but realized what he 
was doing when she saw the gratitude well up in her 
daughter's eyes. He had made her feel like a desirable 
woman, and not a rejected kid.

"So you'll still be my tutor?" said Mandy.

Bob looked at Robin. "Wouldn't that make you feel... 
funny? I mean after what you saw us do tonight?"

Mandy laughed. "No WAY! I hope you do it AGAIN! I've 
wanted a little brother or sister for YEARS!"

Robin flushed red. "Mandy, have you no shame?" she 
said.

Mandy looked at her almost naked, sperm leaking mother. 
On impulse she put one finger in the puddle of cum that 
had dripped out of Robin's pussy. She knew that some 
girls ate this stuff. Naughty girls. Her mother had 
acted pretty slutty up on that table. Her impulse led 
her to put that finger, dripping with cum, up to her 
mother's lips. Robin's eyes opened wide and her mouth 
opened to scold her daughter. 

Mandy said, "I have as much shame as my mother." and 
she slid the finger into her mother's mouth.

Robin was so shocked at what Mandy had done that she 
let the finger go in. Then it was there, and it was 
obvious that her daughter was more sophisticated that 
she had thought, and there was nothing to do but close 
her lips and suck her lover's cum off her daughter's 
finger. It was so erotic she moaned.

Mandy leaned over and whispered, but it was loud enough 
for Bob to hear "Mommy, I think if you don't let him 
keep doing that... you're crazy." Then she got up, and 
with amazing dignity, buttoned her pants and walked 
into the hallway toward her room.

The two adults were left staring at each other. "Wow," 
said Bob.

Robin didn't know what to feel. She'd been hurt before. 
"Apparently my daughter is a little more grown up that 
I knew." she said.

"Thank you," said Bob. He had stood up and was offering 
his hand to her to help her stand up.

"What?" she said

"Thank you," he repeated. "For what just happened."

"Well, that's a new one," she said under her breath. 
"I've never had a man thank me for having sex with 
him."

"That's not what I meant," he said, reaching out to 
her. "You let me make love to you. You let me... give 
you part of me." She was acutely aware of his sperm 
running down her thighs. "You may have altered your 
life forever because of what you let me do... in you." 
He was looking at her intently. "Robin, you have to 
understand... I don't kiss and tell. I don't run around 
fucking every woman I see. I told you I'm picky. I AM 
picky. What you let me do means a lot to me, even if it 
doesn't to you. That's what I'm thanking you for."

Robin felt terrible. This guy was too good to believe. 
"I'm sorry Bob," she said, with tears coming into her 
eyes. "I'm not used to men being... gentlemen. And it's 
been so long that I acted like a slut. Just LOOK at me! 
Half dressed, semen running down my thighs, my hair a 
wreck."

The next instant she was in his arms and his warm chest 
was pressed against her heavy breasts. She looked up at 
him only to see his lips coming down for a kiss. She 
let it happen. When they broke he said "You look 
beautiful and sexy to me, and I don't do this with 
sluts. It's against my rules."

She pushed him away and said I'm going to go clean up. 
If you're still here when I get back, we'll talk. If 
you're not, I'll understand." She took a shower, but 
did not try to get his sperm out of her pussy. Somehow 
she wanted to leave some part of him in her. she 
brushed her wet hair back and put on a robe. He was 
sitting at the kitchen table, his shirt back on, 
looking normal as pie. He had a cup of coffee for her. 
They talked for a long time. She decided that the 
tutoring should continue. 

As for the rest, they made no plans.

When he was gone Robin went to talk to her daughter. 
Mandy was lying on her stomach, reading a book in bed. 
She had changed into her nightshirt. Robin looked at 
her differently, seeing a young woman in the flush of 
puberty, her body ready for things that society said 
were wrong.

"I'm sorry you had to see that tonight honey," she said 
to break the ice.

Mandy rolled over. "Hi Mom. Don't be silly. The girls 
talk about that stuff all the time. I'm GLAD I saw it. 
It was so HOT! What does it feel like Mommy? It looked 
like it HURT! But you weren't acting like it hurt. You 
were acting like it was WONDERFUL! And..." she closed 
her mouth as Robin put one finger against her lips.

"Mandy! Honey! Calm down." She looked at her little 
girl and was amazed to see a woman in her little girl's 
body. She'd always been up front with Mandy. "It DOES 
feel wonderful." she said. Mandy nodded, urging her on. 
"And I suppose you could say it hurts, but it hurts 
GOOD, instead of hurting BAD. It's hard to explain." 
She remembered the look on Mandy's face when she first 
saw her. "Mandy? When you were watching us... and you 
had your hand inside your pants... What did that feel 
like?"

Mandy blushed. "Haven't you ever done that Mom? I 
thought all girls did that sooner or later!"

Now Robin flushed. "Yes. I've done that. That's not 
what I meant. When you were... masturbating... how did 
it feel?"

Mandy's eyes got that far away look. "It felt... yummy! 
It felt like my whole body was going to break into 
little pieces and float away."

"That was an orgasm, honey. That's what it felt like 
for me too. Except that when Bob... when a man is... 
making love with you, it feels even better. But it's 
sort of like what YOU felt. Didn't it feel... good 
painful? When you had your orgasm?"

Mandy nodded vigorously. "I understand. YES! It hurt, 
but it hurt nice."

"So, that's what it's like," said Robin.

"But he looked so BIG! How does it FIT? And what about 
when he... you know... squirts in you? What's that 
like?"

Robin realized she was going to have to go the whole 
way. "Well, he WAS big." Now it was HER eyes that had 
the far away look in them as she remembered the 
fabulous feel of being stuffed with hard cock. She 
shook her head. "It feels OK, though. I mean a woman is 
made to take it. And when he cums..." she said 
dreamily. "I mean, you can feel it, yes, and it's nice 
too. But honey you're much too young to be thinking 
about these things."

Mandy looked at her mother with suddenly adult eyes. 
"How old were you when you had me, Mommy?"

Robin flinched. "You know very well I was only 
fifteen," she said. "But it was a mistake. It shouldn't 
have happened."

Mandy's eyes didn't change. "So I'm a... mistake."

Robin frowned. "That's not fair Mandy. You know I love 
you, and would never give you up. But that's not what I 
meant. I should have waited until I was older. I missed 
out on so much honey, and I don't want you to miss out 
on anything."

"Mom," said Mandy seriously. "The way I see it, if you 
had waited, like you said you should have, I wouldn't 
be here. I'd be somebody else, or I might not even 
exist."

Robin sighed. Sometimes it was difficult having an 
intelligent daughter.

The next Tuesday night the tutoring went well. Bob 
stayed for coffee, but that was all. The Friday 
following that went well too. Mandy, when the lesson 
was over, stood in front of the two adults and said 
"I'm going over to Janet's to watch a movie or 
something. I'll probably be gone a long, long time. 
Should I call you before I come home?" she ended 
sweetly.

Bob looked at Robin and shrugged his shoulders. Robin 
looked at him and remembered what it had been like. She 
looked at the floor. "That would be fine, dear."

Mandy grinned and hugged her mother. "Have fun," she 
whispered. Then she finished "I'd prefer a brother if 
possible."

Robin tried to swat Mandy on the rear, but the girl was 
too quick. As she went by Bob she looked him up and 
down like he was for sale and she didn't know if she 
wanted him or not. Then, with her hand on one hip, she 
said "Play nice." and skipped out the door laughing.

Bob didn't move. He looked at Robin, sipping his 
coffee. She leaned back in her chair and studied him. 
"You're going to make me beg, aren't you?" she said.

"Why, Madame, I have no idea what you're talking about. 
I'm just a poor itinerant tutor who has enjoyed a meal 
and the hospitality of the Mistress of the house."

"And now you hope to enjoy the Mistress of the house 
herself?" smiled Robin.

"Very much, Madame... very, very much." He stood up and 
before she could react he'd thrown her over his 
shoulder and was carrying her toward her bedroom. Over 
his drawl of "May I assist Madame to her chamber?" she 
kicked and squealed, but she loved it.

Mandy had left the house, but not the yard. She'd left 
the garage door open on purpose and she snuck back in. 
She'd practiced this several times, and she'd oiled 
hinges and made sure that locks were unlocked. She gave 
them ten minutes and then snuck back in the house. 

There was a linen closet that went between her mother's 
bedroom and the laundry room, with a louvered door in 
each room. She'd moved things around so that she could 
go in the laundry room and climb into the linen closet. 
She then had a relatively unobstructed view into her 
mother's bedroom. She was wearing gym shorts so she 
could get to her pussy. 

She wasn't disappointed.

Mr. Wilson was on his back on the big bed. Her mother 
was kneeling over him, and she had about half of that 
interesting penis in her mouth. She felt a thrill as 
she remembered feeding her mother the man's sperm. 
She'd been right that her mother might be the kind of 
woman who liked the taste. She looked at her mother's 
naked body critically, comparing it to her own. Mr. 
Wilson had said her mother was beautiful and sexy. And, 
since her mother's body was just a slightly more mature 
version of her own, that meant she was sexy too. 

She heard her mother tell Mr. Wilson that he tasted 
good, and then she was lying on top of him, kissing him 
and rubbing her body all over him. Mandy was getting 
hot. She wondered what those kisses felt like. Mr. 
Wilson's hands rubbed all over her mother's body. She 
wondered what that felt like too. He had nice hands.

There was movement on the bed and Mandy watched, mouth 
open as Mr. Wilson lay her mother back. He picked up 
her feet and put them on his shoulders as he crawled 
between her legs. As he bent over her, that made her 
knees go up to her breasts as she bent almost double. 
Her pussy was wide open as a result and Mandy could see 
that her pussy lips were thick and purple looking. 

Mandy knew her own were pale, pinkish white. She 
slipped a finger between them now, searching for the 
knob she'd found the week before. Mr. Wilson moved and 
Mandy saw his penis. It stood out from his loins, long 
and thick and hard, like a club. It pointed right at 
her mother's open sex. Slowly it moved toward those 
puffy purple lips until they kissed it. 

Her mother moaned. Mandy heard Mr. Wilson say, "I 
brought a condom. I could get it."

Robin groaned, "You bastard. You like torturing me, 
don't you? If you stop now you're done. I'll get 
dressed and kick your pretty butt out. Do you hear me 
Bob Wilson?"

"Yes Ma'am" he said, and Mandy watched as he slid that 
naked thing into her mother's pussy. 

Mandy watched so intently that she drooled. He didn't 
just ram it in and out. Instead, it was like his penis 
was a brush and he was painting with it. He stroked her 
mother with it. Her mother, by contrast, flailed and 
screamed and wiggled her butt like a wild woman. Mandy 
could tell when her mother had an orgasm, because her 
fists beat the bed and she wailed her happiness. After 
three of those, she watched as he pulled his big prick 
out of her mother. It was still hard and long, and it 
looked... delicious. 

Her mother was pushing at him, making him move, making 
him lie down on his back again. Then she crawled up on 
him and, sitting up like she was riding a horse, she 
put his penis back in her and sat down on him. His 
hands came up and cupped her mother's big breasts. She 
saw him pinch and pull at the nipples and her mother 
threw her head back, mouth open, a long groan filling 
the room. Now her mother raised up and sat back down - 
hard. Then again and again, until she was rising and 
falling, pounding poor Mr. Wilson into the bed over and 
over. She heard Mr. Wilson say something about cumming. 

If anything her mother's assault on him got even more 
violent. 

Mr. Wilson yelled, "You HAVE TO GET OFF. ROBIN!"

Her mother stopped, frozen, sitting down hard on him. 
"No... I don't," she said. She had a look of 
concentration on her face and Mandy could see the 
muscles of her abdomen... moving! They moved like a 
belly dancer's stomach moved, undulating, the only 
thing moving on either person.
 
She heard Mr. Wilson groan "Where in the world did you 
learn how to do THAT?!"
 
Her mother leaned over him, rubbing one of her breasts 
on his face. "The only other man I've ever let cum in 
me taught me how to do that." she said. "I was Mandy's 
age, and he was Mandy's father."

Mandy didn't know what was happening, but the result 
was that Mr. Wilson's butt bucked up off the bed and he 
grunted "Oh fuck, I hope you know what you're doing." 
Then he made nonsense sounds as her mother threw her 
head back again. Robin said, "Ohhh I love that feeling. 
Give me some more big boy, make me hot and wet inside." 

It was then that Mandy realized that Mr. Wilson was 
shooting his sperm inside her mother again. She felt 
the same thrill, rubbing her pussy hard, but kept 
herself from getting that special feeling or making any 
noise. She didn't think they'd be very happy if they 
found out she had watched them again.

Mandy had planned everything perfectly so she could spy 
on her mother and the sexy and amazing things her 
mother did with Mr. Wilson. She'd arranged the linens 
in the closet so she could crawl onto the shelf and lie 
down in comfort while she watched Mr. Wilson fucking 
his big slick penis in and out of her mother’s pussy. 
But Mandy wasn't an engineer. 

It never occurred to her that her body weight might be 
too much for a linen closet shelf. As she watched Mr. 
Wilson pumping his thick cum into her mother's womb, 
Mandy rubbed her own pussy furiously, which caused her 
to roll around on that shelf... which suddenly broke.

The first moment Mandy knew something was wrong was the 
instant she felt weightless. Then there were towels and 
washcloths flying in the air all around her and she 
couldn't see anything. The big stack of towels she had 
put under the shelf, so she could climb ONTO the shelf, 
tipped her toward her mother's room. The slatted door 
she'd been peeking through burst open and she rolled 
onto the floor at one corner of her mother's bed.

Robin jumped up off of Bob, exposing his spermy penis, 
in her reaction to being half scared to death. This 
time she was completely naked, and since she was 
standing up, spread legged, the big dollop of Bob's 
cream that came out of her pussy turned into a long 
stringy teardrop that landed on Bob's leg. Bob tensed 
and began to sit up, which pressed a last big glob of 
white cream out of his cock. It caught in his foreskin 
as he recognized Mandy and lay back down.

"MANDY SUE WALKER!" her mother screamed. "WHAT IN THE 
WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!" Then in a softer voice "You 
almost scared me to DEATH!"

Mandy sat on the floor looking guilty. "I'm sorry 
Mamma, but I just wanted to see it again. It makes me 
feel so... GOOSHY inside and I just couldn't wait... 
I'm sorry Mamma... please don't be mad at me."

She looked pathetic sitting there. Her hand was out of 
her pants, but she'd creamed on it pretty good, and she 
held it up in the air. Bob got up and walked over to 
where Mandy was. His dangling spermy cock was right at 
her eye level for a second and her eyes got huge and 
round as she stared at it so closely. Then he kneeled 
and took the hand she had rubbed her pussy with. 

He brought it up to his nose and sniffed. Then he put 
one of her fingers in is mouth and sucked on it. He 
turned his head to look at Robin. "She was masturbating 
while she watched us." he said. He dropped the hand, 
which Mandy stared at like it was some savage beast. 
Then she realized his penis was going to be in her face 
again and she looked at that.

Bob went and sat down next to Robin, who had gotten 
down off the bed and was sitting with her head in her 
hands. She looked up. "Mandy, what are we going to do 
with you? You can't sneak around and watch people have 
sex."

"I know, Mamma. I'm sorry," said Mandy. "But you said 
you weren't going to do it with him any more. So when 
you did I wanted to see. If you'd let me go on dates I 
could find out for myself, but you won't let me go out 
with boys."

Robin raised her head. She stared at her daughter. 
"Mandy, that's WHY I don't let you go out on dates. I 
know what would happen if you DID go out with boys. She 
spread her legs and pointed at her sperm soaked pussy, 
still oozing thick rich sperm. "THIS is what would 
happen, Mandy. I KNOW this would happen because I've 
BEEN there."

"That's what I don't understand, Mamma," said the girl, 
standing up. "You did it when you were my age, and it 
looks like such fun, and I want to know about it, but 
you won't let me. It's just not fair."

Robin sighed. "Mandy, just because I did it when I was 
your age doesn't make it right. You're too young. 
That's final. You have to promise not to watch Bob and 
me any more, is that clear?"

Mandy brightened. "Then you'll keep doing it with him? 
Oh YAY! I like him a lot" she said, as if he wasn't 
sitting naked, two feet away. "And will you keep 
letting him squirt inside you? So I can have a baby 
brother?"

Robin flushed. "That wasn't supposed to happen. I got 
carried away. That was my weakness when I was a girl, 
Mandy. I loved to feel that hot wet stuff inside me. It 
got me you, Baby. But I don't know about a baby brother 
for you. Bob would have to agree to that, and we hardly 
know each other."

"It sure looks like you know each other pretty well to 
me," said Mandy. Bob laughed out loud.

They chased Mandy out, with her promise she wouldn't 
spy any more. Robin started to get up to get dressed, 
but Bob wheedled her back into bed, where he cuddled 
her and they talked. Before long Bob started sucking on 
Robin's turgid nipples. "You taste so good," he said 
during a transition from one to the other.

"Which reminds me," said robin, straining her breast 
toward his mouth. "How did
Mandy taste?"

He looked up, with a guilty look on his face. "Sorry 
about that. I just reacted. But she tasted like you... 
good."

"Well, I like it a lot when you taste me," she moaned. 
"But right now I want to be full again. I think you're 
addictive maybe." She spread her legs as he rolled over 
on top of her.

"I don't think that's a bad thing at all," he said as 
he mounted her. He slid in and she wiggled her hips in 
joy. He stroked her for a while, mashing her clitty 
with his pubic bone until she was writhing. "You know," 
he said, "I've never been a father before." He pushed 
in and rubbed his bone against her in little circles.

"You bastard," she said, but there was no heat in it.

"I'm not saying I have the right to give you a child" 
he said, grinding harder. "But you're the finest woman 
I've ever met. And the only one I've ever wanted to 
make pregnant."

"You have the most silver tongue of any man I've ever 
met," she moaned. "And you know about my weakness for 
feeling a man cum in me. Ohhh Bob I can't stop you. If 
you don't want to be a Daddy it's up to you to pull out 
of me. I can't help myself. I'm a slut and I'll always 
be a slut." Her hips were hammering up at him now, her 
pussy gobbling his cock.

He kissed her, pushed in hard and froze. "Can you do 
that thing? That you did before? Can you do it on your 
back?"

Robin moaned louder, "Ohhh yes, you silver-tongued 
bastard." And she went to work with her muscles, 
milking his embedded cock until it bulged and he sighed 
as he gave her another helping of his rich creamy baby 
butter. As she felt it flowing into her womb, Robin 
began crying. "Ohhh fuck I think I love you Bob Wilson. 
I don't want to, but I think I do anyway. Why did you 
have to come into my life?

Bob leaned into her, emptying his balls in her 
receptive belly. "That's not such a bad thing, Robin," 
he said softly into her ear as his cock dribbled its 
last. "I think I love you too. And I sort of wonder 
what it would be like to have a son."

Robin stiffened at his words, but it was the stiffness 
of a runaway orgasm that rocketed through her at his 
words. 

No other man had told her he loved her.

They'd told her she was a good fuck, and a good sport, 
but not that they loved her.

As the orgasm washed over her and her pussy spasmed 
around his cock, Bob whispered again in her ear. "And 
you're not a slut, Robin... you're a woman who knows 
what she likes... and, my little fuck bunny, of 
course." Her tears continued as she burst into 
laughter. 

She pushed him off of her saying, "Get OFF me you big 
prick," she laughed. "I can't take any more of this 
tonight."

"AHA!" he crowed. "Even MORE evidence you aren't a 
slut. A slut could go all night and ask for more!" She 
swatted his naked butt as he tried to duck out of the 
way.

Once again, though, he didn't stay the night.

The following Friday night Mandy went to a sleepover 
and Robin allowed him to cum in her again. By his own 
reckoning and what she'd said, she was getting near her 
fertile time. By now Bob had decided he liked this 
woman enough to stay with her as long as she'd let him. 
Marriage wasn't out of the question either, though he 
thought she wasn't ready to talk about that yet. After 
he filled her they lay nuzzling in bed. 

"It would be nice to wake up to this," she said softly.

"It would indeed," he agreed, fondling her buttock. 
"I'll go if you want me to, but unless you do I'm 
really quite comfortable right here." 

She sighed and nestled into his arms even deeper. "What 
about Mandy?" he asked as he kissed her hair.

"She'll probably have her own orgasm when she finds you 
here in the morning," said Robin sleepily.

The phone rang. Robin reached and cradled the receiver. 
"Oh Hi Mrs. Carter... WHAT!?" She sat bolt upright, her 
full breasts wobbling. "Oh my... yes... I understand... 
Yes! Send her home immediately. Tell her she has 
exactly four minutes before I come looking for her. 
No... I don't think that's necessary right now. You say 
he didn't actually... uh... get it IN any of them? Well 
I think we can handle this between parents. Yes, I mean 
it is sort of normal for that age group. Yes. Thank you 
Mrs. Carter. I'll be in touch soon. Bye, bye."

She hung up the phone and looked at Bob. He raised an 
eyebrow. "We may have a problem. I may have a problem" 
she corrected herself. "Apparently Mandy and Janet and 
another girl they know all invited a boy to their 
sleepover." 

He raised the other eyebrow. "Mrs. Carter didn't know 
about it, and didn't approve it." she went on. "Anyway, 
it seems she went to the room and went in instead of 
knocking. The boy was there, naked. All the girls were 
naked. The boy was just about to have sex with Mandy 
while the other two girls watched. And then he was 
supposed to do them too." She got up and put on her 
robe. Bob got up and put on his slacks and shirt.

Robin turned to him. "Bob, she's going to do it with 
some pimply faced boy if we don't satisfy her 
curiosity. What are we going to do?"

"Well, now that's a quandary," he said.

She thought. "I don't suppose you might...?" she didn't 
finish.

"You've GOT be kidding," he said evenly. "I know you're 
a wonderful woman, but a woman who shares her man with 
her 14 year old daughter? That goes way beyond 
wonderful."

"I know, it's crazy." she admitted. "But you wouldn't 
have to... you know... put it IN her exactly. Maybe 
she'd be satisfied with oral sex." Neither of them 
could believe they were having this conversation. 

Mandy slunk in the front door. 

Her mother looked at her and said "Sit down, right 
there," she pointed at a chair. 

Mandy sat. 

Robin drew Bob closer to her, across the room and 
whispered. "Look, I know how you make me feel with that 
wonderful tongue of yours. Maybe if you give her five 
or six orgasms and just flat wear her out she'll decide 
that's enough. I mean I know I don't have any right to 
ask you to do this, but I can't think of anything else 
to do."

He looked at her. "I'll do it if you stay there. You 
have to be in the room," he said. "In fact I think it 
would be a good idea if you helped." 

Robin raised her eyebrows. 

He explained, "It sounds like those girls have done 
something together before this". 

Robin's eyes widened and she nodded. 

"And she needs to know she can be as intimate with you 
as anyone else. Then, maybe she'll come to you before 
she goes to a stranger." 

She nodded. 

"OK," he said. "I'll do it."

Robin turned around. Mandy had obviously been trying to 
hear what they were saying. "Go into my bedroom" she 
told Mandy. Mandy got up and, head down, went where she 
was told. They followed her. As soon as they were in 
the room Robin dropped her robe. bob started removing 
his pants and shirt. Mandy turned around and her eyes 
widened.

Bob walked over to Mandy. She watched his swinging 
penis. He reached out and began to unbutton her shirt. 
She looked up at him wonderingly. He slid the shirt off 
her shoulders and reached around behind her to unsnap 
her bra.

"Mommy?" she said in a quavering voice.

"Yes dear?" said Robin, who walked over and stood 
beside them. Mandy turned her head and looked at her 
mother's face.

"Um... Ohhhhhhhhh," signed Mandy as Bob's hands slid 
around her body and cupped her bulging teen breasts. He 
thumbed her nipples and then tweaked them gently, 
pulling them away from her tit flesh just enough to 
stretch them out, but not hurt. 

"Ohhh Mommy, what's he doing?"

Robin slid behind Mandy and then let her own hands 
glide around her daughter to her stomach. Her hands 
slid up and replaced Bob's as she cupped her daughter's 
breasts. She found nipples stiff from Bob's 
manipulation and strummed her fingers over them.

"He's going to make you feel good honey."

"But..." she stopped, frozen as Bob's hands reached her 
jeans snaps and undid them. He knelt and pulled her 
jeans and panties down. Her golden teen muff was bared 
to him and he sniffed long and loudly. 

"You smell good Mandy," he growled. He pushed his nose 
into her sparse pubic hair. and she instinctively 
pulled back. Her butt ran into her mother, though, and 
she couldn't get away.

"Mr. Wilson?" said Mandy in a shaky voice.

"You're going to have to learn to call me Bob when 
we're doing this," he said in his deep voice. He kissed 
up her belly as it rippled and moved. Then her breasts 
were there and he captured a nipple and sucked on it 
hard. 

She squealed and danced on her feet. She'd have fallen 
with her feet tangled in her jeans if her mother hadn't 
held her up. Bob stopped and took off her shoes, then 
pulled her jeans off. As her right leg came free of the 
jeans her legs were spread and Bob dove in, fastening 
his mouth to her pussy lips and pressing his nose into 
her unused young clitty. 

Mandy shrieked as she felt a man's mouth on her pussy 
for the first time. Her mother was holding her breasts, 
and she couldn't get away from the feeling, which was 
much more intense than anything she'd ever done to 
herself. "Mommeeeeee," she wailed.

Bob licked her for a while and then stood up. His prick 
was stiff and straining and Mandy stared at it in 
horror, thinking he was going to stick it in her. He 
pushed her and Robin backwards toward the bed. Robin 
got out of the way and when Mandy's knees hit the bed 
she fell backward, her legs spread. bob seized them, 
holding them open and went to work on her virgin pussy. 
He licked and sucked and blew and nibbled. 

She went off like a string of Chinese firecrackers, 
having one orgasm after another until she couldn't 
breathe. He let her rest and then did it again, this 
time sliding his fingers deep into her pussy as he 
licked and sucked her clit. She wailed and cried out 
for her mother, who made things even more intense by 
kissing her daughter passionately and sucking her 
nipples. Finally Mandy was lying limp, unable to get up 
at all.

Bob reared back. His cock was painfully hard. He looked 
at the plump wet virgin pussy splayed open before him 
and wanted to skewer her with his cock.

Robin looked at him, and at his cock, and at her 
daughter's pussy and licked her lips. Bob looked over 
and saw her. He saw her lean back slowly and spread her 
legs. She held her pussy open for him. He was on her in 
a flash, driving into her with a passion he'd never 
known. He began cumming as soon as he was fully seated 
and did nothing more than rabbit fucking motions as his 
prick emptied his balls in his lover. 

"Thank you," he wheezed in her ear. She hugged him 
close and enjoyed her favorite feeling... the feeling 
of hot, wet sperm bathing her pussy.

They eventually ended up cuddled together... and slept.

Bob awoke to the feel of a cool feminine hand on his 
erect penis. It was stroking him slowly, building up 
his hard to full mast. He was on his side and he could 
smell and feel a woman in front of him, and feel 
another one behind him. All that soft warm female flesh 
made his dick begin to leak as the anonymous hand 
languidly masturbated him. The hand bent his cock and 
nosed into what was obviously pussy hair, and then 
between two fiery pussy lips. He was only half awake, 
but the feel of those slick gates made him arch his 
hips. He felt his cock slip into that pussy an inch and 
he heard her gasp lightly. 

He was suddenly horny and he bucked again, driving 
another two inches into her. He wanted to roll on top 
of her and sink deep, but it was so nice between the 
two women. He let his back relax, and he slid back out, 
almost completely
before he flexed again and pushed back in. Her sleepy 
voice said, "Mmmmmmm..."

Now he was too horny to want to lie there. With a surge 
he rolled, sliding between her thighs. His chest felt 
her breasts. He growled again and rammed home. He heard 
an agonized groan. Something was wrong. 

"Robin?" he said. 

Her voice came to him, "Hmmm?"

From beside him.

The realization of what had happened hit him hard. His 
cock was buried not in Robin, but in Mandy's virgin 
pussy. He'd fucked it into her as if she WAS Robin, who 
was used to his girth, his length. Now his cock lay 
buried in the belly of a 14 year old girl whose hymen 
now lay in shreds as her pussy pulsed around his cock.

Wait. It WAS pulsing. It was rippling like a flag in 
the wind, and there were no more cries of pain. She was 
having an ORGASM!

He couldn't believe it.

It had to be genetic. Robin could cum just from his 
initial penetration, or from his suckling of her thick 
rubbery teats. If he used his mouth on her she could 
cum four or five times in fewer minutes. Now Mandy 
appeared to exhibit the same randy nature as her pussy 
orgasmed around its first cock. She had tried to get 
herself fucked earlier in the evening and had been 
stopped. 

Now she'd succeeded in getting a stiff prick in her 
pussy and she was already enjoying it to the max. Bob's 
balls began to rumble and he felt his prick leak. He 
panicked, knowing that some of his sperm had just 
entered her teenaged body. He jerked his cock out of 
her and rolled to stand on the floor beside the bed. 
Mandy wailed, "NOOO!"

Her wail woke Robin up. She immediately reached for the 
bedside lamp. When it came on she saw her naked 
daughter on her back, legs spread, her pussy lips 
swollen and red and... yes, bloody! Bob was standing 
beside the bed, his huge hard-on pointing toward the 
two women. Mandy wailed again "He had it in me Mommy, 
make him put it back!" 

Robin looked up at Bob, unbelieving.

"I thought it was you!" he gasped. "When I realized it 
was her I was about to cum."

"Make him put it back in me Mommy. It felt so good," 
moaned Mandy, who was now rubbing her pussy 
frantically.

"You didn't cum in her?" said Robin, looking at him.

He shook his head. He decided not to mention the pre-
cum he'd deposited in her untried pussy.

Robin thought. What kind of man gets the chance to 
ejaculate in a virgin and then... doesn't. A good man. 
She spoke again. "Could you... fuck her... without 
cumming in her?"

He gaped. He shook his head. "No way. She's got your 
pussy. I'm telling you I thought she WAS you. She 
smelled like you, she felt like you... inside and out. 
The only reason I realized it WASN'T you was that she 
cried out when I tore her hymen. But then, within ten 
seconds of that she was having an orgasm. I swear 
Robin, it's a genetic trait that you've passed on to 
your daughter."

Robin looked at her writhing daughter. "My little fuck 
bunny," she said softly. She leaned over. "Mandy? 
Honey!" Mandy quit whining and looked at her mother. 
"Mandy, if I let him fuck you, will you promise me that 
tomorrow you go on the pill? No arguments? No more 
fucking until you are protected? Will you promise me 
that?"

Mandy nodded wildly. "Yes Mamma, I promise."

Robin looked up at Bob. "Will you do it?"

He ran his hand through his hair. "This is crazy" he 
said.

"I know," she said. "but I know how she feels. She 
NEEDS this Bob."

For answer he stroked his cock while Mandy looked at 
him, her arms out. "Are you sure Mandy?" he said.

"Ohhhh please," she whined.

He crawled back on the bed. Robin grasped his cock as 
he got into position and fed it to her only daughter. 
Mandy's hips were wiggling so much Robin had to tell 
her to be still. Then he felt it there. He eased in 
this time, or tried to, but when half of it was there 
Mandy's pussy leapt up off the bed and she impaled 
herself on it. 

"AHHHEEEEEEE!" she wailed and he felt that spasming 
pussy again.

He turned his head to Robin who was crying. "She's 
already cumming" he said.

Robin smiled. "Make it one she'll remember."

"I don't know how long I can hold out," he groaned. 
"Her pussy snaps even harder than yours does."

He lasted another 72 seconds, not that anybody was 
counting. Her adolescent pussy sucked it out of his 
balls like a vacuum cleaner. 

"Oh fuck" he groaned and his balls burst. She was 14. 
It was her first fuck. She was probably as ripe as it 
was possible to be, her womb open, eager for his seed. 
All that caused his flow to be both harder, thicker and 
longer. His spurts would have gone three feet in the 
air. 

Her womb was packed full of his jelly and it spurted 
out around his cock where her stretched pussy lips 
sucked at his rod. She gasped and came with him, 
babbling about how hot it felt, telling her mother how 
wonderful it was. Her mother cried, tears of sadness at 
the loss of her daughter's innocence, and happiness 
that her daughter was experiencing the ultimate act of 
love with such a fine partner.

Robin knew their relationship would be different in the 
morning. She didn't know how it would end, and for that 
she cried too. She turned the light off. Eventually 
they all slept again.

Robin awoke to the feel of lips on her neck, and a big 
rough male hand on her breast. She rolled her head 
toward him. "I love you" he whispered. She cried again.

He let her cry and then began to bring her to a fever 
pitch of passion. she fought it at first. "How can you 
want more sex?" she moaned. "You probably made us BOTH 
pregnant last night."

He touched her places he knew she liked to be touched. 
"I don't want more sex," he said. "I want to make love 
to my woman." In the end she rolled over and welcomed 
him as he bred her again. And again. It was Mandy who 
finally got them to stop and get up for breakfast. 
Robin insisted on a shower first, and he helped, until 
that too led to a passion filled... and sperm filled 
pussy. 

They spent the rest of the day going on a picnic and 
visiting a museum. Bob never once tried to push any of 
her buttons. That night he said he needed to go feed 
his fish.

"Will you be back?" Robin asked, tears in her eyes.

"Are you pregnant yet?" he said, seriously.

"What?" she stuttered.

"When you're pregnant with my fourth... no FIFTH son. 
Then you need to start worrying about whether I'll be 
back." She threw herself into his arms.

They got married six weeks later. There was another 
genetic gift in the family. It was the gift of getting 
pregnant during your very first fuck. Mandy was 
pregnant when she walked her also pregnant mother down 
the aisle. 

Mandy also went on the honeymoon with the happy couple.

They didn't make her go on the pill. She didn't really 
need them any more.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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