Peter Jensen - The boyfriend_s Dad

"Tamera, I… don't understand what you're saying! You're my daughter! But you're not like me!"

"Oh yes, I am, Mother," Tamera said, coming still closer. "When I first saw you, I called you an animal. But Eddie said that's right, and that you looked as I had with him between my legs! And he was right! You see, I just finished being fucked by two boys at the same time!"

"No!" Carla swallowed hard, trying to clear the stupor in her brain, for her daughter's words struck fire in her belly. She remembered the pictures on the table in the livingroom, the lewd scenes of her daughter in the throes of passion and excitement, and the reason which had prompted her to lower her own barriers of morality. "Stop it, stop what you're telling me," she whimpered, covering her ears with her hands. "You're only fifteen, and were taken advantage of. I should have been able to control myself!"

"But I don't want to control myself, Mother," Tamera said, climbing on the bed. "Don't you see? We're alike, you and I. I wasn't taken advantage of, not after I learned to enjoy sex. We're one and the same, and I want you to love me, forgive me as I forgive you and love you."

"Oh, Tamera!" her mother wailed, and suddenly she and her daughter were in one another's arms, hugging each other as tightly as they could, attempting to bridge the gap between them. "There's nothing to forgive…" She murmured into Tamera's hair, stroking her quivering back, and now all of her false ideas crumbled like crystal glass – for she had to admit that fifteen or no, Tamera wasn't a baby any longer, that she was, as she'd said, a woman, able to react and respond to the same sexual drives as her mother.

Mort McDonald had been watching this, at first incredulously, then with cynicism. He looked at his son with a sly wink, nodding his head in silent agreement that his seductive plot had worked out perfectly, and that he was finally going to be able to delve into the hot young pussy of the lovely little teenager. He ogled Tamera as tenderly Carla cradled her, and his cock gave a painful lurch in his pants.

"A touching scene," he said harshly.

"A real handkerchief wetter," Eddie said, snickering. "Christ, I wasn't sure it would work as you said it might, but now I can see that you really hit the nail on the head, Dad."

Carla looked at them, her cheeks flaming with indignation. "Shut your filthy mouths. Shut up, and get out!"

"Not so fast, my dear," McDonald said lewdly. "I still have the pictures."

"Haven't I paid for them enough?" Carla screamed. "Hasn't your pound of flesh been enough?"

"Wh-what pictures, Mother? The ones in the livingroom?" She was motionless, indecisive and quizzical.

"My darling," Carla moaned, once again hugging her child to her naked breasts. "Leave her out of this, Mort. I beg you. Can't you see she's been through enough already?"

"Oh, I don't know. I'd say she weathered it better than you, my dear." He chuckled throatily. "Besides, your daughter's in the photos, isn't she? Hell, she has a right to know about them."

"Yeah," echoed his son. "And earn them back."

"Oh Lord, no!" Carla groaned. "You wouldn't make her!"

"What pictures?" Tamera demanded impatiently.

"Why, the pictures I took of you and Eddie last night. You know, when you and he were fucking…"

"Fucking!" The horrified girl recoiled as if struck by a snake. "You mean, you took…? When we were all…?"

"Cunt and tits and cocks," McDonald said, nodding. "The whole works, and like I told your mother, I'll cross out the boys' faces and sell the negatives. If you don't want a whole bunch of full color shots of you fucking spread from coast-to-coast, then you're going to have to help me pay for them. The same way your mother's been paying for them for the last few hours."

"Oh God, oh God," Carla cried out, the final point of no return having been reached. "God forgive us," she mewled as she looked at the lusting, incredibly repulsive man and son. "God forgive us both."

"Hurry up and decide, Tamera," McDonald commanded. "Hurry up and either say no, and I'll get dressed and leave, or…"

"Or… or what?" the girl asked tremblingly.

"Or else you take your clothes off, my lovely pet." He snickered devilishly. "Your mother's naked, and now I want to see that sweet little pussy of yours in the flesh."

All was quiet for a moment, and then Tamera licked her lips again, and pulled away from her mother's embrace. She slowly started to disrobe. Carla stared with tormented eyes, her breath ragged and gasping. "No, Tamera," she whispered. "Don't do it, don't do it!"

"Yes," Tamera said in a tone of low, even response. "Yes, I'll do it." She crouched on the bed, removing her things as she had at Jason's house, carefully and slowly, laying them aside so they wouldn't get mussed. "Yes, for we don't have any choice, Mother." She unsnapped her bra, and tried not to react when McDonald gasped at the salaciously enticing sight of her lithe legs and thighs, her sparse matted blonde pubic hair still shining with Eddie's recent ejaculation. "He'd do what he threatens, a man like him. Besides, I'm no better than you, and if you could do this for me, then I can do it for myself as well."

"Damned right you can," McDonald breathed harshly, and he fingered his once-again aching testicles, already feeling the prurient desires rekindling in his lust-hardening penis. "And for a starter, I want you and your mother to play with each other and lick each other's cunts!"

Carla gasped in horror and revulsion at the incredibly sick demand. Lesbianism! And worse, with Tamera, her own daughter! She couldn't do such a perverted act! She regarded Tamera with agonized eyes as she studied her lovely quivering young breasts and pink rosettes, and chip-like nipples, and then down lower, to the now experienced hair-lined lips of her vagina and the dainty pink clitoris nestling sweetly in the trembling, fleshy vaginal lips.

"Tamera," she moaned. "Tamera, tell them no…"

"Take me in your arms, Mother," Tamera said softly. She sunk down and lay spread out, her arms outstretched. "I love you, Mother. I love you more than them…"

Carla stared into the other's pain-flecked eyes, and she knew instinctively that she and her child were the same, and enslaved in their webs of physical weaknesses. The immoral ties which bound them somehow made things a little easier and helped blank out the hoarse urgings of the lewd man and boy as they hotly eyed the two naked women.

"Kiss me, Mother…" Tamera said, breathing harshly. "Kiss me…" A tortured moan escaped from Carla's lips, but she couldn't stop herself from responding. She lay down beside her daughter, wrapped her in her arms, and her lips found Tamera's with an agile, softly sweet possession, and her tongue fluttered hesitantly into the warmly waiting mouth.

Tamera was in a torment of agony, and she trembled all over with the strange forbiddeness of the situation, knowing now that there was no way out, abhorred with the idea that she was in partnership with loving another female, and yet so strongly drawn to her mother that she wasn't sure that she didn't want this to be happening. She sucked her mother's tongue, kissing back hard – a lover's kiss, a kiss she would have normally given to Eddie. She reached upward and touched and caressed the breast pressing against her own, feeling the wetness of perspiration and the stiffening of its nipple under her long, slim fingers. She rolled and squeezed it in an understanding way, and Carla gasped, momentarily closing her eyes as the sensuously warm sensation coursed excitingly through her.

"No… no, darling, we mustn't."

"Oh yes you will!" McDonald ordered feverishly. "You will, or I'll sell those pictures. So help me, I will!"

"Yeah! More! More!" Eddie breathed harshly, quickly taking off his pants and shirt and climbing on the large double bed with his father so that he could watch, his cock already a hard, long rod, aching with excitement. "Go on, Tamera, lick your mother!"