Unknown - The camping trip

Arlene knew what her child was referring to. It was something she had suggested to Marylin's parents, and they both agreed it was better than having the two kids making out at the drivein, and possibly getting picked up by the police.

"Yes dear. So?" She prompted.

"I want to have a boyfriend over." The statement was flat.

Arlene sucked in her breath. She knew it would have to happen someday. But Cindy was so young! She knew she couldn't let the child down now, when she obviously needed her mother's love the most.

"So, have him over." She somehow managed to get the words out without seeming strained.

"Uh Mom?" The voice was hesitant.

"Yes dear?"

"He's an older man."

"Not married I hope?" Arlene couldn't keep the edge of fear for her baby girl out of her voice.

"Mommy!, I'm not that dumb!" The little-girl voice con- tinued. "It's Mr. Stockdale."

Arlene felt so relieved she almost sat down. Of all the people she knew, the 5th-grade teacher was one of the most attractive and kindly (outside of the classroom) men she had ever met. She knew several of the young (and not-so-young) women about town had set their caps for him. It was no wonder Cindy was, to pardon the expression, "going to take a crack at him".

She sniggered to herself at her little joke.

"I see." She said to her overeager child. "And does the poor man know about this yet?"

"Uh, no Mom. That's where I needed your help." Cindy blurted.

"Why don't you pull up a chair, and tell old Arlene all about it Honey." The girl's mother picked up the ever-ready coffee pot from the stove and sat down to listen.

Cindy sighed with relief. Her mother was going to help.

For the next hour, the older woman listened to her little girl, as she poured out her story of frustrations and horniness.

She had already known about the child and her brother, but the bit about the tampon was new to her.

"You had your period this week honey?" Arlene inquired worriedly.

Cindy reassured her mother, then continued with her tale.

When she got to the part about the teacher's office and the torn panties, her mother was wiping her eyes in sympathetic laughter.

"That poor poor man!" She snickered.

Cindy didn't hold back a thing. She told her mother about

Suzy's bet, and what she thought the probable outcome was.

Finally she got down to the point. "Mom. I'm so frustrated.

Suzy's getting what she wants, though it make take a while.

Billy's getting his rocks off in Marylin almost every night.

Listening to you and dad every morning makes me want to scream.

If I don't get laid for real, I'll probably take Joe up on his offer."

Joe Jackson, (J.J. to his friends, of which there were few.) was a crude oaf of a boy in the 7th grade who was always bragging about the girls he had laid, and how he never used a rubber. His swaggering bullying manner turned off most of the girls, but

Cindy knew that a few were turned on by it. In fact, there was a rumor that more than one of his "girlfriends" had turned up preg nant, and had to get an abortion. Nobody could imagine any girl in her right mind wanting to keep his baby. A couple of times, he had slobbered at Cindy, and once he had even offered to teach both Cindy and her cousin Suzy "the Fact's of life" and "how to make a baby". The offer had so disgusted Cindy that she hadn't felt like eating that night.

Arlene smiled. She knew her daughter better than that!

Still, she obviously needed help, and knew where she wanted it from. "I'll take care of everything dear."

"Oh Mom." The sigh of relief seemed to fill the house.

"Now you get ready for your 'date' dear, and I'll take care of John Stockdale." Arlene shooed her wayward child out of the kitchen as she reached for the phone.

It seemed like eternity, even though it only took 3 rings before the click in the receiver told Arlene that someone was on the other end of the line.

"Stockdale." came the firm response.

"John, This is Arlene Macon. Yes, Cindy's mother. Are you busy tonight?"

Cindy snuck back to the hall where she could hear the one sided conversation.

"Well could you break it? Something has come up."

A pause.

"Yes I know. Cindy told me something that happened yester day after school, and I think that we should take care of the matter."

Pause.

"No, it can't be done over the phone."

Pause.

"Fine, I'll expect you at 6 O'clock for dinner."

Pause.

"Yes, for dinner. Be on time."

Pause.

"Oh, and one more thing."

Pause.

"Bring a toothbrush. You'll be spending the night."

With that there was a 'click', and Arlene turned to her gleeful child who was no longer even pretending to hide in the hall.

"Well! I bet that got his curiosity up!" Arlene smiled at her offspring. "Now to take care of your Father."

Arlene proceeded to the bedroom where her husband was reading on the bed, and shut the door.

Cindy snuck down after her, and listened intently. All she could hear were mumbles, punctuated by an occasional loud exclamation of: "She What!", "No!", "But she's just a baby!", "Who?",

"I will not!", and finally: "Ok. OK! I give up. You win!" followed by more mumbles, then giggles. Shortly, the unmistakable squeaking of bedsprings, told Cindy what was now taking place. A moment later, the door suddenly popped open, and Cindy was confronted by her naked father. He had a nice 7-inch cock, just slightly bigger than her brother's, and a gob of white sticky stuff obscenely welled from the tip.

"Well, If you're going to spy, you might as well have a good seat." He grunted as he pointed to the chair alongside the bed.

He turned the beam of his infectious smile on her to take the sting away. Cindy sat on the indicated chair with a thump.

"How. How, could you tell?" She finally got the breath to inquire.

This brought snickers from both parties on the bed.

"Watch" Instructed her Father as he got up again, and brushed by the girl on his way out of the bedroom. A sticky glob of his cum smeared the child's cheek as his cock was rubbed across it.

George Macon went outside and closed the bedroom door.

"Look" Said Arlene pointing at the bottom of the door-frame.

There was a quarter-inch strip of light at the bottom of the door. A shadow halfway across showed where the girl's father's feet blocked the light. "We could always tell." Arlene told her girl. Cindy was mortified.

"That's Ok honey. We didn't mind." The woman assured her child as her husband reentered the room and proceeded to mount his wife in full view of their astonished little girl.

Pretty soon the woman was climaxing violently on the bed.

The thought of her little girl watching made her cum fast.

George Macon, on the other hand, had already ejaculated once in the petite little woman, and wasn't ready to cum again so soon. "Come here." He motioned to the girl, sitting on the bed in front of him. "Show me what your brother has been teaching you."

Cindy eagerly complied. Taking her father's big penis in her hot little hands, she began licking the cum off the tip.

Then, swirling her tongue around a big glob of sperm that oozed up out of the piss-hole, she swabbed it all over the now thoroughly erect member and proceeded to swallow her father's cock. Up and down, up and down she sucked while moving her tongue back and forth, sticking it in the slit at the end to lap up the gobs of pre-cum that kept oozing out. She couldn't wait for her father to cum in her mouth.

"Wait. Stop!" The girl's father pulled her off his already spasming cock. "I don't want to cum yet."

Cindy stopped to lick one last glob of sperm off the tip of his prick. "I wanted you to cum." She pouted."

"In a bit. Now just lie back on the bed here."