Jack Parker - Photo orgy

"Where… where is it?" she asked.

I took hold of her wrist and guided her hand to my thigh. Then her fingers found the thick meat of my prick. She played up and down lightly for a second or two. There was a big grin on her face, which was somewhat red.

Betty shifted impatiently in her seat. "Come on, Hope, bring it out where we can see it," she said.

So Hope grabbed hold of my rod at the base and twisted it through the two layers of cloth and then it was out, standing hard and long and thick, with a few twists of black hair peeping out of my fly, the head dark purple.

Both mother and daughter just stared and stared, Hope with her mouth open and her eyes wide, Betty with a rough breathing and whistling sound coming from her mouth.

"Oh, wow," Hope finally said, "it's so big. Are all men this big?"

"No, honey," Betty managed, "we were really lucky."

"Do… do you think it'll fit in… me?" The young girl looked at her mother with a slight fear in her eyes.

"Sure, baby, sure," Betty said. "Why, Daddy has one about as big and it's done a lot for me. Mine is no bigger than yours, you know? If there's any trouble I'll get the Vaseline. Now, why don't you play with it – no, first pull down his pants. I want to see you feel his balls, too."

I couldn't believe my ears. I was laughing inside as the young babe pulled down my pants and underpants. I stepped out of them and unbuttoned my shirt as I did. A few seconds later I was standing there, feet a yard apart, hands on my hips, stark naked except for my shoes and socks.

"Oooo, they're nice," Hope cooed, looking up at me with an unspoken question.

"Sure, go ahead," I said. "Play with them. And handle my cock too. Why don't you tell her what to do?" I was beginning to get in the swing of things. When in Rome, right? Betty was only too glad to follow my advice. She got on her knees on the floor next to Hope.

"Why don't you take his balls in your fingers, like this?" she said to her daughter. "And do this to his cock. Men like this, don't they, Pete?"

I groaned and nodded as I looked down. Betty had the fingers of one hand gently snaking all over my hanging nuts, going around and around each egg, from top to bottom and back again, sometimes bringing one finger up between them so they hung over the sides and met again under the finger, sometimes cupping them and squeezing carefully.

At the same time, she was jerking me off, pumping on my thick cock and going all the way up to the cum hole and down to the hairy base. Everytime she hit the tip she twisted her clenched fist and squeezed down like she was trying to bring up my load right then and there.

"Ah, that's terrific," I muttered, still looking down. But I was dying to have Hope get her young, innocent hands on me. "Why don't you let Hope try now?" I said.

Betty, with a look of frustration, let go of my cock and guided her daughters hands. Then Hope was going strong on me, not as good as her mother, but with a young, instinctive know-how I found really exciting. I looked down at her through droopy eyes and began to squirm around. Then it was too much and I fell back on the couch, keeping my legs spread wide. Hope lost hold for a minute but she quickly scrambled beneath my knees and continued.

Betty kneeled beside me, running her fingers all over my chest.

"She's good for a beginner, huh, Pete?"

"You know it," I said, looking at Betty out of the corner of my eyes.

Then Betty began licking my chest and nibbling my nipples, grabbing them beneath her teeth and pulling at them. Between the two of them I was getting ready to explode.

"You like the way Hope does it, huh?" Betty whispered, with a chuckle to her voice.

"I'll say," I whispered. "I'd like it even better if you showed her how to do the same thing with her tongue and lips."

The sex-crazed mother grinned and her eyes opened wide and twinkled. She jumped off the couch and joined Hope on the floor. She gave my hairy thigh a bite and made an animal sound, then turned to Hope.

"Honey, stop a minute. Mama wants to show you something."

The girl let go of my cock and balls and sagged back on her haunches. Betty squeezed in next to her and, without hesitating, grabbed hold of my cock and speared the end of my cockhead with her tongue. She did this a few times, then brought her mouth down, pressing her lips around the corona and sucking hard.

"Ahhh, terrific," I groaned, throwing my crotch forward.

"Oooh, that's dirty," Hope said. She had a hand up to her mouth; I could tell that she was interested, though, from the look in her eye.

Betty took her mouth off my cock. "No it's not, dear," she said. "Why, everybody does it. It's natural. I know you'll like it. Why don't you try it, for Mama? You don't want to seem like a selfish, inconsiderate lover, do you? Believe me, you'll do a lot better with men if you know how to suck a cock."

"Well…" Hope was blushing slightly.

"Remember when you were a little girl," Betty continued, "and you didn't want to eat your mushrooms? And Mama forced you and from then on you loved mushrooms and always asked for them? Well, this is the same thing. Come on, honey, try it for Mama."

Hope shrugged her shoulders and bent down. She cautiously brought her lips to my cock and after just rubbing the head against her closed mouth and her cheeks, her tongue came slowly out and she made a few slow, uncertain licks around the cum hole.

"That's it, that's it," Betty said, "now lick all around, like you used to when we went to the county fair and you had a candy apple."

Hope was beginning to dig it, I guess, for her lickings got firmer and bolder and wetter. She worked and washed my head around and around and from tip to corona. Her mouth must have been open because I could feel her warm, sweet breath on my head. I couldn't see now, for I had my head thrown back on the couch. My eyes were closed and I was groaning.

For the next few minutes Betty encouraged her daughter on, step by step, until my cockhead was totally planted in the young girl's wet mouth. Again, I was amazed at her skill. For a beginner she knew her stuff. Like I said, she was a natural.

Then she was going all the way on me, sucking in my thick prick until my head banged against the back of her mouth, then pulling back until the head was the only part of me in her, sucking and licking like there was no tomorrow.

"Oh, Jesus! Ahhhhh…"

In a burst of passion, I lunged up to a sitting position and, looking down on her, grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pumped her mouth. She looked up at me wide-eyed and our eyes stayed fixed for a good few seconds. There was no blushing now. In fact, I could tell she was enjoying me watching her as she sucked on my rod.

And I enjoyed watching her. Her mouth was stuffed with my thick cock. Her thin, delicate lips were stretched out around it and her clear, pale cheeks were puffing, inflating and deflating as she sucked.

I pumped in and out harder and harder, the feel of her tongue scraping my tender cockhead, egging me on. As I did, I noticed a trickle of drool oozing out of the side of her mouth. Whatever doubts she had were long gone now. I checked out Betty. She was just sitting there, watching with big eyes and licking her lips.

Then the feel was so great I fell back on the couch and groaned loudly.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum in your mouth! Oh, baby!"

Suddenly, to my horror, Betty pulled Hope off my cock. I opened my eyes in frustration.

"What the fuck – what the hell did you do that for?"

Betty looked at me. "Sorry, babe," she said. "I don't want you to cum until you bust her. Come on, Hope, get down here and spread your legs. It's time we made a woman of you."

Hope, in a kind of daze from the sucking she'd been doing, followed her mother to a coffee table. Betty motioned to it and the girl stretched out on her back, with her ass at the edge, her legs spread wide – thanks to her mother – and her feet on the rug. Her thighs were resting on the part of the table up from the corners, so she was really exposed. The table was just a bit wider than the girl.