Kathy Andrews - Daughter comes first

Pepper had a natural way of peeking at a male with her eyes slightly downcast, a hint of invitation in her eyes, promises of wild, wanton pleasure if they were brave enough to try her.

She had done something that thrilled her, that sent burning excitement roaring like an out-of-control forest fire through her exquisite body. She just had to tell someone of her discovery.

Pepper began running as fast as she could toward her home.

"I got fucked!" Pepper burst into the door, yelling almost at the top of her voice. "Mother, I got fucked!"

She ran into the living room, then skidded to a stop.

Diane was sitting there on the couch, but next to her was a man Pepper had never seen before. He was in a pair of trunks, and nothing else. He looked younger than her mother, but she couldn't be sure. Older people looked about the same to Pepper.

"You're back already?" Diane asked.

Pepper saw that her mother was holding the man's hand. She didn't understand. She had never seen her mother with any man but her father. Not that she cared; it just surprised her.

When her mother divorced her father, she had not been shattered. She didn't even know him. He was never around, never played with her. She had not even missed the man. She had been pleased when her mother said they were going to live permanently at the beach house. She loved the beach because it was warm most of the year.

She stood looking at her mother and the man. Her eyes flirted.

Diane laughed. "Did I hear you say something honey?"

The man was looking at Pepper, a nervous smile on his face. But his eyes took in the slender beauty of the girl, her titties, round hips and creamy, golden thighs. Pepper saw his interest, and felt pleased.

"She said she got fucked," the man said, grinning at Pepper.

Diane looked at her daughter, her eyes shining, and she, too, smiled. "Is that what you said, Pepper?"

Pepper nodded shyly, folding her hands in front of her body and moving one bare foot about on the carpet. Diane left the man and came to her daughter. She leaned down and looked into Pepper's green, sparkling eyes. There was mischief flashing in her eyes. Diane took her daughter by the shoulders and pulled her tight, hugging her.

"I wondered when that would happen," Diane whispered.

Pepper trembled against her mother, still feeling excited. She looked past her mother at the man, who sat there grinning back at her. Her eyes opened wide when he cupped his cock and jiggled his hand.

Pepper giggled, burying her face against her mother's shoulder.

Diane took her hand and turned around. "This is my daughter, as you've heard," she said to him. "Pepper, this is Hank. He stopped by for a cup of coffee."

In truth, Hank was there because Diane had asked him to be there. She had been talking to him the past few days after meeting him near the house on the beach. She had openly told him she was alone in the house most mornings until late after noon. This morning, after her daughter had gone to the beach, Diane thought for sure Pepper would be out until at least lunchtime. There had been enough time for her to fuck Hank.

"Coffee?" Hank snorted. "I don't even like coffee."

"Be nice," Diane teased, sitting back down beside him. "My daughter is here, remember."

"That don't seem to make much difference to her," Hank pointed out.

"Pepper and I have a… an understanding," Diane said, running her hand up and down his muscular, tanned arm.

"So it seems." Hank looked at Pepper in a bold way. "Yes, I would say you do."

Diane was wearing tight, white shorts and a very skimpy halter. She was a tall, slim, curvy, beautiful woman of thirty-two. Her hair, like Pepper's, was a golden honey-blonde, but her eyes were a hot, deep blue. Like Pepper, she was well-tanned.

Pepper didn't want to leave right now. Yet, she felt – sensed – that she had interrupted something between her mother and this nice-looking man. She wondered if her mother was going to fuck him. If that was the case, Pepper wasn't going anywhere; she was going to stay and watch.

"Are you going to fuck him, Mother?" Pepper blurted.

"Pepper!"

Hank laughed, amused. "We were," he replied, taking Diane's hand and placing it on his cock. Diane tried to pull her hand away, but he held it there.

"Yes, that's just what we were about to do – fuck!"

"Hank!" Diane gasped, shooting a look at her daughter. She saw the gleam in Pepper's eyes, saw her pink tongue lick out over her moist lips, and she saw that Pepper was gazing with a burning interest between the man's legs. "Pepper, why don't you go play on the beach, darling?"

"I want to watch," Pepper said, her voice quivery. "I want to watch you fuck him!"

"Pepper!" Diane gasped. "That isn't how to talk…"

"I thought you two had an understanding?" Hank laughed, cupping Diane's fingers around his swollen cock. "Why can't the kid watch?"

Diane could not resist squeezing Hank's throbbing prick. Her fingers tightened on it, and she gave a soft whimper. Pepper watched with huge eyes, excitement burning in them.

"She's too young," Diane said, but she continued squeezing his cock. "She isn't old enough to see that."

"She just came running in here, all excited and out of breath, yelling that she just got fucked." Hank laughed. "And you think she's too young? Come off it, Diane."

"But I'm her mother," Diane protested weakly. "Sure, with an understanding," the man pointed out.

Diane squeezed his cock hard, moving her fingers up and down. Pepper stared, fascinated, feeling that nice sensation between her legs again.

"Yes, understanding," Diane whispered thickly. "I'm going to watch, Mother," Pepper said firmly. "If you're going to fuck him, I'm not going anywhere except right here."

Diane looked at her daughter, speculating. There was no doubt Pepper was excited, interested and very aroused. She felt Hank's hand on her tit, squeezing into her firm, shapely flesh. She sighed. "Why not?"

Diane leaned forward so the man could unhook her halter, and her tits came free. Pepper stared at her mom's tits, seeing the large nipples. She was becoming more excited by the second, shifting from foot to foot. When her mother stood up and began peeling her shorts down, Pepper moved closer.

Diane was not the bashful kind. She had a beautiful, curvy body and knew it. She enjoyed sit ting on the beach in a revealing string bikini and feeling the eyes of men and boys on her. She stood tall and proud in her nakedness, her shapely tits arching up, nipples very erect. Her waist was flat and smooth, hips rounded. She had a bush of thick pubic hair a little darker than her honey-blonde hair. Pepper had seen her mother naked before, but it was different now.

Hank was getting out of his trunks quickly, his eyes taking in Diane's naked beauty. His cock sprung free and when he kicked his trunks away, Pepper thought his cock and balls were the most fascinating things she had ever seen. His prick was even larger than the cock of the boy under the pier, she thought. His balls were heavy and full, and he had so much hair there, she couldn't understand why the rest of his body had none, except, of course, on his head.

"Lovely, isn't he?" Diane said to Pepper. She grabbed Hank's cock and stroked it, her other hand hefting his balls, railing them about. "Doesn't Hank have the most beautiful cock and balls, Pepper?"

"Fuck him, Mother!" Pepper gasped. She was running her small hands up and down her hips excitedly, gazing hotly at what her mother was doing to the man. "Fuck him! I want to see you fuck him, Mother!"

The man lay back on the couch, his cock standing stiff, aimed at the ceiling. Diane crouched for a moment, still jacking on his throbbing cock. Then she flung one leg across the man, guiding his cock to her hairy, wet cunt.