Susan Carter - Father knows best

The boy's fingers began suddenly pinching her nipple, hard, sending flashes of pleasure-pain shooting through Renee. Lust ran rampantly through her body, overpowering any sense of morality she might have acquired outside her mother's home. The woman uttered a low, helpless groan into Brian's ear. But the sound was almost instantly choked off when the boy began pressing his lips against hers, grinding down hard. His hot tongue flicked wetly into her avid oral cave causing her lush body to writhe against the sofa cushion in an attempt to stem the flowing tide of passion starting to overflow in her body.

"He's her father?" Brian asked, panting.

"Y-Yes," Renee replied, shuddering.

"He's fucking his own daughter," Brian mumbled.

"I know!" Renee snapped, tears dripping from her eyes. "He should be fucking me."

"Well let's get even with him," Brian whispered.

"What do you mean?" Renee asked.

"I mean, let's you and me fuck and show them, we won't be left out of this."

"Yes," Renee nodded, knowing this was what she had wanted ever since seeing Idrine with her father. Something in the drink had sent a burning need for cock thrust into her, and she wanted to try out this young boy. Renee was aware of her mother's fetish for young boys, and as a result thought it might be a good idea to try one out.

She squirmed and writhed, rubbing her clothed body against Brian's bare flesh, feeling heated flames rising higher and higher in her womanly body. She'd show Larry Hunter what he was missing all these years. Even if he was fucking his own daughter now, she'd show him she was still the best lay of the three women.

My! Renee said to herself. What am I thinking of? How can I think to compare myself, sexually, with my mother and my daughter?

Yet that was precisely what she was doing in her mind. And she realized she was jealous of her mother. Yes, that was it. And because her mother had enjoyed so much varied experience, she believed she would never be able to match Harriet. That was the real reason why she had never followed in her mother's profession. Deep down, she had always feared she wasn't good enough to compete with Harriet.

But I am, she thought to herself. I'm as good as my mother, and better. And I'll always be better than my hot-assed young daughter. Always!

"Come on, come on," Brian said to her. "Time's wasting. God! I've been dying to fuck you ever since I screwed Idrine's ass. I've always wanted to see how you compare to your mother and daughter."

You too, Renee thought. All right. The time has come for me to come out of my shell I'll fuck the ass off you, you snotty young kid. You'll come begging for more, only you'll never get me again. I'll make you suffer just like I've made Larry Hunter suffer all these years.

Her body tightened as she felt the young boy start massaging her asscheeks while pulling her taut body against his own.

As he rubbed against her, his mouth still pasted hotly against her lips, Renee shuddered and held her breath, feeling the solid stiffness under Brian's underpants pressing against her skirt and pushing into her own genitals. The strong power of the aphrodisiacal drink oozed through her bloodstream, intensifying the abrupt, uncontrolled emotions coursing through her flesh against her mind's will.

She was fighting against years of controlled desire, wanting to unleash that desire and take it far beyond any control. It was time to release herself.

Renee wriggled against the boy as his finger gripped her nipple, and the hardness of his young cock ground into her panties-covered cunt as her dark skirt slid up out of the way. Soft moans of helpless submission came oozing forth from between her lips. Her very helplessness, added to the fact that her daughter was being fucked by Larry Hunter overpowered her tortured mind. She jumped when she felt Brian's hands push between them and press against the gentle curve of her belly.

"Uhhh!" she gasped, more conscious than ever of Larry Hunter's gasps as their daughter wildly bounced up and down on his thighs. Her girlish juices had drenched Hunter's pants.

Renee jerked a bit as she felt Brian's fingers sliding under her skirt, up along the front of her thighs. She moaned and moved a little making it easier for him, more determined than ever to enjoy this. Wild sensations continued building up in the pit of her womanly belly, and she gasped and then inhaled sharply as she realized her skirt was now bunched up around, hex hips. And then his fingers came into contact with the mother's soft, naked stomach.

A shocking bolt of electricity blasted along the firm, smooth, white flesh of her tender thighs as Renee felt the boy slowly slip a finger beneath the tight, elastic leg band of her panties. She writhed a bit, thrilling as the tip of his finger found the narrow, sensitive slit of her tender vulva and carefully worked into it. Her soft pubic hair was if gently parted as the finger moved higher in her shuddering slit, making sudden, delicious contact with her tiny, throbbing clitoris. Her entire cuntal gash was wet from the burning desire now tormenting her body, permeating through her entire being like some kind of virus. Renee gasped, grunting out little mewls of delightful pleasure as she felt desire becoming heavier and heavier in her womanly breast.

She didn't dare utter a sound. Any noise she made might disturb Idrine and Larry Hunter. It was obvious the two were enjoying one another immensely, and she would have felt terrible disturbing them. Too, she didn't want Hunter looking in her direction, seeing how easily she was giving Brian what she had denied him these many years since that one night he had seduced her in the park.

She lay there, feeling somewhat helpless while Brian's young hands roamed all over her body, touching, teasing, tantalizing, and arousing her. She found herself reacting strongly to the boy's touch, feeling the maddening caress of his hands on her bra-covered breasts and her nearly exposed cunt. Renee realized she was wet between her thighs. Her hips were writhing in maddening rhythm to the light teasing of young Brian's fingers as they continued their licentious search between her pussy lips. She had become a total slave to her body, and for some unknown reason her mind didn't care, at all. It was as if her mind was floating on a sensuous cloud of lust, anxious to see her body loved.

Brian had known Renee would surrender, though he wasn't quite sure why he knew. The drink he'd swallowed, now burning through his young body, had boosted his self-confidence even more, and he was absolutely positive Renee Pembroke would come around to his way of thinking.

But now that she was responding, he was taken somewhat aback, not expecting it to happen this quickly. He smashed his hard lips against her soft, yielding mouth, his tongue wetly probing through her mouth. Renee sucked on it avidly, letting her soft female body melt into his solid, boyish flesh. The woman felt herself vibrating with forbidden excitement as the boy held the kiss, long and hard. She could feel the twitch of his hard cock as it wetly pressed against her.

"I wanna fuck you," Brian whispered to her. "I wanna fuck you just like Hunter, over there, is fucking Idrine."

The sound of the youth's voice excited Renee. She reached down between their bodies, resolutely gripped his hard cock, and began boldly stroking it, feeling more wonderfully wanton than ever. Her full breasts and rounded thighs tingle with desire.

"Take everything off," Brian insisted, unable to control himself any longer.

Renee's hand trembled as she unzipped her skirt. Then she slipped out of her blouse, reached behind her, and undid her bra, thrilling to the cool air in the room washing over the nakedness of her exposed breasts. Her tiny, round nipples stood staunchly erect, blood pulsing through the brown capsules. She dropped her bra on the floor, then wriggled out of her skirt. The idea of fucking with this young boy, out in the open – so to speak – with her daughter a few feet away, and her mother looking on seemed to enhance the thrill for Renee all the more. She watched Brian peel down his briefs, and she smiled seeing how obviously impatient the boy was to get at her. Yes, tonight she was going to enjoy herself more than she ever had before, and this was only the beginning. She might not be a whore like her mother, but fucking, on a limited scale, was something she could do for "presents".