Tim Peterson: First time for daughter

"I could get hooked on this," she said.

"My daughter, the nympho."

"It'll be our little secret."

Smiling, she gave herself over to exploring the sensations of fucking, the limits of her freedom of movement, everything she could think of. She was missing something, but there would be other times, other discoveries. There would always be something new to learn, it seemed to her. "How about giving Daddy a turn on top?" Matt suggested.

"You mean it?"

"I promised to make you come, didn't I?"

She eagerly complied with his wishes, rolling to one side, Matt rolling with her, coming out on top. On both elbows and holding himself lightly over her, he raised his add and gave her a swift, sure fuck-thrust. Her knees instantly pulled back and her pussy yielded to the whims of his lust.

Wrapping loving arms around her father, she beamed with sheer delight. "Don't stop," she said. "Whatever you do, just don't stop."

"No baby, I won't," he promised. "I'll give you just what you want… lots of good hard fucking!"

There was a blanket in one of the saddlebags. Beth took it out now and spread it on the sand, dropped into a lounging position on it.

"Room for one more," she called to Buddy, watching him walk up from water's edge. The closer he got the more he seemed to want to cover himself.

"Do you have to look at me like that?" the youth asked, dropping onto his stomach on the blanket.

"Can't a mother take some pride in how striking her son has turned out?"

He sighed. "Well…"

"Besides, I used to see you naked all the time."

"Things are a little different now."

"In a way. But I still want to take care of you. Give you whatever you might need. Or want."

"Okay. I understand."

"Anything you want, Buddy."

"Anything, huh?"

"Sure. Try me."

He chuckled. "I'll get my face slapped. No thanks."

Beth swallowed. She had him where she wanted him. All it would take would be a few more moves.

"You never know," she said next. "I can be a pretty open-minded girl."

"Not that open-minded."

She shifted closer, coming very close to letting their bodies touch. She leaned closer still to whisper in his ear.

"Thinking dirty thoughts, huh, Buddy?" He was lying with palms down, fingers interlaced to pillow his cheek. He was facing away from her. When she spoke, he became quite still.

"Well, that's okay," Beth added, and she patted him on the ass. "Reassuring, actually. Nice to know you're normal."

"That's nice to hear."

"Were you worried about it?" He jerked a shoulder.

"Anytime you've got a problem, you can talk to me, Buddy. About anything." She placed a reassuring hand in the small of his back.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

Beth let her warm hand linger on him. She moved it upward, wiping droplets of water off his back.

"Buddy?"

"Mmmm?"

"Tell me what you were thinking." He drew a breath. "I was thinking how nice a blow-job would feel right about now."

He said it like he hoped it would get her to shut up. Fat chance.

"Alright," Beth said casually.

Buddy's head lifted and he faded her. "Say what?"

"I'll oblige. My pleasure."

"You're kidding!"

"Shoot, it'd be a breeze." She idled the fingertips of her hand to and fro on his flank. "And we sure are dressed for it."

His eyes flicked down onto her still marvelously healthy chest and tits, and the rest of her body. Her powerfully tempting body. Then back up to her eyes. Her sincere eyes. Glinting with fun and promise. Waiting. Inviting.

"I think you're bluffing," he said and, to lay his cards on the table, he rolled onto his side, facing her, his limp cock draped over his lower hip.

"Would I lie to you?" Beth answered, reaching far his cock. She took it into her hand and squeezed.

"Does that feel good?" she asked him.

"Too good."

"Nothing feels too good."

His look was ambivalent, but his cock was responding to her caresses. Buddy's prick grew and grew in her kneading hand.

Beth got onto her knees and had Buddy roll the rest of the way over onto his ass. She straddled his lower legs and crouched low over him. "I'm gonna give you a blow-job now," she murmured. "See how you like it."

As if answering a lifelong need, Beth lowered her head and look Buddy's big rubbery cock into her smith and throat. She was totally surprised by how much she wanted her son.

Maybe it was the taste of the illicit that she had gotten long ago finally getting the better of her again. Maybe it was because of something else entirely. She didn't know. It felt right, and that was enough for her.

It felt right, and it felt good. Really good. Pulling at Buddy's prick, feeling it respond, become excited, filled her with a pleasure and satisfaction she could not feel often enough.

She gave him her best cock-sucking effort. She could do no less. She ran her mouth up and down his hard, sensational cock-lance with the richest suction imaginable. She spit out his prick and ducked down to gobble at his cum-filled balls, one after the other, sucking and licking his balls. She returned to his prick with renewed hunger and attacked it with the ardor of a mother's love.

Buddy's elbows seemed to slip out from under him and he appeared to collapse. His head rolled from side to side.

"I don't believe it," he moaned. "I don't fucking believe it. She's got my cock in her mouth, and she's deep-throating it, and she's laving it! And I'm going out of my fucking mind!"

It was a joy to listen to him, to know she was making him feel so good. She wished he would raise his head again and watch her as she sucked his big cock, so he could enjoy it even more.

It would have to wait until next line. Right now, from the tone of his groans and the tautness of his squirming legs and the fiery intensity of his prick, he had to be right on the brink. Without a second thought, Beth gave his hard prick another sensational ravaging and suddenly his balls bunched, his cock spasmed and jet after jet of boiling jism was leaping into her mouth and throat.

Beth took his cum-load in wanting gulps and squeezed the horny life out of his cock for him. When she had him completely finished off, she finally relinquished his cock and began to kiss and lick her way up his damp-skinned body.

His sweat had saltiness to it that she wanted more of. Her stroking tongue must have been very relaxing, because when she moved up face to face with him he was wearing the drowsiest, most contented look.

She held herself over him lightly, balancing on knees and elbows. She let the downy hair of her cunt bush tickle the underside of his dozing cock. She brushed her hips over his.

"That's not all I could do for you, either," she murmured.

"I had a feeling it wasn't."

"Interested?"

He drew a breath. "I don't know. I feel like I'm horning in on Dad's territory."

She wondered then if she should tell him about Matt and Lisa. Probably not. If only because it seemed a little much for one day.

"Do you trust me?" she inquired.

"Sure."

"Well, trust me when I say that your father wouldn't hold a grudge."

"Oh?"

She silenced further questions with a kiss on the youth's lips. She held her mouth on his, and when his mouth gave way she deepened the contact soulfully, making it a lasting, two-way connection of sheer sexiness and intimacy.

"Nothing serious or sticky," she said then. "Just some fun between you and me. Okay?"

"Okay," he answered easily.

Pleased, Beth lowered her mid-section and rubbed her cunt against his cock.

"Horny?" he asked.

"Quite."

"Maybe I can help."

Beth rolled onto her back on the blanket. He rolled in by her side, on his side and up on an elbow. She spread her legs, draping one over his legs. He slid a hand down her body to her cunt and found her pussy-slit and teased a finger inward.