Victoria Parker: How much for your daughter?

"Fuck him, Amy, honey!" Janet called. "She is!" Mr. Larson panted. "She's fuckin' me!"

Amy slumped over on top of Mr. Larson and felt the last squirt of cream from his prick. She took a deep breath and rolled off.

Janet moved in. She straddled the man. His cock was oozing, sticking out of his slacks. She fisted it, then fucked down on the bulging cock stalk.

"How 'bout it? You wanna fuck me?" she asked.

"Yessssss!"

"Okay then, I'm gonna give you a fuck you'll never forget, mister," Janet warned as she swirled her hips in a salacious twirl, screwing Mr. Larson's thick prick.

"Gawwwwwd, Mom, that looks good, you up there fuckin' him like that!" Amy whispered.

"Watch me," Janet said. "Watch me fuck!"

"Go, go, go, Mom!"

"Ahhhh, ohhhh!" Mr. Larson cried.

Janet bucked up and down. It was as if she were riding a bronco in a rodeo. She clutched the shoulder of Mr. Larson's suit coat with one hand. Her other was waving in the air.

"Go, Mom! Fuck, Mom!" Amy yelped, as if she were cheering on her team at Ryder High.

Amy leaned over and swirled her tongue in Mr. Larson's ear, then kissed him hotly on the mouth. He reached over and left handed her cunny, getting a finger hooked in the mushy muff.

"He's fingerin' me, Mom!"

"I can see."

"Should I let him?"

"Sure, honey. He likes it. Right Mr. Larson?"

"I love this!" he shouted.

Janet rocked up and down. Mr. Larson's cock greased in and out of her pussy. Amy watched the slick slide.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… fuck!" she chanted.

"Ooooooh," Mr. Larson whimpered. "I wanna fuck again!" Amy called. "Not now, honey," Janet said. She bounced furiously now. "I'm gonna get it!" she screamed. Mr. Larson humped off the couch, speared his cock up into Janet's cunt.

"Oh, yeah! Way up in there!" Janet babbled. "Way up in my pussy!"

"Shit!" Amy hissed.

Janet shook wildly. Mr. Larson creamed her cunt.

"Ahhhhhh, ohhhhh!" he shouted. "You guys cummin' aren't you?" Amy whispered. She pulled Mr. Larson's hand away from her pussy and fingered herself wildly until she came with a force that jerked her forward on the couch, her back straight.

She shuddered, sucked in her breath with a loud gasp, and huffed. "Whooooo, fuckkkkkk!"

"Good, good, good, we're all cummin'!" Janet wailed.

"Oh, ladies, girls, darlings!" Mr. Larson sobbed.

Janet huffed and puffed as she slumped on top of Mr. Larson, then whispered, "That's enough fuckin' for tonight."

"Oh, yeah, sooooo nice!" he panted. "You come back next week with that contract, okay?" Janet asked.

"I'll be here."

He put his cock away and left. Amy got up and stretched. "What's JAMY, Inc., Mom?"

"I dunno yet. We'll have to see a lawyer first thing in the morning," Janet said, smiling.

Janet did see a lawyer the next day and set up a consulting firm. Mother and daughter were in business.

The first payment was deposited by Mr. Larson, and Janet split the money with Amy.

The little darling was piling up quite a bank account and had eager notions of getting more. Her mind worked overtime sorting through various options she had to make money, and she finally decided the list was limitless.

For the first time, although she had known it before, Amy was rock-solid sure that men wanted her, and they were willing to pay a fine price to have her.

She was donning her cheerleading uniform for an afternoon game at Ryder High, an afternoon affair after school with arch rival Plato High.

She slipped into her tight bright yellow bloomers. She tugged them on and looked at herself in the mirror, appreciating the way the panties gloved her hips, crunched in on her pussy. She turned around and eyed the way the tights screeched across her butt, leaving a slice of rippling ass below the elastic.

She slipped on her yellow sweater with the black and white stripe down the shoulder of the short sleeve, then put on the black skirt with the yellow pleats. She pulled up the yellow knee socks and tied her black and white tennis shoes.

She was about to leave for school when Janet came into her room.

"I'm bringing Mr. Crane to the game today."

"Who's he, Mom?"

"A new boyfriend of mine. He's president of the Farmers State Bank. He's very handsome, and he's very rich."

"That's good, Mom."

"So you really show off at the game, okay? Give him something to think about."

"I'll try, but the school doesn't want us to get too far out, you know? They already told us."

"Well, just let Mr. Crane see how pretty and sexy you are, all fight?"

"I'll do my best, Mom."

Amy finished her make-up and left for school. That afternoon on the field she looked up into the bleachers and saw her mother with Mr. Crane. He looked fiftyish, had on a three-piece gray suit, and Amy waved at them.

Amy really gave it her all, swinging, bumping her hips to one side, then the other, her little skirt flying up over her yellow panties, and when she turned and bent over and put her hands on her knees in one routine, she wiggle-waggled her ass in lewd, salacious swirls.

After the game, she went home and Janet was waiting for her.

"Did he like me?" Amy asked.

"Of course he did."

"What did he say?"

"Well, I wasn't blatantly fishing for compliments, but I could just tell he liked you. He went to change clothes, then he's, coming over to pick me up for dinner. You entertain him. He'll be here in a few minutes."

Amy went to the bathroom, fixed her long blonde hair, combed out her bangs prettily on her forehead, blushed her cheeks with a deep pink blush and slished her kissable lips with a glistening pink gloss.

The doorbell rang and she let Mr. Crane in.

"Mom's running a little late, sir. She'll be down in a few minutes. Could I fix you a drink?"

"Why, of course." The handsome man smiled. His silver-gray hair was thick and his face was ruddy, well-tanned, good-looking.

"What will it be?" Amy asked. "Scotch and water, please." Amy went to the bar and fixed his drink. Mr. Crane sat down on the couch.

"I saw you at the game with Mom," Amy said.

"Yes, I'm glad I went. I haven't been to a high school football game in such a long time. It was fun, and you were very good cheerleading."

"Gee, thanks," Amy said, walking back to him with the drink.

She stood over him, handed him the drink and purposefully spilled some on his thigh.

"Oh, gosh! Aw, gee, I'm sorry. Lemme get a towel."

Amy rushed back to the bar and took a towel from a ring on the wall. She ran the end of it through warm water in the wet bar, then returned to the couch.

"Here, let me scrub that out so it won't stain," she said, dipping to her knees in front of Mr. Crane.

She pushed his legs apart, then rubbed the towel on the spill, stroking softly and wetly on his thigh.

"This will dry right up, and you'll never know I spilled on you. Gee, I'm so sorry, sir."

"No, no, don't worry about it."

Amy's hand swirled the towel in and out on Mr. Crane's thigh, her hand touching his crotch on the upward movement. He sat with his legs apart. Amy knelt between them, going higher up with each stroke.

What could a man do? To have such a sweet, beautiful girl, kneeling between his legs, caressing his thigh – it was just too much.

His cock leaped. The hardness curled against his tight pants. Amy saw the erection press up at her hand. She kept scrubbing on the spill, her hand touching lightly on his prick.

"Oooooh, geeeee," she whispered. "Gosh, Mr. Crane, this is… I think I've got the spill out."

She had her hand on his cock now, the warm towel pushing on the bending stalk. She let the towel drop to the floor, but her hand stayed on the hardness of his prick.