Victoria Parker: How much for your daughter?

I have a date with Carl. Be home late.

Love, Mom.

Her mother had been dating Carl for about six months. He was president of a large trucking company. Janet, Amy's mother, was very interested in Carl.

"Although I have a good job, we have lots of expenses, Amy," she had said one time. "I can't keep you in private schools, send you to college, buy clothes, all that, unless we have help. Maybe Carl will want to marry me. He is rich, Amy. Very rich."

Amy studied, then went to bed. She woke up late, around one o'clock, after a dream. She heard voices down in the living room. She got out of bed and went down the hall to the bathroom.

She looked over the banister of the stairs and saw her mother and Carl on the couch.

Janet had Carl's hard cock in her hand. She played with it. Carl had Janet's skirt up over yellow panties. He rubbed on the crotch.

"Jeez!" Amy whispered.

She hid herself behind the railing and watched.

Her mother bent over and kissed Carl's cock.

"Oh, yesssss!" Carl moaned.

Janet kissed lightly, then lifted off.

"No, that's enough. You were a bad boy tonight. You don't deserve to have me suck you off."

"Oh, please!"

"No," Janet said sternly.

"Oh, but Mrs. Cosgrove! Please!"

Amy's mother stood up. She swayed in front of Carl, teasing him.

"You must take all your clothes off," she said.

Carl stripped quickly.

"Gosh." Amy whispered to herself.

His cock was rock-hard, long, throbbing. The prick looked like it was bigger than Frank's.

He clutched his cock-stalk.

"How dare you!" Janet barked. "You are way out of line, playin' with yourself like that."

"But…"

"Let your prick alone!" Janet commanded.

"Yes, okay, yes!" he whimpered.

Amy was so hot. She wore pink pajamas. She stuck her hand down into her pussy and rubbed. Her finger slicked into the wet goo.

"You just sit there and watch, appreciate my beauty," Janet said.

And Janet was beautiful. She had big tits, a slim waist, plush hips, good legs, and a face that resembled her pretty daughter, but was more mature and womanly. Janet was thirty-seven.

Janet did a slow strip. Carl boiled with passion. Amy fucked her finger into her pussy.

Carl's cock stuck up like a watchtower.

Amy could tell he wanted to grab it, because his hand kept going to the stalk.

"No, don't you dare touch it!" Janet yipped.

Janet had stripped down to yellow panties and bra, a black garter belt, dark nylons, and yellow high heels. She thumbed her panties, pulled them down and showed off her bushy brown cunt.

Carl moaned like a dog. His cock thumped and spat out a hunk of cum.

Janet swayed before him, teasing, tempting him with her beauty. She plopped her big tits out over her bra.

Carl gasped.

His cock demanded, attention. He grabbed it and jerked wildly. His body stiffened and he came.

A shower of hot cum spewed out at Janet. Amy gasped and finger-fucked herself furiously.

"Shit!" she murmured.

"That's sooooo naughty, Carl!" Janet reprimanded.

But he was lost in his climax and his cock shot hot cream.

Amy came with him. She slicked her finger at her pussy, let the hot flare of orgasm tingle her to a delicious plane of pleasure.

"You'll pay for this, Carl. You'll have to be spanked," Amy heard her mother growl.

Carl's cock kept spitting. "I'm sorry, sorry, Janet!"

"Mrs. Cosgrove," Janet countered. "Yes, I'm sorry, Mrs. Cosgrove."

"You'll pay for this, Carl," she warned. "Oh, yeah, yes. I'll pay for this," he echoed.

Amy rushed to her room. She didn't understand what kind of game they were playing down there. Was it a game? What was the deal?

One thing she did know – she was still hot. She slipped under the covers of her bed and masturbated her pussy.

"I'd like to talk to you when you come home from school," Janet said to Amy the next morning as they shared a breakfast of eggs and toast.

"Okay," Amy said. "What about?"

"It's about Carl."

"What?" Amy asked. "I'll tell you tonight." Amy was sure they were going to be married.

"Well, okay then," she said.

She walked to school and went to classes. After her English class, Mr. Lane stopped her.

"Stay a moment with me," he said.

"Me?"

"Yes, you, Miss Cosgrove."

Amy stood in front of his desk. She looked charming in her school uniform, her sweet little skirt that fit tightly around her young, juicy hips, then pleated out five inches above her knees. Her pink sweater was slick and her yummy tits gave the sweater a delicious lift.

Her blonde hair was banged and pulled into a ponytail.

Mr. Lane smiled. "How are you coming with your assignments, Miss Cosgrove?"

"Okay, sir."

"That's good."

Amy saw how his eyes looked her over. She dared to think that her teacher liked her a lot. She smiled back, her pretty white teeth glistening, her thick little lips pink and wet.

Mr. Lane stood up. His tight jeans bulged at the crotch. And Amy thought she could detect a blossoming erection starting to happen.

"Well," he said, "if you need help with anything, please let me know, will you?"

Was that an invitation? Amy wondered. Or does he really want to help me?

"Okay, sure," Amy said.

His eyes burned at her tits. Then he looked into Amy's blue eyes.

"Yes, just come up to my office if you need anything," he offered.

"Gee, I will. Maybe when I finish reading Julius Caesar I'll come and see you."

"That will be fine. We can discuss Brutus' motive."

He sat back down, but not before Amy was sure that she saw his crotch move with the thump of his cock.

She smiled again and left class. She tingled as she walked down the hall.

I think Mr. Lane wants to do more than talk, she thought. God, and he's so handsome and manly and stuff.

After school, Amy went home. She waited for her mother to return from work so they could talk.

When Janet arrived, she took Amy into the kitchen, made herself a drink and gave Amy a soda.

"This is kind of difficult for me to explain, Amy," Janet said.

"You're gonna get married to Carl."

"No."

"No?" Amy was surprised, especially after seeing them the other night down in the living room.

"He'll never marry me. He's made that quite clear. But he likes me, you know?" Janet said.

He likes the sex, Amy thought. "And he likes you." Janet smiled nervously.

"Me?" Amy gulped. "Ah, like a daughter and stuff?"

"No, not exactly."

"Huh?"

"What?"

"He's interested in you too."

"How?" Amy asked.

"Carl has unique desires and things," Janet said. "He suggested that the three of us get together and take some pictures and things."

"Pictures?" Amy said, again surprised.

"Amy, look, you know we need money. I mean, we get by, but we don't have any savings, we don't have money for your college education, there's improvements I need to make on the house, we need a new car, oh… could go on and on."

"I know," Amy said.

"Well, Carl will give us five thousand dollars if we… if we… well, if you'll dress up, let him take pictures, you know kind of tease him. Carl likes to be teased. He likes to be dominated."

"Gee!" Amy exclaimed, not knowing exactly what to think.

Then she did think of her Uncle Frank, about that first sexual experience with him.

Janet sat in silence.

"Five thousand dollars?" Amy mumbled. "Yes, and you'll get half of it. What do you think? I'd never let you do it unless you wanted to."

"But, gee. I wouldn't know what to do, Mom."

"I'll buy you some sexy clothes, some sexy lingerie, and I'm sure Carl will tell us what he wants."

"Jeez, and I get half of the five thousand?"