Victoria Parker: How much for your daughter?

"Okay, sure. I'll do it," Amy said. "Okay, this Friday night Carl will come over. I'll buy the clothes," Janet said.

Friday evening Amy was in her room preparing for the encounter with her mother's boyfriend, Carl, the trucking magnate.

Carl was fifty, tall, lean, slightly gray at the temples, but he had a full head of thick black hair. He was very dignified, stately looking, handsome.

Amy put on a sleek black merry widow that fit her fine young body like a second skin, a beautiful bustier with demi underwire bra that lifted her sweet tits provocatively. It fit like a glove. She tightened the bra straps so that her tits pulled up farther, and pinched them close together.

The long garter straps, two in front, two in the back, hooked into sheer stockings in black nylon. Under the straps, she had on a matching pair of black panties in nylon with a touch of spandex for a no-sag, leg hugging fit.

She added to this striking outfit a pair of bright shiny black high heels with an extra inch on the heel that lifted her compact five-foot one-inch frame another full four inches.

Over the form-fitting lingerie, she slipped a tight yellow sweater, then a short black skirt.

She appraised herself in her mirror, then applied a deep pink blush to her checks, and a thick pink gloss to her juicy lips.

Amy combed out her hair long all the way around so that it fell on her shoulders with pretty blonde bangs on her forehead. Her round, angelic face radiated a pristine, natural beauty.

She was ready.

Carl's big Caddy pulled up in front of the house.

Amy heard the doorbell. She primped some more in front of the mirror. She was nervous, yet excited. She really didn't know what to expect. But she did know she was supposed to tease Carl.

Amy heard her mother call. She left her room and walked slowly, carefully on her high heels down the stairs and into the living room.

Carl sat with Janet on the couch. His eyes widened when he saw the beautiful young girl. She moved across the floor sexily, her lush hips rolling.

"My, my, but you look fetching tonight, Amy dear," Carl said, a tremble of delight in his voice.

"Amy wanted to please you," Janet said. "Didn't you, darling?"

"Yes I did, Mr. Huston."

"You are very pleasing to the eyes," he complimented.

Amy saw a thick stack of cash on the table beside the couch. She tingled at the thought of having twenty-five hundred dollars for her very own.

Carl had set up a new, hi-tech camera that was pointed at Amy, and it began snapping pictures on its own. Amy looked at it, startled.

"Don't worry about the camera, Amy," he said. "It will take up to two hundred pictures on its own. It's all timed."

Amy stood in front of the couch. "I'll bet Mr. Huston would like to see you pull your skirt up, Amy," Janet said. "Do you think I should?" Amy teased. "Oh, yes, please, Amy!" Carl huffed. "Pull it up?"

"Please?"

"Should I, Mom?"

"I'll bet Mr. Huston would love it if you did."

"Pull it up and show him my panties?"

"Oh, please, yes, panties, your panties!" Amy slid her hands to her thighs and slowly inched the skirt upward.

"I dunno," she whispered. "Maybe I shouldn't, Mom."

"He has paid you quite a big bit of money, Amy," Janet whispered.

"Well, okay then," little Amy said, lifting the tight black skirt over her pussy hugging black panties.

Carl gasped with emotion.

Amy let him have a good gawking look. Then she unbuttoned the skirt and it floated to the floor.

"I'll just take it off," she said. "Oh, God!" Carl gasped, appreciating the beautiful young girl's charms.

Amy turned around, let him see her fabulous ass, the way the tight nylon panties gloved the chunky-tight asscheeks.

"Yes, my, my," Carl whimpered. "Fine, very fine rump, dear."

Carl's cock was thumping in his slacks. Amy looked down at the huge bulge in his crotch.

Amy bent over, placed her hands on her knees, giving her ass a suggestive lift. She wriggled her fine ass at Carl. Then she turned back around and unbuttoned the yellow sweater down the front.

"Wanna have me take my sweater off, Mr. Huston?" she cooed.

"Oh, indeed, please do."

"Should I, Mom?"

"I guess ft's all right, Amy."

Amy opened the sweater, then took ft off, stood before Carl in her black lingerie, a glittering teenaged beauty, a hot sweet honey.

The camera clicked away. "Marvelous! Marvelous!" Carl gasped. "Look," Janet murmured. "Mr. Huston is all hot and bothered, Amy. He has a big erection in his pants."

"Oooh, that's naughty, Mr. Huston. You shouldn't have a big boner on for me. I'm too young and stuff."

"Ohhh, God," Carl panted.

Amy looked striking in the slick, tight merry widow, the glittering garter straps, her hot, tight black pants that had a puffy mound at the crotch.

Her tits looked good enough to eat, like two expensive oysters on the half shell.

"I better unzip Mr. Huston's pants," Janet said.

She unzipped his fly, unbuckled his belt, took his pants and shorts down, then undressed him all the way so that Carl sat nude on the couch next to her. His prick was wild and frantic for Amy. The stalk was rigid, long, a full nine and a half inches. His balls looked like two lemons bagged in his sac.

"Mmmmm, look how hard his prick is, Mom!"

Amy gulped, forgetting she wasn't supposed to get too far into it, that she was supposed to tease and be sweet.

"Yes, he has quite an erection here," Janet said.

Carl reached for the stalk to squeeze his throbbing cock. Janet slapped his hand away.

"No, no!" she chided haughtily.

Amy stared at the huge cock. Creamy spurts of cum spat from the red pricktip. She licked her tongue salaciously over her lips, cupped her fine tits, pulled them out and sat them up over the top of the bra.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Carl sighed. "They're magnificent!" His cock throbbed and waved. "Take your panties down, take your panties don!" he choked.

"Gee, should I, Mom?"

"I dunno, Amy. Maybe. I'll bet Mr. Huston would like to see what's in your panties."

"Yes, yes!" Carl gulped.

"Pull my panties down and show you my cunny bun?" Amy teased.

"Pleeeeze!"

"I'm not gonna. That's too naughty and stuff!" Amy huffed.

"She's beautiful, Janet!" Carl cried. "Beautiful!"

"Mr. Huston likes you, Amy." Janet was stripping now too. She stood up in front of Carl with her daughter, took off her red dress, and stood there finally in a red merry widow, red panties, red nylons, red high heels. Her long brown hair looked shiny and nice, and her pretty face mirrored that of her daughter's. She plopped her big, juicy tits over the top of the merry widow.

Mother and daughter stood like queen and princess before Carl's amazing prick. His mouth hung open. He reached for his cock.

"Don't you dare touch that thing!" Janet barked.

"No, you better not. That wouldn't be nice in front of me, sir," Amy whispered.

"Please!" Carl begged.

"No!" Janet snapped.

Amy tugged her panties down and showed Carl her beautiful blonde pussy, the fuzzy, wiry blonde curls. He gasped loudly.

"Ooooooh, oooohhhhh!"

Amy turned around and let him see her ass. He moaned again with delight. Her slick asscheeks were like cream puffs. She looked back over her shoulder at Carl, her tongue wiggling out of her mouth.

"Beautiful ass," Carl whimpered.

Janet pulled her panties down and showed Carl her bushy, brown pussy.

Carl was on fire for the mother-daughter beauty.

Janet unhooked her garters, dipped her panties low on her thighs, hooked the garters back up and took her panties off. She dangled them from her hand salaciously.

Amy did the same.

They stood before Carl, waving their panties, looking hot and sexy, showing him pussy.