Brad Logan - Hot mom,hot daughters

Pete had to get home. If he were too late, his parents wouldn't let him out again for awhile, and that might interfere with his fucking. By the time he was on the bus, heading home, the whole evening seemed like a dream.

Now that he knew how it felt to have his prick fucking a pussy, knew the joy of filling a cunt with jism, Pete was hornier than ever!

After school, a few days after fucking Ann, Pete looked for Barb. He hoped they could go somewhere he could get another chance to try and fuck her. In any case, a blow job would be very nice.

But Barb wasn't to be found. So Pete went to her house. Her mother answered the door and said Barb wouldn't be home until dinner time.

"But come in," she said. "I just took some brownies out of the oven. They'll be cool soon."

Pete was about to decline, but then he noticed how much Mrs. Clark looked like Ann. He was fascinated by the similarity, and he decided to accept her offer.

They went into the kitchen. Mrs. Clark poured a glass of milk for Pete, and put a platter of brownies on the table.

"Barb went with Ann to shop for some furniture for Ann's new apartment," Mrs. Clark said.

Hearing the woman mention her daughters' names made Pete hot. But watching Mrs. Clark was enough to turn him on. It was strange that he'd never noticed before how sexy she was. She had the body of a much younger woman, and Pete saw where Ann had gotten her big tits.

"How is Ann?" Pete asked, opening a topic that he found exciting.

"Fine!" Mrs. Clark said. "She's in show business, you know."

Pete hadn't expected that reply. Maybe Mrs. Clark didn't know that her daughter was stripping.

"You mean like an actress?" Pete asked.

"No, she's a dancer. She dances at the Kingston Hotel."

"Really?" Pete said, "I've never been there."

"Neither have I," Mrs. Clark said. "At least not in years. I wanted to go see Ann's act, but she won't let me because she has to take all her clothes off while she dances, and I guess she'd be embarrassed to have her mother watch. Isn't that silly?"

This was surprising, Pete thought. Could Mrs. Clark be so naive she didn't understand that the only reason Ann danced was to show off her tits and cunt?

"You mean she's a stripper?" Pete asked, trying to determine Mrs. Clark's opinion.

"That's right," she said. "With that body of hers, I'm sure she's good at it too. She's always been a good dancer. Takes after me."

Pete looked at the woman who sat opposite from him. He munched a brownie, but his interest was with Mrs. Clark.

"Didn't Barb tell you I used to be a dancer?" she asked.

Pete said she hadn't.

"Really?" she asked. "Oh, I used to be an exotic dancer. When I was a hoofer, I was Madam La Rue from mysterious Marseilles."

"No kidding?" Pete asked, amazed at the news.

"I'll show you my scrapbook," Mrs. Clark said as she hurried from the room, her tits bobbing in her blouse.

She came back with a big book that had bits of paper sticking out from the pages. She put it in front of Pete and drew up a chair beside him.

Opening the book, she showed him posters of her act when she was a little girl dancing with her parents. She looked like a rag doll.

"Then, when I was a teenager, I did an act with Barney Jones," she said as she turned the pages. "That's him. Handsome, huh?"

Pete liked looking at the newspaper clippings and colorful handbills. He'd never imagined Barb had come from a show-biz background.

"Here I am as Madam La Rue," Mrs. Clark said as she flipped a page.

Pete's eyes widened as he looked at the picture. She looked almost exactly like Ann. And she wore only a g-string, net stockings, and pasties on her nipples with tassels hanging from them. Pete's prick began to swell.

"Gee, Ann looks just like you!" he said.

"Yeah, she's a chip off the old block, all right," Mrs. Clark said. "Barb takes after her father, but Ann is me all over again."

"You were beautiful," Pete said. "I mean you still are. I mean…"

"I know what you mean," Mrs. Clark laughed. "I don't look bad nowadays, do I? And my tits are still firm. Here, feel."

She grabbed Pete's hand and pulled it to her tit. The teen was shocked, but as soon as he had his hand on the woman's tit he began to squeeze. She was right about being in, he found.

"Ooooo!" Mrs. Clark sighed. "That's enough! Don't get me excited now."

For the first time, Pete saw Barb's mother as a real woman. Before, she had always been like a stage prop, something to be polite to, to walk around, to consider as an obstacle to necking with Barb. But now Mrs. Clark became a real woman with soft tits, a hot cunt, and sexual desires.

She began turning the pages of the scrapbook again. As Pete looked at the pictures of her in her outlandish stripper outfits, he wondered what it would be like to fuck her, a woman as old as his mother. His prick throbbed at the thought.

"I used to be terrific," Mrs. Clark said. "The way I would get my tits swinging, one going around one way, the other swinging the other way. Gosh! You should have seen that!"

Pete was amazed at the way she was talking. But he'd never really talked to her before, and he supposed that was the way stripers talked, even years after they stopped stripping.

"I wonder if I could still do that?" she asked herself out loud.

Pete wondered too. But he wasn't going to ask her to try it, as much as he would love to see her try.

"Should I show you my act?" she said.

Pete looked at her, too shocked to reply. His mouth hung open, but Mrs. Clark pretended not to notice his condition. She talked as though she'd asked if he wanted her to play the piano for him.

"Well, would you like to see it?" she asked.

"Sure!" Pete managed to gasp, not really believing she was going to strip for him.

"Go into the living room," she said. "I'll get ready."

Mrs. Clark rushed from the room. Pete, bewildered, went into the living room and sat down on the couch. Before long, Mrs. Clark came back wearing a robe. She had pinned her blond hair back and had put on some bright red lipstick and rouge.

"Let's see. Here's some good music," she said as she pulled a record from a shelf.

The music began. Pete sat frozen on the couch, slightly embarrassed and wildly horny.

Mrs. Clark took off her robe, revealing a costume like the one he'd seen Ann wearing – a lacy negligee over tiny bikini panties and bra.

The music started, and so did Mrs. Clark. At first she swayed with the rhythm of the rock music.

Then she danced across the room, turning around to show Pete every angle of her shimmering body. Through the pink negligee, her body writhed like a snake, except for her tits and ass which shook like jello.

She opened her negligee, but caught its sides, on her tits. Then she opened it wider with her back to the teen, shaking her ass. When she turned to face him, her nipples were rising over the cups of her black satin bra.

Finally, she slipped out of the negligee and danced more vigorously. She unsnapped the bra, but kept it over her tits. Then, coming close to Pete, she threw the bra into his face.

"I couldn't find my pasties," she said as she danced. "I think they made stripping more exciting. But Ann said they don't use them any more."

Pete watched the woman's bare tits being swung around. They weren't as firm as Ann's, but they were beautiful nevertheless!

"Now, let's see if I still have the knack," Mrs. Clark said as she spread her legs and leaned forward slightly.

Pete was amazed to see her start one tit flying around in a circle. She moved her body to keep her tit rotating. Then she grabbed the other boob and started it going the opposite way.

"There!" Mrs. Clark said triumphantly as her tits swung around in circles, one clockwise, the other counter clockwise.