We were enjoying a summer evening at home with our only daughter, Mia, back from her first year of college with her boyfriend in tow. It had felt weird when she’d left for school, and having her back home this last week drove home how much my wife and I had missed her.
The year on her own had matured her, changed the dynamic between us. Mia had always been the sweet girl that never pushed boundaries. Now she thought nothing of kicking her feet up and enjoying a drink with us. I liked it.
As usual when she had a few drinks, my wife, Claire, was digging in her heels over something silly. She always seemed to come up with the most ridiculous ideas then refuse to change her mind no matter the evidence to the contrary. Usually it was something silly, but this time she’d seized onto something that was too dangerous for me to wrestle away from her.
Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor, so I stared blankly ahead like a new recruit trying to avoid the drill sergeant’s attention.
“Seriously, you should hear how girls talk when guys aren’t around,” Claire insisted. “Right, Mia?”
“We’re filthy. Deplorable,” my daughter agreed seriously.
I tried but failed to suppress a snort, shocked by Mia’s words and wondering exactly what my little girl had gotten up to in her first year at university.
“Got something to say?” Claire said, rounding on me with a look that could kill. I looked helplessly to Todd, Mia’s boyfriend, but it was clear the nineteen-year-old young man was out of his depth. “Women can be just as sexual as men. No. We are just as sexual!”
This time, I couldn’t help but laugh. Wrong move. Or maybe the right one, since I desperately wished to goad Claire further on this topic since I knew what wine and talking about sex would lead to.
My wife grew pink with rage, which caused Mia to start hooting encouragement and ended any hope I had for holding it together. A full belly laugh erupted from me. Todd nervously joined in as Claire stewed.
It took a full minute before I regained enough breath to talk. That’s when I said the words that would set all of our lives on a different course. “There’s a difference between talk and action. Anyone can read a few of your romance novels and pretend. If you think women can be as sexual as guys, then prove it.”
Claire ground her teeth. “Prove it? How?”
I shrugged, but then my eyes fell on Todd. “What’s your favorite porn?”
Todd turned white as a sheet. Wide-eyed, he looked around the room for help, but even Mia was silently shaking with laughter. Finally he stammered out something incomprehensible.
“It’s MILF, right?” Mia said, smiling innocently at her boyfriend. “The mommy stuff with all the dirty talk?”
“Mia!” Todd hissed, eyes darting to Claire then to the ground.
“I like the gangbang stuff,” Mia said quickly. “And threesomes. Lesbians. Oh! And cum. Love creampies and facials and anything where the girl is sticky at the end!”
“Mia!” Claire gasped.
“What about you, Claire?” I prompted. She turned pale. But her nipples were poking through her bra and shirt. “Cat got your tongue?”
“I don’t watch porn,” she said.
“Then tell us about the steamy romance novels you read. What was the one where the woman was a priestess of some god and an absolute pain slut? I think you read it about ten years ago. Then again five years ago. Then last year–“
“I don’t remember anything like that.”
“Kush, something or another, right?” I said, enjoying how my wife squirmed from embarrassment. “I think you got about a third of the way into that book and suddenly you were all about getting tied up and fucked in the ass–“
“John!” Claire gasped.
“Whoa,” Todd muttered, now looking at my wife with interest.
“Way to go mom!” Mia said between fits of laughter. She tried to high five her mother, but Claire was too preoccupied with glaring at me to notice.
“You remember the book, right?” I asked again sweetly.
“Kushiel’s Dart,” Claire replied at last. Then she finished her drink, gathered up the empties, and went to the kitchen.
A man would have to be a fool not to enjoy watching her walking away. I love my wife, so I know my take on her appearance is biased. But she’s a ten out of ten if I’ve ever seen one. About 5’7″ with a long, svelte body crafted from years of dance and yoga. She had on a short t-shirt and thin joggers that clung to her round ass just enough to demonstrate a lack of panty line and show the subtle jiggle of her perky cheeks with every step.
I looked but Todd stared.
Mia grinned as she leaned in to loudly whisper into her boyfriend’s ear. “That’s your kind of mommy?”
Todd flushed, looking nervously at me.
Mia and I shared a look. If there was any doubt she was my offspring, it vanished in that moment. Holding my eye, she nodded. zonguldak escort It felt like the last piece of puzzle fell into place inside me.
“Okay, so I read steamy books,” Claire said, returning with hands full of drinks. The flush of her cheeks had dulled to a light pink. “And Mia and Todd watch porn. What about you?”
“Like daddy, like daughter,” I said, nodding toward Mia. “I like a little bit of everything. But especially anything where the girls seem to genuinely enjoy being a slut. That’s what I really like. Sluts that embrace it.”
Claire was hanging on every word but tried to act disinterested. “So you like sluts?”
“Love them,” I said. I noticed that Mia beamed when I said that. “Part of the reason I went after you.”
“John!” Claire covered her mouth. “I think we’ve had enough of this sort of talk.”
“I agree. And I think we can all agree that everything stays between us?” I looked at my daughter and her boyfriend, then finally my wife. Todd and Claire nodded eagerly, ready to move on. Mia grinned. I turned back to my wife. “Then maybe it’s time you prove all your talk about women being just as sexual as men. Put your money where your mouth is, so to speak.”
“Okay…” Claire said after a long pause, not sure where this was going. “What does that mean?”
But despite her hesitation, I could see that she was intrigued. Curious, yes, but the challenge appealed to her competitive side.
“Suck Todd’s dick.”
For a moment, no one said anything. Mia smiled as she watched her mom. Todd’s mouth flapped open and closed. Claire sat still, her face a mask.
“You want me,” Claire said, pointing at herself, “to give him,” she pointed at Todd, “a blowjob.”
“I do.”
Claire took a long sip of her drink, then calmly set it down. Her eyes were icy. “Mia?”
“Go for it, mommy,” my daughtered purred. She leaned against her boyfriend, her hand in his lap gently stroking a growing bulge.
“Todd?” Claire asked, still staring me down. Daring me not to stop her.
“Well, uh, if…” he stuttered, interrupted by the sound of Mia opening his zipper.
She fought for a second, then out popped a dick so hard I wondered how Mia had even freed it. “He’s ready for you, mommy.”
“This is insane,” Claire said.
I kept quiet, and Mia followed my lead. She tilted her head, then slowly stroked her boyfriend’s cock. It wasn’t anything special except for the fact that it was attached to her boyfriend.
Claire watched. Her tongue slid slowly out to wet her lips.
“Mommy, he needs you,” Mia whispered.
“I can’t believe this…” Claire said, glancing once at me before sliding off her seat to the ground in front of Todd.
Honestly, I couldn’t believe it either. Claire was no prude. She’d been wild before I’d tamed her. It was only years later that I could admit to myself that her slutty reputation had been what drew me to her in the first place. That was two decades in the past, now hidden behind the visage of a proper suburban wife. I wanted it back but never thought it would happen.
Claire leaned in. Her nostrils flared. Mia moved her hand down exposing the top of Todd’s cock then pushed it forward. The three stayed frozen, no one willing to take the final step.
“Are you wet?” I asked.
“Probably,” my wife answered.
“Yes,” Mia whispered.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
And then it happened. My wife shuddered, a release of everything she’d been holding back for so long, then placed her lips on the tip of Todd’s cock.
“Oh!” He gasped. His body was rigid. Breath came in short gasps.
Mia let go of his cock. Claire let less than an inch between her lips, then slowly circled the head with her tongue.
“Wait!” Todd said, then moaned, “Mommy!”
His cock jerked, almost escaping my wife’s lips. But she was no stranger to dick and had seen all the signs that this young man was on the edge. Greedily, she drank his cum while never taking more than just the tip into her lips. Her throat pulsed as she swallowed.
“Damn, Mom,” Mia said, impressed.
“Hhhmm,” Claire responded. Then she went to work.
Nothing is more important to a good blowjob–or sex in general–than enthusiasm. You could fake it, of course. Or enjoy things simply because a lover was into it. My wife fell into neither of those camps when it came to sucking dick. She loved it. She loved the feeling of a hard dick in her mouth. She loved how it made her feel to see a physically stronger man reduced to a puddle by wanting nothing more than her.
I watched with pride and arousal as my wife showed our daughter and her boyfriend the pinnacle of fellatio. Her lips massaged the underside and tip, still sensitive enough from his premature release to make him squirm. Wetly, she let her tongue wrap around the shaft, istanbul travesti practically making out with the young, hard cock.
Only when his gasps and squirms turned to moans with fists clenching at his side did she take him into her mouth. In and out. Tongue playful. Slowly, her head tilted up so her dazzling hazel eyes could watch Todd’s face as her agonizingly slow pace tortured his sensitive dick with pleasure.
Even from the side I could see the delight in her eyes. Her focus. As far as I knew it had been twenty years since she’d sucked a cock that wasn’t mine, and she was savoring every moment of the experience.
Todd didn’t know what to do. His hands were stuck to his thighs as if he was afraid that touching her was forbidden. That wouldn’t do.
“You can touch her. She’s a slut, not a stripper,” I said. “Show her what you like.”
Disappointingly, Todd did nothing. You’d think a young virile man getting his cock sucked would have no issue taking control. Maybe it was the situation, the fact that it was his girlfriend’s mom, and his girlfriend and her dad were watching.
I looked to Mia for help. She rolled her eyes, then leaned and whispered into Todd’s ear. Gently as if trying not to startle him, she lifted one hand then then the other and placed them on her mom’s head.
“Yeah, Mommy, suck his dick,” Mia cooed.
Claire moaned. Her eyes darted to our daughter. Mia’s lips were parted just enough to show a hint of teeth. Her chest rose and fell, topped by twin points from her hard nipples. I’m sure my wife’s were just as hard. I know I was and took the moment where the three of them were occupied to adjust my erection to a more comfortable angle.
My wife slowly took Todd to the base, his cock vanishing into her mouth and down her throat without even the hint of a struggle. If she could deep throat me, then Todd wouldn’t be a challenge at all.
Then she stopped her teasing. There are blowjobs meant to draw the experience out. Then there are blowjobs meant to suck the soul out of a man. This was the latter. And even though Todd had a grip in her hair, it looked like he was the one holding on for dear life.
Mia looked impressed. I’m not sure how she’d viewed her mom before this moment, but I’d wager my life savings it wasn’t as a blowjob queen. Wide eyed, she looked up to gauge how I was taking the love of my wife sucking another guy’s dick.
I raised an eyebrow and smiled. She smiled back. When I patted the seat next to me, Mia extracted herself from next to Todd and stepped over her mom. Neither seemed to notice as she snuggled up next to me. I put an arm around her shoulder as if we were having a family movie night instead of watching the taboo blowjob in front of us.
“She’s really good at that,” Mia said after almost ten minutes of watching her mother face fuck herself, slowing only when Todd neared another release. She had an uncanny ability to keep a dick on edge, something I often enjoyed.
“Your mother has a lot of practice, don’t you sweety?” I asked.
Claire moaned in response.
“Are you wet?”
An even louder moan, with big nods of her head.
“Want him to fuck you?”
With a lurch and groan, Todd came again. Whatever reluctance he’d felt about physical domination disappeared in the wash of pleasure. He slammed my wife’s head down into his crotch and lifted his hips at the same time.
Claire let him take command only briefly, shoving herself free.
“Damn it!” she said as errant jets of cum splattered her face. “You’d better stay hard.”
Then she dove back onto his spurting cock. I guess that answered the question about if she wanted to get fucked by him.
Unfortunately for my wife, even a twenty-year-old has limits. His once stiff erection wilted despite her relentless efforts.
“Claire,” I said after a minute of watching her fight a losing battle. She didn’t stop. “Babe!” She looked back at me with her lips still wrapped around his dick. “Do you want him to fuck you?”
The pop of her freeing her mouth echoed. “If you want me to.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
I untangled myself from my daughter then stood. Claire watched me distantly through eyes glazed over with lust as I approached. She was on her knees in front Todd. Like the slut she was, her back was arched to tilt her ass up. I slapped it, then pulled her off Todd by her hair.
“Do you want him to fuck you?”
Claire groaned as I roughly shoved a hand down the back of her joggers, digging deeper until my fingers found the soaked gusset of her thong.
“You’re wet for him.”
Another moan. She struggled in my grip, trying to get her mouth back on Todd’s cock.
I slid her thong to the side and pushed a finger into her. “Do you want him to fuck you?”
“Yes!” Claire gasped.
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She twisted to look back at me. “Please, can he fuck me?”
“Not me,” I answered, shaking my head. “Todd isn’t my boyfriend.”
“Oh god,” Claire whispered. She closed her eyes, breathing hard as I fingered her. When she opened them, I saw the self-sure gaze of the woman I’d fallen in love with. “Mia, is it okay if your boyfriend fucks me?”
Our daughter shivered. Her eyes were wide and bright, and even without looking down I could see her nipples poking through her shirt. She nodded. “If you can get him hard again.”
I let go of Claire and she dove back onto Todd’s cock. The sloppy sounds were music to my ears, but it looked like she was in for a fight so I headed to the bathroom then to the kitchen for glasses of water for all of us.
When I returned to the den, Claire was on her knees frantically bobbing up and down. Todd looked even more desperate. The pressure to perform was getting to him, a death sentence even for a young man with a hot slut like Claire working her magic.
I looked at my daughter. Mia was where I’d left her and still fully dressed, though she rhythmically clenched her thighs and a hand idly stroked a breast.
“You might need to help out if you want to see them fuck,” I suggested.
Mia’s lips parted, clearly intrigued by the idea.
I sat out water glasses for everyone, then took a seat next to Mia. My weight depressing the couch caused her to lean against my side. Casually, I wrapped one arm around her shoulder then used my right hand to unzip my pants and fish my dick out.
Freedom. The tight confines of my pants made pulling my erection out all the sweeter. I sighed, letting it bob in the air without touching it.
I could feel Mia’s eyes on me, studying my fat cock. I wouldn’t star in any gonzo films, but put me in a room with fifty guys and odds are only one would be longer than me and none would be thicker. Claire said it was perfect in size. Thick enough to stretch her but not so long as to ram her cervix or too thick to take in her ass or down her throat.
Surprisingly, Mia wasn’t the only one to react to my freed dick. Todd twitched and moaned, looking away when I glanced his way. Claire redoubled her efforts. Soon she’d have him stiff again, but I wasn’t ready for that yet.
I hugged Mia against me, then stage whispered into her ear loud enough for Todd to hear. “Honey, maybe you should go see if there is anything you can do to help. Maybe ask if he’d like a show of some sort?”
Mia chewed on her lip then nodded. I helped her up, casually placing my palm on her tight ass, so much like Claire’s when she’d been younger. Todd saw it, eyes now fixed on the contact between his girlfriend and her father.
My daughter was wearing loose, thin shorts that were small enough that the bottom of her cheeks peeked out even when she stood upright. My fingers burned with the heat of contact with that soft portion of my daughter’s body.
When she sauntered over to where her mom and boyfriend were, I couldn’t suppress a moan or resist wrapping my hand around my cock. Mia was my wife’s daughter. Just by looks you could tell. They both had hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair. The similarities went deeper. The same laugh. A sparkle to their eyes when they were teasing.
And it turned out that when they were horny and reveling in the gaze of men, they strutted the same. I drank in the site of my daughter’s rolling hips, the subtle jiggle of her barely covered ass, so much like her mom that it was almost like I was looking back in time to when Claire was that age.
Knowing I was watching her, Mia stood between me and Todd, bending at the hips to whisper into his ear. Even if she had been speaking loud enough for me to hear I doubt I would have understood the words because the taught hamstrings of my daughter and her perky, exposed ass took over my mind.
I’d only ever seen one set of legs and butt that could rival Mia’s, and it was currently on display in a tight pair of joggers right next to it. I couldn’t help but compare. Choosing one was impossible. Mia’s had the taught perkiness of youth. Her mother’s was thicker. Rounder. No one would consider it huge but it was noticeably curvier when positioned right next to Mia’s svelte body.
Growling, I slowly stroked my cock. Enjoying the moment even as I savored the anticipation of what was inevitably coming. Mia knew, too. We’d shared a look that communicated more than words. And I think my wife did too.
Todd mumbled something. Mia stroked his hair, whispering loud encouragement. I caught only bits and pieces but she was comforting him, telling him to just say what he wanted.
“Iwant to see him fuck you,” Todd said so rapidly the words ran together.
The room went still, even Claire pausing. There were only two men in the room, and Todd didn’t seem the type to refer to himself in the third person.
“Who?” Mia prompted unnecessarily.
When Todd blushed and looked away, Claire started sucking again. Harder.
“Your dad,” Todd admitted. “I want to watch your dad fuck you.”
