Educating Sarah

Educating Sarah – part one of a series

Mom and dad teach their horny, teenage daughter the ways of love

Author’s note: all characters in this story are at least 18 years or older

Linda Harris couldn’t get enough of her husband’s cock. Even after some twenty years of marriage, which produced their daughter, Sarah, not to mention both of them having an unusually busy work schedule, they always found time to make the bedsprings squeak enough to register on the Richter scale.

“G-god…fuck…nggg…” Linda, naked underneath Michael’s lean, solid body, gripped his waist as he pounded away yet again between her thighs. Sarah hadn’t returned home from school yet, so they didn’t bother to keep quiet. Not that they tried much in recent days.

“I didn’t raise my daughter to be a prude, or ignorant,” she would say to Michael as they both caught their breath, basking in the languid afterglow of love. “If she hears us fucking, so be it.”

Michael toyed with one of his wife’s supple breasts, nuzzling her nipple. “I have a strong feeling she’s up to speed on the mechanics of sex.” He reached up to brush a strand of dark brown hair from her face, gazing into her hazel eyes. “And what’s wrong with her knowing how much we’re in love?” Linda touched his cheek, smiling.

“Well, I did have that talk with her.” She sighed as Michael took the nipple into his mouth. He loved to suck and play with her tits, and she loved the attention. Michael moaned, nodding, his mouth full.

They heard a door slam in the distance and footsteps on the kitchen tiles. Sarah was home. Both disengaged, slipping on blue, matching bathrobes, straightening the bed somewhat. Michael disappeared into the bathroom while his wife remained, sitting on the edge of the bed, robe open, her bare feet caressed by the thick, shag carpet. Linda didn’t bother to conceal her nudity. Theirs was a permissive household and she and Sarah had seen each other naked almost every day, so why bother? A young woman appeared at the bedroom door.

“Hello, honey!” Linda’s face brightened, her arms reaching out.

“Hi, Mom.”

Although Sarah was about to graduate from high school, legally an adult by now, she wasn’t so grown up that she wouldn’t give her mother a big hug when returning home, or whenever the occasion seemed right. As they held each other for a few moments, bodies pressing together, Linda couldn’t help but marvel at how the young woman had grown in the past year.

My only child. So beautiful, and now such a big girl.

Sarah had just turned eighteen but was a late bloomer. Only recently had she sprouted up at least six inches in height, and her body had a slim, lithe quality, like someone younger. Her blond hair was cut short in a pageboy style, her legs long and breasts small.

“How was your day, love?” Linda sighed as she nuzzled the crook of Sarah’s neck, savoring the scent of sun-kissed skin. The young woman released her mother, reluctantly taking a step back.

“Counting them until I’m free.” Sarah couldn’t wait to graduate from high school. She had already been accepted to the local community college for the fall semester and looked forward to a lazy summer until then. For a lingering moment, she eyed her mother, naked beneath her robe, then let loose with a wry smile. “How was your day?”

Linda knew she looked like she’d been through the wringer. Her hair was a mess and she reeked of sex and sweat, but what the fuck. Sarah was an adult, as hard as it was for her mother to accept. She knew about the birds and the bees.

“A day off with your father is like money from home.”

Sarah slid up on the bed, next to her mother. “New job’s tough, huh?”

“And how.” Linda put an arm around Sarah’s waist, pulling the young woman against her. The motion caused the robe to fall back, exposing even more of her plush body, which didn’t go unnoticed. “Sometimes it’s like fighting to stay above water.”

Sarah rested her head on her mother’s shoulder. “But it should get easier, huh? Once you get used to it?”

“Goddamn, I hope so.” She didn’t feel the need to sugar-coat the situation. Sarah needed to know what it took to get ahead, to be successful.

“Did you have to take this job, Mom?” The young woman looked her mother in the eye. “Is it really necessary?” Linda smiled.

My dear girl. Another sign of becoming an adult. She’s worried about me working too hard.

“Sarah, I just want you…well, all of us…to have the best life we can have.” She kissed her daughter on the cheek, but the expression on Sarah’s face showed that she wasn’t convinced.

“And it takes money? That’s going to solve all of our problems?”

The robe slipped open a bit more and Sarah eyed one of her mother’s thick, erect nipples. Linda took a deep breath. She didn’t have an answer.

“Please don’t make yourself crazy, Mom.” Sarah leaned over, her face coming to rest between the tops of her mother’s breasts, nuzzling damp skin. She inhaled the sweet, slightly acrid odor of sweat trapped between and under Linda’s mounds. “I worry about Dad, too.”

Linda rubbed her nose against Sarah’s ear, savoring the pressure against her body. It reminded her of the past, of the days when she would nurse her infant daughter. She wished it could go on forever.

“Why do you two have to work so much? You know I can take care of myself. I’m already looking for a job.”

Linda could feel Sarah’s breath between her breasts as her sensitive nipples rubbed against the rough fabric of the bathrobe. “I understand, honey, but let us do the worrying. You won’t do anyone any good by making yourself crazy.”

The next moment, Sarah turned her face up to gaze serenely at her mother. Without thinking, Linda kissed her daughter on the mouth, a brief peck, then another, one that lingered. She closed her eyes, momentarily lost in the moist softness of the young woman’s lips. Kissing, like copious hugs, wasn’t unusual in their relationship. It felt so natural, so logical. Sarah never resisted.

After what seemed like an eternity, Linda pulled back, their lips smacking as they parted.

“I didn’t know you felt like this, about me working,” she whispered to her daughter with less than an inch separating their noses. “Give me some time and we’ll see how it progresses, okay?”

Sarah nodded. “Okay, Mom. But you know I’ll live in a shack, just as long as we can be together and happy.”

This time, Linda nodded. She wanted another kiss, but suddenly felt her husband’s cum starting to leak out. She put her knees together.

“Bathroom,” was all she said with an anxious voice, brow furrowed as she rolled a giggling Sarah to the side. Bathrobe dropped to the floor as she scurried, naked, to the bathroom.

The moment her ass hit the wooden toilet seat, she let out a noisy spray of urine, sighing with relief. As open as she and Michael tried to be around their daughter, having a glop of semen oozing out of her vagina in front of Sarah would be a bit much.

I can’t quite say, “Sorry, your father’s cum is spilling out of me. I can only retain so much after multiple fuckings!”

The corners of her mouth curled up as Linda inspected the pale blue ceramic tiles on the wall opposite her. She thought about how nice it was to cuddle with Sarah, to feel her breath on her skin, and to share a few loving kisses. She wiped herself, washing her hands before returning, naked, to the bedroom. Her daughter had already retreated to her room to knock out some homework.

Linda fished some garments from her dresser drawer, slipping on a pair of old-fashioned, white panties and a snug, cotton tee shirt. She paused for a minute to inspect her reflection in the mirror.

Tits sagging a bit, but still somewhat firm for their size. Nipples erect, which is almost constant after nursing as long as I could, and decades of attention from Michael. My tummy is relatively flat, but childbirth gave me a slight paunch that will never go away, no matter how many sit-ups I do. Still, not bad for an old broad of thirty-eight.

She poked her head into Sarah’s bedroom.

“Hungry?”

The young woman nodded.

“Okay, anything in particular?”

Sarah shook her head. “No, Mom. And you know I can feed myself, right?

Mother snorted, looking at her daughter askance. “I know, I know, but your father can’t.”

As Linda busied herself in the kitchen, metal, and glass clanking against the yellow, Formica countertop, Michael came up behind her, clad only in his tighty whities. With his lips brushing back and forth across her neck and ear, he inhaled, then whispered.

“God, I love the smell of sex coming from your body.”

Her husband’s sexy voice and touch made Linda shiver, nipples stiffening, every hair on her body standing on end as he squeezed her waist. “Uh-huh,” she said, voice breathy, eyes closing as she leaned back against his bare chest. Michael’s right hand slipped under her tee shirt, rubbing her tummy in a slow, circular motion.

“You…” She couldn’t complete her sentence, gasping as Michael’s hand slipped down the front of her panties. He massaged her pubic mound, luxuriating in her dark, soft, springy bush before two fingers dipped into her wet pussy.

“Ahhh-h-h-h-h,” she exhaled as he pressed against her sensitive clit before going deeper. Two strong fingers started curling repeatedly behind her little nub, massaging the sweet spot behind it.

“Did I give you enough cum, my love?” His other hand slipped under her tee shirt to massage a breast. Linda could feel his renewed erection pressing against the small of her back.

Jesus, I hope Sarah’s still doing her homework. Otherwise, she’s going to get quite a show!

“F-fuck, no, lover,” she managed to stutter. “You know I never get enough.”

“Even after twenty years?” His breath caressed Linda’s sensitive skin, just like Sarah’s did only fifteen minutes prior. “Twenty years of straight-on, deep, liquid, sweaty, gooey fucking?” He accentuated the “F” so it made her jump slightly.

Surrendering, Linda gripped the edge of the kitchen counter as her husband massaged her pussy, his other hand tugging at her nipple.

“Oh, god…goddamn!” She felt Michael’s healthy erection rubbing against her more urgently, again ready to fuck. “Where’s Sarah?”