Tina’s Sleepover Ch. 06 – Jen’s Idea

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JANET (” Mom “)

“Mom, have you ever done stuff with other girls?”

That’s what my 18-year-old daughter, Jenna, asked me, just a few nights after I got back from my sorority reunion weekend with my old college roommate, Carol.

And her husband. And their strapping teenage son.

And my very first thought when I stepped in the door of our home was, “What if Doug wants to have sex?”

And if he did, would he notice that Carol’s husband Hank’s and their son Josh’s cum was probably still inside me from our one last fucking session this morning just before we left?

And if he did notice … how would he feel about that …?

“Mom, have you ever done stuff with other girls?”

“What, Dear?”

“I mean, have you ever fooled around with other girls?”

“What do you mean, ‘fooled around?'” even though I knew she wasn’t referring to playing Barbies or hanging out at the mall.

“Mom! Don’t play dumb. You know what I mean – sex stuff!”

Yes, I know darned well what she means. But where to go with this? Jen’s 18, and she obviously knows about sex – plenty, considering how her closest friend Tina spent a weekend alone with my husband while Jen and I were visiting my sister in Des Moines. And she’s entitled to an answer, and it’s important that I answer her honestly and don’t lie to her. But what – and how much – to tell her?

“Well, when I was in high school” (actually, junior high school!) “a girlfriend and I used to practice kissing so we’d know how to do it ‘right’ for when the chance to kiss boys finally came.” I hoped that would be enough information.

No way.

“Is that all you did?” Jen’s voice virtually dripped skepticism.

I had to come up with something more satisfying than just “practiced kissing.”

“Well, when we got older we’d show each other how our breasts were developing.”

“And …?”

Obviously I was going to have to come up with something more specific – and more salacious.

“Okay, I admit – we would touch each other’s breasts, to see how we were growing, or too see how soft or how firm they were.” There, that oughta do it.

“Touch …?”

“Well, we might’ve kissed …”

And that’s a lot more than I ever thought I’d ever tell a daughter of mine. But then Jen started to get a whole lot more inquisitive – and more specific.

“How about you and your roommate Carol, when you were in college?”

Okay, we’re well out of the “vague high-school recollections” phase now.

“Yes, well, we might’ve talked about our own experiences in high school …”

“And …?”

“And, okay, maybe we might’ve tried doing some of them with each other …”

“And that’s all – for two years, that’s all you and Carol ever did?”

All of a sudden I got an idea.

“How about you? Have you and Tina ever ‘fooled around’?” There, that oughta put a quick end to this conversation.

“Whadda you think, Mom?”

Uh-oh, this is not going to be as easy as I hoped.

“Knowing you – and knowing Tina – I’m going to guess that you have.” I waited for her to answer – say something. “Am I right?”

“Yeah, Tina ‘n’ me have fooled around with each other.” Then she added, “Fool around.”

Guess that answers that question. I waited. Still no more information.

“Well … what did – do – you and Tina do?”

“Oh no! You don’t get off that way, Mom, you gotta tell me about you ‘n’ Carol – and anyone else!”

No way out. I’m going to have to answer Jen’s questions or risk losing open communication with my teenage daughter.

With a sigh that was only slightly exaggerated I said, “Okay, you win. And I guess there’s no harm in telling you – you probably have your own suspicions anyway so I might as well …

“Yes, Carol and I did some exploration …”

“Exploration! Oh, come on, Mom!”

“Okay.” I thought maybe if I made it short and sweet that I could end this discussion and get away. “Yes, Carol and I kissed each other – all kinds of kissing …”

“Where? Where did you and Carol do your ‘all kinds of kissing?'”

Damn!

“Well, since you ask, we did it pretty much everywhere …,” and I waited to see if that was sufficient explanation.

Nope.

“Okay, we kissed and each other breasts, and we might’ve kissed each other’s … each other between the legs …”

“You mean you kissed each other’s pussies.”

“Yes, I guess that’s what I mean.”

“You might have??”

“Okay, yes, we did.”

“Did what?”

“Kiss each other’s pussies.”

“How often?”

Uh-oh.

Could I really tell her – tell my daughter – that most days Carol and I would eat each other practically every day for most of two school years. And that sometimes that eating was after one or the other of us had just come back from a date, and that sometimes the date …

No, there’s no way I could tell my daughter that.

“We’ll, we might do it several times a week.”

I hoped that was sufficiently salacious that I didn’t have to admit that we actually did each other at least twice a day, every day, for two whole years.

I guess it worked. But now she had more questions.

“Did you ever lick each other’s bums?”

“No, we never did that …,” and all of a sudden, after all those years, why hadn’t we … licked each other’s assholes? I sure like it enough when Doug did it – when he does it – to me.

“No, we didn’t.”

Jen was silent for a while. Until, that is, she began on a whole new line of interrogation.

“So, was it good to get back together with Carol last weekend?”

“Yes, it really was great to see her again, and to see Hank again. And their son Josh is such a nice young man …”

“MOM! You’re not going to try and tell me that all you did all last weekend was ‘see’ Carol and how nice her family is – you did a lot more than just ‘seeing’ and you know it!”

“Jenna DeLeon! What are you implying …?” I almost said, “How dare you accuse me …,” but then I stopped. I stopped because I knew how high-and-mighty that would sound – but also … because I knew that what she was implying was absolutely true.

“C’mon, Mom, when you phoned us Monday and said you’d be staying a day longer Dad and I knew what the story was.”

So they figured out that the long – now longer – weekend was not just one of sorority-days nostalgia.

And Dad – Doug? Jenna and her dad shared their suspicions of what was happening that weekend?

And that their suspicions were absolutely, one-hundred percent right. That I spent the entire long weekend, from when I joined them in the condo that Thursday evening until our final goodbyes Tuesday morning, sucking Carol’s hard nipples and swollen clit and using “toys” on each other, and getting fucked by her husband Hank while we watched her football linebacker son fuck his mother, and then both of them fucking me at the same time, and then both of them fucking Carol while I crouched over her face and she ate me so hard that I squirted on her and Hank …

And I’m pretty sure that Jen saw it all over my face – the shame of being ‘caught’ – and the excitement of remembering everything that we did that weekend.

But before I could say anything more – that is, if I could even think what to say – Jen hopped over and kissed me and said, “It’s alright, Mom,” and kissed me again.

How the hell could it be alright – any of it?

Than there was the way Jenna was kissing me. She didn’t kiss me once or twice, like to reassure me. She kept her lips against mine, and I could feel her making them soft, and then she started moving her lips against mine, and my reflexes took over and I started moving my lips with hers, and all of a sudden it was like I was back a few days ago, when Carol and I …

And one of Jenna’s arms was behind my head, holding me in place against her lips while her other arm … was sliding down my hip to the place where my legs meet, and she was pressing and rubbing me there through the satin fabric of my lounging PJs …

And my daughter, my eighteen-year-old daughter, is kissing me sensually while her hand is rubbing my pussy, and I can’t help myself and without thinking I start lifting my hips back against her hand and her fingers probe a little deeper, forcing the silky fabric farther into my pussy, and the way the cloth slides in I know that I’m already very wet there.

But then my daughter takes my bottom lip between her teeth and squeezes ’til it hurts, just the least bit, and when she does that I feel a twinge in my pussy and I feel myself getting even wetter. Then Jen slides down my body and hooks her thumbs over the elastic waist of my pajamas and without her saying anything I lift my hips and she slides the silky fabric down and off over my feet …

And my daughter puts her head on my thighs and kisses me there, and then she gently presses my thighs apart – she didn’t have to press hard – they seemed to open on their own – and my lovely, sexual daughter starts eating my pussy.

And, no, she’s not as good as Carol – yet. But she and her girlfriend Tina have obviously been practicing some moves because in ten seconds I’m cumming, and I’m biting my lip and squeezing one breast while my other hand presses my daughter’s face against my thrusting pussy, and I feel her hand worming its way between my ass cheeks, and a finger plays with my asshole while my clit is being sucked to another orgasm.

And as I start to come down from my climax I’m thinking, I’ve just been sucked to a fantastic cum by my teenage daughter, and I’m ashamed because I’ve just been sucked to a fantastic cum by my teenage daughter, and I liked it, and I want it to happen again.

And I want to return the favor.

How messed-up is that?

Then Jenna slid up my body and kisses me again, and now her lips have that familiar taste, a taste that they didn’t have when she first kissed me, just a few minutes ago, and she says,

“Don’t worry, Mom – it’ll all be alright.”

~ ~ ~

I suppose the whole thing might be my fault.

Yes, I had cooperated – or perhaps colluded would be a better word – with Jen and her girlfriend Tina for Tina to spend the weekend with my husband Doug, most likely fucking his middle-aged ears off. But there was a reason for that. I knew – know – that men of a certain age start to feel that they’ve missed out on something, and that they often do stupid – sometimes destructive – things to find what it is they think they’re missing out on. And my idea was that if my Doug could get his ashes hauled (does anyone even use that expression any more?) with my daughter’s little teenage wannabe-slut friend, Tina, that maybe he’d feel that he wasn’t really missing anything at all.

But this was different. I had arranged that, knowingly and on purpose, to solve or prevent a problem. My weekend with Carol – and Hank, and Josh – was not for that. The weekend with Carol and her family was purely for sexual excitement. No high-minded, noble, self-sacrificing moral reasons. No, the weekend with Carol’s family was to get fucked, and fucked good, and fucked often, in as many ways as possible!

And I tell myself that, okay, the weekend with Carol’s family was just “plain old cheating,” maybe just a case of fending off “middle-aged angst,” like what I was afraid Doug might be experiencing and why I arranged for that weekend he spent with Jenna’s friend Tina to happen.

But now – now! – this is different. Now I am letting my teenage daughter seduce me, and I didn’t try to stop her – and I’m hoping she won’t stop, that this won’t be the only time. I’ve crossed a line, from “simple” cheating to incest.

But my daughter doesn’t give me much time to think about this. Because while these thoughts are racing through my mind Jen has slid up my body – and kneeled so her pussy – her sweet teenage pussy – is right over my mouth! She put one hand behind my head and gave a little push – just the slightest of nudges – and I grab her firm asscheeks and pull her down to my mouth …

And for the first time in two decades I’m eating sweet young teenage pussy!

I’m eating my daughter’s pussy, and I don’t care. Wait – that’s not true – I do care! I want to do this again – and again, and again …

~ ~ ~

Well, we did. Two more times. Once for each of us.

After I licked and sucked that delicious teenage pussy of hers to her – our – last orgasm we laid there in bed like that, holding each other and occasionally kissing each other. With affection, but certainly not with mother-daughter affection. No, these kisses were the kind of kisses that lovers give each other.

And now I need to seriously rethink things. And one is that my innocent teenage daughter likes sex – a lot. And – at least with me – she’s really good at it.

And that caused my mind to remember another matter.

“Did your Dad have a good time last weekend with his little whore?”

I don’t know why I keep saying things like that. Tina’s a perfectly sweet girl. I’ve known her since she and Jenna were in second grade, and I really like her and I’m glad that she and Jen are friends. Maybe it’s easier for me to think about her and Doug being together if I think of her as a slut.

“I was there too, Mom.”

Oh, yeah, I had been trying to forget about that part of it, that my daughter was there, too, with Tina’s father. I tried to be casual about it.

“So while your Dad was with his little … with Tina, you were … what? With … her dad?”

“Yeah, Mom, while Dad was fucking Tina, I was fucking her dad.”

I was almost afraid to ask. On the other hand, another part of me wanted to hear every dirty detail.

“And did he … did you …?”

“Yeah, Nick got me off real good.”

Then she added, unnecessarily, “Lots, too.”

“Jenna DeLeon – don’t you talk to me that way about … about sex with your friend’s father!”

“Chill, Mom. If Tina’s gonna have my dad then I should get to have her dad, right?”

I thought that something like this – like a teenage girl having sex with her friend’s father – was hardly a matter of just “what’s fair.”

Then Jenna tried to make me look at the whole thing rationally.

“Look Mom, when you come right down to it, Tina’s dad is exactly the kind of man you’d want to be your daughter’s first sex. He’s nice, he’s kind, he gentle, I’ve known him for years, he’s a father so he knows how he’d like someone to treat his daughter – face it, he’s just the kind of man you’d want for me.

“And also, he got me off real good.”

“Jenna – don’t talk like that to your mother!”

But then I wondered, “How good …?”

What on earth is happening to me??

I was surprised that my daughter had decided to put things so … bluntly. But also, I felt myself starting to respond to her crude language.

“Well, I guess I’m glad that Nick treated you so well.” What a lame response.

But then Tina had to force the issue – the underlying message.

“You know, Mom, Dad didn’t spend the whole weekend just with Tina.”

I’d been hoping to avoid this for as long as I could, like maybe … forever?

“Yeah, Tina wanted some quality time with her Dad …”

Here it comes …

“… so Dad and I spent a couple of nights together.”

My throat had gone dry.

“And by ‘together,’ you mean …?”

“Yeah mom, together, in bed …,” and then she had to say it, “fucking.”

Then she just had to say it again. “Yeah, Mom … fucking. And before you get all bent outta shape remember that just a few minutes ago you and your daughter were sucking each other’s clits and making each other cum – cum pretty good, as I recall – so I don’t think you got any room to complain.”

So finally I said what any good mother should say in such circumstances.”

“Was he good – was your dad good for you?”

~ ~ ~

“Mom, Daddy, I think we all need to talk.”

Thats what my daughter said, Thursday evening after we’d finished dinner.

Neither Doug nor I are used to our daughter speaking to us – to either of us, let alone both of us – in such an … authoritative way. It must be something important. I started to experience a vague sense of dread.

“Let’s go out in the living room, okay?” Jen led us into the living room and told us, “Here, I’ll sit here and you two sit on the couch.” We both did as Jen said.

“Look, there’s been this cloud hanging around the house since … well, since Mom got back from her ‘sorority reunion’ with Carol’s family and Dad and I got back from our weekend at Tina’s.” She paused, like she was waiting for one or both of us to disagree with what she said, or else acknowledge that she was right.

Neither of us said anything., and Jen took that as meaning we both agreed with her.

“So let’s all get it out on the table, okay? Mom, you pretty well know or else have a good Idea of what Daddy and I did the weekend we were with Tina and her dad. I’ll start. Mom, I told you I spent the first two days and nights with Tina’s dad, and the we fucked and did sex stuff almost all the time. And yes, he fucked me real good, and yes, liked it a lot. And yes – he came inside me – a lot of times, and yes, I liked it, and I liked it when he made me cum when he sucked my pussy and fingered me, and when he sucked me when he had his fingers up my ass.

“So, yeah, Tina’s dad and your daughter spent two whole days having sex.”

I realized that I’d been holding my breath while Jen was describing what she and Tina’s father did that weekend. While I already knew about this in general, it was still … shocking … the way Jen laid it all our for us – for me.

“Now, Daddy, it’s your turn. Tell Mom what you and Tina did the time that I was with Nick.

I think Doug realized that by now things were well past the point for delicacy or equivocation. Our daughter already set the tone for tonight. He took a deep breath and started telling me – us – “his side” of last weekend’s … activities.

“Yes, all the time that Jen was with Nick, doing the things she said, Tina and I were together, and, well, remember the things I told you, that weekend when Tina invited herself over …”

And all of a sudden I realized that we’re sitting – Doug and I are sitting – on the same couch where he “raped” our daughter’s girlfriend that Friday night she came over. Could that have been just three weeks ago?

“Anyway, we did a lot of those same things.” Then he decided to qualify that. “Although maybe not as frantic as we did when she came over here. And we talked a lot …”

And just as soon as he said that – “we talked a lot” – all of a sudden I got this feeling. And it scared me. All of a sudden I had this feeling – almost like a premonition – that my life, the life that I know, what has been my life for 20 years – that that life could be in danger.

“Doug …,” I was afraid to ask, to say the words. But I had to.

“Yes, Janet?”

“Are you in love with her – in love with Tina?”

Doug reacted like he’d been slapped. But there’s no way to ignore it – his feelings about Tina are so obvious they’re evident to anyone who knows him – them.

“Yes, Janet, I’m in love with Tina,” he waited, possibly to give me time to grasp his bluntly honest answer.

“… but Tina is already spoken for …

“… and so am I.”

He leaned over on the couch and kissed me. “I love you, Janet. I always have, and I always will. You’re my partner, and you always will be.”

Doug and I have been together nearly two decades, and I knew then that he was telling the truth – the truth about both things – about being in love with Tina, and about his love and devotion to me. I don’t have words for the relief I felt.

I realized that for Doug to fall in love with Tina, it isn’t that difficult to understand. Tina is sweet and she’s pretty, and she has this … seductive way about her. And Doug has known her since she was a little girl and watched her grow up … into the lovely young woman she is now. And she and Doug were always fond each other, and she loved to sit and lean against him when he read the girls stories, or maybe just watching TV. And I guess it’s not uncommon for girls to form crushes on daddies – their own, but also a friend’s daddy. And Doug, being at the stage of life he is, it’s not surprising that he would be susceptible to a young girl who to all appearances adores him.

And without even thinking I heard myself saying, “And I love you, Doug. No matter what. And if you fall in love with a lovely young girl, I’m still in love you.”

Jen waited, possibly to give Doug and me time to communicate the things we need to communicate. Then she took the reins again.

“But that wasn’t the whole weekend, was it, Daddy?”

No, from what Jen has already told me, that was far from Doug’s total involvement that weekend.

Doug kind of coughed, cleared his throat for what might be a long, difficult explanation.

“Saturday morning Tina told me that she wanted to spend time with her dad now – they really are in love with each other, you know. I think I have an idea why but I’m sure Jen could explain things better than I could. So Saturday afternoon Tina and I said our goodbyes, and Jen moved into Tina’s room with me.

“I was kind of nervous and uncertain – about everything, but especially about what was almost certain – that I was going to be having sex with my daughter. But then Jen made it clear that she wanted that – a lot – and that Tina had encouraged her and told her how special and how wonderful it was – is – and Jen wanted to feel the same things Tina said she felt with her dad.

“I guess it helped a lot, for both of us, that Jen had already spent the last 48 hours having I guess what had to be full-on adult sex with Nick. And from what Jen’s told me, then, but also since then, Nick treated our daughter well…,” Doug thought for a moment and smiled. “… and often.”

I couldn’t decide if that quip of Doug’s should make me angry – or amused.

“But anyway, Jen and I went to Tina’s room and she explained things to me – how she knew she wanted this and why, and how things were going to be, and she kissed me, and the kiss was not like the kind of kiss a father should be sharing with his daughter, or a girl with her father, but it was a … a loving kiss, and that was when I knew that I wanted to love my daughter in the same way that Nick loves Tina.

“So, yes, Jen and I spent two days having every kind of sex we could manage. Actually, it was every kind of sex that Jen wanted to experience. And all I can say is that I hope she got everything she wanted and that it was everything she hoped for, and that her father treated her well.”

That was when Jen got out of her chair and went over to Doug and put her arms around his head and held him and kissed him on the head, on his hair.

“Yes, Daddy, it was – we did everything that I wanted. And it was more than I ever hoped for, and, yeah, you treated me perfectly.” She kissed him again.

So I had to ask.

There was a catch in my throat when I asked, “And is this something that you want to repeat …?”

Doug and Jen looked at each other, then Doug said, “Yes, it’s something I’d like to repeat – continue. But that’s up to Jen – it’s something we’ll have to talk about – all of us, I guess.”

We were all quiet for a minute or two, thinking about Doug’s last statement, and its ramifications. But then Jenna said, “Mom, … don’t you have some things you need to get out into the open?”

And here it was. The time for me to tell Doug and Jenna … to come clean about the things that … to explain what …

“When Carol called me a month ago and asked if I was going to the K-Delt reunion it sounded like a great idea and I said I’d get back to her. But then when I called her back and said that I was coming she brought up the idea of renting a condo, and I thought that made sense and would be a lot of fun.

“But then when she called a few days later she said – basically announced – that her husband and son would be coming, too, and that they’d be staying with us in the condo. And then she started dropping hints – sexual hints, like ‘it’ll be like old times,’ and how ‘I might enjoy the chance to get together with Hank again …'”

And then I realized …

I leaned toward my daughter and reached out for her hand.

“Oh, Jen, sweetheart – I’m so sorry – I forgot you didn’t know.” I looked toward Doug, hoping that somehow he’d be able to support me in my confession. He didn’t look angry – he already knew about Hank. But somehow his empathy for my situation made me feel even worse.

“There was a time in college when your father and I were … well, we weren’t getting along so well, and we decided to … take a break. And during that time that we were … apart, I met Hank – my roommate Carol introduced me to him. And, well, you get the idea. In two months your dad and I decided that we really wanted to be with each other and I dropped everything with Hank.

“So anyhow, like I said, Carol kept making these sexual insinuations, and I found that I was getting excited every time Carol made some kind of suggestive remark. And as it got closer I found I that I was looking forward to the idea … hoping that there might actually be the chance that there’d be sex that weekend.

“It turns out I didn’t have to worry. As soon as I was inside the condo door Carol grabbed me and practically put her tongue down my throat, and I reacted the way I always have to her. I pulled myself away enough to go to the bathroom and ‘freshen up,’ but as soon as I stepped out Carol dragged me into the bedroom and we stripped off our clothes as fast as we could and then Carol fell back on the bed and spread her legs, and just like so often, I dived straight for her pussy and started eating her like a crazy woman, and she must’ve had at least three climaxes before I felt something happening around my ass, and then I felt the extra weight on the bed and then I felt Hank’s cock working it’s way between my legs and into my sopping-wet pussy.”

Then for some reason I added, “Hank’s hefty cock felt s-o-o good in my pussy again.”

I realized that having to tell this had made my throat dry and I reached for the glass of water I’d brought from the dining room. While I was drinking I looked at my husband and my daughter. And what I saw was a lump that was starting in Doug’s slacks, and my daughter wasn’t making any attempt to hide the fact that she was pressing her finger into the crotch of her sweatpants.

“Anyhow, that was just the start. I think we went to one reunion event the entire time. The rest of the time we stayed in the condo, ordering take-out and having sex.

“There’s no way I can tell you everything that went on between the four of us – yes, their son Josh, too. In fact, I’m pretty sure I can’t even remember everything that we did. But to make a long story short, Carol and I ate each other to too many orgasms to count and used our hands and fists and toys on each other, and Hank and I fucked every way we could think of, usually while Carol was fucking or sucking their son. And then Carol told me that I needed to try her son so I let Josh fuck me – no, I fucked him, a bunch of times.I had a thought that made me smile. “Josh didn’t seem to need any.

“And then I watched both of them fuck Carol, one after the other and then both at the same time, and when I saw that I had to have the same thing so I let both of them have me – DP me -’til I must’ve passed out, and before we left Monday the two of them fucked Carol while I crouched over her face and she ate me so hard that I squirted on her and Hank …”

By the time I was finished I was totally drained. I emptied my water glass and thought about going out to the kitchen to get another. The bulge in Doug’s slacks was quite obvious now. And Jen – I think she might even have cum while I was telling what happened.

I waited, for their reactions, or their anger, or …?

I couldn’t wait any longer. I looked at them both, but especially Doug. I had to ask.

“Do you hate me?”

I was afraid what their answers might be.

Doug moved over next to me on the couch and took my hand and kissed me gently on the lips.

“No, Janet, I don’t hate you. How could I hate you for taking advantage of the chance for a weekend of sexual … gratification with … old friends? After all, you arranged for Tina and me to spend that weekend together, so how could I be angry at you for trying to find some of the same thing, the same … excitement … for yourself?

I was so relieved I felt like I might pass out. I had basically … well, you know what I had done, and it should have been terrible, and I should be ashamed. I should be, but I’m not. And that just makes me feel that much more guilty.

And now my wonderful husband, the love of my life – and I really me it – it’s just just a phrase – has told me that he doesn’t hate me, and he doesn’t blame me, and that he still loves me.

And my daughter? I’m not sure, but if I had to guess, I think her reaction is … that she envies me.

But then Doug said, “But I’m disappointed.”

Here it comes. I could actually feel my heart sinking. Is it all over after all?

“I’m disappointed that you didn’t tell me – that you didn’t have the confidence in me – or in Jen – to tell us. That you didn’t tell us that you had – have – these feelings, or that you were thinking about doing it.”

I thought Doug was finished, that that was the worst of it.

“But there’s one other thing. All the time you were planning this with Carol – at any time diid you ever think of inviting me – asking if I wanted to join you?”

No, I didn’t – hadn’t. And that was probably the most selfish thing about the whole affair – that I didn’t tell my husband, and that I didn’t invite him to come.

DOUG (“Daddy”)

So this is what our lives have come to.

I’m in love – sexual and emotional – with my daughter – our daughter. And I also love my daughter’s best friend, Tina, and I’ve discovered the wonderful feeling of being bathed in the love of these two amazing young women.

And I still love – I’m in love with – Janet. I know I’ve said that before, but it’s true. She’s still the pretty, hot blonde I fell in love with in college, the woman who raised my daughter with me, the woman who’s been my partner all through life – and the woman I’m still lucky enough to go to bed with every night and to wake up next to every morning. Well, most nights and mornings, anyway…

And I think that Janet feels the same way about me – still loves me, still is in love with me, still sees us as partners in life.

But she has also discovered the pleasures – and the thrill – of sex outside the bounds of our marriage. And from what she’s said and the way she’s been, now that she’s discovered it I don’t think she wants to stop. And I don’t think that I’m in any position to ask her to.

But unbeknownst to me, it appears that Jen – my daughter, who is a lot cleverer than I ever would have imagined – seems to have a plan for our situation – all of our situations.

I learned this one night when Janet and I were going to bed. I had picked up a mystery novel that I’ve been working my way through on-and-off for a month. Janet was already watching one of the late-night TV talk shows when she turned down the volume and turned to me.

“I suppose I ought to tell you, before Jenna does If she hasn’t already, that is.”

“What’s that, Hon? No, Jen hasn’t told me anything.”

“Well, you know I mentioned that Tina came over this afternoon, and just as soon as she and Jen said hello and got something to drink they headed straight for Jen’s bedroom, and when I heard the door click shut I had a pretty good idea what they were going to be doing.

“Even though I knew what they were probably doing, I found myself thinking about them, and my pussy actually started twitching and I was wondering what exactly they were doing, and then I heard – or at least, I thought I heard, a noise, maybe like a thump, and I thought that maybe I’d better check and see – just in case someone might be hurt.

“But when I got upstairs, Jen’s door had slipped open a few inches, but after what happened I think they might have opened it on purpose. Anyway, I pushed it open another inch or two but I didn’t look in, and I asked, ‘I heard a noise – is everyone OK?’

“And now that I’m telling you this I realized how lame that must have sounded.

“But anyway, Jen said, ‘Yeah, Mom, we’re OK.’ But then it knocked me for a loop when Tina says, “Why don’t you come in and join us, Mrs. D?” and I pushed the door open a little farther that’s when I got a look at what they were doing, and they were both lying on Jen’s bed and both of them were completely naked except they had their T-shirts pulled up over their breasts and they were laying on the bed in opposite directions with their legs spread – I never realized how long and slim Tina’s legs are – and they were rubbing their pussies up against each other.

“Well, before Carol and college I’d only fooled around a little with high-school girlfriends, kissing and feeling breasts and maybe sucking a little but nothing as straight-out lez as what Jen and Tina were doing.

“And Tina had invited me to join them. I looked real quick at Jen, and her expression seemed to reinforce Tina’s invitation, and of course Jen and I’ve already played around so she knew that that was something I wasn’t averse to, and I realized that I had one hand squeezing my breast and the other rubbing my pussy and trying to drive the seam of my slacks into my slit, and I knew that I was going to do this – that I was going to join my teenage daughter and her teenage girlfriend in bed for girl-girl-girl sex.

“You know that Carol and I did a lot of stuff in college, and after you learned about my ‘reunion’ weekend with her and her family you know that it was a whole lot more than kissing and feeling breasts. In fact, I can’t believe some of the things Carol and I did with our hands, and also with dildos and vibrators, and not just our pussies. But Tina would be my first experience of serious sex with a girl this young. Well, except for Jen.

“So anyhow, they pulled away from each other and got up and I don’t really remember what happened but then I was completely naked and I was on the bed between Tina’s legs, and Doug, I think I might possibly get hooked on teenage pussy.

“So we ate each other and sucked each other’s tits and fingered each other, and then Jen worked her hand up inside me, and I don’t think I’ve been so filled since … And I didn’t think it was possible to be so full, but that’s when I felt Tina’s fingers playing around my anus, and I thought, ‘Ohmygod! She’s not …,’ but then I felt her slide one finger into my ass and it surprise me how good it felt even with Jenna’s hand already in me. But then I felt a second and then a third finger and I thought no way, but then that started to feel good, too, and by then I was pretty much ‘what the hell.’ And I think Tina – both of them – sensed it, because next thing I know Tina’s entire hand is inside me, and it so slim and filled me so good.

“Anyhow, I think I must’ve blanked out, but the two of them fisted me, and it was like they’d worked it out so that they’d bring me just to the edge of cumming and then they’d stop and then when they saw that I’d calmed down they’d start all over again. I don’t know how long or how many times, but …

“And then when I kind of recovered consciousness Jen says, ‘So whadduya think, Mom – think you’ll want to do this again?'”

Janet had gotten herself so excited telling me about her afternoon with Tina and our daughter that she had to stop and catch a breath. And that’s when I asked, “So, Janet, you think you’ll want to do it again, with Jen and Tina …?”

“Doug?”

“Janet?”

“Doug, telling you all this, remembering what Jenna and Tina and I did this afternoon, to – with – each other has got me so turned on …”

“Janet, that’s the hottest fuckin’ thing you’ve ever told me. Right now all I can think of is how much I want to bury my cock in your cunt and fuck you into the mattress.”

Which I – we – did. I can’t recall when I’ve been this turned-on with Janet, maybe since those first few months together when we were teenagers in college, or maybe not even then. But I came in her, hard, and then stayed hard and fucked her again while she was clawing at my back and biting my jaw and my chest and telling me, “That’s it, Doug, fuck me … fuck your slut hotwife … maybe fuck me with Tina’s little hand up my ass …”

~ ~ ~

So, is this what our “new normal” is going to be – that Janet spends most of the afternoon in a lesbian orgy with our daughter and her sultry, lascivious girlfriend and then she tells me about it and we go at each other like wolverines?

Who knows. It just might work.

~ ~ ~

A weekend later Tina came over, hopefully for her and me to be able to get in a little quality bedroom time, But that wasn’t the reason for the visit. Instead, she and I waited for Janet and Jen to get back from their errands, and that’s when she told us – all of us – that her dad got an email from her mom saying that she was moving out and was going to be staying with “some friends in phoenix.” Tina and I – and Jen – had seen the stolen pictures from her previous seminar in Phoenix, so Tina and I had a pretty good idea as to just what friends she’d “be staying with.” Tina explained that since her mom travels so much for work anyway her company says that it’s OK so long as she’s near a major airport.

We couldn’t help ourselves. We all put our arms around Tina and held her as she cried, and Jen cried, maybe even harder than Tina.

“So, what’s your dad – what’re you and your dad – going to do?”

“For now, we’re just going to stay here and go along. Then maybe later, after I graduate high school, if we still feel the same way then we’ll move to another town and live like man and wife …”

I found myself experiencing very mixed feelings. On the one hand, I was happy for Tina and Nick. Now the final shoe had dropped and they could move on toward the life they felt they wanted. On the other hand, the thought of Tina moving away, from us – from me …

Jen – Jen knew this was coming, that it was inevitable, and she had obviously been preparing herself for the – for the separation from her very best fried for … forever.

What surprised me was Janet’s reaction. I think she was going to miss Tina in a way that she’d never imagined …

JANET

Doug and I were lying in bed and snuggling, and his cock had somehow found it’s way into my ass, and I moved a little – to make it easier for him, mind you. And then he moved a little, and then we were moving a lot. And it was thrilling to feel my husband’s firm cock moving in and out, stretching my anus a little, but also stroking and sliding along all those sensitive membranes inside my asshole, which come to think of it, seem to be much more sensitive the past month or so.

And that’s when I heard what I thought was a knock on our bedroom door, and before either of us could respond my daughter sweeps into the room and climbs into bed with us – the same bed where my husband and I are enjoying a rather sensational assfuck.

But before we could raise a word of protest she orders Doug, “Dad, roll the two of you so you’re on your back and Mom’s on top of you.”

It seems my husband has become rather responsive to his daughter’s sexual demands, so he put his arms around me and rolled onto his back, bringing me with him so I’m facing upward, and in two seconds I’m face-to-face with my daughter’s pussy.

It also seems that over the past several months I’ve gotten used to the sight and scent of fresh young pussy – my daughter’s, and also her friend Tina’s. My head starts spinning as she lowers herself and places that pussy right against my face and lips, leaving it to me to complete the act.

I do. My tongue extends, even before I can decide to do it, and touches that soft, delicate, wrinkled flesh and in what has become almost reflex now I start eating my daughter’s sweet teenage flesh. She’s already wet and I wonder what she’s been doing to get ready for now, or if simply the idea of joining her mother and her father in their bed, during sex, was enough to get her as wet as she is.

“Suck me, Mom. Show Daddy how good you eat your nasty little girl’s nasty wet pussy. Tell her, Daddy, tell your wife how hot it makes you, watching her eat my pussy – just like you do, Daddy.”

Doug just moaned and pressed his wonderful cock deeper in my ass, which was spasming on its own while I’m tasting my daughter’s cunt juices.

“Maybe we’ll have to have a contest – the two of you take turns eating my pussy and see who makes me cum the hardest.”

She stopped, then got this wicked little grin on her face.

“Winner will be the one who can make me squirt.”

She wants to see who can get her off best? I decided to put the little show-off in her place – by bringing her a whole lot sooner than she was planning on. I grasped her hard little clit in my lips and I sucked it and practically lashed it with my tongue, then sucked some more, and in less than a minute she was pulling my head forward and grinding her pussy into my face and crying, “Oh SHIT! Goddamit, you bitch!”

After my daughter cums on my lips and tongue and face and leaves my mouth with that taste I’ve tasted so many times in the past weeks she slides down my body ’til her head is between my thighs, which I instinctively open even wider to make room for her, and she presses her face against me so that now I’m feeling the marvelous sensations that only a minute ago I was giving her.

The little witch is good, and she knows how to play me, and just when she’s got me flowing with my juices and all set to have a terrific cum – she backs her mouth off me, and I sigh, almost a groan, at being denied what I was so sure I was going to experience …

And then I feel her fingers, and then more fingers, and then knuckles, and there’s no way she can be planning on doing that … And then I feel her whole girl hand worming its way through the last bit of resistance and pops into me – into my cunt.

I don’t know which was more amazing – the feeling of being stuffed with a cock and a fist at the same time, or the thought – that my daughter is fisting my cunt at the same time my husband’s cock is buried all the way up in my ass.

There’s no way I’m going to make this feeling last as long as I want – which right now I want to be forever. But there’s also no way that I’m going to last even a minute, and all of a sudden everything inside me starts clenching up, and then it starts spasming, and I can feel my ass clenching and releasing and clenching Doug’s cock and my pussy is doing … I-don’t-know-what, and all of a sudden I’m cumming so hard that I lose all control and I squirt, and instead of trying to avoid the pungent stream that I’m gushing my precious, pure daughter tries to bury her face in my squirting pussy …

… and that’s when I feel Doug’s straining straining cock start to pulse in my asshole that’s still compressed by Jen’s fist that’s still in my squirting cunt …

… and I don’t know what happened after that, except I remember feeling so empty when Jen’s hand left my pussy, and then totally empty and wanting when I realized that Doug’s cock wasn’t in my ass any more.

And as I’m drifting off, I hear my daughter’s words:

“See, Mom, I told you that it would all work out alright …”

DOUG

“Carol emailed me. She said that she and the family are renting a cottage in the hills for a week during spring break and asked if I’d like to join them.”

Notice – if she’d like to join them – not we, not me, not Jen. Just Janet.

“Are you thinking of going?”

“Yes, I’m pretty sure I want to.”

Then she added, “I suppose you and Jen will be visiting Tina and her father?”

So there it is. For a week Janet will be joining Carol – and her husband, and her son – to get her need for variety and whatever else satisfied, and Nick Alberts and I will spend a week with two sexy, adoring teenage girls. Now that Fawn has moved out to “live with some friends in Phoenix” it shouldn’t be a problem.

And it’s alright, I guess.

I’ll call Nick and tell him. Or maybe I’ll call Tina and Jen can call Nick.

But just when I’d come to terms with Janet’s announcement-declaration-decree, she added,

“Doug? Carol and I talked. And I think, maybe the next time … maybe you can come, too …”

~ ~ ~

Janet went off to her weekend with Carol and her family (“and maybe the next time, you can come, too”) and Jen and I went to Tina’s and Nick’s.

I took the week off from work and we all spent a week together. In fact, more “together” than the last time – on the second day we discovered that the king-sized bed in Nick’s room was big enough for the four of us if we all cooperated.

Which we did – several times. One result of our “cooperation” being that Jen and Tina got to find out what it feels like to have two male cocks inside them at the same time.

But now Jen and I are back home, and life – our “new normal” – is becoming … normal.

Until one night Janet tells me, “Ruthie called.”

Ruthie, Janet’s sister, the one whose family now lives in Des Moines. The one Janet and Jen went to visit that weekend, that very first weekend that Tina …

“She says the eighth will be Ed’s 40th birthday …,” her husband Ed, “… and she wants to throw a special birthday party for him and she asked if I’d like to come.”

“What did you tell Ruthie?”

“I told her that Jen and I would love to come.”

So, another long weekend trip to Des Moines to “visit” Ruthie and Ed. Like that last visit? The one that Jen told me about afterward?

“Also, she said that Rhonda …”

Yes, Rhonda, Ruthie and Ed’s 17-year-old daughter, the one who looks so great in those bikini vacation photos …

“… Rhonda’s birthday is that weekend, too. She’s going to be 18 …

“… and she asked especially if Uncle Doug could come this time …”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

A NOTE TO THE GENTLE READER:

If you like the way this story has ended, you can stop here.

HOWEVER, IF you’d like to learn what MIGHT happen, read on:

MANY MONTHS LATER

“Doug, I’m pregnant.”

“Daddy, I’m pregnant.”

Janet went first.

“I hope it’s ours, Doug,

“… but … you know … there’ve been others …,” her explanation trailed off.

“Daddy, I want it to be Nick’s,”

Tina’s dad,

“… but, well, you know …”