Lisa's Table Manners {John Jabbin} {MFf inc Mdom}
jjabbin@yahoo.com

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The Lisa stories so far are: "Lisa's First," "Lisa's 
Bobbin' Head," "Lisa's Family Lessons," "Lisa's 
Mother," "Lisa's First Toys, "Lisa's First Taste," 
"Lisa's Wake Up Call," and "Lisa's Continuing 
Education." The first story was posted on 12/22/00, so 
they should all still be on a server near you. Hey! I 
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Lisa's Table Manners
by John Jabbin


I was having one of the best meals of my life. The 
food itself was nothing special. It was just a salad --
a good salad, but a salad nonetheless. What made the 
dinner special was the company I was keeping.

To the right of me sat my beautiful wife, Joyce. She 
was wearing a very skimpy, tight t-shirt that I had 
made even more provocative by trimming it until just 
the bottoms of her wonderfully high, firm breasts 
could be seen. She was also wearing what once was a 
pair of bright red thong panties but which were so wet 
and damp with her juices and my cum dripping out of 
her that by now the front panel was more a dark purple 
or black color.

On my left side was my equally beautiful though still 
maturing fifteen-year-old daughter named Lisa. Unlike 
my redheaded wife, Lisa's hair was a lovely honey 
blonde. She had small breasts yet, but at the moment 
her nipples were just as erect and as prominent as 
those of her mother were. Lisa was slender to the 
point of being skinny, except that she did have an ass 
that was shaped and sculpted much as her mom's.

They were both the most wonderful examples of the 
female form and loveliness that I could think of and 
they were both playing footsy with me under the table. 

Joyce, being barefoot as well as half-naked, had 
almost immediately run her foot up my pant's leg the 
moment we sat down to eat. I had deliberately left her 
horny as hell and being on display in her slutty 
attire hadn't done anything to lessen her ardor. 

Lisa, being less mature in the arts of womanly 
seduction, may have never played footsy under the 
table in her life, but sitting across the table from 
her mother for the first time since we started our new 
relationship gave her fresh ideas. She had tentatively 
slipped off her sneakers and started nudging my leg 
discreetly with her stockinged foot.

"Joyce, would you mind getting me some more salad 
dressing, dear?" I asked sweetly.

Joyce and I looked at one another across the table. We 
both knew it was a pretense to make her get up, to ask 
her to walk across the kitchen in her slutty costume 
so everyone could see. There was a part of Joyce that 
really hated this, that was feeling very embarrassed 
and had only just now been getting comfortable in her 
seat.

But there was also another part of my wife that was 
enjoying this, too. She wasn't enjoying being 
embarrassed and humiliated. But, there was a part of 
her that was enjoying being submissive, being desired. 
That was the part that was reveling in my attention to 
her.

She got up slowly, reluctantly. I'm not certainly 
whether she realized that by moving so slowly, she was 
giving us both an even longer look at her wet, sticky-
crotched panties. All conversation ceased as Joyce's 
ass swayed deliciously across the kitchen. I couldn't 
determine if there was an extra wiggle in her walk, or 
if it was just my intense scrutiny of her walk that 
made it seem so. What I could tell was that her 
nipples were intensely erect when she returned to the 
table.

Perhaps it was just the cold air from the 
refrigerator.

I put my arm around her hips and asked her to pour the 
dressing for me while I fondled her ass cheeks openly. 
Joyce's face turned a shade of red that was close to 
what her panties would have been if they had been dry. 
They weren't dry though. They were soaked and getting 
more so every moment.

"Can I have some more dressing, too?" Lisa asked 
cautiously. 

"Why sure, baby," I answered, giving Joyce a little 
pat of encouragement to send her to my other side to 
give Lisa more salad dressing.

When Joyce had walked around me on the other side, 
I switched and stroked her flank with my other hand.

"Your mother has a very pretty ass, doesn't she, 
Lisa?" I asked, finally bringing to the surface what 
everyone was thinking.

"John!" Joyce hissed under her breath, embarrassed.

"Yes, Daddy, she does," Lisa whispered reverently, 
ignoring her mother's protests.

"It feels even better than it looks. Touch it if you 
want," I encouraged.

"John!" Joyce protested, turning on me.

I held her firmly around her thighs, hugging her tight 
against me. 

Of course, when Joyce turned toward me, that left her 
backside practically in Lisa's face. Without me even 
having to encourage her, my wonderful brave little 
girl reached out her hand and began to stroke her 
mother's exquisite bottom.

Joyce's eyes got big and she drew a breath to begin 
her protest, but I put a finger against her lips, 
shushing her.

"Don't fuss at our daughter for doing something I told 
her she could do, Joyce. She knows you're her mother 
and she has to obey you in everything. But dear, how 
can you walk around in such an outfit and not expect 
people to want to touch you? You really do have a 
beautiful ass, Joyce."

"You really do, mother," Lisa said sincerely. "I 
really meant it when I said I hope I have a body like 
yours when I grow up."

The fingers of my free hand began to rub Joyce's 
panty-covered mound. She lurched at the sensation, 
trying to protest, but she was so extremely excited 
that her resistance was quickly swamped. 

With two sets of hands now molesting her, Joyce's hips 
swayed back and forth slightly, first presenting her 
ass to be touched and then pushing her crotch out to 
be fondled. My fingers snaked under the panties to 
find the sopping wet snatch that was soaking them. Her 
clitoris was erect and rigid, just like my cock. I 
rubbed my finger along it and down the length of my 
wife's wet vagina and she shuddered with the 
sensation. 

Lisa's little hand dug into the deep cleft of Joyce's 
ass and traced the material of the thong strap running 
down the middle. I felt my wife jump a little and 
could just imagine that Lisa had brushed up against 
the sweet rosebud of her mother's asshole. I stood up 
and hugged Joyce to my chest as my fingers dug even 
deeper into my wife's beautifully responsive cunt.

As soon as she threw her arms around my neck I knew 
she was lost. She squeezed my hand hard between her 
thighs and bit into my shoulder to muffle the scream 
that tore out of her lungs. As my fingers and palm 
strummed her mother's clit and cunt, Lisa's eyes got 
huge seeing her first example of how beautiful a woman 
is in orgasm. It was a breathtaking thing for all of 
us, so quickly had it come on her and so intense was 
her reaction.

I held her and kissed her and patted her hair. Lisa 
got up and hugged her from the back, sandwiching Joyce 
between the two people that loved her best. 

After just a moment of swaying back and forth 
together, I leaned Joyce's head back and kissed her 
long and deep. She molded her body into me, pressing 
Lisa's arms that were around her bare waist into my 
stomach as well.

I felt a hand caressing the bulge of my cock in my 
trousers. At first I thought it was Lisa, but both her 
arms were higher. The firm fingers traced the outline 
of my throbbing erection and began concentrating on 
the bulbous head with little flicking strokes. 

One of Lisa's hands did travel north. I felt it cup a 
firm, mother's breasts that was poking into my chest. 
But her other hand traveled south and I felt my zipper 
being tugged down. I'm not certainly which hand pulled 
down my fly, but it was Lisa's hand that freed my cock 
from its confines. Already I would know her grip 
anywhere and of the two, she had the smaller hand.

But hers wasn't alone for long. Joyce's hand covered 
hers and Lisa let her mother change the pace. The two 
of them together started pumping it up and down 
quicker, more forceful.

I still devoured Joyce's mouth hungrily, but more and 
more my own mouth hung open panting and it was Joyce 
who thrust her tongue into me. My hands wrapped around 
my wife's ass, only to be immediately rubbed by Lisa's 
blue-jean encased crotch that was humping rhythmically 
against those beautiful ivory globes.

I couldn't last long with both their hands on me for 
the first time. When a third hand (I think it belonged 
to Joyce!) unsnapped my trousers and dove in to 
massage my balls, it was enough to undo me.

I leaned backward, squeezing Joyce's ass for dear 
life, and shot wad after sticky wad up into the air 
between us. Some of it landed on what seemed like a 
thousand grasping hands and arms that were between my 
wife and I. Some of it landed on me. Some of it may 
have hit the ceiling it felt so intense!

Even after I made them quit stroking me, they held my 
cock in their interlaced hands. We all hugged each 
other; Joyce's head pressed against my chest, Lisa's 
head resting on her mother's shoulder. I stroked my 
daughter's hair with one hand and my wife's ass with 
the other.

"How long have you been screwing her, John," my wife 
asked softly. 

I leaned down to look into her eyes, but there was no 
accusation in them.

"Not long, honey," I answered in the same soft tone. 
"Two or three days."

"Three wonderful days," echoed Lisa's own soft, giggly 
reply.

"The same day you did me," Joyce sighed gently.

"Right before, yes."

"Now everything makes sense," my wife whispered.

"What does?" I asked.

"Why you suddenly came to life again and started 
acting like a man. Why she's been so happy around the 
house the last few days. And why whoever was eating me 
last night didn't feel like you between my legs. That 
was you, wasn't it, baby?"

"Yes, Mama. That was me," Lisa giggled. "You tasted 
wonderful."

"Hmm, it was a dirty tricky you two played on me," 
Joyce said teasingly. "I'll have to return the favor 
someday soon."

"Let's go right now," Lisa said excitedly. "I've 
really wanted us all to sleep in Daddy's bed all night 
long."

"I don't know if I like you being such a Daddy's girl, 
Lisa."

"Don't worry, Mama," Lisa purred into her mother's 
ear. "I can be a Mama's girl, too!"

"That's true, Joyce," I interrupted. "She'll be 
anybody's girl as long as they play with her pussy 
nicely."

"I guess that makes two of us, John," Joyce responded. 
"I hope you have the energy to keep up."

"You and me both, baby. You and me both!"