Title: Camping Trip
Author: Eskimo1958
Summary: Ken is sent on a trip west, helping a mom and her daughter enjoy the great outdoors
of America. He ends up discovering the great joys of sex by the time the trip is through.
Keywords: M/FF, virgin

Now for this summer, I planned on taking most of it off. My last class was the end of May at Buffalo State, and I lived at home still. Yeah, I figured that mom and dad would have things for me to do. Especially dad, since I am the only son out of five children. Middle child, two older sisters and two younger sisters, and all born together within eight years. A three bedroom house in the Eastern suburbs, with one full bath and a half-bath. Looking back, no wonder dad worked long hours of overtime....that�s also how I probably acquired my work ethic. I shared a bedroom with my two younger sisters until I was about twelve, then it was off to the basement. More for my benefit than theirs, although it was a pain when ever the basement flooded. So, with that said, it's obvious that I was quite use to being around females.

I guess that's how I got volunteered for this assignment, or so that was my first thought. Summer of nineteen-seventy-eight. Two doors down was the Lysart family. The year before, it was the man of the house, age fifty, his much younger wife, age thirty-six, and their teen daughter, age seventeen. He was a railroader, and like my father, worked lots of hours. It must have paid well, for he had plenty of toys, such as the twenty-four foot camper and the one-ton crew-cab Chevy truck to go with it. Too bad he died of a heart attack during the winter, while shoveling out the driveway after just a ten inch snowfall, for one toy he didn't have was a snow blower. Mrs. Lysart, a few years younger than my mother, wasn't very close to anyone, except for my mother. No idea why, but mom is very easy going, that might explain it. Too easy going, for she had never chastised me for, well, taking matters 'into my own hand' so to speak.

She caught me a few time red handed. Not much to say about it, but with all those women in the house, well, I needed relief from time to time. But then summer was here, and I had plans. So did mom, and they weren't the same plans as mine, as I came into the house after playing a game of dungeons and dragons with some friends from high school. It was past midnight, and mom was still up. I should have seen it coming, mom never stays up that late when I've been out, not since I was in high school. I said "Hi mom, every thing okay?"

I should have known better, as she replied, "Well, I need to talk to you." Of course, I first thought I was going to be chewed out for not cleaning the drain in the bathtub after choking off a load in the shower. But she said "Well, I need a favor of you."

Being a good son, and not seeing it coming, hell, I thought maybe she needed the car fixed or something, I replied, "Sure mom, what?"

She said "Good, I'm glad you said that." Right then and there, I knew I was in deep shit. "Lizzie needs a man to accompany them on their trip?"

I was dumbfounded, as I stated "Huh?"

She sighed, looked up at the ceiling, and then back at me, and explained with the words, "Lizzie Lysart, and her daughter, they have had plans for a year to go west. To haul their camper along, and she needs a man to drive and help set up camp and such."

I was to say the least, a bit dumbstruck, as I sad n a shocked voice, "Oh." I cleared my throat, and said "Like, Mrs. Lysart wants me to drive them? To where and how long?"

She sighed heavily again, as if a ton of rocks were on her shoulders, why do mom's do that? Hell, they know they already got your sorry ass committed! "Out west, Yellowstone, Badlands, not sure where all else. It'll be three week or so."

I had a hell of a time replying "Three weeks?" She nodded her head yes. I then asked "When they wanting to leave?"

"This Sunday." was her reply. She then sad "Now I can tell her that you can't do it."

I snorted, and said "But you already told her that I could, huh?"

"Well, yeah." she replied, in a voice that only a mother can do. Yeah, the old man, he warned me of times like this. Actually, I've seen him caught in this sort of situation, and he had no way of getting out of it. And all I would do was snicker at him, getting him mad at me. Something tells me this is payback time.

I sighed, shook my head and said "It's okay mom, I'll do it." She stood, gave me a hug, and I went on to the basement, wishing I had somewhere to hide. This was Wednesday night. I've only what? Four days until we leave? Hell, I've never driven anything bigger than the family station wagon, an old Olds Vista Cruiser...this was long before the mini-vans...and now I was going to not only drive a one ton truck, but pull a trailer as well! Sort of intimidating when you think about it. The only saving grace is that I love camping. Of course, not in a camper, but in a tent. But hell, close enough. Now, Mrs. Lysart, she's over from time to time, has been for the past seven or eight years. Never gave her much thought. Mainly because she's so much older than I. As for her daughter Monica, yeah, I've noticed her. She's a good friend of my youngest sister. And yes, I've admired her natural redheaded body. Nice shape, maybe five foot three inches tall, and thin with a healthy young rack. Those tits looked nice even when I graduated two years ago when she was swimming in our family pool with that small two-piece suit. Monica graduated this past year, along with my sister Jan. I wondered why Jan didn't just go along with them, but then, Jan is not an outdoors type of woman, and she also just started a job at the grocery, working to pay for her first year of college.

Those three days of what I thought were my last chance of freedom went by quickly. Dad, the first thing he did, was take me over there and get me use to the vehicle and the camper. He took a day off from work, even! He even had me out driving the truck, pulling the camper to the mall and practicing parking. He said I did well, although I was still rather nervous about this. As for speaking to Mrs. Lysart, there wasn't much there. I hardly spoke to her, nor she to me. And about the same with Monica and I as well. And early Sunday morning, mom came down to wake me up, telling me it was time to go. Three in the morning! Way to early! Of course, mom had a tear in her eye, and she had two suitcases packed already, as she walked with me to the Lysart�s house, where I put my bags in the camper, and away we went, with Mrs. Lysart driving to begin with. Before we hit Cleveland, I was behind the wheel, and although I was a bit nervous at first, I soon was relaxed, and enjoying the drive. I never got it over sixty, the limit back then was fifty-five, and I just cruised along.

Four hours later, we stopped at a small campground just before Chicago and we set up camp, and we called it a night. And all during the set-up, and dinner, there was a minimal amount of talking. It was like I was by myself. Not that I as complaining, but, these two sure are not the conservationists. Of course, as I laid down on the sofa sleeper in the front part of the camper, I did think about this, and I suspected that they were rather uncomfortable about me being with them. After all, for all the years that I�ve known them, how often have I really chatted with them? Once? Maybe. I think that the most that has been said has been 'Hello' or 'Good Day', or shit along that line. No complex sentences, that's for sure.

The next day, we woke early, I hitched the camper back up, we pulled out and went and had breakfast and soon we were heading through Chicago. I did well, and, for the remainder of the trip, I mostly did the driving whenever we were hooked up to the camper. It was somewhere in Wisconsin that she finally said something to me, as Monica demanded that we stop so she could go to the bathroom. As she shut the door behind her at the gas station I pulled into, Lizzie states, "You'll have to forgive her for today and the next few ones as well."

I hadn't a clue, as I asked "Huh? Why?"

She smiled, "Her period started yesterday morning, so with her cramps, she'll be cranky for a few days."

I chuckled, "Oh well, I'm use to that with my four sisters."

With a smile, she said "Yes, I'm sure you are." I didn't expect anything more, but after a few seconds, she said "I really appreciate this, Ken."

I cheerfully replied "Oh, no problem, really. I'm sure it�ll take a few days for you two to get use to me and all."

"Yes, I'm doing fine, but Monica's never been around a man her age much, besides at school." she stated.

Well, I wasn�t sure what to say, as I stumbled on my words, saying "Well, I, um, is there like, anything I should do? Or not do?"

She snorted, and reached over patting my arm, saying "No, just be yourself. She'll adjust to you quickly enough." We saw her coming out of the gas station, and she said "Here she comes, hopefully we'll get to Chamberlain by nightfall."

That seemed to open things up, the first conversation, so to speak. At least, between Lizzie and I. For the most part, Monica sat in the back seat, not saying a word. And we did make it to our intended stop in South Dakota. Same routine as the previous night, set up camp, go have dinner, then relax for the evening before taking showers and going to bed. Lizzie and Monica slept together in a large bed in the rear of the camper. There was a folding door that separated the back room from the galley, so once they went back to close the door and change, I never really saw them. I did pack along some books and magazines, so I had things to do, as did they, so none of us were bored. And the next day we were to set up camp for four days to explore the Badlands and the Black Hills.

We were up early the next morning. And by noon, we were pulling into a campground just outside of Rapid City. We then headed to Mount Rushmore and after visiting it, then off to Deadwood, before returning to the campground. I guess visiting theses new sites had gotten us to open up and talk more, even Monica was chatting away, as we made it back to the camper just after dinner, and we went inside for the night. At first, I was pulling out a book, but Lizzie asked if I wanted to play cards. So I decided why not, and we were playing Gin Rummy until almost midnight! Both had gotten into their pajama's, which were rather conservative in design. Not that I cared, actually. Well, I did, but I didn't, you know?

The next day we visited the Badlands, and did some hiking. And the following day on Friday we did the Black Hills, taking a tourist train ride as well. Friday we drove over to Devils Monument, and by then, I noticed that Monica was more happy. I was correct in assuming that she was off the rag now. Then, we were off to Yellowstone. We first drove through the park, and went to a private campground with full facilities in West Yellowstone. Then for four full days, we explored the park. It was nice, very nice. And, I was oblivious. Looking back, I see how I was very naive. For Monica was soon always wanting to be by me. I just didn't think about this as being unusual. But then, I had a near tragedy. We were getting reedy to leave West Yellowstone. Her plans were for us to drive through the park going out through the south entrance, and visit the Teton�s, then stop at a National Forest campground somewhere south of there for the night.

We did the usual, go have breakfast first, then return and pack things up and hook up the camper. I guess I was taking things for granted, not being as careful as I should. I had the camper hooked up, and was working on getting the chains on with the bar. Lizzie was on the other side of the hitch, watching, as was Monica, when I was using the leverage bar to tighten the chain so I could clamp it on. Well, it was almost there, when the bar slipped off the knob. My upper body went forward, and the end of the bar kicked back and up, right into the happy place.

With a heavy groan, I dropped to my knees, sucking for air, with Lizzie quickly climbing over the hitch, and asking "You okay, Kenny?"

I croaked out, "Oh fuckin' hell!"

I heard Monica gasp at my rude language, but, as I was crumpled over on my knees, I really didn't care what I said. I was gasping for air, as Lizzie crouched over me from behind on my left side, and she asked in a worried voice, "You okay?"

I had my thighs clamped shut, my hands in my crotch, as I inhaled, and gave a sharp, terse, "Yeah, I'll be okay." I swallowed hard, adding "Give me a moment."

Monica asked "Will he be alright?"

"He says so, dear." sated her mother, "But getting hit in the privates hurts like all heck for a guy."

"No doubt about that!" I said, wincing as I tried moving my legs. Yeah, I�ve been hit there before. Unfortunately, probably plenty of times. I lifted my hand out, and put it on the tongue of the trailer, and tried getting up, and Lizzie put her hands about my waist, helping me. Once up on my feet, with my hands on my knees and bending over, still wanting to heave breakfast, she said "You think you can drive?"

My senses were coming back, and I flexed my hips and legs, as Monica asked "Why does it hurt so much?"

My head jerked up, seeing her puzzled face, and I snorted at the comment, shaking my head in her not knowing why. "Because dear, a man's testicles are rather sensitive to the touch.", said her mother, who I noticed was not bashful at all in explaining that fact. Well, understandable, after all, she was married.

I reached for the tightening bar, and picked it up, and with more care, tightened the chain. I noticed Lizzie looking on, a concerned look on her face, as we then got into the truck, with my nuts still aching somewhat, and headed off to the Tetons. The day went well, it only took about an hour for the pain to subside, just as we were going by Yellowstone Lake. The Tetons were nice, and yes, I saw why those early trappers named them after women�s breasts, for they sure do look like them. The thought of that didn't help the slight discomfort I was still feeling in the nether region.

We found the campground in the late afternoon, and we had camp set up and for one of the few times, Lizzie made dinner in the camper. Actually, it was a cookout, as we grilled some burgers on a fire pit. After dinner, we started to sit down for another evening of card playing. I was moving into the seat across from Lizzie, with Monica at my side, when I winced, still a bit sore from the hit that morning. Lizzie saw my facial expression, and asked "It still bothering you?" I nodded, and she stood up, and said as she grabbed my hand, "Come, I want to check it out."

I protested, "No, that's okay, I'll be fine."

She glared at me, snapping out "Bullshit! Now get to your feet and come on into the bedroom."

Damn! I've heard that tone before, from my mother on way too many occasions. I stood and followed her into the back of the camper, and she closed the door, saying "Drop your pants, and lay down on the bed."

I grumbled something, but she shot an icy glare at me, and so I pushed my pants down to my knees, and laid back on the bed, as we heard Monica on the other side of the folding door, "Momma? You need help?!"

At first, Lizzie looked mad, then she smirked, and said "No dear, go sit down and we'll be out shortly. Mommy just wants to check out Ken's testicles."

Now why was she smiling? She sat on the edge of the bed, and grabbed my cock with her left hand, and with her right, started checking out my nut sack. Well hell, the way she grabbed it, she's done that sort of thing before. It didn't even seem to bother her, as she started gently prodding my flesh, asking if it hurt or not wherever she touched. For the most part, it didn't. Hell, I was too worried about something else. Mainly the fact my cock, tightly held in her left hand, was starting to enjoy the way she was holding my meat. Shit, this doesn't happen much, a female having my dick in her hands. Only three times in my life so far. Please remember, this was the seventies, guys my age didn't get too much back then. Especially me, as I had a desire to finish my college career, paying for most of it myself as I worked whenever I wasn't studying or sleeping. So, little social contact with the opposite sex.

And, she had a serious look on her face, as she kept inspecting my balls, before she jerked her head and looked at her left hand. She then smiled, seeing that my cock, well, had gained some girth since she first started her inspection. She then looked at me, and said "Well Kenneth, I do believe you'll be fine."

I snorted "Yeah, sort of told you that."

She giggled, then gave my pecker a good yank before letting go, and said "Go ahead and pull your pants on."

She stood, and watched me as I did. Actually, she was watching my crotch, as I stood up and quickly pulled my pants up and over my hips. I swore she sighed, as she turned and opened the door, and I followed her to the table. We were sitting down, and Monica asked "Well, will he be okay?"

Lizzie shot back quickly, "Oh, he'll be fine. Just some rest is in store, I'm sure."

I sat down, and we began to play cards. As we played, we talked some, with Lizzie informing us that we'd stay here a day or so, as there is a hot spring nearby. I though nothing it, and at bedtime, I changed in the bathroom as usual, coming out and getting under the covers for another nights sleep. My nuts weren't aching as bad as they were, so I drifted off to sleep easily, although I did hear them talking softly to one another. In the morning, I woke to hearing someone opening the door from the back bedroom. I was on my back, and sometime earlier I had kicked off my blanket, and opening my eyes, I saw Monica starting to open the bathroom door. She smiled at first, then looked at my shorts I was wearing, turned suddenly and shouted out "Mommy, mommy, something�s wrong with Ken."

I was puzzled, like, I feel fine, as I heard Lizzie respond in a concerned voice, "What? What's the matter?" as I then herd her quickly get to her feet. That's when I looked down at my shorts, seeing my morning wood sticking straight up. In my mind, I was thinking, 'no, she couldn�t mean this?', but yes, she did, as she said "See, he's all swollen."

I stuttered out, "Ah shit!" as I rolled over, grabbing the blanket and covering myself.

And the comical laughter from Lizzie, as she said "Shit girl, he's just hard!"

I turned my head, seeing Monica looking totally bewildered, as she asked "Huh?"

Lizzie, she crossed her arms, sighed heavily, and said to me, "Why don't you get dressed, I'll need to talk to my daughter in the bedroom for a spell."

I smiled, "Yeah, sure."

Well, she is an only child. And so, I was right in figuring that she had no clue about a man's anatomy. I got up and went into the bathroom with a clean set of clothes, and as I changed, I could hear them talking. Too soft for me to hear, unfortunately. Once done, I went outside and started checking things out. It took a good hour before the door opened, and Lizzie looked around, saw me, and said "You can come back inside now, Ken. We're having cereal for breakfast."

I smiled, and stepped inside, and sat down, noticing her daughter eyeing me carefully up one side and down the other. And after we were done eating, Lizzie had us all get into our swimsuits and we went to the hot springs. Quite nice, actually. A natural hot springs that was developed by the CCC into a small pool in the 1930's. The water temp was in the nineties, and I had a blast floating around in the warm water. And so did Monica. At first, she just watched me, and I saw her mother watching her. As for them, they were wearing very modest one-piece swimsuits. A bit about them both. Mother is a bit taller than the daughter, both red headed females, maybe five-three in height at most. Lizzie is, well, pleasantly plump. A bit of a belly, as well as a butt, and a set of knockers that are rather full. Darn things look like enlarged footballs in that suit. And Monica, although she is solid and has some weight to her, she has boobs that are almost as big as her mommies. As for me, I'm taller than both at just under six foot tall, and I weigh in at one-sixty. There were a few others there, I think the most at one time, including us was about eight. We got there at about ten, and stayed until late afternoon, with Lizzie fetching lunch from the camper. The fridge was running on propane, so we weren't worried about that, as we had two twenty gallon tanks, and had not used them save for hot water when we took showers. Plus, she had me refill both in West Yellowstone just a day or so ago.

But it was in the afternoon that the fun began. As we floated in the water, Monica kept touching me. First my arms, then my shoulders. then she was grabbing my legs, occasionally running her hands across my chest. I, on the other hand, wasn�t doing anything of the sort to her. At least, not yet. Lizzie stopped what we were doing, as she asked me something. I started to respond, when suddenly I felt a hand come up from behind me between my legs, and rub up against my scrotum. I yelped, jumped away and spun away. Lizzie shouted out "Monica, will you quit that."

She pouted out "But momma!"

Thankfully, there was no one else there, as Lizzie replied "No but's, young lady. Now get out of the water and take a break."

She grumbled as she climbed out of the pool, and her mother got in. I lowered myself into the water, and pushed off, swimming on my back to the edge of the pool. I was surprised as Lizzie came over, saying softly, "Sorry, Ken."

I snickered, saying "Oh, no problem."

She sighed, and said "Yes there is."

I had not a clue, a I said "Huh?"

She went to the edge of the pool next to me, and looked out at the view, and I turned around, our backs to Monica, who was sitting on the deck, a towel around her wet body, and she looked to be fuming. "What do you think of Monica, Ken?"

I chuckled, "Oh, okay, I guess. A nice girl. A bit naive, though."

She smiled, "Yes, she is at that." She then turned her head, asking "So, have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"No, not really. I mean, I dated a few times, but, well, it was more like me chasing something that wasn�t interested."

She snorted, "And now a girl is interested and you don't even know it."

I was in complete oblivion, as I asked "What?" I then gasped, and said "Oh, shit." After I swallowed hard, I asked "You mean she's like, interested in me?"

She laughed, "Well, she hasn�t admitted it, but yeah, I'm sure she is." She smiled, saying "You've her curiosity, to say the least. I noticed it as soon as we started this trip. You, on the other hand, haven't had a clue."

"Sorry." I replied.

She harshly said "Oh don't be." I was in shock with that comment, and even more shocked when she said "I want her to learn about love, and with being a man. Now's a good as time as any."

"And what do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Love her." she stated, as she spun around and swam away from me. She got out of the pool and went and sat by Monica, who had her knees drawn up, her head leaning forward and her forehead on her knees, arms around her legs. I saw Lizzie sit next to her, and I turned around and thought about this. My head was a complete mess, trying to sort this out. And I had not a clue on what to do. I should have known that Lizzie did. It was getting late anyway, as I heard her say, "Ken, let's head back. We need to get a fire going to cook dinner on."

I got out, and we walked to the truck and on back to the campsite. I started a small campfire, and we cooked some chicken on it, and she warmed up a can of green beans to go with it. They cleaned up, and we eventually sat down to play cards once more. Of course, we had all changed out of our swim wear and were now in pants and shirts. We played for about an hour, when Monica said "This is boring."

Lizzie smiled, and asked politely, "Well dear, what would you like to play?"

Monica shrugged, saying "I don't know, anything but gin rummy."

I�ve no idea why I said it, but I replied "How about poker?"

Lizzie, she looked at me, an angry look on her face. A look which developed into a broad smile, as she said "Sure, but Monica probably doesn't know how to play."

Monica blurted out "I do too. Jan taught me."

I was a bit shocked, as I didn�t think my sister would know how to play. but not nearly as shocked as Lizzie said "Well, okay. But we can't play for money." She sighed, and I about died, as she said "Let's play for our clothes."

I died and went to heaven!

Monica asked "You mean we're going to play strip poker? Why?"

Lizzie looked at her daughter, and said "Because you want to see Ken naked, that's why. Now don't you?" Monica looked at her mother, just as shocked as I, then she nodded her head yes. Lizzie smiled, saying "Good, but let's play it on the bed in back. It'll be more comfortable there."

My legs felt weak, as I followed her into the bedroom area, and sat in the far corner. Monica was on my left, and Lizzie to my right, as we settled down and Lizzie shuffled the cards and dealt them. Well, my luck was good. I had the least amount of clothes taken off after seven hands, I had only lost my socks, and those two were down to panties and bras. Monica lost her top first, and was quite bashful about taking it off. Her mother reached over and helped her along, a bit over enthusiastically, I thought. Not that I was complaining. The way we were playing, was whoever had the worse hand, would remove an article of clothing. So, on the eighth hand, with me ending with a pair of nine's, Lizzie a pair of sevens, and Monica with not a darn thing, I was grinning from ear to ear. Lizzie said "Okay dear, show us your cute titties."

Monica took a deep breath and blew it out quickly in exasperation, as she reached behind her back and undid the clasp. She pulled the bra off, and those pups were now free. I said "Damn!"

Lizzie asked "DO you like them, Ken?"

I laughed, "Of course. They're quite gorgeous.", I stated.

"And still firm." added her mother. She then said "Okay Ken, deal em again."

As I dealt the cards, Monica asked "Momma, what if I end up with no clothes, and Ken' still wearing his?"

I picked up my cards, hearing her mother reply, "Well, if you have the worse hand, the winning hand decides what you'll be doing."

I swallowed hard, knowing what she meant by that. But Monica didn't, as she asked "What do you mean by that?"

"You'll see, dear. I'll take two cards, Ken." was her reply.

I am most definitely not as slow as Monica, as I saw the pair of jacks in my hand, and said "Three cards for me, how about you, Monica?"

She glanced at her cards, saying "Um, two? No wait, three."

Poor girl, she's going to be naked in seconds.

"I call." stated Lizzie. I glanced up to look at the older woman. You know, she's experienced at this sort of game. I lowered my hand, showing my two jacks had expanded to three. Lizzie had four tens. Monica had a pair of two's.

She sighed, her tits rising and falling as she breathed, before uncrossing her legs and leaning back. She hooked her panties with her thumbs, and slid them off her legs. All I saw was a glimpse of her furry little slit, before she put her legs together and leaned to her right side, her feet drawn back, not allowing me the pleasure of seeing her hair pie. It was her deal, and she shuffled the cards slowly, then dealt the cards, not saying a word, a worried look on her face.

This time, I had the low hand, and off came my shirt, causing Monica to smile, a look of relief on her young face. Lizzie dealt the next hand, and she dealt herself a loser, and I was smiling as big as Monica as she removed her bra, showing her daughter and I her mature boobs. They hung down more, and she held them up, rubbing them together, asking me, "Well, what do you think of these?"

I laughed, "Fine, like mother like daughter."

She blushed, and I took the cards, and dealt them out. I again lost. There went my pants, me now just wearing my boxers, with a noticeable bulge in them, causing Lizzie to say "Look honey, he's swollen again."

Monica giggled, "Yeah, he sure is."

I handed the cards to Monica, saying "Deal 'em!"

She did, and her mother lost this time. Okay, two very naked women. What more can I ask for? I know, not to loose my shorts! Lizzie dealt. I kept a gamblers smile, seeing the full house I got. But Lizzie had four queens. And poor Monica...just a pair of aces. She sighed, looked at her mother, and asked "Okay, who had the high hand?"

" I did, dear." replied Lizzie. "And I want you to lift your leg up and show Ken what a sweet looking pussy you have,"

She protested with a loud "Mother!"

Lizzie just laughed, saying "Go on, lay down on your side and get that leg up in the air." She rolled her eyes, grumbling as she did, laying down on her left side, and she then lifted her right leg high in the air, but not high enough, as Lizzie said "Higher daughter. I want those pussy lips of yours to open up."

I'm sure that Monica was as stunned as I, as she looked at her mother in total disbelief, while saying "Uh, I'm trying too, Mom."

If she had been sitting up, she would be doing the splits, that's how wide her legs was stretched out. And so was her little pussy. Yeah, it was a sight. Her thick, furry bush along the sides of her slit, which was now wide open. "Go ahead, Ken, get a closer look." Well shit, the way she just spoke to her daughter, there was no way that I was going to piss her off, as I crawled the short distance over, and took a quick look. "Have you ever seen a cunt this close, Ken?", asked Lizzie.

I snickered, "No, I've felt a few, but never had the opportunity to see what I was feeling."

She laughed, "Well then, wet your fingers in your mouth, and feel it."

I stuck the middle three fingers of my right hand in my mouth, getting them covered good with my saliva, and then reached for her pink snatch. I first ran them slowly along the inside of her pussy lips, and when I touched her clit, Monica moaned out softly, causing my head to jerk up, and a smile to come to my face. "Congratulations Ken. You found one of her hot spots."

I replied "Thank you." Then I turned and looked at Lizzie, and asked "Would it be okay if I eat it?"

Lizzie howled out happily, "Go right ahead. She�ll love it." I lowered my face into her sex, and breathed in the air. Not bad, really. A bit pungent, as I then stuck out my tongue and ran it along the inside of her outer pussy lips. Another moan, a good response, I thought. And Lizzie, as I started my first ever box lunch, said "Now remember Monica, it's always important to be clean down there. Your man would appreciate this. So don't forget to wipe good after going potty. Better yet, it's always good to wash yourself, if you have time, before having sex."

I really wasn't complaining one bit, while I buried my tongue into her tiny, tight fuck hole. She most definitely liked that, as she hissed out "Oh fuck!" She then said a meek "Sorry!" to her mom.

Lizzie giggled, saying "That's alright dear. Say what you feel." She then said "Now Ken, start running your tongue around and over her clit, that's what will really get her juices flowing." I moved my tongue to her clit, and as soon as I touched it her hips bucked. I put my right hand on her right thigh, pushing it down to help keep her flower open, while I dipped at first my forefinger into her honey. I could feel her vaginal muscles clamp onto my digit, and it felt like it was sucking on it, as I then felt hands on my shorts. I moved my body to allow Lizzie to remove my underwear, and as I licked faster, Monica's hips started to move. Then, the soft, hot and wet feeling of a mouth covering the end of my cock. Damn,! My first blowjob! Was I ever happy! Of course, unfortunately, it didn�t take long for me to feel the spunk leaving my balls and blast into Lizzie's hot mouth. And as my cock keep loosing it's load, Monica's whole body first went rigid, as she sucked in air real fast, then she let loose with one hell of a scream, her cunt getting even tighter on my finger, as she had her orgasm as well.

I stopped eating her, and moved my face up to her hanging right breast, and went to sucking her engorged nipple�s while keeping my finger inside of her, and rubbing my thumb on her clit, my right hand now pawing at her left breast. I felt movement from off to my right, and the feeling of Lizzie's hands moving from my back around my sides, and then her arms wrapping around me. The feeling of her luscious tits pressing into my back felt wonderful, as I then went to Monica's open mouth and covered it with mine. Lizzie's hands grabbed my still swollen meat, and she pulled on it, towards her daughter's exposed sex, causing me to pull my fingers from her soaked cunt. And as we continued kissing, she rubbed the head of my dick along her daughters slit, and then she fell forward, causing my meat to force it's way inside. Monica and I both grunted, her eyes bulging out, a soft moan emanating from the back of her throat, as her body tensed up. I wasn't in all the way, her hymen blocking my full entry, but Lizzie brought her hands back to my ass, and with all her weight, she pushed, causing Monica to gasp as my pecker slammed through her maidenhead, deflowering her hot cunt.

Lizzie whispered into my ear, "Go ahead, she's all yours now. But fuck her tenderly."

She moved off my back, and I took my mouth off of Monica's, and lowered my head down along the side of hers, and whispered "I love you."

She whimpered, her hips bucked slightly, as she grunted out "I, ugh, love you too, Ken."

"You want me to start?"

She hoarsely replied "Yeah, I do."

I pushed myself up with my hands, admiring her upper body laying there underneath me, and I started to pump. She sighed, a big smile on her face, and I saw Lizzie lay on her side, mere inches to my right, her head propped up, as she ran her hand along my arm, asking "Well you two, how is it so far?"

I snickered, "Feels fine, mom!" replied Monica.

I confirmed it with "Yeah, mighty fine."

"You two enjoy it for a spell, I'll be back with something to drink and eat.", she said, as she then moved off the bed. Monica and I giggled, and I lowered my body, my hips flexing, driving my cock in and out of her tight, teen twat. We locked lips once more, as she wrapped her arms around me, her legs raising and she started to dig her heels into my bare ass. She was both moaning and grunting, her body working on it's way towards another screaming orgasm, and it soon came, as she shouted out into my mouth a long list of obscenities. I stopped and let her regain her self, as we kept on kissing. After a few minutes, with my arms around her, I raised myself up, brining her up as well, and I sat back on my heels. She dropped her legs, and was on her knees, and we somehow managed to get into a sitting position, her legs eventually ending up around me again, as I sat cross-legged, her cunt still stuck on my happy cock. My hands were gripping the cheek of her round ass, and I started thrusting into her. She started bumping her ass up and down, and I could feel my cum ready to blow.

The rush to it was intense, as I started humping away, with her doing her best in keeping up. Then I declared loudly "Ohhh shiiitttt!" through clenched teeth, my cock erupting deep inside of her, as she also moaned loudly, her body shaking as she dug her nail into my backside, both of us enjoying a very good mutual cum. Our chins were resting on each others left shoulder, both of us trying to catch our breath, her tits rising and falling against my chest.

I leaned back, and pulling her away from me, I lowered my head, quickly nagging her left nipple between my lips. She giggled, saying "God that feels good."

"Does it make your pussy feel good too?" I heard her mom ask, as she obviously had came back to the bedroom.

Mania said a very happy "Hell yeah!"

"Well stay on his cock. I've popcorn popping, and it'll be ready in a few minutes." Lizzie ordered.

Hell, I wasn't going anywhere, as I switched nipples, going from left to right. As I sucked on her teat, she asked loudly "Momma, think I had a multiple orgasm."

Lizzie asked "Oh really dear?"

"Uh-huh!" Monica stated, as she giggled and said "God it felt great when he came inside of me." She then had a serious voice, when he asked "I won't get pregnant, will I?"

Uh-oh...say what? I froze, and Lizzie's answer was "Well, it's been almost two week since your period ended, I think you might be safe still. However, if he doesn�t knock you up tonight, his luck will improve as the week goes by."

I was stunned, and Monica asked in an equally stunned voice, "You mean, you don't mind? If I get pregnant?"

"No, not at all." came her mom's reply. "I'm looking forward to being a grandmother. And also to have a stud like Ken around the house."

Shit, this was planned! I could tell, but I wasn�t about to tell Monica. She, on the other hand, still hadn�t a clue, as she said "But mom, what about school?"

I heard Lizzie emptying out the popcorn from the pan into a bowel, as she replied, "Oh, you'll still be going to school, dear. I wouldn't want you not to miss college." I leaned back as I heard her return to the bedroom, carrying a tray with the popcorn and three cans of cola. I grabbed a can, and Lizzie said "Now, get off that dick so we can see it. You've more to learn."

Monica was very much confused by what her mother had just said, as she said "Sure mom." AS I took a sip, she dismounted, and I leaned back, with Lizzie grabbing my dick, and she said "Amazing, still somewhat hard."

Monica asked "Is that normal?"

Her mom shrugged, "Well, he is young. But he came once in my mouth and once in your pussy. Two times in a span probably less than twenty minutes." She gave my cock a good tug, before saying "That normally wipes a guy out for a spell."

"How often can he go at it in a day?" Monica asked.

Lizzie inhaled, and sad "Well, if you're lucky, and you give him plenty of rest, he can come once about every other hour for a whole day. I think your father did me eight times one day. Of course, he wasn't worth a shit for a few days afterwards. But then, he was a lot older than Ken at the time."

Monica reached her small hand out, touching the end of my dick, and said "I didn't think it'd be so big?"

Lizzie smiled, "Did it hurt?"

Shaking her head no, Monica stated "Not really. Even when he first went into me." She then smiled from ear to ear, saying "Actually, it felt great as he went on and on."

"Good!" stated Lizzie, "Now, get down close to it, on your belly."

Monica replied "Sure mom!" as she rolled onto her side then her belly, between my legs, her head inches from my cock.

"Now I'll tell you what." sated Lizzie, "This isn't the biggest cock I've ever seen, a bit above average of most for all the ones I�ve seen. But if you learn to take care of it, it'll give you year of happiness." She looked up at me, adding "And you had better make sure you keep Monica's pussy happy as well, understand?"

Laughing, I said "I'm not going to argue with you when you've my dick in your hand."

She grinned, "Good answer."

Monica then said "Wait a minute, what do you mean by not the biggest cock? And how many have you seen?"

"Your wonderful father, he enjoyed not only having sex with me, but also watching me have sex with others.", she replied. "Since I loved your father, I allowed him to set up times where I would be, well, used by other men. Afterwards, he would give me some really great loving." She sighed, "And of course, there were plenty of times where we swapped spouses with others we know." She looked at me in the eye, and I really wasn't prepared for her to say "Your parents in particular, Ken."

Yeah, a surprise that took my breath away. "You've had sex with Ken's daddy?" asked Monica.

"Yes, and his mom too." She replied, smiling brightly, before adding "That woman sure knows how to eat pussy."

You know, that's a lot more information than I wanted to hear, but then, my cock sure did jump at the news. All I could say was a rather meek "Oh my!" Of course, now I was putting two and two together, and figuring this all out. I looked at Lizzie, and she coyly winked at me, signaling that she knew that I had figured things out. She then looked at my cock, and said "Now, he�s got a lot of both your cum as well as his stuck on the side of his dick. Why don't you lick it off?" It really wasn't a question, more like instructions, but Monica looked at it, and made a slight face of disgust, causing Lizzie to sigh and say, "Come on, it's just another thing to show your love. He'll be eating your hot box for years to come, I'm sure. So best if you return the favor."

Monica still was frowning, as she edged closer to my cock, and sticking her tongue out, she started to lick my shaft. First up and down the side towards her, then she moved her face around and started lapping up the residue from my dick. Well, my pecker liked it, as she worked at leaning my cock off. once done, Lizzie asked "How was that?"

Monica shrugged, saying "Not bad, mom."

Lizzie replied "Good!" as she pushed herself up and moved her body over me, my face now directly under her cunt, as she went on to say "Now, why don't we take turns sucking it, while your stud licks my cunt."

"You mean he's going to eat your pussy too?", asked Monica as Lizzie wrapped her lips around my shaft.

Two quick sucks and she raised her head to say "Absolutely. Then he's going to fuck me good. Then you can have him the rest of the night, okay?"

I went to work, licking the hell out of her cunt, while her and Monica took turns sucking my very happy pecker. God was she hot! She came three times before she finally told her daughter in a raspy voice, "Okay dear, my turn to ride." She rolled off of me, and was soon on all fours, wiggling her ass in the air, and saying "Come on, Ken, slam it on home."

I was one to listen to my elders...and damn was she tight! I was surprised, I guess. I mean, I just popped her daughters cherry, and that was one tight pussy. But it seemed Lizzie felt just as snug. Of course, I didn't think much about it for long, as I started pumping away at a nice quick clip. And while I fucked, she reached back underneath herself and started frigging her clit. I lasted for a good forty minutes, banging Lizzie's hot cunt with all I got, getting her to cum a few times as her body writhed underneath me.

Lizzie was true to her word, for one we disengaged, she kissed me, and left the back bedroom, saying "Okay you two, go at it."

And with that, we did. I rode Monica all damn night, save for some brief moments where we went down on each other orally. And we ended up spending two more days there at the springs, with most of the time for the joys of sex. Lizzie joined in a few times, and by the time we pulled out heading back towards home, I was a spent stud. Yes, I did put a baby in Monica, we married a few months later, and were introduced to the swinging lifestyle by her mom and my parents. But, that'll have to be another story.

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