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              Copyright © 1997 Phil Phantom.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written
permission of the author.  This story may be freely distributed with this
notice attached.  The author may be contacted through mrdouble@mrdouble.com.


                                     Busted
                                By Phil Phantom

Caroline entered the house expecting to find her husband and two daughters
huddled by the picture window still peeking through blinds. She saw only Becky,
her oldest, but she was in the act of taking a seat on the sofa. Their eyes met
and told Caroline all she needed to know. Becky had that
I-saw-Mommy-kissin'-Santa look--a mischievous gleam. She thumbed through her
Teen Magazine while trying to hold back a knowing smile.

Caroline had been busted, and she knew it. She also knew it was bound to happen
sooner or later, now that she had to use Bonnie's front door to come and go,
wearing sexy clothes no less. Caroline was already resolved to let the chips
fall where they may, knowing she'd get caught, be seen by neighbors, and become
the grist for the neighborhood gossip mill. If the girls didn't see, they'd
eventually hear. She knew she could not stay away from Bonnie, not now, anyway.

She fought back the impulse to tell Becky to wipe that stupid grin off her face
and mind her own business, but was glad she held that in when fourteen-year-old
Joann came bounding into the room, saying, "What's so important that I have to
see this, now? Oh, hi, Mom!"

Caroline squared her shoulders and brushed past Joann, saying, "You missed it,
but I'm sure your snoopy sister will fill you in. Where's your father?"

"I think he's on the phone in the den."

Caroline made for the den and met Richard as he was coming out. She was still
in the living room. Joann had just taken a seat beside Becky. The girls were
behind her to her left. Richard said, "Oops. Didn't see you. Sweetheart, I have
to go back to the office for a few hours. I'll catch something to eat downtown.
I'm going to leave the phone on the service. Was there something you needed?"

Caroline felt an overwhelming need to balance the scales and justify her
outrageous conduct to the girls. She blurted out, "I wish you wouldn't play
these silly games, Richard. We all know you have a mistress, several, in fact.
Go to her. Enjoy yourself. Frankly, I don't see why you don't bring her here.
Why spend good money on motel rooms when we have a perfectly good bed here that
never gets used except for sleeping."

Caroline's brash declaration sucked the air from the room. The girls nervously
eyed their parents. Richard calmly set his briefcase down, then made for the
front door. He stopped on his way out to say, "I may just do that. Why waste a
good bed."

When he left, Becky got to her feet, deep concern etched on her face. She said,
"Mom, what's going on? Are you and Dad getting a divorce?"

Joann shouted, "Will somebody please tell me what's happening?"

Caroline strode to the liquor cabinet, drew out a bottle of Southern Comfort,
poured a straight shot, then turned to see both girls at her side. She downed
the shot, then said, "We're not getting a divorce, but I think we just opened
up our marriage."

Joann said, "What do you mean, opened up your marriage?"

Becky said, "She means they can both see other people. That is what you meant,
wasn't it, Mom?"

"That is what I meant. Go ahead, Becky. Tell Joann what you saw. Tell her
everything you saw."

"Are you sure--everything?"

Caroline poured another shot, saying, "Everything, in your own words."

Caroline faced them with the shot glass at her lips, sipping, not gulping.
Becky appeared nervous, but Joann appeared eager and said, "Becky, tell me."

"All right. I saw Mom kissing that woman across the street."

Joann's eyes popped open wide as her jaw dropped. Becky watched her mother's
reaction. Caroline stood with forced composure, then said, "Go on."

Becky said, "I saw the woman..."

Caroline interrupted, "Her name is Bonnie, and she's a bisexual whore, a
swinger, one of your father's playmates, as if you didn't know. Go on."

Becky said, "Well, I saw Bonnie feel Mom up under her skirt. Mom wasn't wearing
panties. They stood on Bonnie's front step where anyone could see. I saw Mom's
naked butt, and I saw Bonnie poking her finger in...in Mom's butt hole."

Joann cried, "Becky!"

"Well, that's what it looked like from here."

Becky looked defensively to Caroline, who now had a deep blush going. Having
gone this far, Caroline said, "You saw right. Anything else?"

"Well, it looked like she was fingering you in front, too."

"Fingering what, Becky."

"Do you want me to say it?"

"Yes, in your own words."

"Okay. It looked like she was fingering your pussy."

Joann cried, "Becky!"

"Well, she said use my own words. That's what I call it. In fact, I don't know
any nice way to say it. Sorry, Mom, but..."

Caroline set her empty shot glass down, her cheeks burning. She addressed both
girls with hands resting on each of their outside shoulders. The girls looked
into their mother's eyes as Caroline calmly said, "You saw right, and you did
as I directed. There is no nice way to put it. I did a crazy thing, an
impulsive thing. She dared me, and like a stupid child, I took her dare. I took
a risk, a huge risk, but I'll admit, it was a huge thrill. I've never done
anything like that in my life."

Joann said, "Are you going to do that again? Can I watch if you do?"

"Once was enough for me, but Bonnie has her own agenda and a way of making me
do things I never would have dreamed I could do. If you catch us at that game,
good for you, but I will not be putting on a show if I can help it."

Becky said, "Are you two lovers?"

"No, Becky. We're close, intimate friends. I am not a lesbian, and neither is
she. I can admit to being bisexual. I wouldn't have thought so until today, but
I think I am. No, I know I am. Who knows, maybe we all are to some degree."

Joann said, "Becky is for sure."

Becky slugged Joann and said, "You shut up. If I wanted anyone to know, I'd
tell them."

Caroline shook both shoulders and said, "Enough. I don't care to hear this. You
girls are growing up way too fast as it is. We need to discuss your father. He
took my words as a challenge. I know him. He'll bring his bimbette here just to
show me he's not intimidated by my accusation. He'll expect me to blow my top,
but I have a surprise for him."

"What are you going to do?" said Joann.

"I'm going to be nice and polite to her, treat her like an honored guest in our
home, wait on them hand and foot, her especially."

Becky smiled big and said, "Mom, that would be so cool if you did that. You'd
blow his mind."

"I know. If I know your father, he'll keep pushing. He might even take her off
to the bedroom and do his dirty deed."

Joann said, "Could you stand that?"

"I think so. I'll even bring them warm wash cloths. At least, I hope I can.
We'll see, huh?"

Becky said, "Oh, Mom, that would be the ultimate."

Joann said, "No, the ultimate would be if Mom cleaned them with the wash
cloths. I'll bet they'd both freak if you did that."

"I'm sure they would. We'll see how it goes, but I want you girls prepared for
anything. Who knows, they might have sex right out in the open like dogs. If
that should happen, I don't want you two to show any emotion--no giggles, no
smiles, no sign of approval or disapproval. Just watch quietly or leave the
room quietly."

Joann eagerly said, "Do you think they might?"

"If he does, and I wouldn't put it past him, he'll be going for shock value. I
don't want him to have that pleasure."

Joann said, "I wouldn't miss that for anything."

Becky added, "Me neither. We'll be so cool. You'll see, Mom. What about you,
though? Can you be that cool, watching them do it, like animals?"

"Yesterday, no; today, I think so. To tell the truth, I kinda like the idea. I
might shock you both and clean them without a rag. I might clean them with my
mouth. Good lord, I can't believe I said that."

Becky laughed, then said, "Me neither. Mom, you must, you simply must. We dare
you."

Joann added, "We double dare you."

Caroline's interest peaked. She smiled a devilish smile and said, "Oh, you'd
like to see that, would you?"

Becky excitedly said, "Oh yes, more than anything. Oh, please do! Even if they
go to the bedroom, don't use a wash cloth. Use your tongue and lick her all
over between the legs, inside and out. Eat Daddy's whore out, and leave the
door open so we can watch. Please, pretty please!"

Joann added, "With sugar on top."

Caroline released her girls and stood back with folded arms wearing a big grin.
She said, "You two shock me. You're both a couple of little perverts, but I
think I like you better this way. You know, I might just let you watch me and
Bonnie together some day. I know she'd get a big thrill out of you two watching
me service her. She's trying to turn me into her pussy slave. That's what she
called it, and she came damn close just a while ago."

Becky said, "How close?"

"You really want to know, huh?"

"Oh yes. Details."

"All right. If you must know, I got naked, shaved my pussy, put my wedding ring
up my behind, and recited the Gettysburg Address with her clit in my mouth.
That's how close."

Becky teased, "Wow! You know the Gettysburg Address?"

This them all laughing and killed whatever tension remain in Caroline. When the
laughter died down, she said, "Oh God, You have no idea how much I dreaded
this. You guys are making this so easy. I could kick myself for not opening up
sexually with you girls years ago."

Joann put her arm around her mother's waist for a side hug and said, "We wish
you had. Are you going to start wearing your wedding ring up your butt from now
on?"

They both looked to Caroline's left hand. Caroline held the hand up, saying, "I
hope not. I got it back the hard way. Don't even ask."

Becky smilingly said, "You must let us watch you guys get it on."

Joann added, "You must. We won't tell a soul. Swear to God."

"We'll see. I never thought I'd share that with anyone, much less my own
daughters. I really need to soak in a cold shower."

Becky said, "Don't go. We've never seen you like this. It's really neat."

Joann said, "Yeah, I'll say. It's almost like you're human. Just kidding, Mom."

Caroline smiled and ruffled Joann's hair. She said, "To tell you the truth, I
find this rather exciting. You made this easy by being so supportive and
accepting. You know, I feel like doing something nasty."

Becky grinned, "Like masturbating in front of us. We'd like that, huh, Joann?"

Joann said, "Yeah, boy would we. Talk about human."

"That wasn't what I had in mind, but in my present mood, anything is possible.
No, I was thinking of showing my pussy. Besides being shaved, Bonnie did
something to it that I think will amuse you. Would you like to see?"

Both girls eagerly said, "Yes!"

Caroline smiled and said, "Okay. I want you both to kneel before me, right
here."

The girls dropped to their knees wearing smiles. Caroline moved her feet a yard
apart, placing each foot outside their knees. Their heads were on a level with
her pussy, their faces almost touching her skirt. Joann giggled and said, "Be
careful, Mom. Becky might lick it."

Caroline looked into Becky's shy smile and said, "Don't you dare. I'm not
feeling that nasty. Not yet, anyway. Just look." She reached for the hem at
each knee and said, "Okay, here goes."

The skirt rose slowly, gradually revealing her alabaster thighs. The eyes
followed the hem. Both girls had their lower lip caught in teeth. Caroline
watched their faces as the hem came to the base of her slit. She had them
transfixed.

She paused for dramatic effect, then continued. The girls stared at the shaved
lips, then strained to make out the art work. Caroline ended their strained
stare by pulling her skirt all the way up past the waist.

Becky exclaimed, "Oh, wow! She wrote 'Whore' on your pussy. I love it."

Joann said, "You have a neat pussy, Mom, even with that on it. I love it
without the hair."

"Thank you. She wants to make that a tattoo. Who knows, I might let her. A
pussy slave would have no choice in the matter."

Becky said, "You should let her. I think you'd make a great pussy slave. You'd
like to be her pussy slave, wouldn't you?"

"I'd like to know what you two think about that, for real. If I let her tattoo
the word 'Whore' on my pussy, I'd be one. She'd see to it. Think about that,
too. Bonnie is pretty kinky, you know?"

Becky dipped her head low to gaze up between Caroline's legs while saying, "I
love the idea."

Joann said, "She's dying to lick it, Mom. Let her, okay? I want to see her lick
your pussy."

Caroline was looking into Becky's eyes as they peered over the top of her
mound. Her face was in position to deliver the lick, and her eyes pleaded for
permission. Caroline now had her lower lip between teeth. Her clit begged a
positive response. Caroline was on the verge of granting her oldest daughter's
wish when she felt the tentative tongue tip ease between the wet folds of her
sex.

Joann excitedly said, "Go ahead, Becky. Lick it good and suck on her clit. Show
her what you can do."

Caroline said nothing, and Becky licked. With the first long swipe through the
oozing slit, Becky brought both hands sliding up the backs of her mother's
legs. Caroline widened her knees and jutted her steamy crotch into the
feverishly sucking mouth. Becky clutched her ass and sealed her mouth over her
mother's clit and began nursing, pausing frequently to run her stiff tongue
inside the hole. Caroline ground her cunt on her daughter's face and moaned
steadily.

Joann said, "Eat her cunt, Becky. Eat it good. Suck Mom's cunt. Make her cum.
She's good, huh, Mom?"

Caroline could only nod while fighting to stand in place. When Becky next
fastened on her clit, Caroline knew she would go over the top. She reached down
with both sets of fingers and pulled herself open so she could see her
daughter's mouth at work as the orgasm welled-up from deep within.

The shocking spasm burst over her, making her cry out, "Oh yes! Suck, Becky.
Suck Mommy's clit, baby. Eat my cunt, sweetheart. Eat your mother's whore
pussy. Oh, yessss! Oh, fuck yes, baby! Suck! Yesssss! Yesss! Oh, yes."

The violent orgasm drained the passion-racked mother. After the spasms passed,
Caroline braced herself by propping her hands on her thighs. Becky got under
her and fastened her mouth to the hole. Caroline got her breath and said, "What
are you doing?"

Joann said, "Let her finish, Mom. She's after your slut slime. That's what she
calls it. Slut slime is her reward for giving you a good cum. She loves the
stuff."

Caroline stood with her knees out and looked between her own legs. She once
again fanned open her lips to see Becky hard at work lapping slut slime from
her slut hole, digging deep inside with her swabbing tongue. The sight was the
most vulgar thing Caroline ever saw, also, the most erotic.

Caroline stopped questioning her participation in this obscene act and lent
herself to the lewd devotions. She, in fact, reached lower and tilted her
pelvis up to give herself and Joann a better look. Joann reached in and began
massaging the clit, saying, "This will bring down more pussy juice. You don't
mind, do you?"

The fingers rubbing her clit felt marvelous. Caroline said, "No, I don't mind."

Joann said, "Try to relax. You might be able to cum again."

Caroline said, "I'm trying. Rub faster and harder. Right there. Oh, yes. That's
good. Perfect. Harder! Faster! Uh! Oh yessss. There....Yesss! Yesss!...Oh
yesss!"

Caroline came again, then watched her daughter lick that spend. Joann eased
away wearing a big smile. Becky continued until the twat ran dry, then sat back
on her heels. Caroline stood up and let her skirt fall. She stumbled back and
grabbed the liquor stand for support. Joann helped her mother stand steady on
her feet. Becky got to her feet and smiled sheepishly to match her mother's
weak smile.

Caroline smoothed her skirt and felt the first pangs of guilt. She looked at
her girls and said, "Well, I wasn't expecting that."

Joann said, "You liked it though, didn't you?"

"It was nice, I have to admit. Still, I feel like the most perverted woman on
earth. I think I can forget earning a mother-of- the-year award."

She looked to Becky. Becky said, "You'd get our vote. I enjoyed that very
much."

Caroline said, "Yes, it appeared so. Are you..."

"No, Mom. I'm bisexual, too."

"Are you a virgin?"

"Uh...no. Are you mad?"

"I don't know what I am. I'm in shock. How long?"

"Oh, several years, now."

Caroline looked to Joann. Joann smiled and said, "Me, too. I was first."

"My goodness. How old where you?"

"Ten."

"Ten? Who?"

"We can't tell. It's a secret. Please don't pry."

"Well, the damage is done. I certainly hope you two are taking precautions?"

Becky said, "We're both on the pill."

"But how? I..."

"Mom, please don't pry. We know what we're doing. We're having fun, and it's
perfectly safe."

"Do I know the boy?"

"Man, Mother, and that's all I'll say."

"Is it your father? You can tell me. I've suspected for some time. I know how
he is."

"No, Mom. It's not Daddy."

Joann said, "He is trying, though. Can we...you know, let him?"

"Do you want to?"

Becky said, "Yes. We both want to."

"Well, I'm in no position to object. I'm sure you'll get your wish. He should
be no problem for either of you girls."

Joann beamed, "Great! Will you treat us the way you plan to treat his whore?"

"Absolutely not. In fact, I hope I never see either of you girls with your
father. I'd appreciate it if you two would be discrete about this, and about my
relationship with Bonnie. In fact, anything we do should never go beyond these
doors; that is, if we ever do anything again. I'll have to sleep on this."

Joann said, "This won't be the last time, Mom. Face it. Once you try Becky, you
have to have her again. I'm hooked, and she knows it. You're hooked. We both
know that. I think you do, too."

"I make no promises, but you may be right. It was very nice. Right now, I feel
terribly guilty and ashamed of myself. That will probably pass. It always does.
In the mean time, don't press me. When and if I'm ready, I'll drop a hint you
can't miss."

Joann smiled and said, "Just let her get a peek at your pussy. That's all I
have to do. When Becky sees a pussy, she has to have it--cock, too, for that
matter."

Caroline looked to Becky. Smiles formed on both their faces. Caroline hugged
her close and kissed her forehead, saying, "I guess bisexual whores run in the
family."

"Does Daddy have a big dick? It sure looks like he has a big one."

"It's big, all right. It may be too big for you. How big is your mystery
lover?"

Becky broke the hug to size the cock with hands held ten inches apart. Joann
made a ring with her two hands that could have slipped over a large cucumber.
Caroline's brows lifted. She said, "My goodness. I suppose you can take him. I
hope you know, most adult cocks are much smaller."

Joann smiled and said, "We know. We've had all sizes, dozens, huh, Becky?"

"I keep track. I've fucked thirty-eight different men. A few were boys, but
most were men."

In wide-eyed astonishment, Caroline exclaimed, "Good Lord!"

Joann added, "We're whores, Mom, no doubt about it."

"It would seem so. I'm going to need time to adjust to this. Hell, I've only
had three, and only one since I got married. Right now, I'm just stunned."

Becky said, "You'll adjust. Maybe one day you'd like to watch us getting
fucked. It'll make you horny. It does for everyone else."

"I'm sure. So I gather you do group scenes."

Joann volunteered, "We like that best. We've both been screwed in front of
dozens of people, men and women. We do a show that's super hot. I wish you
could be there and join us. Wow, what a show that would be--a mother and two
daughters pulling trains and sucking pussy. That would be hot, way hot. If you
like cocks and pussies, you'd love to pull a train while one bitch after
another sits on your face. Um, yummy!"

"So, you're bisexual, too?"

"Not like Becky, but I like a pussy to suck on when I'm getting screwed. I'd
love to suck you while Daddy screws me. We both would."

"We'll see. I don't know what I'm capable of anymore. You just might get your
wish. Right now, I need a cold shower. You little whores are getting me all
worked up again. My guilt has practically vanished. I want you two to get your
minds out of the gutter and try to act like good little girls. If your father
returns, it's my show. Understand?"

They both nodded. Becky said, "We'll be cute and innocent the entire time.
You'll see. And, Mom, we're both going to be terribly disappointed if you don't
take real good care of Daddy's whore."

"You won't be disappointed. That much, I can assure you. I feel like eating
that little whore until her head caves in. She'll think she died and went to
heaven, but you two stay out of it. Tonight, you be the spectators. I'll handle
the show."

Becky said, "Don't worry about a thing, Mom."

"I'm going to clean up. I want you girls to prepare dinner, set the table, and
have everything ready to dish out at a moment's notice. When they drive up, I
want it to look like we just sat down to eat. I'll invite them to join us.
We'll take it from there."

Becky said, "Should we set places for them?"

"Humm...yes. That will look like we expected them. We'll give them one side so
they can sit together. You'd best get busy. We can expect them at any time."

                   *     *     *

Thirty minutes later, the simple dinner sat ready in serving dishes. Caroline
emerged from the bedroom ten minutes after that. She wore a plain, short house
dress with pumps on bare legs. It was also plain she wore no bra. She'd fluffed
her long hair but wore only a light covering of make-up. Becky smiled while
surveying her sexy mother.

Joann also smiled, but said, "Are you naked under that?"

Caroline said, "Yes. I hope it's not too obvious. I wanted to be ready just in
case he pulls me into the action."

Becky said, "He might; you look great. As for being obvious, your hard nipples
give you away, but I doubt he'd guess you were naked. We were afraid you'd
chicken out, but I guess you're not, huh?"

"No. I won't chicken out. I've gone this far; I may as well go all the way. I
have you two sluts to thank for that."

Joann giggled and said, "You're welcome."

Caroline looked over the table setting, and lifted the lids on the serving
dishes, saying, "You girls did good. We should keep this warm. We'll wait one
hour. If they don't show up in that time, I doubt they will. Take turns
watching out the window. As soon as his car is spotted, we must all take seats
and quickly serve ourselves."

Becky took the first watch as Caroline busied herself straightening the house.
Joann rotated the food through the microwave oven. Caroline ran a damp cloth
over a dusty shelf and said, "I've been doing some thinking and by a process of
elimination narrowed down your mystery lover. Will you tell me if I'm right?"

Joann and Becky exchanged looks, then shrugs. Becky said, "Will you promise
never to interfere?"

"A mother can never make a promise like that, but I think it's too late to
interfere. I'll try, how's that?"

The girls exchanged looks. Joann nodded. Becky said, "If you guess, I'll
smile."

"I think it's Pete Donovan." Becky's expression remain the same. Caroline then
said, "Harold Stevens?" Nothing. "Okay, then it must be one of our neighbors.
Chuck?" Nothing. "Ben Johnson?"

Joann said, "You're ice cold, Mom. Ben Johnson, really? He must be sixty,
seventy, even."

"Well, who, then? Is it someone from your school?"

Becky said, "No fair."

Joann said, "Why not give her hints. We can at least tell her who it's not."

"No, Joann. We swore we'd never tell. Hinting is telling. If Mom guesses, and
we smile, who could blame us?"

Joann said, "She's right, Mom. We both swore."

Caroline sat in her place at one end of the oblong table and said, "It must be
one of the people you guys sit for, then. I don't know all the names, but is it
someone either of you sits for?"

Caroline did not get an answer, but the blank looks were answer enough. She
said, "Is he someone from school?"

Joann said, "You already asked that."

"But I got no answer."

"Nobody smiled."

"Okay, so it's no one from school or sitting. It's not a neighbor. Is it
someone in the family?" Joann cracked a smile. Caroline sat up, "So it's
family, is it? My side, or your father's side?"

Becky addressed Joann, saying, "No more hints, Joann. Don't crack a smile
unless she guesses right."

Joann sucked her lips between her teeth and bit down. Caroline's mind was abuzz
with possibilities. She ran through Richard's male members in the area and got
no reaction. Her only male member was her father. He was also the last possible
choice. This awareness showed on her face and both girls broke into timid
smiles.

Caroline's eyes went wide as she cried out, "Grandpa, my father, Grandpa
Reynolds? Oh, my God. No! It can't be, not my father. He'd never."

Caroline stood and crossed to Becky, took her by the shoulders and made the
smile evaporate with a firm grasp, saying, "Becky, tell me the truth. Is it?"

"Yes, Mom, but don't ever let on that you know or he'll never forgive us."

Joann joined to add her voice, saying, "We trust you, Mom. If you ever bring it
up, we'll never trust you again, and it won't change anything. We'd run away if
you tried to stop us from seeing Grandma and Grandpa."

"My mother is in on this, too?"

Becky said, "Yes, from the very beginning. She broke us in and got us ready for
Grandpa's big cock. She got us on the pill. Like you said, Mom, bisexual whores
run in our family, on your side, anyway. Your mother taught us how to eat
pussy."

Caroline eased back to the table and plopped into one of the chairs reserved
for Richard and his whore. Joann came over and boldly ran a hand up her bare
thigh, then on up and under the skirt. Caroline was too numb to stop her, and
the small hand found her denuded sex, wedged between the unresisting thighs,
and cupped the fleshy lips. She sent a probing finger in search of the hole.
Caroline remained limp as the finger found its mark and pushed inside.

Becky returned to the window as Joann knelt and pushed the front of the dress
up her mother's thighs, saying, "This will get you back in the mood. Try to
relax, Mom. Think about that nice juicy whore Daddy's bringing home for you.
Think about licking her messy pussy after Daddy gets through fucking it. Think
about all that yummy cum mixed with sweet pussy juice."

Caroline found herself doing just that, surprising herself with the ease with
which she accepted Joann's transformation. She even lifted up to facilitate the
moving of the dress up her legs to bare her from the waist down. She wallowed
in the depravity and allowed Joann to part her knees wide. She sat in that lewd
pose as Joann said, "Okay, Becky. I'll watch while you keep her hot and horny.
Don't let her cum."

Becky came over and knelt between her mother's knees. Caroline watched her sexy
older daughter bend her head and begin lapping and kissing the area between her
legs, running her tongue over the letters. Joann took her post at the window as
obscene flashes of parental misconduct ran through her mind.

She tried to imagine the parties, the shows, her parents playing the role of
MC. She tried to picture her father's cock taking full possession of his little
girls--anally, orally, and vaginally. She pictured her naked mother sitting on
their innocent faces, grinding her mature cunt on lusty young mouths.

Despite her reservations, she became very horny and gyrated her loins on
Becky's sucking mouth, thinking, "Damnit, what's keeping Richard?"

Becky raised up wearing a wet smile. She said, "You really want that juicy
whore, don't you?"

"Fuck, yes! I want her so badly I can taste it!"

Joann cried, "They're coming. There's a woman in the car with him. Hurry!"

The trio dashed to their seats and began dishing out the food. They had their
plates full in short order. Caroline adjusted her dress, took several deep
breaths, then said, "Everyone, try to relax. Look calm, cool, and collected.
Pass the iced tea, Becky."

Becky slid the pitcher to Joann who moved it on to Caroline, saying, "Remember,
Mom, we want a good show."
    
Caroline smiled sheepishly and said, "Remember, you're spectators."

The front door opened and Richard led a stunning blonde inside. She appeared
unsure, but excited. Richard looked unsure and nervous, but he also looked
resolved. The woman was in her very early twenties, and looked sexy in a mini
skirt, heels and tight blouse. Richard placed a reassuring hand around her
waist and led her to the table. Caroline stood and indicated the empty seats
set before empty plates. She calmly said, "We weren't sure you'd be coming, but
we prepared enough. Won't you join us?"

Richard and the woman exchanged looks of surprise. Richard held the chair for
his date. She sat wearing a wary smile, looked to each girl, and waited to take
her cue from Richard. He said, "This is Debbie, Debbie Mathews, my new
secretary."

Caroline extended her hand saying, "And mistress, I presume. Hi, Debbie. I'm
Caroline, the wife."

The two shook hands. Debbie looked to Richard as he answered for her, saying,
"Yes, she's my mistress, and I expect her to be treated with the utmost
respect."

Richard took his cues from Caroline as Debbie took hers from Richard.
Caroline's smile threw him, but he quickly adjusted and tempted that smile.
Caroline came around to Debbie's side and said, "That goes without saying,
dear. Here, Debbie. Allow me to serve you. You are, after all, a special guest.
I hope you like ham."

"Yes, but not much. I'm watching my weight."

Caroline laid a piece of ham on her plate, saying, "Well, you watch it very
well. I don't think you have an ounce of fat anywhere on your lovely body.
Peas?"

"Yes, please."

"Carrots?"

"One spoonful."

"Tea, wine, or beer?"

"A beer would be nice--a lite beer if you have it."

"Of course. We have Miller Lite in bottles. I'll pour you a glass."

While Caroline went for the beer, Richard smiled at his girls who smiled back.
He then leaned in to whisper something to Debbie. She shook her head. He
whispered more intently, then unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse that already
had the top three undone. Her top opened to expose her bulging breast flesh and
the top crests of her lacy bra.

Caroline returned in time to see Richard pulling out the flaps even more, then
undoing another button as an after-thought, leaving only two buttons done up at
the bottom with the bra now fully in the open with the flaps of her blouse hung
outside the cups.

Caroline set the beer before Debbie, looked purposefully at her chest, and
said, "You have lovely breasts, Debbie."

Debbie seemed to warm quickly to the bizarre situation. She took in a deep
breath with her shoulders back and said, "Thank you. Your husband likes them.
That's the main thing. Besides being my lover, he's also my boss."

"Well, he seems quite proud of them, and who can blame him."

Richard took this cue and unbuttoned Debbie's blouse completely as his wife
re-took her seat and watched. He then removed the blouse. Having gotten away
with that, he unfastened the bra and removed it, leaving Debbie topless.

The amused secretary sat passively and allowed Richard to do whatever he had
the guts to do. When she found herself sitting there, naked from the waist up,
and getting away with it, a flush of excitement came over her features. She sat
up and thrust her twin orbs out in blatant display, saying, "See what I mean.
He loves showing them off. It's a good thing I'm not shy."

Caroline said, "It certainly is, and who can blame him? They are absolutely
lovely, and so firm. Mine are starting to sag a bit. It's easy to see why he
prefers yours."

This put a smile on Debbie's face and another on Richard's. They exchanged
those smiles. Debbie looked to Caroline with renewed confidence along with a
mischievous twinkle in her eyes. She said, "I'd like to see your tits,
Caroline. Would you mind baring them for me?"

"No, not at all." Caroline unbuttoned her dress down the front and hauled out
her tits. She smiled self-consciously. The girls looked from one set to the
other, fighting back smiles, trying to look astonished. Richard did look
astonished. Debbie ran her eyes appreciatively over the competing set of
titties, seeing they were slightly larger, but also hanging slightly from the
weight. She smiled and said, "It must be the firmness he likes so much. Your
boobs are nothing to frown at."

"You're too kind, and I'm sure you're right."

Richard decided it was time to push Caroline over the edge. He said, "You're
making me out to be a tit man. Debbie, why don't you stand up and show them
what really attracted me to you?"

Debbie looked surprised and said, "What, strip? Here?"

"Yes, strip."

Debbie looked from one smiling face to another, then pushed away from the
table. She stood and reached for the side snap and zipper of her skirt. She
gave another glance around the table, then unzipped. The skirt fell to her feet
revealing her nakedness. She kicked free, then stood on display, showing off
her pussy, shaved except for a small heart over the mound. Richard said,
indicating her pussy with finger traces, "I'm a pussy man. As you can see,
Debbie has a great pussy on her."

Debbie's great pussy had all three other great pussies salivating and their
owners learning forward. They peered between Debbie's legs at the fingers
toying with the plumb, slick lips as they batted the long clit. Richard probed
the woman's hole with his fuck finger and made crude stabs, thinking this would
push his seemingly unflappable wife over the edge.

To his amazement, Caroline was far from going over any edge unless it was the
edge of the table she leaned across. She gazed on the sight with unabashed
interest, and said, "Oh, she's lovely down there, Richard. Is she tighter than
Bonnie?"

Richard brightened and said, "So that's your game plan, is it? Divide and
conquer. It won't work. She knows about Bonnie and the rest."

Debbie looked to Caroline and smugly smiled. Caroline said, "I was doing
nothing of the kind. Well, is she...tighter?"

Richard had Debbie turn in place to face away from her audience, then bend
forward. Debbie followed his hand-pressure hints and widened her stance on her
own initiative. Grasping the seat for support, she jutted her ass out,
presenting the others with a lewd spectacle, especially to Becky who sat on the
opposite side. Overcome, Becky leaned across the table. Both Joann and Caroline
placed a restraining hand on her nearest shoulder until she eased back. Richard
teased Debbie's cunt from between her legs, hiding nothing; in fact, giving
them a look at the coral-pink hole as he used fingers to part the puffy lips,
saying, "You're tighter than Bonnie, Caroline. This girl is as tight as a
virgin."

Caroline watched his finger slip in and saw how the hole clung tenaciously to
it as the digit moved in and out. Caroline said, "She certainly does look
tight. I'm so happy for you, Richard. She is quite a catch."

Richard was at a complete loss. He'd done everything but sweep the table, throw
her down on it, and fuck her. The look on Caroline's face told him he could do
that as well. The look on Joann's eager face begged him to do just that.

He couldn't believe his good fortune, but it was Becky's reaction that held his
interest. Her obvious lust for the pussy he openly displayed told him volumes
about the daughter he'd spent countless hours fantasizing about. She had a lust
for pussy that was glaringly apparent. His desire to have Becky in bed with him
and another woman almost got the better of him.

Gut instinct told him he'd best not push his luck. Caroline said, "Richard,
you're torturing that poor girl. She's drooling for you. Why don't you take her
into the bedroom and put her out of her misery. I put silk sheets on the bed
and turned down the bedding."

That was all Debbie needed to hear. She stood and grabbed Richard's hand,
saying, "Where's the fucking bedroom!"

Richard led the way, but paused to look back at his smiling family. He shook
his head before moving on. Once out of the room, both girls excitedly converged
on Caroline, praising her. Joann said, "Mom, you were terrific. You blew them
away."

Becky hugged her mother. Grasping a bare tit, she said, "God, I thought I was a
goner. I want that pussy, Mom."

"We saw. You get yourself under control. If your father makes a move on you,
that will ruin everything. Do you understand?"

"I'm sorry. I have to cum."

"Then take care of it, but settle down before they return."

Becky returned to her seat and sent both hands up her skirt. Joann watched,
then said, "Me too." She then followed Becky's lead. With her daughters openly
masturbating at the table and her husband fucking in the bedroom, Caroline
thought, "Oh, what the hell." Soon, they all masturbated together to the sounds
of a bed being pummeled with the bedroom door open.

When Debbie cried out, "Oh, yes, Richard, fuck me! Fuck my horny cunt, baby!"
They all went over the edge together.

Joann was first to regain her composure. She shook the other two, saying, "Come
on, you guys. I think they're finished."

Becky and Caroline set themselves right, wiped their wet fingers on the table
cloth, and sat straight just in time for the big entrance. Richard and Debbie
emerged, hand in hand, naked and spent.

Richard's slimy spent dick hung halfway to his knees and swayed with each step
like an elephant's trunk. Debbie was wet from her crotch to her knees, with a
cunt that looked raw and hung open, dripping cum to the hardwood floor with
each step. They came to stand by Caroline's chair, facing the girls. Richard
said, "Thanks, Caroline, we needed that."

"You certainly did by the sound of things. My, what a mess you made of her
lovely pussy. Here, let me clean you both with a nice warm wash cloth."

Caroline made for the kitchen. Richard stood looking at his lovely girls, still
flush with excitement, their sparkling eyes fixed to his dick or his mistress'
pussy. He knew he could have either one or both at once with a snap of his
finger. His dick surged with new life at the thought.

Caroline returned and went straight for Debbie. She made her pose more
provocative by standing with her feet a yard apart with her loins jutted out.
Caroline made the job more provocative by kneeling at her left so as not to
block anyone's view. She drew the rag up one thigh then the other, slowly
converging on the pussy so blatantly displayed.

Richard could not believe his eyes. As his wife neared the cunt he'd just
fucked, he decided to press his luck, saying, "That cloth won't feel good on
her sensitive, freshly-fucked pussy. Show her there's no hard feelings. Use
your tongue."

This brought the girls out of their seats. Caroline looked up to Debbie's
grinning face, saying, "If it's all right with Debbie, I'd be happy to."

Debbie said, "Why would I mind? Lick my pussy, Caroline. Maybe, if you get it
nice and clean, your husband will want to fuck me again."

Richard watched intently as Caroline's distended tongue made its first pass
through the slut's slimy pussy. Viewing her performing this obscene act with
their two daughters on either side, close enough to give a lick themselves,
struck Richard as too dreamlike to be real. He was not, however, inclined to
pinch himself.

Likewise, Debbie thought she was in a dream; and she, too, didn't want a pinch.
With the three other females focused intently between her legs, Debbie turned
to Richard with a questioning shrug. Richard's return shrug suggested, "Don't
look at me. I have no idea what's going on."

Caroline held Debbie by the cheeks of her ass, reaching between her legs to
draw the cunt into her mouth. With her girls kneeling beside her, watching
intently each lick, suck, nibble, and sperm- slurping pass up the oozing slit,
Caroline could not help slipping deeper into debauchery.

Earlier, she'd opened a door to decadence, but she was now tearing that door
off its hinges. With Richard looking down on the scene with his erection
practically poking Karen in the cheek, family sex was now inevitable. The
revelations she'd heard from her daughters had sunk in and gestated. They were
happy little whores, and their father was a lecherous bastard. They would all
be happy. This made Caroline happy, and eased the anxiety she felt about
following the path Bonnie wanted to lead her down.

Caroline thoroughly cleaned Debbie then got to her feet. Debbie thanked
Caroline, then giggled. Richard said, "That's more like it, Caroline. Frankly,
you surprise me. I expected some sort of trick. I can see you enjoyed that.
What's going on?"

Caroline had returned to her seat. Becky and Joann did likewise. She looked to
Richard who stood showing off his rampant erection while hugging his naked
whore tightly to his side. Caroline smiled and said, "Just call it turning over
a new leaf. Before that smile of yours gets any bigger, be advised--two can
play this game."

"Are you seeing someone?"

"Just Bonnie, but she's pushing me very hard. I'm tired of resisting. Since
you've been helping her, I hope you're happy."

"Hmmm. So, that's what she was up to. I might have guessed. Actually, I figured
she was after the girls."

"And you wanted to help?"

"They're big girls, now, Caroline. They know the score. What Bonnie had in mind
wouldn't hurt. Look at the smiles on their faces. They are both lusty little
wenches."

"They just saw their mother eat out their father's mistress after he screwed
her. I would expect smiles. For your information, they aren't lusty wenches,
they're whores, both of them."

Richard's eyebrows arched as he looked from one smiling whore to the other. He
said, "Is that right, Becky, Joann?" They both nodded. "Well, this is welcome
news. Anyone I know?"

Caroline said, "It's a secret. Don't pry. They seem to know what they're doing
and are taking precautions."

"Well, I approve."

"I was sure you would."

Debbie pouted, "Does this mean I have to share you with them?"

Caroline laughed, then said, "I'm afraid so, Debbie. He's had the hots for
young stuff for as long as I've known him. I should introduce you to Bonnie.
She can keep your dance card filled."

"Thanks, but I can fill my own dance card. Richard, take me home. I think this
is sick. I think you're all perverts."

Caroline shrugged as Debbie dressed. Richard returned the shrug and began
dressing. They left without another word being spoken. When the door closed
behind them, Becky said, "Wow, Mom, you sure turned that around. I guess Daddy
will be looking for a new secretary."

"Looks that way, huh?"

Joann got up and came alongside her mother, saying, "I think Daddy thinks you
gave him the okay to fuck us. Did you mean it that way?"

"Yes. Why not? It's going to happen. I saw the way you sluts were eyeing that
big cock of his, and the way he showed it off to you. I figured, why not get it
out in the open."

Becky draped an arm around her mother's shoulder and said, "Great. Does this
mean you'll watch?"

Caroline smiled and hugged her girls to her sides, saying, "It means I'll do
more than watch. I was never all that fond of semen, but licking it from a
freshly-fucked pussy is a whole new ball game."

Joann said, "Great. I can't wait to feed you a nice big load of Daddy cum. I
love having sperm licked out of my juicy pussy; and, boy, is my pussy juicy
right now."

Becky added, "I second that in spades. I'm creaming my thighs just thinking
about it."

Caroline pushed them away and laughingly said, "You sluts get naked and climb
in our bed. I'll bring the stud to you. He'll be back very soon, I'm sure."

The girls giggled and raced to the master bedroom. Caroline picked up the phone
and dialed Bonnie's number. When Bonnie picked up, Caroline said, "I have two
little sluts that are dying to meet you."

"Wonderful. I'll put fresh sheets on the bed."

"Another time. They have a date with their father. How about tomorrow, say,
sevenish?"

"Sevenish is fine. Oh, this is marvelous. Tell me, did they see our parting?"

"Becky did, and that got the ball rolling right down your alley."

"Yes, and headed for a strike."

"We'll see how it goes."

"Strike!"

"We'll see. This ball could still end up in the gutter. If it does, it'll be
your own fault."

"It's a strike. I see it coming straight down the middle."

"You're looking at a potential four-ten split."

"Look, I don't bowl, I fuck. I like it right down the middle and I love
splits--two, four, ten. From here, it looks good."

"All right, Bonnie. I'll drop the bowling metaphor. Just don't get too carried
away at this party. Ease me into this. I just want to get royally laid, and a
sampling of pussy would be nice, too."

"I'll give you plenty of samples tomorrow night. I want them shaved, Caroline.
Shave them before you bring them over."

"As you wish. Anything else?"

"Yes. Bring Richard. We need at least one rooster at this hen party."

                                    The End

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The rest was boring, just a lot of fucking and sucking--pretty
               messy.