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I knew she suspected my motives, but her question was part of the game. "We're going back to your house – where I will take you into the family room, tear your clothes off, and ravage you thoroughly." "But it's still pretty early. Jessica won't be in bed yet." Cathy said. "Yes she will." I answered. "If you're right and she is getting off watching us have sex, then she will scramble to look like she's asleep when she sees us pulling up in the driveway. She'll want to appear asleep just so we'll think it's safe to have sex." Cathy was silent, but she reached over and let her hand slide across the bulging erection in my khakis. She was looking at the road and I could sense the wheels spinning in her head. "You hope I'm right – don't you?" I asked forthrightly. She looked at me. This was a crucial moment as she came to grips, once again, with her own desires. She nodded. "Yeah. I do," she admitted. The rest of the drive was quiet as we each let our minds pour over what we were about to do. For Cathy's ten year-old daughter to spy on us of her own volition last night was erotic enough. But to intentionally set it up so she could watch? Knowing she might? Consciously hoping that she would? That crossed the border to downright kinky, and we both knew it. Cathy's hand continued to idly play with my cock while I drove, and my hand slid up her nylon covered legs. She silently spread her legs and hiked up her skirt so I could rub my hand up the inside of her thigh, occasionally grazing her moist crotch with my pinky. When we arrived at her house, I took my time pulling into the driveway. I even stopped Cathy from getting out of the car immediately. I pulled her to me and we kissed. I saw a light go out in a window. Our kiss was warm and wet and filled with desire and anticipation. My hand slid up the soft fabric of her dress and I cupped her breast, feeling the hard, erect nipple poking through her bra. We remained there for a minute or so, enjoying the intensity of the moment. "Are you ready?" I finally asked. Without answering, Cathy turned and got out of the car. We walked to the house and entered the front door with much jangling of keys, to alert anyone still up that we were home. As soon as I shut the door behind us, intentionally allowing it to click, she reached up and pulled me to her. Another passionate kiss Her hand slid down my side and cupped the front of my pants, squeezing lustfully. My hands wandered across her fine ass before reaching behind her neck to pull her harder against me. There is no adequate description for the unspoken sexual intensity between us at this moment. I broke off our kiss and took her silently by the hand, and lead her toward the family room. Where her daughter had seen us make love the previous night. Where the little girl's bedroom door adjoins. We both anxiously looked around. Jessica was no where to be found. "Jessica?" I asked in a normal voice. I flicked the light switch on. Cathy walked over to Jessica's door and opened it quietly. It was dark in her room. A moment later she turned, shutting the door, but not quite latching it. "She must have gone to bed early," she said to me – but it was for Jessica's benefit. "She's asleep already." Cathy walked back to me, a sneaky conspiratorial grin on her face. "Good." I said. We walked hand in hand to the middle of the room, then immediately fell into a deep, soulful kiss. The anticipation had taken its toll, and our hands began groping each other excitedly, lustfully pulling at each other's clothes. We were doing it. We were actually going to make love, hoping her young daughter would watch. It was so kinky, I just couldn't hold back. Cathy seemed every bit as nervously excited as I was. She fumbled with the buttons of my shirt. My hands slid over her breasts, then down to her beautiful womanly ass. I caressed and rubbed her beautifully full and firm bottom with one hand, while the other pulled the zipper down in back. She loves having her bottom rubbed. It's almost like an "on" switch for her, I swear. I slowly lifted the hem of her short dress in back, to slide my hand across her pantyhose-clad buns. It was hard not to stare at Jessica's door, but I know we were both trying to keep tabs with our peripheral vision. Then it happened. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a thin dark crack appear between the door and the door jam. It was only about an inch wide. Cathy pushed my open shirt over my shoulders and down my arms, dropping it to the carpeted floor. I lifted her dress up over her hips, massaging her beautiful buttocks and she raised her arms so I could pull the dress off over her head. I smiled with great satisfaction, knowing that sweet little Jessica was watching me undress her mother. Of all the kinky fantasy sex we've engaged in, this was by far the most thrilling thing we'd ever done. Once free of her dress, Cathy pushed herself against me and began passionately kissing my lips. Our mouths pressed hard together as I unhooked her bra. I then nuzzled her neck, and whispered softly into her ear, "Your daughter's watching us, Honey. You know that, don't you?" Cathy tensed slightly with those words and backed away just a little. She looked at me through a moment of hesitation, biting her lower lip, lust smoldering in her eyes, holding her loosely hanging bra to her chest with one hand. I thought for a moment that she might be on the verge of backing down from what we were doing. But instead, she took a deep breath and smiled, shaking her long hair out with a flick of her head. "I know," she whispered very very quietly. The bra fell to the ground. "I know she is." Our eyes locked in full understanding of what we were doing. My hands rose to her naked breasts. She closed her eyes and stood motionless, letting me fondle them as I pleased. It was so naughtily erotic to cradle and massage those lovely tits so openly. So brazenly. Feeling my hands upon her bare flesh, knowing her little girl was seeing it all. She sighed deeply as I caressed them and rubbed her erect nipple with my thumb. I know she was as hyper-aware as I was, of the youthful eyes watching my hands upon her. Then I felt her hand move to the front of my pants, cupping my penis with her palm. It throbbed in full erection as she rubbed up and down. Then she squeezed it through my khakis and whispered almost silently, "This…." Her grasp tightened on my cock, outlining its shape beneath the fabric. "This is what she really wants to see." "Then let her see it," I quietly ordered, trying not to move my lips as I spoke. "Go ahead, Honey. Give her what she wants. Do it. Show my cock to Jessica." Cathy bit her lower lip and I could have sworn I heard her say "thank you" under her breath as she sank to her knees. I might have been mistaken, but I kid you not. I could have sworn that's what she said. Kneeling before me, clad only in sheer pantyhose, Cathy pressed her cheek against my tented crotch, and began nuzzling her face against my rock-hard bulge, just like a kitten rubs your ankle. She pulled her long hair back over her ear and I could tell she was angling our position to give Jessica the best possible view of what she was doing. We stood at a perfect 90 degrees to the cracked doorway. She would be watching directly from the side. There would be no obstruction to her view. Cathy kissed the front of my pants, then stroked the bulge up and down with her hand, framing its shape with her grip, and kissed it again. Then she looked up at me and said out loud, loud enough for her daughter to hear, "I love you, Tom," as she slowly pulled my zipper down. I looked down at her, at the sexy, pouty little girl expression on her face as she reached inside to fish my cock out of my pants. After a little maneuvering, she pulled it free and into the open. And right into her ten year-old daughter's direct line of sight. My cock was now fully erect and jutting out from my zipper in the open air as Cathy knelt before me. My heart was pounding. She began stroking it with her fingertips. She gazed at my exposed erection for a long moment, then leaned forward to give its tip a soft, loving kiss. Then another. Then another. Then a small lick. I could feel the Viagra working on my erection as well, amplifying its pulsing rigidity to the ultra-stiff, bone-hard state it is famous for, standing nearly strait into the air, proudly towering from my zipper for our youthful audience to feast her eyes upon. Cathy unfastened my belt, unsnapped me, and lowered both my pants and boxers down my thighs. I lifted my feet in succession as she pulled my trouser legs over my ankles and tossed them onto a chair. I glanced at Jessica's door for a second, and glimpsed a faint outline of the little girl standing there watching. I wondered what she must be thinking, a ten year-old girl seeing a full-grown man naked and aroused, probably for the first time in her life. And what's more, to see her own mother kissing it! My cock throbbed in the open air, knowing little Jessica was probably wondering at that moment what it must be like to kiss a penis like that, possibly even imagining kissing it herself. Cathy pulled my socks off my feet in turn. Her demeanor seemed almost geisha-like. Very quiet and solemn. Then she rose up on her knees and grasped my shaft once again and tilted it downwards, jacking it slowly in her fist. Then I heard her mutter "Jessica…" under her breath before leaning forward to take my cock into her warm, moist mouth. Cathy is an awesome lover in every way, no doubt. Great in every position we've tried. But her skill at oral sex is quite simply without parallel in my experience. She is absolutely fantastic at it. And it didn't take me long into our relationship to realize that a blowjob from her is heads and tails above all others, for the simple reason that she truly loves doing it. She is not faking this. She genuinely loves sucking cock, from the very marrow of her bones. And I remember the first time she serviced me orally, and the satisfied grin I had after she'd gone home. And I remember going straight to my computer, and sitting there in my bathrobe, writing friendly emails to the other women I had been seeing recently, telling them each how I had met someone really special, and wouldn't be seeing them any more, at least not for a while, until I see how it works out. And in the half-year Cathy and I have been together, her enthusiasm for oral sex has not diminished in the least. It's also pretty clear that her affection for sucking cock goes way back. All the way to her early experiences as a child –a little girl, only eight years old, letting a man put the head of his cock into her small mouth so she could suckle the tip. She sometimes spends minutes just quietly nursing on my tip while we lie in bed, and she's told me that when she does this it always brings back those memories. This night, however, she wasn't just quietly suckling the tip. She began pumping her head back and forth, giving my shaft a most sensual and spirited cocksucking. She took it deep into her mouth, pressing her tongue against it, then sliding her lips up and down its entire length. It wasn't just for me though. I knew it. It was for Jessica. Cathy was putting on a show for her daughter. A demonstration, you might even say. And it felt spectacular. Her mouth slid slowly up and down the shaft of my hard cock, coating it with her saliva – savoring every inch. She then held my cock upward, and licked slowly and lustfully from base to glistening head with the tip of her tongue. I know she wanted Jessica to feast on the sight of my cock – to see how big it was. How hard it was. How delicious it was to lick and take into your mouth. "Mmmm. You really enjoy my cock, don't you?" I asked out loud. This was not an unusual question for our lovemaking. We are often quite vocal during sex, which heightens the experience for both of us. But I found it stupendously erotic to ask that obscene question loud enough for Jessica to overhear. I wanted Jessica to hear her answer, as well. Cathy moaned "Mm-hm." I could tell as committed as she was to letting her daughter see her having sex with me, she was still feeling a tad awkward about saying this out loud. So, I pressed her to respond. "Tell me, Cathy. Tell me how you feel about my cock," I urged. We both knew I meant, 'Tell Jessica'. She pulled off of it, and continued sliding her hand up and down its slippery length. "I love it," she said softly, but not really loud enough for young Jessica to hear very well. "I love your cock." "Tell me how it feels in your mouth, Sweetheart. Tell me." I insisted softly. Cathy became suddenly bolder, as though she'd crossed a mental obstacle and realized she truly wanted her daughter to see her like this. She wanted Jessica to know the truth about her, that her mother is a woman with who revels in open, passionate, adventurous sexuality. Eagerly. Without shame. Without hiding. "It feels so wonderful in my mouth!" she now said in earnest. "I love having your cock in my mouth. I love sucking your beautiful cock!" There was no doubt that Jessica would have been able hear her mother's lust filled words that time. But I could hardly believe what she said next. "Please let me suck it some more. Please, Tom? Please?" Holy shit. She was actually begging for it. "Please let me suck on it," she cooed, almost whining. "I want to suck it. Please?" Kneeling before me. Her daughter watching. Begging permission to suck my cock like a nymphomaniac in heat. That was more that I ever would have expected. "Then go ahead, Babe. Suck on it for me! Show me how much you love it!" I commanded. Cathy eagerly enveloped my cock with her mouth. I reached down, lightly pulling her head towards me. Again, we both knew what I really meant was 'Show Jessica'. "That's it! Ohhhhhhhhh yeah. Suck me, Cathy!" I groaned. "It feels so good. I love you so much!" Knowing that Jessica was watching had fanned the flames of Cathy's lust to such extent, I have never felt a woman suck so hard and stroke me so eagerly in my life. I bucked my hips forward, and began fucking her mouth in time. "That's a good girl. Suck my cock, just like that." I moaned as I thrust forward and pulled her face against it. "I love you so much. I love… how you suck me!" She moaned deeply and dropped her hands to the backs of my thighs, pulling me toward her, and pressed her mouth forward even more. I felt my cock slide deeper for a moment, to the very back of her throat. Her lips wrapped around the very base of my cock, her nose nuzzled my pubic hair for one brief second, then she slid back with tightly closed, watering eyes, and continued her sensual bobbing motion over its length. It wasn't just her neck that she bobbed with, either. Her entire body moved in a sensuous spinal wave as her hips ground the in rhythm to the back and forth motion of her head, almost like a pelvic dance. I gripped the sides of her head tightly, taking a handful of hair in each fist, muttering "I love you so much. My cock loves your mouth! So much!" I glanced towards the door and could see the outline of Jessica's small form in the shadows. The door was open just a bit wider. Was it just my imagination or did I see her shadowy figure moving? Was she rubbing her own little pussy while watching me pump my cock into her mother's mouth? I seriously hoped she was. I wanted to lock my gaze upon that doorway, to stare openly at the little girl, to see what she was doing. I fought an intense urge to make unbroken eye contact with her, to let her know I saw her watching, and liked it; and show her graphically that her mom was my happy slut-toy to use in any way I wish; to say to her with clear actions 'See Jessica? See how I fuck your mother's mouth? See how much she loves it?' I had a powerful impulse to reach out to little Jessica, to beckon to her, to see if she would come out of her room to kneel beside her mother. But I didn't fix my gaze. I didn't beckon to her. Instead, I quickly looked away, not wanting the child to know that I saw her, not wanting to scare her off. The excitement of the moment had me very close to cumming, and I wasn't ready for that yet. I wanted to make this last, to take full advantage of this kinky opportunity. There was much more I wanted to show Jessica. So much more. "Honey," I said. "Stop for a second." I held the sides of Cathy's head in my palms, halting her motion, and slowly slid my engorged cock from between her lips. She looked up at me, panting. Her eyes were glazed, and burned with a consuming lust. Her hands rubbed the backs of my legs as she knelt before me, eagerly waiting to see if I was going to put it back in her mouth, or had something else in mind. My cock throbbed powerfully, bobbing in the cool, open air. I could practically feel the little girl's eyes locked excitedly upon the full length of my moist, throbbing erection. I had to concentrate hard to squelch my impending orgasm, barely holding it back. The certainty that Jessica was devouring it with her eyes in childish fascination almost made me lose control and cum by accident. Right on Cathy's face. It was that close. This was far and away the sexiest situation I had ever found myself in, and I knew I didn't want it to be over so soon. I also knew that if I didn't give my cock a rest, a chance to 'reset' so to speak, that it would all be over very quickly. I had an idea. "Come here, baby. Come with me," I said, reaching down and pulling Cathy to her feet. She rose with complete compliance, though a bit unsteadily. I led her to an easy chair that more or less faced Jessica's room. "Sit down here, Sweetie," I told her softly. I realized that I was talking to Cathy like she was the little girl. In some strange sense she was Jessica to me at that moment. I was making love to Cathy as thought she was the young girl. Cathy seemed to understand this and totally went along with it, following my directions with utter willingness and childlike cooperation. I had Cathy sit back in the lazy-boy. I slid my hands up her legs and over her hips, and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pantyhose. She lifted her ass off the seat so I could pull them down and off her legs. She never wears panties with pantyhose, so with this action, we were now both totally naked in the brightly lit family room. I spread her legs slowly apart. It was so kinky for Jessica to see my cock. But there was a whole other layer of eroticism here. Her Mother. I wanted Jessica to have a good look at her mother's wet pussy. I wanted her to see it while I touched it; while I licked it. I positioned Cathy slightly sideways in the chair, so my head wouldn't be in the way, and gently shifted her far leg out, almost over my shoulder. Cathy shifted her weight slightly to one hip, turning her pelvis up in the seat, obviously with the same exhibitionistic idea, but trying not to let it look too intentional. I had to smile. I wasn't lying when I said I loved her. Her sexy sexy desires and mine just clicked and meshed with almost eerie synchronicity. It was almost scary. I knelt a little to the side. Jessica should now have a very detailed view from her vantage point. I smiled. She would be able to watch my every move. I let my fingers slide slowly up and down Cathy's exposed pussy lips. It was dripping wet and her juices made the entire cunt glisten. I let my fingers spread her labia apart, revealing her excited clit. The tip of my finger moved lightly back and forth over it. "Oh Cathy, you're sooooo wet." I said. "You must really like this. Do you?" "Yes," she answered with a sensuous moan. For an instant it seemed we both meant doing this under the watchful eye of her young daughter. And perhaps we did. But saying that out loud would give away that we knew she was there, so I clarified the ambiguity for little Jessica's sake. "You like it when I play with your pussy?" I asked. "Yes. It feels so good." She mewed. "Please. Play with my pussy. Please. I like it so much when you touch me there." Her voice had an erotic sing song lilt to it. A little girl's inflection. I had to smile. My finger kept sliding up and down the length of her slit. "What do you want me to do, Cathy? Tell me what would make you feel good. I'll do anything you want." "I want you to lick it!" she blurted out, almost like a bratty child. "Lick it! Make it feel nice." "Mmmm… That's a very good idea." I leaned over and smelled the unmistakable scent of sex. My finger was absolutely dripping with Cathy's juices and I knew that I would be literally drinking her in. I turned my head slightly and tried to make sure Jessica could see my tongue as it connected. I started at the bottom of Cathy's cunt and slowly worked my tongue upward. As I anticipated, my tongue was coated with her pussy juice. I continued to move upward until my tongue moved lightly over the clit. "Ohhhhhhh yeah," Cathy groaned with a shudder. She reached down and pulled my face harder against her as I placed the tip of my tongue against her clit and flicked quickly back and forth. At the same time, my finger penetrated her vagina and pressed upwards against the roof. The soft flesh was contracting, which meant that she was already nearing orgasm. Good lord, that was fast. She must be amazingly turned on by all this. "Oh yeah. Don't stop... It feels so good. Lick me, Tom!" With my face pressed hard against Cathy's cunt, I was in no position to speak, so I just moaned loudly in agreement – letting the subtle vibrations of my rumbling voice further stimulate her clitoris. "Oh god! Ohhhhhhh suck it! It feels so good!" Cathy moaned. Despite the committed business of my mouth, I couldn't help but smile for a sec. She was vocalizing her erotic encouragements for her daughter to overhear, just like I had. My finger began stroking hard and fast as I pressed upward against her sweet spot. From her overall state of arousal, I knew this would bring her off quickly. Her juices continued to flow and coated my face, smearing over my chin. I didn't care. I relished it. I wanted more. I flicked my tongue across her clit as my finger fucked her pussy with long steady strokes. I felt Cathy tense and I knew she was starting to cum. That had to be a world record, it was so quick. Like a hair trigger, firing off with just the slightest genital stimulation. She squealed with pleasure as her orgasm hit full blast. Her back arched and her body rocked as she ground her cunt against my mouth. "Yes! OH FUCK!" She yelled this out so loud Jessica would have easily heard, even had the door been closed and she lay safely in bed. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. I moaned loudly into her crotch and continued to press my fingers and tongue tightly against her. I have experienced Cathy's orgasms many times – but this was especially powerful. I knew she was thinking about her young daughter watching; her sweet Jessica, witnessing her mother writhe in pleasure like a wanton slut, my mouth latched onto her soggy cunt. She rode the climax for what seemed at least a minutes. I had to angle my face upward a bit to breath through my nose. By the time I felt her orgasm begin to subside, I was going crazy with lust. Her tense muscles finally slackened, and she relaxed back into the chair, a thin glisten of sweat on her naked body. "Did you like that?" I asked. "Oh yeeeaaah," she said hoarsely. "Oh, you like having your pussy licked, don't you Sweetie?" I added for Jessica's benefit. "Yes. So much. Oral sex is the BEST!" She squirmed a little, a happy smile on her lips and voice. "That's a good girl." I rose up and kissed Cathy full on the mouth. She groaned with pleasure, tasting her own juices. This always turned us both on and I hoped it would excite Jessica as well. Cathy let her tongue lap across my cheeks and chin, openly licking her own cream from my face. I rose to my feet before her, my cock rock hard and towering up in front of me. I turned slightly so Jessica could get a good look at it from her doorway; letting her admire it, hoping she was thoroughly titillated by the sight. I took it into my hand and lightly stroked it a couple times, looking down at the sexy, naked reclining mother; then released it so Jessica could see its full length once again. It felt great knowing that the young girl saw me do that. I stood above the girl's mother, my stiff penis jutting proudly in the air. "Do you want me to fuck you now?" "Yes," Cathy whined, looking up at me. Her lower lip stuck out in a child's pout. "You can fuck me." I almost thought she was going to call me 'Mister', like she sometimes does, but she didn't. "You can put it inside me. I want you to." Her eyes dropped to my engorged cock, and she began exaggeratedly licking her lips as her hand moved to cup her own pussy. She was the perfect picture of lustful horniness. God, I love her so much. I slowly knelt back down between Cathy's spread legs, and ran one hand over her beautiful ass, encouraging her to tilt her pelvis up just a little more toward Jessica's room. It was a bit of an awkward position, but I felt so carried away by what we were doing, I wanted Jessica to see everything. The very idea of it was so kinky, so exciting. As turned on as I was, knowing the sweet little girl was looking at my man-sized, raging hard-on; a huge part of the thrill was also knowing that she was watching her own mother doing all these things. And more than anything else, right then, I wanted Jessica to see her mom being fucked. And I don't mean just to see her mother and me lying together and moving; I mean I wanted there to be zero question in her young mind exactly what was happening: I wanted her utterly aware of my rigid cock shoved deep inside her mother's body. I wanted her to see it with her own eyes. I smiled. The way Cathy lay turned sideways on her hip, one leg hitched up, little Jessica's view of the action would be pornographically explicit. It also crossed my mind that the position was so unusual in the way it gave a frontal view of her reclining mom, that it would be totally obvious to any casual observer that we were exposing ourselves like this intentionally. Could the young and inexperienced girl tell that our position was so purposely posed for her benefit? That it was for her viewing pleasure? At that moment, I didn't really care. In fact, I found myself sort of hoping that she DID guess that we knew she was there, and were 'letting' her watch. Giving her a show. 'Watch this, Jessica,' I thought. 'Watch what happens next.' I moved forward on my knees, sliding the head of my cock down through the folds of Cathy's sweet cunt. As the head passed across her clit, Cathy shook once more with pleasure. "Here you go, baby. Are you ready to feel my cock inside you?" I asked, once again making sure my voice would carry just enough for the sweet child to hear my words. "Yes! Put it in!" she whined, matching my volume, and rising up just a little higher; turning a tad more toward the door in excitement. She wanted exactly the same thing I did. She wanted Jessica to see it enter her. "Let me show you I love you," I said. "Let me show you how much I love you." I kept the head of my cock right at the entrance. Cathy responded. "Show me. Fuck me! Do it to me, Honey!" her voice growing louder and louder, more and more reckless and insistent. "Do you love me?" I asked. "Yes. Oh yes. I love you!" she groaned, reaching up and grabbing my hips. She began to pull me into her. "Please, Tom. FUCK ME!" "Good girl! That's a good girl!" I moaned as I let my rigid shaft slowly penetrate her hot, wet pussy. "Here it comes, Sweetie!" I pushed forward. It slid in easily. Cathy reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me tight against her; pulling me deeply into her cunt, until I was fully buried. We both exhaled with pleasure. "Ohhhhhhh yeah." I groaned as I backed a bit to pull my cock slowly out, then thrust back in. I felt my cock's head angled upward, pushing against the roof of her vagina as it slid into that warm tunnel. I pulled out again, as far as I dared, until the flanged head peeked out between her clinging inner lips, and slowly pressed forward again, aiming my head specifically to rub across her sweet spot, which lay about two inches in. I gave three or four shallow strokes across that magic spot, and Cathy cried out, her body tensing dramatically. Bullseye. I looked down at my stiff rod sticking in Cathy's hole, watching it move in and out. The fleshy, pink wings of her inner folds clung to its shaft; pulling outward, peeking into view on each backstroke. I reflected on how the sweet child's eyes were certainly riveted there at this very moment. 'This is "fucking", Jessica,' I thought, as if in mental conversation with the child. 'Look. See? This is what fucking is. See where my cock is? It's in your mother's pussy. Do you like seeing me fuck your mom? Do you like seeing my cock pushing up inside her? Are you wondering what it feels like? You are, aren't you? Oh yeah. You have a pussy too, don't you, Jessica? Just like your mother does. Are you touching yourself right now? Are you touching your little pussy while you watch me fuck your mom? Is your finger up inside? In imitation? Are you pretending it's a cock inside you, imagining what it would feel like?' "OH GOD!!" Cathy called out, and sort of lurched toward me, and pulled me deep inside once again, trembling with excitement. With this adjustment, she was no longer lying quite as sideways, so I knew Jessica could no longer see my cock actually embedded in her mother. But I felt deep satisfaction, savoring the knowledge that the image was burnt inexorably into the child's sweet little mind. She would have that image with her at Sunday school. She would have it on the playground during recess. She would have that image with her whenever she flirts with boys, and starts dating, and when she loses her own virginity. For the rest of her life she will remember my cock, and sometimes think about it as she fucks men in the decades to come. Every cock that enters her, she will unconsciously compare to mine, and judge in reference to mine. The length… the size and shape of the head… the slight upward bend when hard… all these were how a cock is 'supposed' to be. As first one she saw, my cock will always be the 'perfect' cock for her. The gold standard. I proceeded to fuck Cathy with long, slow strokes; a smile upon my lips. It felt so damn sexy, knowing little Jessica was watching. I tensed my stomach and chest muscles for her, wanting her to lust after my body. There had been any number of times when sweet Jessica had asked me to 'make a muscle' for her, and I had complied, flexing my bicep. And I remember how cute she was-- and how good it was for my ego-- that she got all animated watching my shirtless morning pushups and crunches, wanting to participate by counting them for me and doing some herself. And I remember how soft her hands were when she ran them over my hard flexed arms afterwards, feeling my muscles, and giggling in obvious admiration. And how much she enjoyed getting me to show how strong I was by lifting her up into the air. Well, how do you like my muscles now, Jessica? How do you like my big cock? How do you like seeing it shoved deep inside your horny mother? You like it a lot, don't you? Yes. You like it a lot. I know you do. I grasped the backs of Cathy's thighs and started thrusting in and out forcefully. I looked upon the woman I loved lying back in the chair, being slammed to the hilt. Cathy began running her hands excitedly up and down her naked body; sliding them up, across her bare skin, lustfully grasping at and kneading her own breasts, pinching the nipples. Then she slid her hands down her naked stomach to the lovely patch of hair between her legs; then back up to her breasts and back down to her spread thighs; writhing and rubbing herself up and down in uncontrolled frenzy while I fucked her. Somehow I knew what was going through her mind. She was feeling her own naked flesh in imitation of what she must imagine young Jessica to be doing at the doorway. She was trying to experience what her daughter would be feeling, while watching her. She was projecting herself into her daughter's viewpoint, trying to empathize with the excitement she must feel from seeing all this. She was lustfully rubbing her hands all over herself in demonstration of what to do; what to do with all the sexy sexy fellings. Touch yourself, Honey. Touch yourself all over. Her hands slid down to her cock-stuffed pussy and she began to frig her clit wildly; thrashing and grinding on her back; calling out, "Oh god. Oh god!"; thinking, 'Do this, Baby. Rub yourself like this'. Cathy began to quiver and tremble, feeling the blissful release of being truly, fully, and utterly exposed to her young daughter. For nearly two years after her divorce she had labored diligently to conceal her active sex life from her sweet angel, never letting any man show physical affection of any kind in front of her, thinking she needed to be a good, upstanding example. And she's told me how dishonest she felt, how bottled up, keeping it all secret, living this dual life split between passion and propriety. She loved Jessica more than life itself, and desperately hated the feeling of subterfuge and hiding and sneaking around and locked doors and late night visits after Jessica had gone to bed. She loved sex so much! But hated the pang of guilt from keeping it secret from her daughter, as though there must be something wrong with it, if she had to keep it hidden from the person she loved most in the world. I gazed down on Cathy. She had an expression of intense liberation, of utter joy on her face, a look of profound happiness and release, feeling my cock ramming up inside her; knowing her daughter was watching her fuck. Barriers, boundaries, the need for lies broken down, shattered. The subterfuge at an end, as young Jessica observed the open truth about her mother. She loved sex. She adored it. She LOVED it! It was a secret no more. Sex is not bad, it's good. Sex is good. Sex is good. Sex is wonderful. Sex is glorious. She felt closer to her daughter now than she had in years, reveling in the knowledge that the truth of her life was hidden no more. At long last. Freedom. Honesty. The veil of lies between them shed away like her clothes fallen to the floor. "Fuck me, Tom. Oh YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!!" she cried out, unashamed. No secrets. At last. No secrets from her sweet sweet baby, her reason for living. Her hands pushed down further between her legs, so my rigid shaft slid wetly between them. She felt my cock moving inside her from both inside and out. She pressed my pistoning cock between her hands, feeling the slick warm viscous juices of our sex smearing onto them with each stroke. Her body lurched. Her head snapped back. She raised one hand to her mouth and began licking; sucking drunkenly at her own taste, wiped off my plunging cock. She lurched again with a loud gasp and raised the other hand to her mouth as well; wildly lapping her slippery fluids off both hands now; trembling and panting in orgasmic frenzy. I felt her wet cunt gripping me tightly as the muscles contracted, and felt my own orgasm welling up in my balls, triggered by the erotic sight of her licking at her own juices, swimming in sex with all her senses, wallowing in sensuous uninhibited acceptance of absolute carnal lust. And willingly-- eagerly-- doing it all under the impressionable gaze of her darling daughter. It was beyond anything I had ever hoped to witness. It was only a matter of seconds before I would ejaculate. I thrust my cock hard and fast into Cathy's pussy. "You feel so good! You love me so good!" I grunted. "I'm cumming!" "Yes! Yes!" she cried out. I love letting loose deep inside Cathy, but felt a powerful lust for Jessica to see it happen. I wanted the little girl to see my orgasm. Oh yes. I wanted her to see it. I thrust my cock one last time, feeling it tingle and throb. It was beginning. I pulled out of Cathy and scrambled quickly up over her on the chair. She reached out to me, craned her neck forward and excitedly opened her mouth for my stiff, wet, about to fire, cock. Oh my god. Her mouth. What a beautiful target. But I felt the semen surging up within me and knew I would never make it all the way up to her mouth. So I settled onto her upper stomach, straddling her body, getting quickly into position. Her naked chest would have to do. When she saw that I was only climbing up high enough to cum on her body, she dropped her head back with a knowing grin, and immediately grabbed my shaft to pump me slippery between both hands. She realized what I had in mind. She welcomed the idea. "Cum for me!" she called out. "Let me see it!" I knew she meant, 'let Jessica see it'. My pulsing cock towered over her. It felt enormous in the little girl's eyes. "Ohhhhhhhh FUCK!" I groaned as the climax hit. A thick white jet of cum shot out across Cathy's chest, up to her collar bone. She turned quickly in the chair so the second squirt landed right across her swollen tit, and over her erect nipple. The third and fourth shots didn't shoot out as far, but landed as blobs clinging to the underside of her breast and down her ribs. I felt very powerful, at that moment; looking down on Cathy with my semen freshly splattered across her naked chest. I felt like a tomcat marking my territory. My long and mighty penis throbbing in her grasp; my heart beating like a drum. I smiled with a deep satisfaction, glancing for an instant to see that the door was still cracked. It was. I saw Cathy's eyes glance as well. We both knew she was still watching. I wondered if young Jessica understood what had just happened, or if she perhaps thought I had just peed on her mom. Cathy pulled me up slightly higher, and began putting on quite a show of rubbing the tip of my cock against her moist boob and nipple, smearing my cum around with it. I watched her do this for a short while, then climbed up even higher, presenting it to her lovely lips. She accepted my still-pulsing cock eagerly, and began sucking; her firm grip and suction milking the last drops of cum from my balls. I could feel the suction, the pulling, the milking, while my orgasm slowly ebbed. It felt fantastic. I petted her hair, muttering, "That's right, Baby. Suck it out. Mmmmm. Suck all the cum out, Baby." When she seemed satisfied that no more would come out, she slipped her lips off it and looked down at her cum- splattered chest. A strange smile crossed her lips. She let go with one hand and scooped a big white glob onto her finger, then raised the finger to the tip of my cock and carefully wiped the glob onto my flared head. She then took my cock back into her mouth, with a loud, languorous moan of pleasure. When that glob had been thoroughly sucked clean, she looked down for another, gathered more on her finger, applied it lovingly to my head, then sucked it clean again. I'd never seen a woman do that before. What a thing to let her daughter see! Oh god, I love her so much! Then, after these second and third helpings of semen were gone, she slipped her lips off it, and began slowly licking at the fresh pussy taste coating my shaft. She loves doing that. The way she does it reminds me of a cat bathing her kittens. I've never met a woman who enjoys the taste of her own pussy as much as Cathy does. She loves kissing after cunnilingus, often likes to suck me after fucking, and even gets very turned on showing me how she licks her fingers while she plays with herself. It's one of her more endearing, kinkier quirks. I looked down at her as she licked at the slippery juice on my still hard shaft, and remembered several conversations we'd had on the subject. When I'd asked her if maybe she wasn't a closet lesbian, given her fondness for the taste of her own pussy, she told me that she had indeed fooled around with her younger sister a bit when they were kids, and had had two lesbian affairs in college. She also told me of a single ménage e' tois she'd had with her sister and brother in law in her early twenties. But, despite these forays into bisexuality, she ultimately decided she enjoyed "doing her thing" too much to be a lesbian. She decided she was meant for men, because women just don't have cocks to suck on. Continued in part 3... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 35