Counteroffers

“But I’m not a lesbian!” Catherine blurted out. “I, I’ve never even thought about s, sex with another woman! Especially not with my mother! There has to be another way. Please, can’t something else be done?”

“Be a good girl, Cathy doll,” Lynette said with a grin. “Let’s put that tart little tongue of yours to use in your mother’s hot box while experiencing this gentleman’s hard cock in yours.”

“Mother!” the young woman gasped, paling. “I told you to never call me that again!” She rounded on Francis. “And you!”

“What about me?” he smirked.

“Does it,” she glanced at her mother’s spread pussy, frowning, “Does it have to be me?”

“And you have something better to offer?” the young man asked, arching a thick eyebrow.

“Um,” Catherine chewed at her lip.

“Well?”

“I really don’t,” the schoolgirl admitted with a sigh. “But I can’t do that to my mother! I just can’t!”

“Well then,” Francis shrugged. “I guess I should just leave you two here to talk it over.”

“No!” the young woman gasped grabbing at his arm. “You can’t do that!”

“What’s going to stop me?” he asked.

“Please,” the green-eyed girl said softly, straddling his leg and rubbing her crotch against him. “Can’t you just fuck me alone? Without anyone watching?”

“I don’t know,” he smiled ruefully.

Catherine glanced at her mother, chewing at her lip and thinking.

“Could you fuck me and my mother?” she offered in a low voice.

“Catherine!” Lynnette cried in shock, overhearing her daughter. “How could you? I’m your mother!”

“And you’re masturbating to this strange man’s cock!” the young woman sharply said.

“So?” the mother arched a thin eyebrow. “I’m imagining it my mouth, not my pussy. That’s for your father only!”

“Please,” the schoolgirl turned back to Francis, humping his leg sensually, “Let’s work something out. Maybe I could get you into Starling, hmmm? There are lots of girls there who are well-moneyed, fresh and legal.”

Francis looked down into Catherine’s gleaming green eyes, aware of the dampness spreading along his trousers. Yes, he considered, there are possibilities with the Sterling Starlings, the Vestal Virgins of town. Too bad she won’t go down on her mother, he frowned. Perhaps Lynette would go down on her instead. The young man grinned, looking over at the masturbating woman. Possibilities indeed.