Daddy can take a hint...

“Ah yeah, I can see what you mean there!” , my father said, “a girls gets a thousand times hornier when she doesn’t control the action herself, right?”, and turning to my mother, “Nancy, that’s exactly how it works for you as well! “

My mother’s lips were nothing but a pencil line in her face by now. She had crossed her arms, and made an apparent vow to not say a word. But she couldn’t keep that up even for a few minutes, and she burst out: “Look, it’s all good that you want to fuck this slut. And that’s fine with me, it is the deal between us, you can fuck whoever you want, even this cheap… “, she gestured an arm, ”whorey… “, she gestured the other arm even bigger, “BIMBO! But surely you know that your daughter is here as well, right? She was never part of any… deal! Come, Jessica… this is not a good place for us!”

She got up and stretched out her arm to me, inviting me to take her hand so she could rush out of here. But I didn’t take it, and just said: “I’m actually enjoying myself, mum. I don’t feel like going home at all. But you can go, if you want.”

That one hit hard. I had been quarreling with my mother a lot recently, usually about her being unable to realize that I had grown up. I was still a virgin, but that wasn’t really a conscious choice; my mother had simply managed to torpedo all the candidates to settle that in an early stage. I was sick of her, and her overprotective ways… I was an adult now, at least I should start exploring what type of adult stuff I actually enjoyed, right? My mother obviously thought that Fred was a creep, and would never dream of consuming her own end of the “deal” with him. But I kind of liked him; I have always been attracted to older men and he was really quite charming. And besides, if you could bring a woman to submit to him the way Debbie did, he must possess quite some powers to please a woman. I was interested in exploring those powers, and wouldn’t want to leave this place for any price in the world right now.

My mother was caught by surprise by my refusal to leave. It upset her even more, but without any support at all, there was very little she could do. She could rush off of course, but in that case she didn’t have ANY chance to play the virtuous chaperone for her daughter. So she decided not to, and sagged down on the couch again, with the thin lips again as a visible statement that she didn’t agree with anything that was happening anyway.

This was the moment Debby chose to speak. She withdrew her hand from her pussy, managed to spread her legs even further, and said: “You heard my husband… and his wish is my command. So maybe you would like to continue juicing me up, Mr. Jenkins?”

Dad’s hand was already starting a forward motion, when I interrupted him: “No, let’s not. Allow me to do the honors… it feels great to have the opportunity to play with a pussy that is not my own!”

Fred cheered the idea: “Yes, Jessica, I think that’s a very good idea! Playing an other pussy is definitely different than playing your own… and it is an important life skill to do that properly as well! “

My father didn’t speak, but he withdrew his own hand in apparent approval. I leaned forward towards the coffee table, and examined her pussy from close by. Both the clit and the labia were already swollen, and there was enough juice there to make everything glisten between her navel and mid-thighs. I was thinking what kind of thing I would enjoy myself, when I had masturbated myself to this point, in bed late at night. I stretched out my index finger and placed the tip of it on the top of her clit. I seemed to throb slightly. I pushed it a bit, and started a rubbing motion up and down along with it. I was rewarded by increase moaning. When I looked at her, she had closed her eyes again.

My mom had averted her eyes, as if that would detach her from the scene in front of her. Of course it didn’t, her daughter was playing the clit of a new neighbor right in front of her… but maybe she managed not to notice or something?

Dad looked less horny than he had a few minutes ago; he seemed genuinely baffled by the idea that his daughter was jumping into this little game so enthousiastically.

And Fred, well, I think he had the time of his life. It had been obvious that he drooled over my body. I had casually noticed that since we met him this afternoon; many men drooled over the youthful features of a girl like me, and I had gotten kind of used to having my body visually explored by men quite often. But it was something more than that now, he realized that if I joined this game, playing his wife like that, it wasn’t just the wet dream an older man feels when he looks at a young girl, without much hope of actually getting it. The fact that I played her, quite shamelessly, under the eyes of her husband and my own parents, made him realize that I might be open for different games as well, and that realization raced straight into his dick; I could see the clear bulge of a solid hard-on in his pants.

I smiled my most charming smile at him as I increased my rubbing speed on Marcy’s clit. Then I turned to my father, smiled at him as well, and said: "I think she's ready to take your dick now, dad."