Frank explains the situation.

"Susan's getting me a drink," Frank answered, taking a sip. "I needed one after fucking her and your other daughter."

"Both? You...you fucked both of them?" Donna gasped incredulously. He noticed that she'd changed into a tight white dress that showed an impressive amount of cleavage, and smiled quietly at the sight of her.

"Both of them. This one's still got some energy left, but the other one's all fucked out in the other room. See for yourself."

Donna looked confused and conflicted, emotions chasing each other across her face as she stared at Susan and Frank for a moment, then strode into the other room, gasping at the sight of Maya sprawled and oozing cream.

"How...how..." she sputtered, looking at Frank. He noticed that her nipples had stiffened under the fabric of her dress and he grinned at her, raising his glass in a toast.

"Susan! Go upstairs! I'll...I'll deal with you later!"

"Mom! Don't...

"Don't 'Mom' me young lady! Do as you're told!"

Susan pouted sullenly and looked at Frank as she stepped closer to him, glaring defiance at her mother. Frank chuckled and squeezed her rump, then slapped it and pointed to the stairs.

"Do what you're told," he said with a nod, smiling after the teen as she obeyed, looking over her shoulder with anxious, wanton eyes.

"I don't know what's gotten into her," Donna huffed in irritation.

"This did," Frank answered with a chuckle, holding his cock. "Good and fucking hard too."

"You...you..." she sputtered.

"Dirty old bastard is the expression you're looking for," he laughed. "Look sweetie, what's done is done. Two horny young girls got the fucking they wanted. No harm done. Have some lemonade and another pastry. That dress looks great on you by the way. Like a second skin."

"Ummm...thank you...I guess..." she muttered, shaking her head but taking a big bite of pastry. "I should be kicking your ass...or calling a cop..."

"To tell them what? That your slutty daughters just got fucked? They consented, hell they asked for it. And they're of age. Cops would laugh at you. Calm down and enjoy your pastry. You liked the ones you had earlier didn't you?"

"They're very good...I just...just can't believe that they...both of them..."

"They were eating each other's pussies too," Frank laughed at the shock on Donna's face. "I don't know if that's something new for them but they got right into it." He took another drink and grinned at her. "You aren't jealous are you Donna?"

"Ummm...I...no of course not...why....why would I be jealous..."

"You bought that dress while you were out, didn't you? Was it to show off that fine body of yours? Your husband isn't home, so I'm wondering if you planned to show it off to me." He smiled lazily, his cock thickening as he looked at the conflicted mother.

"You...you think...you think I was wanting you?" she stammered, her gaze falling to his cock then pulling away to his face. "I just...liked it...nothing wrong with a woman...wanting to look pretty..."

"Nothing at all. Your daughters looked pretty with a cock stuck in them. You should have seen them."

"Oh God..." she murmured, taking a big swig of lemonade, her lush body wriggling slightly. Frank reached out and touched her hand making her gasp sharply.

"How...how were they...were they...good?"

"They were enthusiastic, but they still have lots to learn. They look like they'll be good students though. Maya was better. She has some kinks. Susan was a little timid. Of course...that makes it more fun sometimes."

"Oh God..." Donna moaned again, her face confused as Frank moved a little closer, sliding his hand up her arm.