16 year old Cindy has some questions for her neighbor, Bob, that he'd like
to answer, if only it wouldn't end him up in jail.  So he takes her home to
her mom, who decides that She and Bob can demonstrate a few things so Cindy
will understand.  But watching's not enough for this hot teen, and she
decides to try it out for herself.

Codes: MF Mf 1st teen cons lolita het preg

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   Mr.  Wilson's Lessons

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)


   Bob Wilson was lying in a hammock, swinging gently in the breeze and
watching Cindy mow his lawn.  He worked out of his house, had few needs and
could probably have retired if he'd wanted to.  Gloria Drasny was his next
door neighbor and Cindy was her daughter.  Bob had known her since she was
born.  He'd been her babysitter when she was a toddler, reading her stories
and playing games with her.  That was before her father, Gene, had died in
an aircraft accident, leaving Gloria alone with an 8 year old to raise. 
Bob had sort of taken over the father chores in raising Cindy.  He'd helped
her with her science projects, put her bicycle together for her, repaired
broken dolls and things like that.  When she'd turned eleven he'd hired her
to do his yard work and taught her the various skills a jack of all trades
home handywoman needed to know to get along in the world.

   Bob had never married.  He couldn't have told you why, except that no
woman had ever made him feel the need to do that.  He'd had his share of
relationships and no woman had found him wanting in bed.  He just hadn't
ever had his heart stolen.

   Cindy was pushing the power mower across his back yard.  She had on her
usual summer outfit - a sleeveless button up shirt with the tails tied just
above her belly button and loose gym shorts.  Her dark blond hair was in a
pony tail that swayed and fluttered as she walked and her once-white tennis
shoes were now stained green.  She was sweating and wiped the back of one
hand across her forehead.

   As he watched her, Bob noticed several things in a row and his whole
world began to tilt to one side, making him feel like he was going to fall
out of the hammock.

   The first thing he noticed was when she wiped the sweat from her brow.
Almost immediately he noticed that her shirt was sweat soaked and clinging
to her torso like a second skin.  The next thing he noticed was that she
wasn't wearing a bra ...  because he could clearly see the outlines of her
teenaged nipples through the shirt.  They were puffy cones on top of larger
very firm cones.  They weren't erect, exactly, but they were clearly
defined.  For some reason that made Bob look at her legs.  The knobby
knees, scrapes and scabs he expected to see were nowhere in sight.  Instead
he saw long slim well-tanned legs that belonged on a woman much older than
Cindy's sixteen years.  She turned the mower and began to walk away from
him across the yard.  His eyes fell to her buttocks, high, tight, saucy
bouncing globes under the slick cloth of her shorts.  The right one raised
slightly and then dropped as the left one took it's place.  Up and down,
back and forth, and suddenly Bob realized his mouth was hanging open.

   Where was the little girl he'd almost help raise?  This creature was
almost a woman and was flat ass gorgeous!  He saw some of Gloria in her
now. Gloria was also a knockout, though more heavily fleshed, with the
rounded curves of maturity.  She'd been devastated by Gene's death and had
never even dated after that.  Bob had lusted after her when Gene was alive,
but couldn't bring himself to approach her afterward.  It just hadn't
seemed right.  They'd been more than friends, with his involvement in her
daughter's upbringing and Gloria had seemed to accept that he could provide
something she couldn't, but there had never been any hanky panky between
them.  Now their relationship was easy and casual, like lifelong friends
often have.

   His eyes went back to Cindy and he realized that his penis had filled
with blood.  He was in good shape and rarely wore more than gym shorts,
like Cindy had on, during the summertime.  Those shorts now had an obvious
tent in the front of them as his cock stiffened.  He felt a flash of shame,
but then rationalized it by admitting that Cindy was, in fact, a babe and
was, in fact, in the blush of womanhood.  Genetically she was the prime age
to attract a mate and her body was perfectly capable of bearing children.
It was only normal to notice that, being a male, and being genetically
driven to help such a female become pregnant.

   That, of course, wouldn't mean anything to Cindy, should she become
aware of his hardon.  While they had talked about a great many things in
past years, sex had not been one of them.  It occurred to him that neither
Gloria nor he had been much of a role model for male/female relationships,
and that Cindy probably knew only as much as her friends had told her about
sex.  That brought his eyes back to her achingly sexy body and his dick
only got bigger and harder.  The hammock was strung between the only two
trees in the middle of his back yard, about 40 yards from the back deck. 
If he got up everyone in the neighborhood would be able to see his
erection, Cindy included.  So he stayed where he was and surreptitiously
reached inside his shorts and brought the offending organ up to lay flat
against his abdomen.  It still made a lump in his shorts, but it wasn't
quite as obvious.

   All would have been well except for one small thing.  Cindy just
happened to be looking at Bob when he reached into his shorts to adjust his
boner.  At first she didn't understand what she was seeing.  Why would
"Uncle" Bob reach into his shorts?  He was moving his hand around in there.
What in the world was he doing?  Then, the only possible answer flooded her
mind and she stopped walking for a few seconds.

   Cindy wasn't quite as ignorant as Bob had thought.  She knew what boys
wanted.  Some of her friends had given the boys what they wanted, and had
talked about it endlessly afterward.  It all sounded painful and icky and a
lot of trouble over something that was simple and fun if you used your own
two fingers.  She'd stumbled onto using her own two fingers one time while
she was in the bathtub.  Her mother had told her to wash everything well,
and when she'd washed where she peed from she noticed now nice it felt.  So
she washed and washed and washed and suddenly she felt all prickly and
buzzy inside and had wanted to roll up in a tight little ball.

   Later in bed, in the dark, she'd remembered that feeling and had
experimented.  She found out she could get that buzzy feeling in her own
bed any time she wanted to.  Since then she spent a part of each day lying
on her bed, her coltish legs spread wide, fingers busy stroking her labia
and punishing her teenaged clitty.  She'd never felt driven to go out with
boys like her friends did, but she knew about what hung between their legs,
and that they usually wanted a girl to do something with it.  She was a bit
vague about exactly what they wanted the girls to do, but she thought it
might be something like what she liked to do to herself.

   So when she realized that Bob had been touching his penis, she wondered
why.  Had any other male done that in front of her she'd have thought it
was horrible, but Bob was different.  He was her pal, her Uncle, her
friend. He was the only male who had ever treated her like she had a brain
and knew how to use it.  She remembered her dad, and she still missed him
sometimes, but if Bob had left her life she'd have been devastated.  So if
Bob was touching his penis, then it must be for some good reason.  That led
her to think about all of the wondering she'd been doing lately about this
penis thing.  What did they look like?  Denise had described her
boyfriend's, but she'd obviously been lying.  If any guy had something iron
hard, seven inches long and as big around as three fingers between his legs
there was no way it could ever be hidden.  It would stick out like a sore
thumb.  But Bob had one and maybe he'd let her look at it ...  just so
she'd know what one looked like.

   She looked back at him.  Hmmmmm.  There WAS a sort of lump in the front
of his shorts.  AND, it WAS about seven inches long!  AND it held the
material away from him about as much as three of her fingers would!  Could
Denise have been telling the truth?!  She had to find out.  Without
thinking a thing about it she shut off the mower and went over to sit in a
lawn chair next to Bob.  She was still sweating heavily and she flopped in
the chair.

   "Hey" she said.

   Bob opened the eye he'd just closed so she'd think he'd been napping
instead of checking her out.  "What's up?  Too hot?  Cop a squat and take a
load off." For some reason, using the word "squat" to her made Bob's penis
harden even more.  He wanted to put his hands over the lump in his shorts,
but that would draw her attention to it for sure.  He began to sweat too.

   "Yeah, I'm just taking a break." she said.  She pulled the wet shirt
away from her breasts and flopped it back and forth, trying to get some air
into it.  Bob sighed as her perfect teen titties disappeared from view. 
Well, sort of.  "Hey Bob?" she said.

   "Yeah sweetie?" He closed his eyes again, trying to will his penis to
wilt.

   "I have a question."

   Silence.  Bob cracked an eye and looked at her.  She was staring at him
intently.  "Yeah?" he prompted.

   "Well, it's something we've never talked about and ...  um ..  well, I
don't quite know how to ask."

   She licked her lips and Bob almost groaned.  "Just ask sweetie.  I can't
think of anything we can't talk about." He took a sip of his tea.

   "OK.  Well, it's about your penis." she said as if she was talking about
a piece of jewelry, or his glasses, or something else run-of-the-mill.

   Bob choked, coughed and rolled all at the same time and ended up on the
ground, under the hammock, right at Cindy's feet.  He looked up at the girl
dumbly.  "My penis?" he said, and then couldn't believe he'd said it.

   "Yeah.  I'd like to see it.  I mean I've never seen one and I've been
wondering about them, and I thought maybe it would be OK if I saw yours so
I'd know what they look like and ..." she petered off, eyes downcast.

   "Cindy, honey" he started.  "What in the world brought this on?"

   She looked up.  "Well, I saw you put your hand in your shorts, and that
made me think about what you were doing and I figured you were touching
your penis.  And I've been thinking about them lately.  Denise told me
about her boyfriend's but I didn't believe her cause I didn't think one
could be that big.  But then I saw the lump in your shorts and it was about
the same size as the one Denise was talking about and I thought maybe you'd
let me see yours ..." She ran out of steam again, a little less sure of
herself now.

   Probably ten scenarios flashed through Bob's mind at that instant.  He
fantasized about standing up, whipping it out and what that would lead to -
in his fantasy, of course.  He thought about trying to be clinical about
it, but that led to the same thing in his fantasy.

   In fact, no matter how he thought about it, in his mind's eye he ended
up on top of her naked teen form, fucking her brains out.  Now not only was
he hard, but he was leaking too.  He suddenly realized where he was, and
that the whole neighborhood could see him.  His next flash was of the
Police, putting him into the back of a car.  That cooled him off a little.
But only a little.  He had to do the sensible thing - the only thing that
might salvage the situation.  "Is Gloria home?" he said.

   "Yeah, I think so." she said in a puzzled voice.

   "Come on" he said.  He stood up and, realizing that his prick was
advertising exactly what was on his mind, grabbed up another lawn chair. 
He folded it and held it in front of him.  Then he grabbed Cindy by the
hand and marched her over to her house.  They went in through the back
door. Bob had been going and coming from their house for years, and he
always announced himself the same way.  "Knock knock" he yelled.  "Anybody
home?"

   "In here" came a female voice from deeper in the house.  He followed the
voice, Cindy in tow.

   "Bob!" Cindy whispered loudly "Wait ...  No ...  Don't tell her what I
said ...  Bob!  UNCLE BOB!!!" The last was said aloud, and just as they
entered the family room where Gloria was using her Stairmaster.  She was
dressed in spandex shorts, with an oversized T shirt.  She had her own hair
in the same kind of pony tail that Cindy favored.

   Gloria punched buttons until the machine slowed down.  She looked at her
neighbor, who was beet red and panting like he'd run a marathon.  He was
sweating profusely and holding a lawn chair in front of his body.  Behind
him, and to one side, he was holding her daughter's hand.  Her daughter
wasn't exactly trying to pull her hand free, but she was obviously
embarrassed about something.

   "Bob!  Cindy!  What in the world is going on?" asked Gloria.

   Bob started to blurt out "Cindy wants to see my cock!" but after the
word "Cindy" his brain caught up with his emotions and he stopped cold.  He
couldn't say that.  Well he couldn't say it that way.  While he was trying
to think of what to say Cindy blurted "Please Uncle Bob, don't tell her."

   Gloria stopped stepping and the machine let her down to the floor.  She
got off and stood staring at both of them, hands on hips.  This was getting
very very curious.  "Does somebody want to tell me what's going on here?"
she said.

   Bob stared at her.  Suddenly he saw Cindy as she'd be years from now. 
Fit, trim, firm, beautiful.  A real woman, and astonishingly beautiful.  He
gulped as his boner twitched in his pants.  Oh shit.  What was he going to
do?  Gloria kept staring at him.

   "Bob?" she said.  Her head swiveled to face her daughter.  "Cindy? 
SOMEBODY?" she yelled.

   Her yell startled Bob, and he dropped the chair.  In an instant, the
state of his arousal was painfully visible.  His cock had dropped down from
his stomach and was sticking almost straight out.  It looked like he had a
broomstick in his pants.  Gloria stared directly at it.  Bob yelped and
dropped Cindy's hand.

   Both of his hands flew to cover his hardon.  "SHIT!" he yelled.  "Shit
shit SHIT!!"

   Gloria realized her mouth was hanging open.  She glanced at her
daughter, who was staring at the front of Bob's shorts with a sort of
longing look on her face.  Gloria looked back.  She hadn't thought about
what was making that tent in Bob's shorts for a long time, but it all came
flooding back.  She felt her face begin to flame.  "Bob ...  BOB!!" she
yelled.

   He looked up at her, abject misery on his face.

   "Bob" she said again.  "Sit down." He stared at her.  "SIT!" she barked.


   He sat - on the couch.  Cindy sat down at the other end, not clear at
the end, but not next to him either.  Gloria's eyes narrowed.  Obviously
Cindy wasn't uncomfortable about the fact that her neighbor had what looked
like the King of erections in his pants.  What was going on?

   "OK Bob.  Just breathe for a minute.  Something's obviously upset you.
Take your time and tell me what's going on." she said in a calm voice.  She
hoped it was calm anyway.  She realized her own heart was beating very
fast, and it wasn't because of the Stairmaster.

   He finally began to breathe more slowly.  "OK.  Um ...  well ...  Cindy
was mowing the lawn." he started.  Then he stopped, like that explained
something.

   "And ...?" Gloria said.

   "Oh!.  Yes.  Well, um she was sweating a lot, and her shirt sort of
stuck to her." Gloria looked at Cindy, saw the material sticking to her
young breasts and immediately realized what had happened.

   "And you got an erection." she said simply.  His eyes opened wide.  His
mouth opened wide too and then closed.  Gloria looked at Cindy, who
appeared to be stunned with amazement.

   "That was because of me?" Cindy said in a small voice.

   "Um ...  well, yes, I guess it was." Bob said miserably.  "But that's
not the problem" he followed quickly.

   Now Gloria was confused.  It showed on her face.

   Bob plunged on.  "Yeah, well, I had to ...  adjust it.  And I guess
Cindy saw me, and then she came up to me and wanted to know if I'd show it
to her and ..." He didn't know what to say now.  "So I brought her home."
he finished.

   Gloria wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.  She looked at Cindy,
who was suddenly examining a smudge on her leg as if it were the most
important thing in the world.  "Is that true, Cindy?" she said.

   Cindy looked up at her and then her gaze flickered away.  "Yes Mommy.  I
was curious." Cindy had never lied to her mother and wasn't going to start
now.  She hoped that "curious" wouldn't make her punishment too bad.

   Gloria looked back at Bob, who also was having a hard time looking at
her.  She couldn't believe what he'd done.  Any other man would have used
the situation to jump her daughter's bones.  And he was obviously attracted
to her too!  She looked at her daughter again and suddenly saw how much of
a woman Cindy was.  This had been a long time coming, but it was here at
last.  And Gloria wasn't prepared for it.  She knew it would happen, but
had been in denial for ...  well since Gene had died.  She looked at Bob
again and saw him as a man.  To her surprise she felt a tingle in her belly
and the tell tale feeling of moisture gathering in her pussy.

   She made her decision then and there.  She walked over to where Bob was
sitting, hands in his lap, took his chin in her hand and tilted his head
up. Then she kissed him on the lips.  It was a longer kiss than any of them
expected.  She opened her eyes and saw that his were wide.

   "Bob Wilson, you're a good man." she said.  Then she kissed him again.
This time she slipped him just a hint of tongue.

   She turned to Cindy.  "So, you're curious about the birds and the bees"
she said.

   Cindy blushed but came right back.  "Mom!  I know about all that stuff.
I just never saw one before ...  a penis I mean, and when I saw Uncle Bob's
making a lump in his pants I just wondered what it would look like." She
decided not to say anything about Denise just yet.

   "And you thought Bob might be willing to show it to you?" Gloria smiled.

   Cindy looked at her feet.  "Well ...  yeah." Her mom didn't exactly
sound mad.  She looked up quickly and saw the smile on her mother's face.
What?

   Gloria turned to Bob.  "So.  What do you say Bob?  You gonna let her see
it?"

   Bob's eyes jerked to her own.  "What?"

   Gloria reached for his hand.  He sat numbly while she took both of his
hands in hers.  "Stand up Bob" she said gently.  He stood like he was in a
dream.  The tent in his shorts was smaller.  He must have shrunk some from
the embarrassment of things.  Gloria had complete confidence that she could
take care of that problem.  "Cindy would like to see what a penis looks
like, Bob." she said patiently.  "I'd much rather she see yours than some
pimply faced boy's."

   Bob looked like he might freak out any second.  "What?" he said again.

   Gloria stood on tiptoes and reached up to kiss him on the lips again. 
"Why don't you let me take care of this Bob, OK?" Her hands slid up his
arms to his shoulders, then down his sides and came to a stop at the waist
of his shorts.  She knelt in front of him and grasped the waistband firmly.


   She turned her head and looked at her daughter.  "Well?" she said.  "Do
you want to see it or not?"

   Now Cindy didn't know what to do or say.  "Mom?" she said hesitantly. 
She saw her mother frown.  She knew that was a bad sign and that it would
soon lead to a lecture, and possibly being grounded.  "YES!" she blurted
out.  Then, more softly "If it's OK." She moved over beside her mother and
she too got to her knees.

   Gloria began to pull Bob's shorts down over his hips.  Very slowly,
almost sensually, she moved the fabric.  His hands came to the front of his
shorts, covering himself.  She stopped, took his hands firmly and placed
them on his hips.  "Just leave them right there, Bob." she commanded. 
"Cindy would like to see your penis."

   Then she pulled his shorts to his ankles.

   Both women gasped as his cock caught in the fabric, bent downwards and
then snapped back upwards when it came free.  It wasn't completely hard,
and it bobbed, pointing downward at about a 45 degree angle.  Gloria
noticed with some measure of detachment that he wasn't circumcised.  It was
about six inches long, relatively slim - quite normal looking as far as
that went.  It made her mouth water and her pussy wasn't far behind.  She
glanced at Cindy whose eyes were big.  Her mouth was in an "O" shape. 
Gloria chuckled at that shape, thinking about how that penis might fit the
shape.  She shuddered as she thought about sucking Bob's cock.  To keep
herself under control she began to lecture her daughter.

   "OK, Cindy, this is the male sex organ.  As you can see, it's quite
large and sticks out from the body.  It has to be like that if it's going
to be used for reproduction.  Usually it is quite small and soft and just
hangs between the legs." Her hand came up automatically and lifted Bob's
semi-erection.  "Under here are the testes - balls is what most people call
them.  As you probably know, they make the sperm that comes out of the
penis and is ejaculated into the woman's vagina during sex." She swallowed.
The word "ejaculated" made her pussy pulse.  She glanced at Cindy, who was
nodding her head and saying "Uh huh." Gloria realized she had Bob's cock in
her hand and reflexively she put her fingers all the way around it.  "As
you can also see, Bob's penis isn't completely hard right now.  If it were
really hard, it would probably be a little longer and a little bigger
around."

   "Wow" said Cindy in an awed voice.  "What makes it hard?"

   "Blood" said Gloria and then she realized that wasn't what Cindy meant.
"It fills up with blood when a man wants to have sex" she said.  Her hand
moved along the shaft and she tightened her grip a little, causing the
foreskin to peel back off the glans.  "See that piece of skin there? 
That's called a foreskin.  Under it is called the Glans.  I don't know the
proper name for that little hole in the tip, but that's where the sperm
comes out." Gloria skinned Bob's foreskin back and forth several times. 
"See how the foreskin bunches up as it comes back over the glans?  That's
what makes it feel really nice in a woman's pus ...  I mean vagina." She
noticed that Bob's penis had firmed up as she stroked it.  Now it was
standing straight out from his body.  "See how it's getting harder?  It's
filling up with blood right now and it's almost all the way hard.  See how
it's longer and thicker?" Gloria was examining Bob's cock closely now.  He
had a nice hardon.  She had to stop herself from taking it in her mouth.

   Cindy's face was only a foot away.  "So that means he wants to have sex,
right?"

   "Uh huh" affirmed Gloria as she stroked the hard prick in front of her
some more.  Now it was beginning to strain upward.  She heard a groan from
Bob.

   Cindy went on.  "So when it was hard before ...  over in his yard ... 
it was because he wanted to have sex?"

   "Yes dear" said Gloria.  Then it hit her what had been said.  She
started to say something but Cindy went on.

   "With me?"

   It was quiet.  Gloria decided that now was not the time for political
correctness.  "Well, Bob?" she said.

   Bob had been staring at the amazing things going on right in front of
him.  He felt detached from his body, like he was watching other people. 
Part of him had felt Gloria's hand on his cock, and he'd heard himself
groan.  But this wasn't real.  It couldn't be happening.  He'd brought this
delightfully sexy nymph back to her mother so he wouldn't do something he'd
regret for the rest of his life, and now her mother was almost jerking him
off!  He heard the question and answered it almost automatically.  "Um,
yeah." Almost immediately he started to panic.  He'd just admitted he
wanted to fuck Cindy.  Right in front of her mother!  "I mean ..."

   Gloria could see what was happening to Bob.  She didn't want to lose him
now.  She broke in "What he means, dear, is that you are a beautiful young
woman, and, as a man, he saw that, and his body reacted.  Any man would
want to make love to you if he thought about it.  Bob was being normal."
She stroked Bob's cock several more times, to keep his mind off of what she
had said.  A drop of precum oozed from the slit and hung, almost falling
off.

   "Oh!  Look dear.  See that little drop?" She reached up with her other
hand, and scooped the drop off onto her forefinger.  "That's a lubricant
that Bob's body makes to help his penis go into a woman's vagina. 
Sometimes it's a tight fit and lubrication is needed.  Women make
lubrication too."

   "I know" said Cindy "I get all slippery down there sometimes." Her mouth
snapped shut and she looked at her mother fearfully.  Should she have said
that?

   Gloria looked at her daughter through new eyes.  Yes, she had waited too
long to have this conversation.  "Me too, honey.  In fact, I'm all slippery
down there right now."

   "REALLY?!" Cindy squealed.  "Me too!  And I feel all funny in my
stomach." She got nervous again.  "Is that OK?"

   Gloria laughed.  "Of course it is honey.  It just means that we want to
have sex.  That's what our bodies do to get ready for something nice and
hard to go inside us and make a baby."

   Cindy had a stunned look on her face when Gloria finished.  "No way mom!
I know what Denise said, but there's no way in the world that that (she
pointed at the bobbing rigid prick in front of her) would fit inside either
of us.  No way mom!"

   Bob whined.  He had been hard for so long that he was beginning to be in
pain.  His balls were pretty full too.  And if Gloria wasn't careful she
was going to get a faceful.  "Um ...  Gloria?" he said.

   Gloria looked up at him.  He was a handsome man, she thought.  Why
hadn't she ever noticed it before?  He had several looks on his face right
now.  There was some residual embarrassment, quite a bit of tension, and
... hope?  Had she stayed silent Bob would have warned her that she needed
to stop stroking him.

   But she didn't stay silent.  Instead she said "Bob, Cindy says that
won't fit in me.  Do you think she's right Bob?  I think we need to show
her how it works.  Could you do that Bob?" While she said that she pulled
the T shirt over her head.  She was naked underneath it.  Her breasts were
heavy and full, but didn't sag too much.  Her nipples were already engorged
and full, fat plump little strawberries, begging to be eaten.

   "MOM!" Cindy squeaked, as Gloria skinned her spandex shorts down,
revealing naked rounded hips and a thatch of dark blond pussy hair.

   "Hush Cindy" said Gloria as she lightly grasped Bob's peter and pulled
him toward the couch.  He was making little nonsense sounds.  "Just watch."

   When she got to the couch she sat on the edge and spread her legs,
baring her pussy to Bob and her daughter.  Her fat swollen labia gaped
open, greasy with her slick juices.  "See, Cindy, my pussy - she
unconsciously switched to sex words - is all slick and ready for Bob's
cock. He's going to slide it inside me now honey.  Come over here so you
can see."

   Cindy fairly flew around the back of the couch and stared down over her
mother's head as Gloria began pulling Bob's cock closer to her pussy.

   Bob finally realized this was not a dream.  There, spread in front of
him, was the woman of his dreams, well, one of the women of his dreams
anyway, and she was obviously naked and willing.  Another of the women of
his dreams was watching.  His cock ached with the need to unburden itself.
At that thought he croaked "Gloria?  I don't have anything" She just looked
at him with hot eyes and kept pulling.  He put his hands on the couch back
and bowed his middle, dropping his cock to Gloria's willing pussy.  She
notched it and, without further ado, he let it slide effortlessly into her
slick warm hole.

   "Ahhhhhhhhh" they said in unison.

   It had been years since either of them had had sex.  Both were primed
like gunpowder in a roomful of candles.  Bob was the first to lose it.

   "Ohhhhhh" he groaned "I can't ..."

   Gloria wasn't far behind him.  "Ohhhh Bob" she moaned.  Then her pussy
clenched and fluttered as she felt the first spurt of his hot semen squirt
into her famished cunt.  "OHHHHHH BOB!" she yelled and her hips thrust up
at his as he plunged deeply into her and let loose.

   Cindy watched as Mr.  Wilson's fleshy log disappeared inside her
mother's pussy.  It made a wet squelch type sound as it slid, quite
obviously with no problem, into what Cindy knew instinctively was a pussy
that wasn't much bigger than her own.  Her own pussy squirted right then,
making her panties wet and she felt a very nice pain in her nipples. 
Without thinking about it her fingers came up and squeezed her nipples
while her pussy squirted again.  This was so hot!

   Then her mother and Bob began to make strange noises and they lunged
against each other, thrashing around on the couch.  At first Cindy thought
her mother was trying to get away from Bob, but then her arms and legs went
around him, crushing him to her as their thrashing began to subside. 
Finally, Bob pushed himself back.  Cindy saw his penis slide out, coated
with a thick white creamy looking substance, and he rolled to one side,
falling limp on the couch beside her mother.  Her mother lay back against
the couch, her legs still open.  Cindy looked at her mother's pussy lips
and saw a thick pool of that white cream begin to spill out.  Gloria put
three fingers of one hand right on top of her pussy lips, closing them up.
Then she rubbed the three fingers back and forth across her pussy and went
"Mmmmm - that was sooo nice Bob".  And, to her daughter's astonishment, she
then brought the three fingers to her mouth, stuck them inside and sucked
all the cream off of them, smacking her lips.

   Gloria's head rolled to face Bob.  "And you taste good too!" she said.

   "Mom?" Cindy said in a quiet voice.

   "Hmmm?" responded her relaxed and satisfied mother.

   "Are you on the pill?"

   Gloria raised her head and looked at her daughter.  "No dear."

   "But...doesn't that mean you could get ...?"

   "Pregnant, dear?" her mother said.

   "Yes".

   "I suppose so dear." The matter-of-fact way she said it made Cindy's
nipples tingle again.

   "Mom?"

   "Yes dear?"

   "Is Bob going to ...  do that ...  with me too?"

   "Only if you want him to darling."

   "I think I do, mom." she said in a hushed voice.

   "But you're not on the pill either, darling." said her mother.  "Doesn't
that ...  bother you?"

   Cindy looked at her mother's sperm-soaked pussy, and then at Bob's sperm
covered penis.  She licked her lips.  She shook her head fractionally. 
"No. I don't think it does bother me Mommy."

   "Then, dear, Bob will have to spend the night.  It will take him a
little while to recuperate" Gloria looked over at Bob's penis, which was
lying half hard on his stomach.  It moved as he listened to their
conversation.  "Then again, maybe not.  How long has it been, Bob?"

   He rolled his head to look at her, still panting.  "It's been a long
long time, Gloria.  I've wanted you for years, but it didn't seem right."

   She smiled at him.  "Well, you won't have to wait so long for the next
time.  I promise you that.  I know Gene would want me to be happy, and I'm
happier right now than I've been in a long long time.  Do you think you
could take care of teaching my daughter about making love?"

   "I would be most honored to teach her whatever she wants to learn." he
said, his voice showing how surprised and startled he was.

   "Well then" the woman said.  "I'm going to go get cleaned up and then
fix us all a snack.  I imagine you two will be hungry in half an hour or
so." With that she got up and left.

   Cindy looked at the naked man lying on the couch.  "What do I do now?"
she asked.

   He stood up and held his arms out to her.  She went to his embrace and
felt completely natural being enfolded in his hug.  "Let's go up to your
room" he said into her hair.  When they got there he began taking her
clothes off.  After seeing him and her mother she wasn't as embarrassed as
she thought she would have been.  The look on his face as her body came
into view plainly said he thought she was desirable.  His cock had grown
and, though not completely hard, was standing away from his body, hanging
in a curve downward.  Finally she was as naked as he was.  He stared at her
with hot eyes.

   "Am I really ...  beautiful?" she said shyly.

   "Sweetheart, you are every man's dream" he said.  He leaned over to suck
one of her cherry red nipples into his mouth.  She hummed with delight at
the sensation and felt her pussy squirt again.  "That's making my ...  my
pussy feel funny." she breathed.

   "It's getting wet" he said around her nipple, and then changed to the
other one.  After sucking on it for a minute he went on.  "You're getting
wet so I'll slide into you without hurting you."

   "Will it really fit?" she still sounded worried.

   "Like a glove baby." he assured her.

   "Can we try it now?"

   He lay her on the bed and fell down beside her.  His hands went
everywhere he could reach, sliding, squeezing, rubbing.  He slid one hand
between her legs and she gasped as it glided into her crotch.  One fat
finger diddled its way between her pussy lips and dipped into her honey
pot.

   "Ohhhhhhh" she groaned as her pussy gave up another shot of slippery
juice.  "Is your dick going to feel like that?"

   "Much better, honey" he breathed into her ear.  Her hips jumped up at
his finger in response.  He knew he was steel hard again.  Gloria had
really only whetted his appetite.  It had been a long time and he had a lot
of juice in his balls.  "I want you to get on top of me now, Cindy.  That
way you can control how deeply I go into you.  I don't want to hurt you."

   She climbed up, straddling him and sat with her pussy right on his
boner. "Mmmmm" she went as she scraped her pussy lips along his rod.  He
pulled her down and made sure he had a nipple in his mouth.  She was
squirming now, in heat, and he knew she was ready.  "Put it in now baby."
he said.  He felt her hand contact his cock, tentatively at first, then
more firmly.  She moved it and he felt the head sink into wet heat.  She
immediately began trying to squirm her pussy down onto it.  "Take it easy,
honey" he said, moving his hands to her hips.  "Don't go too fast or it
could hurt.  We've got to get past your cherry first, and that can be
painful."

   She whined "It already feels so good, Bob.  I don't want to wait.  I
want to feel it in me." She wiggled and hunched and the resistance he felt
disappeared as she hissed in pain.  He reached up and squeezed her nipples
hard, pulling them away from her body, trying to make that pain more
noticeable than what she was feeling in her pussy.

   But she was determined and she continued to worm her way onto his cock.
Now the first third of his prick was embedded in her teenaged pussy.  She
gave a shove and another third slid in.  "OH!" she gasped and stopped.  Now
Bob let the pressure off her nipples and squeezed lightly, twisting them in
a quarter circle.  "OHHHHH!!!" she gasped again and sat up.

   Her weight caused her to slide right down onto his boner and suddenly he
was buried in her belly, his pubes meshing with hers.  "OHHHHHHHHHH!" she
groaned.  He felt her tense her legs, trying to rise up off of him.  His
hands held her hips firmly.  "Just sit there for a minute" he said softly.
He pulled her face down to his and kissed her firmly.  She lay on his chest
and the change in angle lessened the pressure in her pussy.  She went
"MMmmmmmmmm" into his mouth and kissed him back fiercely."

   Finally she pulled her face away from his.  "Mmmmmm Bob, it feels much
better now" she purred.  Then she dragged her pussy off of his dick, or
about half of it, and then slid it back into her depths.  "MUCH better
now." she said.

   Then she began to fuck him.  She was a natural, her body knowing what it
liked without her even having to think about it.  She sat back up and
whined as his dick dug so deep he could feel her cervix kiss the tip of his
dripping cock.  She shuddered and rocked her hips toward his face, then
back, and again and again, more violently each time.  He dropped one hand
toward where they were joined and let his thumb slide over her pubes and
onto her young untried clitty.  He thrummed it and she shook like she was
having a seizure.  Strange noises came out of her mouth as she tried to
talk, but couldn't.  Her back arched and her pussy started quivering as her
orgasm thundered through her.  With his other hand he reached up and
squeezed a nipple, hard this time.  She squealed, raised her pussy up
almost off his cock and then slammed back down.  "Awwwwwww" she groaned
"MommmmeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEE!" she wailed.

   Gloria came through the door, still naked, concern on her face.  Then
she saw what was happening and she smiled as she saw that her daughter was
having a massive orgasm, impaled on Bob's prick.  She silently thanked Bob
for having Cindy be on top.  His eyes were big and he was panting.  She
knew he was close to blowing a very dangerous wad in her daughter's
unprotected pussy.  "Cindy?  CINDY!" she said loudly, trying to get her
daughter's attention.  "Cindy, honey, you need to get off of Bob now."

   "Noooooooooo" complained her teenaged daughter.  "It feels toooo goood
momma." she moaned.

   "He's about to shoot, honey." her mother said.  "We don't want him to
shoot in your pussy honey."

   "Ohhh momma, he shot off in YOUR pussy." she lunged against him again.

   "But that's different honey.  It's OK if I get pregnant.  But you don't
want to get pregnant do you honey?"

   "Ohhh I don't know" cried Cindy as she felt Bob's peter poke into her
cervix again.  "I don't wanna stop, momma, it feels too good!" she whined.

   "Somebody better do something pretty quick" groaned Bob.  "I'm about to
blow.  You better get off Cindy." he huffed.

   Cindy looked down at her very first lover.  She felt his prick deep
inside her.  She remembered the sticky white sperm leaking from her
mother's pussy.  Her maternal instincts took over.  She leaned over Bob and
hissed in his face.  "Cum in my pussy Uncle Bob.  I wanna feel it spurting
up in my pussy."

   Bob groaned again and let loose.  His cock swelled and belched a thick
stream of goo into Cindy's teenaged pussy.  She slammed down and his prick
spurted into her womb as she wiggled and squealed, feeling shot after shot
of that sticky white goop bathing her womb and pussy walls.  It felt warm.
It felt wet.  It felt good.  She didn't care of it made her pregnant with
twins.  She knew in that instant that she'd want to feel this every day for
the rest of her life.

   Gloria looked at her daughter and her own new lover with mixed feelings.
She'd always liked Bob, but when he hadn't approached her in all these
years, she'd assumed he had other interests.  Now that she'd found him
sexually, it looked like she was going to have to share him.  But the look
on her daughter's face was so happy, so fulfilled, she couldn't be stingy.

   It looked like there would be TWO new babies to add to her life.  She
hoped so.
   
