STRIP - Chapter Two - Cassi Capitulates

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This is Chapter Two of a multi-part Naked In School story.  The
characters:

Father:  Dick Treyshun Mother:  Cassi Fallopia (Second marriage for
each.) Son (his):  Rod Treyshun Daughter (hers):  Penny Fallopia

In Chapter One, Rod gets selected for a NIS program called Self-Teen
Reflection Improvement Program, known by the acronym STRIP.  Rod is
nervous and needs coaching.  Dick persuades his wife Cassi to play with
Rod and him with her.  Their activities are gentle foreplay.  While Dick
is gone picking up their daughter Penny, Cassi and Rod take their lesson
to an inevitable but enjoyable climax.

The story resumes in Dick's point of view, as he goes to get Penny at
school.

To carry the story foreword with strong emotions and to expose the
characters' inner feelings, I change the Point Of View (POV) character
in different scenes.  A scene divider indicates scene changes and
possible POV changes as well.

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Dick sat up straight in the family sedan, proud that he'd helped Rod get
prepared fro STRIP, and proud of his wife for participating.  She'd
touched Rod's naked penis, which rivaled his own, although he'd never
admit that to anyone.  And later that night, all excited about her
sexual activities with her stepson, Dick was eager for a rousing romp in
their bedroom, maybe the best this week.

Rod was a young man, with potential but without experience.  Perhaps
after passing STRIP, Rod would start dating.  His daughter Penny, social
as anyone, hung out in groups of girls and boys.  To the best of his
knowledge, she'd never gone one-on-one with a guy, although with her
good looks, Dick was sure she'd been asked and must have refused. 
Either that, or some of those emergency cheerleading meetings or
practices were opportunities to sneak off and-.

It was okay to think about Cassi teaching Rod foreplay.  Hell, he'd
witnessed it.  But sexual thoughts about his daughter were out of
bounds.  As he pulled up the curb, Penny was in the predictable spot,
with her predictable friend Bethany.  They were very close, spending
time at each otherÕs homes.  Bethany was a mirror opposite to Penny in
looks.  Penny often wore short skirts and tight shirts, while Bethany
always wore long, loose fitting outfits.  Penny was light complected,
not a bit of tan on her body, with blonde hair in pigtails to match her
cheerleading cohorts.  Bethany's olive skin was smooth and flawless, her
face framed by almost black straight hair that went past her shoulders. 
Dick had no idea what Bethany looked like from the neck down, despite
the amount of time she spent at his home.  Given her behavior, Bethany
was a perfect candidate for the STRIP program.

From their demeanor, Bethany seemed dejected; head down, with Penny's
arm around her shoulder, offering words of consolation.  She kissed
Bethany on the cheek and ran over to the car.

"Does Bethany have a ride?" Dad asked.

'She want to walk home.  She's got some things to think about."

Dick decided not to ask.  Penny wiggled in the front bucket seat, her
bare thighs waving her short skirt.  Dick's reaction couldn't be helped.
 With all of the talk about STRIP, having watched his wife handle Rod's
bare penis, and musings about Bethany's physique, Dick was as horny as
ever.  Not for his daughter, mind you, but horny nonetheless.  And
seeing anyone's sculpted legs bare, with the promise of what they led
to-.  Dick hit the gas too hard, jerked from the parking space and cut
off a car that approached from the rear.

"Daddy!  Watch it!"

"Sorry."

Penny fumbled with the air conditioning controls despite the outside
temperature.  "God, it's hot in here." She tugged at the collar of her
t-shirt.  The straps of her bra came into Dick's peripheral vision.

His hormones urged him to lean over and look down, to witness her
cleavage.  Instead, he gripped the wheel and promised himself that
tonight, he'd fuck the daylights out of Cassi.  She deserved a reward
for preparing Rod, and Dick, well, he just needed a rousing fuck.

The silence hung heavy.  Penny broke it.  "How did they choose the kids
for STRIP?"

She flapped her skirt to allow cool air to flow under it.  The flapping
was so exaggerated she exposed her panties, pressed tight against her
pussy.  Dick was so distracted, she had to ask twice.  "Bethany got
picked for STRIP and I didn't.  How come?"

"Well, I read the brochure your brother brought home-"

"Rod got picked?  Oh my God!  What is wrong with those people?  They're
picking losers!"

"Honey, you're missing the point.  Rod and Bethany aren't losers. 
They're solitary souls, without confidence or social skills.  STRIP is
going to fix those problems.  And as for you?  You're smart and sociable
and sexy-"  Dick bit his lip.  That last adjective was unnecessary.  "I
mean, you have self confidence, to dance and cheer in front of the
crowds.  People love you.  You already have what the STRIPpers need." 
STRIPpers sounded weird, but after all, they were going to be
undressing.  Dick wondered if the acronym or the words came first.

"Well, maybe Bethany was a good choice.  I've tried my best to help her
out.  You know, give her advice.  Introduce her around.  But it never
clicks."

"Maybe, after STRIP, your assistance will get better results."

"I hope so.  But she's scared shitless."  She put her hand over her
mouth.  "Sorry.  She's scared to death, with just the idea of taking her
clothes off in front of other students.  Her patents are so strict. 
They're going to flip out.  Why, I've only seen her naked a few times,
and we're best friends."

Dick was curious under what circumstances Penny had seen Bethany naked
but decided not to ask.  It was probably when Bethany slept over and
they were changing into pajamas.  Bethany had always been an enigma to
Dad.  Pretty in an enticing, exotic way but extremely shy.  "From my
brief interactions with her, I'm not surprised she was picked."

"I just hope she and Rod are in different groups.  The idea of Rod
seeing Bethany naked, and doing stuff!  Yuuuck!"

"It's all very closely supervised.  And real sex is explicitly
forbidden.  The only stuff students will be allowed is what they'd
probably do on dates anyway."  Penny's face turned red.  "I didn't mean
you, sweetie."

"Thanks."  Penny clasped her hands and forced them into her crotch.  "I
feel kind of left out, you know?"

"Don't be.  You're the kind of person STRIP is trying to turn these
others into.  You're a roll model."

"Really?"  Penny sat up straight, chest out.  Dick thought he saw
nipples poking at the front of her blouse, hard from the cool air?

"Oh yes!"  Dad struggled to repress sexual thoughts about Penny.  "Don't
be too hard on your brother."  Dick's cock throbbed in his pants.  
"He'll need all of our help to pass STRIP."  Dick thought about Cassi's
help.  Rod wouldn't practice with Penny, would he?  Nah, they didn't get
along well enough for that to happen, despite them sharing a room.

Dick pulled into the driveway and opened the garage door.  Cassi's
minivan was parked on the left.  After Dick turned off the engine, Penny
grabbed her backpack and bolted from the passenger seat, her short skirt
flying up, and her cheerleading panties in full view.  Or were they her
regular panties?  Both were white.

In the family room, Cassi was sitting on the futon, paging through one
of her fashion magazines.  She had subscriptions to at least half a
dozen, with issues scattered all around the house.  Rod was nowhere in
sight.  Dick wondered how Rod's training had gone, but didn't press. 
Instead, he followed Penny to the front entry table.  Penny finished
checking for mail addressed to her and took a couple of envelopes.  Dick
let his briefcase and jacket hit the floor and then dawdled, watching
Penny take the stairs two at a time, her ass shaking, her skirt swishing
to and fro, her panties blinking in and out of view.   In a moment,
she'd be shedding her cheerleader outfit.  Dick struggled to take his
mind off his daughter, especially in any state of undress, and sauntered
back towards Cassi.  "Where's Rod?"

"In his room."

In that case, Penny probably wasn't undressing in front of her brother. 
"So, how did things go."

Cassi didn't raise her face from the periodical.  "Fine.  I prepared
Rod, just like you wanted."

Dick strolled over, put his hand on Cassi's shoulder and bent over to
kiss her.  She deserved it, for leaving her comfort zone.  She kept her
head down, focused on the article.  She'd done what he asked, but
obviously wasn't happy about it.  Only her forehead was available, so he
kissed her there.  His hand crept lower, slow enough for Cassi to
intercept it and toss it aside.  "Not now."

Dick hoped that Cassi still had some sexual energy.  He was horny as the
dickens after seeing his wife touch his son's cock, and after having his
first lascivious thoughts about his daughter.


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Penny liked when the crowds watched her kick up her legs and shake her
body.  She'd felt her dad's stare as she ran upstairs, putting extra
energy into a special show, shaking her hips and wiggling her ass.

Penny popped into her room. Hers and Rod's. With only three bedrooms and
their folks sharing one as an office, she and her stepbrother were
forced to share. When they were younger, that wasn't a problem. But now
Penny was a young woman who deserved privacy.  She figured Rod needed
some too, especially if he was going to do guy stuff like masturbate. 
Certainly he wouldn't do such things in front of her.  She was always
discreet.

Rod was laying in his twin bed along a wall decorated with science
fiction posters and a large photo of Bobby Fischer.  He gently thumbed
pages of a comic book.  Penny put her backpack on her desk next to her
bed, under a wall covered in cork squares, each one filled with photos
and awards and letters of commendation.

Rod wasn't playing any music and was uncharacteristically quiet.  She
broke the silence. "What's up, bro?"

"Nothing "

Which meant 'something."  She crossed the invisible boundary between her
side and his. ÊÊThe STRIP brochure was still on his desk. Ê"So, Dad told
me you got picked for this."

Rod didn't lift his face.  "Yeah. So what?"

"The what is, everybody's talking about STRIP and nothing else.  You're
right in the middle of the action, bro.  Did you know that Bethany was
chosen?"

Rod looked up.  "She was?"

"Yes.  And if you two end up naked, near each other, you be nice to
her!"

Rod sat up, legs crossed.  The comic book fell to the floor, joining a
dozen others.  "Do you think I could be mean to anybody, especially
Bethany?"

"No, you're a pussycat. ÊYou're both so lucky."  Penny sat down on Rod's
bed.  "I wish I had been picked."

"You?  Every game, you're out there in your sweater and miniskirt,
throwing your body around, showing off.  You've got more self-confidence
than anybody.  Me, I can't say two words to a girl without stuttering or
running off in shame."

Penny patted Rod's hand.  "I'm sorry.  I'm so used to teasing you-"  
Penny glanced at Rod's groin.  "So, are you ready?"

"I think so.  I guess. I had a little coaching."  Rod's face turned
pink.

"Really? ÊFrom who? ÊIt was Bethany, right?  She told me she had the
hots for you."

Rod's eyes went wide.  "She does?  You'd never know it by the way she
acts.  Nah, I'd never have the courage to do anything with Bethany."

Penny was completely curious about who'd given Rod pointers about being
naked with classmates.

Cassi poked her head around the door.  "Hey, dinner is almost ready. You
guys joining us tonight?"

Rod's ears turned red.  "I'll be down in a minute."

"Yeah, me too," said Penny.

"Okay, well, don't wait too long.  It tastes better hot.  You need your
strength.  And Penny, give your brother some space."

Penny looked at the empty doorway and then at Rod.  "What did Mom mean
by that?"

Rod shrugged.  "Maybe she's never seen us in the same bed before."

Penny bolted upright.  "We weren't in bed.  We were just talking."

Rod stood up and stepped on the scattered comics.  "I'm going to wash up
and go down."

Penny plopped down on her bed.  Something was going on, but her
intuition was failing.

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Dinner was like a silent movie.  Dad kept trying to engage his kids on
school and their hobbies, but all he got were one-word answers.  Penny
wouldn't say anything about cheerleading, and Rod practically ignored
his father's questions about an upcoming 3D science fiction movie. 
Cassi was likewise silent, and somber.  Perhaps preparing Rod by
touching and sucking had driven her into this emotional depression. 
Dick was confident that a ride in the sack would snap her out of it, and
give him the release he needed.

When the TV got turned off and they prepared for bed, Dick shot an extra
dash of cologne on his chest, the kind that Cassi couldn't resist. 
Except she had gone straight to bed while he was cleaning up, and seemed
to have fallen asleep.  Dick's cock throbbed, anticipating their nightly
fucking session.  It was almost painful to let his erection go down
naturally, without the usual stimulation between Cassi's legs.

* * * * * * * * * *

On Saturday and Sunday, the family members went their separate ways.

Dick played golf with his boss and some new clients, with whom they'd
just signed a huge contract.  Dick would be project manager, the focal
point for all successes and failures.  He spent Sunday in the office,
getting ready for the Monday kick-off meeting, which he would
facilitate.  His mind was preoccupied with the extra responsibilities
and working odd shifts, which helped him ignore that he and Cassi hadn't
had sex since Rod's coaching on Friday.

Cassi donated her time to a charity group, making craft projects that
would be sold in local stores.  In the evenings, she played cards with
her female friends.  One of them, Bethany's mother, brought up the topic
of STRIP.  She was outraged that the school would allow such activities,
and mentioned that her husband, a layer, was trying for an injunction to
stop the whole thing.  When Bethany's mother asked the other women about
it, Cassi volunteered that her son Rod had also been selected, but then
dummied up.  She hoped her face didn't turn too red.

Penny spent the weekend at cheerleading practices, in preparation for
regionals.  All of the other cheerleaders were distracted, talking about
how all of the school's attention was on STRIP, which started the next
Monday.  Routines that had been perfected over the years were blown. 
Batons were dropped and pompoms flew from sweaty hands.  The coach was
furious.

Rod attended a Star Trek marathon all weekend at a friend's house.  When
his buddies pestered him with questions about STRIP, it was difficult
for him to keep the secret of his mother's coaching, but he did.  Every
time one of Kirk's sexy assistants came by with a tablet computer for
him to sign, Rod got an erection.  Keeping bowls of popcorn and potato
chips in his lap kept his secret safe.  God, he was horny.

* * * * * * * * * *

On Sunday night, Rod and Penny dressed for bed.  Despite all of their
bickering, two traditions held for the pair:  first, their beds always
had matching sheets, and second, Rod wore his pajama bottoms and Penny
wore his top.  The latter was a tradition imposed by their parents, as a
way to make them feel like brother and sister as opposed to
stepsiblings.  Rod rolled back and forth, unable to find a comfortable
position.  Their matching desk lamps illuminated their room.

"Penny?"

She rolled to her side.  Her legs were long and bare.  "Yeah."

"How does it feel when you're on the sidelines, dancing and doing all of
those routines?  Aren't you ever self-conscious?"

"You're worried about the STRIP program on Monday, aren't you?"  She
bent one knee, exposing her panties.  The lamp cast a shadow of her
breasts towards her stomach.

"Of course I am.  Taking my clothes off in front of my classmates. 
Wouldn't you be nervous?"

"Don't tell anybody, but sometimes in the middle of performing a
routine, I picture myself naked."

"Really?"  Rod prayed for Penny to unbutton his top and expose some
cleavage, but her arm remained at her side.

"Yes.  And sometimes I pretend the students in the bleachers are naked."

"Does that get you, you know, horny?"  Rod's cock was stiffening.  What
if Penny noticed?

"It must be in our DNA.  You hear Mom and Dad going at it every night,
right?  Well, I get horny a lot, especially when they're noisy."

"So what do you do about it?  You're not seeing anybody, at least that I
know of."

"Nah, most of the guys in school would drop their pants for me if I just
hinted.  Hell, they'd do it for any cheerleader, not just me.  That's
the problem.  I want my first sex with a guy to be meaningful.  But the
urge gets pretty strong sometimes, that's for sure."

"Me too.  I use my hand.  So, what, you use your fingers?"

"No, I've got something even better."  Penny got on her knees and bent
over to fetch something from between her bed and the wall.  The pajama
top rode up, Penny's round ass tightly packed into her thin panties. 
She turned back and held up a short purple plastic penis.  "Bethany and
I bought matching ones at the adult book store.  You know, the one along
the  'L' tracks downtown?"

Rod's cock was longer than that when he was half-erect.  "And how does
it feel?"

"How do you think, numb-nuts?  How does it feel when you jack off?"

Rod's voice dropped.  "Pretty damn good."  Not as good as when he
plunged into his mother's vagina.  "So when do you-"

"In the shower sometimes."  Penny sat up, legs crossed.  There was a
dark shadow between her thighs, so Rod couldn't see Penny's panties
form-fit across her pussy.

"Me too!  It's the only place a person can get any privacy."

"And sometimes in bed."  Penny aimed the plastic penis at her crotch.

Rod wanted to shove his hand into his pajamas and stroke himself to
Penny's show.  "When I'm here?"

"After you're asleep."  Penny's hand moved back and forth.  She was
touching her privates with the plastic prick.

"Or you think I'm asleep.  I hear you sometimes, moaning.  Do you want
to?  I mean, now?"

"Are you kidding?"  Penny took the plastic penis in both hands and drove
it deep into the dark recess between her thighs.  "Oh God, talking about
this stuff has me so horny."

"Me too.  So you'll use your thingy and I'll use my hand?"

"I can't believe we're going to do this."  Penny came up on her knees. 
"But we have to stay in our own beds.  Promise."

Rod had already promised Mom that he wouldn't have sex with his sister. 
But the urge to touch her was quite strong.  "Okay, I guess.  Even if
the other person asks?"

"No.  We can't be doing that.  This is just about providing each other
audio and visual stimulation."

Rod shucked off his pajama bottoms, to give Penny some of that visual
stimulation.  He was fully erect, his cock throbbing in anticipation of
some physical reward.  "How's this?  Does this make you hornier?"

Penny stopped touching herself.  "God!  You're huge."

The words came out too easy.  "Mom says Dad and I are about the same
size."

Penny glared at her brother, her fists at her waist.  "And how would she
know?"

Rod had broken through in his conversation with Penny.  Lying now would
ruin the progress they'd made.  "Dad had her do some stuff with me.  You
know, to coach me on what I'll be doing with female classmates."

"Oh my God!  Mom touched you?"

"Uh huh.  And put her mouth on it."

"Shit!  Mom gave you a blowjob!  And Dad set this up?"

"Yep.  Told me I needed to be prepared for when I had to do it at
school."

Penny sat back on her haunches, her thighs apart.  "That's amazing!"

"Yes, it was!"  Rod's cock waved back and forth.  "So, are we going to,
you know, get our rocks off?"

"Okay.  You just stay over there."  Penny unbuttoned her pajama top and
slid it off.  Her breasts were round and full, with perky nipples.

"Damn, sis!  Your tits!  They're huge!"

"Not really.  Did you see Mom's breasts?"

Rod had done a lot more than look.  He'd sucked them and gotten Mom so
revved up that she invited him to fuck her.  "Oh, yeah, she pulled up
her top so I could see what they looked like."

Penny cupped hers, as if to offer them to her brother.  "Well, in
comparison, mine probably seem a lot bigger."

Rod finally put his hand on his cock.  "Oh yeah!  A lot bigger.  How do
they feel?"  Rod stood up.

"Stay back.  You promised."  Penny stared at Rod's erection.  "God, does
that hurt?"

"Nope, it feels good."  Rod laid down on his side, one knee raised,
facing his sister.  As he stroked his cock, his hips humped.

Penny slipped her panties off and then took the corresponding position,
facing her brother.  One hand supported her head, the other probed her
pussy with the plastic penis.  "Oh God, I never thought I'd be doing
this in front of anybody."

Rod couldn't see her pussy, only the in and out movement in the vicinity
of her crotch.  "You are so hot!"

Penny laid back and plunged the plastic penis with both hands, slow,
deep strokes.  Her breasts heaved with each insertion.  She kept her
head turned, watching Rod's masturbation.  "Mmmmm.  Your cock is
amazing, big brother."

"I'm pretending that I'm inside you, that we're having sex."  Rod tried
to match his strokes with Penny's pace.  Why wasn't she speeding up? 
Sex with Mom was best when they humped furiously.

"Would you want to do that?  With me?"

"Oh yes, more than anything!  You're incredibly sexy."  Rod stopped
stroking.  "But I promised Mom I'd never do that."

Penny kept plunging.  "That was a smart thing for Mom to say.  Oh God,
this is going to be one of the best orgasms I've ever had."

Rod's frustration grew.  A beautiful woman was fucking herself a few
feet away, and he was forced to keep his distance.  But there was no
moat, no electrified fence.  Rod leapt from his bed and plopped down
next to Penny.

"What are you doing?  You promised!"  Penny's hands went to Rod's chest,
to push him away.

Rod laid down next to his sister, took hold of the plastic penis and
drilled his sister, with fast and furious attacks.  He could hear her
juices foaming.  "You were playing with yourself, but you weren't
fucking."  He repositioned his hand on the plastic penis and drove it
home, his fingertips grazing Penny's labia.  "This is fucking."

Penny's hips bounced on the bed.  "Oh shit!  You're fucking me!  Oh
Rod!"  She grabbed at his cock.  "Your penis is so hot.  Oh, soft and
hard at the same time."  Her fingers caressed the real-life version of
her toy.  "It feels so good!  Don't stop!"

"Let's try to cum together.  That would be awesome."  Rod lifted his
free hand and placed it on one of Penny's breasts.  The nipple was hard
against his palm.  He rotated his hand, lightly grabbing at the fleshy
mass.

"Who said you could touch my tits?"  Penny tugged at Rod's cock and
leaned closer.  "Be gentle."  Their lips touched.  Then her lips opened.

Rod startled when Penny's tongue touched his.  It was like she was
fucking him with her tongue while he assaulted her pussy with the
plastic penis.  He gasped for air.  "Wow, you're a great kisser!"

"And you're a great fuck.  Oh God.  I'm gonna- I'm gonna-"

Rod pushed his cock against Penny's loose fists, the head thumping the
ridges of her fingers.  "Me too!" Rod felt strong resistance as Penny
clamped down on the plastic penis, her hips elevated, her face red. 
Penny pounded Rod's prick with forceful slides.  His hips jerked against
the exquisite friction.  With one last thrust, sperm shot from his cock
onto Penny's belly.

"Oh Rod!  That was awesome!  I've never felt so good."  She toyed with
the goop on her belly.  "Wow, its warm."

"It was great for me too.  God, you're so hot!"  He bent down and sucked
at one of Penny's nipples.

Penny pushed his shoulders back.  "Whoa, boy.  We've done enough for one
night.  I've got to get cleaned up, and we both need to get some sleep. 
Big day tomorrow."  Rod got out of the way.  Penny opened their door a
crack and peeked through.  "Coast is clear."  Naked, she skittered
across the hall to the bathroom.

* * * * * * * * * *

Dick leaned away from his kids' bedroom door.  His cock was hard, from
lack of sex and the show he'd overheard.  "Shit, what have I done?" he
thought.  "Cassi got Rod all juiced up about sex, and he ends up fucking
his sister."  The voices inside the room went silent.  Dick heard
footsteps.  He staggered down the hall, through his bedroom to the
master bathroom.  It only took a few strokes and Dick's jizz splattered
into the toilet bowl.  Confused and exhausted, he slipped under the
covers and curled up.  He needed to focus on his new project, not sex.

* * * * * * * * * *

Cassi woke up early, ready for sex.  Dick was still sound asleep, so she
washed up and dressed in a thin blouse with no bra, a pleated skirt that
would make access easy, and her red silk panties, Dick's favorite, a
gift from a previous Valentine's Day.  She went downstairs to the
kitchen and started preparing breakfast, which she hoped would get cold
while Dick fucked her.  They'd done it once on the kitchen island, but
that was when the kids were away at camp.

Footsteps on the stairs were too light to be Dick.  Cassi expected that
Rod had left for school earlier, anxious for his first day of STRIP
activities.  Penny turned the corner.  "Hi, sweetheart.  Want some
breakfast?" Cassi asked.  She hoped Penny would refuse so she and Dick
could be alone.

Penny was alert and glowing.  She grabbed a piece of toast from a plate.
 "No time.  Regionals are next week and we suck, so we're practicing
extra.  I'll be home late."  She vanished through the front door.

Cassi breathed a sigh of relief.  Dick's footsteps were unmistakable,
plodding like horses down the stairs.  He swiveled his head like a
lighthouse beacon.  "Have you seen my briefcase?"

"Next to the back door, where you left it yesterday.  Do you have a few
minutes?"  Cassi moved directly in front of Dick and put one arm around
him.  She puckered, ready to deliver a kiss that would curl Dick's toes.

"Yes, and I have something alarming to tell you.  Last night, Rod and
Penny had sex!"

Cassi pulled her face back but kept her body in contact with her
husband.  "That's impossible.  Rod promised not to."

"Not based on what I heard."  Dick pulled free, grabbed a piece of toast
and took a bite.  His eyebrows dipped.  "How did that come up with Rod,
in the first place?  I mean, why would Rod say that?"

Cassi groped for an explanation that didn't include swapping sex with
her for that promise.  "When I coached him, he got really horny.  I told
him he had to follow the rules of the program, but that didn't mean he
could violate the rules here at home."

Dick nodded.  "Good advice!  Listen, my big opportunity starts today." 
Dick gulped orange juice from a glass on the counter.  "I told you about
the new client, right?  If I pull this off, I'll get a promotion for
sure."

Cassi wanted Dick to pull off her clothes and ravage her, but he was
completely distracted.  She could have been naked and he wouldn't have
noticed.  Cassi turned her attention to Dick's claim.  "Just what did
you hear last night?"

"Ask Rod yourself.  He's upstairs, getting ready for school."

"You mean he's still here?"  No way Dick would have had spontaneous sex
with Rod around.

"Yes, and I've got to go.  See you whenever."  Dick tossed the remnants
of the piece of toast on the counter and left through the garage.


* * * * * * * * * *

Rod looked in the full length mirror, trying to decide if the jeans and
t-shirt he picked were right for the first day of STRIP.  Then it dawned
on him - he'd be taking his clothes off, so what did it matter?

Rod was still smiling when his mother burst into the room.  God, she was
dressed like a hottie.  Her nipples played peek-a-boo through the sheer
blouse, and the short pleated skirt showed off the length of her toned
legs.  It was almost as short as Penny's cheerleader skirts.

Cassi raised her hand, as if she was preparing to slap her son.  Rod
shut his eyes and winced, preparing for the impact.

Instead, he heard whimpering.  When he opened his eyes, his mother was
weeping, her face in her hands.  "It's all my fault.  I never should
have gone that far.  You couldn't help yourself, could you?"

Rod stepped forward and put his arms around his mother to comfort her. 
"What's the matter, Mom?  Help myself to what?"

Her face was buried against his shoulder.  "Your father told me he heard
you and Penny, having sex last night.  That was so wrong!  And I trusted
you."

Rod pulled his mother back so he could see her face.  "We didn't.  I
mean, we played around some, but nothing like you and I did.  I helped
her use a plastic penis, and she gave me a hand job.  But I didn't go
down on her, she didn't suck me, and we certainly didn't do the big
thing."  He wiped tear tracks from her cheek with the tip of his finger.
 Just thinking about what he and his mother had done got him erect.

"Penny has a dildo?"  Cassi stared at Rod.  "You didn't, did you?  Oh
thank God!"  She hugged her son, full body contact.

Rod held her close, pressing her against him.  One hand slipped low,
grasping one buttock.  "Mom, all of the STRIP folks are meeting together
in about an hour.  And because of your help, I know I'm going to be
successful."  She startled a bit when he kissed her, but didn't
complain.  It was a warm kiss that escalated to  a passionate one.  "I'm
going to follow the rules, just like the brochure says.  No sex with
other students.  But you're right, I'm really horny.  Maybe you could
coach me a little, before I leave?"  He fondled both buttocks.

"I told you, that was a one time thing."  Cassi pushed away and turned
her back on her son.  But Rod was quick, and closed his arms around his
mother's waist before she could escape.  He pulled her against him, his
erection making a dent in her skirt.  One hand snaked upwards, cupping
his mother's small breast.  Her pointy nipple gave her away.  She was as
turned on as he was.  "Rod, please don't."

"Are you sure?"  His other hand slid down, past her belly, up her thigh.
 Her panties were smooth and slippery, not like the cotton bikinis she'd
worn the last time.  He slipped a finger inside.  Bingo!  She was wet! 
"It feels like you want to."

"What I wanted was to have sex with your father.  We haven't made love
in three days.  I wore this blouse and skirt, even the red Valentine's
Day panties he bought for me.  But no, he was in a hurry to get to work.
 His big project!"

His mother was ready for sex, and so was he.  "I'm not in any hurry. And
I have a big projectile that I know would satisfy you.  You're so wet,
you're going to ruin those panties."  Rod tugged at the material,
slipping them down over one hip.  "Come on, you don't want to stain
them, do you?"

Cassi reached under her skirt and slid the shiny red briefs down her
legs.  Meanwhile, Rod unzipped his pants and pulled his erection out. 
As the panties reached her ankles, Rod pulled up the back of her skirt
and moved forward, aiming his cock at the gap between her thighs.  "Rod!
 What are you doing?"

"It's small compensation, compared to what you gave up to prepare me for
today."

"Your penis is no small thing.  God knows, it felt even better than your
father, but you can never tell him.  What am I saying?"

"Only you get me this excited."  It was a fib, because Penny had gotten
Rod just as worked up, maybe more.  Rod sawed his cock back and forth. 
He felt his mother's moisture painting the length of his cock.  "This is
a win-win.  We can satisfy each other.  And this can be the last time,
if you want."

"Oh God help me, but I want.  I want you to fuck me."  Cassi knelt on
Penny's bed, on all fours, her thighs spread.  "Come on, before I change
my mind.  Fill me with your big cock."

Rod took up his position, lined his penis up with his mother's pussy and
slammed it in.

"Ooooh God!  You like it rough, don't you?  Well, so do I!  Don't stop
now, big talker."

Rod pulled almost all the way out and then thrust his whole length in
again, repeating the onslaught.  "God, sex is so good.  If we weren't
doing this, I don't know if I'd have the willpower to keep from fucking
my classmates."

"Don't you dare.  STRIP is all foreplay, the part we just skipped.  If
the urge for sex becomes too much, then come to Mommy."

"You mean, we can do this again?"  Rod's balls had risen.  He was going
to deliver a load inside his Mom.  And this wouldn't be the last time. 
Rod felt relief that he wouldn't have to break the STRIP rules.  He
could just come home and cum in his mother.  Assuming his father and
sister weren't around.

"Yes, oh yes.  You can always use me for relief.  Why, I'll be
protecting your female classmates.  This is a public service I'm
performing.  Oh Rod, hurry!  You can't be late for your first day of
STRIP."

"Then I'd better- oh- ugggg- oh, I'm- ugggg"  With a spasm of his hips,
Rod shot his load.  Because his mother had reminded him not to be late,
he pulled out quickly.  Sperm dripped from his mother's cunt onto
Penny's sheets.  "Oops, we made a mess."

Cassi looked between her legs at the wet spot.  "That's all right.  I'll
just throw Penny's sheets in my next wash load.  Now clean your self off
and get to school."

Rod ran to the bathroom, cock at half-mast.  His mother had taken the
edge off.  He'd still get an erection from seeing and touching his
female counterparts.  That would be expected.  But maybe his urge to
fuck them would be a bit less.

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###  An Original H M Tale  ###  


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