Robin has a conference with her daughter's teacher to discuss her future.
Neither of them could know her future involves getting knocked up by her
teacher.This author's attempt at telling a story primarily from a female
point of view.

   Codes: MF Mf Ff rom 1st teen cons reluc mother dau het voy oral mastrb
preg

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   Author's Note: While I've been married to one for 30 years, I cannot
claim to understand women.  This, however, is my attempt to tell a story
primarily from a woman's perspective.  Please go easy on me ladies.  This
is how I THINK I'd feel if I were one of you.  B.O.B. 
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   The Teacher's Conference

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Robin sighed as she approached the school.  Sometimes it was a pain
being a single mom.  Like now, having to go to a teacher's conference. 
Mandy had probably gotten in trouble some way.  Mandy, came home one day
with a note from Mr.  Wilson requesting a meeting with her to discuss "a
situation concerning Mandy".  Mandy hadn't read the note, which was sealed,
and when she did she claimed she had no idea why he might want to see her,
or what the "situation" was.

   Robin knew that Mr.  Wilson was Mandy's favorite teacher, because she
talked about him all the time.  The look on Mandy's face when she did that
looked familiar to Robin.  Robin remembered that look on her own face when,
at age 15, she was babysitting for the Andersons and she let Jim Anderson
have her virginity.  That had been so much fun she'd let him have her again
and again until she found out she was pregnant.  Then he'd distanced
himself from her, leaving her high and dry.

   Mandy was only 14 and Robin was very strict with her.  Robin had been
there and didn't want Mandy to have to work so hard to make it in the
world, like she had to do.  Knowing that her daughter had a crush on the
teacher, when Robin called Mr.  Wilson she wasn't surprised that he sounded
nice.  They arranged to meet after school on a Thursday, when Robin didn't
have to be at work.

   So now she was about to meet this Bob Wilson person to find out how her
life would be complicated more than it already was.  She wandered down the
hallway, looking for his room as a few straggling kids made their way
towards their lockers, or the exits.  A Janitor was mopping the floor. 
Otherwise the place seemed empty.

   Robin hadn't thought about how to dress for a teacher's meeting, but if
she had she probably couldn't have done better.  She had on skin tight
jeans and a silk blouse that hugged her breasts.  She was a healthy young
woman, only 29 years old.  After having Mandy, she'd struggled to finish
school and then had been required to jump right into the job market to
support herself and her daughter.  She loved Mandy dearly, and was never
sorry Mr.  Anderson had knocked her up.

   But it had been hard.

   She managed to take good care of herself, eating healthy and getting
plenty of exercise as she spent time with her precious daughter.  She had
therefore kept the knockout body that had gotten her pregnant in the first
place.  Her thrusting breasts were still firm and proud as they pushed
through her 38 CC bras and the button down shirts she liked to wear.  Her
stomach had flattened out after having Mandy but her hips had stayed
spread, ready to have more children.  She'd breast fed Mandy, and her
nipples had stayed large and sensitive after she weaned the girl, ready to
suckle more lovers and children.

   But there was no time for that.  Her work consumed all her time that she
didn't spend with Mandy.  Whenever she remembered how nice sex was she took
care of things with her fingers.  In her job she didn't meet any men that
interested her.  She didn't miss men much.

   Until she walked into Bob Wilson's classroom.

   She stuck her blond head in the door and saw a handsome man with a full
head of dark hair.  There were small wings of gray just above his ears, but
he was obviously in good shape.  "Hello?  I'm looking for Mr.  Wilson" she
said tentatively.

   The man smiled.  He had a BEAUTIFUL smile!  She wasn't prepared for the
heat that blossomed in her loins.  It was easy to see why Mandy would have
a crush on this man.  She hadn't felt that particular kind of heat for a
long time.  She blushed, because of what she was thinking of.

   The man spoke with a deep resonating voice.  "I'm Bob Wilson.  And you
have to be Robin Walker." He stood up and came from behind the desk.  He
was tall, with broad shoulders.  His hair was wavy and his teeth were very
white in his tanned face.  He held his hand out to her and she raised hers
weakly.

   "How did you know?" she asked, unable to think of anything else to say.

   "Well, Mandy is a beautiful young lady" he said "and the resemblance
between you two is remarkable."

   He was a slick one.  She'd have to be careful with this one.  His hand
was warm and he gripped hers firmly, but gently.  He smiled again and she
wanted to look at that smile forever.  She let him lead her to a door
behind the desk.  "Let's go into my office where we can be more
comfortable." he said.  He took her to a nice padded chair and she sat
down.

   There was a couch in the office, but he grabbed his desk chair and
brought it in front of her.  When he sat down his knees were only four or
five inches from hers and she noticed his closeness as he invaded her
space. She realized she was breathing more deeply, like she had just
finished a nice brisk three mile walk.

   "This is crazy" she told herself.  "I'm acting like a teenager!" She
tried to harness her emotions and said "What's this all about Mr.  Wilson?
Has Mandy caused some trouble?"

   "Please, call me Bob" he smiled again and her stomach fluttered.

   Damn that smile.

   "And no, there's no trouble.  Please, believe me when I tell you Mandy
is one of my best students." He smiled again and she wanted to climb on his
lap.

   He was different from other men she knew in another way.  They ALL
stared at her breasts when they talked to her.  But not this man.  His eyes
were looking directly into hers.  They never even flickered lower than her
chin.  For some strange reason this bothered her more than those who let
their lust show clearly on their faces.  She knew she was a looker, but he
didn't seem to notice.  Other than his brief reference to her beauty. 
There was that.

   "I'm please to hear that." she said.  "I'm very proud of her myself."

   "You should be.  Mandy's told me a little bit about your family.  You've
done a wonderful job of raising her under difficult conditions."

   "I'm not sure I like the idea of Mandy telling people things ... 
Personal things." objected Robin.

   Bob held up his hands.  "Please, I don't pry on purpose, but sometimes
it's valuable to know what's going on at home to help a young person make
the best of their educational opportunities.  That's why I asked you here
today.  I wanted to talk to you about college."

   "But Mandy's only 14!" said Robin in a shocked voice.  "Isn't it a
little early to be talking about college?" Robin didn't like thinking about
college.  There was no way in the world she'd be able to send Mandy to even
a State college on her salary.

   "Ordinarily I'd agree, but Mandy has a particular gift that needs to be
exploited now."

   Robin looked at him curiously.  Finally his eyes dropped briefly to her
chest, and then shot back up to her face.  For some reason that made her
feel very, very good.  Maybe he wasn't gay after all.  She was wondering
why she should even care when he went on.  "Mandy has displayed an
exceptional talent for learning foreign languages.  I took the liberty of
having her read several books on languages as part of her assignments, and
her talent is incredible.  She seems very interested in them too."

   Robin realized she was looking at his lap.  He had a nice lap, bumpy in
just the right place.  She blushed and raised her eyes.  He was smiling. 
"OK, but what does that have to do with anything?" said Robin.

   "Well, there is a very competitive market for translators, especially
translators who know more than one language.  Based on what I've seen,
Mandy would have no trouble becoming expert in six or seven languages.  If
she does, she can write her own ticket.  I'm talking salaries in the six
figure range."

   Robin's mouth fell open.  "But we can't afford College" she said
weakly."

   "I know." he said.  "but the problem is she needs to start learning NOW.
Studies show kids start losing the ability to learn foreign languages as
they enter puberty.  What I'm saying is that college isn't necessarily the
best way for her to proceed.  I'd have to recommend tutors, and they need
to begin now."

   Robin sat back, and her knees parted as she went limp.  She saw his eyes
dart to her crotch, and again, she felt good about that instead of angry.
This guy was something else.  "I can't afford tutors either." she said
firmly, and leaned forward to stand up.

   Again his hands went out in front of him.  "I'm aware of that.  I wanted
to arrange to tutor her myself."

   She froze.  "What?"

   He smiled.  "I speak nine languages." he said simply.

   "What?" she repeated.

   "I'm an Army brat" he said.  "We traveled all over the world with my
dad, and I learned one or two languages in every country we were stationed
in.  I can teach Mandy now, and then, later, when she is employed, we can
discuss my fees.

   "But it can't be that simple" gasped Robin.  This man was offering
thousands of dollars of tutoring with only the possibility he'd ever be
paid anything.

   "No, it won't be simple." he agreed.  She'll still need a degree.  But
if I work with her until she graduates, she'll be able to test out of her
undergraduate language classes.  She's an excellent student, and I can get
her a full scholarship for the rest.  She'll have to do about two years,
and can pursue her Masters and Doctorate while she's employed.  Most
translators of her caliber are contractors, and work only when they want
to.

   Robin stared at him hard.  "Why would you do this?" she asked.  She was
on guard now.  He'd set the hook, and she was waiting for him to try to
haul her in.

   "She has talent.  She's a fantastic student.  She's beautiful, like her
mother.  She's had a hard enough life.  I can help.  Why NOT do it?"

   Robin didn't know what to say.  "I don't know what to say.  I need to
think about this."

   "How about this?" he said.  "I'll come over some night and give her a
lesson.  You can watch and see what that's like, and what her talent is
like.  We can talk about it as much as you want.  I just don't want her to
miss an opportunity."

   "Why aren't YOU making six figures if you can speak nine languages?"
asked Robin suspiciously.

   "I did." he said simply.  "I banked three million dollars in ten years
and decided I wanted to teach school.  So I went back to school and got a
teaching degree." He said it like it was no big deal.

   Robin shuddered.  He was handsome, smart AND rich.  She felt her pussy
get damp and she knew she was going to have to find that dildo she'd bought
and hidden away.  "That's a good idea." she said.  "Friday night?  Bring
your wife and we'll have dinner."

   "Thanks, but I'm not married." he smiled.  Her pussy spritzed again.  "I
never had time." he finished as he showed her out.  His hand in the middle
of her back felt hot and she shivered again.

   Mandy, of course, was ecstatic.  The idea of her handsome teacher coming
to the house for dinner made her very happy.  She'd been having feelings
about Mr.  Wilson ...  feelings that made her want to wash between her legs
extra when she took showers.  She knew about masturbation, but wouldn't
have told you she did that.  It just felt good to wash and think about Mr.
Wilson.  So she was excited about it.  It was obvious her mother was
excited about it too.  Robin made an extra special dinner, and had dressed
up in a skirt and blouse!  She NEVER wore stuff like that at home.  And she
was humming!  Mandy knew what a girl looked like when she liked a boy. 
Could it be that her MOTHER liked Mr.  Wilson?!  That would be weird.

   Her reverie was broken by the sound of the doorbell.  Her mother jumped
and looked all around frantically, like something might be wrong.  "Get the
door honey!" she barked.  "Don't make Mr.  Wilson wait." Mandy skipped to
the door and opened it.  She sighed.  He was soooo handsome.  On impulse
she hugged him, pressing her big soft teenaged breasts against his chest.
"I'm so happy you could come over for dinner!" she squealed.  "This is
soooo cool!"

   "Mandy!" barked her mother again.  "A proper lady doesn't throw herself
at a man." she scolded.

   Mandy pushed Bob away and winked at him.  "Maybe I'm not a proper lady
yet!" she grinned and pulled Mr.  Wilson into the house.  "This is our
house" she said, as if introducing him.  She pulled him further, taking him
on a tour as her mother stood there helplessly.  Bob waved and smiled as he
was dragged into the hallway.  Robin could hear her daughter announcing
each room "And this is the bathroom ...  and this is my bedroom ...  and
this is my mom's bedroom ..." Robin flinched as she realized she'd left her
old clothes lying around wherever they fell when she changed into something
nice for Bob.  She blushed as she realized she'd left her panties on the
floor by the bed, and her bra on the bed itself.  She was going to skin
Mandy alive.

   Mandy and Bob came back into the kitchen and Robin started in on Mandy
without waiting.  "Mandy!  Don't show the man the messy parts of the
house!"

   But Bob was laughing.  "I haven't seen a female's bedroom in a long
time" he grinned.  "They smell good.  Besides, I didn't really see anything
I'd call messy exactly.  My place looks much worse.  My underwear is
hanging from the ceiling fan." He grinned again to show he was kidding, and
Robin flushed pink at his obvious reference to her unmentionables.

   They had a nice dinner and then Robin listened as Bob talked about the
similarities between Spanish and Italian.  She knew Mandy had taken Spanish
in school, but didn't know how much she apparently knew.  Then she watched
in awe as Bob ran Mandy through a series of ever harder vocabulary and
grammar rules in Italian.  Robin hadn't been aware that Mandy knew any
Italian at all, much less enough to make rudimentary sentences.  But Bob
praised her and she shone with pride when he complimented her.

   "Honey I didn't know you knew ANY Italian" said Robin, shaking her head.

   "I didn't, Mom.  But then Mr.  Wilson explained how it's similar to
Spanish.  After that it's easy!" Mandy acted like she hadn't done something
amazing at all.  When she wasn't looking Bob pantomimed saying "See what I
mean?".

   Robin said "Mandy, honey, why don't you go over to Janet's.  Mr.  Wilson
and I have some things to discuss." Then she turned to Bob.  "You can stay
for coffee?" He nodded and Mandy skipped out the door.

   It only took her five minutes to agree to however Bob wanted to handle
the tutoring.  It was decided he would do it at her house, since that would
be easier for her and Mandy.  Then they sat at the kitchen table and just
talked about things.  Eventually she said "Tell me how it is that a man
like you doesn't have ten women hanging on him all the time."

   He grinned.  "Most of them only want my money.  I'm pretty particular
about the women I hang around.  You and Mandy are good examples.  You're
both beautiful and intelligent.  You know how to appreciate small things.
You don't have inflated fantasies about how the world owes you something.
You're ...  honest.  That's very attractive to a man like me.  but I don't
meet women of your caliber in the circles I usually travel in."

   She was almost overcome by the feelings that washed over her at his
compliments.  She tried to keep things light.  "So, what your saying is
that tonight you're ...  slumming?" She arched an eyebrow.

   "Oh no." he put his hand on top of hers.  She felt an electric shock. 
"No, I've come UP in the world being introduced to you." He removed his
hand, but didn't smile.  If he'd have asked her to go to bed with him right
then, she'd have ruined her blouse tearing it off.

   But he didn't.  They finished their coffee and he left.  They had
decided to tutor two nights a week - Tuesday and Friday.

   The tutoring went well.  Robin was surprised to find he was teaching
Mandy all the languages at the same time, instead of working on one and
then following with another.  He said that was because there were more
similarities between languages than differences, and if you learned
something in one language, it was pretty easy to transfer it to another. 
And, every night, after the lessons were done, Mandy would do her homework,
or, on Fridays, go to her friend's house to hang out.

   It was on such a Friday night that things took an interesting turn.

   Mandy had gone to a friend's house several blocks away.  Robin was
putting dishes in the sink.  She'd left the radio on low during Mandy's
lessons and heard a song she liked.  She hummed and swayed her hips with
the music.  suddenly Bob was right behind her.  He had a glass in his hand,
but he said "Do you dance, Robin?"

   She turned, and he was only inches away.  She could smell him.  He
smelled like ...  MAN.  She took the glass and set it on the counter behind
her.  "I used to, when I was young."

   Bob breathed into her face "You're still young.  You should dance." He
hooked his arm around her back with his right arm and pulled her to him
while his left found her hand and lifted it to his chest.  "With me." he
added.

   Robin knew she was lost as soon as his arms closed around her.  Her
knees felt like jelly and the very first step she took was on top of his
foot.  "I can't" she gasped, trying to pull away from him.  It was like
trying to uproot a hundred year oak tree.

   "Why in the world can't you dance with me?" he said, leading her through
a series of steps.

   "Because you confuse me" she panted.  She unconsciously molded her body
to his.  He felt good.  That was the problem.  "And because if I dance with
you I'll ...  want to do ...  other things with you." She realized what
she'd said and felt panic.  "Things I shouldn't".  She pushed him hard and
he let her move away from him, but he kept her hand.  She stood, trembling,
panting.

   "Let me make you a promise" he said gently.  He brought her hand up and
kissed it softly.  "I'll never do anything to you, or with you that you
don't specifically approve first.  How's that?  Besides, All I want to do
is dance with you."

   She was like a deer in the woods, that smells danger, but can't see it.
His tug brought her back to his chest and she felt safe.  They danced. 
Inside five minutes she was dripping wet.  She could actually feel the
juices running down the inside of her thighs.  She'd never felt so slutty
in her life and she was fully clothed!  The song came to an end and he
dipped her.  She lay back on his strong arm, limp, her head thrown back,
her breasts thrust up.  He chose that moment to kiss her exposed neck.  She
almost had an orgasm, and struggled briefly until she felt him standing her
back up.  They weren't dancing now, but his arms were still around her.

   She looked up into his tanned beautiful face and said "You cheated."

   "I'm sorry" he said, trying to sound contrite.

   "No you're not" she said.

   "No ...  I'm not." he agreed.

   She reached up and kissed him, and in that kiss she knew this man owned
her ...  that she would do anything he asked, let him do anything he asked.
She thought dimly that she wasn't on the pill, but during that kiss she
couldn't have cared less.  When it broke she said "I think I need to go to
the bedroom."

   His big eyes stared down at her.  "I don't think I can wait that long"
he said.  He lifted her and she found herself sitting on the kitchen table.
His hands were sliding up the outside of her legs, lifting her skirt.  She
always wore a skirt when he was coming over.  She felt his hand grasp her
panties and she lay back and lifted her hips for him.  Then, before she
could kick them off, his face was in her sex and she was galloping off on
her first orgasm.  He zeroed in on her clit with his tongue and teeth. 
She'd been so close already that the first touch sent her into spasms.  Her
legs shot out straight and her fingers found his hair, pulling him in
tighter.

   It was then that Mandy came in the door.

   Having gotten bored at her friend's house, she decided to go back home.
She opened the door to see her mother lying back on the kitchen table, her
legs straight up in the air and spread wide, her blue panties hanging off
one ankle.  Mr.  Wilson's head was at the juncture of her legs, where her
skirt lay pushed up on her stomach.  Mr.  Wilson was going down on her
mother!

   They hadn't heard the door open, so they didn't know Mandy was there. 
To be honest, Robin was making so much noise that they wouldn't have heard
it even if they'd been listening for it.  She wailed and moaned and groaned
her way through that first orgasm, and then tripped right into another one
as Bob eased his long finger into her little-used pussy.  He probed her
depths, feeling for her cervix, which he then teased with his fingertip. 
Robin's hands were flailing and beating the table top.

   Mandy was frozen in place as she watched real sex going on.  She'd heard
her friends talk about this, but seeing it was different.  Her pussy itched
and she wished someone, especially Mr.  Wilson, was doing the same thing to
her that he was doing to her mother.

   Bob stood up.  His pullover shirt came off almost instantly, and his
belt and zipper were undone just as fast.  Robin raised her head to see
what was going on just as he dropped the pants.

   He wasn't wearing any underwear.

   He was very erect ...  and his erection was VERY impressive.  He wasn't
circumcised, so the plumb shaped glans was softened by the foreskin
covering it.  Still, he had to be seven or eight inches long.  Robin's eyes
opened wide.  Since she'd had Mandy, she'd had sex exactly twice.  Both
were what turned out to be one-night stands, and she'd decided after that
that it just wasn't worth it.  She'd carried condoms with her back then. 
Not any more.

   But, staring at Bob's prick, she decided that it WOULD be worth it even
if it only happened once.  She groaned "YESSSSS ...  OH PLEASE" as he
fisted his cock and touched her pussy lips with it.  Then she let out an
agonized groan as, in one slow stroke, he bottomed out in her, mixing his
curly brown pubes with her curly golden ones.  Part of her couldn't
understand how it all fit into her, while the rest of her sang for joy. 
She was stuffed as she'd never been stuffed before.

   Mandy realized she had undone the buttons of her jeans.  As she watched,
unbelieving, and Mr.  Wilson slid that big boner into her mother's pussy,
she slid her hand into her panties.  That helped and she stifled a moan of
her own.  This was the first time she'd ever done this outside the shower,
but it made her feel MUCH better.  She watched what was happening on her
kitchen table as she diddled her pussy.

   Once he was buried in her belly, Bob stopped, letting his cock soak in
her, and letting her pussy adjust.  She was the tightest woman he'd ever
had, and he knew she was stretched considerably.  While he waited for her
pussy to relax, he unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to her sides.  He
was pleased to see her bra fastened in front, and he released that too. 
She had beautiful thick and stiff nipples.  He leaned over and sucked one
in, doing to it what he'd done to her clitty earlier.  Her hips bounded up
off the table as she went "AWWWWWOOOHHHHHEEEEEEEEEE!" Bob felt her pussy
loosen and he gave her an exploratory pull and push.  She replied
"OHHHHHHHHH FUCK BOB YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEE".

   "I don't think so sweet thing." He pulled out and sawed back in three
more times, switching to the other nipple.  Robin's hands played in his
hair, holding his head to her breast.  He began to fuck her in earnest,
using long slow strokes that made his cock tip mash her cervix every time
he went in.

   "You ...  bastard" she panted.  "You ...  may ...  not be ...  killing
...  me ...  but ...  you're ruining me ...  for any other ...  man."

   "I hope so" he grunted as he fucked her socks off.  "I don't much ... 
care ...  for the ...  idea ...  of you ...  doing ...  this ...  with
another ...  man."

   "OHHhhhhhh" moaned Mandy's mother as her hips jerked, fucking him back.
"Just fuck me please."

   Mandy couldn't believe this.  Her mother was acting like a total slut,
using words Mandy had never heard her use.  And the way she shoved her
pussy up at him ...  it was the hottest thing Mandy ever thought of seeing.
She was digging in her pussy with a vengeance now.  Seeing Mr.  Wilson's
wet shiny penis sliding in and out of her mother's pussy made her want to
let some boy do that to her too.  Even better would be if Mr.  Wilson did
it to her.  She wanted to be a slut too!  Her mother started making weird
noises again, like when she'd been banging on the table with her hands.

   Mandy's pussy spritzed as she realized her mother was having an orgasm.

   Robin went limp as the last orgasm ripped through her.  Before tonight,
she hadn't had an orgasm for months, and in the last fifteen minutes she'd
had six or seven.  She looked up at the man who was doing this to her.  Her
legs were resting in his arms as he almost leisurely slid that wonderful
cock of his in and out of her.  She could see in his face that he was
getting close.  She thought of what that cock could do to her if it went
off inside her.  Rapidly she thought back to her last period.  Three weeks
ago.  She was probably safe, and, being this close to her next one
explained why she was so frantic to have him in her.  She'd always been an
easy fuck when her period was close.  Mr.  Anderson had known that and had
always asked her to baby-sit when he thought she was close.

   She was about to ask him to pull out when he leaned over and sucked her
nipples again.  And she was off to the races as yet another intense cum
flowed through her.  During that cum Bob reached his own plateau.

   "Robin" he grunted.  "I'm going to cum.  Are you safe?"

   She heard the word "safe" and it rang a bell.  She'd just been thinking
that she was "safe".  She almost blacked out from the thrills shooting
through her body but she managed to gasp out "Yes!"

   "Good" he groaned.  "I just hate to pull out." And with that he let a
great rush of semen flush into his beautiful lover's sex.  His penis
pounded, shooting streams of thick cum into her starved pussy.  At first it
seemed like her pussy was soaking it up like a sponge as he pressed into
her and his cock spat over and over again.  He expected to feel it
squirting our around his cock where it entered her, and when he didn't, he
realized his cockhead had penetrated into her womb and he was painting the
walls of Mandy's first home with his spunk.  He growled, liking the idea
that his sperm was in so intimate a place.  He slowly sagged, holding
himself up with his elbows.

   Mandy knew what had happened.  Mr.  Wilson had shot his sperm into her
mother.

   That was what it took to make Mandy have her very first orgasm.  She had
it with her finger stuck in her pussy, holding herself up with her other
hand placed on the doorjamb.  She was in the throes of that first orgasm,
almost paralyzed with pleasure, when the hand holding her up slipped.  She
crashed to the floor with her hand firmly buried between her legs.

   Several things happened at once.  Robin lifted her head and saw her
daughter on the floor.  It was obvious that Mandy had her pants undone, and
that her hand was inside them.  Mandy's mouth was open in a silent scream
that looked like she was in intense pain.

   Bob turned his head and saw the same thing.  He instinctively stepped
back from Robin, dragging his half hard cock out of her.  It was dripping
with silvery sperm, and a long string of it extended downward, swinging as
he moved.

   Mandy looked up to see that spermy cock, and her mother's open pussy,
with more sperm welling up and beginning to spill out onto the table.  She
jerked her fingers and, as a gift of her mother's genes, she found out she
could have multiple orgasms too.  "AWWWWwwwwwwwuuuunnnnngggg" she wailed as
her pussy felt fantastic.

   Robin, mortified that her daughter had seen her like this, slapped one
hand over her pussy and struggled up to her feet.  "MANDY!" she yelped. 
She stood, shirt open, breasts proudly jutting, hand covering her sex.

   Bob thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

   Mandy writhed on the floor 'Ohhhhhhh mommeeeeeeeeee" she gasped.  "It
feels so goooooood".

   Just as suddenly as she'd panicked, Robin realized what was happening to
her daughter.  Most mothers never get to share in that first sexual joy
their daughters have, and that was not lost on Robin.  She went to her baby
and cradled her in her arms, cooing to her "It's OK, baby, just enjoy the
feeling."

   Mandy was sobbing, but not from pain.  She tried to talk "I ...  saw ...
you ...  and ...  Mr. ...  him ...  and" Her mother cut her off.  "It's OK
dear.  I know.  It must have been a lot for you to try to understand. 
Robin looked over at Bob who was still standing there, exposed.  She
mouthed the words "PUT THAT THING AWAY" He jumped to pull his pants up,
zipping them and buckling the belt.  He didn't put his shirt on though.

   Mandy had calmed down some, and was breathing more evenly.  She pulled
her hand out of her pants.  It was slick and wet.  She didn't know what to
do with it.  Suddenly Bob was there with a washcloth.  He took her hand and
cleaned it gently.  "Uh" he said "Princess, you weren't supposed to see
that."

   Mandy looked up at him.  None of the crush she'd had on him was gone. 
"I know, and I shouldn't have watched.  I'm sorry.  But it was just so ...
interesting.  And then I felt all funny and I had this itch and ...."

   Robin stopped her again.  "We know honey.  It's perfectly normal."

   Mandy sat up.  She couldn't help but look at her mother's naked body,
especially at the pool of thick white fluid that had dripped out of Robin's
pussy while she sat with her daughter.  "That's Mr.  Wilson's sperm" she
whispered.

   Robin looked down, and then up at Bob.  She shrugged.  "Yes, that's
Bob's sperm.  When we were making love he had an orgasm, and it came out of
him and into me." She had always been pretty up front with her daughter,
and decided to keep it that way.]

   "So ...  are you ...  pregnant now?" Mandy said it in a little girl
voice.

   "No.  Well probably not." said her mother.  "It's the wrong time of the
month for me to get pregnant."

   Bob's head jerked.  "I thought you said you were safe."

   "I AM safe" said Robin firmly.  "Just not the way you thought."

   "And you let me ...?" said Bob with wonder in his voice.

   "Yes" she said simply.  "I like you.  A lot."

   "Goody" said Mandy.

   It was Robin's head that jerked this time.  "Now wait a minute young
lady.  Don't you go getting any ideas about ...  things.  This ...  I mean
Bob and I ...  what happened here tonight.  It just sort of happened.  Like
an accident almost."

   "So you won't do it any more?" asked Mandy.

   Robin looked at Bob.  He was just waiting.  "Probably not" said Robin.
She saw the disappointment in his eyes, but she also saw the acceptance. 
It made the glow in her pussy come back.

   Mandy was looking at Bob too.  She had a far away look in her eyes.  "So
...  If he's not gonna do it with you again ...  maybe he could do that ...
with me?"

   Robin and Bob's voices twinned "MANDY!" Robin went on.  "You KNOW that
would be wrong!  What's the matter with you?  He's your TEACHER for pity's
sake!"

   Bob took another approach.  "Mandy" he said softly.  She looked up at
him, tears in her eyes.  "Sweetheart, you mean an awful lot to me, like
your mother means an awful lot to me.  You're a beautiful young woman and
any man would be proud to ...  do that with you.  But I'm old, and you're
young, and I'm your teacher and they'd put me in jail for sure and then I
wouldn't get to see you ever again.  That would break my heart.  But you'll
find a boy some day, and it will happen, and it will be wonderful for you."
Robin had started to bristle when he sounded like he wanted to have sex
with the girl, but realized what he was doing when she saw the gratitude
well up in her daughter's eyes.  He had made her feel like a desirable
woman, and not a rejected kid.

   "So you'll still be my tutor?" said Mandy.

   Bob looked at Robin.  "Wouldn't that make you feel ...  funny?  I mean
after what you saw us do tonight?"

   Mandy laughed.  "No WAY!  I hope you do it AGAIN!  I've wanted a little
brother or sister for YEARS!"

   Robin flushed red.  "Mandy, have you no shame?" she said.

   Mandy looked at her almost naked, sperm leaking mother.  On impulse she
put one finger in the puddle of cum that had dripped out of Robin's pussy.
She knew that some girls ate this stuff.  Naughty girls.  Her mother had
acted pretty slutty up on that table.  Her impulse led her to put that
finger, dripping with cum, up to her mother's lips.  Robin's eyes opened
wide and her mouth opened to scold her daughter.

   Mandy said "I have as much shame as my mother." and she slid the finger
into her mother's mouth.

   Robin was so shocked at what Mandy had done that she let the finger go
in.  Then it was there, and it was obvious that her daughter was more
sophisticated that she had thought, and there was nothing to do but close
her lips and suck her lover's cum off her daughter's finger.  It was so
erotic she moaned.

   Mandy leaned over and whispered, but it was loud enough for Bob to hear
"Mommy, I think if you don't let him keep doing that ...  you're crazy."
Then she got up, and with amazing dignity, buttoned her pants and walked
into the hallway toward her room.

   The two adults were left staring at each other.  "Wow" said Bob.

   Robin didn't know what to feel.  She'd been hurt before.  "Apparently my
daughter is a little more grown up that I knew." she said.

   "Thank you" said Bob.  He had stood up and was offering his hand to her
to help her stand up.

   "What?" she said

   "Thank you" he repeated.  "For what just happened."

   "Well, that's a new one" she said under her breath.  "I've never had a
man thank me for having sex with him."

   "That's not what I meant" he said, reaching out to her.  "You let me
make love to you.  You let me ...  give you part of me." She was acutely
aware of his sperm running down her thighs.  "You may have altered your
life forever because of what you let me do ...  in you." He was looking at
her intently.  "Robin, you have to understand ...  I don't kiss and tell. I
don't run around fucking every woman I see.  I told you I'm picky.  I AM
picky.  What you let me do means a lot to me, even if it doesn't to you. 
That's what I'm thanking you for."

   Robin felt terrible.  This guy was too good to believe.  "I'm sorry
Bob." she said, with tears coming into her eyes.  "I'm not used to men
being ...  gentlemen.  And it's been so long that I acted like a slut. 
Just LOOK at me!  Half dressed, semen running down my thighs, my hair a
wreck."

   The next instant she was in his arms and his warm chest was pressed
against her heavy breasts.  She looked up at him only to see his lips
coming down for a kiss.  She let it happen.  When they broke he said "You
look beautiful and sexy to me, and I don't do this with sluts.  It's
against my rules."

   She pushed him away and said I'm going to go clean up.  If you're still
here when I get back, we'll talk.  If you're not, I'll understand." She
took a shower, but did not try to get his sperm out of her pussy.  Somehow
she wanted to leave some part of him in her.  she brushed her wet hair back
and put on a robe.  He was sitting at the kitchen table, his shirt back on,
looking normal as pie.  He had a cup of coffee for her.  They talked for a
long time.  She decided that the tutoring should continue.

   As for the rest, they made no plans.

   When he was gone Robin went to talk to her daughter.  Mandy was lying on
her stomach, reading a book in bed.  She had changed into her nightshirt.
Robin looked at her differently, seeing a young woman in the flush of
puberty, her body ready for things that society said were wrong.

   "I'm sorry you had to see that tonight honey." she said to break the
ice.

   Mandy rolled over.  "Hi Mom.  Don't be silly.  The girls talk about that
stuff all the time.  I'm GLAD I saw it.  It was so HOT!  What does it feel
like Mommy?  It looked like it HURT!  But you weren't acting like it hurt.
You were acting like it was WONDERFUL!  And ..." she closed her mouth as
Robin put one finger against her lips.

   "Mandy!  Honey!  Calm down." She looked at her little girl and was
amazed to see a woman in her little girl's body.  She'd always been up
front with Mandy.  "It DOES feel wonderful." she said.  Mandy nodded,
urging her on.  "And I suppose you could say it hurts, but it hurts GOOD,
instead of hurting BAD.  It's hard to explain." She remembered the look on
Mandy's face when she first saw her.  "Mandy?  When you were watching us
... and you had your hand inside your pants ...  What did that feel like?"

   Mandy blushed.  "Haven't you ever done that Mom?  I thought all girls
did that sooner or later!"

   Now Robin flushed.  "Yes.  I've done that.  That's not what I meant. 
When you were ...  masturbating ...  how did it feel?"

   Mandy's eyes got that far away look.  "It felt ...  yummy!  It felt like
my whole body was going to break into little pieces and float away."

   "That was an orgasm, honey.  That's what it felt like for me too. 
Except that when Bob ...  when a man is ...  making love with you, it feels
even better.  But it's sort of like what YOU felt.  Didn't it feel ... 
good painful?  When you had your orgasm?"

   Mandy nodded vigorously.  "I understand.  YES!  It hurt, but it hurt
nice."

   "So, that's what it's like." said Robin.

   "But he looked so BIG!  How does it FIT?  And what about when he ... 
you know ...  squirts in you?  What's that like?"

   Robin realized she was going to have to go the whole way.  "Well, he WAS
big." Now it was HER eyes that had the far away look in them as she
remembered the fabulous feel of being stuffed with hard cock.  She shook
her head.  "It feels OK, though.  I mean a woman is made to take it.  And
when he cums ..." she said dreamily.  "I mean, you can feel it, yes, and
it's nice too.  But honey you're much too young to be thinking about these
things."

   Mandy looked at her mother with suddenly adult eyes.  "How old were you
when you had me, Mommy?"

   Robin flinched.  "You know very well I was only fifteen." she said. 
"But it was a mistake.  It shouldn't have happened."

   Mandy's eyes didn't change.  "So I'm a ...  mistake."

   Robin frowned.  "That's not fair Mandy.  You know I love you, and would
never give you up.  But that's not what I meant.  I should have waited
until I was older.  I missed out on so much honey, and I don't want you to
miss out on anything."

   "Mom" said Mandy seriously.  "The way I see it, if you had waited, like
you said you should have, I wouldn't be here.  I'd be somebody else, or I
might not even exist."

   Robin sighed.  Sometimes it was difficult having an intelligent
daughter.

   The next Tuesday night the tutoring went well.  Bob stayed for coffee,
but that was all.  The Friday following that went well too.  Mandy, when
the lesson was over, stood in front of the two adults and said "I'm going
over to Janet's to watch a movie or something.  I'll probably be gone a
long long time.  Should I call you before I come home?" she ended sweetly.

   Bob looked at Robin and shrugged his shoulders.  Robin looked at him and
remembered what it had been like.  She looked at the floor.  "That would be
fine, dear."

   Mandy grinned and hugged her mother.  "Have fun" she whispered.  Then
she finished "I'd prefer a brother if possible."

   Robin tried to swat Mandy on the rear, but the girl was too quick.  As
she went by Bob she looked him up and down like he was for sale and she
didn't know if she wanted him or not.  Then, with her hand on one hip, she
said "Play nice." and skipped out the door laughing.

   Bob didn't move.  He looked at Robin, sipping his coffee.  She leaned
back in her chair and studied him.  "You're going to make me beg, aren't
you?" she said.

   "Why, Madame, I have no idea what you're talking about.  I'm just a poor
itinerant tutor who has enjoyed a meal and the hospitality of the Mistress
of the house."

   "And now you hope to enjoy the Mistress of the house herself?" smiled
Robin.

   "Very much, Madame ...  very, very much." He stood up and before she
could react he'd thrown her over his shoulder and was carrying her toward
her bedroom.  Over his drawl of "May I assist Madame to her chamber?" she
kicked and squealed, but she loved it.

   Mandy had left the house, but not the yard.  She'd left the garage door
open on purpose and she snuck back in.  She'd practiced this several times,
and she'd oiled hinges and made sure that locks were unlocked.  She gave
them ten minutes and then snuck back in the house.

   There was a linen closet that went between her mother's bedroom and the
laundry room, with a louvered door in each room.  She'd moved things around
so that she could go in the laundry room and climb into the linen closet.
She then had a relatively unobstructed view into her mother's bedroom.  She
was wearing gym shorts so she could get to her pussy.

   She wasn't disappointed.

   Mr.  Wilson was on his back on the big bed.  Her mother was kneeling
over him, and she had about half of that interesting penis in her mouth. 
She felt a thrill as she remembered feeding her mother the man's sperm. 
She'd been right that her mother might be the kind of woman who liked the
taste.  She looked at her mother's naked body critically, comparing it to
her own.  Mr.  Wilson had said her mother was beautiful and sexy.  And,
since her mother's body was just a slightly more mature version of her own,
that meant she was sexy too.

   She heard her mother tell Mr.  Wilson that he tasted good, and then she
was lying on top of him, kissing him and rubbing her body all over him. 
Mandy was getting hot.  She wondered what those kisses felt like.  Mr. 
Wilson's hands rubbed all over her mother's body.  She wondered what that
felt like too.  He had nice hands.

   There was movement on the bed and Mandy watched, mouth open as Mr. 
Wilson lay her mother back.  He picked up her feet and put them on his
shoulders as he crawled between her legs.  As he bent over her, that made
her knees go up to her breasts as she bent almost double.  Her pussy was
wide open as a result and Mandy could see that her pussy lips were thick
and purple looking.  Mandy knew her own were pale, pinkish white.  She
slipped a finger between them now, searching for the knob she'd found the
week before.  Mr.  Wilson moved and Mandy saw his penis.  It stood out from
his loins, long and thick and hard, like a club.  It pointed right at her
mother's open sex.  Slowly it moved toward those puffy purple lips until
they kissed it.

   Her mother moaned.  Mandy heard Mr.  Wilson say "I brought a condom.  I
could get it."

   Robin groaned "You bastard.  You like torturing me, don't you?  If you
stop now you're done.  I'll get dressed and kick your pretty butt out.  Do
you hear me Bob Wilson?"

   "Yes Ma'am" he said, and Mandy watched as he slid that naked thing into
her mother's pussy.

   Mandy watched so intently that she drooled.  He didn't just ram it in
and out.  Instead, it was like his penis was a brush and he was painting
with it.  He stroked her mother with it.  Her mother, by contrast, flailed
and screamed and wiggled her butt like a wild woman.  Mandy could tell when
her mother had an orgasm, because her fists beat the bed and she wailed her
happiness.  After three of those, she watched as he pulled his big prick
out of her mother.  It was still hard and long, and it looked ... 
delicious.

   Her mother was pushing at him, making him move, making him lie down on
his back again.  Then she crawled up on him and, sitting up like she was
riding a horse, she put his penis back in her and sat down on him.  His
hands came up and cupped her mother's big breasts.  She saw him pinch and
pull at the nipples and her mother threw her head back, mouth open, a long
groan filling the room.  Now her mother raised up and sat back down - hard.
Then again and again, until she was rising and falling, pounding poor Mr.
Wilson into the bed over and over.  She heard Mr.  Wilson say something
about cumming.

   If anything her mother's assault on him got even more violent.

   Mr.  Wilson yelled "You HAVE TO GET OFF.  ROBIN!"

   Her mother stopped, frozen, sitting down hard on him.  "No ...  I don't"
she said.  She had a look of concentration on her face and Mandy could see
the muscles of her abdomen ...  moving!  They moved like a belly dancer's
stomach moved, undulating, the only thing moving on either person.

   She heard Mr.  Wilson groan "Where in the world did you learn how to do
THAT?!"

   Her mother leaned over him, rubbing one of her breasts on his face. 
"The only other man I've ever let cum in me taught me how to do that." she
said.  "I was Mandy's age, and he was Mandy's father."

   Mandy didn't know what was happening, but the result was that Mr. 
Wilson's butt bucked up off the bed and he grunted "Oh fuck, I hope you
know what you're doing." Then he made nonsense sounds as her mother threw
her head back again.  Robin said "Ohhh I love that feeling.  Give me some
more big boy, make me hot and wet inside." It was then that Mandy realized
that Mr.  Wilson was shooting his sperm inside her mother again.  She felt
the same thrill, rubbing her pussy hard, but kept herself from getting that
special feeling or making any noise.  She didn't think they'd be very happy
if they found out she had watched them again.

   Mandy had planned everything perfectly so she could spy on her mother
and the sexy and amazing things her mother did with Mr.  Wilson.  She'd
arranged the linens in the closet so she could crawl onto the shelf and lie
down in comfort while she watched Mr.  Wilson fucking his big slick penis
in and out of her mother's pussy.  But Mandy wasn't an engineer.  It never
occurred to her that her body weight might be too much for a linen closet
shelf.  As she watched Mr.  Wilson pumping his thick cum into her mother's
womb, Mandy rubbed her own pussy furiously, which caused her to roll around
on that shelf ...  which suddenly broke.

   The first moment Mandy knew something was wrong was the instant she felt
weightless.  Then there were towels and washcloths flying in the air all
around her and she couldn't see anything.  The big stack of towels she had
put under the shelf, so she could climb ONTO the shelf, tipped her toward
her mother's room.  The slatted door she'd been peeking through burst open
and she rolled onto the floor at one corner of her mother's bed.

   Robin jumped up off of Bob, exposing his spermy penis, in her reaction
to being half scared to death.  This time she was completely naked, and
since she was standing up, spread legged, the big dollop of Bob's cream
that came out of her pussy turned into a long stringy teardrop that landed
on Bob's leg.  Bob tensed and began to sit up, which pressed a last big
glob of white cream out of his cock.  It caught in his foreskin as he
recognized Mandy and lay back down.

   "MANDY SUE WALKER" her mother screamed.  "WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU
DOING?!" Then in a softer voice "You almost scared me to DEATH!"

   Mandy sat on the floor looking guilty.  "I'm sorrry Mamma, but I just
wanted to see it again.  It makes me feel so ...  GOOSHY inside and I just
couldn't wait ...  I'm sorry Mamma ...  please don't be mad at me."

   She looked pathetic sitting there.  Her hand was out of her pants, but
she'd creamed on it pretty good, and she held it up in the air.  Bob got up
and walked over to where Mandy was.  His dangling spermy cock was right at
her eye level for a second and her eyes got huge and round as she stared at
it so closely.  Then he kneeled and took the hand she had rubbed her pussy
with.  He brought it up to his nose and sniffed.  Then he put one of her
fingers in is mouth and sucked on it.  He turned his head to look at Robin.
"She was masturbating while she watched us." he said.  He dropped the hand,
which Mandy stared at like it was some savage beast.  Then she realized his
penis was going to be in her face again and she looked at that.

   Bob went and sat down next to Robin, who had gotten down off the bed and
was sitting with her head in her hands.  She looked up.  "Mandy, what are
we going to do with you?  You can't sneak around and watch people have
sex."

   "I know, Mamma.  I'm sorry." said Mandy.  "But you said you weren't
going to do it with him any more.  So when you did I wanted to see.  If
you'd let me go on dates I could find out for myself, but you won't let me
go out with boys."

   Robin raised her head.  She stared at her daughter.  "Mandy, that's WHY
I don't let you go out on dates.  I know what would happen if you DID go
out with boys.  She spread her legs and pointed at her sperm soaked pussy,
still oozing thick rich sperm.  "THIS is what would happen, Mandy.  I KNOW
this would happen because I've BEEN there."

   "That's what I don't understand, Mamma" said the girl, standing up. 
"You did it when you were my age, and it looks like such fun, and I want to
know about it, but you won't let me.  It's just not fair."

   Robin sighed.  "Mandy, just because I did it when I was your age doesn't
make it right.  You're too young.  That's final.  You have to promise not
to watch Bob and me any more, is that clear?"

   Mandy brightened.  "Then you'll keep doing it with him?  Oh YAY!  I like
him a lot" she said, as if he wasn't sitting naked, two feet away.  "And
will you keep letting him squirt inside you?  So I can have a baby
brother?"

   Robin flushed.  "That wasn't supposed to happen.  I got carried away. 
That was my weakness when I was a girl, Mandy.  I loved to feel that hot
wet stuff inside me.  It got me you, Baby.  But I don't know about a baby
brother for you.  Bob would have to agree to that, and we hardly know each
other."

   "It sure looks like you know each other pretty well to me" said Mandy.
Bob laughed out loud.

   They chased Mandy out, with her promise she wouldn't spy any more. 
Robin started to get up to get dressed, but Bob wheedled her back into bed,
where he cuddled her and they talked.  Before long Bob started sucking on
Robin's turgid nipples.  "You taste so good" he said during a transition
from one to the other.

   "Which reminds me" said robin, straining her breast toward his mouth. 
"How did Mandy taste?"

   He looked up, with a guilty look on his face.  "Sorry about that.  I
just reacted.  But she tasted like you ...  good."

   "Well, I like it a lot when you taste me" she moaned.  "But right now I
want to be full again.  I think you're addictive maybe." She spread her
legs as he rolled over on top of her.

   "I don't think that's a bad thing at all" he said as he mounted her.  He
slid in and she wiggled her hips in joy.  He stroked her for a while,
mashing her clitty with his pubic bone until she was writhing.  "You know,"
he said, "I've never been a father before." He pushed in and rubbed his
bone against her in little circles.

   "You bastard" she said, but there was no heat in it.

   "I'm not saying I have the right to give you a child" he said, grinding
harder.  "But you're the finest woman I've ever met.  And the only one I've
ever wanted to make pregnant."

   "You have the most silver tongue of any man I've ever met" she moaned.
"And you know about my weakness for feeling a man cum in me.  Ohhh Bob I
can't stop you.  If you don't want to be a Daddy it's up to you to pull out
of me.  I can't help myself.  I'm a slut and I'll always be a slut." Her
hips were hammering up at him now, her pussy gobbling his cock.

   He kissed her, pushed in hard and froze.  "Can you do that thing?  That
you did before?  Can you do it on your back?"

   Robin moaned louder "Ohhh yes, you silver-tongued bastard." And she went
to work with her muscles, milking his embedded cock until it bulged and he
sighed as he gave her another helping of his rich creamy baby butter.  As
she felt it flowing into her womb, Robin began crying.  "Ohhh fuck I think
I love you Bob Wilson.  I don't want to, but I think I do anyway.  Why did
you have to come into my life?

   Bob leaned into her, emptying his balls in her receptive belly.  "That's
not such a bad thing, Robin" he said softly into her ear as his cock
dribbled its last.  "I think I love you too.  And I sort of wonder what it
would be like to have a son."

   Robin stiffened at his words, but it was the stiffness of a runaway
orgasm that rocketed through her at his words.

   No other man had told her he loved her.

   They'd told her she was a good fuck, and a good sport, but not that they
loved her.

   As the orgasm washed over her and her pussy spasmed around his cock, Bob
whispered again in her ear.  "And you're not a slut, Robin ...  you're a
woman who knows what she likes ...  and, my little fuck bunny, of course."
Her tears continued as she burst into laughter.

   She pushed him off of her saying "Get OFF me you big prick" she laughed.
"I can't take any more of this tonight."

   "AHA!" he crowed.  "Even MORE evidence you aren't a slut.  A slut could
go all night and ask for more!" She swatted his naked butt as he tried to
duck out of the way.

   Once again, though, he didn't stay the night.

   The following Friday night Mandy went to a sleepover and Robin allowed
him to cum in her again.  By his own reckoning and what she'd said, she was
getting near her fertile time.  By now Bob had decided he liked this woman
enough to stay with her as long as she'd let him.  Marriage wasn't out of
the question either, though he thought she wasn't ready to talk about that
yet.  After he filled her they lay nuzzling in bed.

   "It would be nice to wake up to this" she said softly.

   "It would indeed" he agreed, fondling her buttock.  "I'll go if you want
me to, but unless you do I'm really quite comfortable right here."

   She sighed and nestled into his arms even deeper.  "What about Mandy?"
he asked as he kissed her hair.

   "She'll probably have her own orgasm when she finds you here in the
morning" said Robin sleepily.

   The phone rang.  Robin reached and cradled the receiver.  "Oh Hi Mrs. 
Carter ...  WHAT!?" She sat bolt upright, her full breasts wobbling.  "Oh
my ...  yes ...  I understand ...  Yes!  Send her home immediately.  Tell
her she has exactly four minutes before I come looking for her.  No ...  I
don't think that's necessary right now.  You say he didn't actually ...  uh
...  get it IN any of them?  Well I think we can handle this between
parents.  Yes, I mean it is sort of normal for that age group.  Yes.  Thank
you Mrs.  Carter.  I'll be in touch soon.  Bye bye."

   She hung up the phone and looked at Bob.  He raised an eyebrow.  "We may
have a problem.  I may have a problem" she corrected herself.  "Apparently
Mandy and Janet and another girl they know all invited a boy to their
sleepover."

   He raised the other eyebrow.  "Mrs.  Carter didn't know about it, and
didn't approve it." she went on.  "Anyway, it seems she went to the room
and went in instead of knocking.  The boy was there, naked.  All the girls
were naked.  The boy was just about to have sex with Mandy while the other
two girls watched.  And then he was supposed to do them too." She got up
and put on her robe.  Bob got up and put on his slacks and shirt.

   Robin turned to him.  "Bob, she's going to do it with some pimply faced
boy if we don't satisfy her curiosity.  What are we going to do?"

   "Well, now that's a quandary." he said.

   She thought.  "I don't suppose you might ...?" she didn't finish.

   "You've GOT be kidding." he said evenly.  "I know you're a wonderful
woman, but a woman who shares her man with her 14 year old daughter?  That
goes way beyond wonderful."

   "I know, it's crazy." she admitted.  "But you wouldn't have to ...  you
know ...  put it IN her exactly.  Maybe she'd be satisfied with oral sex."
Neither of them could believe they were having this conversation.

   Mandy slunk in the front door.

   Her mother looked at her and said "Sit down ...  right there." she
pointed at a chair.

   Mandy sat.

   Robin drew Bob closer to her, across the room and whispered.  "Look, I
know how you make me feel with that wonderful tongue of yours.  Maybe if
you give her five or six orgasms and just flat wear her out she'll decide
that's enough.  I mean I know I don't have any right to ask you to do this,
but I can't think of anything else to do."

   He looked at her.  "I'll do it if you stay there.  You have to be in the
room." he said.  "In fact I think it would be a good idea if you helped."

   Robin raised her eyebrows.

   He explained.  "It sounds like those girls have done something together
before this".

   Robin's eyes widened and she nodded.

   "And she needs to know she can be as intimate with you as anyone else.
Then, maybe she'll come to you before she goes to a stranger."

   She nodded.

   "OK" he said.  "I'll do it."

   Robin turned around.  Mandy had obviously been trying to hear what they
were saying.  "Go into my bedroom" she told Mandy.  Mandy got up and, head
down, went where she was told.  They followed her.  As soon as they were in
the room Robin dropped her robe.  bob started removing his pants and shirt.
Mandy turned around and her eyes widened.

   Bob walked over to Mandy.  She watched his swinging penis.  He reached
out and began to unbutton her shirt.  She looked up at him wonderingly.  He
slid the shirt off her shoulders and reached around behind her to unsnap
her bra.

   "Mommy?" she said in a quavering voice.

   "Yes dear?" said Robin, who walked over and stood beside them.  Mandy
turned her head and looked at her mother's face.

   "Um ...  Ohhhhhhhhh" signed Mandy as Bob's hands slid around her body
and cupped her bulging teen breasts.  He thumbed her nipples and then
tweaked them gently, pulling them away from her tit flesh just enough to
stretch them out, but not hurt.

   "Ohhh Mommy, what's he doing?"

   Robin slid behind Mandy and then let her own hands glide around her
daughter to her stomach.  Her hands slid up and replaced Bob's as she
cupped her daughter's breasts.  She found nipples stiff from Bob's
manipulation and strummed her fingers over them.

   "He's going to make you feel good honey."

   "But ..." she stopped, frozen as Bob's hands reached her jeans snaps and
undid them.  He knelt and pulled her jeans and panties down.  Her golden
teen muff was bared to him and he sniffed long and loudly.

   "You smell good Mandy" he growled.  He pushed his nose into her sparse
pubic hair.  and she instinctively pulled back.  Her butt ran into her
mother, though, and she couldn't get away.

   "Mr.  Wilson?" said Mandy in a shaky voice.

   "You're going to have to learn to call me Bob when we're doing this." he
said in his deep voice.  He kissed up her belly as it rippled and moved. 
Then her breasts were there and he captured a nipple and sucked on it hard.
She squealed and danced on her feet.  She'd have fallen with her feet
tangled in her jeans if her mother hadn't held her up.  Bob stopped and
took off her shoes, then pulled her jeans off.  As her right leg came free
of the jeans her legs were spread and Bob dove in, fastening his mouth to
her pussy lips and pressing his nose into her unused young clitty.

   Mandy shrieked as she felt a man's mouth on her pussy for the first
time. Her mother was holding her breasts, and she couldn't get away from
the feeling, which was much more intense than anything she'd ever done to
herself.  "Mommeeeeee" she wailed.

   Bob licked her for a while and then stood up.  His prick was stiff and
straining and Mandy stared at it in horror, thinking he was going to stick
it in her.  He pushed her and Robin backwards toward the bed.  Robin got
out of the way and when Mandy's knees hit the bed she fell backward, her
legs spread.  bob seized them, holding them open and went to work on her
virgin pussy.  He licked and sucked and blew and nibbled.

   She went off like a string of Chinese firecrackers, having one orgasm
after another until she couldn't breathe.  He let her rest and then did it
again, this time sliding his fingers deep into her pussy as he licked and
sucked her clit.  She wailed and cried out for her mother, who made things
even more intense by kissing her daughter passionately and sucking her
nipples.  Finally Mandy was lying limp, unable to get up at all.

   Bob reared back.  His cock was painfully hard.  He looked at the plump
wet virgin pussy splayed open before him and wanted to skewer her with his
cock.

   Robin looked at him, and at his cock, and at her daughter's pussy and
licked her lips.  Bob looked over and saw her.  He saw her lean back slowly
and spread her legs.  She held her pussy open for him.  He was on her in a
flash, driving into her with a passion he'd never known.  He began cumming
as soon as he was fully seated and did nothing more than rabbit fucking
motions as his prick emptied his balls in his lover.

   "Thank you" he wheezed in her ear." She hugged him close and enjoyed her
favorite feeling ..  the feeling of hot, wet sperm bathing her pussy.

   They eventually ended up cuddled together ...  and slept.

   Bob awoke to the feel of a cool feminine hand on his erect penis.  It
was stroking him slowly, building up his hard to full mast.  He was on his
side and he could smell and feel a woman in front of him, and feel another
one behind him.  All that soft warm female flesh made his dick begin to
leak as the anonymous hand languidly masturbated him.  The hand bent his
cock and nosed into what was obviously pussy hair, and then between two
fiery pussy lips.  He was only half awake, but the feel of those slick
gates made him arch his hips.  He felt his cock slip into that pussy an
inch and he heard her gasp lightly.  He was suddenly horny and he bucked
again, driving another two inches into her.  He wanted to roll on top of
her and sink deep, but it was so nice between the two women.  He let his
back relax, and he slid back out, almost completely before he flexed again
and pushed back in.  Her sleepy voice said "Mmmmmmm".

   Now he was too horny to want to lie there.  With a surge he rolled,
sliding between her thighs.  His chest felt her breasts.  He growled again
and rammed home.  He heard an agonized groan.  Something was wrong.

   "Robin?" he said.

   Her voice came to him "Hmmm?"

   From beside him.

   The realization of what had happened hit him hard.  His cock was buried
not in Robin, but in Mandy's virgin pussy.  He'd fucked it into her as if
she WAS Robin, who was used to his girth, his length.  Now his cock lay
buried in the belly of a 14 year old girl whose hymen now lay in shreds as
her pussy pulsed around his cock.

   Wait.  It WAS pulsing.  It was rippling like a flag in the wind, and
there were no more cries of pain.  She was having an ORGASM!"

   He couldn't believe it.

   It had to be genetic.  Robin could cum just from his initial
penetration, or from his suckling of her thick rubbery teats.  If he used
his mouth on her she could cum four or five times in fewer minutes.  Now
Mandy appeared to exhibit the same randy nature as her pussy orgasmed
around its first cock.  She had tried to get herself fucked earlier in the
evening and had been stopped.  Now she'd succeeded in getting a stiff prick
in her pussy and she was already enjoying it to the max.  Bob's balls began
to rumble and he felt his prick leak.  He panicked, knowing that some of
his sperm had just entered her teenaged body.  He jerked his cock out of
her and rolled to stand on the floor beside the bed.  Mandy wailed
"Nooooooooooo"

   Her wail woke Robin up.  She immediately reached for the bedside lamp.
When it came on she saw her naked daughter on her back, legs spread, her
pussy lips swollen and red and ...  yes, bloody!  Bob was standing beside
the bed, his huge hardon pointing toward the two women.  Mandy wailed again
"He had it in me Mommy, make him put it back!"

   Robin looked up at Bob, unbelieving.

   "I thought it was you!" he gasped.  "When I realized it was her I was
about to cum."

   "Make him put it back in me Mommy.  It felt so goood" moaned Mandy, who
was now rubbing her pussy frantically.

   "You didn't cum in her?" said Robin, looking at him.

   He shook his head.  He decided not to mention the precum he'd deposited
in her untried pussy.

   Robin thought.  What kind of man gets the chance to ejaculate in a
virgin and then ...  doesn't.  A good man.  She spoke again.  "Could you
... fuck her ...  without cumming in her?"

   He gaped.  He shook his head.  "No way.  She's got your pussy.  I'm
telling you I thought she WAS you.  She smelled like you, she felt like you
...  inside and out.  The only reason I realized it WASN'T you was that she
cried out when I tore her hymen.  But then, within ten seconds of that she
was having an orgasm.  I swear Robin, it's a genetic trait that you've
passed on to your daughter."

   Robin looked at her writhing daughter.  "My little fuck bunny" she said
softly.  She leaned over.  "Mandy?  Honey!" Mandy quit whining and looked
at her mother.  "Mandy, if I let him fuck you, will you promise me that
tomorrow you go on the pill?  No arguments?  No more fucking until you are
protected?  Will you promise me that?"

   Mandy nodded wildly.  "Yes Mamma, I promise."

   Robin looked up at Bob.  "Will you do it?"

   He ran his hand through his hair.  "This is crazy" he said.

   "I know" she said.  "but I know how she feels.  She NEEDS this Bob."

   For answer he stroked his cock while Mandy looked at him, her arms out.
"Are you sure Mandy?" he said.

   "Ohhhh please" she whined.

   He crawled back on the bed.  Robin grasped his cock as he got into
position and fed it to her only daughter.  Mandy's hips were wiggling so
much Robin had to tell her to be still.  Then he felt it there.  He eased
in this time, or tried to, but when half of it was there Mandy's pussy
leapt up off the bed and she impaled herself on it.

   "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEE" she wailed and he felt that spasming pussy
again.

   He turned his head to Robin who was crying.  "She's already cumming" he
said.

   Robin smiled.  "Make it one she'll remember."

   "I don't know how long I can hold out" he groaned.  "Her pussy snaps
even harder than yours does."

   He lasted another 72 seconds, not that anybody was counting.  Her
adolescent pussy sucked it out of his balls like a vacuum cleaner.

   "Oh fuck" he groaned and his balls burst.  She was 14.  It was her first
fuck.  She was probably as ripe as it was possible to be, her womb open,
eager for his seed.  All that caused his flow to be both harder, thicker
and longer.  His spurts would have gone three feet in the air.  Her womb
was packed full of his jelly and it spurted out around his cock where her
stretched pussy lips sucked at his rod.  She gasped and came with him,
babbling about how hot it felt, telling her mother how wonderful it was. 
Her mother cried, tears of sadness at the loss of her daughter's innocence,
and happiness that her daughter was experiencing the ultimate act of love
with such a fine partner.

   Robin knew their relationship would be different in the morning.  She
didn't know how it would end, and for that she cried too.  She turned the
light off.  Eventually they all slept again.

   Robin awoke to the feel of lips on her neck, and a big rough male hand
on her breast.  She rolled her head toward him.  "I love you" he whispered.
She cried again.

   He let her cry and then began to bring her to a fever pitch of passion.
she fought it at first.  "How can you want more sex?" she moaned.  "You
probably made us BOTH pregnant last night."

   He touched her places he knew she liked to be touched.  "I don't want
more sex," he said.  "I want to make love to my woman." In the end she
rolled over and welcomed him as he bred her again.  And again.  It was
Mandy who finally got them to stop and get up for breakfast.  Robin
insisted on a shower first, and he helped, until that too led to a passion
filled ...  and sperm filled pussy.

   They spent the rest of the day going on a picnic and visiting a museum.
Bob never once tried to push any of her buttons.  That night he said he
needed to go feed his fish.

   "Will you be back?" Robin asked, tears in her eyes.

   "Are you pregnant yet?" he said, seriously.

   "What?" she stuttered.

   "When you're pregnant with my fourth ...  no FIFTH son.  Then you need
to start worrying about whether I'll be back." She threw herself into his
arms.

   They got married six weeks later.  There was another genetic gift in the
family.  It was the gift of getting pregnant during your very first fuck.
Mandy was pregnant when she walked her also pregnant mother down the aisle.


   Mandy also went on the honeymoon with the happy couple.

   They didn't make her go on the pill.  She didn't really need them any
more.
   
