Like Mother, Like Daughter
written by:
Northern Flicker

They had moved in next door to me four years ago and for all outward appearances they were the perfect neighbours. Rob was in his early forties and worked hard - very hard - for his family, leaving early for work and coming home late, and it was not uncommon for his work to take him on the road for a couple of weeks at a time. When he was home the household appeared to be full of harmony. At least that's how it appeared to me.

Jean appeared to be about the same age as Rob and was a great looking woman. A gorgeous smile, always ready to burst into laughter, a wonderful figure with full, well-proportioned breasts, and she carried herself well, always dressing in a way that showed herself off to its best. When you saw them together Jean exuded an aura of love for him. There was something in her eyes when you saw them together, and in the way she often touched him. Jean was a housewife. She didn't work but was active socially and was often involved in volunteer work in the nearby city. It wasn't uncommon to see her hosting a meeting of some sort at her house, with three or four cars in their driveway.

Jean and Rob's daughter, Mandy, was 21 at the time of this story, a beautiful young woman who was so much like her mother, both in looks and mannerisms. She loved to dress in a sexy, most alluring manner, and to every man that looked her way she made sure she flaunted her attributes just a little bit more. You know, shoulders back a little to jut out her breasts, a little more of a wiggle to her ass as she walked by. The sort of thing all men appreciate, and I was certainly no exception. She held some sort of part time job but seemed to be more often than not around to help her mother when needed.

I saw them socially on a reasonably regular basis as we shared a few of friends in our small community, and as we were neighbours it was quite usual to talk with them over the fence or at the mail boxes. I had become single shortly before they became my neighbours and the pain of the event lingered with me and kept me from trying to renew any kind of meaningful relationship. Just the same I enjoyed it immensely whenever I had the opportunity to talk to either Jean or Mandy alone. They were both exceptionally friendly and they liked to stand very close when talking, the smell of their perfume tantalizing my senses and just the nearness of their bodies was an incredible pleasure. Jean would often reach out and touch me as we talked which added to the pleasure ... and the enticement. And there was always that 'something' in her eyes. I couldn't help but feel that if I made the right approach I could get either of them into bed. I just couldn't bring myself around to trying it though as I really liked their family unit and would do nothing to disrupt it.

One weekday, around noon, I bumped into a guy in the nearby city that I had known since childhood but hadn't seen for years and we decided to go for a beer and lunch together. We had been in the pub for about half an hour, catching up on each others' news and just generally talking guy stuff, when his cell phone rang. The call was over quickly and about all he said was, "You bet! Okay if I bring a friend?", and, "We'll be right there."

"What was that about?" I asked when he put his phone away.

"C'mon. You're going to enjoy this!"

We paid up and went out to his car. After about fifteen minutes I found ourselves in my neighbourhood and a minute later I was astounded when we pulled into my neighbours' driveway where there were two other cars parked.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Just wait a minute. You'll find out."

We climbed out of his car and I kind of hesitantly followed him up to the door, which he brazenly opened and then just walked inside. I really had no idea what was going on. I fully expected Jean to be hosting one of her volunteer groups because of the other cars in the driveway. The house seemed silent but my friend walked through it as if he knew exactly where he was headed ... and that was to the bedroom. As we got closer I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex. A woman's moans and then a voice that I recognised as Jean's. "Yes. Yes. Come on baby. Fuck me harder. Yes. Harder! Make me cum. Yes. Yes. Oh god, that's good. Fuck me."

We stood in the doorway and there was Jean on her back on the bed, completely naked, being fucked by a big, well-muscled, hairy guy, her legs up over his shoulders. I watched as she turned her head to the side so another smaller, mousy-looking guy could feed his big cock into her mouth. Jean took it greedily and her whole body was jerking with the hard fucking she was receiving from the big guy.

I stood there in total disbelief staring at the scene before me.

My friend said, "Not much we can do here. Let's check upstairs," and he took me by the arm and led me to the stairs. I was stunned by what I had just seen and followed him up in a daze. When we reached the top of the stairs there were more of the same noises coming out of the first room we came to, and when we looked in the door there was Mandy on her hands and knees on the bed being fucked from behind by an older guy, and from what I could see he had a huge cock. She was wearing black thigh-high stockings held up by a black garter belt, and a black lacy bra that only partly covered her breasts, leaving her nipples completely exposed. Her tits were shaking and jiggling with each thrust of the guy's big cock. "Oh god, yes. Deeper. Fuck me deeper. Oh god I love your big cock. More! Fuck me more! YESSSS! Fill my cunt with that huge cock of yours. MORE!"

My friend quickly slipped out of his pants saying, "This little slut loves to suck cock," and he got on the bed on his knees in front of her, his cock only half-hard. She looked up at his presence and in a panting, being-fucked jerking voice said, "Oh yeah. More cock. You know what I want. Let me make you hard baby. Let me suck your cock. Put it in my mouth now. Let me drink your cum," and she proceeded to do all that while the other guy continued plowing his cock into her. While she was sucking his now-hard cock he reached forward and undid her bra and her tits fell free from their partial confinement and started swinging to the movement of the fucking she was receiving. She was now groaning and grunting with the pleasure of being serviced by, and by servicing, two hard cocks.

I stood there in the doorway, still in a daze. I just couldn't bring myself to comprehend that Jean and her daughter were hosting a gang bang, and it was obviously not the first time. It dawned on me then that all the cars in her driveway all these years weren't there to discuss charities or town planning. They had been driven there by men that were there to fuck Jean and her daughter!

After watching Mandy expertly service both men for a couple of minutes I pulled away from the door and slowly made my way back downstairs. It was only then that I realised that my cock was fully hard and aching for release.

Once again I stopped at the door to the bedroom where Jean was still getting screwed. The mousy-looking guy had just pulled his cock from Jean's mouth and was jerking off onto her face, thick strings of his cum splattering across her nose and forehead. As I watched her lost in the throes of her ecstasy, her head thrown back and a grimace on her face announcing an imminent orgasm, she happened to open her eyes and glance my way. Our eyes met and hers opened wide with the realisation that a family friend was watching her as she was being fucked by two men of absolutely no consequence. Her eyes closed and her brow furrowed in an expression that could only be described as grief and as she turned her cum-covered face away from me she came with a shuddering groan.

I let myself out through the front door and walked home.

I didn't sleep well that night. I couldn't get the visions of the previous day out of my mind. They were disturbing images for me, but at the same time extremely arousing and as I lay in bed my hand wrapped itself around my aching cock and I jerked myself off to the fantasy of them, cumming with an intensity that surprised and completely drained me.

I woke up early the next morning groggy from the lack of a decent sleep and found myself consumed with not knowing how to deal with the situation. Should I just not say anything to Jean, or should I approach her and just see what transpires? Either way, in the long run, I felt it could possibly make any kind of further relationship with her as a friend impossible. As it turned out my dilemma was quickly resolved.

Just as I was about to leave home for the day, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Jean standing there. She was dressed, not tidy and well groomed as I had always seen her, but in an old loose-fitting sweat shirt and jeans and she had a very concerned look on her face.

"Can I come in?" she asked in a quiet, hesitant voice.

I stepped back without a word and she entered. We stood facing each other just inside the door.

"You were there yesterday. You were the friend who was invited to come along weren't you," she said, more as a statement than as a question.

"Yes I was," was all I could say, and all I felt necessary to say.

There was a long silence and then she spoke again.

"You didn't expect to see what you did, did you?"

"I had no idea."

A pause and she continued. "I'm sure you're wondering why that was going on and I'd like to talk if you can spare me the time." She followed that up emphatically with, "I really need to talk."

"Jean, before you say anything more, please know that I'm not upset with you and I'm not standing in judgement of you in any way."

"Thank you. That means a lot to me."

"I still have some coffee left if you'd like some."

"That would be nice."

She seemed to relax a little, then as we sat in the kitchen she continued, "I'm not too sure where to start and I hope I don't ramble. Let me start by saying that Rob is a wonderful man and I really do love him. It's just that he's so wrapped up in his work that he never really has a lot of time for me, and it's been that way since shortly after we were married. About ten years after Mandy was born I realised that I had turned into nothing more than a frumpy housewife. I was frustrated and starved for some attention. I happened to meet someone and one thing led to another and before I knew it I was in his bed. The affair lasted a couple of years and then quite suddenly he broke it off. I never knew why. I can't say that I was heartbroken but I did know that the affair had been thrilling. I experienced things with him I hadn't known before and when he left the sexual void in me was unbearable."

She paused then looked at me. "Can you understand that?"

I nodded and let her continue.

"After a few months of built-up frustration I eventually decided that I had to do something about it and one day I got up my nerve and went to an upscale bar in the city just to see if I could find some sort of companionship. I ended up sitting with a couple of good-looking, well-dressed guys and the drinks started flowing pretty freely. I can't say that I didn't know what I was doing when I eventually went to a hotel with them because deep down I knew it was what I wanted."

She looked at me with a deep, penetrating look and said, "Being taken by two men at once was an incredible experience. Maybe you can imagine what it must have been like, and maybe you can't, but I went home completely satisfied. More satisfied than I had ever been in my life. My frustrations were put aside, at least for the moment. Three weeks later the desire was there again and I repeated the same thing, but with two different men. It wasn't long before it became almost a weekly event and eventually I started to occasionally bring men home, and that soon progressed to sometimes even a couple of times a week, for a few hours of uninhibited sex when Rob was away and Mandy was at school."

She looked at me with a downcast look and with slumped shoulders. It gave her, somehow, a defeated look. "So now you know something more about who I am and what I am."

"And Mandy? Jean, I saw her as well. How did she get involved in this?"

"Oh god. Then you saw the whole thing."

The defeated look became even more intense, then she continued quietly. "You must believe that it was something I never intended to happen. Something I would never have wanted to happen. She was in her last year of high school and came home very early one day and walked in on me while I was with three men. Understandably she freaked out and started screaming and yelling. One of the guys grabbed her and started shaking her to get her to shut up and when she started hitting him one of the others went to help. When she kicked him in the balls they got really mad at her and started tearing off her clothes. I was yelling at them to leave her alone when the third guy grabbed me and pinned me down on the bed. There was nothing I could do and the two others finally got her down and one started having his way with her. I was frantic and was being forced to watch. She struggled and fought back but within a minute a change came over her and I could tell she was enjoying it. She suddenly had her legs wrapped around the guy's waist and she was bucking away beneath him and moaning. I was in tears and still pinned down on the bed and was pleading with them to leave when the one who had been kicked came over and the two of them started having sex with me. I wanted nothing of it and tried to stop them but they were too strong and within a minute my resistance crumbled, just like my daughter's had, and there we were. Mother and daughter in the same room having sex with three men."

I had never seen Jean like this before. She looked guilt ridden and full of remorse. Her voice broke when she said, "The next day I was feeling awful about myself and what had happened when Mandy approached me and insisted that she would be there any time I had men over or she would tell Rob. I didn't say anything to her but I couldn't accept that, and so for the next several weeks when I needed my satisfaction I went into town alone, found some men, and had it in a hotel. Eventually, after about a month and a half, Mandy approached me again and said that she knew what I was doing and wanted to be a part of it. She didn't repeat her threat and I don't actually think it had been a real threat. It's not in her to be spiteful but for some reason I just relented, and the next day I brought four men home. The situation has been like that ever since. I set up the men and she's there to share them with me. But there's something else I want you to know. We're never in the same room when we're doing it and we've never once talked about our experiences. It just happens and that's the end of it until the next time."

And then she started to cry. "So now you know the dark side of me. I don't know where I'm going. It scares me but I can't seem to break away from doing what I'm doing. It's like an addiction, and now, after I've had one of these sessions, I hate myself for it. What's wrong with me? Oh god, I've become nothing but a slut and I've turned my daughter into one too!"

The tears were streaming down her face as she sat there looking down at the table top, her hands gripping the coffee cup.

I turn to jelly when a woman cries. I just can't help it. I can't just ignore it like many men seem to be able to and I feel the need to comfort them. Anything to make the tears stop. I got up and walked around to her and put my arms around her shoulders and she threw herself against me, her face buried against my stomach and her arms wrapped around my waist, her body shaking with great wracking sobs.

"It's okay Jean. It's okay." What the hell else could I say?

"It's not okay. It's just not," she sobbed."I don't know what to do. I don't know anything anymore except how to be a slut."

"What about Rob, Jean? You're a beautiful woman. I just can't believe he's not there for you to give you what you need. Can't you get him interested in you enough to satisfy you?" I felt stupid for having said it.

"I've tried everything. Believe me, everything, but nothing seems to work. When we do have sex it's good but it's too infrequent and it's not enough for me." She was still wracked with deep snotty sobs and was sometimes pretty difficult to understand. She continued on with her face pressed against me. "It's not the amount of sex that I'm having that bothers me. I love the sex. I've come to need a lot of it in my life and I know there's nothing wrong with that. It's who I'm having it with. That's the problem. They're all strangers and I've really come to despise them just like I despise myself. There's no personal contact. There's no relationship and I'm still so lonely at home."

I still had my arms around her, patting her back and stroking the back of her head. Because of the tears at first I hadn't been particularly aware of her closeness to me, but now I was feeling her warmth and the softness of her pushed against me, and then the predictable thing happened. My cock started to get hard.

Innocently enough I said, "But Jean, you have lots of friends. If you don't want strangers anymore and Rob won't give you what you need you're bound to be able to find someone you know that will. Someone you can trust."

She was still crying. "That's just it. I don't really have many friends and the problem is that I don't want to take the chance of wrecking their marriages. They all seem so happy with their lives. It would kill me to do that to them. And I'm also afraid of what would happen to me and to Rob in this town if that happened and it got out that I was the one that did it."

I stood there without speaking for awhile, her crying against me and me stroking her hair and my hardening cock straining increasingly against my trousers.

She eventually calmed down and said quietly, "I've never talked to anyone about this. I know what you must think about me but thank you for listening. I think I know I can trust you with all of this. When I saw you looking at me when I was ... oh dammit I might as well say it ... when I was getting fucked, I was crushed and I knew it was time to somehow change what I've been doing. It's felt really good to be able to get the words out with you just now. And there's something else. Thank you for not joining in what you came across. Believe it or not, that means a lot to me."

By this time my cock was fully hard and I couldn't imagine that she didn't feel it as she was still pressed against me.

"Jean, I'm glad you came to talk to me and for being so open about yourself. I have to admit it really was a shock for me seeing you ... well ... getting fucked, but I can understand you have your needs. It's just one of those things. And I agree, there's nothing wrong with having a strong sex drive and doing whatever you need to do to satisfy it, and I also agree that there has to be more to it than just the raw sex. You're a strong woman. I know you'll find your way."

"Oh god, you're such an exception." Her voice had broken again and a few tears were running down her face. She looked up at me and said, "I know you have to get going. I've kept you long enough. Thanks again for listening and giving me your thoughts and comfort. I have to say it again though, and you have to understand that the sex is so important to me and I need it. I really need it. I've come to crave it and I can't just give it up, but I just have to get out of this cycle with strangers somehow. I can't be a slut with just anyone that comes along now but ...", and her voice broke again, "I think I'll always be one. I just need it to be different now, that's all."

I started to say, "There's no need ..." but stopped short when her hand moved up over the lump in my pants and she slowly rubbed my engorged cock through the material.

She had a look in her reddened eyes that was somehow a mix of concern and desire when she said, "I couldn't help but notice. I'm glad you're showing this ... this sensitivity towards me. Maybe ... if it's alright with you ... do you think I can start breaking that cycle off right now by saying thank you, in the way I know best, for being such a good friend? Such an understanding friend?"

There was no way I was going to break the moment so I was silent as she undid my pants and slipped them, along with my shorts, down past my knees. My cock sprung free from its confines and she took it in her hand. She looked up at me and said in a husky voice, "You have a beautiful cock," and moved her face towards it and slipped it into her warm, moist mouth. I felt her tongue move around the underside of my shaft and when she pulled her head back she flicked its tip over and around the swollen, sensitive head a number of times before she moved her lips forward onto it again.

After softly sucking on it and massaging my balls for a minute she pulled back and looked up at me with an intense look in her face. "I told you I need the sex. It's become a driving part of my life and feeling your cock getting hard felt wonderful to me. And you know what else? It feels wonderful to be doing this for a friend and not a stranger. To have a friend's cock in my mouth and to be able to say ‘thanks' like this... well, it makes me feel better."

Moving back from me she reached down and pulled her old sweat shirt up and over her head. She was braless and her breasts were gorgeous. I couldn't say anything and she smiled up at me with that ‘something' in her eyes, then she lowered her head, tilting it to one side and ran her tongue down the underside of my cock to my balls. Cupping them in her hand she probed at them with her tongue, pressed her face against them and then sucked both of them into her mouth, working them around gently with her tongue. She moved her head back slightly a few times, tugging at them with her mouth before releasing them with a slurping pop between her lips, causing me to groan with the pleasure of the dull sexual ache, and then once again took my cock deep inside her mouth. Looking down at her I watched her hand deftly stroke my cock as she sucked it, her breasts swaying and jiggling gently with the movement of her head and I soon felt myself building towards orgasm. When I came she took me to the back of her mouth to swallow my cum. She ran her free hand behind my balls, pressing upwards and stroking with her fingers, milking me and ensuring she received not just the main spurts of my cum but the last ooze of it as well. My knees had nearly buckled when I came and I leaned over her, cradling the back of her head to me, my cock still in her mouth, her tongue still stroking it.

She finally pulled back, and my still-hard cock slipped from her mouth. Standing up she smiled at me, looking into my eyes with that special look of hers, then kissed me on the mouth. "Your cum tastes as beautiful as your cock looks. Thanks again for everything. I've got to get going though. Rob's coming home today, in just a couple of hours actually, and he's taking a few days off. We've got some things planned. I'll say ‘bye for now." She pulled her sweat shirt back on, turned and went out the door.

The rest of my day wasn't very productive as visions of mother and daughter getting fucked, Jean's revelations to me that morning and the sight and sensations of her sucking my cock, and of her beautiful naked breasts, kept running through my head. In fact, it continued like that into the morning of the next day, a Saturday, which was a rainy, gloomy sort of day.

I found myself in a constant state of arousal, my cock continuously at least half hard and by mid morning, just as I was about to jerk myself off, the doorbell rang and when I opened the door Jean was standing there, once again with something of a concerned look on her face. She was dressed in her usual fine manner again.

"I'm surprised to see you," I said as I motioned for her to come in. "I thought that you were spending the next few days with Rob."

She looked downcast briefly then said with irritation in her voice, "He decided he had to go in to the office today. Can you believe it? It's Saturday for God's sake." She sighed, reached out and put her hand lightly on my arm, and then continued. "Our talk yesterday really did mean a lot to me. I think I've found more of a friend in you than I had thought was really there. Please don't take that in a negative kind of way. It's just that yesterday I opened my eyes towards you."

"In what way?"

"I think I said it in a number of ways but mainly I was surprised that you didn't try to take advantage of my tears. Yes, I know your cock became hard when you were consoling me but I took it as a sign of sensitivity to my ... 'problem'... and that meant a lot to me. There's something that I'm concerned about though."

"And what's that Jean?"

"Now you know what kind of woman I am I'm worried that you might feel that I took advantage of your sensitivity towards me when I ... when I sucked your cock."

When she said that I felt myself, not surprisingly, becoming fully hard. "No Jean. You were open to me and explained your situation and your needs. I think what happened was a natural enough reaction for both of us. You certainly didn't take advantage of me. And if you don't mind me saying, having my cock in your mouth is something I've fantasised about since we first met. What you did with it was wonderful."

"I'm glad to hear that because, to be really honest, I've always wondered too how it would feel to have your cock in my mouth. Now I know and I'd like to repeat the experience sometime." She paused and a little nervously continued. "I told you that I feel I've become a slut and that I need sex. I need a lot of sex. Well, I don't know how you'll react to this but ... please tell me if I'm offending you. I'd like you to help me change from what I've been doing and for you to give me the sex I need. Do you ... do you think that would work for you? Would you want me to be your slut? No strings attached?"

I was thunderstruck for a moment but eventually said, "That's an offer that's pretty difficult to refuse Jean. I just hope that I wouldn't disappoint you, but I guess we could start finding out right now though couldn't we?"

She stepped towards me, pressing her body against mine. We stood there for a minute in a soft embrace, our hands slowly exploring each other and her tongue probing between my lips.

Our passion was quickly building when the damned doorbell rang. We jumped, breaking our embrace and the start of our mutual exploration of each other.

"Oh Hell!" she said. "I'm going to go into the kitchen. I just don't want to be seen here at the moment. Do you mind?"

"Not at all. We'll continue this in a few minutes."

She kissed me quickly, placed her hand briefly on the lump in my pants, squeezed it, said huskily "I can't wait," then scurried out of sight. Somewhat flustered I adjusted my hard cock upwards against my belly and answered the door. When I opened it Mandy was standing there.

"Could I come in out of the rain?"

She didn't have the concerned look on her face that Jean had when she had turned up. In fact the look on her face was in total contrast to the day outside. When she was inside I took her wet coat and she sat down in the living room.

"Mom spoke to me this morning about you having seen what was going on at our place the other day."

"Yeah, I did get an eye full."

She smiled coyly and continued, "We had a pretty deep talk. She told me what she told you about not wanting the group thing with strangers anymore. I have to agree with her. Being involved with what we've been doing has been interesting for me, and don't get me wrong, the sex has been incredible but I feel it's time for me to get on with my life. What we've been doing is dangerous and it's leading nowhere so I'm calling an end to it as well. I applied to go to university this fall and I expect to hear any day now whether or not I've been accepted. I'm pretty anxious and excited about it. If I am accepted I'll be leaving right afterwards to get set up with accommodation and all the other stuff I'll need to do."

"Good for you Mandy! I'm really pleased you're doing this." I was really being sincere and I think she recognised it.

"Thanks." And then she paused a bit. "I've been wondering about something though. Do you mind if I ask?"

"What's that?"

"I didn't see you that day but I'm wondering why you didn't join in. What was your reaction to what was going on?"

"Well I was pretty surprised to say the least."

"That's not what I meant. You didn't join in but when you saw what was going on you probably watched for awhile didn't you?"

"Yes. Yes I did watch you for a couple of minutes."

"So if you watched you must have found it intriguing then. And what was your reaction?"

She was really fishing so I thought I might as well be completely honest and there was obviously no need to be euphemistic with her, in spite of the fact that I knew her mother was listening. "I found it to be erotic as hell. I've never seen a sexier looking woman than you were just then. I have a thing about women wearing sexy lingerie. You were wearing those stockings, the garter belt and that bra, and that guy with the big cock was giving you one hell of a fucking. When the other guy took off your bra and your tits fell free and started shaking and swinging and you started sucking his cock I nearly came in my pants."

"But why didn't you join in?"

"I guess I've asked myself the same question. I don't really have an answer but I think it had something to do with you and your family being my neighbours and my friends. Do you think that's old fashioned?"

"No. Not at all. I like it in fact. That's an attitude that I think is probably pretty rare nowadays. But what if the situation was different? What if it hadn't been a group thing? What if you had been specifically invited to get involved?"

"Mandy, that's a tough question to answer. I'd be lying if I said I've never thought about having sex with either you or your mom. I really like you both but it had only ever been a fantasy with me. Nothing more."

"I've always been able to see it in your eyes when we've spoken and you might as well know that I didn't mind the thought of it either. Maybe it was the neighbour and friend thing for me too that kept me from following through with it."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Can you wait a few minutes? I've got something for you at home that I want to go and get. I'll be right back." She got up, put her coat back on and she went out the door.

I never thought I would ever have a conversation about sex with Mandy, particularly one where I admitted to wanting to fuck her, and then to have her say she had thought about it as well. I was still pondering it when Jean walked into the room.

I turned to her and asked, "Where's this going?"

Jean came up to me, gave me that special look and placed her hand on my cheek. "As she said we had an open and frank talk this morning and you were a part of the discussion. When she comes back I'm guessing that you're going to receive a terrific fucking from her. This may sound funny, but I want her to have an experience with you that has some feeling. Do you know what I mean? I don't think it's something she's ever experienced and it's something I know you can give her. Please do it for me, would you? And if it's possible I'd like to watch. I want to see what I'm in for with you later as your slut. Do you mind?"

I was a little beside myself, suddenly being the centre of attention for two beautiful women. "Jean, I'm kind of reluctant to have sex with your daughter while you're watching."

That special something was still in her eyes when she said, "Please don't let my presence affect you okay? Please think of it as being a big favour to me, and you can bet that I repay favours in marvellous ways." She ran her tongue enticingly over her lips when she finished saying it.

"Alright. How could I possibly mind if that's what you want."

"Thank you so much. I'm going to go and find a place to make myself comfortable." She reached down and squeezed my balls, kissed me and left.

Only a few minutes had passed when I heard the front door open and a moment later Mandy walked into the living room where I was sitting. She was wearing a long raincoat which was closed tightly around her waist by its belt. I couldn't help but notice her high heeled shoes and sheer black stockings.

She stood in the centre of the room. "I wanted to get you this," she said as she undid the belt. The raincoat parted in the front and I saw she was dressed exactly as she had been when I had seen her having sex the other day. She slid the coat off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I was speechless.

Slowly turning around she asked, "Is this what you found intriguing?"

While she turned she raised both arms above her head, stretching them straight and holding her hands together, like a figure skater doing a turn. Her breasts lifted high from within the skimpy bra, her nipples fully exposed. Like before she wore no panties, but I hadn't been able to see her pussy then. I wasn't surprised to see it was shaved and there was a small patch of short hair left above her slit which accentuated the pouting lips of her young cunt.

She turned around completely once more, lowering her arms while she did.

"Yes, that's part of what I found so intriguing. I'm finding it extremely intriguing right now."

Standing up, I removed my clothes, freeing my cock which had already been hard before she arrived. As I did she started to move towards me.

"No, stay where you are," I told her, and walked to her naked, my hard cock preceding me. Her eyes cast over my body but kept returning to my cock.

"I like hair on a man's chest," she said as she reached out and placed her hand on it. "It can tickle my nipples if it's used properly ... which I like. And I was told that you have a beautiful cock.

"It appears there are no secrets," I said jokingly.

"Why would you want that to be one?" she replied.

As a comeback I said, "And I've heard that you like sucking cocks."

"It appears there are no secrets," she replied with a laugh.

"I certainly don't see why that should be one," and I winked at her.

"Anyways I can see that it's true ... the part about your cock I mean ... which I also like. But tell me..." and she spoke now in a very sultry tone, "You just said that looking at me is only part of what you found intriguing. I want to hear more."

Walking slowly around her I admired her body, running my hand over her shoulder, down her back and over the curve of her ass. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

"It wasn't just the way you looked," I said. I let my hand slide around her waist, on the garter belt, as I circled her. As I came around to face her I placed both of my hands lightly on her shoulders and let them slide down to cover her young, firm breasts, presented up to me by her bra, feeling their warmth and softness and the hardness of her nipples against my palms. "There was a lot more."

"Tell me."

"I love hearing a woman talk dirty during sex. Telling me what she wants and being completely clear about it." I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "You told that guy, ‘You know what I want. Let me suck your cock. Let me drink your cum' That's what's more. It sounded incredible to me and I've been hardly able to get the sound of those words out of my mind ever since. I've been hardly able to get the thought of fucking you out of my mind."

"Then what are you waiting for?" she said.

It finally dawned on me what Jean was getting at. Perhaps she had never experienced any decent foreplay and that it had always been ‘Let's just get on with it and fuck' for her. She had never experienced sex with feeling before.

"I'm waiting until you're ready. Until I'm ready."

Her expression revealed some surprise at that so I moved around behind her, running my hands over her back and shoulders again then playing with her long hair. She let her head hang back again, obviously enjoying the moment. Leaning forward I kissed the side of her exposed throat and ran my tongue up to her ear. My hands moved around to her belly and slid up to once again cover her breasts.

"Mmmm, I'm enjoying this," she breathed.

I kissed and licked down her back and eventually knelt behind her, running my hands up and down the length of her stocking-clad legs while gently biting and kissing the cheeks of her ass, and finally running my tongue, in one long lick up along the crack of her ass. She squealed with delight at the sensation.

Still kneeling, I turned her around so her pussy was in front of my face. While I continued running my hands up and down her legs, relishing the transition from smooth nylon to soft flesh, I very lightly kissed her slightly protruding pussy lips. She groaned in response and when I ran my tongue along her slit she whispered, "Oh god, yes. Oh. Ohhhh. Lick me. Lick my cunt." Her cunt was now dripping and I lapped up her juices, savouring her sweet taste.

"I think I'm ready now. Would you please fuck me now. Please," she said, and I stood up before her and placed my arms around her waist. My cock had nestled up between her slightly spread legs and she wriggled herself around it to bring it higher into her crotch as she placed her arms around my neck, kissing me. I unhooked her bra and she lifted her arms up as I slipped the flimsy garment up and off them. One of my hands returned to cup her breast while the other ran down her back to hold and squeeze one of the soft cheeks of her ass.

"I told you. When I'm ready ... and I'm not. First I want you to lie face down on the carpet."

I watched as she stretched out on the carpet at my feet, her head to one side resting on the backs of her hands. Straddling her I lowered myself to a kneeling position over her ass, my cock resting between her cheeks, and I proceeded to give her a massage.

As my thumbs kneaded her back and shoulders deeply I could feel her relax and after a couple of minutes, in a purring whisper, she said, "Oh this is so nice. It's so nice having someone take the time to pay attention to me first. This is what's been missing. This is what I need."

After at least ten minutes I slipped my dripping cock down the crack of her ass and poked at her pussy. "Oh I don't want you to stop massaging me. It feels so good, but I need your cock inside me. Please do both for me. Please."

I pushed a little further and slipped easily inside her dripping cunt, but only just past the head of my cock.

"I need more. Please. Push it all the way in. Please".

"I'm not quite ready yet," and I pulled back, shifted off of her and rolled her over onto her back. I knelt between her legs and leaned over her, kissing her neck and licking her ear. Mandy was breathing heavily now, her eyes closed, as I placed my lips around her nipple and flicked it with my tongue causing her to groan.

I kissed and licked my way from her breasts over her stomach and down to her pussy and started toying with it with my lips and tongue. I felt her nylon-clad legs and feet moving over my lower back as she writhed at the sensations of her cunt being eaten. When I felt her building towards orgasm I shifted my ministrations slightly, preventing her from cumming. I did this three times and each time she begged me not to stop, doing what I told her I liked, talking during sex. "Please don't stop eating me. Please keep it up. Make me cum. Eat my cunt please. Suck my clit. Eat me. Oh god. Please!"

When I finally relented and brought her over the edge she screamed when she came, grabbing my head and pulling my face against her sopping wet pussy, smearing her juices over me.

When she came down off her high I moved over her. "Do you want my cock now?"

"Oh, yes. Please. Please fuck me now!"

"How? How do you want me to fuck you?"

"I don't care. Just fuck me now please. Anyway you want. Please. Just fuck me. Push your cock inside my cunt and fuck me hard!"

I rolled her over on her belly then slipped my arm beneath her waist and lifted her ass up in front of me. "This is how I saw you being fucked before. This is what intrigued me. This is how I want to fuck you." Pressing my cock against her pussy, but without penetrating her, I ran my hands up over her back and moved one around to squeeze one of her tits. She groaned as I pinched her nipple. I placed my hands on her ass again then ran them down her thighs over her smooth nylons. The swollen head of my cock pushed between her puffy, wet cunt lips. "Tell me that you want my cock."

"Oh god, yes. I want your cock. Fuck me with your beautiful, big hard cock. Give it all to me. Now!""

With an easy push I slid my cock into her and we started to fuck. I was amazed at how tight her cunt was as I had somehow expected for it to be different given the amount of fucking it had been receiving by god knows how many men. What a delight!

She came quickly and I held her in place before me as I very slowly continued fucking her until I finally came as well. My cock remained hard and, changing positions several times, she came three more times over the next fifteen minutes and finally I came a second time, both of us panting and sweating heavily.

We lay there in the afterglow of marvellous sex, her head resting on my chest and my arm around her, caressing her side, when I remembered Jean. She had been silent and remained where she was, obviously having just watched me fuck her daughter.

Mandy's voice was calm and quiet. "I said it before but I want you to hear it again. This is what I've been missing. This is what I need from a man. It's not just about fucking. It's about attention and care." She rolled over partly on top of me and looked me in the eyes. "Thank you for this," and she kissed me fully and sensuously on the mouth.

Ten minutes later she was dressed and gone and I lay on the floor sated.

After the door closed I heard the soft sound of Jean approaching and then her voice softly saying, "I want to thank you for that as well. And don't think that just because that beautiful cock of yours isn't hard anymore that you can now have a rest, because I aim to change that."

She slid down over me and took my partly softened cock, still wet with her daughter's juices and my cum, into her mouth. Pausing for a moment she lifted her head, and with that ‘something' in her eyes said, "Oh god you taste good. When does your slut get her first massage?"