lover.'
Steve's voice was incredulous. 'How in the hell do you know? That's pretty hard to believe, knowing Polly as I do.'
'Well Daddy, I've been messing around a little with the boys this summer so far, and they liked it a lot. They began opening up, and it seems that Mrs. Bell and her husband were into the modeling business and Polly designed and modeled lingerie. The boys showed me an album that Mr. and Mrs. Bell kept of pictures of her, and Daddy, it turned even me on to see her dressed in those things. I'm almost ready to get some of the items that aren't worn as much now, but sure look wild.'
She whirled in front of him and held her skirt high on her thighs. 'You think you'd like seeing me in nylons and a sexy garter belt, or maybe some skimpy bras and waist cinches? I remember the first night you let me make love to you, Ellie wore nylons, remember?'
Steve grinned. 'I never mentioned those things, honey, because they're considered old fashioned, but there's no denying they do turn a man's head.'
Sandy sat back down and continued talking. 'Anyway, the boys described another album they once found showing Polly and her husband in poses with no clothes on. She was tied up in some, and on her knees in some, and just various poses in which she was being mastered or subjugated. You know what I'm talking about.'
'The boys said they heard their parents making love a few times, and Mr. Bell used to order Polly around, and the boys said that their mother would beg him to do more. So, I figured that she must have a little masochism in her. They'd get excited when we talked about things like that, and when I saw them get hard-ons, I'd let them play with my titties and then I'd masturbate them. I haven't sucked them off or let them screw me, but they have taken their clothes off, and I let them see me nude too. It was kinda neat getting them excited and seeing them come in my hand. They're both built nearly like an adult, Dad.'
'You think you're ready to try screwing them?' Steve asked. He was getting quite aroused with this conversation.
'Well, I think I may do that real soon. Anyway, I told them about masochists and people making it with their children, especially mothers with their sons, if the mothers didn't have any sex life with their husbands or didn't have a husband. The boys said they would be scared to approach their mother, but then this morning things changed.'
Steve was eager for her to continue now. 'Well, don't keep me in suspense, what happened?'
Sandy smiled and, reaching over to her father, began playing with his erect cock. Her voice lowered and she said, 'Well, it seems that the boys woke up a little horny and they were looking at that album I told you about, with Polly's pictures in the negligees and stockings and stuff, and they started to jack-off. Their mother must have been watching them because Peter said that she came into the room and was shaking a little and her face got red. Peter said he and Donny were scared and really didn't make any advances to her, but the next thing they knew she was playing with their cocks and ended up blowing Donny and then taking Peter on his bed and sucking his cock too. Donny told me that his mother even let him fuck her before they were through.'
Steve whistled softly and leaned back as Sandy continued slowly stroking his huge erection. 'My God, I'm almost forty years old, but I swear I'd give five years of my life to have seen that. There's something about that woman that has always interested me, and then to think of her blowing her sons. Christ, she must have really been driven over the edge with need. It's exciting, but it's a little sad too.'
'Well Dad, I thought the same thing so I sort of took things in hand and told the boys what to do this afternoon. If it works out they're going to tell me and then maybe we'll go visit Mrs. Bell. What do you think about that?'
'What did you tell them, Sandy? We don't want to do anything that would hurt her or her sons. Our way of life is unique and it's not fair to force it on someone else.'
'Nothing to worry about there, Daddy. I didn't tell them about us, but I did tell them that some people do make it with their children and like it a lot. I also tried to explain masochism and how some people like being a slave to someone they love. The twins seemed to understand right away. Anyway, they went home at noon today with the intent of making it with their mother again and seeing how much they could get her to do. They're smart Dad, and they love their mother very much. It's going to be real interesting. I've been waiting for them to either come ever or call me. They said they would.'
'Did you mention that you're available if Polly turns out to be agreeable? I've seen you get pretty turned on by women in situations like that. In fact, I've never seen you go down on a woman unless they were slaves.'
'Daddy, you know you're the only one I like to serve. Other people are fun, but I usually seem to be stronger than they are. I hope Polly turns out to be fun. I think you've got a yen for her ass too, don't you?'
'You're a real little bitch lately aren't you? I think you're trying to get me paired off with her.'
Sandy sat on the bed beside her father and leaned down to lick the semen that was exuding from his aroused cock.
Smiling at him she said, 'Wouldn't you enjoy sticking this big thing in Polly's hot little cunt, Dad? I mean, I know I suck a great cock, but that's not the only way for a man to enjoy himself.' Her look was taunting and she was turning her father on more than he could stand any longer.
Steve pulled her legs around so that he could reach under her gown and grasp her panties. He quickly stripped them down her golden legs and spread her thighs. She lay her head in his lap and licked his scrotum as his fingers slipped into her hot, tight cunt.
'Oh, Jesus Dad, that feels so good. God, I hope the twins get Polly started. I would love to have them all the time to screw.'
The language and the sight of his daughter moving his privates with her wet, red tongue, was all Steve could take. He lowered his face to her hot crotch and, spreading her silken thighs wide, began sucking and probing into her sweet smelling vagina. His hands gripped her ass cheeks, and as she shuddered with passion, he began slipping one finger past her tight sphincter muscle and into her rectal channel.
'Oh Daddy, eat me. God I want to come in your mouth. Oh Daddy it's so good to feel you in me with your finger, fuck me harder with it.'
Their language aroused both of them to the point that Sandy could no longer ignore the stiff dick in her hand that bobbed back and forth in front of her face. She captured the large purple colored head in her lips and began probing into the tiny hole on top with her pointed tongue. Her suction and tongue action soon had a steady stream of pre-seminal fluid running into her mouth and down her throat. Steve's tongue was digging at her tender cunt, and she too was discharging her creamy passion for him to suck down.
Finally Sandy could stand the sweet ecstasy no longer and gripped her father's head with her thighs and pumped her cunt hard against his greedy mouth. His hand was pistoning his finger in and out of her bowels. She whimpered as his cock reached further and further into her constricting throat, his own hips moving back and forth.
They both came at the same time. His come gushed into his daughter's sucking mouth, and try as she might, she couldn't keep all of it in her mouth. The amount always amazed Sandy. She had blown grown men in the past three years, but her father's semen was always the sweetest, and his balls held more than any man she'd blown. Her own orgasm was churning her insides now and as she gurgled and sucked and swallowed, her hips ground themselves against Steve's mouth. He swallowed each spurt of come she pumped from her loins and eagerly swallowed it. He loved the taste of his daughter's cunt and never failed to become almost frenzied each time he ate her cunt as he was doing now.
They finally achieved their individual orgasm and were tenderly licking away the last remaining drops of each other's come when their intimacies were suddenly interrupted by the strident ringing of their phone.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Pauline Bell was quietly lying between the naked bodies of her two boys. They were asleep and their gentle breathing told her that she could probably get off the bed without awakening them. She too was completely nude, and she crawled off the bed with mixed emotions about herself. Going into her bathroom and shutting the door, she quickly got into the shower and cleansed the accumulation of perspiration and male semen from her body. The
