him to the sofa or floor, he pulled away.
'Maybe I'll stop again next time I'm in town,' he promised and stepped through the door.
Leaning against the door facing, she watched him stroll down the walk. Her cunt throbbed and dribbled the cum he had left there. She turned, closed the door, and went back to the kitchen. She stopped in her tracks.
On the kitchen table lay a photograph. For a moment she thought he might have left it. Then she looked at it and her heart stopped. It was an instant-developing type and it was a picture of her a straddle the young man's lap, his cock plainly visible, entering her naked cunt. She gasped and glanced around the room. She was alone. She picked it up and ran through the house. A quick search told her that she was alone.
She stood in the center of the living room and tried to push down the fear that was bubbling up in her throat. She had no idea who had taken the picture.
CHAPTER NINE
Throughout dinner, Louise was quiet and acted as if she were in a daze, which in fact she was. She cast secretive glances at the members of her family and wondered what they would do if they saw the photograph that she had secreted away.
As if to confirm that it was a day of strange occurrences, Kathy and Beth insisted that she go to the living room with Martin and leave them to clean up the dishes after dinner. Her shock showing on her face, she finally conceded to their demands and left the kitchen to them.
Martin settled into his chair with the paper and she fidgeted with a magazine. Her mind refused to focus on the world around her. Every time she tried, the photograph flashed into her mind. She refought the battle over and over whether to tell. Martin and show it to him. She knew what the picture could do to him and his career if it fell into the wrong hands or if it was already in the wrong hands. She shivered with the thought of what would happen to her world and her family.
'I'm going to take my shower,' Kathy announced as she passed through the room. The statement snapped Louise back to reality for a moment.
She drifted back to her thoughts as she heard the hiss of water in the bathroom. Beth wandered into the room and sat on the arm of her father's chair. He smiled up at the girl. She read the paper over his shoulder.
The water stopped in the shower and Louise was vaguely aware of the noises of the girl moving around in her room. Beth slid off the chair arm and disappeared. Louise heard the shower hiss again.
Kathy re-entered the room, clad in her shorty gown and a tight pair of panties. Louise glanced at the girl's round, nearly exposed ass as she crossed to her father's chair and pushed his paper out of the way and slid onto his lap. For a moment, it didn't register and then slowly she awakened. The girl had her arms looped around his neck and was smiling seductively at her rather as they whispered.
Louise looked hard at her husband and her daughter. There was something definitely sexual about their expressions and response to each other. Her eyes fell on his hand as it slowly rubbed the girl's ass through the sheer panties. In spite of herself, Louise felt heat and passion rising slowly in her crotch. She imagined what the situation was doing to his cock. She wondered for a moment why she wasn't feeling jealousy. For some reason that she couldn't explain, she only envied the girl.
Beth padded into the room. Panties were her only garment. Louise started and squeaked.
'It's so hot, I just couldn't find anything to wear,' she explained softly to her wide-eyed mother.
Louise nodded silently. The girl's nipples stood erect on her flat chest. The panties she wore were even sheerer than Kathy's. Louise could see plainly the hairless little slit.
Beth settled on the arm of Martin's chair and put her arm around the back of it, leaning over to kiss his lips. Louise lurched. She shook her head. Her whole day had been a jumble and now it was turning topsy-turvy.
'Oh, let me show her,' Kathy giggled, her voice rising above a whisper. Louise lifted her eyes to them.
Kathy slid off Martin's bulging lap and crossed slowly to her mother. Louise held her breath. The girl sat down beside her on the sofa. Only then did the woman see the small stack of photographs in the girl's hand. Her heart jumped into her throat.
'Beth and I took some interesting pictures today with Daddy's Polaroid,' she said.
Louise glared at the girl, anger and fear bubbling up in her throat. She clenched her fist and tensed. Kathy held the pictures out to her. For several seconds Louise looked from the pictures to her daughter's smiling face. Slowly her hand took them and she looked down at the first one.
It was a clear shot of her sitting on the kitchen table, her head down, her mouth filled with the young panhandler's cock. Her heart stopped. She sat frozen for a moment, too stunned to move or speak. She jerked and snatched the picture off the top of the pile. The next one was of him lapping at her hairy, gaping cunt. Again and again she shuffled a picture aside. Each one was a different phase of her love making with the young man.
She almost passed the next one. It was of Kathy, naked, kneeling before Martin. His cock was in the girl's mouth and Kathy was actually managing to smile with her mouth stretched open so wide. Louise stiffened. Her eyes rose to meet the smiling face of her daughter.
'See, Mom,' the girl said quietly, 'you aren't the only one who likes sex and especially sucking cocks.'
The woman winced as she heard the word roll off her daughter's lips. Her eyes flicked quickly across to her husband. His face was smiling, too, though with other incentive. His fingers were working slowly at Beth's nylon- covered crotch, between the girl's spread legs.
'Oh, God!' Louise moaned hoarsely.
'Don't fight it, Mom, join us,' the younger girl rasped through the passion that her father's fingers had stirred up.
Something touching her breast jerked Louise's mind almost back from the tumbling world of shock. She looked down to find Kathy's fingers scraping at her nipple through her dress and her bra. Tingles of pleasure ran through her, causing the nipple to become suddenly erect. Her spongy flesh throbbed and her cunt pulsed damply.
'Kathy!' she gasped. The girl's fingers were flipping the buttons of her dress open. Louise tried to fight the glowing lust that was rising up inside her. It was a futile battle.
'Mmmmm!' Kathy hummed as she reached inside the open dress and massaged the bra-encased mounds. 'I hope mine get that big!'
Louise slumped on the sofa, her legs parting slightly under the dress in an attempt to release some of the pent up heat. She groaned softly, letting her eyes flutter shut.
Kathy smiled to herself at the obvious signal of surrender from her mother. Her own young pussy was soggy and on fire. Her fingers pinched and rolled the hard button of the nipple. Her mother sighed and flexed as sensation after sensation sifted through her. Kathy slipped her hand to the top of the bra and pushed her fingers under the edge.
The spongy flesh was warm and damp as she crept across it under the confining cotton cloth. The bud of the nipple slipped under her fingers and pressed into her palm hot and hard.
Her head dropped and her lips pressed gently into the valley between the two mounds. She heard her mother gasp. She flicked her tongue over the satin skin, tasting the vaguely salty taste. Her fingers crept out from under the bra and slipped around the woman's body finding the hooks at the back of the band of cloth. For a moment she fumbled clumsily until she found the right move and the band separated.
Kathy pushed the bra up and out of the way.
The rigid nipples vibrated as the bra flicked across them. The girl gazed transfixed at the large dark circles that surrounded the firm buttons. Her mouth watered and she felt a twinge run through her hungry little pussy.
A wet mouth closed around Louise's nipple and she gasped, her body trembling with the tension. The small wet tongue flicked back and forth over the knobs and the woman found herself wondering what that tongue would feel like doing that to her clit. She shivered with the thought and the sensations that the tongue was stirring.
Kathy fell to her task, greedily savoring the feel of the warm flesh and the faint salty taste. She forced her mouth around as much of the mound as she could and suckled and licked. The woman was moaning and rolling
