Author’s Note:
All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older. All characters and events are most likely fictional. Any similarities with actual persons, living or dead, and events are probably coincidental.
“Shoot!”
Evelyn sat up in her bed.
“Was that a dream?” she asked herself.
To her, it didn’t feel like it had been a dream. Had Kevin really fucked her last night? Was the orgasm he gave her really the first orgasm a man had given her in so many years she couldn’t even count them?
Was that man, that old man, really Becca’s lover now? Her baby girl’s lover.
Evelyn pulled the covers back and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
She was naked. She didn’t sleep naked.
Evelyn pulled her bathrobe around her shoulders and headed for the kitchen.
The door to Becca’s bedroom was open. She never left it open when she was inside, so Evelyn stopped to peer inside.
Becca looked so peaceful. She was covered by a blanket up to her hips, revealing her naked torso as it snuggled against Kevin’s naked chest with his arms wrapped around her.
It had not been a dream. The man now holding her naked daughter had fucked Evelyn last night while Becca watched and played with herself. She thought he had probably then fucked Becca, in Evelyn’s house, under her roof. He had not come for her, and she had fallen asleep too soon after her orgasm to have listened through the wall for fucking.
Somehow, she didn’t mind.
She started coffee, then pulled a carton of eggs, a package of bacon, and milk out of the refrigerator. She thought “the kids” would be hungry when they got up. She knew she was.
Evelyn laughed. “The kids” weren’t kids. Sure, Becca was still mostly a kid, at eighteen years old, but the man in bed with her was no kid. He was almost her age. Or older. She couldn’t tell for sure.
She couldn’t stop smiling as she prepared breakfast. She wondered if she was happy that she got fucked so good, or happy that Becca was so happy.
It didn’t really matter.
She could hear some noise from Becca’s room. Somebody was awake, but she couldn’t decipher the noises.
It didn’t take long for her to hear the telltale squeak of Becca’s bed. It was the same squeak it made when Becca had pleasured herself, but that was before she had become involved with Kevin. Apparently she had not felt the need to masturbate for a few weeks.
“Fuck, Kevin,” Becca’s growl seeped through the walls into the kitchen.
“Oh god, fuck me, fuck!”
Evelyn wasn’t accustomed to hearing her daughter swear, but this didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!”
Evelyn stiffled a laugh. Becca really seemed to be having a good time.
“Fuck me, fuck fuck fuck me. Give me your cum, baby, fill me up with that hard cock!”
Evelyn could feel her own moisture between her legs, and the heat on her face as she blushed.
“God, yes! Give it to me! Fucking give me your cum! Gaaaaaaaawd!”
The squeak of the bed slowed, and eventually stopped. Evelyn was a little disappointed. In some perverse way, she had really been enjoying listen to her daughter’s profanity while getting fucked.
“Damn it,” Evelyn muttered while she fished the burned bacon out of the pan and dropped it into the garbage.
“Morning, Mom,” Becca said cheerfully when she came into the kitchen a few minutes later.
Evelyn raised an eyebrow at her daughter. “You certainly are, well, naked, this morning.”
“Oops,” Becca giggled. “Didn’t really think about it. Sorry.”
“I thought I told you not to get pregnant last night.”
“Huh?”
Evelyn gestured toward Becca’s crotch with a spatula, and Becca leaned forward and looked between her legs at the cum running down the inside of her thigh.
“Oh, that. Kevin’s fixed Mom. Nothing to worry about.”
Becca scooped the fleeing cum onto her finger and offered it to her mom.
“No thanks,” Evelyn said, shaking her head.
Becca licked her finger.
“Mm.”
“Becca…”
“Yeah?”
“Was I dreaming, or did Kevin…”
“Mom, yeah, you had sex last night. With my man. While I watched. Did you have a good time?”
“I guess I did. I don’t really need to ask if you had a good time. I could hear you two going at it this morning. I heard you anyway. I may need to wash that mouth out with soap. The neighbors probably heard you.”
“Oops again. Sorry. Can’t help it, I guess. I don’t even realize I’m saying anything.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, Mom. I guess I’m just concentrating on the sex. It’s so amazing.”
“No, I mean, why did you let, um, have Kevin fuck me, and why did you watch?”
“Mostly ’cause I get really turned on watching. I really like to watch people fuck. And you needed to get laid. You REALLY needed to get laid. And, I really like watching.”
“Soooo, do you like to watch, or something?”
Becca giggled.
“Mom?”
Evelyn looked quizzically at her daughter.
“Why did you keep saying my name?”
Evelyn looked casino siteleri at the floor, then slowly moved her eyes up her daughter’s naked body to meet her eyes.
“I knew you were in charge. Kevin was there, between my legs, only because it was what you wanted. It was all your idea, your plan, and your pleasure.”
Becca hadn’t really thought of it that way. It was the truth though. It was what she wanted, and she totally enjoyed it.
“Are you OK with that, Mom?”
“I think so,” Evelyn replied, then lowered her voice and whispered “Thank you.”
“Like you said, my pleasure. But don’t think you can willy-nilly fuck my man whenever you want. He’s mine, still.”
“Yes, Sir!” Evelyn snapped a faux salute at her daughter, and Becca giggled again.
“Are you OK with Kevin spending the night, you know, with me, in your house?”
“I can hardly say no, since I had sex with him, in OUR house.” She considered adding “And I want to fuck him some more, which is more likely to happen if I let you fuck him in our house,” but decided against it.
“Thanks, Mom! Gonna take a shower.”
“Breakfast is ready! Hurry with your shower. Get Kevin up so he can eat with us.”
“Kevin’s not getting up for a while…”
Becca stopped and looked at her mom. “Oh, you meant to get him out of bed, didn’t you. OK!”
Becca winked at her mom and headed toward the bathroom.
Evelyn was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping her hot coffee and daydreaming when Kevin came in the kitchen.
“Oh!” she snapped, and covered her eyes.
“What?”
Evelyn peeked between her fingers and lowered her hands.
“Oh, OK. Becca was buck naked when she came in, and I really didn’t need to see both of you naked this morning.”
“It’s nothing you haven’t seen already, but yeah, I’m fully clothed. You can relax. Mind if I have a cup of coffee?”
“Help yourself. I got a cup out for you already, next to the coffee maker.”
He filled a cup then inhaled the aroma deeply before taking a sip and turned to look at Evelyn.
She motioned to a chair with her cup.
“Kevin, I love Becca. I want her to be happy.”
“I know, I have a couple kids of my own. Around the same age as Becca, actually. Twenty-one and nineteen.”
“We started late, didn’t we?” Evelyn held his gaze as she spoke.
“Yeah, I was too young. That’s why my marriage didn’t work.”
Evelyn was confused by this, but didn’t want to pursue it, now.
“Would you do me a favor, Kevin?”
“If I can, sure.”
“When you get tired of my little girl, don’t hurt her. Let her go gently. Please?”
“I can’t imagine that happening.”
“You can’t even be decent then?”
“Not that,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “I can’t imagine getting tired of her.”
“You’re only with her ’cause she’s young, energetic, enthusiastic, and apparently really likes sex. She won’t always be that way.”
“Evelyn, the one thing that attracts me most to a woman is intelligence, followed closely by having a good personality, a pretty smile, nice eyes. Not deal breakers, but icing on the cake are red hair and little tits. I’m pretty sure none of those have anything to do with age.”
“You just described Becca, didn’t you?”
“No, I just described my ideal woman. I’m with Becca because that description fits her.”
“Humor an old woman who loves her daughter more than anything in the world. Promise you’ll be kind when you dump her.”
“I promise I won’t get bored with her, but if I suffer brain damage, I’ll let her down easy. Promise.”
“Have you dated young girls before?”
“When I was sixteen, I dated a girl that was twenty. We dated for a little while. Before I met Becca, that was the youngest girl I ever dated. My ex-wife is three years younger than me though, and in the last two decades I’ve dated a woman six years younger than me, and another that was ten years younger.”
“It looks like you aren’t out chasing young girls, so how did you and Becca get together?”
“Evelyn, that’s something you should ask Becca. It’s her place to have that conversation with you, not mine.”
Evelyn nodded her head.
“You two look serious. You in here solving world hunger or something?” Becca bounced into the kitchen, wearing one towel around her body and another around her head.
She kissed Kevin and sat down in his lap.
“Morning, babe. Did you sleep well?” Becca asked in a sultry, bedroom voice.
“I think you two already said ‘good morning’. I think the entire neighborhood heard you saying good morning.”
“You heard that?” Kevin asked, looking from Evelyn to Becca. She giggled and blushed.
“Don’t worry about it Kevin. I console myself with the thought that maybe they’ll think it was me and not my teenage daughter. It might improve my street cred.”
“You’re not that loud, Mom.”
Kevin nodded his head in agreement.
Becca put on a pair of running shorts and a tee shirt. Kevin assumed she had on panties, but he could see the feint outline of her bra through her shirt.
“What amerikan ruleti do you two have planned for your Saturday? Would I be safe to assume there’s some sort of debauchery involved?” Evelyn asked as they ate breakfast.
“Mom! We’re not a couple of sex-crazed lunatics!” Becca squealed. She knew they were, and that there had not be a twenty-four hour period since she lost her virginity that Kevin’s cum wasn’t leaking of her satisfied pussy at some point.
“We’re going to the outlet mall, um, up the interstate. I never remember what town that’s in. Becca wants some new clothes for school, and she’s got some money saved up, burning a hole in her pocket.”
“So you’ll be back sometime today?”
“Um, Mom? I’m kinda grown up…”
Kevin stopped Becca with a gentle squeeze of her knee under the table. She looked at him.
“That’s the plan. We might see a movie later. Or watch one on Netflix. We’ll let you know when we’re back in town. We might not feel like going back out, so you might not see your lovely daughter again until tomorrow. Or Monday.” Kevin stated their general plan for the weekend. Becca looked like she was trying to not look annoyed.
“Unless we decide to elope and end up in Vegas, of course. It might be a few extra days if that happens.” Becca stuck her tongue out at Kevin.
“Becca?” Evelyn looked worried.
“She’s joking, probably.” Kevin tried, half-heartedly, to reassure her.
“What was that?” Becca growled at Kevin as soon as they got in his car.
“What was what?”
“With Mom. She was, I don’t know, meddling?”
“Becca, she just wanted to know you’re going to be safe, and when she should start worrying.”
“What do you mean? She doesn’t need…”
“Right now, your mom is scared.”
“She’s scared? Of what?”
“That she’s not the most important person in your life anymore.”
Becca scowled at Kevin.
“Your mom has to let go, yes, you’re right. I get it. But if you can take ten seconds a couple times a day to let her know where you are, it won’t kill you, and she won’t worry. Or freak out.”
“Did she have to make that crack about debauchery?”
“You have to admit, we did kind of open the door and lead her into our debauchery.”
“It was super hot how you got her so close with your mouth, then fucked her over the edge.”
“So you’ll be a good girl, and keep your mom posted about your whereabouts?”
“I guess. It won’t kill me, you’re right. I want you to promise me something, though.”
“Name it, baby.”
“Keep it between the lines, when you come,” Becca whispered hungrily as she moved her knees into the passenger seat and leaned toward Kevin.”
Kevin was sure Becca’s bobbing head was visible to the few vehicles they passed at eighty miles per hour. He wasn’t close, yet, but as always, her talented lips and mouth felt heavenly as they made their way up and down his erection.
The air horn from the truck behind her made Becca jump a little, but she didn’t miss a beat. She raised one hand and waved as the truck fell behind them.
“You’ve never come in my mouth,” Becca groaned, releasing him for a second.
“Only ’cause you always want it in your pussy.”
“That’s not practical right now,” she replied after a few more quick trips up and down his cock.
Kevin’s grip on the steering wheel at ten o’clock and two o’clock tightened.
“Mm,” Becca moaned around his cock as it touched the back of her throat. She could tell he was getting close now from the way his hips twitched as he struggled not to thrust into her.
She paused, just long enough to mumble “Keep it in our lane, babe,” then sucked him back into her mouth and moved up and down his length quickly, pressing her tongue toward the roof of her mouth.
Becca felt the car swerve slightly as Kevin tried to keep himself in her mouth, but she raised her head too far to allow that.
The first blast of cum crossed her face, from chin to forehead. She felt the curve of it as it mirrored the car’s movement, hitting her forehead just above her left eyebrow, across her closed eye, the tip of her nose and ended just below her mouth but to the right.
The second shot landed in her open mouth, and she hungrily pulled him inside, sucking the remaining squirts from him, swallowing as he came.
“Yummy,” Becca giggled, looking at Kevin through her right eye. She didn’t want to open her left eye. She could feel his cum clinging to her eyelid and lashes.
“Your new makeup looks hot on you,” Kevin said between his labored breathing.
“Should I wear it the rest of the day?” Becca’s tongue lapped around her mouth, gathering what it could reach, and pulled it into her mouth.
“Maybe not. The general public might not appreciate it the way I do.”
“Slow down! Like under the speed limit! Stay in the left lane, babe.”
Kevin didn’t know what Becca was up to, but he saw the impish glint in her eyes, and complied with her instructions. She was glancing between Kevin and looking out the back window.
The avrupa ruleti truck that had blown their horn was soon coming up behind them. As it pulled up alongside them, on their right, Becca pushed her face close to her window and waved. She could still feel the cum clinging to her eye lashes and eye brow.
“OK, speed up, Kevin.”
The trucker blew their horn three more times and gave the thumbs up sign as Kevin quickly accelerated away.
The outlet mall was crowded. Kevin and Becca had been together in public before, of course, but nowhere so massively public. They were trying to be good; the effort was made to be respectable anyway. They got more than their share of ‘your daughter’ and ‘your dad’ comments, and the occasional raised eyebrow.
“As long as they don’t try to tell us we’re wrong to be together, I may not punch them in the face,” Becca growled after a particularly snotty “Here ‘dad’, I’m sure she won’t mind if you carry the bag” from a middle aged sales clerk.
“She’s just mad that you’re stealing a man that wouldn’t have anything to do with her anyway.”
“Was it the wrinkles or the bad attitude that turned you off?”
“The big, floppy boobs.”
“You don’t have to worry about these,” Becca wiggled her chest at him, “getting floppy.”
“Just one of the many things I love about you.”
“If you’re a good dad, I might let you play with them on the way home.”
“What about when we get home too?”
“Oh, I’ve got something else for you to play with at home.”
“Go that way,” Becca ordered, pointing away from the highway as they exited the mall parking lot.
“There it is, on the left.”
Kevin looked where she pointed. He saw a large, mostly yellow sign. There was a leopard standing beside a leggy blond dressed, barely, in lingerie. “Leopard’s Lair” sprawled across the top, and “Adult World” ran across the bottom in smaller lettering.
“I saw the billboard on the highway. I’ve never been to an adult store, and want to see what they’re like.”
“Now that you’re an adult?”
“Yep. Pretty sure Mom would never take me, so it’s your job.”
“Maybe we’ll hit a strip club afterwards?”
“Really? That would be cool.”
“That was a joke, Becca.”
“Aw, you were teasing me again?”
Becca had her ID ready for the gentleman standing inside the entrance. Kevin had to fish his wallet out to provide his.
“You were ready? Are you sure you’ve never been to one of these?”
“Never. I just saw where the sign said “18+” and assumed I’d get carded. Put this in your pocket. I don’t have any.”
The store was brightly lit with overhead fluorescent lights. There were a few customers, all men, sprinkled between the shiny chrome and glass shelves. Becca felt every eye following her through the store as she led Kevin by the hand through rows of lubes, cuffs, dildos and blowup dolls.
“This is a little intimidating,” she whispered to Kevin.
“Yep, they have a huge selection here.”
“No, I meant the other customers. They’re all watching us.”
“You.”
“That’s what I meant. I think they’re imagining using all these, these… implements on me.”
“Do you want to go?”
“Hell no.”
That’s when Kevin noticed Becca wasn’t wearing a bra.
“When did you take… change clothes?”
“In the car, after you got out. It only takes like 3 seconds, if you know what you’re doing.”
“That might contribute to the stares. It looks like you’re happy to be here.”
Becca glanced down at her erect nipples prominently poking into the material of her shirt.
“You love them. I know, you admitted it.”
Becca’s eyes suddenly lit up and her mouth stretched into a huge smile. She was looking past Kevin, toward the counter.
Kevin looked over his shoulder. There was now a girl behind the counter, sitting on a bar stool, looking bored as she chomped on a piece of chewing gum.
Becca grabbed Kevin’s hand and made a bee line for the disinterested girl.
“Hi,” Becca chirped, leaning her elbows on the top of the glass display case. The girl behind the counter was plump. Not fat, but the large boobs inside her thin, black camisole top seemed to defy physics, and remained trapped, held up only by thin spaghetti straps across her shoulders.
“Thanks for visiting the Leopard’s Lounge. What can I do for you,” she mumbled between chomps on her gum, then blew a bubble and popped it.
“Can you tell me about your theaters?”
“Three theaters, hetero, gay, and trans. Five dollar admission per theater.”
“Trans?” Becca raised her eye brows and looked at Kevin.
“Usually an mtf, you know, boobs and a dick, plus a man. Sometimes its a ftm, looks like a guy, but got a pussy, plus a man.”
“So, it’s like a regular theater, seats and a big screen?” Becca continued.
“Yeah. We don’t allow unaccompanied females in the theaters or arcade, so you’d need to take your dad with you if you go to either of them.”
“Oh, that’s fine. We fuck on the regular, so nothing to shock good ole daddy there.”
The clerk raised an eyebrow at Kevin, and popped another bubble in his general direction.
“Don’t tell anybody though. Mom doesn’t know.” Becca gave the clerk an exaggerated wink.
“Gotcha.”
“The arcade? What’s that? Like dirty video games, or what?” Becca continued.