My friend paused in his story telling to light a cigarette, inhaled deeply and watched the smoke tendrils rise and disappear into the air above our heads. "Here's the really funny part," he began, "Her daughter Brianna and her friend Corri were watching us all along from the upstairs landing. Tessa had no idea of course, but I could hear every word the two were whispering to each other, and it was then that I decided I'd show them what an easy lay her mother was going to be for me that night."

 

Most daughters look up to their mothers as role models, but after the things that he did to you that night, the ways that you willingly allowed him to defile you in front of your daughter, there's no doubt your role modeling days are over. My friend can be very romantic when he wants to seduce a woman and you turned out to be one of his easiest seductions in memory. He had set his wine glass down on your coffee table, removed yours from your hand, then lifted his hand to the side of your chin and with two fingers turned your face toward his and moved in for a kiss. You had quickly responded, giving each other light, flirty pecky kisses, then he moved closer to you, putting his hand behind your neck and using his body to push you down into the depths of the sofa. A soft moan escaped from your throat and you sounded like some kind of animal in heat.

 

Your daughter's girlfriend, Corri, had giggled at the sounds you were making. "I think she likes it," she had whispered to your daughter. Then, "Look, they're going for it! This is better than watching porn on the Internet!"

 

The two youthful voyeurs, your daughter and her friend, began to laugh. My friend heard every word they were speaking loud and clear and decided to put on a show for them that they would remember for quite some time to come, using your body as a human prop. The hand that was behind your neck when you were kissing was now underneath your dress. Your daughter and her girl friend watched as your face flushed hot, as the man that used to be her volleyball coach slowly pulled your dress above your waist, right up to your belly button, exposing your red panties for the entire room to see, flaunting the dark, wet spot between her legs. "At least she picked out some nice lingerie," your daughter whispered to her friend, and the two 18-year olds began to giggle again.

 

My friend slid his hands along your bare tummy, lingeringly, his fingers caressing your belly button, then moved underneath your dress to your boobs. While you were enjoying being groped you were also doing some groping of your own. Even though he pushed you deep into the sofa, on your back with your dress above your waist, you somehow still manage to slip both of your hands into his trousers. Your daughter could tell from the slight up and down movement of your shoulders and arms that you have gotten hold of my friend's cock and watched wide-eyed as you began to stroke his erection.

 

"I love the way you smell Tessa," he said, purposely loud enough so that the girls watching the two of you can hear what he has to say. He held your legs open with his hands as he buried his face between your thighs to sniff the wet spot of your panties. The sweet smell of your sex wafted through the entire room, and the sounds of him inhaling the scent of your cunt, the way that one would savor the aroma of a bouquet of flowers, carried clearly up the staircase. As my friend continued to go down on you, you let out another carnal moan, a shiver ran through your body, and he knew instinctively that you were ready for sex. He removed his face from your lace covered wetness, got up on his knees to undo his belt and slid his trousers and boxers off and tossed them on the floor. You are on your back with your legs spread open wide while you, Brianna and Corri simultaneously gasped at the size of the cock that is about to be used on you.

 

"Still hard after all these years," my friend heard your daughter laugh to Corri. "Not bad for an old guy."

 

"Tell me about it," Corri replied. "My boyfriend is half his age and has trouble getting it up. And I know it's not because of me!" Corri exclaimed, thinking that she was being careful not to talk too loud. Your daughter's friend is right of course. It's not her fault if a guy can't get hard with her. Corri is definitely a hottie and also definitely likes sleeping around. Your daughter is not nearly as promiscuous as she is - at least not yet, anyway - what with her having a different boy friend almost every other week.

 

"I like how he keeps his balls shaved," your daughter said while Corri hummed in agreement. My friend smiled when he heard this, then realized that you do, too, as you lifted yourself from a sitting position, leaned underneath his crotch and began to work his balls with your tongue. He admired your technique as you kept your hands at your side, flat on the sofa, and leaned forward to slowly suck one of his balls into your mouth, and then the other.

 

Your daughter and her friend watched how you turned into a slut before their very eyes as my friend placed both of his hands behind your head and used them to guide your open mouth to his crotch. Then, ever so slightly, you ran your tongue underneath and then past his ball sac, your head bobbed back and forth underneath his ass. "God that feels good, Tessa," he said, wanting you to know how much your depravity was pleasing him.

 

"Is she licking his ass?" Brianna whispered to Corri, who raised one eye brow and gave your daughter her been-there-done-that look, so Brianna knew the answer was 'Yes'. Then you got down onto your knees and went from licking my friend's ass to engulfing his cock with your mouth. He held your head still as he slid the entire length of his cock into your mouth, and pushed himself ever so deeper even after he has bottomed out in the back of your throat. He kept deep throating you, and both your daughter and Corri are surprised that you do not choke on his girth or on the phlegm that he is forcing up into your throat.

 

"Very impressive. Looks like your mom doesn't have a gag reflex," Corri had said, admiring your self control.

 

"Hey, what can I say, like mother like daughter," Brianna agreed as they both giggled while my friend did his best to focus on you, and to pretend that he did not hear what the two girls were saying.

 

It has been so long that you have been with a man, Tessa, that you have forgotten what the raw physical touch feels like, and so to make up for lost time you smothered yourself on him. You leaned back and released his cock from your greedy little mouth, his erection glistened from the spit and saliva you gave him, and the four of you - my friend, your daughter, her girl friend, and you, Tessa - all of you knew what a hungry slut you were and that it was time for you to fuck. You leaned back on your elbows and lifted your hips so that my friend could slide off your panties. Your pussy was exposed to the entire room, leaving nothing to the imagination and my friend immediately gorged himself between your legs, kissing and ravishing the inside of one thigh, then the other, as he moved his way up to your slit.

 

"He's not going to take off her dress?" your daughter turned to Corri, surprised.

 

"I like it when a guy makes you keep some of your clothes on. It feels like you're getting violated, like he's in total control," Corri replied, then turned back to watch the two of you fuck.

 

A man knows that in order to get the most from a woman, to make her feel protected, wanted and loved, that he has to make her feel good. You offered little resistance to my friend's words, naively believing that what he said to you was true.

 

"You are so beautiful Tessa," he lied to you, and, this time being completely honest, "And you are so fucking wet."