Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Fa/Fa, ft/ft, Fa/ft, Consensual, Romantic, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Mother, Father, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Accepting a long-term contract in Colorado Lance Claridge rents a furnished room in the home of a woman whose husband is working in Afghanistan. Through the attention of the woman (Claire) and her teenaged daughter (Stacy) Lance's room becomes a full service B&B The story tells of three women who have been molested by their fathers. It includes intrigue a kidnapping in Afghanistan and a daring rescue.

He had never taken an assignment that would require him to be away for such a long period of time. The project, a survey of the technological needs of the public schools in Colorado, was targeted at four months. His previous projects had usually taken no more than a couple of weeks. Usually he stayed in a hotel when he went out of town to work, either flying or driving back to L.A. on the weekends. Since his divorce had been finalized though he had nobody to go back to and was looking for a place where he could be more comfortable while away to at least give him the feeling of permanence.

During his first night in Denver he took a motel. While having breakfast at IHOP (International House of Pancakes) the next morning he poured through the rentals section of the paper. Scanning Rooms for Rent he came across, “Furnished room for rent, upscale residential neighborhood, laundry privileges and garage ... Rent $200 per week ... Contact Claire Moore, 432-7761.”

While there was nothing special about it the ad just seemed to pop out at him. He took it as one of those nudges that demanded him to take a look. Just to make sure he wasn’t being foolish though he started at the beginning of the section of Furnished Apartments and covered every listing to the end. When he went back to the “Claire Moore” ad it struck him as one of was those déjà vu things, like he had known exactly what it was going to say before he got to the end. Reaching for his cell phone he dialed the number.

The woman’s voice was honey, the kind that you would dip your finger in to taste its sweetness. He thought she was just a soft spoken, older woman though not yet old enough for her voice to have become raspy. There was nothing sexual in his attraction to the woman but her voice was definitely magnetic. As he listened to her giving him directions he remembered his aunt Mary and how her voice was like balm to his ears. Even though there were no sexual intentions on Aunt Mary’s part he had fantasized about her a lot during his puberty and teenage years—even recently. As with so many young males his aunt was the one woman in the family for him that seemed to be an ultimate fantasy.

As he drove past the graceful white Colonial with green shutters and a red door he saw an attractive woman looking out the front window. If she was Claire Moore she was much younger than he had envisioned. He wondered what circumstances might have caused a woman liked the one in the window to advertise for a tenant. Maybe she was Claire Moore’s daughter. The house was in a very nice neighborhood, just as she had said on the phone.

Getting out of his 1992 black Porsche Roadster he walked up the short sidewalk and climbed the three front steps. Wearing dark blue Dockers, a teal Polo shirt and Sperry Topsiders—no socks—he stood six feet tall and had an angular, athletic face that was highlighted by crystal clear blue eyes. His short hair was light brown. When he knocked on the door there was little delay in its being opened.

“You must be Mr. Claridge,” the woman said offering her hand. “I’m Claire Moore.”

“Lance Claridge,” he said. As he clasped her firm, warm hand his stomach sank as he thought, How could a woman like this be taking in a tenant—especially a single man?

She was much younger than Lance expected, probably between 35 and 40 ... extremely attractive. Her fine facial features were framed by mid-length auburn hair which hung slightly below her shoulders, flipping out at the end. Her eyes were hazel, crisp in their clarity. Her dainty nose turned up and her full lips wore a coral shade of lipstick. Wearing khaki pants and a navy silk blouse that was augmented by a single string of pearls, her body looked young and athletic. She had nice legs and well-proportioned breasts which Lance estimated to be in the area of 34C’s.

As they walked into the living room he saw a picture on the fireplace mantle. It was of Claire, an attractive, athletic looking man and a teenage girl who looked like she could be a cheerleader. “Your family?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered, “my husband and my daughter Stacy. Chuck is overseas on a project. He’ll l be gone for at least another six months. Stacy’s a senior in high school. She just turned seventeen.”

Noticing the subtle raise of Claridge’s eyebrows Claire thought, He has to think this is strange. But she had been trying to rent the room for close to a month. She’d hoped for a woman, maybe a college student, but it hadn’t yet worked out. Looking out the window at the expensive car she said, “If you take the room there’s a space in the garage for your car.”

“I just feel a bit awkward Mrs. Moore. It feels kinda strange coming into someone’s house to rent a room, particularly at my age and stage in life.”

She smiled and said, “Please call me Claire, Mr. Claridge.”

“Lance,” he said, returning her smile.

She didn’t know how to explain her situation ... felt he wouldn’t accept what she said anyway. God, she thought, how could I have gotten into this situation in the first place? But her finances were so tight that she was getting desperate. “I know this must seem strange, Mr ... Lance. But my husband Chuck has been gone for over three months now.”

“So what’s keeping him away?”

If I want to have a chance, she thought, I had better tell it all. “I’m so embarrassed to be telling you this Mr ... Lance but my husband has a gambling addiction that has gotten our family into serious financial trouble.”

Wondering if the woman was trying to scam him in some way Lance looked at Claire Moore askance. He eyed the picture on the mantel. They look like such a healthy, happy family.

“So isn’t his job helping your situation?”

“You don’t understand how a gambling compulsion can amass such a large debt Lance.” Resigned to tell as much as she could she went on. “The company he works for specializes in construction projects in hazardous areas. They pay very well. But as part of the deal they hold the money in a New York bank—at very high interest rate—and pay it in one lump sum at the end of the contract.”

“So what does he live on?”

“They cover all of his living expenses while he is there. Hopefully the stash will allow him to pay off all the gambling debts. And we’ll be able to keep the house.”

Lance asked, “Aren’t you working?”

“The number you called is the real estate office where I work. I make enough for mine and Stacy’s expenses. But I’m coming up short on the house payment. We depended on Chuck’s regular income for that.”

“I have to tell you Claire,” Lance said, “This is a very unusual circumstance. I don’t know how comfortable I could be with it.”

Trying to hide the desperation in her eyes she said, “I’ve been trying to rent the room for over a month. I had hoped for a female, maybe a college student. But the university has just opened three new dormitories.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I know it’s a strange situation but...” She held out her hands, palms up, and shrugged her shoulders.

The truth of the matter was that Lance didn’t think he would feel at all uncomfortable about living in the house with this beautiful woman. Sexy thoughts were already causing ripples of guilt. But the complication of a teenage daughter made the situation even more challenging for him. He didn’t think it was going to work out. It’s just too awkward.

It was even more awkward for Claire. Silently cursing her husband she asked, “Does that mean you’re not interested in the room?”

His response was defensive. “I didn’t say that.” I should just get the hell out of here. But he wanted a bit more time in the presence of this gorgeous woman. Buying a little more of it he said, “Maybe I should take a look at the room.”

As she led the way up the stairs Claire’s khaki clad behind was right at Lance’s eye level. Her buns in the tightly stretched fabric were well defined. While thinking, either she’s wearing a thong or she isn’t wearing panties at all, he castigated himself for allowing his mind to fall into his scrotum. Just to make conversation he said, “This is a very nice house Mrs. M ... Claire. And how old did you say your daughter is?” Asking such a question made him feel like a creep.

Claire stopped, turned and looked at him. Assessing him with her clear hazel eyes she thought Jesus, I’m playing with fire here and asked, “You’re not a weirdo are you?”

“I’m sorry,” Lance said. “It’s just ... It’s just that it feels like it would be odd for a strange man to be alone in a house with two women, I mean a woman and a young girl.”

Continuing up the steps Claire look back at him. “She’s seventeen. If you take the room you’ll have to share a bathroom with her. And I have to warn you,” she chuckled, “she can be a bit uh ... messy.”

At the top of the stairs Claire turned her head sideways and said, “As far as the rest of the house is concerned you can make use of the living room and kitchen as long as we don’t get in each other’s way.” The ad had been just for the room. I’m out of my mind, she thought.

Standing in the doorway she made way for Lance to enter the bedroom. It was a spacious room with a large desk in front of the window and an easy chair in the corner. There were shelves on one side of the desk and a file cabinet on the other. The closet was empty, as were the drawers in the large dresser. Testing the bed Lance looked at Claire. His thoughts made him feel guilty. Claire picked up on what he was thinking. Her cheeks tinged pink. To cover the prevailing feelings of embarrassment Lance asked, “What did you say your husband is doing overseas?”

Clearing her throat she said, “He’s an engineer. He’s in charge of building a bridge.”

Looking around the room he asked, “Might you have a hook-up for my computer?”

“Do you have a wireless card on your computer?” she asked.

“It’s a new laptop, yes.”

“My husband uses this room as his office; he put wireless in last year.” She bent down under the desk and pointed. “There’s an additional phone jack right here. You can order phone service if you want.”

Claire worked out almost every day, she was proud of the shape she was in. As she was leading him up the steps she knew he was looking at her tight buns. She felt cheap having put it in his face like that. But she was SO anxious to entice a tenant to the room.

The swelling in Lances groin pressed against the leg of his pants. “I’ll take the room Claire.” Christ, he thought, I might as well be a teenage boy. “I work late into the night on my computer. Would that a problem?”

“Stacy and I are both sound sleepers. You won’t bother us.”

As she led the way into the bathroom she said, “Shoot!” Bending down she picked up a black thong and, dropped it into the hamper. “My daughter’s...” she explained, her face becoming ruddy.

What she couldn’t have known was that Lance’s sole fetish was women’s lingerie. He knew he would be in for a treat later. Rummaging through strange hampers had become so common for him that he wasn’t even bothered. He did wonder though what Claire might think if she could read his mind.

A door slammed downstairs breaking the uncomfortable silence and a girl’s voice called, “MOM?”

Lance heard her running up the stairs. When she got to the landing she looked her mother with pouting lips as if she was in some kind of a snit. When she saw the strange, attractive man standing next to her mother her demeanor made an immediate U-turn. He recognized her from the picture in the living room. She had her mother’s shapely legs which were nicely displayed by her short jeans skirt. Her spaghetti strap top showed off her enticing cleavage.

“Stacy,” Claire said, “this is Mr. Claridge. He has agreed to take the room.”

As she assessed him the girl’s eyes moved from his head to his feet, slowing at his crotch and back up to his head. “So the Porsche outside belongs to you?” Lance nodded. Offering her hand which Lance shook, her eyes lingered on his. “Cool.”

Unable to ignore the fact that young girl’s nipples were indenting the thin fabric of her thin top, Lance cleared his throat and said, “Call me Lance.” Noticing where his eyes were looking her lips curled into a wry smirk.

“Stacy,” Claire said, “Why don’t you help Mr. Claridge bring his things in?”

On the way out to the car Lance asked Stacy if she liked school. She tossed her hair and told him that she couldn’t wait to get out.

Lance said, “If you don’t mind me saying so Stacy you are a very attractive girl.” Putting her tongue in her cheek her lips curved into a coy smile. It was clear that she knew she was hot. It was apparent that she was thrilled that he thought so too.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, not now,” she said. “Sean was a jerk. I’m not interested in boys my age anyway.” Looking at the Porsche she said, “This is such a cool car. Will you take me for a ride?”

Sensing the vibes Lance didn’t want to chance getting Stacy’s mother upset with him. “Not now Stacy, I have to take my things in and get settled.”

Opening the trunk he told her he would take the suitcase and briefcase. “You take my laptop and my engineer’s case.” Shit, he though as his eyes caught the open file box with one of his magazines on top. The cover page was emblazoned with a gorgeous, naked blonde on her knees who was sucking the humongous cock of a muscular stud.

Stacy smirked and said, “Um, MISTER CLARIDGE you might not want my mom to see this magazine.” Rolling her eyes she twisted her lips into an “I gotcha” purse, put her tongue in her cheek and looked at him out of the corners of her eyes. Wondering if she would really blackmail him Lance was taken at how cool and menacing she was acting. The gaffe made him squirm but he didn’t want her to think it was wrong for a grown man to carry porn with him. “Maybe this can be our secret Stacy. OK?”

She gave him a clued-up smirk and said, “There are dirtier pictures on the internet Mr ... Lance. I bet I don’t have to tell you where to find them either.”

Back in his room she set the briefcase and engineer’s case down. Moving to the door she leaned against the doorjamb, fixed her eyes on his before dropping them to his crotch. Then she gazed into his eyes again. Licking her lips she gave him a suggestive smirk before tossing her head and wiggling her ass out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Lance needed to pee. As he stood at the toilet he strained to start. The interchange with Stacy left him swollen enough that it took him at least twenty seconds before he was able to start his stream. Looking around he spied the hamper. It was close enough for him to reach back and lift the lid, causing him to splash urine on the bottom of the open toilet seat. The bra and thong that Claire had thrown in earlier was resting on top of a full load. Finishing he took some toilet paper and dried the spattered seat then flushed the toilet.

Reaching into the hamper he picked up the black thong. Spreading the crotch in his hands he held it to his nose. The tang of Stacy’s urine wasn’t strong enough to cover the scent of the young girl’s feminine essence. “She must have masturbated in these,” he murmured. The image of the lovely teenager writhing on her bed, wetting her panties with her finger-pressing against her clitoris caused the wrinkles of his organ to begin ironing themselves out. Wrapping the fabric around his erection he masturbated. As his white semen spurted on the black fabric his knees nearly buckled. I’m such a fucking pervert. Having done this so often over the years it never ceased giving him a wicked thrill.


Lance offered to take Claire and Stacy out for dinner that night but Claire insisted they eat in. Throughout the meal Stacy’s eyes seldom left Lance, not seeming to care that her mother disapproved. She had always melted in the presence of handsome men ... men like her father. Just as she had often imagined going down on her father she visualized how this man might feel in her mouth ... how he would taste.

She wondered if it would be bigger than those of the numerous boys she had sucked. She was sure this hunk of a man probably had a lot of girls. The fact that he drove a hot car and kept porn in the trunk told her he was “with it.” From the looks of him she sensed he knew how to please a woman. As she glanced at her mother she thought, I wonder if I should tell her about the porn ... Nah.

After dinner Stacy went to her room. Looking out the window she saw the black Porsche beyond the curb. There was something in the way the streetlights shined on the glossy, dark paint that made it appear sinister yet appealing. Her eyes went to the trunk and she wished she could open it and take a good look at the magazine. It had only been a brief glance but she was able to make out a naked hunk with his huge erection plugged into the face of an equally naked and beautiful blonde. Hot stuff, she thought.

Taking off her skirt and top she looked into the mirror trying to compare herself to the girl in the picture. Though her ex-boyfriend wasn’t as big as the stud whose cock the girl in the magazine was sucking she wondered if the man in the next room might be. Anyway, she thought, a man of experience like him would probably be able to stay hard long enough for me to cum at least once. She smiled as she considered what a treat THAT would be.

Coming back from her reverie she realized that her panties were soaked. It was like she had been playing volleyball for an hour. But the aroma emanating from them was a different kind of body odor ... pure sex. Admiring herself in the mirror, the highlights of her hardening nipples poking her top delighted her. When she touched them they were so sensitive that they kinda hurt. I need some good sex, she thought.

Sitting on the bed she laid back and pressed her wet thong into her groove, wondering if every girl got as wet as she did when they were horny. She remembered how good her boyfriend’s cock felt sliding inside her pussy but lamented the fact that he always came before she could totally enjoy the feeling. As her finger rubbed her clit through the saturated fabric her juices oozed through the tight weave. Tensing at the minor spasm of her self-inflicted orgasm she wheezed, “Jesus, I need more.”

There were two things she knew about Lance, both of which would interest her mother. The first was the porn magazine. The other, which blew her mind, was what Lance did to her panties in the bathroom. It was only because she had to empty the hamper into the laundry basket that she became aware of the sticky deposit in the crotch of her thong. “Eew,” she said. It was like somebody had blown their nose in them. Sniffing the wet spot though caused a different feeling that tugged both at her nipples and clit. “That horny bastard,” she murmured with a chuckle, thoughts of the real, warm explosion being captured inside her mouth.

As her finger tickled her clitoris she giggled, knowing that she was going to provide this man with opportunities to play games with her panties again. Lying back she felt the tom-tom beat of her heart throbbing in her ears while imagining this “dreamboat” lying on top of her, his cock moving so deliciously inside her pussy. As she dropped her newly moistened panties on the bathroom floor she whispered, “You’ll find out that you’re dealing with more than just a naïve school girl Mr. Lance Claridge.”

Before he went to bed Lance went into the bathroom and saw another pair of Stacy’s panties on the floor. He picked them up and, like a dog sniffing a bitch in heat, put his nose in the panel. Wow, he thought, that little tart’s either the wettest female in Colorado or she’s masturbated more than once in these. Through dinner it was plain that Stacy was a tease. But he hadn’t counted on her dropping her panties as bait. Though he wasn’t interested in her as much as he was her mother the thought of having this hot teenager in the room next door to him was something he couldn’t overlook. Burying his nose in the teenager’s panties again he thought you’d better keep an eye on your daughter Mom.

Opening his laptop to do some work he found that his mind wasn’t up to speed on the project. So he opened a file and scanned some porn. Looking at the explicit pictures always made him hard. Feeling a little insecure in his new surroundings though, instead of pulling his cock out, he grasped it through the fabric of his pants, soaking his underwear with his explosion.

Stacy entered his mind again. Maybe I was wrong about her. It wouldn’t have been the first time he mistook a female’s intentions. But it looked like her nipples plumped out when she saw the porn magazine in the car. At the moment these thoughts occurred to him he realized that his laptop wasn’t password protected. I should do it, just in case Stacy decides to snoop. I don’t want that. But memory of her scent on her laundry made him think or do I?


Wide awake in her king sized bed Claire wondered if she might have done the wrong thing by renting the room to a single man. Pondering the mature hunk of a man in the bedroom down the hall she thought, what are the neighbors going to think? What about the people at church ... Stacy’s school ... even the people I work with? She remembered how she caught Lance ogling her breasts earlier in the evening. His ogling irritated her yet gave her that familiar, funny feeling in the pit of her stomach, not to mention the tingling between her legs. It had been a long time since she and her husband had had sex.

Having gotten into the habit of sleeping in a flannel nightgown tonight she slept in just a t-shirt. She had to dig into her drawer for. It was short and pink. On the front was printed, “If you can catch me,” on the back, “You can have me.” She bought it on vacation years ago. I haven’t felt this way in months she thought... no, it’s been years. The soft cotton material felt good on her nipples. Pushing the fabric against her breasts she murmured, “God, this is crazy. But what can I do?


Lance looked at his watch; it was 2:45am. Every new noise outside the house seemed to be amplified. He thought he heard stirrings inside the house as well. My imagination is working overtime. Lying on his back he put his hands behind his head and thought about the luscious woman sleeping down the hallway. Their rooms were separated by the room of Claire’s coquettish, horny daughter, an unwitting chaperone.

He thought about how classy Claire Moore seemed to be. She dressed with such impeccable taste. He was Hard again. His fingers worked their down his hairy abdomen, tickling over his pubic patch. Wrapping them around his veiny shaft he exhaled and began a steady stroke. The last thing he remembered before dropping off to sleep was the euphoria of release and the cooling of jism that was air- drying on his stomach.


Claire’s ass was on his shins, her legs straddling his, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. The feel of the warm, slick inside of her mouth and the velvet top of her tongue tickling the underside of his glans brought Lance beyond the point of no return. As he formed the word to cry out her name his door swung open and Stacy yelled, “MOTHER!”

Stunned but shaken he’d just awakened from the most realistic wet dream he’d ever had. In the throes of his labored breathing his cooling semen sagged down his leg. Jesus, he thought, no woman has EVER made me want her THIS much.

Not being able to get back to sleep he still didn’t understand what happened with his landlady’s husband. Their financial dilemma troubled him. He had been willing to pay in the vicinity of a thousand a month for an apartment. His company would have paid for 80% of it. If she needs it, he thought, maybe I can ... No ... I shouldn’t impose.

He wondered what she wore to bed. Is it a flannel nightgown or something sheer? Or, maybe she sleeps in a tee shirt, or maybe in the nude He liked the idea of a tee shirt; easier to get my hands between her legs... liked in the nude even better. Oh shit I’m getting hard again. Maybe novelty of this situation will wear off in a couple of days. But I’m hard as a rock again. He sighed. My balls ache like crazy and my dick is getting chaffed from being rubbed by my hand. The last time he saw on his glowing clock was 3:43 am.


Claire rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 3:02. She hadn’t been to sleep at all. She couldn’t get the image of the handsome man down the hall out of her mind. It was like she was dripping from between her legs. Getting up she went into the bathroom, turned on the light and ran the water. Looking at her reflection in the mirror she asked herself, “Am I crazy?” She washed her face in cold water. It didn’t help.

Back in bed in the darkness she caressed her breasts then touched and circled her electrified clitoris and probed her vagina. Before long her whole body was shaking, but with only a wave of inadequate pleasure. She did it again and again until there was a roaring in her ears. Her legs were limp as rubber but she was horrendously unsatisfied.


Lance had never been in a house that exuded such sexual tension. Considering the possibilities it was like one of those stories in a porn magazine of his. The fact that he was a single man staying in a house with two women, one whose husband had been away for months, made him shake his head at his dilemma. Is it just good fortune? Or am I just going to be one sorry son of a bitch?

He wondered again why he agreed to stay. He knew the answer. Claire’s voice on the phone that had attracted him like Circe had done to Ulysses. He didn’t actually intend to rent the room. He just wanted to see the face attached to that voice and hear it coming out of her mouth for real. Picturing an older woman he had fantasized her as his aunt Mary, the object of his teenage fantasies.


Exhausted from the lack of sleep Claire hoped the coffee would give her a jolt. She heard a door open, not sure whether it was Stacy’s or Lance’s. The heavier sound of a man’s feet on the stairs was something she was unaccustomed to. Even though she had lost any feeling of tenderness for her husband she missed a man’s presence in the house.

Wearing a light blue, button-down shirt, dark blue Dockers and Sperry topsiders with no socks Lance came into the kitchen. Since his arrival she had been puzzling about who he reminded her of. He was just about six feet tall and lean. It was obvious that he worked out. His complexion was swarthy, tanned from his exposure to the southern California sun. His eyes were a crisp blue. His short hair was light brown and flecked with gray, mainly at the temples. George Clooney flashed into her mind. Yes that’s it, she thought. Captivated by his good looks she felt a stirring in places that were sore from last night’s overzealous rubbing.

She was dressed the way she would ordinarily have been had Lance not been in the house. He was pleased that she hadn’t tried to impress him by spiffing herself up too early for work. Even though she wasn’t made up he found her sexy. Her robe was open at the top showing, under her t-shirt, that her unslung breasts were more substantial than he had originally thought.

She said, “good morning” He returned her greeting. The look she gave him seemed to be one of confusion. But when he noticed her studying his face his eyes could help the pull of her nipples—hard bumps—raising the thin cotton fabric of her robe. Considering the length of time her man has been gone maybe she’s just excited to have a male in the house.

He was so deep in thought that Claire’s question, “Would you like some coffee, Lance?” almost caused him to jump.

Realizing that he was staring he thought Christ, I’m no more sophisticated than a teenager. His bulge was on the rise. Capturing the rogue erection between his legs he answered, “I’d love some, Claire.”

Putting her hand to her hair she said, “Forgive me Lance I’m a wreck in the mornings.” Laughing nervously she added, “But you may as well get used to it.” She poured a cup for him. “Cream ... sugar?”

Neither heard Stacy come into the room but Lance sensed her presence. Glancing at her he could see that she was dressed in just a t-shirt. He was taken aback that the round bottom of her bare ass was just visible. If she raises her arms, he thought, I’ll be able to make out the bottom of her pussy lips. Claire’s angry command startled him.

“Get back UPSTAIRS young lady and put on a ROBE; NOW!” With a perturbed sigh Stacy turned and ran upstairs. Claire blushed and said, “I’m sorry Lance with just the two of us we’re not modest. I’m sure she forgot you were here.” Claire’s lips curled into a perturbed smile.

He was pleased that Claire, acting like a responsible mother, had admonished her daughter’s inappropriate dress. But he couldn’t miss Stacy’s reaction as she headed for the stairs. She knew her mother wasn’t looking but knew Lance was. Flipping the back of her t-shirt she bared her ass. Right, he thought, internalizing a sardonic laugh, she forgot I’m here alright ... nice ass.

Sitting at the table he didn’t have to worry about the fact that he was showing wood. It would have been one thing for Claire to notice it when he was talking with her alone. But with her daughter seeing the same thing she understandably might have wanted to throw her new tenant out on his ear.

“We usually eat cereal or bagels in the morning Lance; you’re welcome to what we have.” She said she needed to take a shower and get ready for work. As she passed Stacy who was coming back into the kitchen wearing a bathrobe, she said, “Don’t be too much of a pest Stacy, Lance has work to do. And you need to get dressed for school.”

Glancing through the paper Lance tried to ignore the girl. But the teenaged tart was at it again. As she was pouring her coffee she dropped her spoon on the floor. When she stooped to pick it up he could see that she was naked under her robe. Her substantial, rounded breasts sagged forward —as much as any teenager’s tits could sag. There was enough clearance in her robe for him to see her nipples. She didn’t look up but, as she fumbled with the spoon on the floor, Lance knew that she knew that he was ogling. He wondered how far she would go.

Staring at a high school girl like this made him feel felt like a sleaze. And what she was showing made him temporarily forget about her mother entirely.

She left the kitchen about ten minutes before Lance went back up to his room. When he opened the door he was surprised that she was standing in front of his desk looking at his laptop. Just as he walked through the door she punched the power button and the screen went black. The look on her face as she brushed past him was a mixture of guilt and provocation.

Grabbing her arm Lance said, “Ya know young lady this is MY room, MY private place. What would your MOTHER think if she knew you were snooping like this?”

Defiantly holding his gaze Stacy smirked, pushed out her breasts, reminding him of what he saw in the kitchen and said, “And what do you think SHE would say if she knew you had NASTY pictures on your computer that are easier than hell for her innocent teenage daughter to access?”

She had showed him enough of her breasts in the kitchen to prove that she was more woman than girl. Standing in the doorway of his room with her tits pushed out with the knowledge that she was aware of the kind of stuff he had on his unprotected laptop, she knew he was taking the bait. Releasing his eyes from her stare she smiled coyly before turning and wiggling her bottom out of his room and into hers.

You little bitch, he thought, I’d better password protect that goddamned thing. He knew he wouldn’t though. He wanted her to see everything he had there. Remembering the feel of her panties when he was jerking off with them in the bathroom he whispered, “You sleazy son-of-a-bitch.”

Leaving her door open more than just a crack Stacy took off her robe and t-shirt. She stood naked in front of her dresser and pulled out a red thong. Holding it up in front of the mirror she stretched it. She heard Lance’s door open, waited a second then bent down and put one leg then the other through the thong. Wiggling her ass she pulled the tiny, tight garment up. She knew Lance couldn’t miss seeing her.

Claire called from downstairs, “I’m running late Stacy. You’d better hurry up or you’ll have to walk to school.”

She knew that if she played her cards right Lance would give her a ride to school in his hot little car. “That’s ok mom,” she called back, “I’ll walk.” Looking at her door she saw movement then heard a step. Through the crack she saw that Lance’s bedroom door was being pushed shut.

Feeling like a thirteen year old boy caught peeping Lance stole into his room. He packed up his laptop, picked up his briefcase and went downstairs. Claire was at the door as if she was waiting for him. It was almost like she was waiting for his approval on her wardrobe. “If you don’t have plans for dinner tonight,” she said, “I’ll stop by the store and pick up some steaks ... you’re more than welcome to join us for dinner.”

Lance held his gaze a little too long and she blushed. “Um I almost forgot. Here’s a key to the house. I have to run now.”

Just as he was heading out the door Stacy pranced down the stairs. Breathless she asked, “Could you give me a ride to school Lance?” He knew better than to tempt fate but thought what can happen in such a short distance anyway?

“Wow,” Stacy said, plopping down in the tight leather seat, “this is such a COOL car.” She looked over at him, put her hand on the knob of the stick shift and licked her lips. “I bet you attract a lot of women with this sex magnet Lance Claridge.” Closing her fingers on the knob she ran them up and down the shaft, suggestively rolling her eyes. With a demure smirk she folded her hands into her lap.

Lance cleared his throat and said, “Women do seem to like the car.” He realized he was more excited than he should have been.

She struggled with her seatbelt, turning slightly toward him. Her mini-skirt rode up high on her thighs, exposing her red panties. His eyes, drawn to the red fabric in her crotch, ogled her smooth inner thighs that terminated at the outline of her labia that seemed to crease the red fabric.

Following his eyes Stacy wondered if later she might find his white stains on the red thong after she left them on the bathroom floor. Imagining him bending over to pick them up she wondered if Lance’s cock was as big as the man’s in the picture then wondered what it might feel like in her mouth and wondered if he would last longer than her boyfriend. “Do you think I’m pretty Lance?”

Stacy was well beyond the edge of puberty. She was more woman than girl. He was sure she had a pretty good idea of what sex was all about. As he drove he said, “You’re a very pretty girl Stacy, you’ve probably broken a few hearts.” When he drove up in front of the school he stopped.

Just as she started to get out of the car she felt her wet labia part with a click. In her mind it sounded like a whip crack but she knew the fabric of her thong muted the tiny sound to silence. Leaning her head back into the car she said, “By the way Lance, I liked the picture on your computer.”

As distracted as he was by her mother he wasn’t able to keep his mind off the possibilities that this gorgeous young girl offered. Having never before gone for girls this much younger than him he winced with guilt. She hesitated, her hands resting on the top of the car, her eyes holding his. Her rounded breasts pushed against her net bra making her nipples poke bumps in her tank top.

“I don’t want to sound like some kind of slut,” the girl said, “But I really like to look at those nasty pictures, Lance.”

In a weak stab at sounding paternal he shot back, “Look young lady this is just a little TOO much sexual talk between a girl of seventeen and a man my age. You’re going to be late for school.” She pouted, closed the door and started walking away.

Conflicted, Lance put the car in gear and started to move. He loved sex but hadn’t had a girl Stacy’s age since he was nineteen. As the car started to move he looked into the rearview mirror and saw her running behind him, her breasts bouncing with each step. In desperation she was trying to flag him down. He stopped and rolled down the window.

“Ohmigod Lance!” she panted, “I left my senior essay in my room. Can you PUL-EEZ take me back to get it?” Brushing her long blonde hair out of her eyes she entreated in a pathetic voice, “Please?”

On the way back to the house she said, “You’re a lifesaver Lance. I feel like such a creep.” After a moment of silence she giggled and said, “I bet my friends are SO jealous.”

As he stopped the car in front of the house Stacy’s seat belt released with a metallic click and she jumped out before he came to a halt. Clutching her backpack she came back, jumped into the car and said with an innocent smile, “You’re so NICE to me Lance.” As he started the car she leaned over and kissed his cheek, whispering very quietly in his ear, “I want to suck your cock.”

He couldn’t believe she had actually said what he thought he heard. The shock was a jolt between a cold shock and a fever. Like she was an EMT listening to his heartbeat the girl’s head went to his chest. Her arms forced themselves between the seat and his body and she said, “Did you hear me Lance?”

He knew he should have struggled and forced her away but his adult had gone AWOL, letting the little predator have her way. As she lowered her head against his stomach his cock had reached its limits. While her fingers fumbled with his fly he raised his ass off the seat to make it easier for her hand to work its way inside his pants, inside his silk boxers and when her warm fingers wrapped his cock in their grip, he eased his ass back in the seat.

“Wow,” Stacy said, “it feels so fucking big Lance.”

Lance couldn’t believe how matter of fact the teenager was as she pulled his stiff, taupe colored meat out of his pants. Looking down she cooed, “It’s all VEINY and SO big. COOL.”

He couldn’t believe that he was condoning what this young girl was doing and thought what would her mother think? What would mine think? Jesus, I could end up in jail. He flinched when her tongue flicked the crystal drop in his slit but managed to say, “You’re a wild little girl Stacy.”

“Mmm hmmm” she purred, Lance’s cock plugged into her mouth. She probed his slit and licked the groove under his head. Pulling off briefly she giggled and said, “A snack,” savoring the taste of his precum.

He surrendered too easily. Laying his head back against the seat he closed his eyes. Almost paralyzed by the sensation of the teenager’s lips covering his swollen cock, her grip moving the loose outer sheath of his rod up and down. Grunting the released of stale air from his lungs Lance murmured, “You’ve done this before, haven’t you Stacy?”

Her lips came off his glans stretching strings of saliva from her lips and she answered, “To my boyfriend.” With a cunning smirk she gazed as she casually stroked him. “And...” She ran her tongue around the flange of his lavender colored head...”five guys on the basketball team.” Giving a muted moan then taking a few sharp breaths through her nostrils she sucked him all the way to her soft palate then formed a trough with her tongue and caressed the bottom of his shaft with her pebbled, velvet-like taste buds.

He imagined the scene, wincing as she teased the entire shaft bottom, and lived the reality of this young girl bestowing the true gift of her expertise. As she flicked his slit with the tip of her tongue he wondered if she really did give head to the five guys on the basketball team at the same time.

Lifting Lance’s rigid cock and nibbling the bottom of his glans Stacy rested her head against his abs as she stroked him slowly then faster, then real slow. “Cocks are wonderful,” she said in adoring wonder, “and yours is big, SO big and, SO pretty.” Worshipfully she rubbed it on her right cheek, under her chin, to her left cheek then sucked him inside again.

Approaching fifty years of age Lance had been sucked by many women. Some were good, some not so good, some spectacular. His wife was. Stacy either had a natural gift or she had done it so many times as to have become an expert. On the verge his mind nearly blanked. But not wanting the girl to think him a pig he struggled to keep from coming in her mouth. She giggled as he grunted, pressing her head hard against him, taking his agitated head all the way to the back of her throat. Gagging she sucked and moaned as her head bobbed faster and faster.

“STACY,” Lance urged while trying to pry her head away, “I’m gonna COME.” Levering her head he tried to get his cock out of her mouth before losing control. He failed. With his explosion she grunted and gulped, swallowing his sperm like she was gulping milk. Still bobbing she continued sucking, grunting and snorting like a feasting pig.

With disbelieving eyes Lance watched as the gorgeous teen sat back in her seat, licked her lips, purred, “Mmm,” before grinning demurely at him and giggling. “Your load was like two guys,” she gasped. With a quizzical frown she added, “But, you don’t taste as strong or as salty.”

As if it had never happened she quickly fastened her seatbelt she said, “I’m late Lance, you’d better get me back to school.”

Between irritation and joy at charade he recalled what Stacy had done at home before they had left for school the first time. She’s DANGEROUS. She had cracked the door of her room luring him to peep at her while she put on her red panties, getting him all worked up and then tricked him into a safe place to give him a blow job. What if her mother finds out? I’m such an asshole but I feel like a million dollars!

With a naughty laugh she raised her butt off the seat as she said, “My thong’s wet as a wash rag.” Peeling the red fabric down she took the garment all the way off and threw it into Lance’s lap then jumped out of the Porsche. “I think you’ll like these better than the ones you jacked off in yesterday she said with a chuckle then disdainfully added, “you fucking PERV.” Laughing, she walked away.

He turned down the ramp onto the freeway still feeling the sting of Stacy calling him a “perv.” At the same time he held the girl’s damp panties against his nose. There’s no doubt about it though. I AM a perv. He breathed in the scent of the young girl’s musk and sighed, “But this is going to be one HELL of a work project.” Gunning the Porsche he swerved into the passing lane.

Having had his cock sucked in his sexy car by a young girl it was next to impossible for him to concentrate on his work that day. He’d experienced many delicious moments in his adult life but never from a female under the age of 24 (a teenager no less). She was seventeen. But she sucked his cock with a kind of purpose he had rarely experienced. Can it be a natural talent? Can her mother be as good? He intended to find out. It was just a matter of how long it would take. “And how do keep either of them from finding out about the other.”

Wondering what Claire would think if she knew her daughter had gone down on her new boarder ... that he had come in her mouth ... that she loved it. She would definitely throw him out of the house. Maybe she would even turn him in for statutory rape. He never intended to have anything to do with her daughter. It was the mother he wanted.

But how does one resist a predatory female like Stacy? Like Ulysses’ trying to resist Circe it would have taken more than being tied to the mast of a ship. Despite his pure intentions he made no effort to resist. And he knew it would happen again. He knew Stacy wouldn’t stop at just a blowjob. So why did he feel like such a sleaze-bag? He had already sniffed her other panties and had masturbated into them. He would just have to be more careful in picking his spots.

As far as getting anywhere with Claire was concerned he would have to get Stacy out of the house, or wait for a time when they could be alone together. But how would that happen?

He was about to find the answer. It was an answer that would fall into his lap, something he would have absolutely nothing to do with...

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