Chapter 3

Needless to say, we were both soaking wet by the time we'd finished up with the shutters on all the small windows. The rain was really coming down now with periods of thunder and lightning. Cynthia had told me earlier, but reminded me again of her concern and worry for Joy. Joy truly was terrified by thunder and lightning, had been so all her life in fact. And of course Cynthia also told me, she very often reacted to it in strange ways, trying to hide and cover up her fear.

"All I'm saying is ... don't be surprised by anything," Cynthia said as we had stood against the wall on the back side of her home, temporarily shielded from the weather before making our mad dash back inside. "She's apt to do just about anything in order to keep her mind off the storm, especially if the thunder and lightning gets closer or more intense.

"Thanks for the warning," I near shouted as the wind seemed to be picking up a little. Though thankfully ... for the moment anyway, the thunder and lightning didn't appear to be very close yet, though it was frequent, and beginning to increase in intensity.

When we'd made it back inside, standing near the same towel rack, Cynthia immediately began stripping off her wet clothes. "Here," she said handing me a large towel. "Take off your wet things and dry off with this." We both stripped, and then began drying off, though I soon grabbed another dry towel, once again wrapping it around myself just as Cynthia did. Walking back into the main room, we were of course greeted again by Joy who remained sitting on the couch, her display of obscene, yet interesting toys now laid out side-by-side there on the table in front of her.

"All set to go," she announced as though packing for a trip, or an outing to an amusement park, which in this case, was her own pussy. She still wore a white, wife-beater tee shirt along with a white thong, that I could see as she sat on the couch with her knees partially bent, it did little if anything to conceal that pressed in "V" of her split as it pushed against the thin material of her panties. Not to mention of course, her hard twin tipped nipples clearly showing through the thin material of her top. Twin aroused points of pure hard ecstasy that I allowed my eyes to feast upon. I know Cynthia could see what I saw, but didn't comment on the obvious. Apparently she was used to this ... though I was far from being there myself. Joy was, and continued to be a disconcerting puzzle to me. She was indeed an enigma of character that had me constantly trying to second guess her intent, continually keeping me on my toes whenever I was around her.

"What about the main windows?" I asked trying to change the subject and give me reason and cause to avert my eyes away from Joy's continued, almost obscene display of herself.

"I don't think we need to worry about those just yet," Cynthia stated playing along. "At least those can be closed from the inside. But we should think about putting something together for dinner, just in case we happen to lose power for a while."

"I'm not hungry ... what I am, is horny." Joy quipped her eyes locking directly on mine as she even more decadently spread her legs, even going so far as to lift one of them up, placing it on the couch. This simple move now displaying even more of herself as she did that. The outline of her sweet succulent looking pussy lips almost winking at me as she smiled in that naughty little girl, flirtatious way of hers. I turned away glancing towards her mother, almost having to will myself in doing so.

"Fine, then go up to your room and do something about it," Cynthia suggested, which would have been my suggestion too under the circumstances. Joy of course just sat glaring at her mother. As I stood feeling my cock beginning to stir.

"You know damn good and well I hate being alone in my room when the weathers like this," she said sullenly. As though to emphasize this very fact, a loud sharp crackle of lightning lit up nearly the entire sky, hinting at the fact that the storm was indeed intensifying and getting closer. This was almost immediately followed by a long rolling echo of thunder that reverberated inside the house. Joy's eyes had opened wide upon seeing and hearing it, and then oddly enough, if not bizarre enough, she reached over towards the table, grabbed what appeared to be a fairly large purple vibrator with more gadgets on it that I had in my car, and turned it on. "At least do me the courtesy of doing something to help me take my mind of the fucking lightning!" She exclaimed almost yelling at us.

"Like what?" Cynthia asked her in a much calmer tone of voice as Joy placed the tip of the now vibrating toy against herself, though merely teasing her split through the material of her sheer thong at the moment. My eyes unfortunately, once again glued to her as she sat doing that.

"Give me something to look at, to concentrate on while I'm doing this. If you don't ... I'll never get off!" She sincerely asked her.

Cynthia turned looking at me, a small smile on her lips, though she again turned back facing her daughter, once again asking the very same question. "Like what?"

"Oh ... I don't know, maybe you two could at least fuck or something. You both seem to be good at doing that!"

Just then another even brighter flash of lightning lit up the room, which was followed almost instantaneously by a rolling peel of thunder.

"Please mother!" She now begged, clearly agitated and upset, nearly dropping the toy she'd been holding against herself as she literally jumped up from the couch a bit.

I know I was standing there with my mouth agape, not believing everything that was going on for one thing, the weather outside making it even more surreal as Cynthia and I stood there looking on at her daughter as she once again placed the toy against her split, this time easing away the small patch of material covering her pussy lips. She now held it directly against them, teasing herself though her eyes remained wild-eyed and fearful.

"I know this is going to sound crazy Jack, but ... would you mind?"

It was crazy. The thought of fucking Cynthia right in front of Joy without the pretense of her peeking at us from her window while we did, was strange enough. But then we'd already entered the 'Twilight Zone' a short time after I'd arrived here anyway by my way of thinking.

"Why the hell not?" I heard myself saying. Truth was ... it was just kinky enough to appeal to me in a strange sort of way, decadent, taboo ... dirty wrong. And it made me even hornier that I already was, standing there looking over at Joy as she so uninhibitedly, so unabashedly sat ... playing with herself in front of the two of us. I easily undid the knot holding the large towel around my waist, it fell away unceremoniously around my feet, my cock springing up, as it did like a striking cobra. Both Cynthia as well as her daughter were looking at me as I did that, my prick still wobbling a bit having just thumped against my lower abdomen.

"Fuck you're hard!" Joy proclaimed still staring at my prick. I was. Very hard in fact, and very, very swollen. Even glancing down at myself now, I almost felt boastfully proud at the way I looked. I never considered myself as having a gigantically large cock, but at the moment it felt like it. So thick and swollen, the almost purple head straining against itself, a small droplet of precum already leaking from the tip as I stood there hands free, just letting the two of them admire it. As I myself was. And then Cynthia allowed the towel she was wearing to come free.

"God mom ... you really do have a gorgeous body!" Joy told her mother. Which again was strange for me in hearing her say that, and perhaps for her mother too, though she responded in kind, accepting the compliment, and giving her daughter one.

"Thank you honey. At least the years have been kind to me, though I daresay, my breasts still aren't nearly as perky and well-rounded as yours are."

Once again this intimate little mother-daughter exchange was sending jolts of excitement and desire up and down the length of my prick as I stood there listening, looking back and forth between them like someone attending a tennis match.

"So ... where would you like us? What would you like to see? Have us do?" She asked calmly enough, though I caught a lustful edge of excitement in her tone of voice. Doing this ... doing what we were about to in front of her own daughter, had aroused ... excited her. But then again, it had fucking aroused me even more so too!

Joy actually giggled, resettling herself there on the couch even more comfortably. I half expected to see her produce popcorn and settle in for the show. Though what she did do was suddenly lift up her top, exposing her breasts completely, and then scrunched up her ass, peeling the thong she was wearing quickly down her legs, tossing it away with one foot.

"Lean over against the arm of the chair there," she instructed. "I'd like to start off ... with seeing Jack fuck you from behind."

"Start off?" I thought to myself. "Bloody hell!"

Cynthia moved without question however, soon positioning herself just as her daughter had asked, standing off to one side at an angle from where she sat, with me standing behind only a couple of feet away. I could see it in my mind's eye as though sitting next to her watching us, what it would look like. I grinned, couldn't help it as I stepped behind her mother.

"Don't put it in just yet," Joy moaned hotly. "Tease her a little first," she now added. "Let me see you rub it up the crack of her ass for a bit."

I began doing that as Joy in turn placed the now quiet toy between her own lips, not inserting, not even vibrating, but just allowing it to slide up and down her wet juicy center briefly as I began doing the same to Cynthia's ass. It was pleasurable, and quite a turn on for me, doing so ... looking over, watching Joy as she in turn looked at us. Even when another clap of thunder and lightning occurred during this, Joy didn't freak out or flinch nearly as much as she had been. Perhaps there was something to this ... in again, a strange sort of way.

"Ok," Joy said panting now, though still perhaps quivering from her almost unreasonable fear rather than excitement, though it was no doubt a combination of both perhaps. "Put it in just a little ... not all the way though, I want to see it ... watch you as you ease it inside her."

What I did ... Joy did. Placing just the tip of my hard swollen cock at the opening of her mother's cunt, Joy did as well. I watched her now turn on the toy to its lowest setting, and then merely hold it ... only the tip of it pressing directly against her lips. Sitting close enough to us, only a foot or so away as we stood there, I was mesmerized as her own pussy seemed to wrap its lips around the tip of the purple-headed toy, as though trying to suck it into herself.

"This is so ... fucking ... naughty!" Cynthia moaned hotly, allowing herself to become consumed by this rather macabre, wanton exhibition of one another, the periodic flashes of lightning and rolling thunder still filling the room, though Joy truly did seem to be reacting to them less and less, the more she herself became aroused sitting there ... directing us.

"No fucking shit!" I exclaimed myself, adding in my own two cents, half tempted to simply drive my straining cock into her mother's depths as wet as she now was. Even I could see a small trickle of her mother's own lubrications running down between her legs as I periodically stepped back, looking down ... teasing myself in just seeing her doing that.

"Oh fuck!" She said aloud moaning. "Now Jack ... now, push all the way in ... slowly though!" She amended. "I want to see it go as deep as you can inside her ... and then all the way out again. Let me see the head of your dick pop out, before you shove it back into her pussy!"

I did as she asked, taking direction well, thrusting inside Cynthia's wet slick cunt, hearing her moan, grunting with the sudden sensation of my prick knocking on the door of her cervix.

"Oh fuck, oh my god!" Cynthia exclaimed loudly, one hand still helping to support herself, the other briefly cupping her breast where she now pulled on one of her hard extended nipples.

"Oh yeah ... I like that, I like watching you play with your tits!" Joy announced having seen her mother do that. Reaching up, her firm young breasts likewise exposed, she kept one hand on the toy, deeply embedded inside her now, holding it there. The other ... likewise fondling her own hard thimble sized nipple, rolling and twisting it as she looked on. "Let me see it," she now said looking at me as I'd just shoved in again filling her mother's cunt full of cock. "Let's see how juicy she is," Joy said removing the toy from her own pussy, and then holding it up to her mouth, licking her sweet sticky juice from the vibrator as I pulled out. Cynthia certainly was that. My cock was glistening with the saturated wetness of her cunt. The purple tip literally shining with the essence of her mother's fluids thickly and obscenely coating it.