Chapter 3

After making our deal, Darlene changed what she bought at the grocery store. She greatly increased the proportion of food and treats her daughters would lick or suck on. The girls got a sucker every weekend and bananas and popsicles quite often. She encouraged her kids to drink with straws because ‘using a straw is more lady-like’. Seeing them lick lollipops, suck straws, and eat bananas greatly challenged my erection control and self-restraint. I thought it was deliciously arousing when she convinced them the best way to eat hot dogs was to lick off the ketchup and mustard first.

Jessi was starting to grow some small breasts, but her mother told her she didn’t need a bra yet. She also convinced her it was pretty to wear tops that were a size or two too small. I loved seeing the shape of her little nipples through her tight shirts. Watching the pretty teen from behind as she wore pants that were a size too small was also quite arousing.

I kept taking the whole family on ‘dates’ twice a month. I wanted them to be comfortable with the idea, for when I dated the girls individually later. I liked holding the girls’ hands and feet as I painted their nails, and enjoyed carefully applying makeup to their faces to get them ready for our ‘dates’.

When she turned fifteen, we told Jessi she could stay up an extra hour after we put the younger ones to bed. Darlene and I would usually watch romantic movies once Sarah and Melissa were asleep. Jessi would sit in the recliner and watch with us, since she enjoyed romance movies too. Instead of just an extra hour, we’d usually let her stay up until the movies were over. I’d cover Darlene and I with a sheet and play with her body as we watched, squeezing her breasts or feeling her pussy and getting her hot. Jessi glanced at us many times.

After a week or so, we switched to softcore porn romances, with a lot of nude bodies and love scenes that showed nearly everything but penetration. I’d frequently get up in the middle of a movie to ask, “Who wants popsicles?” Darlene and her daughter nearly always did, and I loved staring at them as they sucked the sweet treats.

Darlene had her period for several days and wasn’t in the mood. Half a week of celibacy inspired me to have a very arousing wet dream. A nude Jessie dug through a large pile of suckers, briefly putting each into her mouth before she tossed them aside. My penis was at the bottom of the candy mound. She stared into my eyes with her pretty blue ones as she tasted, licked, and sucked my cock; until I woke up spraying semen onto her mother’s legs.

One night Darlene handed Jessi a sheet before the movie and whispered something to her. Jessi blushed and looked ashamed. She tossed the sheet on the floor and said, “Ew, Mom! That’s gross!” Darlene cuddled with me and whispered in my ear, “I suggested she could play with herself if she liked the movie.” I kissed her to avoid laughing and making Jessi feel bad. Jessi covered herself with a sheet the next night, and I saw a lot of movement underneath. It became a tradition of sorts. For a couple of weeks, the three of us had most of our orgasms sitting under sheets in the living room.

We had a particularly exciting time when Darlene went with Sarah and Melissa for a school field trip. Jessi pretended to be ‘sick’ and convinced me to call the school so she could stay home. After breakfast I said, “I know you’re not sick, but I think it’s sweet that you want to spend time with me. I need a shower. See you in a little while.” I had put all the soap in the other bathroom and left the door unlocked. I stripped and turned the shower on. Once I had soaked myself, I called out, “Jessi!”

She walked in and I moved the shower doors aside casually. She stared at me as I said, “There’s no soap or shampoo. Can you bring some from the other bathroom?”

She stood still and kept staring at my crotch. I let her look a good ten seconds before I asked again, “Jessi? Soap please?”

She ran out, “Sure!” She returned with two bars of soap and an armload of shampoo bottles. I took a bar from her as she asked, “Can I um ... help you wash?”

“I don’t think your mother would like that. You’re only 15, so I could go to jail too.” She sadly frowned and set the shampoo bottles on a shelf. I continued, “But if you were peeking and I didn’t notice, nobody would be in trouble.” She smiled as I closed only one shower door halfway, then turned bright red as I soaped up my crotch and slowly washed my balls and swelling penis.

When I finished and picked up a towel, she said, “I need a shower too. If I didn’t see you, and you were ... um, peeking...”

I smiled as she stripped, then sat on a towel on the toilet lid while she turned the water back on. I saw her breasts had grown to the size of halved oranges. Seeing her slit surrounded by fine blonde pubic hair was quite exciting too. I slowly jerked off as she stared at me and ‘washed’ by rubbing her vulva with a bar of soap under the spray of warm water. After only a few minutes, I squirted a load of cum onto the towel. A strong orgasm hit her and she fell to the floor as her pelvis gyrated wildly.