Chapter 3: A Knotty Problem

"What do you think happened, Mike?"

"Happened? What do you mean, Delores?"

Mike and Delores were lying side by side in bed as they often did after they made love at night. They preferred early morning fucks because the extra burst of testosterone that men typically have in the morning made it better for both. It also left them both relaxed for a day's work but for several nights Mabel had been getting in bed with them sometime during the sleeping hours.

"She's been getting in bed with us every night since her piano teacher quit. She hasn't done that for years. Do you think he assaulted her?"

"God, Delores. I'd kill him if he did. Did she say anything?"

"No. But she's been awfully quiet and sort of sad. Maybe she wanted it but he didn't? I know that when I was her age I had a crush on an older guy and I was kind of depressed when nothing came of it."

"I bet you were! Damn. I wish I'd been around then. Anyway, try to find out from her if there is something we should do."

Mabel was in fact an emotional wreck. Right after he had fucked her and before her next scheduled piano lesson Mr. Williams had called her father and said he had to give up teaching Mabel. She'd been devastated. She was at first depressed and felt somehow inadequate. Then she became angry with herself. She'd behaved like a whore. And finally she became angry with her ex-teacher. Why should he think he was so great? Sure, he'd popped her cherry and fucked her but he hadn't satisfied her.

But through all the phases of her torment she couldn't sleep, not even after she got angry and her self-hate diminished. She began crawling into bed with her parents. It was comforting to lie beside her mother, nesting against her pleasantly warm body and in that way she was able to sleep.

Delores was horny. Incredibly so. She could feel her daughter's form pressing warmly against her back and she muttered with frustration. It had been more than a week now since she and Mike had managed a nighttime fuck and every morning, like now, Mabel was in bed with them. She eased over closer to her husband listening carefully for any sound from the sleeping girl. There was none.

Carefully Delores reached across her husband's body to the small table at the head of the bed. From the drawer she took out her favourite toy, a twelve-inch, pink, jelly-type dildo with a wonderfully formed penis shape and a nicely formed penis head at the tip. Taking care not to disturb Mabel she lay on her back and bent her legs so that she made a tent of the bedclothes with enough free space under the tent that she could manipulate the smooth, flexible pseudo cock.

For a minute or two Delores had to be satisfied with just caressing her pussy with the smooth object but soon her juices began to flow and lubricate the slick cylinder. Her cuntmouth, conditioned by numerous penetrations by her husband's short but delightfully thick cock, easily accommodated the girth of the dildo and she worked it in, deeper and deeper. Mike was a wonderful, skillful and considerate lover but sometimes, like now, she yearned for the deep penetration that the dildo provided.

Mabel didn't stir even though her mother's breathing became quite audible. Mike, however, slowly became conscious of the gentle movements of his wife's warm body next to his and as he awakened he finally realized what was going on. Quietly he rolled onto his side and his hand took control of the masturbatory instrument.

Delores bit her lower lip to stifle her moans as her husband slid the long, thick tool into her well-oiled receptacle. He knew what she liked and, as he pushed the mammoth device in and out he angled it so that it slid over her throbbing clitoris. Her hips began a rhythmic undulation and she thrilled to the feel of pressure that pervaded her lower body. Her hand covered her mouth as the first electric shocks of her orgasm engulfed her and then she convulsed silently as successive waves of climax washed over her loins.

Mike withdrew the dildo from his wife's still pulsating pussy and as soon as he did so she rolled towards him. He glanced to the side and, seeing that their daughter was still sleeping, he grasped Delores' hips and drew her body above and astride his hips.

Delores was quaking from her orgasm but, enjoyable as the dildo was, it was no substitute for the real thing. She let the bedclothes fall away as she sat up astride Mike's body and reaching down she guided his thick, erect organ to her gaping cuntal slit. It felt good. So good. She lowered her hips, sighing softly as the hot, hard cock filled her cuntmouth and beyond. Slowly she began to ride him, gently at first so the bed wouldn't move but, as her own passion was re-ignited, she became less concerned about awakening their daughter. So what if the fourteen-year-old girl saw her mother fucking her father. It was natural and legal, wasn't it? The thought of her daughter watching them added to her pleasure.

The man lay back and let his wife service him. It was pleasant and relaxing and unusual. He stroked her silken thighs and flanks as her soft cuntflesh slid up an down over his tool. Again he glanced sideways at the sleeping girl and he too wondered what she'd think if she awakened. Would she be embarrassed? Upset? Or would she want it too? He tried to force the last thought from his mind. Delores had guessed the truth when he got hard thinking about Mabel that way but he felt guilty about it. It wouldn't be right for him to fuck his own daughter would it? But what if she wanted him to? Would it be OK then? He fondled his wife's breasts, trying to push the image of his daughter's firm, nubile body from his mind.

Why was the bed moving? Mabel came slowly awake to the sound of a rhythmic, squeaking sound. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw her mother sitting up beside her, her legs drawn up and a naked breast pointing towards her. Oh God. They were doing it. Fucking. Just then her mother looked at her and, placing a finger against her lips to signal silence, she winked.

Mabel watched as her mother leaned forward, resting her cheek on the man's shoulder and slowly she fucked him. The girl felt a warmth in her own loins, excited not only by the fact that her mother knew she was watching but also by the obvious, dusky flush of pleasure on her mother's face. And then she sensed that her father was pushing his hips up at the woman above him.

Delores knew that Mike was getting close and she straightened up again, pushing down but angling her pelvis so that the thick stake was rubbing her clit. He was brushing her sensitive nipples with the backs of his hands in the way he knew she liked so much. Her tempo increased and both of them panted and grunted and she felt her husband's cock buck within her as she brought him off. His hips settled down on the bed but she continued to slide up and down on his cock to be sure she drained him well. Then she slumped down and for a couple of minutes lay atop him, resting.

"I have to get ready for work, Mike," Delores whispered. "Be quiet... Mabel is asleep beside us," she added with a silent chuckle. What would he think if he knew their daughter had watched the whole thing? Would it turn him on? It might be a good idea if her fucked her. Then at least she'd learn properly. Better than with some young buck in the back seat of a car.

Mabel was embarrassed. Even though her Mom had known she was watching she wasn't sure that she wanted her Dad to know but, embarrassed or not, she was also turned on. It had looked so good. She tried to lay stock still and get lost in the folds of the coverlet when her hand touched something rubbery. She was shocked when it registered on her brain that the rubbery thing was the dildo she'd seen in the bed-table. Cautiously she explored it. It felt like it was a foot long and her fingers couldn't span its girth.

Before she could complete the tactile investigation of the device she felt the covers move as her Dad began searching for it. And then his hand touched hers. She froze. He froze too.

"I think that's too big for you, Kitten," Mike whispered when he realized that his daughter was awake. How long had she been awake? What had she seen? "Someday, maybe... but not to start," he continued with a nervous laugh as he gently pulled it from her hand and, rolling onto his back, he placed the dildo on the floor.

"Are you OK, Kitten?" he asked in his deep, gentle voice. "Is there anything you want to know? Just ask and I'll be happy to tell you."

"Does Mom really like it? I mean that big... you know?" Mabel blurted out although there were many things she wanted to know more than that.

"Yes Kitten. She really likes a big cock in her. Before we met she dated some men with really big ones and once in a while she needs something big in her."

"But? Like? Aren't you big, Daddy?

"I'm not too small but I'm not too big, either. I'm a little under 6 inches, but extremely thick. I like sex with your mother and she likes it with me, but sex toys add some additional flavor to our sex life. Is that all you want to know?"

"Yeah... I guess so."

"Tell me, Baby, what is wrong? What's bothering you? Why can't you sleep?"

When her father asked that question, his heartfelt concern evident in the softness of his voice, Mabel completely lost it and rolled over into her Dad's arms, weeping like a 5 year old.

"Oh Daddy... Mr. Williams... he did it... he had me and..." but before she could complete her sentence her father stiffened.

"You mean he raped you? I'll kill the bastard!"

"No... No Daddy... I wanted him to but..."

"Oh Kitten," and Mike held his daughter closer. "Is that why he quit as your piano teacher?"

"Yes Daddy. I think so. And it made... makes me feel like a slut. And I'm so lonely. I still want it but not like that. Not with somebody that treats me like I'm just a quick lay. And this morning when I heard... saw you and Mom it made me so... you know? I just ache."

"It's all right, Baby," Mike consoled his sobbing daughter. "It's all right to feel that way." He stroked the girl's back as she snuggled close to him, her warm body molding to his. He fought the urge that was building in his groin. She didn't need that. Not after her experience with the piano teacher. He was supposed to be comforting his little daughter, not thinking about fucking her. But, despite his misgivings his just-drained cock got harder and harder and he tried to keep it from touching her.

Mabel felt her father's organ swell and wriggle against her bare thigh, thumping as it hardened and the warmth in her belly became a hot glow. It was wonderful to be held like this by a man that she loved and she tried to lift her leg over his naked hip and get even closer, to achieve the ultimate in intimacy. She had an overwhelming need to fuck him, to be on top of him like her mother had been and have his thick hardness inside her.

Delores had drained his lust from him in her usual expert fashion but youth is an irresistible aphrodisiac and the man's uneasiness about thinking of sex with his own flesh and blood was overcome by the feel of her youthful flesh pressing to his. As her short nightgown rode higher and he felt her soft, fluffy cunt riding his thigh he managed with difficulty to regain control.