Chapter 39

Anita lounged in the parlor, half-lying on the couch as she read TIME magazine. Her husband’s soft snores caused her to look up in amusement, watching him snooze on the floor, a newspaper thrown over his face. When they had returned to the Jenson’s, they had made it in time for lunch, then had retired to the parlor to relax. John had decided to read the newspaper, but Anita wryly noted that his average weekend newspaper invariably resulted in a nap.

Anita still felt a tingle thinking about how John had balled the hell out of her in the back of the Jeep. Dressing, she had simply tied her blouse up under her breasts without buttoning it. John had missed the hint and gone to sleep anyway. Hearing a commotion in the hallway, she looked up to see her daughters noisily enter the room. “Sshh!” she whispered, pointing at the twin’s sleeping father. “What are you two up to?”

Laurie looked nervously at Cory, then turned back to her mother. “Uh, well, we...”

“You,” corrected her sister.

“Yeah, uh, I’ve got something to ask, Mom.”

Anita looked curiously at her daughter. “Go on.”

“It’s, well, uh, well, could you teach me how to give a blowjob?” asked the teen.

“What?” demanded Anita. She stared at the girls incredulously. John snorted as if he were waking but seemed to settle down again, and Anita lowered her voice. “You want me to what?”

Cory interjected as her sister tried to fumble out an answer. “Laurie has a hard time giving head, Mom, and since everybody says you give great blowjobs, they told us to ask you.”

“Yeah, Mom, everybody says that anybody who can suck off Daddy knows everything about giving head!” exclaimed Laurie quietly.

Anita stared at her daughters in disbelief. While the acknowledgement of her oral abilities was extremely gratifying, the very concept that she should teach the twins how to suck cock was ludicrous! Or was it? Who better to teach them than a woman who routinely swallowed nine inches? “You have got to be kidding me, right?”

“No, Mom,” replied Laurie. Cory nodded her head in agreement.

“Christ on a crutch!” said Anita quietly. She thought about it a bit longer. “You’re missing an important piece of equipment, girls.”

“What?” asked Cory.

“A cock. Who did you have in mind? We’ll have to find one of the guys.”

The twins had apparently forgotten this essential item when they decided to ask their mother for help. Laurie looked at Cory and said, “Doctor Jenson?”

Cory shook her head in the negative. “He’s upstairs doing Jeanine and Phoebe.”

“Tony?”

“He and Reeves are doing Mrs. Jenson,” was the reply.

At the realization that all the other men in the household were occupied, the three women simultaneously turned their heads to look at John Andrews sleeping on the floor. Anita spoke up first, turning back to her daughters and saying, “You two are out of your fucking minds! You want me to teach you how to blow your own father?”

Laurie looked at Cory, then shrugged her shoulders. “Why not? It’s not like we have anybody else available.”

“Yeah, Mom, if she can learn to handle Dad, she’ll be able to do anyone,” said Cory.

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better about it?” Despite herself, the conversation was starting to arouse Anita powerfully. She glanced over at her husband’s muscular form and well-filled trousers, her large nipples stiffening in her shirt. A wave of lust overcame her better judgment. “Oh, hell, it’s not like we haven’t committed every other depravity known to mankind this week already.”

The twins gleefully jumped up and down and clapped their hands. “Now?” asked Laurie expectantly.

“It’s what you two want, isn’t it?” she asked conversationally. At their grins, she said, “Okay, you two, do as I say.”

The girls nodded and Anita continued. Her hands went to the knot holding her blouse together and she began untying it. “Take your shirts off. When a guy cums, you might miss some and you won’t want to get any on your clothing.” She stripped off her blouse and stood up, to stand topless in front of the twins. “Besides, guys generally like to look at your tits, and it will make it easier to get them off that way.”

Both girls had been wearing T-shirts and shorts, and they pulled the shirts over their heads and tossed them on the couch with their mother’s blouse. Neither had been wearing bras, and their nipples were stiff and pointy on their firm young tits. “What next?” asked Cory.

“Well, now you need a cock to suck.” Anita crept up to stand over John. “Cory, you get on the other side, and Laurie, you stay next to me.” She knelt down by John’s waist, and the girls followed her example. “Now, try not to wake him up, but start by undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.” She started things off by gently unbuckling his belt, leaving it undone but still around his waist.

At Anita’s signal, Cory gingerly undid the button at her father’s waistband. John gave a few more snorts but subsided when she removed her fingers. Then it was Laurie’s turn. The sound of the zipper being lowered was impossibly loud in the quiet parlor, and John gave a few more snorts as he started coming awake.

Anita pressed an index finger to her lips, then reached out and spread her love’s pants wide, exposing his limp cock to his daughters. She heard their intake of breath as they saw, for the first time up-close-and-personal, what their mother had been fucking all those years. The previous day, during the gang-rape, both had been impressed with it, but neither had gotten this close, or handled it, concentrating instead on each other and the other men in the room. Even soft it seemed overly large, and Laurie began wondering if this had been such a good idea after all.

“Now, the odds are, you won’t be seeing a cock in this fashion very often,” whispered the redheaded mother. “Usually, by the time you get this far, he’ll already be erect. But, sometimes, when I wake up before Daddy, if I’m feeling horny, I’ll suck him until he’s stiff enough to fuck. Watch,” she commanded quietly. Kneeling with her face at his crotch, she lifted the tip of his cock with her fingers, enough that she could place the soft and silky head between her lips. The girls watched, amazed, as their mother took the limp dick into her mouth and sucked it in its entirety.

That was enough to rouse John completely awake. Grunting, he swatted the newspaper away and stared down the length of his torso, not quite believing his eyes. His wife was sucking his cock, and his daughters, both topless, knelt on either side of him watching intently.

“Hi, Daddy,” said Cory brightly.

“What the hell is going on?” he yelled.