Chapter 1

Mother And Daughter (As Told By Jenny)

Arriving home from my Tennis practice I was dripping sweat all over my body. I ran to my room, changed into my new string bikini and ran straight to the pool behind the house. I dove in and did a few laps and then took a short rest in the shallow end.

Just then the back door opened, and Mom came out. What caught my eye immediately was that she was stark naked with just a towel in her hand. At 38 Mom looked really good, and could have passed for 30 without a problem. She was still sexy and looking in her prime. Mom, who hasn't yet noticed my presence, had a very special smile on her face, a smile of happiness and satisfaction. I knew that smile — I've seen it many times after she and Dad had sex, something they never hid as they were both very noisy during sex.

It was nice seeing her so happy, but there was one tiny little problem. At that hour Dad was never home. He owned the biggest car dealership in town, and he worked from 9am to 10pm, 5 days a week, and till 3 pm Saturdays.

I splashed in the water and Mom gave me a startled look.

"Hi, Jenny. I didn't know you are home. Is everything ok?"

"Sure, all OK. I was very hot from the Tennis so I changed and jumped straight in. I assume Roger isn't home or you wouldn't come out naked."

"Yeah, Roger went with your father today. He has to start learning the family business."

As Mom slowly came down the steps into the cool water I saw something on her face. I got closer and saw some white stuff smeared on her face. It reminded me of... No! It can't be!

"Wait a minute, Mom."

I got close and wiped the stuff off with my finger. Yes, it had the same feel... Damn! I put the finger in my mouth and the taste confirmed my suspicions. Mom had fresh cum on her face. That and the smile on her face when she came out meant that at the same time that I came home and got into the pool she was at the end of a fuck scene with someone, and the hour told me it wasn't with Dad.

I don't know why, but I wasn't shocked or angry. I felt excited, sort of, like being part of a conspiracy. Maybe part of it was because, at 17, I was very far from being a virgin. I wasn't a real slut. My reputation was not hurt, because I knew where to go for my fun in order to remain discreet — married men. I had three regulars and quite a few temporaries.

Mom and I were very good friends, and I was very open with her, telling her about my affairs and escapades only without mentioning the names of my lovers. She loved hearing the stories, and I believe she was even turned on listening to them. So maybe now I'll hear something from her...

With a devious smile I cleaned the rest of the cum from her face and offered her my finger.

"Naughty, naughty mother! Do you want a taste or should I finish it?"

For the first time in my life I saw Mom blush, but she grabbed my finger and pulled it to her mouth, saying: "It's mine!"

I kept on teasing: "The taste is familiar. Is it someone I know?"

She blushed again. "God, this is embarrassing! I never wanted anyone to find out! I'm just glad you are cool about it and not going into hysterics."

Getting more serious I asked: "So how long have you been cheating on Dad?"

"Let's swim a little then go in and have some lunch. I must think about what I'm going to tell you. I'm a little shocked at being found out."

"OK Mom, but you know that I won't let go until you tell me every juicy detail."

"I was afraid of that. I don't even know what's better — this attitude of yours or you freaking out on me." Her sense of humor was returning.

We stayed in the pool for another 15 minutes, and every time Mom saw me looking at her she blushed. We were good friends, but I guessed that if I'd needed to have anything to hold over her — this was it. Later I understood how wrong I was with that thought.

Over lunch she started, very slowly, to tell me the story.

"I've been actively cheating on your Dad for the last five years. It started with a short affair that made me feel full of guilt, but slowly the quantity increased while the guilt decreased. Now I have a few lovers, none for too long, and I keep changing them."

I wanted to ask something but she raised her hand.

"Let me speak. There will be enough time for questions. I want to make a few things clear, although not everything is even clear to me. First, your father is fucking around too, and he started it long before I did. Second, I know that he fucks around and I believe that he knows perfectly well that I do it too. Third, and it may be hard to believe, your Dad and I still love each other, and in spite of all the games I don't believe we will ever break up."

"I know Dad is fucking around. Twice I entered his office while he had women on his desk and his cock buried in them. He never saw me and he doesn't know that I saw it. So what you have is actually an open marriage."

"Yes, probably, although open marriages are based on agreements and we've never discussed it. It just seems that we know about each other and accept what we do. Maybe we should discuss it sometime, although the excitement of doing it behind each other's backs will go away, and I'm not sure how good it will be without this excitement."

"So who was it who left the generous amount of cum on your face today?"

"Jenny, as open as we are with each other, you must promise never to speak to your Dad or to Roger about this, and if I mention names you won't pass on the information or use it in any way to harm the people involved."

"OK, I can understand that and agree. But with Roger... I'll have to see what he knows so maybe I'll have to tell him."

"Try not to... it's too embarrassing as it is."

"Well, if you say that there is no danger of a break up, then this is something like a fun story and that's all. Now back to my previous question — who was it today? The flavor of his cum was very familiar to me."

"Well, I'm not sure how you'll like it. The flavor was familiar to you because it was Teddy."

"Teddy? Teddy who?"

"Teddy. Your boyfriend. He's been fucking around behind your back, and not only with me. Today was my second and last time with him. I don't like keeping my affairs long, and especially not with an unreliable young stud like Teddy."

I had to think for a minute, and strangely I was not even slightly angry.

"Mom, I wanted to dump him anyway, and the only thing that made me keep him was that he is a damn good fuck. I hope you enjoyed him, but I also hope you didn't make a mistake — the guy likes to blab."

"He won't blab about me. I have something over his head and he won't dare to cross my path. But it's true that he is a good fuck."

"What do you have on him?"

"Your boyfriend is bi-sexual, and he loves little boys too."

"Oh, that, I knew that long ago. Now back to you Mom, who are your other lovers?"

"I'm very uncomfortable with this, Jenny. I expect my lovers to be discreet and never reveal my identity and I owe them the same."

"Come on, Mom, I promised not to tell, but you still owe me lots of juicy details."

"OK. Tom Patrick."

"Wow! He is Julie Patrick's husband and she is your best friend! If this is what you do to your friends I wouldn't want to be your enemy."

"Apart from the fact that your Dad has been fucking Julie for over two months now. We are such good friends that we even compare notes about our husbands."

"God, you are such sluts! So Julie is also fucking around on Tom."

"Well, yes. Actually it was her who had me start fucking around. She started telling me stories about her lovers and I became so hot that I decided to start it too. My first time was a threesome with her and one of her lovers at the time."

"And you really don't feel guilty? How do you think Dad will react if you do it right in his face?"

"As I said, the first time I felt guilty, but I enjoyed it so much that I started finding lovers of my own. It wasn't hard — guys were hitting on me all the time, and I just started picking those whom I liked. Most of the time I go with them to motels, but from time to time, like today, I bring them home. It seems that the danger of getting caught adds to the thrill. As for your Dad, I have a feeling that if he catches me red handed he will willingly join in."

"How do you feel now that I caught you red handed? Is it still an added thrill? You seemed to be embarrassed."

"I'm glad it was you and not Roger. Roger is open with your Dad the way you are open with me, but I don't know how he will react if he catches me."

"OK Mom, who else?"

"Do you really have to know?"

"Yes. I'm getting excited listening to this."

"You are a funny girl, but I love you just as you are. I've been with Tom Farley from across the street."

"Well, that son of a bitch. I've been with him too. He must be laughing his head off, having both of us, mother and daughter. Does Betty join your fun?"

"WHAT?!?!"

"Well, when I used to fuck Tom, Betty joined us and we had a few delightful threesomes. That lady sure knows how to eat pussy!"

"God! I knew you were fucking around, but you've never told me that you go both ways. Do you really like it with women?"

"Only when there is no cock available, or when the cock has to rest a bit. Yes, it's nice to have your pussy licked while waiting for a cock to wake up."

"Jenny, how do you keep a clean reputation? You are more of a slut than I am."

"I mainly fuck married men and I also tell them clearly that if word goes out about it I'll personally make sure their wives hear about it too. Now show me a man of 30 or more who doesn't like fucking a 16 or 17 year old girl."

"You'd be surprised how many of them want a 38 year old woman too."

"OK Mom, who else?"

"David Beck."

"Ohhh, Tina's Dad. Did you know that he also fucks his daughter? Tina is very proud of that. I once had a threesome with them. He is really a good fuck! Who else, Mom?"

"Steve Harlow."

"Hell Mom, That's Dad's partner. Don't you think it may be humiliating for Dad?"

"I don't think so, as your Dad has been fucking his wife, Marla. Marla was one of the women you saw on your Dad's desk. While your Dad hadn't noticed you (because when he enjoys a fuck he always does it with his eyes closed), she did, and as she has told me, she even winked at you. Marla and I are good friends too, and she told me all about it. It was her suggestion that I fuck her husband too."

"I never noticed her wink, and I hadn't even recognized her. I slowly find out that most people I know are fucking around and are not ashamed of it or feel any guilt."

"You have a lot to learn, Jenny. When two people love each other, not only does some fun on the side not hurt their love, but some even encourage their spouses to have that extra fun. It adds spice to the marriage, and there are quite a few such couples that like telling each other about their experiences and after such stories their sex is heightened to new levels."

"You know, about Dad, I once went to Rob Ballard's place for a fuck and when I was one house away I saw Dad coming out of his house. He didn't see me, and when I knocked on the door Pamela Ballard answered, and it turned out that Rob was away on a business trip. But when she saw me she became all red in the face. Who else?"

"Now that you mentioned Rob — I had him twice or 3 times too. He is quite a medium quality fucker. He cums too quick, but at least he can perform twice in a row and the second time around he can hold it long enough for me to cum too."

"Yeah, I had the same impression too. Any more I should know about?"

"Jenny dearest, if I start telling you all the names it will take days. As I said, I've been doing it for the last 5 years so it amounts up to 150 to 200 men. But now that it's out, I'll probably tell you a bit more every time we have the opportunity."

"Any long relationships?"

"No. That may hurt my relationship with your Dad and as I said, I love him and I believe that he loves me too. There is one long relationship which is with Tom Patrick, and it will probably last as long as your Dad is fucking Julie. By the way, he knows about his wife's indiscretions and talking about it just turns him on. I have no intention of having any other long affairs. I really and truly don't want to hurt your Dad."

"So why not discuss it with Dad and have an agreement of an open marriage?"

"Maybe now that I've spilled everything to you I'll have to talk to your father about it. I have a feeling that you are going to tell Roger everything, and I want the air clear in this house. By the way, I've heard rumors that Roger also doesn't keep his cock in his pants and that he is also quite popular with many married women in addition to the college girls he fucks regularly."

"Yeah, that's true. He's told me about a few of his 'conquests' in the neighborhood, having me swear not to tell anyone. At that time I also told him about a few of mine, and it turned out that he is doing a few of the wives of the men I've been fucking. Just shows you how small the world is and how many sluts and studs we know."

"Well, Hon', I think we've told each other enough for today and I do have to get dressed and go out. I have a 3 o'clock date at the Holiday Inn."

"Before you go I want to ask you two things. First, please don't do any more school boys because whatever you do — they just have to brag, and I don't want to hear about it at school. Second, if you have someone really good and you'll feel comfortable enough with it — please have me join for a threesome. I'd really like to see you in action and I'm sure it will turn me on tremendously. Maybe someone we've both had in the past like Tom Farley. Or maybe even Teddy before we both dump him. He is a good fuck too."

"Actually my date today is with two young studs your age, but they are not from your school, and I'll take extra care to have them promise discretion. This is already set, but I won't do any more school boys although it will be a pity. The ability of young boys to sprout new erections and to cum endless times is something I'm going to miss. But you are right, and I don't want to cause you embarrassment. As for a threesome, let me think about it. It will be very strange for me to go fucking around together with my daughter. I'm also starting to plan a good conversation with your Dad."

"One last thing, Mom. Don't answer me now, but think about it. I'd like to know what you think about incest. This talk made me think about fucking Roger and maybe even Dad, but I won't go ahead with it unless you agree. I also think you may enjoy Roger's cock."

"Well, slutty daughter of mine, this may be easier to answer than describing my cheatings on your Dad. Your uncle Steve took my cherry when I was 15, and after your Grandmother died — I seduced my father — your Grandpa Bill — and fucked him until the day I married your Dad. I would have gone on fucking him but he said he has never touched a married woman and had no intention of starting with me. So, my bachelorette party, the night before the wedding, was with my father and my brother who then doubled up on me for the first and the last time. If you want Roger — go for it. As for your Dad, let me send out some feelers AFTER my conversation with him to see how he feels about it. I don't want him to freak out. I'll consider fucking Roger only if your Dad agrees to it. Oh my, I'm beginning to envision a family orgy with the four of us, but again, only if your Dad agrees."

Father And Son. (As Told By Roger)

It was a hot day, and I'd just arrived from my basketball practice, showered, put on a pair of shorts and came out to sit on the patio with a beer, a newspaper and a pack of cigarettes.

I gulped down half a can of beer, opened the paper in the sports section, stuck a cigarette in my mouth and tried to light it. Damn, my lighter just ran out of lighter fluid.

At that moment Dad came out to the patio, and offered to light my cigarette.

As his hand was in front of my face I smelled a familiar odor. I grabbed his hand and sniffed at it, while he was trying to pull his hand back. I held his hand tight and sniffed some more. There was not the slightest doubt — his fingers smelled of pussy.

"Thanks for the light, Dad," I leered at him. "This odor is not exactly from a car, I think. So where have you been dipping your fingers lately?"

"Damn! Caught red handed!"

"No, just smelly handed. You should be more careful when fucking around on Mom. I'm glad I caught you with that odor and not Mom."

"Aren't you going to freak out on me?"

"Hell, no. I've told you a few times that I'm fucking many married women in the neighborhood, and I also know about quite a few of their husbands who are fucking around. I've learned that this doesn't mean that they don't love their spouses, but only that they like the variety. So you are lucky enough to have some pussy on the side — good for you! So how long have you been fucking around on Mom?"