Chapter 2

The date went off as planned. Cathy and Mike both had fun. On the way home Cathy had Mike pull off the road and into a quiet park. They found a place dark and isolated. After Mike had turned off the motor the only sounds were those of the night insects.

"Okay, I think we need to put everything on the table," Cathy said. Mike nodded. "I had a talk with Sara."

Mike said, "Sara told me."

"How much?" Cathy asked.

"Well, she told me about telling you and Samantha about what happened with us. She also told me about you and your brother and about Samantha fantasizing about her brother. I was kind of thunderstruck. I mean..."

Cathy cut in, "Mike, it happens a lot. Nobody talks about it but it happens a lot. I think what Sara did was one of the bravest and most intuitive things I've ever heard of a seventeen-year-old doing. It probably saved your life."

"I know it. I am so proud of her," Mike said.

"And I get to benefit," Cathy said. "Did she tell you what I said after our date?"

Mike nodded, "Uh, yes."

Her hand snaked into his lap and found his cock. She started massaging it and it quickly responded. Mike was jittery and there was something that puzzled Cathy. She remembered what it was. "I was surprised that Sara let me date you. I would have thought that a normal woman would have wanted you to herself." She waited but there was only silence.

He was holding something back. "There is something else?" He said nothing telling her that there was. "I could always use my mom tactics on Sara."

"Dammit woman," he swore without malice. Grabbing her hand he said, "Stop, so I can think."

Laughing, "That's why I was doing this so the blood would run south and you couldn't think and would just answer my question."

"Witch," he said, both of them laughing. "Sara didn't finish the story. She thought about it for several days, then told me she didn't want to stop."

"Makes sense," Cathy said. "I sure didn't let my brother stop at once."

"Yes, well," Mike said. "We didn't stop at one either."

Cathy kept stroking Mike's cock which was hard in his pants. "Exactly what was your agreement when Sara let you date?"

"Um, that she wouldn't be cut off."

"Little vixen. She's willing to share but not get cut off," Cathy said. Squeezing his cock, "Well, I can see why. And I did ask if I could share. Share it is." She fished his cock out of his pants as she also pushed her underwear off.

"You know, we are too old for this car seat crap. We'll need to find a better place," as she straddled his lap. She held his cock straight up and settled over him his cock sliding deep into her pussy. "It's been too long," Cathy moaned as she ground down around the base of his cock.

"Oh God, Cathy. You feel so good," Mike moaned.

"As good as Sara? You don't have to answer that," she said giggling, her head by his ear. "I just want a good fuck," as she began fucking herself on Mike's cock.

And that's what she gave herself.

When he got home he slipped into his bedroom only to find Sara asleep in his bed. He undressed quickly and was about to go into the bath for a quick shower when she rolled over and saw him.

"Hi Daddy."

"Hi."

"How was the date?" she asked.

"Fine," he said. "I was about to take a shower."

"Why?" Sara asked. "Just come to bed." He hesitated. She patted the bed next to her.

Mike crawled in and rolled away. Sara snuggled up behind, her hand coming over to find his cock. It was sticky with cum.

"Oh, I see. Cathy did have a good time," she said.

"Sara," he said.

"Where did you take Cathy?"

"Center park," he said.

"You guys did it in the car?" she asked astonished.

"Sara," he tried again to stop her questioning.

"You could have come home," she said rubbing in the salt.

"And find you in my bed," he said.

"I would have moved over," she said.

Mike knew she was teasing him now. "Next time I will. Now I want to go to sleep."

"Tired you out, huh?" she asked.

He knew there was no answer to that. He switched out the light.

Sara snuggled back up to him. "I love you."

Mike smiled. "I love you too, sweetie. Good night."

"I'm glad you and Cathy had fun. You know I really think of her as almost a mom," she said.

"I know. Let's get some sleep."

The next night Sara and Samantha were studying together. Okay, really they were talking about school, boys, and what girls were doing what with whom. There was a pause, then Samantha said, "I think my mom and your dad did it."

Sara laughed. "Did what?"

"Sara! You know. Did IT."

"You mean fucked?" Sara asked.

Samantha blushed, "Yes."

"I know they did. When my dad came home I was sleeping in his bed, He took off his clothes and crawled into bed. So, I rolled over and reached for his cock and it was all sticky with cum," she said.

Samantha's face had developed a more and more disbelieving look as Sara told her story. "Gross. You felt his thing after they did it?"

Sara was beginning to realize how much she had changed since she had started having sex. She was looking at things like a woman, not like an ignorant little girl. "Samantha, quit calling it a thing and quit saying, did it. They fucked and it's a cock. Jeez. You'd think we were in eighth grade."

Samantha's mouth opened but nothing came out. She could tell her friend was serious and combined with basically the same admonition she had received from her mom, Samantha found herself having to reconsider just what she thought. It would take a few days, but the process had started.

"It's just hard to imagine Mom having sex. I don't know why... I guess, I just don't think of her like that," Samantha said.

"Yeah, I mean, I would never thought about my dad and sex until, well, it just sort of happened."

"You really didn't mean to do it?" Samantha asked.

"No, I was totally surprised," Sara said.

"And you don't think your dad, well, wanted to do it with you?"

"God, Samantha, if you saw his face when he came back you'd know. I was scared. He looked so... I don't, disgusted with himself. I know he didn't think it was me. He really thought it was mom," Sara said.

There was a moment of silence as they both thought. "So, would you do it with your brother?" Sara asked.

"Now you're saying do it," Samantha accused.

"Just so you don't freak," Sara teased her.

"Fine." Then she paused as she really thought about what Sara had asked. It was a part of the inner dialogue that had started minutes before. "I don't know. I might," she said.

"Would you do it with my dad?" Sara asked.

"Sara! You and Mom are both already..." she ran out of words as she looked at her best friend asking her if she would fuck her father. "He wouldn't. Would he?"

"You're pretty hot. I think he would if you handled it right," she said.

Samantha's eyes gazed off into some distant thought. Sara let her be for the moment.

The moment was broken by Cathy coming into the study. "What are you guys doing?"

"I was just asking Samantha if she would like to fuck my dad." Sara said.

Cathy was taken aback, expecting some non-committal teenager answer to her question like, 'Nuthin.' She saw Samantha blush so it probably was what they were talking about. "Oh," Cathy said as she perched on the sofa.

"Samantha, do you want to have sex with Mike?" Cathy asked.

Samantha blushed a deep red. "I don't know. I mean, it just seems weird that I'd have sex with Sara's dad while you both are having sex with him."

"If neither of us were having sex with him, would you then?" Cathy asked.

Samantha thought about that for a few moments. "I suppose..."

"Okay, you want to have sex with Mike but you don't know about how it would all work," Cathy summarized.

"It sounds weird when you put it that way, Mom. But I suppose that's true," Samantha said. "I mean, when Sara talks about how good it feels and I've never done it." She turned to Sara, "Don't say anything." She turned back to Cathy, "Never had sex." Sara giggled as Samantha continued, "I do want to find out what it's like. Is Mike a good lover? I mean, Sara only has one experience and I was just wondering if Mike..." Samantha stumbled and looked at Sara realizing it might look like she was running down Sara's dad.

Sara turned to Cathy, "He sure seems great to me. But Samantha's right. Is Dad good?"

Samantha breathed a sigh of relief that Sara hadn't taken offense.

Cathy took a deep breath. "Listen girls. I'm not exactly the town slut. I've had a few different lovers, don't ask how many because I'll lie." They all giggled. "But in my limited experience, Mike is great. If you wanted a good lover for your first experience, I think Mike would probably be as good as you could get."

"But how would I..." Samantha blushed as she looked at her mother.

"If you are asking me how to seduce a man, that is the easy part. They did a study where an attractive woman randomly asked men if they wanted to date her. Fifty percent said yes. When she randomly asked men if they wanted to take her back to her apartment and have sex, seventy-five percent said yes and the rest asked for a rain check since their girlfriend or wife was waiting for them. As long as the guy isn't worried about 'getting caught' you can seduce him," Cathy said.

"No way," Sara and Samantha both said.

Cathy nodded, "Way. So the question is, do you want to seduce Mike?"

Samantha looked at Sara. "Do it," Sara said laughing.

"I can't believe you are telling me to seduce your own dad," Samantha said.

Sara laughed, "Why not? He'll like it and I know you'll like it."

Samantha looked at Cathy. Cathy told her, "It's up to you. You are old enough to make up your own mind. You just have to have the responsibility to take the bad with the good." Cathy looked at her daughter and waited.

"I think I'd like to," Samantha said.

Sara threw her arms around her friend, "That's cool." She pulled back, "Operation get Samantha laid starts today." The girls laughed while Cathy shook her head, a smile on her face.

Part III

It was Friday night and Mike was horny. It had been years since he had felt this way. The long period when he was in mourning he hadn't felt horny. Occasionally the physical pressures built up and he masturbated, but he hadn't felt this antsy jumpy frame of mind, this needing-to-get-laid-horny since he was a teenager. It was distinctly uncomfortable.

To have his sex drive turned on and encouraged by Sara and Cathy energized his libido. Then on Tuesday, Sara had gone back to sleeping in her own bed. It was a school night and Mike didn't feel it right to pester his own daughter for sex. The pressure was building up. He had hoped that Friday night Sara would want to have sex again. But she had gone out early.

His whole body felt charged up. He was trying to watch the TV but his leg would start jumping, or he'd have to get up and pace around the room. He felt silly but unable to stop it.

The bell rang. When he opened the door it was Samantha. "Hi. Sara went out."

"Can I come in?" Samantha asked.

"Oh, sure," Mike said opening the door. Mike appraised the girl as she walked by. 'She looks good enough to eat, ' he said to himself. She was wearing a tight top that followed every curve and highlighted her breasts. Her skirt barely covered her ass and exposed her long legs that his eyes followed all the way to the high heels and back up. She had the same dark hair and pale skin as her mother as he compared the two women.

Samantha watched Mike's eyes, pleased that he was so obviously ogling her. Her mom had been right about the outfit. Cathy and Sara had helped her choose it. They had helped her apply just the right amount of makeup to make her look innocent and sexy at the same time.

"What can I do for you, Samantha?" Mike asked.

"Can we talk, Mike?" she asked.

"Oh sure. Um, maybe in the den," he said leading her. She followed him. He sat on the couch and Samantha sat next to him, her thigh brushing against his. Mike felt the electricity of the touch and was a bit uncomfortable as it pressed his currently overactive need-sex button.

Samantha put her hand on his thigh. "It's kind of personal," she said.

Mike had to exert control over himself in his state. His eyes were drawn to the tight top outlining her breasts. Her nipples stood out, the thin material doing nothing to disguise them. Her skirt had ridden up so high on her thighs, he wondered how come he wasn't seeing panties. Already driven by excess hormones, the surge of a new batch into his bloodstream did nothing to help him gain control over himself. In just those few seconds he was ready to well, do anything.

"Um, okay. What kind of personal?" he asked.

Her hand slid further up his thigh as she leaned into him, her face just inches from his. His cock throbbed and finished filling with blood draining it from his big head. He wanted her hand to move just a little higher. "It's about sex," she said.

Mike felt like either his head or his cock was going to explode, but something had to give. "Maybe," his voice broke as he started the sentence. He had to clear his throat and start again. "Maybe you should talk to your mom about that."

"She can't help me with this," Samantha said. Her hand slid an inch higher. "You see, I'm a virgin."

In their planning, Cathy and Sara had to convince Samantha to start out with this. She had been adamant that she didn't want Mike to think she was some inexperienced little girl. Cathy had to persuade her that this would be her best device to guarantee Mike wouldn't, couldn't say no. And they were right.

"I need a man to make love to me, to make me a woman," Her lips were just inches from his. Her hand slid that last inch and bumped against his throbbing cock, then over it.

"Um, um, um," Mike stuttered, control of his voice gone.

Samantha leaned in those last few inches, her lips touching his. Her hand squeezed his cock as her lips pressed against his, then parted as her tongue danced in between his lips.

Mike felt her hand on his cock and nearly jumped. Then her tongue teased his. Without volition on his part, his tongue engaged hers. All of the lust that had been building up in him over the week burst out and consumed him. He threw himself against her, kissing her passionately.