Chapter 55: The look 002
“Will you teach her that?” I blurted out.
“Teach her what?”
“How I like my sack tickled while my cock is stroked.”
My wife belly laughed, low and dirty.
“Oh we had THAT chat long ago.”
“What!?”
“When she started dating, I decided that she should know how to please her dates, so I gave her a few pointers. Naturally, she guessed that some of the special tricks I knew worked because of how you enjoy them.”
“And did this involve hands on learning?”
“Noooo—like I said, you still haven’t convinced me that our little girl feels that way about her Mommy. But I bet she feels that way about her Daddy—or at least would love to try out some of these techniques on you. She keeps complaining that her dates all seem to have hair triggers, and once they climax they never seem to want to please her. I told her how you always make my needs top priority.”
“Well, you DO like to be on top.”
“True—I wonder what position she prefers. Do you imagine her in missionary position, or doggy style? Reverse cowgirl? Or down on her knees at your feet, sucking Daddy’s fat cock?”
Before I could respond, my wife slid off my lap, unzipped my pants and fished my aching cock out the gap.
“Oh, Daddy, it’s so much bigger than the guys I date, I don’t know if I can swallow it all.”
“Just start by licking the head, then all around the shaft and don’t forget my balls. When you get back to the tip, relax your thought and ease your mouth down over the helmet. See how much you can take, and then pull back, and the next time, go about an inch deeper, until you find that you can take it all.”
My wife knew this trick, having been told the same thing twenty plus years before. She followed along as I spoke.
“Baby, I’m going to come,” I warned.
“That’s okay Daddy—I taught our daughter that good girls always swallow,” my wife laughed as she caught her breath,.
That was all it took. Before she could lower her mouth to catch my seed, my balls spasmed, the sperm flooding up the shaft and spurting out the tip, catching her in the nose, coating her face, her mouth and her chin. She never released her grasp on my pulsing prick, and rose effortlessly from the floor to my lap.
“I need your cock to fuck me now, Daddy. It’s okay if you want to imagine fucking her tight little cunt.”
My wife’s twat was not teenager tight, but still fit my cock like a glove, courtesy of the years of exercise since giving birth. As she bounced in my lap, it was easy to close my eyes and pretend that I was fucking our daughter.
As we fucked, I licked the dribbles of sperm off her chin, and cleaned where some had dropped to her chest, flowing along the slope of her tits.
“Ohhh, Daddy, I love your tongue, so much more experienced than those guys I date. I can hardly wait for you to eat my sweet young pussy.”
I pictured my wife sitting on her daughter’s mouth as I licked my cream from the gash I had filled. That made me throb fatter and harder even having just climaxed.
“Fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard,” my wife screamed, throwing her head back and twisting around my shaft.
I felt her cunt turn to liquid around my cock as she let out a familiar little growl. I took the hint and began to really pump my hips up from my chair, meeting her downward thrusting. Her fluids flooded my thighs as she orgasmed, her muscles milking my cock. My balls tightened again and I deposited a load into her quim as she still was shaking with aftershocks.
“Too bad she’s not here to lick that out of you,” I said as we collapsed in the chair, floating in our afterglow.
“Still don’t think she really looks at me the way you say…”
“Give me a bit of time, I’ll prove it.”
The next day I ordered two nanny cams–one disguised as a teddy bear, the other set in a small statue of a gnome designed to nestle in the shadows of a bookshelf. They arrived by overnight express.
With my wife consenting to my ogling our daughter, I had a fun week, being just discrete enough not to be obvious. Once, when our girl was bent low to get a snack out of the fridge, she turned suddenly, and grinned and blew me a kiss upon seeing that my gaze was locked on her sweet young ass, her skirt having ridden up to reveal that she was wearing a scanty thong that nested totally in the space between two perfect buttocks. Her eyes in turn lingered on my instant bulge before she spun out of the room and pranced up the stairs giggling.
Saturday morning I got up early and retrieved the two cameras. The teddy bear I had planted in the family room. The gnome had sat unremarked against a cookbook on a kitchen shelf. My wife had no idea what I had done, and we had not compared notes but as I watched the recordings, I noticed that she had dressed a bit more proactively, and had given her girl more than the usual opportunities to notice that her mother’s mature figure was still a wonder to behold. There was no problem finding shots that proved my theory that our girl looked lustily at her Mom. I jerked off as I edited a nice montage of footage.
After lunch, only my wife and I were home—our girl had gone to volleyball practice, which took hours.
“I have the evidence.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I told you that I would prove how our daughter looks at you… well, I can.”
“How?” Her voice was already an octave deeper.
I explained about the cameras, watching my wife’s nipples press through her Saturday housework t-shirt as I spoke. She did not say a word as I led her to my den, and pressed play on my laptop.
“I bet you really got off watching this,” she finally said, but I noticed that her fingers were caressing her lower belly.
“Don’t worry, watching it never gets old for me.”
I eased her shirt up, and her shorts down. Her eyes never left the video as I bent her forward and fingered her sodden twat, dragging moisture back to her asshole. She loved ass fucking, and her rosebud expanded invitingly as I teased it with two fingers and then thrust my thumb in to open the passage. She grunted as I impaled her with my hard cock, but still never stopped watching the screen, where she was cooking dinner wearing only a sheer kimono, our daughter seated at the breakfast counter, eyes feasting on her mother’s thighs and ass as the silk shift. When my wife turned to speak to our daughter, her tits flashed, and our girl almost choked on her juice.
“That was only Monday,” I observed, “now known as Mom day.”
The next section featured a scene in the family room. My wife and I were snuggled on a couch, our daughter off in a chair, all watching a movie together. In the video, my fingers danced across my wife’s flesh as she writhed against my hard cock, but the focal point was over in the chair, where our little girl was trying to discretely finger her teen twat. Suddenly, she dashed out of camera range.
“Tuesday,” I commented, “she ran off to the bathroom. Later I found a very wet pair of thong panties. I figure she jilled off.”
“Sure, but that was because of you, not me… she must have been thinking about you touching her instead of me, or your bulge pressing against her ass, not mine.”
“Just watch,” I replied, my fingers tugging her nipples away from her dangling tits, making her bite her lip. I knew that she loved pain, and found myself wondering if she had schooled our daughter in that pleasure too. This made my cock throb harder, deep in my wife’s bowels. I felt my balls tighten, glad that I had already blown a load earlier, because I wanted to last until after the next bit of video.