Chapter 56: The looks 003

Wednesday had been a sunny day, so I had converted the gnome into a garden feature. On the screen, inches in front of my drooling spouse, our daughter came out and lay down on a lounger, clad only in a barely there bikini. That made my shaft fatten again as we watched. The next bit was the key though. In the video, my wife appeared, dressed in a two piece suit a bit less revealing than our daughter’s suit, but the sizable tits still strained the fabric, and those mature hips filled out the bottoms nicely. The camera caught the look on our daughter’s face perfectly as she swiveled to discretely watch her Mom settle in the sun.

“I bet she would have loved to put lotion all over you,” I suggested as the camera showed our daughter massaging a tit with one hand while caressing her own quim with the other.

“I…I wish she had offered… I would have take off the top, had her make sure my nipples did not get a burn.”

“And the bottoms?”

“Yes, those too… oh Daddy, fuck me harder, fuck my ass like you want to fuck our girl.”

“Two more days to watch,” I replied, but I did start thrusting harder, and noticed that her muscles were clenching around my shaft.

“But I already believe you—you win—she really does watch her Mommy.”

“And now you need to watch her.”

Thursday I had moved the teddy bear into our girl’s bedroom. First, in the edit, I had included the footage from the gnome, returned to the kitchen. It seemed innocent, my wife baking cookies, until you saw our daughter enter the room just when her mother brushed loose flour off a breast barely contained in a low-cut blouse. Standing behind the baking surface, my wife had not seen her daughter stick one hand inside her track pants, fingering away while watching her mother moving. Then the video cut to the other camera, where our girl had run upstairs to change. She stripped naked. We both gasped at the beauty of her nudity. Though the nanny cam provided no sound, it was easy to see her lips form the word “Mom” as she lay on her bed bringing herself off.

My wife came as she watched her daughter say the word. Her muscles tightened even more around my cock in her ass.

“Still one more bit,” I reminded her.

“Finger my cunt, please,” she begged, and I complied, noticing that she was wetter than she had been in years.

“Friday…” I narrated as the video cut to a new scene. “She went out as you may recall…”

With no one home, my wife had put on a soft core movie and we had snuggled on the couch, much like on Tuesday, but this time, we soon shed enough clothing that her nipples were in my fingers and my cock was between her thighs. This was recorded on the teddycam I had returned to the family room. The gnome in the kitchen captured the sight of our daughter silently entering the house, and surreptitiously peeking at our lovemaking. Soon, her teen outfit was as shifted as her mother’s, and I had cut the video to document their simultaneous orgasms, closing with our daughter silently once again mouthing the word “Mom”, removing any doubt what really turned her on.

Our Saturday afternoon orgasms also synchronized with the camera footage, as I pumped great gobs of goo up my wife’s poop chute while her cunt drenched my fist with fluids.

“You…you’re right…” my wife gasped as she sucked air back into her lungs. “She really does get off watching me. I wish that she was here right now so that she could see what we just did.”

“Guess what, guys, practice finished early,” our daughter spoke from behind us, “so I’ve been enjoying the show.”

I swiveled my head, my cock flopping free from my wife’s anus. Our daughter had been dressed in gym clothes, but the pants were puddled on the floor, and the shirt was around her neck. Her thong was drenched, her bra was pushed above her tits, her nipples stood out like twin thumbs. Her fingers were deep in her shaved teen cunt.

“Yes, I can see you loved it, so I guess the question is whether you care to join in.”

“Well, since I see that I’m already a video star…” Then she stopped talking because she had dropped to her knees at my feet and licked my cock clean. She did not spend long on that task though, because she swiftly swiveled to position her head in a perfect position to capture the flow of spunk starting to seep out of her mom’s backside.

“Mother, may I?” she asked in a girlish tone, just like when she was a preteen seeking permission.

“Yes, please, my dear,” my wife replied. Her baby girl wasted no time licking her mother’s thighs clean, slowly working upward, circling around that gaping rosebud, the source of the cream, still red from my fucking.

As my daughter teased her Mom’s anus with the tip of her nineteen year old tongue, I noticed that she was wriggling her ass and thrusting it up in the air. The ruined thong was tugged aside, revealing that my little girl’s asshole was winking at me.

After just a few seconds watching this show, my aching ancient cock was surging back to readiness, and it knew where it wanted to enter.

I stepped up right behind my baby as she started fucking her Mom’s anus with her tongue, using two fingers to stretch the opening wide so that more of my spunk coated her lips, and was starting to flow down her chin.

“Mother, may I?” I said in my best imitation of our daughter’s falsetto.

My wife turned to look back over her shoulder, seeing my hands lightly grasping her daughter’s youthful hips.

“The little vixen needs a good ass fucking, daddy,” my wife laughed, before moaning and grunting, thrashing into another chain of orgasms.

I flexed my knees and directed my hard spear low, allowing it to slide along my daughter’s wet gash, bumping her swollen clit just a bit. After a couple of strokes, still without truly fucking my baby’s cunt, I was well lubricated, I leaned back, straightened up, and thrust my hardness deep up inside my daughter’s ass, without further tenderness. She grunted once, reminding me of her mother’s sexual sounds, but never missed a beat in licking out the fluids leaking from deep in my wife’s bowels.

“Don’t forget Mommy’s clit, darling, it needs loving too, even if it doesn’t yet have Daddy’s spunk for your tasting,” my wife moaned.

I saw my daughter eagerly slide a couple of fingers along her mother’s slit. And then, though I could not see, I guessed that she was twirling her mother’s pearl expertly. Certainly my wife’s ecstatic screaming gave proof that our daughter was not just a gifted newcomer to the art of pleasing a woman.