I have an addiction. Espresso is my addiction. There is a favorite place I enjoy. The "One, Two, and Four Café." Can you figure out the meaning of it? No? Let me assist you. One Café, two women, always in lingerie and four breasts on display always. You wonder why I like this place? The espresso is the best I have ever tasted. Half-naked women do not influence me. Well, a little.
But before you start to think I am all pervy, the dark-haired one is my daughter, Lyn. The other young lady, Katie, is the daughter of a friend of mine, Sylvia. Lyn and Katie work together in the Café. Yes, it might be a little strange to see your daughter dressing for work in this manner. But I like to be there in case someone decides to be rude. The friend, Katie's mom. Well, that is complicated. And another addiction. I am Mark.
It happened this way.
Sylvia spent time at the Café as I did. The same reason. We watched over our daughters. Sylvia and I spent time together and became acquainted. So much so, that we helped at the Café when the girls needed it. We were good parents. Right? Those times we were not helping, we sat and talked. I learned about her husband and how he was more devoted to work and watching football than spending time with Sylvia. My marriage was not all roses either. Sex had become nonexistent. She just did not feel like it.
Then one day, Sylvia says out of nowhere.
"OMG I am horny."
I am not accustomed to hearing women speak this way. I looked at Sylvia with a combination of shock and question.
Sylvia spoke to me.
"What? You do not get horny and do something about it?"
Sylvia leaned back in her chair and cast a cautious look around. Then her right hand snaked into her pants. She masturbated right there in front of me. No one seemed to notice. I watched in fascination as she made herself cum right there at the table. Her face flushed and she was breathing heavily.
Sylvia spoke.
"Did you like that?"
Before I could answer, her one hand reached over to grab my crotch. Yes, I was hard.
Now I spoke.
"Come with me. We are going to the back room. You go first. The girls will not notice as they are too busy. I will follow a minute later."
Sylvia scurried away to the back room. I waited nervously. Thoughts ran through my head. What am I doing? What did I think was going to happen? What if someone caught us? What would the kids say? I found myself standing and going to the back room. My daughter glanced in my direction and smiled. She thought I was going to the restroom. Getting something? But she went back to waiting on customers. It was difficult to walk and hide an erection. I arrived in the backroom. It appeared empty. Sylvia whispered from behind a stack of boxes. Quickly, I moved to join her.
I turned the corner. Sylvia stood; blouse undone, pants removed, on the floor, and her bra barely containing her tits. I was about to speak when she dropped to her knees, unzipped my trousers, and pulled my cock out. Sylvia slurped my cock into her mouth and began to suck me hard. Her head bobbed up and down on me. She sucked noisily. Sylvia suddenly stopped, turned, and faced the wall. Her thumbs tucked either side of her panties and down they went. It was apparent they were wet and soaked.
Sylvia bent over, spread her legs, and spoke.
