Author's Note: For those of you who have enjoyed the series so far I extend my thanks and gratitude. Also, from the feedback I have received, I feel I should note that the first three chapters of this series were written a couple of years ago and that I am trying to leave them as intact as possible for now. However, where this series goes after that is still open to suggestions βso please continue to provide said suggestions.
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After retrieving as much of Mr. Hughes' cum from her lover's pussy, Jen nuzzled up to Julie's ear and murmured, "So how did you like having your father's cock buried in your tight little pussy?"
"It was incredible." Julie responded as her fingers lightly circled the areola of Jen's 28B breast. "But it wasn't as incredible as you"
Then, as she lovingly kissed her friend/lover, Julie sensed that there was something on her friends mind and pulled back and asked her what she was thinking about.
"Oh, I was just thinking that your mother looks pretty hot." Jen replied as a dreamy smile played across her face.
Feeling somewhat jealous, Julie stopped her caresses and defensively asked, "Why do you say that?"
As her grin increased in size, Jen teasingly ran a finger down Julie's side, delicately tracing the sensuous curves of breast and hip which never failed to arouse Julie as she devilishly replied, "Let's just say that your father wasn't the only one in the audience."
Startled, Julie breathlessly asked, "Mom saw us too?!" as her fingers once again stopped their lazy circling.
"Quite a bit." Jen confirmed as her tongue flicked at Julie's pebbly nipple. "And from the way she was furiously rubbing her clit, I would say that she rather enjoyed the show."
Then she slowly fingered Julie to another orgasm as she described for her friend the highly erotic show that Julie and her father had put on for her mother's and Jen's enjoyment. Sated, the two then lovingly caressed as they drifted from a blissful afterglow into an equally contented sleep.
The next morning, Jen and Julie were sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast as Mrs. Hughes came downstairs and sleepily fixed her a cup of coffee. And, as she sat down and glanced at them, they both could not help but notice the brief blush and spark of lust in her eyes before she mumbled something about a good morning and locked her gaze onto the steaming coffee in front of her.
She could not hide, however, the continuing evidence that the memory of last night was doing to her stiffened nipples and the way she suddenly squeezed her thighs together to try and quench the sudden desire she felt for the two beauties seated before her.
Of course, if Angela had been able to look at either of the girls without remembering the hot scene she had witnessed the night before, she would have seen that both of the girls were equally excited and were, if anything even more tormented as the echoes of sensations that the memory of last night provoked combined with the thought of Angela masturbating herself to orgasm after furious orgasm while watching them set up an erotic cycle that continued to increase until the two youths were practically squirming with so much pent up tension and excitement that each knew they would explode into multiple orgasms at the slightest touch.
Suddenly, unable to take the building tension any longer, Julie jumped up and, after placing her bowl in the sink, informed her mother, "Me and Jen are going to go down to the mall today if you don't mind."
Startled out of her reverie, Angela looked at her daughter for a moment in confusion before Julie's words fully registered and she quickly voiced her consent as she regained her composure only to come close to losing it again as her daughter gave her a hug that, surely accidentally, brushed Julie's nipples against her own through the rough fabric of her nightgown sending an intense shock straight to her moist pussy, sending her dangerously close to a spontaneous orgasm. Then, as she almost had her composure back, she automatically opened her arms to Jen's seemingly spontaneous hug that, certainly it must be her imagination, again caused her now oversensitive nipples to send another jolt of stimulation to her pussy as she felt Jen's nipples brush her own causing an involuntary moan to escape her lips. And, had she been able to penetrate the overload of sensations as her body trembled so close to orgasm that a stray breeze would have set her off, she would have heard the stifled giggles of the devilish teens as they rushed back upstairs to dress.
Just as Angela was finally able to bring her body back away from the brink and under control, the girls came back into the kitchen in outfits that even a whore would be shocked over as each outfit had been carefully chosen to accentuate the contours and assets of each of the girls to the point where anyone looking at them would have to admit that they were, as Angela had heard her husband say, 'hot to trot'. As she gazed in barely restrained lust at each of the girls' outfits she opened her mouth to dutifully protest.