Alison was the perfect partner. She instinctively knew what she should do to please me. A quick blowjob in a car park, the sexiest of underwear on a night out, a willing and gaping anus for a quiet night in, sex was perfect: and she had the looks, boy did she have the looks, tall, lithe, long red hair, perfectly sized breasts, perfect in every way. She was a joy to fuck with. In the four years we had been together she had dedicated her time to extracting my cum in the most pleasurable way possible.
Family life was fun too. Just me, Alison and her daughter Gemma.
I awoke this morning with the sensation of a warm mouth engulfing my rapidly hardening cock. It wasn't massive or the width of a bowling pin, just the right size to pleasure my lover, which is exactly what I was decided to do when heard the door to our bedroom open.
Looking up there stood Gemma, totally naked and freshly 18. She wasn't the spitting image of her mother but nevertheless many, many men would be prepared to die just to get into her bed for a night.
Alison looked up from my cock, smiled at me, kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "enjoy!" into my ear. Before I had a moment to think, she was up from the bed and heading out of the door. Gemma meanwhile was slipping under the sheets next to me.
"What are you doing Gemma?" I asked with a slightly uncertain tone in my voice.
"You know it's my birthday and Mummy promised me anything that I wanted and I wanted you" she coyly replied.
"Exactly what do you want me to do?" was all I could think of to say.
"I want you to fuck me and make me scream like Mummy does"
