Alternative Blowjobs Ch 12

Big thanks to ResJack & LAHomeDog for helping me with this chapter!

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Jenna's 'idea' wasn't anything major, she just wanted to make it clear to her mother that she loved giving blowjobs. It was an effort to help normalize sex in our house and perhaps plant a seed that Jenna could be of service down the line. This was clearly something Jenna was excited for, but I did my best to tamper expectations and make sure she didn't push so far that we ruined what we already had.

It didn't seem related, but Barbara's sex drive was not coming back. She was constantly too tired or found some other excuse. She was a dutiful wife, and would take care of me once or twice a week, but she was never truly in the mood.

She especially didn't seem to have any desire tonight, but she was long overdue and knew I had needs. It was the perfect night for us to use the machine, and she reluctantly agreed.

She took off her clothes and strapped me in, burying me in her breasts and saying all the right things. Even without much enthusiasm, my disenchanted wife and the powerful machine got the job done, and after about ten minutes I was filling it up with a hefty load.

I barely even had time to come down from my high when Barbara pulled me out of my post orgasmic stupor.

"I want you to come to therapy with me," she stated.

My mind immediately started racing. I was exhausted from the powerful climax, not to mention the three earlier orgasms I had deposited into her daughter's mouth.

"Really?"

My beautiful, naked wife laid upon me. Her large breasts pressed against my chest as she rested her head on my shoulder and gave a gentle nod.

She clearly hadn't been herself tonight, it was selfless enough of her to make sure I was still taken care of, though I could tell she was struggling with something. Almost like she needed to get something off her chest, but for some reason couldn't.

I nodded back to her as I wrapped my arm around her slender body and held her tight. I was still trying to catch my breath, but Barbara looked sad all of a sudden. "Is there something on your mind?"

She rested her head deeper into me, squeezing me tight. "Constantly."

I bent down to kiss the top of her head. "Okay, my love. Anything you need."

"Thank you." She whispered. "It's tomorrow at three."

I nodded. "No problem."

I knew exactly when Barbara's therapy was. Over the past few weeks it has become my favorite time of the week. It was at least an hour long block where Jenna and I knew she wouldn't be home, and we'd commemorate with a long, sensual blowjob.

Jenna would edge me for the entire time, she was infatuated with bringing my cock to the brink as many times as she could, but refusing to let me cum until we knew her mother was on her way home.

Not that there was anything unique about getting a blowjob from my sexy stepdaughter. For the past month or so I'd been getting them on-demand, and had taken full advantage of Jenna's talented and insatiable mouth..

After a long, orgasm filled day like today, usually I would pass right out. Especially after Barbara used the machine on me. Tonight though, I could hardly sleep. Why did she want me to go to therapy? Was she on to us?

For the first time in a while, I didn't even have morning wood when I woke up. I slept in, saw Barbara was already up and out running her usual weekend errands. I made myself a coffee and collapsed on the couch, debating whether I should go wake Jenna for our usual morning blowjob, but feeling a little guilty again as thoughts raced through my mind about Barbara's therapy.

"Morning." Jenna's cheery voice caught me by surprise.

There she was, standing in the doorway in a thin white t-shirt. Clearly braless, I could make out the entire shape of her perky young breasts and two hard nipples, and as she reached her hands over her head for a big stretch, her shirt rose just enough to give me a full view of her matching white panties.

"Good morning."

Jenna smiled as she saw me ogle her.

"Mom still gone?"

I nodded.

Her smile turned wicked. She had that look in her eye, like I was suddenly her prey and she was ready to pounce.

"Why didn't you wake me?" She sauntered over.

Jenna leaned in, putting a hand gently on my chest as she closed her eyes and puckered her lips for a soft kiss. I closed my eyes as well, gently pecking my beautiful stepdaughter as my cock twitched in my shorts. I couldn't resist her.

"Would you like a blowjob with your coffee, daddy?"

I hesitated. "Not today, sweetie."

Jenna looked shocked. She had assumed I'd say yes and had already grabbed the bottom of her shirt, preparing to remove it before she started.

"No?"

I shook my head. "Sorry, baby. I have a lot on my mind."

Jenna pouted. "A blowjob could help with that. I'd make it really good."

I paused. Jenna was beautiful, and the sadness and disappointment in her voice seemed so real.

"Please, daddy." She whined. "Pretty please, just for a little?"

I sighed. "Okay, sweetheart. If you insist."

Jenna's face lit up. All of the disappointment disappeared as she pulled her shirt over her head and bounced excitedly over to me and landed on her knees right in front of my lap. "Thank you, daddy! I promise it'll be the best blowjob ever!"

I couldn't help, but smile. I loved making Jenna happy. Almost as much as she liked doing the same for me. She leaned forward, planting a kiss on the bulge in my shorts. I lifted my hips so she could pull them down, causing my mostly soft cock to flop out freely.

"And good morning to you." She whispered to my cock before leaning down to gently kiss the head. "You had a big day yesterday." Her hand found my balls, lightly massaging as I slowly pulsed to hardness. "I heard the machine last night." Jenna turned to smirk up at me. "Sounded like a big one."

I nodded. Jenna was well aware of my activities with her mother. She was usually happy to hear them.

"Obviously I was touching myself while I listened." She gave a few gentle tugs to my cock with her other hand. "We came at the same time." She winked.

I let out an involuntary moan as I watched the insatiable young beauty lean in to take me in her mouth. For a brief moment, everything was perfect. All my problems disappeared, I was just a man getting his dick sucked, and everything felt right in the world.

There was something extremely calming about just sitting back and relaxing while a beautiful girl serviced your cock. Jenna was a pro, starting slowly, but not taking too long until she was bobbing her head up and down my shaft.

"Good girl." I told her between moans. "Don't forget to deepthroat."

When she had first started sucking my cock, Jenna couldn't take my entire length. Now that she's been able to practice a couple times a day, she had built up enough of a tolerance that her gag reflex was becoming nonexistent.

As soon as I reminded her, she took a moment to compose herself and slid her lips all the way down my shaft. There was a brief moment where it seemed she might choke, but she was able to fight through it, and in no time she had her lips planted at the base of my cock, her throat opened as my cock pulsed inside of it, and held tight.

"Ohhh yeah." I moaned, bringing my hand to help hold her head in place as my cock throbbed in her throat. "Oh yeah that's good."

She held me for almost a minute before she finally let out a light gag and had to withdraw, pulling herself off my cock and taking a deep breath as she slid her hand back to stroke.

Jenna smiled as she caught her breath. "That might be... a new record."

She let go of my balls, bringing that hand to hold tightly at the base of my cock while the other focused on working around the head. I was drenched in her spit as she twisted her hand back and around.

"Mmmmmmm!" I moaned more loudly. Jenna was hitting all my most sensitive spots.

"Are you excited for Mom's therapy today?" Jenna spoke casually as she watched her hands working my cock. "I can't wait to edge you."

My cock pulsed at the thought, causing Jenna to work a little faster.

"Not today." I exhaled.

Jenna looked back at me, still stroking, but her face filled with a mix of disappointment and surprise. "Why not?"

I took a deep breath. This wasn't exactly what I wanted to talk about while my stepdaughter serviced my cock.

"I'm going with your mother today."

Jenna pouted, but never stopped stroking. "Everything okay?"

I nodded. "Everything's fine."

Jenna didn't buy it. She could tell I was at least a little concerned. "I thought you two were doing better... I heard the machine last night."

"We are." I nodded. "But maybe things can be a little better." I smiled in an attempt to comfort my stepdaughter.

Jenna forced a smile back at me. "I'm sure it will be." She did her best to comfort me as she continued stroking. "I can tell you're a little nervous, but don't be." Her smile looked more sincere. "Just sit back and relax."

With that, Jenna leaned forward to take me back in her mouth. She gently sucked my tip, running her tongue smoothly along the underside of my cock as she gave it several quick slurps.

"Mmmmmm." I moaned.

Jenna continued massaging my balls and began stroking my shaft while her mouth worked my tip, literally servicing every inch of me.

"Good girl." I cooed. "You want daddy to cum don't you?"

"Mmmm! Mmhmmmm!"

Jenna's eyes were closed. She was completely lost in pleasuring my cock.

"Yeah you do." I repeated her sentiment. "Keep going, baby."

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Jenna hummed. A trait she shared with her mother. Both liked to hum while they sucked cock, though I suppose I was the only person who knew about the shared quirk.

"Oh yeah!" I grunted. "Almost there, baby. Little faster."

Jenna switched it up. She bobbed her head up and down my tip, dragging her lips against my glans. Then changed her grip to just two fingers; her index and thumb in a circle around my cock, which was flying up and down my shaft.

"Ohhh!" My body strained. "Oh yeah!!"

Jenna gradually increased her speed, she had me right on the brink, and then threw me right over by pushing her tongue right into my frenulum.

"Aaaaaahhh!" I screamed out as the added sensation brought me to an immediate climax. "Ohhhhh fuck!"

My hips jutted upward as I began unloading powerful shots of cum hard into my stepdaughter's mouth.

As soon as she felt the first blast ricocheting against the back of her mouth, Jenna surprised me by removing her hand from my shaft and slamming her head down, deepthroating me as I came furiously down her throat.

I screamed out in pleasure, bringing my hand to the back of Jenna's head and holding her down as she swallowed my entire length. Jenna continued massaging my balls, like she was helping encourage them to release every bit of cum they had.

Eventually, Jenna let out a slight gag and had to pull up. It was only a couple of inches and she slid her hand back to the uncovered area, lightly stroking it with her two fingers as I continued filling her mouth and making sure every bit of me was being properly serviced.

"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmm!"

"Good girl." I panted. "Good girl... Show me your reward."

Jenna slowly slurped her way up my cock, sucking up any bit of cum before turning her face to me and opening her mouth to show me her prize.

It wasn't much, since I shot most of it straight into her stomach, but I gave her an affirming nod. "Good job, baby. Now drink it all like a good girl."

Jenna did as she was told, and with a big gulp it was all gone. She opened her mouth again to prove it.

"Mmmm!" I moaned, still coming down from my orgasmic high. "That was a big one."

Jenna moved up my body, resting her head on my chest and wrapping me in her arms. "There was more than that." She told me. "I had to swallow as I went."

I brought my hand to stroke her hair as I did my best to catch my breath. "Good job, baby. That was incredible."

I could feel Jenna smiling as she nuzzled harder against me. "I love you, daddy."

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Barbara returned a few minutes after Jenna drank my cum for breakfast. There were still a few hours until therapy, so for some last minute extra credit I made sure to fill them with chores around the house and got a surprising amount done before having to get ready to go.

This wasn't the first time I'd done therapy with Barbara, but it had been years, and was never good news. I'd hoped this might be better, but there was always some fear that she might know about me and her daughter.

Barbara's therapist was Dr. Sue; they connected well because they were about the same age, and I remember finding it somewhat comical that they looked similar - dark hair, curvaceous body.

I always got the feeling that Dr. Sue had a bit of a wild side to her as well, which helped a lot when it came to me and Barbara's sex life. She had always been a calming presence and helped encourage Barbara's open mind, which worked out great for me throughout our marriage. At least, up until the past couple months.

Like I said, it had been years since I'd seen Dr. Sue. She was definitely bigger, she now wore glasses and hadn't aged as gracefully as my wife, though I definitely noticed her massive chest and had to do my best not to stare.

"It's been awhile." She greeted me with a handshake and a smile. "Please have a seat."

"It's good to see you again." I replied as I sat next to Barbara on the couch across from Dr. Sue's chair.

"Shall we begin." Dr. Sue took her seat. "I've actually been wanting you to join us for a while, but Barbara had some reservations."

I looked over to my wife, who gave me an awkward smile as Dr. Sue continued.

"I'd like to start by saying that I'm going to be speaking on behalf of Barbara for a lot of this session. We have not taken this topic lightly and have spent weeks making sure I fully understand her feelings. She just feels she might have some issues properly communicating, especially since you two had been fighting quite a bit when this all started."

I nodded. "Okay."

"Am I good to begin then, Barbara?"

My wife nodded as well.

"Good." Dr. Sue opened up her notebook. "Now remember, I am a licensed sex therapist and I am 100% up to speed on the recent changes to your sex life. Has Barbara told you that the blowjob machine was my suggestion?"

I shook my head. "No." Barbara gave me another awkward smile as our hands found each other. "But thanks a lot." I smirked as I looked back toward the doctor.

"You're welcome." Sue smiled back. "I'm glad you like it... both of you."

I could see Barbara nodding out of the corner of my eye.

"So this brings us to what we're all here to discuss." Dr. Sue leaned forward to look me in the eye. "When Barbara came to her session a few months ago, she was in tears. It was after a night of some particularly rough sex, and she felt..." Dr. Sue looked down at her notes. "... 'used and taken advantage of.'"

I looked over at my wife. I was shocked. I couldn't even recall a specific instance.

"It took us some time." Dr. Sue continued. "But we realized that something from that night had brought up a lot of repressed scarring from her first husband."

I squeezed my wife's hand as her therapist talked us through it, doing my best to make her feel loved.

"And what we really discovered, is that the way she views sex has changed quite a bit since the start of your relationship."

Barbara's gaze stayed forward, looking like she was on the verge of tears.

"Now." She continued. "Barbara was very concerned from the beginning about your needs. We know that sex has always been a big part of your lives together, and honestly the fact that you did it for as long and as often as you had is really quite impressive."

I nodded.

"With your extreme sexual appetite, Barbara was deeply concerned that if she didn't put out, you'd lose interest in her. There was a lot of worry about your age difference, and that you needed sex to stay interested in her."

I held my wife's hand tighter. "That's not true..."

Dr. Sue continued. "That's part of what the blowjob machine was for. Something to put less stress on Barbara."

"Does it?" I asked my wife.

"It does." Barbara spoke, barely louder than a whisper.

"It also revealed a new dynamic." Dr. Sue elaborated. "Barbara used to be attracted to powerful men who wanted to take charge, but she realized she needed the power exchange. Barbara needs to be in control. She actually gets off on your weakness. To quote again, 'watching you squirm while the machine milks your cock' turns her on more than any 'traditionally masculine' activity you could do. Including taking charge in the bedroom."

I nodded. It was a lot to digest, but Dr. Sue did a good job of laying it out for me.

"Now." Dr. Sue interjected. "During our little experiment, some things changed."

I took a deep breath, awaiting more.

"Barbara has mentioned to me that you've been very patient with her. In addition to picking up chores, getting things done around the house, and even being more of a father figure to Jenna."

"He's been incredible." Barbara smiled and squeezed my hand.

"And Barbara, do you want to tell him what you told me before?"

Barbara turned to me. "You've been amazing." She told me. Her beautiful brown eyes staring deep into mine. "It's been a difficult time, but you've reminded me how much I love you and how I should treat you."

I smiled at my wife, so grateful to hear she appreciated me.

"And?" Dr. Sue pushed her to continue.

"And... Well... I know it's not sexy or spontaneous. Nor is it exactly what you want, but I was thinking a schedule could help us."

I nodded cautiously. "How do you mean?"

"If I may." Dr. Sue interjected again. "You and Barbara used to be intimate on a daily basis, correct?"

"Correct."

"And is that still how often you feel you need release."

I nodded.

"And Barbara, you've seen your sexual appetite has returned with the use of the machine correct?"

She nodded. "A little."

"And that you generally feel most aroused after it makes your husband finish?"

"Yes."

"So here's what I suggest. I believe the two of you should consider 'appointment sex,' and do your best to use the machine everyday, preferably at the same time."

I nodded. Sounded good so far.

"Now Barbara mentioned that you typically use it right before bed, and that it tends to knock you out."

I nodded. "It's very powerful."

Dr. Sue nodded in agreement. I got the idea that she had some experience.

"I also suggest that you need to use it earlier in the day. Based on your schedules, I'd say immediately after Barbara gets home for work."

Barbara and I both nodded.

"That way, you'll have time to recover before bed, and if the mood strikes Barbara, you can then have sex without the machine."

It sounded perfect.

Dr. Sue scribbled something on her pad. "Barbara, does that work for you?"

She was hesitant, but gave a slight nod. "Sure."

Dr. Sue turned her attention towards me. "And I can tell by the look on your face that works for you."

Barbara and I chuckled.

"So let's start there, and then in a week we can always reassess."

Barbara and I both nodded again.

"Well I'd say this has been very successful." Dr. Sue commended our progress. "Barbara, is there anything else you'd like to cover?"

"I'm good." Barbara turned to look me in the eyes. "We can end early today."

"Oh." Dr. Sue wasn't expecting that. "Well alright then... I suppose I'll see you next week."

Barbara and I both gave hurried goodbyes before she was literally pulling me out of the office and all the way to the parking lot. We were all over each other, we barely made it to the car, and when we did we climbed into the backseat.