A man's finger pressed the record button on the video camera.
"Have you done your homework?" Linda's voice crackled through the handset, sounding far away, because she was. Her job dictated that she travel frequently, and this was one of those times. She left behind her daughter, Sarah, soon to graduate high school, and her husband.
"Of course, Mom," the young woman replied. She had pushed textbooks and papers aside. Now she held the beige, plastic handset against her flushed cheek. "You know Dad won't let us do anything until it's finished."
"Good, good." After twenty years of marriage, Linda knew, like a good parent, her husband insisted on work before play. She also knew intimately of his needs and desires.
"Is it time?" Sarah asked, her full, red lips inches from the mouthpiece.
"Is your father there?"
"Y-yes." Her voice quivered.
"He's already touching you, isn't he?"
A long pause. Linda knew what was happening.
"Uh-huh."
"What are you wearing?"
"A blouse and skirt."
"The short, plaid skirt we bought at Newberry's? The one that's too small and barely covers your ass?"
"Yesss..." Sarah exhaled into the mouthpiece as strong, male fingers slowly unbuttoned her starched white blouse. "I left my shoes and socks on the floor."
"And underneath?"
"Just my bra and panties."
The probing hands pulled open the young woman's top, exposing a nice, petite pair of breasts encased in a gossamer nothing of a bra. Her perky tits didn't need much support, if any.
"Is it the see-through bra you like so much, the one that lets me see your beautiful, pink areolas and delicate nipples?" Linda loved the thought of her husband undressing their only child.
"Yes, Mom. The one you told me to wear for Dad."
The next thing Sarah knew, one of the hands slipped under the fabric, delicately caressing a nipple to erection. She let out a big sigh.
"Is he playing with your tits now?"
"Mmmm, uh huh." Her breathing had increased. Another hand slowly, lovingly slipped up her leg, passing over her knee, to her smooth inner thigh. "He's touching me down there, too."
"What kind of panties are you wearing for him?" Linda felt her pussy starting to tingle, wetness forming.
"I-I..." Sarah had to take a deep breath as her father's fingertips rubbed up and down the silky thin fabric covering her downy mons pubis. "Th-the purple ones with the lace."
Like the revealing bra, Linda had bought her daughter an expensive pair of panties just for this occasion.
"That's good, my sweet girl," Linda responded, arousal rising in her throat. She slipped her own delicate fingers under the elastic band of sensible, white cotton panties. "You need to show him how to touch your pussy. Don't allow him to do anything you don't like. It's your body and you're in charge, no matter what he says." Always the caring mother.
"Yes, Mom, but I like what he's doing right now." The young woman gasped. "God, it feels so good."
"Excellent, my love." Linda couldn't believe her daughter was so receptive to being her stand-in. She had expected resistance, and was fully prepared for rejection, but none of that happened. The young woman was more than willing. Linda slipped a finger inside her wet pussy. "It's important that you enjoy this as much as him." She used her shoulder to press the handset against her cheek while she unbuttoned her own blue and yellow-flowered blouse.
"Is your father still dressed?"
More gentle panting and faint rustling of fabric.
"No, Mom. He came into my room naked."
"Mmmm, already good and hard, I'm sure."
"Uh-huh."
Linda tugged her bra open, revealing a hard nipple surrounded by a large, red areola. "How are you two positioned?"
"He's propped up on my pillows and I'm leaning back against him."
"Between his open legs?" Linda visualized their bodies resting together.
"Yes, Mom. Now he's taking my blouse off, and my bra."
"Good, baby...good." Linda fought to keep from masturbating. She wanted to draw things out as long as she could. She toyed with her exposed breast, tugging a nipple. "Now all you have left are your panties?"
"Yes, Mom." Sarah gasped. "His hand's inside them and he's massaging my pussy."
"How does it feel, angel?"
"Ahhh..." Sarah moaned. "He's playing with my clit."
"Your father knows how to touch your pussy, huh?"
"Oh, yesss..."
"Tell him to take off your panties, so you'll be totally naked."
"Okay."
Linda could hear her daughter murmuring to her father, then faint noises as Sarah put the phone down for a moment. Soon, she returned.
"Okay, Mom." Sarah said. "Now we're both naked."
"Oh yes, my love." Linda refrained from massaging her own clit, lest she come too soon. "Is your father's cock still hard?" Like she had to ask, but she loved describing every detail so she could cement the erotic images in her brain.
"Uh," Sarah paused, as if she were checking. "Yes, very hard."
"Is it pressing against your back?" Linda knew her husband's cock like the lines of her own face. He wasn't hung like a mule, but packed at least eight thick, noble inches. She envisioned his jutting erection folded back, sandwiched between his stomach and the small of their daughter's back, his veined shaft capped by a purple helmet contrasting against her pale, white skin.
"Yes, and..." The young woman panted against the mouthpiece. "He's kissing my neck and shoulder." She sighed with pleasure.
"Your father loves foreplay." Linda gazed up at the ceiling of the hotel room, envisioning her husband's mouth pressing against their daughter's smooth, delicate skin.
"Mom...uh..." Sarah hesitated.
"Go ahead, my love."
"I-is Dad going to take my cherry?"
Linda hoped their daughter would say that. She felt a surge of joy and excitement well up in her chest, but managed to keep outwardly calm and controlled, extremely mindful of what she said next. "Well, my love, if you want him to." This was undoubtedly a huge step for all three of them as a family and she wanted it to be perfect. "Just be aware you don't have to give him your cherry. There are other things you can do to satisfy him."
"But I want him to. I want Dad to fuck me."
"Oh, god." Linda couldn't help but react, her emotions spilling out. The mere thought of her husband mounting their virgin daughter made her pussy ache with need. "Again, don't forget you're in control, young lady. Your father won't do anything you don't want to do."
"I understand, Mom." Sarah's voice had become light and airy, full of breath, and Linda sensed her daughter was equally aroused. "I need Dad to fuck me like he does you. I want to do everything with him that you do."
"That's why we discussed this, Sarah. Your father still needs to fuck while I'm away. He needs to fuck a lot, or he gets headaches."
"I know, Mom. I'll make sure that doesn't happen." Sarah gasped again, whimpering slightly.
"What's going on?"
"He's fingering my pussy again. Oh, fuuuck..."
Although her daughter was eighteen and an adult, Linda had never heard her use that word. It only served to enhance her arousal.
"Sarah, your language!" Linda teased.
