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Lauren calls Jack to tell him that she saw her daughter having lesbian sex.
Continued from Chapter 02:
Mindlessly, while listening to their private conversation and watching her daughter having lesbian sex, in the way that Jack always does, Lauren felt her breast through her blouse and bra, first one and then the other. Becoming more sexually aroused, in the way that Jack loved to do, she fingered her nipple through her blouse and bra, first one and then the other. Then, unable to control herself, she unbuttoned her blouse, stuck her hand inside her bra and fondled her naked breast while fingering her naked nipple.
The more she touched herself while watching her daughter having sex with her homosexual lover, the more sexually aroused she became. The more she watched Ellen continuing to lick and finger her daughter's pussy, the more she wished it was her pussy being licked and fingered. Unable to control herself, she lifted her short skirt and fingered her pussy through her white, bikini panties while watching and listening to her daughter continuing to have lesbian sex. In the way that Jack always cupped her pussy through her panties, she cupped her pussy through her panties before sticking her hand inside her panties and before rubbing her clit with one finger and finger fucking herself with another finger.
'Oh, my God,' thought Lauren. 'Ellen is eating my daughter's cunt. This is so hot to watch. She's fingering my daughter's pussy while licking my daughter's pussy. I wish she was fingering and licking my pussy. I wish Jack was here to watch and learn something. I wish Jack would eat me in the way that Ellen is eating Becky. I wish Jack would give me an oral, sexual orgasm in the way that Ellen is giving my daughter multiple sexual, oral orgasms. I wish Jack was as sexually reciprocating and generous as Becky's lover.'
Needing to masturbate herself, she quietly retreated and retired to her upstairs bedroom. As soon as she got there, she soundlessly closed her bedroom door and made herself comfortable on her bed. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra up over her huge, D cup breasts. She removed her panties, hiked up her short skirt, and masturbated herself while thinking of Ellen eating her pussy instead of Becky's pussy. She fingered her pussy while imagining her daughter fingering her pussy. She rubbed her clit and fingerfuck her pussy with one hand while fingering her naked nipples with her other hand, and while imagining Becky having lesbian sex with her mother.
Obviously, her daughter must have heard her walking in her room upstairs because within a few minutes, they left. Lauren looked out the window to get a look at Ellen. They looked alike except Ellen was a redhead and had short, red hair instead of long, brown hair like her daughter. About the same height they had a similar body except Becky inherited her mother's D cup breasts. Difficult to tell with padded bras today, Ellen had a C cup at best.
Instead of only being lesbian, Lauren was glad that they were both bi-sexual. In the way that she imagined having lesbian sex with Ellen and, perhaps, even with her daughter, she imagined Jack having sex with Ellen, and, perhaps, even with her daughter. Maybe after a few drinks to relax the atmosphere, incestuously exciting to imagine a mother having lesbian sex with her daughter, they could have a threesome or a foursome. Lauren would like her daughter to take sexual interest in her just as she hoped her daughter would allow her to return the sexual favor with her girlfriend.
'How hot would that be to have a threesome with Ellen and my daughter,' she thought? 'How hot would that be to have a foursome with Jack, Ellen, and Becky? Other than my own, it's been a long time since I fingered and licked a pussy. Yet, with Jack not much of a lover when it comes to reciprocating oral sex, perhaps what I need is for my daughter and her friend to be my lesbian lovers. Having not had lesbian sex since college, how hot would that be to have lesbian sex again,' she thought?
As horny as she was sexually excited, it didn't take her long to cum from masturbating herself over the sexual thoughts of having homosexual sex with her daughter and her lesbian lover. As soon as she had her sexual orgasm, she picked up the phone to call Jack. She had to tell someone what she saw. She had to tell someone what she witnessed. She had to tell someone that Becky was lesbian. Who better to tell than to tell Jack?
Chapter 03:
Lauren called Jack on the phone. With him having caller ID, he knew it was her calling. Putting on his best acting performance, he answered the phone as if he was on his deathbed and was dying. In the way that she suspected he would, he tentatively answered the phone as if she was a workman's compensation insurance investigator and he was feigning a back injury.
"Hello?"
He answered in a weakened voice. He answered the phone in a frail voice as if he didn't have much longer to live. Knowing the hypochondriac that he was, she wanted to laugh but didn't. She had more to tell him than to poke fun at his phony, medical condition that he suddenly created so that he wouldn't have to go away with her for the weekend. The last thing that she wanted was for him to be angry for her accusing him of faking a back injury to avoid going away for the weekend.
He was as cheap with his money when it came to treating her to a vacation or to a weekend getaway as he was with giving her sexual orgasms. Even though he had lots of endearing qualities, his cheapness sometimes overshadowed all of his good qualities. In the way she wished he was a bigger tipper so as to not embarrass her when going out to dinner, she wished he was a more generous lover too. She was tired of him sexually frustrating her during sex. She was tired of him not taking the time to get her to cum.
Jack's sexual philosophy was based on a line in President Kennedy's Inaugural Address, "Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country." Jack's philosophy was, "Ask not what I can sexually do for you, ask what you can sexually do for me." If she had kept count of all the hand jobs and blowjobs she had given him over the years, compared with the few times he masturbated and/or ate her, he owed her dozens of sexual orgasms.