Unintentional Lolita

It's a new year, and time to get back to our story. All characters are 18 years of age or older... and thanks, DB...

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The next morning, Billie groaned and pulled the covers over her head when the sunlight invaded our bedroom. It was well after ten o'clock before she finally got up and staggered into the kitchen. I looked up over the paper as she downed first one, then two glasses of water with some aspirin before pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"Good morning," I said, laying down the paper. "Would you mind..."

Billie raised a finger to her lips for silence as we heard Kelly bump against the doorway as she entered the living room.

She mouthed the word 'later,' and I understood she wasn't completely avoiding the topic of the night before; she just wanted to discuss it without prying ears.

"Is it really ten-fifteen?" Kelly asked as she slid into a chair at the table.

I peered across the table at her, noticing a large swath of bare skin at the neckline of her robe as she tried to hold it closed about her. She was naked beneath it; I was sure of it.

"It is," Billie replied. "Did you sleep well?"

Kelly nodded weakly, her face rubbing against her folded hands as she yawned. "I think so, anyway. I've got this headache, though. And why is it so bright outside?"

I smiled, and as I started to say something smart, Billie swatted my arm and gave me a scolding look.

"It's bright outside because it's daylight. Maybe today your father can see to rake up the leaves from under the shrubs? Like I asked him to last week," she said, pursing her lips and giving me a soft version of 'the look.'

"I can take a hint," I said.

I was being dismissed so the girls could talk.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Billie said, kissing me on the cheek.

I left the two of them in the kitchen. Billie had mentioned the leaves under the shrubs to me the week prior. Raking them now would give the two of them a good chance to talk.

An hour later, I was done with the leaves and I came in to find Billie fresh out of the shower and brushing her hair. She waved me into the bathroom and had me close the door behind me as she leaned against the bathroom counter.

"So. What would you like to know about last night?"

"Hmmm... where to begin." I threw my hands up and began to get undressed for my own shower. "I don't know. For starters, you told me to go watch a football game, which you never do."

"I know," Billie said, nodding.

"And when I came home, you were both naked and..."

"I know."

I shrugged.

"And then you give me a blow-job in the living room, stopping just as I'm about to cum..."

Billie nodded, smiling and biting at her lip.

"And then you told me to go kiss Kelly good night. Naked."

Billie looked down and took a deep breath.

"You left out the part about me licking your pre-cum and licking your lips with it before sending you in to kiss her."

"Yeah." My cock was swelling as I remembered each element to the previous night's excitement.

"Remember Allyson?"

"Allyson?"

Billie nodded. "Allyson. Red hair. Really cute butt, white alabaster skin, freckles streaked across her face and shoulders?"

Allyson?

Billie brought her hands up and cupped her breasts. "Awesome tits, with those perky little nipples?"

"Red-headed Allyson...?"

Billie smiled and nodded, and my cock began to throb. Allyson and Billie had been friends long before Billie and I began to date; they still talked on the phone regularly, and we always got a Christmas card from her and her family.

I'd walked in on the two of them, naked in bed together one day. Billie was on her back, legs spread, and Allyson, oblivious to my interruption, had her ass in the air aimed right at me as she worshipped Billie's swollen, sodden pussy. Billie had waved me back out of the room, but I'd still watched as Allyson made her come hard enough she cried. An hour later when I came back, the two of them were still naked in bed together, spooning. That was as close to a three-some as we'd ever come; Billie had beckoned me to her, and Allyson held Billie while I fucked her.

That image had burned into my mind, and Billie knew I'd masturbated to the mental image more than once. She knew, too, that I would have fucked Allyson in a second if I'd had the chance.

"Red-headed Allyson," Billie replied. "I Allyson-ed our daughter last night."

What did she mean? No... surely not.

"You... you don't mean..."

Billie nodded and bit her lip.

"When I kissed you..."

I nodded slowly.

"That wasn't just wine on my lips."

I licked my lips remembering the taste of her kiss.

"She tastes really sweet," Billie said, smiling. "Doesn't she?"

"And before you sent me to kiss her goodnight..."

Billie nodded, smiled and bit her lip again as she looked down at the floor.

"So you sent me out of the house so you could have sex with our daughter?" I was still finding this all a little hard to comprehend.

Billie shook her head.

"I wanted to talk with her about how easy it is to get into trouble with boys depending on the way she kisses. I mean, think about it. The way the two of you have gone at it with each other..."

"Whoa. Wait a minute? Are you implying I'm trying to seduce our daughter?"

"No, honey. No." Billie took a deep breath. "But tell me the kisses you've shared with her have been purely innocent. Tell me you don't get hard kissing her."

"I..."

Billie cut me off waving her hands.

"I know it started simple enough. We've been through that. But it's spiraling, and it's going way past that. And you're her father. You love her. Boys she meets at school and wherever else, maybe not so much."

I took a deep breath.

"Did she tell you she gave David a hand-job?"

"What?" It suddenly felt really warm and though I tried to focus, all I could conjure in my mind was an image of us sharing cookies in the kitchen as I stood between her spread legs...

Billie smiled and nodded. "It's okay..."

I shook my head and refocused on the here-and-now.

"It's okay? Some pimple faced little geek..."

"He's not pimple faced. He is a bit of a geek, though. But, let it go. That's why she was so eager to go straight to bed when she came home that night. She said he came all over her; she got some on her dress."

"What?"

Billie nodded and waved her hand. "It'll be easy enough to clean. That's not a problem."

"Okay," I said. "But I still..."

"The two of you haven't done anything more than kiss. I get it." Billie swept wet strands of hair back from her face. "And I didn't intend for things to get out of hand like they did last night, either, believe me."

"So what happened?"

Billie took a deep breath. "Three bottles of wine, for starters. One thing led to another and... it turns out she and I have a lot in common."

"Such as?"

"You know what happens when you smother my neck and shoulders with kisses..."

I nodded and Billie raised her eyebrows and nodded as she smiled.

"And, she likes having her hair brushed, too," I said.

"You," Billie said, grabbing at my waist. "You're her father. You can't take advantage of her."

"Really? You're telling me this after what happened last night?"

Billie nodded and bit her lip.

"She still hasn't... she's still..."

"What? Our daughter's still...?"

"A virgin."

My mouth dropped open and I drew in a slow breath.

"Amazing as it is these days, the limit of her sexual experience is getting groped by the pimple faced geek, as you called him, and being Allyson-ed by her mother."

"Wow."

"Yeah." Billie pushed her fingers through her hair as she sighed. "She and I talked over breakfast. I was really afraid that... I didn't know how she'd respond to me this morning. I was afraid it would be bad."

"And..."

Billie took a deep breath and smiled.

"And she thinks last night was awesome."

"Really?"

Billie nodded.

"She thought I was mad at her for kissing you, and then she was surprised I knew about the milk and cookies. I told her we don't keep secrets."

I nodded. "I've told her the same thing."

"So, as worried as I was about last night, as concerned as I was that everything with her was going to be a problem, it appears my concerns were for naught. The most important thing to her is that she knows we love her."

"Wow. This is going to take a little bit to digest."

Billie turned around, picked up her comb and began dragging it through her hair as I stepped into the shower.

My mind raced a million miles an hour as I soaped up and rinsed off. What with remembering Allyson in bed with Billie, watching Kelly's cute little butt wiggle as she scampered off to bed the night before and remembering the kiss we'd shared over milk and cookies, my cock was throbbing when I came out of the shower.

I turned off the water and reached for a towel, and Billie waved a hand at the steam pouring out around me.

"You'll never believe what she asked me last night," Billie said, leaning forward and rubbing a circle into the fogged up mirror.

"Do I really want to know?" I asked as I slid the towel around my back.

"She wanted me to show her how to apply a condom."

I caught my breath and looked at Billie in the mirror, catching her eyes in mine.

"What?"

Billie sighed and closed her eyes. That I knew of, there were two condoms in the house, and they were at least a couple of years old. They were leftovers from a less than successful experiment Billie and I had tried in the past.

"She said they covered that in health class," Billie said. "And they did, but they used a cucumber and a banana, and it was 'really, really lame.'"

"Well?"

"Well?" Billie looked up, locked eyes with me and spun around. "You don't expect me to do it, do you? And if I did, if I didn't have a cucumber or banana I'd have to use..."

I laughed and Billie swatted at me.

"It's not funny," she said.

"Yeah, it is."

"No," she said, hitting my arm again, "it's not."

Billie has a glass dildo; she's very fond of it. I knew it would be just right for the job.

"And besides," she said, "I told her we didn't have any condoms. And would you have wanted me to tell her why we had any to begin with? Hmmm?"

I shook my head. Billie'd gotten her tubes tied after Kelly's birth; both our daughters knew that.

"Want to know why she asked?"

"This should be good."

Billie sighed and forced herself to relax her shoulders, which suddenly felt way to tense.

"So that the next time she's giving a guy a hand job, when he cums, he won't get it all over her."

I laughed. "Really?"

Billie laughed and nodded. "I told her there would come a point in time where she doesn't mind the guy cumming all over her, and that there are other ways to solve that problem if she still wants. I didn't get a chance to tell her what those ways are, though. That was about the time you got home last night."

"What other methods were you thinking of?" I asked.

"Well, this one comes to mind," she said.

Billie swung around, grabbed my hips and swallowed my cock into her open mouth, sliding her lips up and down my shaft.

She pulled her lips from my now glistening pole and looked up at me.

"If you'd like, I'll finish demonstrating."

It was all I could do to nod.

Billie giggled and swiped her hand gently over the head of my penis.

"She told me she touched you last night."

I nodded as Billie looked up at me.

"I figured she would, if she was still awake."

Billie leaned forward and licked at the head of my penis, and then looked up at me again.

"And, yes, I know she was watching us."

"You knew?"

Billie nodded.

"This time, I won't stop until you come," she said.

I closed my eyes and held on to her shoulders as she began to pillow my cock on her tongue, and a few minutes later, I grunted and flooded her mouth with semen.

The next week was a blur.

We all stayed really busy, and when the next Thursday rolled around, I had the opportunity to go see Kelly's volleyball match.

She'd expressed great interest in the two of us going out on another date, and Billie had said she didn't mind, but our schedules had just been too hectic.

I arrived at the school gym after the match had already started, sliding onto the bench next to Billie, a couple of rows up almost at mid-court. She was sitting next to Margaret and had saved me a spot. I smiled and said hello as I settled my butt onto the wood bleacher seat.

I looked up as Billie slid her hand into mine; Kelly was at the far end of the court on the front row; she'd be the next server for her team. She waved at me as Pam, Margaret's daughter and Kelly's teammate, bounced the ball, preparing to put it back into play.

"They just started a couple of minutes ago," Billie said. "You haven't missed much."

"Good."

Fact was, I'd missed plenty. For one reason or another, I'd missed more than half of Kelly's matches. The entire starting roster was made up of seniors, and they had a shot at the playoffs if they won this match and the next, and I'd vowed to be present for both.

"This is a pretty good crowd," I said. "I know they've got playoff potential, but I didn't know they were this popular."

Margaret laughed and Billie leaned over. "Look around. See all the boys here? They could care less about the volleyball. They're just here to star at the girls' butts in those shorts."

Margaret laughed again and nodded.

"Billie and I were comparing notes earlier," she said. "And it's a good thing most of these girls are eighteen."

"They are?"

Margaret nodded. "Every girl we've got on the floor right now is eighteen. Tika just had her birthday last week."

I'd have spent a couple of minutes looking for number three if she hadn't crashed to the floor diving for a ball almost right in front of us. She had pasty, almost ghost-white skin, black hair, dark painted nails and lips that had started bright red earlier, but like her eye make-up, they were fading under duress.

"I guess you could say Tika is going through a bit of a Goth stage. You know, dark clothes, vampires, all of that. Pam tells me she has a wicked tattoo across her lower back."

I nodded and watched as Tika slowly made her way back into position.

"Billie and I were talking about it earlier," Margaret said. "As aggravating as it is to know that all of these guys are here just to stare at our daughters' asses, it's kind of funny to watch some them get up with erections and try to walk out of here like nothing is going on."

It's not that I'd been oblivious to the visual aspects of women's volleyball, beach variety, especially, but I'd never had my attention really focused on it, and I realized my cock was beginning to swell as my eyes began to lock on the various spandex covered rear ends.

Kelly's team, clad in green, bumped, set and spiked the ball. The other team, clad in maroon shirts and black shorts, returned it. The ball sailed back across the net three more times before Kelly's team claimed another point, and as Kelly hopped back to her position, I realized I was staring at her ass.

Billie squeezed my hand and whispered into my ear.

"Don't be so obvious."

I swallowed hard and nodded.

Easier said than done.

A few minutes later, it was impossible.

Both teams had cycled their players half-way through their rotation pattern, and now, as Kelly's team prepared to put the ball into play again, I found myself staring at Pam's ass.

The shorts had an inseam of maybe half an inch, and what with the way they'd crawled into the crack of Pam's ass, they were so snug, it was like they'd been painted on.

Pam bent over, thrusting her ass back at us and Margaret gasped.

"What?" Billie asked.

Margaret shook her head and covered her mouth with her hand.

"I really hope she has a thong on," she said.

"What?" Billie asked.

My eyebrows went up. Did she say 'thong'?

Margaret nodded. "You know how bad the panty-lines are with those shorts. Pam told me a lot of the girls are going commando under them; I told her she'd better at least wear a thong."

Billie's eyes widened, and she looked down at the court, her eyes darting from Pam to Kelly and then looking over at me.

"I think Kelly's in the same boat as Pam," Margaret said.

Whether that boat was the 'commando patrol' or the 'me staring at her ass' luxury cruise, the answer was yes; they were in the same boat, and as Kelly's team rotated again, I now found myself staring at my own daughter's spandex covered rear end., and just like with Pam, the shorts might as well have been painted on.

She leaned forward and the cloth stretched even tighter. Billie clenched my hand as she realized the same thing I did; Kelly was naked beneath her shorts.

Just like with Pam, the shorts might as well have been painted on. Not only was there no panty-line; there was a tight, smooth curve of spandex against her body profiling her bare, naked pussy.

Kelly squatted down, stretching, and I quickly allowed my eyes to dart up to Pam's ass.

I swallowed hard. The two hottest asses on the volleyball court, and they were both right in front of me.

"A little awkward when it's your daughter all but naked in front of you like that, isn't it?" Margaret asked, sensing my discomfort.

I nodded. "You have no idea."

My cock was hard now, and I shifted awkwardly, trying to ease my condition.

But it didn't work, and by the time the match ended, I was more than ready to head home.

Our team had won, and it was all I could do not to stare at the bouncing boobs and butts as our scantily clad girls celebrated.

"Daddy!" Kelly all but leapt into my arms and kissed me. "I'm so glad you made it."

"Me, too, sweetie. I wouldn't have missed this for anything."

"Are you going anywhere before you come home?" Billie asked.

Kelly nodded.

"I'm gonna hit the shower, and then I think we're going out for pizza."

Billie nodded and kissed Kelly on the cheek. "Don't be too late. Be careful, and we'll see you at home, sweetie."

Kelly nodded and smiled, then bounded away, and Margaret turned toward us as Pam followed our daughter and the rest of the team off of the gym floor.

"It's a shame Ted wasn't here," Billie said. "That was a good match."

Margaret nodded and then shook her head. "He's been acting really odd lately. There's something going on with him these days; I'm just not sure what it is."

We followed Margaret out to her car and waved goodbye as we made our way to our own ride home, and that's when Billie told me she wanted to invite them over for Thanksgiving.

"Okay," I replied. "Any particular reason?"

"They don't have family coming in, we don't have family coming in; Kelly and Pam used to do a lot together when they were younger; they're still good friends. It'll be fun."

"Uh huh..."

"Margo and I used to trade off dropping and picking the girls up during the girl-scout years. You and Ted used to carry all those boxes of cookies. How do you not remember all of that?

"Remember when Kelly was in eighth grade health and they had the sugar babies?"

I laughed and nodded. Kelly had been 'mom' to a four pound bag of sugar for what seemed like a month, but was in fact only a couple of weeks. Her bag of sugar had been a rectangular caricature by the time she got done decorating it, bow in its 'hair', rosy red cheeks, and dainty painted toe-nails. She'd almost cried at the end of the experience when Billie had emptied the sugar into a cupboard bowl. Kelly still had the bag somewhere.

"Okay. Pam was the girl that she tag-teamed babysitting with for the two weeks. We had her over for dinner three nights; Kelly was at her house almost as much. I know you remember her. The differences between her now and then, is now, she wears her hair down, a little longer than Kelly's and it's curled; then, it was straight and pulled back in a pony. And of course, now, too, she's a little more developed."