Jenny, Lifted

"Mom? Mom?! Are you okay?"

"Yes. Yes, sweetheart," she said through the chuckles. "It's just when I was about your age, and he was much younger..."

"What mom?" Jenny asked.

"I fucked him, too." With that, they both erupted in laughter.

That night, after dinner, Jenny sat in the kitchen with Sarah while her father read in the den.

"I can't believe you told me that," Sarah whispered.

"I can't either," Jenny responded.

It sounded like a joke when Jenny said it in the bathroom, but their revelations did seem to bring them closer together. Jenny felt almost at one with her mom, and Sarah felt the same about her daughter. Jenny knew she liked to be bad, and she was starting to think it was hereditary.

Later that night, Jenny lay in bed, gazing up at the ceiling, thinking about what had happened. After the initial revelation, she and her mom had talked more in depth about topics that were normally taboo. Jenny told her mother about losing her virginity and the hand jobs and blowjobs that came before. Sarah told Jenny about the little cocaine habit she developed then kicked in college. And they talked about Jenny's dad. After what they had discussed, Sarah had no problem spilling the details of her and her husband's sex life. They talked like girlfriends, and it made them both feel good.

Jenny couldn't fall asleep. She was wearing one of her dad's old button-down white shirts and nothing else. She felt a slight urge to pleasure herself, but she resisted, thinking that she had been the bad girl enough for one day. Then she heard a sound.

It was just like the night before: Sarah was moaning in ecstasy. But tonight it seemed louder and less self-conscious. She had told her mom that she could hear her through the walls, so maybe Sarah decided there was no sense in trying to be discreet any longer.

Jenny listened to them for a few minutes more, and the urge to masturbate became tougher to resist. Jenny ran her finger along her slit; she was wet. This was something she'd have to take care of. She opened her legs wide, and a plunged a single finger into her pussy. She started to work it around, but then she stopped and pulled her finger back. A wicked grin came over Jenny's face. She reached over to her bedside table and pulled open the drawer. She retrieved what she had stashed there earlier—four perfectly sculpted yellow rods of Percocet. She popped them in her mouth and waited for the drug to take effect.

After several more minutes of listening, she felt herself slide into a higher state like an arm into a loose sleeve. She hopped out of bed and tiptoed across her room. When she opened her door, she could hear her parents even more clearly.

"Fuck, Rob. You're so good."

"I love you baby."

"You're going to make me scream."

"Quiet or you'll wake Jenny."

Jenny walked stealthily down the hall to her parent's door, listening to their lovemaking the whole way. She paused at the threshold.

"Now or never," Jenny thought, and she slowly pushed the door open.

The scene that unfolded in front of her was like something she'd only seen in pornos. Her parent's sex seemed to be totally different than the sex that she'd had: less inhibited, more feral. Her dad was on his back, and her mom was riding him. The covers were balled up in a pile on the floor. They were both fully naked.

Jenny had seen her mom's body only a few hours earlier, but it was different this time. She was seeing it in action. Sarah's breasts were about the same size as Jenny's, and they bounced up and down while she rode her husband's cock. Rob had his hands on her hips, directing her every movement.

Jenny stepped into the room. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt but left it on. The fabric bulged over her young, firm tits.

"Mom?" she asked sheepishly.

As soon as Rob saw her he threw Sarah off him and rolled over onto his stomach, hiding his dick from his daughter.

"Jenny! Get out!" he yelled. Sarah looked over at Jenny and gave her a smile. She said nothing.

"Dad, it's okay..." Jenny started

"Get out!" he repeated. He craned his neck to look at his daughter, hoping to give her the "I'm serious" eyes, but it was hard from his facedown position. When he saw her, he was taken aback. He could see all the way down her body. The shirt covered her nipples, but everything else—her flat stomach, the curve of her breasts, her v of red pubic hair, and of course her pussy—was in full view. "Jesus, Jenny!" he yelled.

"It's okay baby," Sarah said with a grin, unseen by her husband. "Go back to bed. I'm sorry we were loud."

Jenny stood there a few seconds longer, feeling naughtier than she'd ever felt. "It's really not such a big deal, dad," she said before she turned around and walked out of the room. But it really was a big deal. She had seen her dad not only naked, but fucking. He looked so goddamn sexy. The way he handled her mother, the noises he was making.

Jenny got back to her room, closed the door, and leaned back on it; she couldn't even make it to the bed. Her fingers found her dripping pussy, and in about thirty seconds it was over. Her orgasm subsided. There were no sounds coming from her parent's room. Jenny flopped onto the bed and smiled a devilish smile. She couldn't help but wish Mr. Lemons was there, even if he wasn't really the man she wanted.

"You owe me an orgasm," Sarah said as she and Jenny sat at the breakfast table drinking coffee. "Your father was so spooked by your little performance that he couldn't even look at me afterward."

"God," Jenny responded. "The two of you were so fucking sexy. You can't blame me for wanting to get in on the action."

"I remember when I was your age," Sarah said. "I was horny all the time too, but never for my dad. Is it just that he has the closest dick possible?"

"No!" Jenny answered. "I know he loves me and would take care of me. I've been fucked plenty of times, but I've never been in love with any of those boys. But I am in love with daddy."

Sarah looked at her daughter and was taken by her beauty and innocence. This wasn't just about sex; her daughter was in search of something grander.

"Plus he has a great cock," Jenny added. Sarah couldn't help but giggle.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Sarah said as she knocked on the door.

"C'mon mom," Jenny said. "You know you want to just as bad as I do."

The door slung open. Sarah's brother-in-law, Jenny's uncle Peter, stood looking out.

"Hey guys," he said. "What a nice surprise on a Saturday afternoon. Where's Rob? Parking the car?"

"No it's just us," Sarah replied. "Rob went into the office early this morning to try and get some work done."

Peter invited them in, and soon they sat side-by-side on the big, overstuffed couch in his living room. Peter sat in the wooden rocking chair nearby. The threesome made small talk for a time while Sarah mustered up her courage.

"Actually, Peter," Sarah started. "We kind of came over with an ulterior motive. Not that we need an excuse to visit. I didn't mean it to sound that way..."

"We want some more pot," Jenny interrupted.

"What?" Peter asked.

"Well," Sarah said. "Jenny found the joint that you gave me for our anniversary yesterday and we smoked it and we both liked it and..."

"We want some more," Jenny interrupted again.

"Yes. We would like some more."

Peter looked at them seriously for a second, as if he thought this whole conversation could have been a trap.

"We can pay you, of course," Sarah added.

"One second," Peter said as he stood up. He walked down the hall and disappeared into one of the back rooms.

Sarah whacked Jenny on the arm. "How about a little tact?" she asked.

"Mom," Jenny answered, "don't you think we're way beyond that?"

Peter reappeared and returned to where they were sitting. He had a small wooden pipe in one hand and a shiny tin in the other. He opened the box and pulled out a pinch of marijuana. As he packed the pipe he said, "I suppose we're not telling Rob about this."

"Absolutely not," Sarah answered.

"Fuck no," Jenny said.

By midafternoon, mother, daughter, and uncle were all stoned out of their minds. It seemed like Peter had an endless supply. He just kept loading the pipe and passing it around.

Jenny lay on the couch with her head in her mother's lap. Sarah took a pull off the pipe, held the smoke in, then blew out a stream right in to Jenny's awaiting face. She passed the rig back to Peter, and he tapped the pipe on the coffee table to empty out the spent weed.

"Thank you Peter," Sarah said. "I think we've had more than enough."

"Hold that thought," Peter said, and he jumped up and retreated back to the backroom.

"How you doing, Angel?" Sarah asked her daughter.

"This is amazing," Jenny answered.

Peter came back into the living room. He stood in front of his guests with an outstretched arm. He opened his fist to reveal three small white pills in his palm.

"You two should try this stuff," he said. "It's some next level shit. Have you ever done x?"

Jenny lifted her head up and looked her mother right in her glazed over eyes. "Can I, mommy?" she asked. She looked so delicate, so much like a sweet little girl.

"What I don't see, I don't know," Sarah answered, closing her eyes.

"Stick out your tongues," Peter told them. They complied, and Uncle Peter placed one of the white tablets first on Jenny's tongue then on her mother's before taking one of his own. They sat in silence, waiting for the drugs to kick in.

It started innocently enough, with Sarah running her fingers through her daughter's hair. To Sarah, her bright red hair looked like the threads of a blanket she was weaving. She moved her hand back and forth through the mane, feeling every follicle slip through her fingers. Peter got up, plucked a record off the shelf, and put it on the turntable in the corner of the room. As the music filled the air, Peter began to dance by himself. Jenny sat up and looked at her mom. She reached out and started touching Sarah's face. She ran her fingers over all of the contours. Her mom's skin felt warm and soft like a new cashmere sweater. Jenny leaned forward and began rubbing her own face against her mother's—cheek to cheek, nose to nose, and finally lips to lips. Sarah offered no resistance as her daughter gave her a warm kiss. Jenny's plump lips felt so good against her own that Sarah continued the kiss even as Jenny began to pull away. Jenny opened her mouth, and her tongue darted against her mother's teeth. Sarah, now just as uninhibited as her daughter, opened up and French kissed her little girl. Jenny responded, and soon they were full-on making out. Jenny straddled her mother's legs and sat on her knees so they were face to face. They kept kissing, and Jenny began rubbing her hands over her mother's breasts.

"Holy shit," chimed in Peter from the other side of the room. He went over and turned the volume on the record player up, then he went and took a seat on the end of the couch.

Jenny grabbed the bottom of her mother's sweater and Sarah raised her arms almost instinctively. Jenny pulled it over her head and then went to work unfastening her mother's bra. Jenny unhooked it, and then she pulled it free from Sarah's body. Her mother's tits were still nice and firm, even though she was well into her forties. Her stomach was flat, and her arms were toned.

Jenny kissed her mother again, then she unbuttoned her own shirt. She threw it off then grabbed the front clasp of her lacy white bra. She opened up, arching her back as the undergarment popped off her breasts. Her tits were milky white with pale pink nipples standing at attention in the centers. They looked just like her mother's.

Sarah pulled Jenny in close. Their chests were pressed together, and they resumed kissing. Jenny, ever the aggressor, tilted her head down and took one of her mother's nipples into her mouth. As she nursed it, her mother began to moan, just like she had done the night before with Rob.

Jenny felt warm hands on her shoulders. She released Sarah's nipple and looked up to see her uncle. She stretched her neck back, and Peter leaned down to give her a kiss. He grabbed the girl under her arms and lifted her off her mother's lap. He deposited her back on the couch, this time beside her mom.

Peter stepped back to look at the two topless women while he tried to decide what to do next. He stepped toward Sarah, putting his groin right in her face. Without so much as a blink, Sarah reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped her brother-in-law's fly. She pushed his jeans down, and then she reached into his boxers. As soon as she had his cock free, she leaned forward and licked down its entire length before taking it into her mouth.

Jenny watched in awe as her mom sucked off her uncle Peter. She saw his cock pop in and out of her mother's mouth. She saw Sarah's tongue making circles around the head. She saw her mom suck one of Peter's balls into her mouth. When she couldn't take it anymore, Jenny reached down, undid her jeans, and slid them down her legs before kicking them off her feet. She sat there naked, save for the brief white panties she had on. She started rubbing herself through the material.

Sarah pulled her eyes away from the dick long enough to steal a look at her daughter. She thought that Jenny looked so beautiful and so adult as she sat there rubbing herself. Sarah let Peter's cock pop out of her mouth, then she reached up and grabbed it by the base. Without saying a word, she pointed it toward her daughter in a sort of an offering. Jenny leaned over and took it between her lips.

As Jenny gave her uncle an expert blowjob, Sarah sucked on his balls. The sensation was too much for Peter, and he felt his cum building up. Jenny—no novice—recognized the signs and pulled off. Her mother took her place. Jenny grabbed the back of Sarah's head and started pushing and pulling it in a quick rhythm. When Peter cried out that he was going to cum, Jenny increased the pace. After a few more seconds, Joe blew his load in Sarah's mouth. She hungrily swallowed it down, and then she continued sucking him until he was dry. She pulled off, and Peter stumbled backwards and collapsed into his rocking chair.

Sarah looked over and saw that her daughter had her hand down the front of her panties in an effort to get herself off. She pulled her skirt up until it was bunched at her waist, forced her panties aside, and joined her daughter in mutual masturbation.

Peter, still recovering, watched in awe as mother and daughter finger-fucked themselves right there on his sofa. The girls' breathing quickened, and soon they were both grunting with pleasure. Uncle Peter watched as his niece and sister-in-law came at the same time.

When it was over and everyone was satisfied, the girls collapsed into each other on the couch. They spent the next hour lying there, running their fingers over each other's skin, and listening to the music without a care in the world.

When they got home, Rob was still nowhere to be found. Mother and daughter, now fully clothed, curled up together on Sarah's bed and drifted off to sleep.

Jenny woke up to the sound of the shower running. Her mom's arms were still wrapped around her, so she knew that daddy was home. Jenny was still a little lifted from the ecstasy, and her inhibitions were still lowered. She wormed her way out of her mother's grasp, careful not to wake her. She stood up and shed her clothes: first the button-down, then the jeans, followed by the bra and finally the pretty white panties. She walked over to the bathroom door and eased it open.

"Daddy?" she asked in her best little girl voice.

"Hey baby," he replied from under the running water. "Go lay back down and we'll talk when I get out."

"Daddy?" she asked again, this time with more urgency.

Rob slid the shower door open just enough to peek his head out. When he did, he saw his daughter in all her naked glory. Her long red hair hung down to just above her little nipples. A neatly trimmed v of pubic hair pointed the way to her cunt. Rob didn't want to look at his baby girl like this, but he couldn't help himself. Jenny watched him watching her, and it turned her on. After several seconds, it was she who broke the silence.

"I think we should talk now, Daddy."

Silently, Rob reached out and turned off the water. He pulled in a towel from the bar outside the stall and wrapped it around his waste before stepping out.

"Jenny," he said softly, "you can't run around the house like this. Cover up."

"You don't think I'm pretty daddy?" she asked.

Rob couldn't say what he wanted to, so instead he got angry. "Get out and go put on some clothes!" he yelled. "I've had enough of this nonsense!"

Jenny didn't move. She just stood there fully exposed to the man she wanted more than anything.

The bathroom door opened wider, and Sarah stepped in.

"What's all the yelling about?" she asked. Rob and Jenny looked over at her and at the same time realized she too was naked.

"Sarah!" Rob screamed, "What in the hell is going on here."

"Well," Sarah said happily, "we seem to have all forgotten our clothes. " She walked over to her husband and wrapped her arms around him. She gave him a big kiss then whispered in his ear, "It's okay. We all want this." She grabbed the top of his towel and pulled it away from his body. Jenny watched as it fell to the floor. Rob stood shocked, not knowing what to make of the situation. His dick was stiff and rigid, though.

Sarah reached down and grabbed it. She squeezed it a little, and then she rolled it around in her hand. She looked over her shoulder at Jenny. "Come up here, baby."

Jenny approached tentatively. When she got to her mother's side, Sarah took her hand and placed it on her father's cock. Jenny held it there while her mother leaned forward and whispered into her father's ear. "Tell me you want this."

Rob balked. "This is insane," he said under his breath.

"No it's not. Tell me you want this," Sarah repeated.

Rob looked into his daughter's eyes; she was staring right back at him with her lips slightly parted. She squeezed his dick.

"Tell me," Sarah whispered again.

Rob felt his eyes roll back in his head. He brought his hand up and felt his forehead like he was checking for a fever. Fuck, it felt good. John looked back at Sarah. "I want this," he finally said.

"Tell your daughter."

He gazed into Jenny's eyes; they were glossed over. Her parted lips had curled up into a smile. He glanced down at her breasts, then he let his eyes move farther to her pale pink pussy. He swallowed hard. "Jenny," he said, "I want this."

Sarah smiled brightly at Jenny. The girl fell to her knees and looked straight ahead at the cock she still held in her hand.

"Go ahead, baby," her mother said, "put it in your mouth."

Jenny did as she was told. She was bobbing up and down on her daddy's dick. Rob looked down and moaned. Suddenly, Sarah slapped the side of his face. Hard. "Don't you fucking cum until I get my chance," she ordered. Then she dropped down beside Jenny and opened her mouth.

Jenny pulled her mouth off her dad's member then directed the cock toward her mother, just as Sarah had offered her Uncle Peter's dick earlier. Her mom took it all the way down then came up and did it again. While her mother worked on her dad, Jenny got to her feet and started walking back to the bedroom. As she disappeared out the door, Rob stared at her young, round ass. It was too much, and it put him over the top. He came hard into his wife's mouth. She drank it down then stood up.

"What happened?" he asked her.

"Lot's," she replied.

Sarah grabbed his hand and led him out to their bedroom. Jenny was sitting on the bed, her nude body glistening under the overhead light.