Chapter 11
Later that night, Shannon and Anne counted the money they'd made.
"Comes to a little over fifteen hundred," Anne said.
Neither of them mentioned the extra five hundred they'd each received from the rich man next door.
"I get half, remember," Shannon reminded her mother.
"Of course, you do," Anne said, handing Shannon a stack of bills.
"Gee, Mom. We're makin' lots of money. We can pay off all our bills and I can go to college, if this keeps up."
"I know. I just wonder if it will."
"We have to think of some way to make sure it does," Shannon mused.
"Such as?"
"I dunno," Shannon said. "But this is too good to be true."
"He seems to be very rich."
Shannon sipped a Coke. "He makes a fortune in the stock market, I guess. He's real smart."
"He must be good at it."
"Maybe he'd wanna marry you, Mom," Shannon said.
Anne smiled. "I think he'd probably like to marry you more than me, Shannon."
"I'll bet if he could fuck us both all the time, he'd really get hot about it."
"Oh, Shannon! This is all so crazy to begin with," Anne said. "I feel rather awkward about it. You are, after all, my daughter. I shouldn't be involving you in this."
"Why not?"
"It's not right."
"But we wanna get our debts paid off. I wanna go to college. Jeez, we don't wanna be poor all our lives."
"No, I guess not," Anne said.
"Why don't you get him over here, Mom? Get him up in your room. I'll hide in the closet and take some pictures. We can take some, hang on to them. Maybe they'd be worth something later."
"That's blackmail, Shannon."
"Who cares?"
"Well, I do."
"Let's do it!"
After some argument, Anne agreed to her daughter's plan ...
Two days later, Anne invited Mr. Martin over. He had been working in the yard and was all sweaty when he arrived.
Shannon had already hidden in the closet of her mom's bedroom with a camera. She had all the lights on so she wouldn't have to use a flash.
She heard Anne and Dave come up the stairs.
"What did you want, Mrs. Bradley?" he asked.
"I thought you might like to fuck."
He was taken back by her boldness. "Well, sure!"
"I was going shopping today," Anne said, "since it's Saturday."
"Uh-huh."
"Why don't you take a nice shower, put a towel around you and come to my bedroom?"
Mr. Martin agreed and walked to the bathroom.
Anne went to her room.
"You in there, Shannon?" she asked.
"Yes," Shannon whispered.
Anne stripped, then put on a shiny, white garter belt, sweet thin pink panties, a shiny pink bra, sheer dark hose, and a tight, white waist-cincher.
She smiled at Mr. Martin as he walked into the room.
"Wow, you look good!" he whispered.
"I'm glad you like it," Anne cooed sexily.
He walked over and stood in front of her. He drank in her amazing beauty and charm. His cock thumped against the towel, pushing it out, spiking it.
Anne smiled demurely, reached up and pulled the towel loose, threw it to the floor. Dave's cock, hard and stiff, snapped back and slapped at his belly, then wobbled threateningly.
Anne clutched the man's throbbing prick stalk in her hand. She pulled him to her. Her head ducked in. She kissed her bright, red lips on the tip of his cock.
"Ah, baby!" he gasped.
She squeezed his stiff prick, slurped her lips around the prick head, making a circle of red on the shiny knob of his prick.
She slicked his prick in her mouth and began sucking, her red lips gliding in and out, her head bobbing, her eyes flickering up at Dave to see his reaction.
Dave looked down, his mouth open.
Anne reached out with her other hand and clasped his balls, jiggled the big, hot balls on her palm. Her lips continued to slide beautifully in and out on Dave's immense hard-on.
"You're such a good cock-sucker, Anne," he whispered hotly.
She answered this by swirling her tongue around the tip of his prick, drawing back, kissing the tip, licking all around the throbbing cock knob.
"You cock-sucker, sweet prick-sucker, beautiful dick-sucker!" he panted. "God, I love it when you suck my cock like this!"
Anne swilled some spit on the tip of his prick, licked it all over the top, then bobbed in and sucked the stiff hard-on into her mouth, closing her red lips in a circle around the steaming cock stalk.
Dave was intoxicated, breathless, swooning for her hungry mouth, enjoying this early morning blow-job, wanting Anne never to stop the sweet slurping.
Finally, Anne drew back, took his prick out of her mouth, rubbed it all over her freshly roughed cheeks, leaving a trail of spit and pre-cum.
She got a good hold on his cock and her hand started a slow masturbation, an overhand grip, pounding her fist down and back up, slowly, slowly. She took her hand from his prick. It wobbled wildly. She brought her hand to her mouth and spit a big gob of saliva into her palm.
Shannon was on her knees in the closet, hiding behind some dresses. She had a slit through which she could snap pictures.
She was busily taking shots of her mom and Mr. Martin. She was dressed in a little pair of blue shorts and a white top.
The action before her made her cream her shorts. Her pussy was all hot.
I love fucking, she thought. And I love to watch it like this.
She took more pictures. Got a good one of Anne spitting saliva in her palm, then watched as Anne returned her hand to Dave's cock and slicked the bubbling, warm spit all over his pulsing prick, finally fisting it again, then pumping slowly.
"Oh, shit, honey, a hand-job. Are you gonna jack me off?" Mr. Martin panted.
"I might," Anne cooed.
Her hand moved faster. She liked the feel of his hard cock throbbing in her fist, the slick way her hand slid on the cock stalk.
Anne pounded harder, faster.
"Anne, baby, pump my prick ... yeah, like that! Jack on it, honey!"
She got a good stroke going, a chopping, jimjam, a slick-as-shit glide.
His cock head spit a blob of cum that splashed on Anne's tits at the cleavage, dripped, trickled between her big tits into a warm, thick puddle.
"It's squirting!" Anne whispered
"For you," Dave answered.
She jacked faster now, her hand sliding in a fine blur, the feeling so scintillating, so wonderful, that Dave lost his breath for a moment. His heart pounded. His cock throbbed and spit another goop of cum that splashed into Anne's hair. She fucked her fist faster, faster, hammered his cock with hot, hard strokes.
"Oh, shit ... you do that so good, honey," Dave moaned.
"You like it, don't you?" she purred.
"Oh, God yes! Oh, shit yes!"
Anne's hand shook and jiggled. Her jacking stroke made slick slurpy sounds as his cock kept spurting, the jizz hanging from the tip. Anne slicked the cock cream into her hand and jacked wildly now.
"I need some practice jacking," Anne cooed.
"Practice, baby, practice! Please practice on my prick!"
She practiced. Hard fast strokes sent Dave into a deep swoon of passion.
"Shit, here it comes!"
His cock head bloated and a thick stream of hot cum sprayed at Anne. Big blobs of cum splattered her bra, her mouth, her cheeks, her hair.
"Honey, baby, Anne!" he shouted. "God, don't stop! Keep jackin', keep pumpin', darling!"
His cock erupted with more cum. Jets of jism splashed from the cock tip and shot through the air at Anne. She jacked faster, harder.
Shannon snapped pictures of Mr. Martin cumming, got some good juicy shots of his creamy explosion. Then she put the camera down.
She unzipped her shorts and pulled them off, got on her knees and started finger-fucking herself.
She wanted to scream out, wanted to join her mom and Mr. Martin. She loved watching his spray of cock cream, and she liked the way her mother pumped his cock.
Mom's good at that, Shannon thought. Men must like to be jerked off.
Shannon decided to remember that lesson. Then her finger found her clit. She twiddled it.
Oh, that's sooooo good, she thought. I need to cum.
And she did.
She experienced a hot flash of tickling pleasure. She had all she could do to keep quiet as the tingling spread through her like hot water.
Cumming, cumming, cumming, she thought to herself.
She watched her mom and Mr. Martin. He was trembling all over, shaking, his cock still spewing cum. Anne pumped his prick, drained him dry, until she was soaked with his cum.
Anne's hand dripped with slimy cum. Her face was covered with cock cream. Big chunks of jizz clung to her hair. She tugged her panties down and showed Mr. Martin her pussy.
"Wanna fuck it?" she whispered.
"You know I do!" he panted.
"Come over here and jerk off to me a little, first," Anne said.
He climbed on the bed.
Anne got up, then she started a slow, sexy bump and grind.
Shannon picked up the camera and started shooting pictures of Mr. Martin jacking off.
"Pump your prick for me!" Anne cooed.
I think these pictures are gonna be worth something, Shannon thought, still spying on them from the closet.