Chapter 13

After they had fucked, Mr. Martin gave Shannon a check for $250.

He smiled brightly and said: "I think I'll call your mother and see about some more pictures. I have some new ideas."

"Why don'tcha, sir? I'll bet she'd like to hear from you again."

Shannon went home, pleased that she had earned some more money.

Anne came home two hours later and had barely settled in with a drink when the phone rang.

Shannon listened, but couldn't tell exactly what was going on.

When Anne hung up, Shannon asked: "What did Mr. Martin want this time?"

"More pictures."

"When?"

"Tomorrow evening."

"What kind?" Shannon asked.

"He said he wanted some of both of us."

"Good," Shannon said. "What did he say about money?"

"He said a thousand dollars again."

"Jeez, good!" Shannon said, smiling.

Anne smiled back.

" *

The next evening, Anne wore a red dress, red high heels, hose, red lipstick and red fingernails. Shannon was instructed by Mr. Martin to dress in a black merry widow, no panties, dark hose, white heels.

They waited for the rich man to arrive. He knocked and then they let him in with his camera. He had a drink and laid ten one-hundred-dollar bills on the table.

"I'd like some of you both," he said.

"Like how?" Anne asked.

"Sitting on the couch."

Shannon looked scrumptious in the tight merry widow. Her tits bulged beautifully in the bra cups. Her pussy was like a sweet brownie, fresh from the oven.

She sat down beside her mother on the couch.

"Pull up your dress, Mrs. Bradley," Mr. Martin instructed.

Anne hiked the red dress over the nylons, up on her waist, and revealed white garter straps, white garter belt, and pink panties.

Mother and daughter sat next to each other, and Mr. Martin snapped some pictures.

"Take your panties off, Mrs. Bradley, will you?"

Anne obeyed, slid her pink dainties down and off, showed her rich thick thatch of pussy hair. Both ladies sat with their legs set wide apart.

Mr. Martin proceeded to take many pictures of Anne and Shannon in various sexy poses until finally Anne was stripped down to a shiny pink bra, white garter belt, nylons, and red high heels. Shannon was still in her black merry widow, her big teener tits sitting up over the top in a juicy, supple display.

Mr. Martin then produced a huge dildo from his camera bag. It was a splendid, thick, two-foot-long rubber prick with a cock head on each end.

"I want you to play with this, girls," he whispered.

"You gotta be kiddin'," Anne gasped.

"No, I'm not."

"Jeez," Shannon put in.

"No way, not with my daughter!" Anne snapped.

"I would certainly pay more," Mr. Martin offered.

"No!" Anne huffed.

"Another thousand dollars," he said.

"Jeez, Mom, uh ... maybe we better think about it," Shannon whispered.

"No," Anne repeated.

Mr. Martin pulled out his wallet and laid another thousand dollars on the table, on top of the first thousand.

"How's that?" he said.

Anne hesitated.

Shannon looked longingly at the money.

"It's okay—you can put it in me, Mom," she said.

"Are you sure?" Anne asked.

"Uh-huh."

"Well ... okay," Anne said.

The woman took the dildo, and standing with Shannon, she held it in both hands and rubbed the rubber prick up and down her daughter's pussy slit.

Mr. Martin started taking pictures.

"Ooooh, jeez!" Shannon whispered.

"I can stop," Anne said.

"No—go ahead, put it in," Shannon urged.

Anne shoved the dildo into Shannon's cunt and started fucking it in and out slowly.

"Aw, ooooh, poooooffff!" Shannon babbled.

"Damn," Anne said. "We shouldn't."

"Oh, fuck it, Mom. Go ahead, fuck me with that big thing!"

"Shannon, stop talking so nasty!"

"But do it!"

"Like this?" Anne asked, and she gave her daughter sweet, slow fuck-strokes with the big rubber cock.

"Yeahhhhh!" Shannon sighed.

"Now, you put it in too, Mrs. Bradley. Then fuck each other."

Anne manipulated the dildo and got the other end into her own cunt. Now mom and daughter stood connected by the big rubber cock.

Shannon put her arms around Anne's shoulders. Anne put her hands on Shannon's hips.

They started fucking.

"Oh, yes!" Mr. Martin panted, flashing off pictures.

"Mom, we're fuckin'," Shannon whispered.

"I know, darling! I know!"

"Aw, shit, shit, shit!"

"Don't talk so bad, honey."

"But, look, Mom, look! We're fuckin' each other!"

"I know, baby."

"Fuck me, Mom!"

"Gawwwwd, I can't believe we're doing this," Anne whispered.

"Fuck me!" Shannon demanded.

Anne humped harder and faster. Shannon fucked back.

"You're fucking me too, Shannon."

"I know. We're really fuckin', Mom."

"Mmmm, whewfff, Shannon!" Anne babbled.

"Feel good, Mom?"

"Yes!"

Mr. Martin snapped more pictures of the beautiful sight—Anne and Shannon humping, standing up, fucking each other with the long, thick dildo.

Shannon leaned in and kissed her mom. Anne kissed back. Shannon reached down and cupped Anne's ass, fucking her cunt harder on the dildo.

"We're fuckin' good," Shannon whispered.

"Let's cum, then."

"Okay, okay," Shannon panted.

"Fuck faster, then!" Anne urged.

They bumped, humped and pumped until they both felt the hot surge of orgasm.

"Now, I'm cummin' now!" Shannon cried.

"Cum, baby, cum!" Anne yelled.

That was what they did, riding the dildo to the plateaus of pleasure, where they shook and shuddered with the grand sensations of climax.