Chapter 8

That evening when Anne returned from work, Shannon sat watching TV in her cheerleading uniform. Anne came in dressed in a black skirt, a white sweater, white high heels and dark hose.

"Mr. Martin wants you to call him," Shannon said.

"He does?"

"Yeah, he wants some more pictures."

"Already?"

"That's what he said—me in my uniform and stuff."

"Do you want to?" Anne asked.

"Sure, he's gonna pay us."

"Did he say how much?"

"You're supposed to call him, Mom."

Anne went to the phone and dialed Mr. Martin.

"Mr. Martin, you wanted me to call?"

"I wanted to come over and do some more pictures of Shannon."

"I see. And when did you want to do that?"

"Tonight, right away."

Shannon listened to the conversation, thinking about her earlier interlude with Mr. Martin, how he jacked off his big prick to her.

"How much?" Anne asked.

"Another thousand?"

"Well, I suppose. Let me ask Shannon."

Anne held the receiver away and yelled over at Shannon. "Is a thousand dollars okay?"

"Sure!"

"She says it's okay, Mr. Martin."

"I'll be over in a little while then," he said.

When the man showed up, he had his young nephew with him.

Danny was about Shannon's age, a handsome young lad, thin, wiry, with blond hair.

He introduced him to Anne and Shannon. Anne was a bit uneasy. She asked Mr. Martin to meet with her in the kitchen.

"You didn't say anything about bringing a young boy with you."

"I hoped you wouldn't mind. I thought he would like Shannon."

"What have you got in mind?"

"Whatever happens," he said. "Look, I'll give you five hundred just for yourself, extra ... let him stay, okay?"

"Well, I don't like it, but ... all right."

They went back in, and Shannon posed sexily in her uniform as Mr. Martin snapped pictures.

Anne sat on the couch with Danny, and they watched.

Mr. Martin had Shannon sit in a big easy chair, sprawled back, her panties off, her legs apart. She looked incredibly sexy. He took several pictures, having her strip as they went along until she was nude except for her tennies and knee socks.

Mr. Martin had a huge hard-on.

Danny was sitting next to Anne. She glanced down and saw his young cock spiking out his jeans. Then she looked back at her daughter all splayed out in the chair, rubbing on her pussy while Mr. Martin took pictures.

"You shouldn't have your hand between your legs like that, Shannon," Anne said.

"He likes that," Shannon said.

"Well, I don't care. That's lewd."

Shannon stood up. She bent over the chair, showed off her fabulous ass.

Mr. Martin took more pictures. He'd shot four rolls of Polaroid's, snapping shots of Shannon in every conceivable sexy pose that he could fantasize.

Anne didn't complain much about the photos, since she'd gotten an extra five-hundred dollars from Mr. Martin, unknown to her daughter. But then, Shannon had received five hundred of her own earlier that afternoon from the rich Mr. Martin.

Shannon had her hands on the arms of the chair. She was bent over, her ass rumped out beautifully. Mr. Martin put the camera down and fell to his knees behind her. He slashed his wicked tongue up and down the crack of her ass.

"Eeeeeeowwww!" Shannon yelped.

"Hey!" Anne barked.

"Oh, shit!" Shannon cried.

Mr. Martin's tongue slapped wildly up and down the girl's ass, licking, slobbering.

"Stop that!" Anne huffed.

"Nooooo! Don't stop!" Shannon countered. "Don't!"

"Well ... " Anne said.

"Oh, God!" Shannon panted. "Oh, my butt!"

"Does that feel good, Shannon?" her mother asked.

"Ohhh, yeahhhhh, my butt!"

"Jeez!" Danny wheezed, his hand falling to his lap, where he stroked his hard cock bulge.

Mr. Martin cupped Shannon's ass cheeks, spread them, then drove his tongue in a wild wiggle at her assbud.

"Ah! Ohhh! Fuuuuuuck!" Shannon babbled.

"Don't swear like that!" Anne commanded.

She was hot as Shannon, however, her pussy creaming in her pink panties.

Danny couldn't stand the excitement. He unzipped his jeans and took his prick out. He had a nice, handsome seven-inch teen cock that stood up stiffly.

"Oh, my!" Anne gasped. "Put that thing away!"

But he didn't. He started jacking off slowly.

Shannon wiggled her ass back at Mr. Martin. He slapped his tongue up and down her ass crevice, then twirled it at her asshole.

"My ass, my ass, Mom!"

"Oh, darling, does it feel good?"

"Yes, Mom!"

Danny turned to Anne. He lifted her black skirt, pulled it up over her pink panties.

"Don't," Anne whispered.

But Danny was already rubbing her pussy through the panties.

"My butt, shit!" Shannon yelled. "Oh, shit, Mr. Martin! Lick my ass!"

"Oh, Lord!" Anne whispered, spreading her legs, sliding down on the couch, giving Danny more room to rub on her pussy as he stroked his cock.

Anne finally reached over and grabbed the youth's prick. She felt his hot hard-on pulse and throb in her hand.

Shannon looked over and saw Danny rubbing her mother's pussy, saw her mother clutching the young lad's hard prick.

"Oh, jeeeez!" she whimpered.

Mr. Martin, on his knees behind her, was rimming her into a new level of ecstatic delight, his wild tongue wagging and lapping at her ass.

"It's soooo good!" Shannon sobbed joyfully.

"Is it, honey?" Anne gulped, watching the display of passion before her.

"Mmmmm-mmmmm! He's butt-fuckin' me with his tongue!" Shannon yelped.

"Don't talk so dirty, Shannon!" Anne snapped.

"Lemme do that to you," Danny whispered.

"Oh, no, Danny."

"Let him, Mom ... it feels wonderful!" Shannon squealed.

"Well," Anne said.

Danny was already on his knees in front of the couch.

Anne stood up. She lifted her black skirt up to her waist in a bunch of ruffles. She turned around and bent over, hands on her nyloned knees. Her garter straps cut into the creamy lusciousness of her thighs and ass.

Danny ripped her panties down and sloshed his tongue up and down her ass crack.

"Ooooh, ahhhhh!" Anne gasped.

"Good, isn't it?" Shannon panted, wiggling her ass, winding it in lewd semi-circles at Mr. Martin's sloppy tongue.

"Oh, yeah!" Anne answered.

"Tickles good, huh?" Shannon said.

"Yes, yes!"

Mr. Martin twiddled his tongue up Shannon's asshole.

"Ooooooh, shit!" she cried.

"We shouldn't be letting them do this to us," Anne said.

Danny kept licking up and down Anne's ass crack, then he swirled his tongue like a twirling dart at her hot asshole.

"Oh, Gaaaawwwd!" Ann shouted.

"Is he on your butthole, Mom?" Shannon asked.

"Yessssss!" Anne hissed.

"Jeseeeezzz, shit!" Shannon yelled.

"Shit is right!" Anne barked. "Oh, shit, Danny!"

"Oh, shit!" Shannon echoed.

"Oh, damn!" Anne cried.

"Fuck my shithole, Mr. Martin!"

"Don't ... don't ... don't talk so dirty, Shannon!"

"But he is, Mom, he's tongue-fuckin' my shitter!"

"Oh, I knowoooooohhhhh! Gaaawwwd!" Anne sobbed.

Shannon stuffed a finger into her pussy. "I'm gonna finger-fuck too, Mom."

"Yes, yes, okay!" Anne panted.

Shannon diddled her pussy. "You too, okay?"

"All right then," Anne said, and she slugged a finger into her juicing cunt.

Hot action. Wet tongues. Creamy fingers. Tickling delight as mother and daughter both delighted in the joyous ass-licking.

"Oh, shit! I'm gonna cum!" Shannon yelled.

"Are you, baby?"

"Uh-huh ... you too, Mom?"

"Okay! Okay ... I'm gonna ... cum too, Shannon!"

The sloshing sound of tongues filled the room. Rim-job delight as the girls undulated their asses and let the blush of climax slither through them with bristling elation.