The Golf Lessons

                                by Tempest

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The material herein is fictional and is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. It contains themes of incest and underage sexual activities. If you are offended by (or it is illegal for you to read) sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in the story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone nor endorse any of the activities described in this story.
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MF, Mf 13, MFf 13, Ff 13, 1st, Mother/Daughter, con, incest, pedo, romantic.

Ethan Jeffries, golf pro, is asked my Gwen to give lessons to her thirteen-year-old daughter Brooke. However, they aren't the kind of lessons he expected to give.

Word Count: 13,027

Published: 10 29 2018

Chapter One

I had just finished showing a twelve-year-old African-American Tiger Woods wannabe the rudimentaries of a golf grip when I saw my Thursday morning ten o'clock get out of her Mercedes. She was a stunning five foot two, blue-eyed blonde with a figure to die for, and my cock swelled in anticipation of today's lesson. If it followed the usual pattern, there would be ten minutes of showing her the correct stance with her insisting I show her how to hold her hips a third time so I could fondle her stupendous ass, followed by fifty minutes in my private living quarters behind the pro shop going through the rudiments of fucking.

I had six such clients—all obtained through word of mouth. It seems as if these rich, bored housewives talk about their extracurricular sexual activities over their morning coffee or their weekly bridge game or their tennis game. Of course, I was okay with that since the large tip on top of the fifty dollars an hour teaching fee was always welcome. The fact that I was a twenty-six-year-old good-looking guy with a decent body that I kept in shape twice a week at the gym in the country club where I was the golf pro, certainly helped.


I had just finished getting dressed as Shirley, my ten o'clock kissed me, and slipped a couple of hundred dollar bills in my hand.

"Same time next week, Ethan," she said.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," I replied.

As she was getting into her car, she asked me a favor, "I have a good friend who wants some of your special golf lessons."

"Of course, Shirley, always glad to oblige."

"But she's a little older than you're used to; she's forty-seven, but doesn't look it."

"As long as she's not fat, I don't care about her age."

"Oh, you won't be disappointed, trust me. Bye, sweetie, see you next Thursday," she said, blowing me a kiss.

I was busy restocking the gloves when Brian, the kid who drives the machine that recovers the balls off the driving range, came into the shop with four baskets of range balls. He put them with the others on the rack by the door.

"There's a woman with a girl out by the putting green looking for you, boss," he said.

"Okay, thanks, Brian. Go ahead and take your break."

I walked out to the putting green, where a woman and a girl stood talking. The girl was tall and slender at five-four, with long dusky-blonde hair tied loosely with a white bow at the nape of her neck. She was quite beautiful with an oval face, a medium-sized nose that had a small bump a third the way down; she had full lips, and a Milky Way of summer freckles across the top of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her narrow waist flared out into nicely developing hips.

I extended my hand to the woman who I assumed was her mother, and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Ethan Jeffries, the golf pro. Brian said you were looking for me."

She shook my hand; she seemed to be a little nervous, and I had no idea why. She was almost a spitting image of her daughter—taller at five-six with the same color hair, green eyes, and fine facial features.

"I'm Gwen Masters," she said, "and this is my thirteen-year-old daughter, Brooke."

I proffered my hand to Brooke who shook it firmly. "Hello, Brooke," I said. She also seemed a little nervous, but I put that down to meeting someone for the first time.

"Brooke wants to learn how to play golf and I've heard that you're a good teacher."

"I hope to think I am; I have a list of regular clients."

"As it's summer break, I can drop Brooke off each day at say ten, and pick her up at noon. Will that work out?"

"Well I have a ten o'clock on Thursdays but I can let Brooke work on her putting, and I won't charge you for the hour."

"Okay, thanks. Can she start tomorrow?"

"That'll be fine Mrs. Masters. My fee is fifty dollars an hour if that's okay."

"Yes, that'll be okay. I'll give her my Visa card tomorrow so she can get shoes and some clubs."

"Of course, and as she's going to have daily lessons, I'll give you a ten percent discount on the clubs and such."

"Thanks, Mr. Jeffries," Gwen said.

Brooke gave me a shy smile, and they walked back to their car. Brooke smiled again just before she got in the passenger seat. I don't know why, but my cock started to grow at the thought of teaching Brooke how to hold a golf club since positioning and movement of the hips is an essential element of a golf swing.


Chapter Two

The next morning at five to ten, Brooke walked into the shop. She was wearing what looked like white tennis shorts and a white ribbed cotton top that molded to her petite breasts. My cock twitched at the sight.

"Well, good morning, Brooke," I said.

"Morning, Mr. Jeffries," she replied.

"Please call me, Ethan," I said. "Why don't you sit down and we'll see about a pair of golf shoes."

She sat down. I knelt before her, undid the laces to her sneakers, and took them off. In doing so, I held her slender calves in my other hand and I felt her shudder. In the process of trying on golf shoes, the act of holding her foot and calve caused blood to flow south; I was glad I wore loose cargo shorts since it hid most of the bulge of my erection, but I saw Brooke cast a glance or two at my groin area.

With the right size golf shoes on, I grabbed a putter off the rack, and we went outside. I stood behind Brooke and showed her the correct way to grip the club. As I did so, my forearms pushed against her breasts, and I felt that shudder again. She kept getting the grip wrong and it finally dawned on me that she was doing it wrong deliberately just so I could press her breasts.

That realization both excited me and scared the shit out of me. Although I enjoyed looking at the female form and partaking of the delights of a female body, my thoughts had never turned to girls. This was a thirteen-year-old and any sort of sexual contact is highly illegal. A good friend of mine and golfing buddy was caught by his wife having sex with his fourteen-year-old niece. He got twenty-five years even though it was his niece who instigated their affair. He would have gotten a lighter sentence if he'd committed murder. Go figure.

I couldn't help myself since the thrill of getting to do things with an underage girl was urgent. I let go of her hands and stood in front of her.

"I think you've got it, don't you, Brooke?"

Brooke liked Ethan the moment she saw him. He was handsome, and she could see that he had a toned body under his teeshirt.

"Er . . . I think so, Ethan," she replied, feeling a bit guilty pretending not to understand how to grip the club, but the thrill of his muscular arms pressing against her breasts made her pussy throb.

"Okay; now let's work on your stance, since stance is one, if not the most important, aspect of golf.

I stood behind her again. "Okay, Brooke, now hold the club and put its head on the grass." She did as I instructed.

"Good. Now open your legs so your feet are about eighteen inches apart."

I had my hands on her hips keeping them from moving while I showed her how to rotate just her shoulders when she swung the putter. My cock was now at full staff.

"That's right, Brooke, swing your arms like they're a pendulum."

I left her on the putting green with a basket of balls while I taught my ten o'clock. Fortunately, this was a genuine lesson and not the ten-minute variety with the remaining fifty minutes in my bed.

I worked with Brooke for the last hour of the two-hour lesson on her swing. We started with a pitching wedge, and again, as with the putter, my arms brushed the side of her breasts. I even pressed my erection against her stupendous ass. I thought I detected a slight pushback on her part, but it could have been just wishful thinking on my part.

When our session was over, we sat outside the pro shop and talked.

"Thanks for the lessons, Ethan," she said. "I think I'm going to like golf."

"I like teaching you, you're a quick study."

I changed the subject when I asked, "Your mother is quite beautiful, just like you."

She gave me a shy smile. Thanks," she said.

"Does your father play golf?"

She was quiet for a few moments. "Daddy was killed almost a year ago." She started to sob, so I put my arm around her shoulders; she laid her head on my chest.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Brooke."

She pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and dabbed her eyes.

"S'okay. I miss him so much. It was strange really when you were standing behind me teaching me how to grip the club and pressing my boobs. You smelled just like he did. I'm not sure if it's the cologne or just your manly smell."

"Sorry about the boob thing, I didn't mean to," I said, although I knew full well I had enjoyed it. "I sometimes have to get a little close to make sure your body is in the correct position."

"S'okay, I liked it. It reminded me of him; he used to come up behind me, put his arms around me, cup my boobs and squeeze them."

What she was sharing with me both surprised me and excited me. Brooke's a beautiful and desirable girl and I would be lying to myself if I said I didn't want to have sex with her. The vein of this conversation was moving in an exciting direction.

"So you and your father did things together?"

"Uh-huh. I was five when Daddy first started. He always would tuck me into bed at night and read me a story. Then one night he kissed me on my lips before saying goodnight. He began doing it every night, and the kisses got longer. I really enjoyed our kissing, it made my pussy tingle."

I had no idea why she was opening up to me, but I was enjoying it immensely. I couldn't wait to hear what they did together.

"The first time we French kissed was incredible. He loved it when I would suck his tongue or lower lip. This went on for about a month until one night as we were kissing, he started rubbing my nipples under my nightdress. I remember them getting hard, and it felt nice. That became our nightly ritual if you will. I started lifting my nightie up so he could stimulate them.

"I think I surprised him the first time I did that. Then he did something one night that made me feel really, really good. He started sucking my nipples and licking them. After a few minutes of doing that, they were tingling like crazy. I loved it when he nipped them between his lips."

Just then Brooke's mother pulled into the parking lot in her dark-blue Lexus SUV and tooted the horn, ending Brookes narrative. Gwen got out and came over to where we were sat. I stood and offered her my hand. She shook it.

"So. How did Brooke do today?" she asked.

"She's a quick learner. I think by the end of the week she'll be using a pitching wedge."

Gwen smiled. "You give lessons to Shirley Evans, don't you."

"That's right. You know Shirley?"

"Yes, we play bridge together, and she recommended you to me to teach Brooke." Gwen smiled after she told me that.

That remark intrigued me and got me wondering just what it was that Shirley had recommended.

"Oh, okay," I said.

Brooke got up, and mother and daughter turned to leave.

"Gwen, hold up," I said and went inside the shop, and retrieved Gwen's Visa card and receipt.

"I'll keep Brooke's shoes here if that's okay," I said as I handed Gwen her card and receipt.

"Thank you, Ethan, that'll be fine."

"Bye, Ethan," Brooke said with a shy smile.

"See you tomorrow, Brooke."


Chapter Three

The next day I cut the lesson fifteen minutes short, so Brooke could continue her conversation since I was eager to hear what she and her father did.

We were sat on the bench. "Brooke, you want to pick up where you left off yesterday?"

"Okay. I think I was telling you how I pulled my nightie up so Daddy could suck my tiny nipples. I looked forward to him tucking me in, and making me feel really nice. I think it was a month later; he was busy sucking my nipples when I felt his warm hand on my tummy, rubbing it. His hand got a little lower, touching the hem of my panties. I had no idea what he was doing, but a few minutes later his hand slipped a little lower, and he was now rubbing the top of my pussy.

"Open your legs baby," he said. "I'll remember those words forever. I knew what he was about to do was supposed to be bad since Mom had sat me down, and told me about things bad people might want to do, and touching me between my legs—touching my coochie as I used to call it was a big no-no.

"But he was my Daddy, and I knew my Daddy was not a bad man, so it was okay. I opened my legs, and he started to rub my pussy through the cotton of my panties. I began to feel new sensations in my body, and I liked what I was feeling. I didn't know about orgasms or what my clit was for, but that night he gave me my first orgasm.

"Then for some reason, he stopped doing that. He would still kiss me on my lips but didn't touch me . . . you know down there. I didn't know why and as a five-year-old, I thought he'd stopped loving me. I kept asking him if he still loved me and of course, he said he did. I would take his hand and move it down between my legs and ask him to make me feel good. He started doing it again, and that made me so happy.

"As time went by, I started going to bed without wearing panties, and one night when I was six, he gave me an orgasm with his tongue. I nearly passed out I was so aroused."

I thought it was time to interject an adult perspective.

"I appreciate you opening up to me. Brooke, and sharing your experiences with me, but I have to ask if your mother knew what your father was doing with you?"

"Yeah, she did. At first, when he started kissing me, I didn't say anything, but when he began sucking my little nipples, I asked Mom if it was okay that Daddy was doing that. She said to let Daddy do whatever he wanted because he loved me, and wanted to make me feel good."

Gwen arrived and once again curtailed Brooke's exciting narrative. That afternoon I got a call from Gwen. It was a phone call that would change my life forever.


"Hi Gwen, how can I help you," I said as I answered her call.

"Ethan, can we meet somewhere?"

I told myself. I was in deep doo-doo. Gwen had found out that Brooke was telling me family secrets.

"Yes, Gwen, how about that bistro on Melrose? I'd love to buy you dinner."

"No, Ethan, I'll buy you dinner."

"Okay, but only if you twist my arm."

That evening at six-thirty, I met Gwen at Manny's Bistro. I never knew that Manny was an Italian name, but I didn't care since his food was to die for.

"Thanks for agreeing to meet with me, Ethan," Gwen said after we were seated by Manny himself. Gwen didn't care for our original table and asked for a more secluded one. Manny, ever the bon homme, seated us near the rear of his restaurant.

"I'm intrigued, Gwen, you sounded sorta secretive about our meeting."

"It's about Brooke."

I went on the defensive. "Sorry, Gwen, I didn't mean to touch her breasts. It was an accident. I hope you believe me."

She waved her hand dismissively. "It's not about that. When I was talking to Shirley, she happened to mention that if I ever needed the company of a man who knew how to please a woman, I should contact you."

I'm sure I blushed.

She put her hand on mine. "Sorry, didn't mean to embarrass you."

"That's okay. Shirley is a very—how shall I put it—a very enthusiastic woman."

"I'm sure that by now, Brooke has told you about the relationship that she enjoyed with her father."

"Well, she told me about the time when she was five when he would read her bedside stories and stuff."

Gwen lowered her voice as she said, "She and Tom—that's my late husband—enjoyed a sexual relationship. You see, and this is a little embarrassing for me, I could never have orgasms. My neurologist said it was a very rare condition and Tom was upset that maybe it was his fault. He loved me so much that he married me anyway knowing that he could never please me in that way.

"When Brooke was born, he was ecstatic. As she got older, he got worried that perhaps the problem I had was hereditary. I told him to work with Brooke to see if it was or not. When he told me he brought her to an orgasm for the first time I was over the moon. He asked if he should stop, and I said it was probably a good idea. But Brooke being Brooke was having none of it. So, he developed this wonderful relationship with her that was brutally interrupted with his tragic death."

I saw a tear form in her eyes that she quickly dried with her handkerchief as our meals arrived.

After dinner, we sat at our table finishing off the rest of our bottle of Ruffino Chianti.

"Brooke really does want to be good at golf, but when I found out that you offered—how shall I put it—more intense instruction? She agreed to see if she liked you. She is over the moon, she talked about no one else after her first lesson. It was a sort of try-out, if you will. She likes you a lot and this is what I'm leading up to. Will you be prepared to—not to take the place of her daddy—but be her teacher in the finer points of lovemaking."

To say I was—as the British put it—gobsmacked, was an understatement. Here was this mother asking me to make love to her thirteen-year-old-daughter for Christ's sake.

"I don't know what to say, Gwen. I have never had a request like this before. Is Brooke a . . . a virgin, or did her father take her virginity?"

"That's the sad part really. They were going to take the final step in their relationship that weekend. He was killed on that Friday afternoon."

"That is so sad."

"Will you come to our house for dinner this coming Friday evening, say around six?"

"I'd love to, Gwen."

"Okay, I'll text you the address and the gate code."

Chapter Four

I punched in the four-digit code to the gated community entrance. Five minutes later, I pulled into Gwen's driveway. I looked up at the house. "My God," I said to myself, "this place is huge."

It was indeed, and to say I was impressed after Gwen took me for a tour of the place was an understatement. It had a master suite, six guest bedrooms with en-suites—one of which was Brooke's and she was proud to show it to me. The ground floor had a huge two-story great room, chef's kitchen where her private chef was busy preparing dinner; there was a large dining room and family room.

"Wow, is all I can say, Gwen. You have a beautiful home."

"Thanks, Ethan. We thought of selling it after Tom died, but we have so many good memories here we couldn't do it."

Brooke was all bubbly over dinner; she sat next to me, and she kept touching my leg with her foot the whole time. I wondered if this was the night I was to take her virginity, but Gwen took me aside before dinner as we drank cocktails on the terrace overlooking the large swimming pool. She told me that Brooke wanted to, but Gwen had told her to take things slow and enjoy the seduction. I wasn't sure if I was the one supposed to be seducing Brooke or if Brooke was supposed to be seducing me.

"Would you like to spend the weekend with us?" Gwen asked as we sat on the terrace nursing our after-dinner drinks.

"I'd love to Gwen, I have a clear calendar this weekend since it was my weekend off. I get one a month."

"Maybe you can give Brooke some lessons as we have a par three hole on the property."

"That sounds like a plan," I replied.


Later that evening, as I lay in a king-sized bed in one of the guest rooms, I heard the door open, and a shape slipped into the room closing the door quietly. The room was dark, but as the shape past the window, there was enough moonlight for me to see that it was Gwen and she wore a white silk kimono that she quickly shed, and slipped under the covers.

"You okay with this?" she asked.

This was indeed a pleasant surprise. Was I going to have sex the mother as well as with the daughter—every man's dream?

"Of course, Gwen, but this is a surprise considering what you told me about your inability to orgasm."

"I may not be able to cum, but that's no reason that I can't make you cum. I used to love giving Tom blowjobs," she said as she grasped my already semi-erect cock. "If you are going to take my daughter's virginity then at the least I get to see what your lovemaking is like."

I groaned as she lowered her mouth over the end of my hard cock and started to suck. She kneeled at my side, so I slid my hand between her legs and felt her smooth hairless mons. There was no trace of stubble, so I assumed she had what they called a Brazilian wax job. I loved women who shaved, but sometimes, if it had been a few days since they did, the stubble was annoying. I was enjoying Gwen's smooth vulva, and as I slipped a finger inside her slit, pushing her plump labia aside, I felt her wetness.

The tip of my finger found her very wet hole, and she moaned on my cock as I penetrated her. I lay there finger fucking her as she gave me one of the very best blowjobs I'd ever received. I hoped she was going to let me cum in her mouth and a few minutes later I was not disappointed. My cock swelled and pulsed as I shot my first load of cum into her waiting mouth. She swallowed as the second load entered her mouth, splashing against the back of her throat. She was good; she was very good, and she never spilled a drop as she squeezed my shaft, milking every last drop of my semen.

"Good lord, Gwen. That has to be the best blowjob I've ever received, and I've had a few."

She licked her lips and replied, "Thanks, Ethan, I never disappointed Tom. And I like the taste of your cum."

"I'd love to eat your pussy," I said.

She lay beside me on her back and said, "Be my guest."

I lay there for a moment enjoying the sight of Gwen's gorgeous pussy. Her smooth, bald mons rose prominently between her bony hips; her clitoral hood was visible at the top of her slit. A small amount of her white creamy secretions lying at the dark entrance to her vagina was glistening in the moonlight.

"You've got a beautiful pussy Gwen; I love that you wax."

"Yes, I hate shaving, and the stubble afterward is uncomfortable."

I parted her labia with my thumb and finger, exposing her long well defined inner labia and the pink pearl of her clitoris nestling in its protective cowl. A few licks of my tongue and a couple of sucks from my lips soon teased it out. It had now doubled in size. I couldn't resist dipping my tongue into her honey pot; I was rewarded with her nectar—sweet, musky, a hint of sweat and a tincture of jasmine bath oil. An incredibly potent brew.

Two fingers found her opening, inserted to the second knuckle, curling, rubbing the inside of her vagina. She was moaning now at the pleasure I was bestowing on her sensitive G-spot. It occurred to me that maybe she had never had her G-spot massaged and could that be why she couldn't climax?

I could feel her butt and legs start to jerk a little as I gently stroked her G-spot with the pads of my two fingers, all the time working on her large clit with my lips and tongue. Her moans became louder and more urgent as I worked both love buttons. She grabbed my head and pushed my face hard against her crotch as she ground her pussy into my mouth.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she cried; her back arched, pushing her pussy hard into my face.

Her slender thighs gripped my head as her whole body convulsed. It was as if she was having an epileptic fit, her body shook so violently. This continued for a good minute, and then she started to calm; her body relaxed, and she released the pressure of her thighs on the sides of my head. Her breathing slowed, and she licked moisture into her dry lips; she opened her eyes and looked at me with so much emotion that she started crying.

I lay with her in my arms as she sobbed; she held me tight, pulling her body against mine, pressing her firm breasts against my chest. She finally stopped crying and kissed me on my mouth. I felt her body quiver.

"Thank you, Ethan," she said with a shaky voice, almost breaking into tears again. "You don't know how much that means to me to have my very first orgasm. I never ever thought I could climax. I don't know how you did it, but I'd like to keep you around," she said between sobs of joy.

"I don't know, Gwen; maybe it was the combination of stimulating your G-spot and your quite large clit."

"Yeah, it does get big doesn't it."

She felt my cock. "You're hard again. You think you could manage another?"

"I don't know; let's try."

She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. She grasped my cock between her thumb and finger and guided it to her opening. She lowered herself a little and sat there with her hands on my waist, enjoying the sensation of having my cockhead inside her. She moved her hips around in a small circle while at the same time lowering herself, impaling herself on my cock.

As she scrubbed back and forth on my cock, I squeezed her breasts, marveling at how firm they were. From my experience with women who'd had children, their pussies were usually the first to suffer—losing its tightness, followed by their breasts that started to sag and lose the firmness of youth. Gwen had neither issue; her pussy, although not tight, was snug enough to give good friction; her breasts, although showing a crease on the underside where they met her chest, were still firm and full. Her nipples were large, and her quarter-size areolas were dark and crinkled.

I surprised myself as I felt the stirrings of another orgasm deep in my bowels. An arousing warmth spread throughout my groin, and my ball sack drew up tight as I felt my cock swell for the second time that evening.

"Oh gawd," I cried as I climaxed, spurting a decent load of cum into her vagina. I was soon spent though, and my cock rapidly softened.

We lay there in each other's arms talking until we both fell into a deep and satisfying sleep.


Chapter Five

Gwen was up before me the next morning. I looked at the alarm clock; it said 8:43. I never sleep in, but given that I'd cum twice the previous night I was not surprised. I took a quick shower, got dressed and went downstairs. Gwen and Brooke were in an animated discussion in the kitchen. When they saw me, they both smiled. Brooke came over, put her arms around my neck and kissed me on my mouth. "Thanks," she whispered. Gwen was next and gave me an extra hug.

"Last night was amazing, Ethan," she said. "Thank you."

"I'd love a cup of coffee," I said.

"Coming right up," Gwen said. "Why don't you go and sit on the terrace and I'll bring it out to you."

A few moments later Gwen came outside and handed me a cup of steaming hot coffee. I thanked her. She sat next to me at the large, round teak table under a huge canvas umbrella. We sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the steam rise off the heated swimming pool.

She looked at me and said, "I still can't believe what happened last night. To think that I asked you to spend the weekend here so you could take my daughter's virginity and you ended up giving me my first orgasm. How ironic is that—two firsts?"

"I'm glad I did, I'm happy for you Gwen."

"Of course, you know what that means don't you?"

"I'm going to spend a lot of nights at your house?"

"If Brooke is like I was when I lost my virginity, she's going to need some attention as well."

"But I thought . . . "

"Even though I couldn't climax, I still loved sex. Strange isn't it? I think I just loved the feeling when Tom penetrated me, feeling his penis inside me, filling me up. I loved to feel him spurt inside me or sometimes in my mouth."

"You girls are gonna be the death of me."

Gwen chuckled. "I'm sure there would be a lot of men who would gladly trade places with you."

"Is Brooke ready for tonight?" I asked.

"She's as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. I told her just now that she was going to enjoy making love with you since you are so gentle. I still find it hard to believe I've asked you to have sex with my little girl—to take her most precious gift—her virginity."

"You don't think she's going to regret giving it to me if later on she meets someone and falls in love?"

"You know, Ethan, that's what I like about you. We've had that conversation many times when her dad was still alive, and he said the very same thing. She loved her father and enjoyed the sex with him, but it wasn't because she loved him so much that she wanted to give him her virginity. It was more from that she didn't want to be inexperienced when she met someone and fell in love.

"If you look at it from a guy's perspective, he doesn't stay a virgin just so he can give his virginity to a girl he falls in love with. No, girls expect a guy to be experienced sexually when they go to bed with them for the first time. They want them to know how to please a girl, and Brooke thinks the same way—she wants to know how to please a man."

"I guess that ma . . . " I stopped mid-word, as Brooked walked out of the house naked, carrying a magazine in one hand and glass of orange juice in the other. "Good lord," I said.

Brooke's perfect B-cup breasts with their dime-size areolas and small red nipples, moved seductively as she walked to our table. Her prominent mons had a sparse patch of dusky-blonde hair that was just above the tight slit formed by her plump, hairless labia—only the thin ridge of her clitoral hood showing.

Gwen smiled and said, "I told her to be a little tease today."

Brooke's hips swayed gently as she approached and smiled at me. She sat next to me and crossed her long slender legs, hiding any trace of her vulva.

"Good God, Brooke, you have one gorgeous and very sexy body," I said.

She gave me a shy smile. "Thanks."

As she sat reading a teen magazine and sipping her orange juice, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her body. Brooke was the complete package—beautiful, sexy, with a gorgeous body. I looked at her breasts, two perfect swells the size of half oranges. Her areolas had darkened and stippled from her arousal at being naked in front of only the second man in her young life. Her nipples had reacted to her arousal as well since they were now like red beads.

Brooke glanced over at Ethan looking at her naked breasts; a tingle ran from her nipples to her pussy as she saw the telltale bulge in his pants. She wondered how big it was, and whether it would hurt as he penetrated her. The thought of losing her virginity to the very good-looking man sat next to her, sent a shudder through her body.

She put her magazine on the table, got up from her seat and walked to the pool edge. She bent over to ostensibly test the temperature of the water, but also to give Ethan a good look at her plump vulva between her legs.

My gaze followed her, and I gasped as I saw her perfect peach-shaped pussy squashed between her slim thighs. I saw Gwen look at her daughter; she smiled at me.

"You like what you see, Ethan?" she asked.

"Pinch me, Gwen; I think I've died and gone to heaven," I replied. Brooke slipped into the pool and was now effortlessly swimming laps.

"She is beautiful, isn't she?" Gwen said.

"Gwen, I don't think beautiful is a strong enough adjective. The word stupendous comes to mind. I have to say that you are the most gorgeous mother and daughter I've ever met."

"Well, thanks for that compliment. I like to stay in shape. I think I have a decent body for a thirty-six-year-old mother."

"Don't sell yourself short Gwen, you've got a gorgeous body, and you're beautiful to boot."

"Not stupendous?" she said teasingly.

"I . . . I didn't mean . . . "

She put her hand on my arm and said, "I was just playing with you, Ethan."

Brooke came out of the pool; water ran off her chest and shed off her breasts; water ran down her plump vulva and down her slender legs. She picked up a towel and began to dry herself. I was transfixed watching her rub her breasts that didn't seem to move much. I almost shot a load inside my underwear as she put one foot on the chair and proceeded to dry her pussy and the inside of her thighs. When she was dry, she picked up a tube of sunscreen and handed it to me.

"Would you put some lotion on me please?"

I took the tube, and as I stood up, I saw Gwen look at the large bulge in my pants and smiled. Brooke lay on her front on the chaise. I knelt beside, her and squeezed a generous amount of sunscreen into the palm of my hand then began to rub it all over her back and shoulders. A second glob took care of the backs and insides of her legs. My finger briefly touched her pussy lips, causing a small gasp to escape Brooke's lips. Her buttocks were firm under my touch as I applied lotion.

I patted those gorgeous orbs. "Turn, please," I instructed.

She had on dark sunglasses, but I'm sure she was watching me as I rubbed lotion on the front of her legs and tummy. Another palmful of lotion took care of her breasts, which as I noticed earlier as she walked, were quite firm.

"All done," I said.

"You've missed a spot," she replied. "You want my pussy to get sunburn?"

I uncapped the tube and squeezed a little into my palm and rubbed her prominent mons, letting my middle finger trace her tight slit. As the tip of my finger rubbed over her clitoral hood, I felt her whole body shudder.

"Thanks," she said. "I hope you'll explore more of me tonight," she whispered.

"You can take that to the bank," I whispered back.

Chapter Six

Dinner, cooked by Gwen, was delicious. Throughout the meal, Brooke, who sat across from me, kept rubbing my thigh with her bare foot. It was the first time I'd eaten dinner with a raging erection. We watched a movie and at nine I said I was turning in. I wished them both goodnight, knowing full well that it was definitely going to be a good night. I showered, lying on top of the sheets wearing just a pair of boxers covering my turgid cock when the door opened. Brooke walked in.

She was wearing very sexy underwear. The bra was made almost entirely of white lace–only the straps, the sides, and back were solid silk. I could see her dark areolas through the thin material of the cups which offered no support. From what I saw and felt at the pool she didn't need any. The matching bikini-cut panties had lace panels front and back with solid silk sides and a cotton gusset. The patch of dusky-blonde pubic hair was clearly visible. She walked to where I was no sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You look stunning, Brooke. I love your very sexy virginal underwear."

"I wanted to get red underwear, but Mom said white was more appropriate."

"I agree, red tends to inflame the passions, but the pure white is like virginal snow, and trust me, the idea of you giving me your virginity will most certainly inflame my passion."

She gave me one of her shy smiles.

"May I remove your underwear? I want to look at your gorgeous naked body again. I couldn't take my eyes off you today at the pool."

"Yeah, I noticed," she said smiling.

She stepped closer, so she was standing between my knees. I reached behind and fumbled with the bra fastener like a schoolboy. I think manufacturers of bras make the unfastening akin to trying to escape a straightjacket on purpose, yet it only takes one hand for a woman to do it—go figure. I finally managed to unhook it and pulled the straps off her shoulders; her bra slipped off her arms and I put it on the nearby chair.

Next came her panties; I slipped my thumbs into the elastic waist, and slowly drew them down over her hips; I let go, gravity took over, and they fell to the carpeted bedroom floor. She stepped out of them; I picked them up and brought the gusset to my nose and inhaled. I was almost light-headed with the aroma of Brooke's vulva. It was both sweet and earthy with a hint of jasmine–probably bath oil.

The panties joined her bra; I put my hands on her slim, but womanly hips, and drew her closer. She rested her hands on my shoulders as I sucked each of her nipples in turn, feeling them swell and harden. Her hands were in my hair as sucked and licked her nipples. I could taste a hint of soap on her skin. She was moaning softly. Her nipples were no almost twice their normal size, about the same size as pencil top erasers. She certainly took after her mother in the nipple department.

I stood up. "Why don't you take my boxers off," I offered.

Brooke backed away, tugged my boxers down, and as they cleared my hips and fell to the floor, my cock sprang out. I think it surprised her, as she jumped a little. I sat back on the bed and she just stood there looking at it.

"Go ahead, touch it," I said.

Brooke had seen, touched and sucked her father's cock many many times. But to see one that was going to penetrate her, take her virginity made her a little nervous. She knelt between his knees and grasped the shaft of his cock.

I sensed her nervousness, but as soon as she grasped my cock, it seemed to vanish. She rubbed the shaft between her finger and thumb and fondled my balls with her other hand. I could tell she had done this many times; her late father was indeed a fortunate man to have a daughter such as Brooke. I groaned as she lowered her mouth over my cockhead and sucked.

"Wow, Brooke, you certainly know how to give head."

"I loved sucking Daddy's cock," she replied. I was worried that yours would be too big, but it's not."

"Well, thank you very much," I replied with mock indignance.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

I put my hand on her face. "I was just kidding."

"I meant it was the same size as my Daddy's and he had told me that I could stretch enough so that it wouldn't hurt when . . ."

A tear ran down her cheek. I leaned down, lifted her chin and kissed her soft lips. "I know what you meant, sweetheart."

She wiped away the solitary tear and went back to sucking my cock. I had to stop her since she was doing such a good job.

"Brooke, if you keep this up, I'm gonna cum, and as much as I'd love to cum in your mouth, that's not what this night is about. This night's about you."

She climbed onto the bed and I got between her outstretched legs. Up close I could smell her sex; it was the same as in the gusset of her panties but stronger. I saw a small amount of her creamy secretion in the opening to her vagina. I lapped it up. It was like manna from heaven, the nectar of the gods.

As I pushed the tip of my tongue into her hot, wet hole, I heard her gasp. She put her hands on my head and pulled my face closer. My tongue was about an inch inside her pussy, and she was grinding her clit on my nose. It was the strangest sensation. After just thirty seconds or so she climaxed. I managed to lift my head up before she clamped her slim thighs together.

I held her as she orgasmed, and I wondered how many times her father had done this. After a minute or so, she had calmed and came down off her orgasmic high.

"Mmmm, that was a good one," she murmured.

I kissed her pussy and asked, "You ready?"

She just nodded. I sat on my haunches and lifted her legs over my thighs; my cock lay on her prominent mons; her plump vulva filled the gap between her slender legs. Brooke had a slight frown on her face, and she was chewing her bottom lip; she was trembling with anticipation as well as nervousness.

"It's going to be just fine, honey," I said, trying to make her relax.

I pushed the head of my cock into her cleft, moving aside her plump engorged labia. She gasped as my cockhead found the very wet opening to her vagina. As I pushed the tight ring of skin, like an elastic band, slowly dilated and with just a wince from Brooke's lips, my cockhead slipped inside her very tight vagina.

As I looked at her face, a big smile erupted as she realized she was no longer a virgin.

"That hardly hurt at all. I can't believe your penis is inside me," she said.

I kept the pressure on my cock, and it slowly oozed all the way inside her. She had taken all of my six inches as I bumped her rubbery end.

"Gawd, I feel stuffed," she said. "Stuffed but pleasantly stuffed. I think I'm going to like sex with you, Ethan."

"That's what your mother said. I think you two girls are going to be the death of me."

She giggled at that last remark, causing her pussy to contract.

"Ouch, that hurts."

"What did I do?" Brooke asked.

"When you giggled it caused your pussy to contract, and you're so darned tight as it is, it hurt."

"Oh, sorry. But it was your fault making me laugh."

I began stroking in and out of her very tight and very wet pussy, building up a rhythm. My hand was flat on her fleshy mons with the pad of my thumb gently pressing and rubbing her pink pearl. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the new sensation of having a penis inside her vagina.

As I started thrusting a little quicker, her breathing increased and every time I thrust into her a quiet "uh" escaped her lips. She grabbed fistfuls of linen, and her head flopped from side to side on the pillow as her second orgasm of the night started to gain speed. The "uhs" were getting louder, and her butt jerked, and her legs spasmed as her orgasm neared. Then she cried out.

"Oh God, yes, yes, yes, yes."

Her whole body shuddered, and her butt came off the bed as she arched her back. She was shaking violently as her orgasm came crashing in. I had never experienced such a violent orgasm. Some women I'd had sex with were very quiet, with just a deep sigh as they climaxed. Others were screamers. None had spasms as hard as Brooke did.

Brooke's orgasm went on for almost a minute and then it began to wane. She started to relax; her fists opened, releasing the bed linen and her arms and legs dropped to the bed as if there were no bones inside. As her breathing returned to normal, she licked moisture back into arid lips and opened her eyes. A big smile lit up her face.

"God, that was intense," she said, her voice trembling. "I didn't think I could have a more intense orgasm than Daddy used to give me with his tongue, but jeez, that one tops the charts."

"I must say, Brooke, you have the most violent orgasm I've ever witnessed."

She clenched her vagina, feeling my erection and said, "You're still hard; you haven't cum yet."

"No honey, I wanted you to cum first."

She put her hand on my face. "Ah, that's so sweet of you. Mom said you did the same thing with her and that's what she likes about you. Do you have any feelings for her?"

I guessed Brooke was putting out feelers to see how I felt about her mother and I wondered if Gwen had put her up to it. I hoped she had as I was beginning to like these two girls very much indeed. If I was honest with myself, my bachelor lifestyle, although one that many men would love to have, was getting a little jaded. I had fucked a lot of women, but I had never had any emotional attachment. I had this feeling deep inside that I was going to fall in love with these two remarkable women.

"Brooke, I like both you and your mother a lot even though we've just met. All I can say right now is, if I ever thought about settling down, then the sort of person your mother is, kind, generous, beautiful and desirable would be the kind of woman I would want to spend my life with."

"I'm glad to hear that. Now I think it's time for you to cum. I want to know what it feels like to have a man spurt his cum inside me."

I needed no more encouragement. I began stroking in and out of Brooke's very tight but now slick vagina. I hadn't been far from climaxing as she experienced her orgasm and it wasn't going to take long for me to cum. I felt it spreading from my bowels, the warm feeling permeating my groin and pulling my ball sack tight against my crotch, trying to push my testicles back into my body. I felt it start in my perineum and my cock stiffened and swelled as cum coursed through my shaft and spurted hard into Brooke's vagina.

"Oh m'God, Brooke," I cried, as I flooded her womb with my teeming fluid. I spurted hard three or four times then the pressure lessened and the last four or five spurts weakened. I collapsed onto Brooke, my forearms supporting most of my weight but my chest pressed her breasts flat against her chest.

She put her arms around my waist and cupped my buttocks and said, "That was amazing, I felt every one of your spurts inside me."

I rolled to her side, and she got out of bed cupping her pussy. "Mom said to put a pad in my panties as I would leak," she said as she picked up her panties and headed for the bathroom. She came back out a few moments later and lay beside me with her leg over mine, her pantied pussy pressing into my thigh. I pulled the covers over us and drifted off to a very contented sleep.


Chapter Seven

I was awake first the next morning, and after emptying my bladder and brushing my teeth, I got back into bed. I lay there with my head propped up on one hand, watching my thirteen-year-old lover whose virginity I had taken the night before. She was indeed stunning, with her dusky-blonde hair spread out on the pillow, long eyelashes resting on rosy cheeks, full lips closed, nose flaring as she breathed out. Her young breasts were a thing of wonder standing proud of her chest; they were the size of half oranges with pale pink areolas and small red nipples. I moved a few strands of her hair behind her ears.

She stirred and opened her eyes. She yawned and stretched.

"Morning, Ethan," she said.

I leaned in and kissed her lips. "Good morning, Brooke. How're you feeling this morning?"

"A little sore, but otherwise I feel wonderful."

"So you like being a woman?"

"Hadn't really thought about it, but come to think about it, it does feel different in a way I can't pin down."

"Tell me more about your father. Last time you said he was giving you orgasms using his tongue."

"That's right. That went on for about a month—not every night as some nights he would just kiss me on my lips and say goodnight. It was shortly after my seventh birthday; that night when he came to my room, he was only wearing his boxers. He climbed onto my bed beside me, and we started kissing. I loved kissing my Daddy, we kissed like grownups much like you, and I do.

"After we kissed he asked me if I wanted to make him feel good. Of course, I wanted to make my Daddy feel good. He pulled his boxers down to his knees. It was the first time I had seen a penis, and I didn't know what to do. He took my hand and placed it on it; I had never felt anything like it before. I had seen his erections before—well just the bulge in his pants. I'd asked my older cousin what the bulge was and she told me all about men's penises and why they got big and hard; she also told me about semen and how babies were made. I don't think she intended to give me the full . . . you know birds and bees thing, but I kept asking her questions. It thrilled me that I could make my Daddy hard.

"He told me to rub it, so I did. I couldn't close my hand around the shaft it was that big. Well, of course, I later found out he was of average size like yours. I wasn't prepared for what happened next—I mean, I was only seven years old, but it excited me that I could make him spurt his cum."

"Wow, Brooke! You were introduced to sex at a very early age. Not many five-year-olds have orgasms, and I'm sure not any seven-year-olds make a man cum either. I guess you knew that you couldn't tell anyone."

"Yeah, Mom told me early on that I couldn't breathe a word of what Daddy and I did."

"Was that as far as you and your father went?"

By now my cock was beginning to come back to life from the story that Brooke was telling me, but mainly from her holding it as she spoke.

"For a few years. And I only brought him off occasionally. Sometimes I would take the initiative, and fish his erection out of his underpants since I liked doing it so much. Then one evening, after he had pulled his boxers down, the cue that he wanted me to masturbate him, I leaned over and kissed the head of his penis. I think it surprised him that I was so bold. I began licking it like it was a lollipop. I mean I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Then he explained to me what I had to do."

At that point, Brooke moved down the bed and took the head of my cock inside her mouth. I shuddered as she started to suck it and rub the shaft at the same time.

"Jeez Brooke, your father taught you well," I said as she fellated me.

She expertly sucked my cockhead and swirled her tongue around the end and my shaft. She seemed not to mind the taste of her dried juices and my dried cum like some of the women I'd fucked. She twisted her hand as she rubbed the shaft of my cock with one hand while fondling my balls with her other.

"A little faster honey," I instructed.

She increased the speed of her hand while taking almost half of the shaft into her mouth. As she raised her head on my cock, her hand moved up its shaft to meet her lips. Then her head moved back down, her lips touching her finger. After two minutes of her intense attention, I felt my orgasm rising. I didn't know if she would let me cum in her mouth so decided to warn her.

"I'm almost there, Brooke," I said as I felt my butt and legs jerk.

She never broke step—she kept up the same rhythm. I felt my ball sack draw up and my orgasm closing in on me.

"Oh God," I cried as my cock swelled and the first load of cum spurted into Brooke's waiting mouth which she easily swallowed. As I spurted more cum, the reality suddenly hit me; I had taken the virginity of a thirteen-year-old girl and was now spurting cum into her mouth and she was swallowing it.

I was finally done, spent, panting. Brooke wiped her lips with the back of her hand and kissed me. I tasted her own juices from the night before and my fresh cum with its slightly metallic taste.

"I love the taste of your cum Ethan; it reminds me of Daddy's."

My breathing had almost returned to normal as I asked her, "So when did you first let him cum in your mouth? I would imagine any young girl would think that really icky. I've had some women who never let my cock anywhere near her mouth, let alone come inside it."

"I thought the same," Brooke replied. "I knew that's where his pee came from as he let me watch him one time. I don't know what made me do it—a child's curiosity maybe. He had just spurted onto his stomach; I leaned over and sniffed it, and it didn't smell too bad. I just scooped a little with my finger and tasted it. I found that it wasn't bad at all; in fact, I liked the taste.

"He asked if he could shoot it in my mouth the next time, which was two weeks later. It was a mess. I had no idea what it would feel like; as soon as he spurted, it began coming down my nose. I took my mouth off his penis and I got covered with his semen. When he was done, he looked at me and I looked at him, and we both broke down laughing. We showered together that night. From there on out, I got the hang of it and rarely spilled any."

"Were you talking to your mother throughout all of this?"

"Yeah, Mom wasn't your normal mother; she was more like my big sister. We had no secrets from each other. When I was eight, she told me about her condition that she couldn't have orgasms and that Daddy had given me one to make sure what she had wasn't hereditary. She told me she was happy that Daddy and I were having a sexual relationship since she wanted me to grow up embracing my sexual side."

"She is an exceptional woman. I'm sure there aren't too many mothers who would ask a man to take her daughter's virginity."

Brooke was playing with the sparse hair on my chest when she asked, "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure you can, Brooke, what do you want to know?"

"Have you had sex with a lot of women? I mean you're very experienced, making me feel special. And you know all the right buttons to push."

"Define 'a lot.' "

"Oh, I don't know; more than ten?"

"In that case then yes, I've had sex with a lot of women."

"So how did tonight . . . you know . . . compare?"

"Brooke, I never discuss that sort of thing with my partner; it's in bad taste. But, if you want to know if I enjoyed making love with you, the answer is most definitely a resounding yes. I have to say that what you just did . . . you know, give me a blowjob, was one of the best I've ever had."

Her eyes lit up. "Really?"


She kissed me, tasting my minty toothpaste. "I gotta go pee and brush my teeth," she said. I followed her and turned on the shower; I watched as she pulled her panties down and sat on the toilet.

"You always watch a girl pee?" she asked.

To which I replied, "I think it's quite erotic."

I stepped into the shower. Brooke finished brushing her teeth and joined me. She took great delight in washing me; she managed to get me hard again and, as she stood behind me, stroked me to another orgasm, although I didn't shoot much. Her clit was too good to pass up as I washed between her legs; she stood with her hands on the shower stall wall, steadying herself as I rubbed her clit and brought her to another orgasm. Sex with Brooke and her mother was just as addictive as opioids. I wondered if I could get both of them in my bed at the same time. That thought caused my semi-erect cock to twitch.

"What caused that?" Brooke asked.

"Oh, just a nice thought," I replied.


Gwen was already up and sipping a mug of freshly-brewed Starbucks Breakfast blend coffee while sitting at the table on the terrace. I went to help myself to a cup as Brooke went outside. After pouring a cup, I stood at the kitchen island watching Brooke in an animated discussion with her mother. I was sure Brooke was telling her mother all about last night. After letting them talk for five minutes, I joined them.

Brook got up and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. She left to get a drink as I sat down next to Gwen.

"Well, my daughter is over the moon this morning. She certainly seems to have enjoyed last night. I have to thank you, Ethan, for being so gentle with her."

"I think it should be me thanking you, Gwen, for letting me make love to such a beautiful and sexy young woman."

"Was it what you expected . . . I mean, I'm sure you haven't made love to many thirteen-year-old girls before?"

"Heavens, no. And it was amazing. She has a gorgeous body and she was a willing participant."

"I'm sure she was; two orgasms huh. Lucky girl," Gwen mused.

"Maybe I should give you two orgasms," I ventured.

"I'm counting on it, Ethan," she replied.

"Counting on what Mom?" Brooke asked as she came out and sat down with a glass of orange juice in her hand.

"I'm counting on Ethan to give me what he gave you last night—two orgasms. You're one up on me, and we can't let that go unchallenged."

I visibly groaned. Both Brooke and Gwen giggled. After breakfast, Gwen said she had a tennis date with her girlfriends and left to get changed. Brooke and I sat on the terrace.

"You sore this morning?" I asked her.

"Just a little," she replied. "I'll take a long bath later, so I'm ready again for tonight."

"I thought your mother wanted to even the score," I said.

Brooke said nothing but I thought I saw a twinkle in her eye.

Chapter Eight

After another excellent dinner, cooked this time by Gwen's personal chef, we relaxed on the terrace sipping our drinks. I had a perfect Manhattan straight up made with Jim Beam Black topped with a maraschino cherry. Gwen had a gin and tonic and Brooke the glass of Chardonnay she had with dinner.

"This is very nice," I said. "I could get used to this, but it's back to work on Monday."

"I could have you fired and you could be my gigolo," Gwen said with a chuckle. I sort of thought she was half serious.

"Have me fired?" I replied.

"Yes, I own the golf course—well, it was my late husbands when we married and I inherited it when he died."

"I had no idea. Why didn't you say something, I would have given Brooke lessons for free."

"But that would be asking you to give up an income that I'm sure you couldn't afford to lose."

"That's very kind of you, Gwen. So Bob Braithwaite is just the general manager?"

"That's right. I give him free reign so long as he turns a decent profit."

Brooke downed the last of her wine and said, "I'm headed for bed," she got up, kissed me on my lips and kissed her mother on her lips which I thought a little strange and headed inside.

"Brooke really likes you Ethan, as do I. I don't think she looks on you as a substitute father, since Tom would be a hard act to follow. I think she sees you as a reliable sex partner to learn how to please a man, so when Mr. Right comes along, she'll be ready. I would caution you to not fall in love with her."

"I understand what you're saying, Gwen. It would be easy to fall for her; I mean she's the whole package. Some guy is going to be very lucky."

"This is where you come in, Ethan. Brooke will come into a large amount of money when she turns eighteen, and I'm sure there are a lot of guys out there who would love to marry into money. I'm going to rely on you with your street smarts and contacts to sniff out the wannabes."

"You can count on it, Gwen," I said.

"Now that's over, let's go to my bedroom as I want you to screw my brains out."

I was a little taken aback by the coarse use of language coming out of the mouth of such as sophisticated woman, but I was not about to pass up the opportunity. I followed Gwen to her huge master suite with its California king bed, where I was pleasantly surprised to see that Brooke already lying in wait. So that was what the twinkle in Brooke's eye was all about. A ménage à trois with a mother and daughter, no less.

I quickly got undressed and got in bed beside Brooke who immediately went to work on sucking my very hard erection. Gwen was close behind, and the sight of a mother and her thirteen-year-old daughter giving so much attention to my cock was incredibly arousing. To say that I had died and gone to heaven was an underestimation of the significant kind. Heinous even.

While Brooke had the head of my cock in her mouth, sucking gently, Gwen had her lips on its shaft and my testicles in her hand, fondling them. I didn't think sex could be better than when I was fucking Brooke, but to have Brooke and her mother in bed with me, both fellating me, was ten times better.

They switched places, and Gwen had my cockhead in her mouth, and Brooke was licking my shaft. I wondered who I was going to have sex with first. My question was soon answered as Brooke got up and straddled my hips. She lifted, and Gwen grasped my cock between her thumb and forefinger and guided it toward her daughter's vagina. She moved the head in small circles at Brooke's opening, gathering her daughter's moisture.

"Okay, honey," Gwen said, "Lower yourself onto his cock."

I watched dumbstruck as Brooke lowered herself, impaling herself on my cock that her mother was holding at its base. She removed her hand as Brooke settled pubes to pubes.

"That was much easier than last night," Brooke said.

"That's because you're adjusting to having a man's cock inside you," Gwen replied.

Brooke began to scrub on my cock while her mother squeezed and sucked her daughter's gorgeous breasts. I just lay back and enjoyed the show—Brooke fucking me, and Gwen giving attention to her daughter's perky breasts. It didn't take long for Brooke to get her orgasm. Her eyes were shut tight, and she had a furrowed brow as she chased her nirvana. Gwen was busy tweaking Brooke's nipples as her daughter climaxed.

"Oh my God, yes yes yes," she cried as her orgasm rushed in, and took hold.

She dropped to my chest; I could feel her heart pounding in her chest, as her body shook and trembled. I felt her vagina pulsing on my cock, clenching then releasing. The whole scene was surreal to me. Here was Gwen smiling at me as her thirteen-year-old daughter was having an intense orgasm with my cock buried deep inside her pussy. I had to tamp down my ardor as I didn't want to cum just yet.

Slowly Brooke came down off her orgasmic high. She pushed back up and lifted off my cock and lay beside me.

"That was a good one," she said. "My orgasm is more intense when your penis is inside me than when you give me an orgasm with your tongue."

"My turn," Gwen said as she straddled me and lowered herself on my still rock-hard cock.

The roles were now reversed. Brooke was sucking on her mother's breasts as Gwen scrubbed her pussy on my shaft. I wondered if Gwen could climax this time; I really hoped she could. Maybe the dam had finally broken. I decided to give her a helping hand; I started strumming her quite large clitoris with the pad of my thumb as she rode me.

A few minutes later, I was rewarded with Gwen's very intense orgasm. She too dropped to my chest, trapping my hand between our pubes. I felt hot breaths on my shoulder as Gwen panted hard. Her body jerked and shook as her orgasm held her in its grip. She slowly calmed and as she raised back up she was crying, as was Brooke. They hugged each other sharing their tears of joy.

Gwen leaned over and kissed me and said, "Thank you, Ethan, I didn't think I could climax like that. It seems as if the blockage that was stopping me from having orgasms got swept away when you brought me to my first on Friday evening."

"I'm happy for you, Gwen. Now you can start dating."

She thumped me on my shoulder. "Dating? Don't you want to be with me?" she said a little miffed.

"Well, you move in different circles than I do, so I thought . . . "

"Don't think so much, Ethan. Just because I own the golf course where you're the pro doesn't mean we can't date . . . that's if you want to."

"I like you a lot Gwen, you're kind, considerate, beautiful and very desirable. I'd love to date you."

"Good, that settled. Let's see about making you cum."

Gwen started scrubbing back and forth while Brooke was French kissing me. The pent-up arousal that I had tamped down for the last half hour, quickly worked its way back to the forefront and I felt that nice warm feeling spreading throughout my groin. My cock swelled, and the first rope of cum spurted hard against Gwen's cervix.

"Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh," I cried.

Gwen was scrubbing faster as I filled her womb with my teeming fluid. As my orgasm started to wane, she climaxed again.

"Oh good God," she cried, "another one."

She dropped to my chest again as her orgasm consumed her. This one was more intense than her last one—something I didn't think possible. It seemed as if I had awoken a sleeping giant. I put my arms around her and hugged her to me, feeling her firm breasts pressing into my chest. I held her as she shook and jerked and trembled. Finally, after a couple of minutes, she started to calm, little jerks and tics like small aftershocks came and went. She lifted up and opened her eyes.

Brooke kissed her mother on her lips. Wow, Mom!" she said. "That was incredible; two cums, back to back."

"I know," Gwen replied. "I don't know where that last one came from, but as soon as I felt Ethan spurt inside me, I was gone; I had no control. Let me see, my three to your what is it now—your four?"

"Mommm!" Brooked said.

I just lay there and groaned. Fifteen minutes later I was hard again. Gwen took my cock into her mouth and started to suck. Brooke vied for a piece of the action.

"Let me, Mom."

Gwen offered my cock to her daughter as if it was a lollipop. Brooke put her mouth over the end and began to stroke its shaft as she sucked on its head. Mother and daughter passed my cock back and forth like a microphone at a Karaoke contest for duets.

"I'm gonna cum girls," I said.

I felt my penis thicken and the first spurt of cum enter Gwen 's mouth. She squeezed my shaft, choking off the next spurt and quickly offered my cock to Brooke who received the second equally large load in her mouth and quickly swallowed. They alternated letting me cum in their mouths. It was one of the best orgasms I'd ever had and, even though it was the second time I'd cum that night, I had never spurted so much cum before. Finally, I was done. Gwen squeezed the last of my cum out the end, and Brooke sucked it off, smacking her lips.


Chapter Nine

I was up at dawn the next day since I had to get to the pro shop to open up before the first tee time at seven thirty. Both Gwen and Brooke were still fast asleep. After showering and dressing, I stood and looked at my two lovers. Gwen was on her back with the sheet kicked off in the night. The perfect twin orbs of her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Her hairless mons appeared larger this morning, and her labia were swollen and red—probably from the intense pounding I'd given her pussy the night before.

Brooke was lying on her front with one arm over her mother's chest cupping her left breast and the other under the pillow. I loved Brooke's ass—two firm buttocks rising up from the small of her back with the deep cleft between. Her legs were parted, and I could see the short ridge of her clitoral sheath poking out from between her plump labia. It looked line a peach between her thighs.

I kissed each of Brooke's exquisite cheeks and Gwen's breasts and went to the kitchen where I grabbed a mug of coffee from the pot automatically brewed at six o'clock and ate a couple slices of toast. I would grab a take-out at a breakfast place on the way to the golf course. After leaving a note, I left.


Brooke was the first to wake and felt the bed for Ethan, but all she felt was her mother's body. She was happy for her mother. The fact that she'd had three orgasms this weekend thrilled Brooke since she had tried to give her mother cums when she told her of her condition but to no avail. She wondered if now that her mother could climax if she could, at last, make her cum.

Brooke looked at her mother's pussy; it looked swollen and red. Gwen had cleaned herself with the bidet the previous evening after Ethan had cum inside her. Brooke easily parted her mother's legs and began licking and sucking her clit that had decided it wanted to come out to play.

Gwen stirred as she felt the pleasure of her daughter's tongue on her clit. She moaned. Brooke stopped what she was doing.

"Morning, Mom," she said.

"Morning, honey, this is nice to wake up to. We haven't done this for a long time. Your dad loved to watch you go down on me. I remember the first time you got between my legs. You were seven years old and I'd just given you your second orgasm. You asked if you could give me one and I told you I couldn't climax. You were so sweet; you said you wanted to try anyway."

"But now you can climax, I want to do it for you."

Brooke parted her mother's, swollen red labia exposing her large inner lips and her pearl-like clit sitting in its cowl. She went to work on Gwen's clit while inserting a finger into her wet hole. Gwen was moaning as her daughter finger fucked her and sucked her love button. After three minutes of Brooke's ministrations to her mother's clit, Gwen climaxed, and she climaxed hard.

"Oh–m'god, oh–m'god, oh–m'god," Gwen cried as she orgasmed. She had Brooke's head trapped between her thighs as her body shook and her legs jerked. Brooke had her hands on her mother's thighs, feeling her butt buck her face. Finally, after a minute or so, Gwen began to calm. The previous short, sharp breaths as she orgasmed was now just heavy breathing. She released Brooke's head; Brooke lay beside her mother.

"Thanks, honey, I've been waiting for you to bring me to orgasm ever since you tried when you were seven years old; you were so sweet," Gwen said. "We have to do that again. I bet Ethan would love to watch. I love you, Brooke."

Brooke kissed her mother on her lips. "I love you too, Mom."


That fateful day three years ago, when Gwen first brought her daughter for golf lessons was still vivid in my memory as I watched Gwen walk down the aisle on the arm of her father. The long train of the pure-white, satin bridal gown was held up by two of Gwen's nieces—ten-year-old Emma and eleven-year-old Sara.

Then I saw Brooke in her white satin bridesmaid dress trimmed with lace. It reminded me of the underwear Brooke wore the night she gave me her virginity. She looked at me and smiled. Gwen's mother sat in the front row holding Charlotte, Gwen's and my eighteen-month-old daughter.

Gwen stopped and lifted her veil. I didn't think she had ever looked more beautiful and happy as she stood there as we exchanged vows. She looked at me with so much love it made my heart thump and my throat constrict.

"I do," Gwen said, a tear running down her cheek.

"I now pronounce you man and wife," the vicar said. "You may now kiss the bride."


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