Mom’s worry 27

"You said that already," Mrs. Mason said.

"Maybe he wants them to double wrap," Dad said.

Everyone laughed again, even Mr. Mason, though his laughter ended first.

"If you become pregnant," Mr. Mason said, looking down at his daughter, "you will tell us as soon as you find out. This is not something you may hide from us, no matter how scared you may be. There will be no secrets between us, do you understand me?"

"That's right," Dad said. "We want to know what positions you use--"

"Enough," Mom said, but she was laughing.

"Yes, Daddy," Jenna said after some of the laughter had died away.

"Mark?" Mom asked.

"No secrets," I said, nodding. "I promise."

"Homes, condoms, grades, pregnancy," Mr. Mason continued, "that's it. Those are our four rules. If you agree to our rules, you can sleep with each other, but if you break any of them, your sexual relationship is over until Jenna graduates from college and moves out of this home."

"Dad!"

"We'll talk again in a couple of years."

"Then we agree," Jenna and I said at the same time, which brought more laughter from our mothers.

Mrs. Mason leaned back on the couch, an odd smile on her face as she said, "Oh, wouldn't it be great to be that excited about sex again?"

Mom burst out laughing, as did Dad.

"Thanks, Lorraine," Mr. Mason said. "Thanks a lot."

"That's not what I meant," she said, her eyes widening and her cheeks swimming with pink. She looked at Mom. "He's really very good in bed."

As everyone but Mr. Mason laughed, Jenna snuck off to pack her overnight bag. She was sleeping at my house tonight, in my bed, though we weren't planning on doing much sleeping. Mom's expression looked no different than anyone else's, but I knew the truth behind her eyes. I felt the heat of her emerald greens whenever she looked at me, and I saw her lips tighten, and her cheeks sag (as much as they could), but as I said, I was the only one who noticed.

It's okay, Mom, I tried to tell her with my eyes. You're still my pussy, and I'm still your son. Nothing is going to change between us. But I needed to show her that nothing would change before I took Jenna into my bed. How was I going to do that? I didn't know, but now that I had her, nothing was going to take my mother away from me--nothing.

"All right, you two," Dad said as soon as we entered our house. "Whatever you do up there, I want you to keep it down. Don't feel like you have to go all the way--"

"--Dad--"

"--just because you can." Dad looked at Mom. "You know what; I'm going to take a pill and have a drink or two. Do you want a pill?"

"You're still having sleeping problems, Mr. Hornsby?" Jenna asked.

"Some nights more than others," Dad said. "Deb, do you want a pill?"

Mom sighed and said, "Sure." Her eyes slid toward me. "Why not?"

I tried to will some reassurance into my mother's mind as I said, "Come on, Jenna, let's go upstairs."

"Bye," Jenna said to my parents, waving for some reason.

"Hey," Dad said, not quite looking at us. "Stick to Mark's side of the upstairs, and when either you leave your room, you do so fully clothed."

"Let them go," Mom said, sighing.

I grabbed Jenna's right hand and pulled her away. She wore a big smile the entire way to my room. She opened the door for us, and I tossed her backpack onto my bed, then I shut the door behind me and locked it.

"Do you want to see a magic trick?" I asked.

Jenna giggled and slapped my chest.

"I'm going to make my dick double in size."

"You pervert." Jenna put her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a long meeting of our tongues. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"We don't have to use condoms."

I raised my eyebrows. "I love you, but I'm not ready to be a father."

"That's not what I mean," Jenna said, laughing. "Mom took me to the doctors a few weeks ago, and we got a prescription for birth control. Mom's been my age too, and Dad wasn't her first. I've been on it for two weeks."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise." Jenna smiled. "We're gonna tell my dad soon. I'm going to give the condoms to our friends."

I laughed.

"So you can fuck me bareback," Jenna said; her words were soft and coy. "I need to get ready for you. Give me ten minutes."

"Get ready?" I kissed her again. "What are you going to do?"

"Shower and change into something special my mother helped me pick out for you."

"Your mother?" I asked, laughing. "She's helping you pick out your sex clothes?"

"You're the one who told me to kiss my dad."

"Tease your dad."

"You still told me too, Daddy." Jenna's lips stretched into a sly smile beneath her red cheeks. "You're responsible for everything kinky that I've ever done. You don't get to judge me for what I do with my mother."

"You're right; I don't," I said. How would Jenna judge me for what I did with my mother? "I'm positive she has great taste."

"Give me ten minutes."

"Wait." This was my chance to get Mom alone. "You say ten minutes to get ready, but that means thirty. Take an hour and text me when you're ready for me."

"Ooh, I'm ready for you now," Jenna whispered. She licked her lips. "How about you help me take a shower, and then I'll spend the next thirty minutes getting ready."

My cock thickened, and I licked my lips, nodding, then said, "Let's get you clean, little girl."

"You're so nasty for an old man."

We laughed. Jenna took off her socks and shoes before we stepped out of my room and into the hallway. She walked lightly, her steps soft and measured, and she even looked over her shoulder once, not at me, but behind me.

"We don't have to sneak around," I whispered.

"I know," Jenna said, releasing her tension with a soft giggle. "Habit."

"We'll get used to it. It won't be as hard as you think."

"Oh, it better be," Jenna said, reaching back as she pushed open the bathroom door to press her palm against my cock. "And it's getting there."

I laughed. A week ago, I would have been rock solid by now and wearing out the threads holding the crotch of my jeans together. It was amazing how a little bit of pussy could calm down a man's habit of getting an instant erection at the thought of sex--though if I couldn't get hard as soon as Jenna undressed, I was going to think there was something wrong with me.

Jenna flicked on the lights once she stepped into the restroom. I closed the door, locked it, and slid my hands around her from behind, my fingers meeting beneath her breasts. My hands moved upward, cupping the fullness of her tits and pulling her to me. Her bra must have been thin because nothing dampened her tit's softness as I gave them a firm squeeze. Still holding her twin mounds, I turned us around until my back was to the shower, and her front faced the door.

"I'll get the shower started," I said, stepping away from her. "Then I'll undress you, then I'll bathe you, and then I'll make you come."

"Then you're going to have to clean my pussy afterward," Jenna whispered. "With your tongue."

"You don't have to worry about that," I said as I turned the shower's water handles. "I've had a week to build up my appetite for you." Once I had the warm water pouring from the showerhead, I turned around and walked toward Jenna, who looked up at me with her lips pressed together and that ever-present smile on her face. "Ready?"

Jenna nodded her head.

I pulled her by the hands toward the toilet, where I sat down and looked up at her. I ran my fingers along the hem of her shirt, which hung an inch above her shorts and showed off a thin band of her golden skin. My touch feathered her, causing goosebumps to rise across her arms. Jenna nibbled her lower lip as I moved my fingers downward, finding the button to her shorts and twisting the metallic circle through its threaded slit. I kept my eyes locked with hers as I found her zipper and pulled it downward, stopping even with the slope of her mound as her shorts opened for me.

"They're tight," Jenna said, looking down at my hands. "You're going to have to tug them pretty hard to get them off me."

"We're going to do a lot of things pretty hard tonight," I said, my cock thickening against my jeans.

Jenna's blush deepened.

I folded the waistline of her shorts downward and pulled. She wasn't kidding. I had to shimmy her shorts down her thighs one side at a time. Each short pull exposed more of her white cotton panties, the kind that hugged her mound and created a heart shape across her ass, leaving the bottoms of her round cheeks exposed. They were cute panties. Innocent panties. A virgin's panties.

"Like them?" Jenna asked.

"Love them." They made my cock ache, and I could feel the stiffness pulsating outward from the center of my drumstick. "You should wear your little girl panties more often."

"But I like wearing my sexy panties for you, Daddy."

I smiled as I pushed her shorts down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, and I went for her panties. I stopped pulling them down around the middle of her thighs, saying, "Spread your legs." She did, turning her panties into a tight roll stretched between her thighs. The warmth of her skin flowed into my hands as I ran my palms over her legs and up to the bottom of her naked ass, pulling her closer to me as I lowered my head toward her bald pussy.

I was too tall to get my mouth on her twat, but I pressed my forehead to her waist and breathed in, the hot scent of her sex filling my nostrils with her sweet smell. My head swam, the world brightened, and Jenna laughed as I growled and kissed her as low on her mound as I could manage. Her panties fell around her ankles, and she stepped out of them.

Fuck, my cock hurts, I thought.

Jenna's shirt came next, and I pulled her close to me with my knees open and my ass on the edge of the toilet's cover. As I pushed her shirt up her body, she helped, crossing her arms and grabbing the hem, using it to tug her shirt over her head as I laid my thumbs along the bottom swells of her big breasts. I wrapped my fingers around mounds and sucked her thick nipples into my mouth one at a time.

"Mmm," Jenna sighed, then continued speaking in a forceful, pouty whine. "It feels so good that we don't have to hide it anymore, baby."

"Daddy," I whispered around her tit, wondering how fast Mom's heartbeat thumped whenever I called her Mom. "Call me 'Daddy' from now on."

"Even in front of our parents?" Jenna teased.

"Yeah," I whispered. "Always, from now on."

I'm too into incest, I thought as I sucked harder on her right tit, squeezing her flesh and feeling it cave in and spring back to its original roundness the moment I eased the pressure of my grip. Jenna moaned and gasped, her body moving in a serpentine wave. She grabbed the back of my head, slipping her fingers through my hair and taking a firm grip.

"Aw, Daddy," Jenna whimpered as I sucked on her nubs. "Fuck. You've gotten really good at this."

I smiled, wondering how long I'd be able to keep my incest secret from her. Not forever, my cock whispered, because we want both pussies at the same time.

Fuck off, I thought back. I'm a gentleman.

"I need to shower, Daddy," Jenna whispered, her breathing causing her tits to swell. "I need to shower so we can fuck."

I growled as I turned her toward the shower, dropping my right hand around her side and taking her centaur-ass in my hand, squeezing it hard. So different from Mom's ass. There was no such thing as loving one single body type. No fucking way. My preference came in all shapes and sizes: short, plump, tall, slender, hard, soft, skinny--whatever. I liked them all.

"I'm getting in with you," I said, pushing the sliding glass door open.

"Do it," Jenna said as she stepped into the shower. "Taking a shower with my Daddy in his parents' home is so naughty."

I left the door open as I stripped, watching Jenna the entire time, the water splashing against her body and breaking into tiny globes that exploded against whatever they struck. Jenna's eyes stayed on my body, her ever-present smile widening as my shirt hit the floor and my pants came undone. She nibbled her lower lip as my dick came into view, and her eyes widened as the full, erect size pointed straight at her. She looked like a bird, stunned and looking for an escape, and I didn't blame her. My cock stood hard and proud, like a thick piece of unbendable rebar, swollen and purple with the strain of taking on a Viagra-like stiffness.

"I don't think I've ever been this big before," I whispered, leaving out the with you part. Mom had seen my cock this angry and hungry on more than one occasion, and my mother would again... for the rest of her life.

"Your cock looks so yummy," Jenna said with a tremor running through her voice, "but so big, too." I stepped into the shower, my spongy tip pressing into her firm tummy and then sliding upward as I stepped closer to her, the underside pushing against her stomach and the head pointed at her tits. "You can't just ram that dick into me, Mark."

I laughed.

"I'm serious!"

"I won't," I whispered. "I'll be even gentler than you need me to be."

"You do love me," Jenna said, looking upward into my eyes. She wrapped her arms around my neck, interlocking her fingers as she rubbed her stomach against my cock with swaying, side-to-side motions. "Misty, Sarah, and Katie all said their boyfriends just rammed their cocks into them their first times like it was some apartment-fuck porno scene with a rapist with a camera. I don't want that, Mark."

"I'm not going to do that, either." I lowered my mouth, pressing my lips to hers and turning my head, so our mouths slid together. Our tongues met, licked, and traded spit. "I've been doing a lot of research this week, and my cock is going to melt right into your hot, little pussyhole. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Trust me?"

"With all my heart," Jenna whispered, her words causing a pleasure-filled chill to race across my shoulders, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Did Mom make Dad feel like this?

"We should hurry," I whispered. "I need to find out if I can reach your heart with my cock."

Laughter exploded from Jenna's lips, and I thought, Oh, man, that didn't sound romantic at all. We separated, though Jenna reached down and grabbed my prick, stroking it as I grabbed the body wash, uncapped it, and poured some into my left palm. I sighed as she soothed the ache in my shaft, my cock so hard that it felt numb.

I started with Jenna's face, working my way down to her shoulders and arms, then moving to her tits. I soaped them up as the water continuously washed the lather away. I leaned down and kissed each of her pink nipples before taking them into my mouth one by one. My body continued to move lower, my knees touching the bottom of the tub, leaving my mouth below Jenna's breasts. She leaned downward, bending at the waist, her perky tits fighting gravity as she fed me her nipple-buds, my tongue licking around them, flicking them, doing its best to bend them before I sucked them into my mouth once again.

"Oh, fuck, Daddy," Jenna whimpered. "You're making me so wet. My nipples are--mmm, god--tingling. I feel it in my pussy."

I smiled, then said, "Turn around."

Jenna did, though I caught her right nipple between my teeth. As she pulled away, her puckered flesh stretched and stretched, making her gasp when the nub escaped my grasp.

Jenna faced away from me, her back muscular from years of athletics: soccer, softball, and dance when she was younger, but still practiced, though not as much. I ran my soapy hands over her skin, tickling her sides and pushing on the middle of her back after I had cleaned it. Jenna bent forward at the waist, placing her hands on the wall and spreading her legs, giving me full access to her bubble butt and the sweet softness below her cheeks and between her thighs. This was not our first shower together.

"You gonna eat my asshole too, Daddy?" Jenna whispered, her excitement making her voice tremble.

"Do you want me to, baby?"

"I feel nasty tonight." Jenna shook her ass, twerking her butt meat for me. Her cheeks opened and closed, her pussy bounced, and her butt rippled, making my head nod. "I want you to eat my ass, Daddy. Eat my dirty ass."

My eyes feasted on her pink asshole. I thought, That's as clean an ass as a woman can have.

I soaped Jenna's legs, the front, and back, the insides of her thighs, moving as close to her outer pussy lips as I could without covering them in suds. Next, I did her ass cheeks, then her crack, the soap running down her pussy, and falling onto the tub. I saved her pussy for last, reaching around her body to wash her stomach and waist, her hairless mound, her tits once again, then cupping her pussy from behind and running my hands through her folds, being careful to not push into her slit. I waited until all traces of the soap had vanished from our skin before grabbing each of her ass cheeks, spreading them open, and pressing my tongue against her pink butthole.

"Shit!" Jenna gasped as soon as my tongue tickled the rougher sides of her crinkled pucker. "Fuck!"

I licked around Jenna's rosebud while massaging her legs with my hands, their outsides, and then insides, moving up to her pussy where I traced the line of her pink seam. Jenna's knees trembled, her butt moving up and down, and I chased her asshole with my tongue. I licked through her crack and played with her perineum, but I stayed away from her pussy as I eased my right forefinger into the creamy center of her honeypot.

"Oh, baby," Jenna whispered.

I smiled, thinking about spanking her for not calling me Daddy, but I'd save that for another day. Instead, I pumped her wet kitty with slow strokes, turning my finger as I did and probing deeper into her muff after each thrust until I had my finger buried to its last knuckle within her channel.

"I've missed this," Jenna said, her voice throaty. She sounded like a young woman instead of a teen girl. She fucked her cunny back against me, trying to sit on my finger and forcing me to push back against her ass with my left hand as she reached back, grabbed my hair, and pulled my mouth hard against her asshole. "So good. Mmm, so fucking good. Yeah, oh yeah, yeah!"

I eased my middle finger next to my forefinger, pushing Jenna's pussy lips open and finding her small hole, the membrane of her virginity made her opening smaller. There wasn't much of it left, but there was still some there--other than our fingers, Jenna hadn't spent much time slipping things into her pussy. I eased my finger into her, giving her two side by side, then turning them vertical, then turning them side by side again, corkscrewing my digits into her tiny twat tunnel. I found her G-spot and rubbed, pushing my thumb against her fat clit and forming a three-pronged pussy hook that worked her cunny's most sensitive parts at the same time.

"Oh, shit, oh-shit, oh-shit!" Jenna whimpered.

I grabbed her left hip, doing my best to hold her bucking body still. She fucked her twat onto my fingers, and she tried to run away, whining when I pushed my tongue against her asshole again. When I worked her clit faster, she clenched her teeth together and uttered harsh whooshes of breath. Within minutes her insides went from warm to hot, and thick, honey-like nectar began dripping from her snatch. A few more minutes of this, and Jenna bent her knees, clenched her pussy tight, and came on my fingers as her legs shook. As her cum flowed, her cries filled the bathroom with the sounds of her pleasure.

"Oh, baby, Mark, Daddy," Jenna panted as she slid to the shower floor to recover her breath. "It's never been that good before."