MARTY'S MASSAGE

"Nice. So Jenny didn't lie about you. You are quite handsome." My newest client was looking up and down my body, almost causing a chill to run up and down my spine. A good chill. A chill that turned me on.

"Marty Cooke. Glad to make your acquaintance." She smiled widely, but her smile had something more mixed in that I couldn't identify.

"Martha Walker. Please come in."

I had to grin for a moment, as I considered everything that had happened the past couple weeks since I had decided to give massages to my neighbors. I had retired to this small community of other retired people almost two years ago, and was facing what many retirees faced -- a limited income.

Most retirees faced this because they didn't save enough money, but I faced a limited budget because the IRS had confiscated all my retirement funds in retribution for my successful efforts at helping people fight the illegal collection practices of the tax agency. The IRS claimed I had stopped it from collecting $22 million in back taxes, penalties, and interest from my clients over the span of two years, but I rebutted that claim with the statement that my clients didn't owe that money at all. I maintained that if my clients had lawfully owed the money, then I could not have stopped the IRS from collecting it.

The IRS' response was to confiscate my retirement as "Illegal gains," knowing that there was no legally-established procedure to stop that process and challenge that confiscation. Had the IRS gone through the legally-established procedures of a bank levy, I could have successfully challenged the IRS and got my money back. I did that regularly with my clients and I knew I could do it for me. But with no procedure to challenge the "illegal gains" confiscation, I was stuck with no retirement.

So, after almost two years of living quietly in the community, I had decided that by performing massages for cash, I could supplement my Social Security and live better without IRS harassment. Hopefully, if things went really well, I could even live comfortably. So I posted brochures in the communal mail room, offering my services with the disclaimer that, while I was not a licensed masseuse in this state, I had more than forty years experience in giving massages to friends and associates. And with no complaints. So I was charging half the going rate for a "professional massage" with a money-back guarantee of satisfaction.

The first week, I had only one customer. But apparently the customer was satisfied enough to talk to her friends, and I had already given three massages the second week and it was only Thursday. And although I had reconciled myself to the agony of massaging the flabby bodies of a lot of old women, the customer I was now facing was a welcome change. She was in her late fifties, slim, and quite attractive.

She offered me a beer while we chatted and got to know each other a little, and I had agreed. Even though I was on the clock, I had no other customer scheduled until the next morning. As I waited for her to get the beers, I looked at myself in the large mirror on the living room wall. I was in my early sixties, divorced, tall with a closely-trimmed beard, and I still weighed the same 220 pounds that I had weighed for the last thirty years. So I was confident that my physical appearance would not be an obstacle to getting customers, and this current customer had even made a comment about that when she answered the door a few minutes earlier.

I finished my beer but saw that she was drinking slowly. I suspected she was taking her time so we could chat longer, so I settled in for some more time on her very comfortable couch. After another five minutes, I stood and smiled at her.

"Thank you for the beer, Martha. You go change into a robe or something comfortable while I setup my massage table over here. Please understand that whatever you wear, I will have a towel to cover you up when you are on my table. And whatever you choose to wear, please bear in mind that I use lots of a really nice massage oil, so make sure it is something you won't mind getting oil all over it. The oil will wash out without a stain, but some people don't like getting oil on what they wear." I smiled my nicest smile and then turned to my folding massage table.

I set up my massage table and spread the sheet over it, careful to remove all the wrinkles. Then I prepared the towel, making sure it was wrinkle-free, too. Finally, I called out that I was ready.

A few seconds later, I heard a noise behind me and turned to my second client of the day. I almost gasped and then smiled at her again.

Martha stood in front of me in a very short robe that was almost but not quite transparent, and it was obvious that she wore nothing under it. I could see her full breasts and very dark nipples through the material, and a very dark and full bush was obvious down below. I cleared my throat to gain the time necessary to collect my thoughts and she was grinning widely at me as I paused.

"Well, Martha, I did suggest for you change into something comfortable..." She grinned a little wider as she interrupted me.

"Well, there is nothing more comfortable than nothing." With that, she removed the robe and laid it over a nearby chair. "Is this my towel?" I hesitated for just a second and then replied to her question.

"Yes. You can lay on your stomach and I will cover you up with that." I watched as she tossed the towel on top of her robe and lay face down. I tried very hard not to notice her nearly flat stomach, hairy pussy, and really fine breasts with large, protruding nipples, but totally failed at it. In fact, I think I actually gulped as she spoke.

"I am not bashful, so we don't need to get your oil all over the towel. Save it for your next client. She stretched out on my table, placing her face in the face hole of the table. A few seconds later she spoke.

"Okay, I am comfortable. Now we can get started. My muscles have really been looking forward to meeting your hands." I looked down at her and noted that her butt cheeks were a little fleshy but the rest of her looked really good. I gulped again and reached for the expensive massage oil. I dribbled the oil on her shoulders and back and proceeded to spread it around with my hands. Trying to sound like a professional, I engaged her in small talk as I worked on her shoulders and neck. When I got to her back, I wondered if I should work on her butt but she spoke up before I could ask.

"Make sure you get my butt really good. I sit a lot and my gluteus muscles feel really tight." I was surprised that she knew the name of her butt muscles, but I was even more surprised that she wanted me to massage them. I was not a professional so I didn't know if her request was the norm, but all my massages until my new "business" involved women that wore either a bathing suit or at least underwear, and none of them involved me massaging their butts. Still, I was there to serve the customer, so I just grinned as I dribbled oil on her ass.

And I had to admit, massaging her ass was really fun. In fact, I began to feel a little turned on as my fingers worked on her glutes. And the more time I spent on her ass, the more she moaned and the more I felt my cock get hard. Even when the women on my table wore only underwear, I had no problem with a hard-on. Not until I was massaging a naked ass.

I always wore sweat pants and a tee shirt when I give a massage and I realized now that sweats would offer no control over a hard cock. I considered what that would mean as I continued massaging her butt.

"How is that, Martha? Does that feel good?" As soon as I asked the question, I regretted the wording. I heard her moan before she answered.

"Yes, that feels good, but maybe you need to spend some more time there. Like I said, I sit around a lot every day, between my computer and the TV, and my muscles could really use some more work." I thought I heard her chuckle quietly as she looked back over her shoulders and pointed to her butt muscles, but I wasn't sure. So I worked on her butt muscles some more, using my fingers to probe more deeply into her muscles. This time her moans were louder.

As requested, I spent a few more minutes on her ass, and then I moved down to her legs. I started with her feet and I heard more moans. I expected that because a foot massage was always the most appreciated by most people, and I spent a few extra minutes kneading her foot muscles. I noticed she spread her legs slightly as I worked on first one foot and then the other. I spent several minutes on each foot and watched as she spread her legs a little more with each minute. I found myself looking at what became a very exposed pussy, enjoying the show she was putting on. I moved up to her calf muscles, first one and then the other, wondering just how far she wanted me to go. She removed my concerns as I moved up to her thighs.

"And you will need to get my thighs pretty well, too. I worked on my lawn yesterday and my legs ache from the work." I grinned at the back of her head.

"Yes, ma'am. I will do a good job on them." My grin widened as she moved her legs further apart. I found myself looking more carefully at her pussy lips as they peeked through her bush. I slowly worked up her thighs until I was close to her pussy, her moans getting louder by the minute.

"Could you get just a little higher without embarrassing yourself? My muscles really need your hands right now." I chuckled quietly as I replied.

"Well, ma'am, I don't embarrass easily." She almost giggled.

"Good. I am glad because I tip based on how good you make me feel." I had to grin at what I saw as an invitation.

"Well, then, I guess I need to make you feel really good." Her response was a loud moan. I worked my way to the top of her thigh, just half an inch from her exposed pussy. Then I "accidentally" brushed her lips to see her response. Her moan was really pronounced and lasted a couple of seconds. Then I moved to her other leg and her response was more of a groan. I decided that I would find out if that was a groan of disappointment.

I spent a lot of time on her second leg, slowly working my way up the muscles. Again, I massaged up to about half an inch from her pussy and then brushed against her pussy. She moaned loudly again, and then groaned when I stopped. I had to chuckle.

"Don't worry, Martha. I am not finished. Now I need you to roll over onto your back." I watched as she carefully rolled over, clearly unsure how sturdy the massage table was. Then, as she lay back, she looked at me and smiled, having noticed how my eyes had ranged from her boobs to her pussy and back.

"I hope you aren't grossed out by hair." The look on her face showed real concern for a moment, and I smiled in response.

"No, I actually like hair. I think it is beautiful. Besides, I never saw the need to try to improve over what God intended." She reached down and ran her fingers through that luxuriant bush and I had to smile at her action.

"Well, some women claim that shaving makes them feel cleaner." Her comment seemed a little hesitant and I had to chuckle.

"Well, my response would be to tell them to take more showers." Martha laughed out loud.

"I know, right?" I smiled again and had to continue.

"And then I would suggest that if shaving there made them feel cleaner, then they should shave their heads, too." Martha laughed again, louder this time.

"I am going to have to remember that one." And I chuckled as I began to massage her face and scalp muscles. A few minutes later, I moved to her throat muscles, but only spent a minute there. Then I reached under her neck and spent several minutes stretching and massaging her neck muscles. She moaned a lot during that, which I expected. The neck always needs a good massage, and it can best be massaged while the individual lays on his or her back. And I am good at working the neck muscles from this position.

She moaned a lot while I worked her neck muscles, so I lingered longer than I had planned. In fact, I was surprised that I took so long on her neck because I really wanted to get to her boobs. Finally, I dribbled some oil on her plentiful boobs. She moaned and I had to comment.

"No need to moan yet. I haven't even started on these beautiful babies." We both laughed at my comment.

"Anticipation required the moan." With that, she voiced her desire that I spend extra time on her boobs. Tough job, but somebody has to do it, right?

I gently rubbed the oil into her boobs, and then began massaging them in earnest. I had seen enough videos on massages, both legitimate and porn, that I was comfortable with my technique, but I concentrated on just making her feel good. The pectoralis muscles are under the breast and they benefit at least somewhat from a massage, but most women just enjoy having their breasts massaged in a playful and stimulating way. So I did what was necessary for both of us to feel good. And this had its predictable result. I got really hard.

I was standing just off her right shoulder for this, and my boner was just a few inches from her face. She, of course, noticed this and raised her right hand to brush across it.

"Is that because of me?" Her smile held a lot of teasing. I chuckled.

"No, I just like the sensation of getting oil on my hands." I laughed at her expression, which immediately changed from looking disappointed to looking like she was enjoying herself. She pressed the back of her right hand more firmly against my hard cock and moved it around for several seconds. Her smile widened as she played with me for a few seconds, and then I moved my efforts just a foot or so lower to begin to massage her stomach.

And when I massaged lower on her stomach, just brushing against her pussy hair, I sensed her breathing deepen. I paused, waiting for permission. When I looked into her eyes, I saw pure lust there, and she gave that permission in a quiet and plaintive voice

"Please?" I smiled at her and began to do what we both wanted. I dribbled some oil on her hairy pussy and began to gently rub it in. The hair nearest her lips became plastered against those lips and I could see she was already swollen with desire. I massaged her pussy for several minutes, from her clit to her asshole, hearing her breathing louder and faster. Then I stopped.

"Don't you dare stop!" Her command was quite loud, and I smiled gently.

"Hold on for just a second." I reassured her as I walked around the table to her head. Then I bent over and I reached to massage her pussy. I would push my fingers down her pussy almost to her ass and then slowly pull back, only to do it again. And each time I pulled back, my hard cock pressed against her forehead. On the fourth time I stretched forward to stroke her pussy, she reached up and pulled down on the elastic of my sweat pants. This freed my hard cock, which she immediately grabbed with her right hand. Then she pulled my pants down just a little more, freeing my balls.

Now, each time I bent over to stroke her pussy and then pulled back, my balls dragged over her nose and slid up and down her forehead. Holding her right hand still, my leaning forward and then pulling back caused my dick to slide into her hand and then retract. Plus, she started to lick my balls each time they dragged up and down her face.

We settled into a nice rhythm with me stroking her pussy and her stroking my cock and licking my balls. It took only a couple minutes and Martha moaned loudly a couple times, and then almost screamed as she announced her orgasm. I continued a few more strokes of her pussy, only more gently, and her breathing returned to normal after a few seconds. She broke the silence a minute later.

"Oh, honey, I haven't cum like that in a long time." Her smile was wide and her eyes confirmed her words.

"Well, ma'am, we aim to please." We both chuckled at my words.

"Well, damn, you sure hit what you aimed at." I smiled my gratitude and then heard the front door close loudly.

"Mom. Are you home?" Pulling up my pants in a panic, I turned to see an absolutely beautiful woman abut thirty years old. She had long dark hair, equally dark eyes, and a slender body. Her boobs were smaller than her mother's ample bosom, and I guessed her size to be a well-formed C-Cup. She wore tight jeans, which showed off an equally tight ass, and a cropped tee shirt with the Tampa Bay Buccaneers across her chest.

Obviously, I liked what I saw, being a Bucs fan. And I liked her body even more. Shit, she was the total package! But she apparently didn't like what she saw. I mean, seriously, her mother laying naked in front of a strange man with a boner would not meet the approval of most caring daughters.

"Mom, what is going on here?" She was reaching for her phone and I was concerned that she was about to take pictures of her nude mother. Martha sat up, making no attempt to hide her naked body, and spoke to reassure her daughter.

"Oh, honey, Marty was just finishing my massage." Her words didn't do much to reassure her daughter, who was still looking at me with suspicion while holding her phone. Martha tried again to reassure her daughter by introducing us.

"Honey, this is Marty. He has a new business here giving massages to the local residents. And he is really good!" Since I could smell Martha's arousal, I was not sure that the daughter would be mollified, so I just smiled.

"And Marty, this is my daughter, Emily. Emily lives a few miles away and she visits me every day."

"Good afternoon, Emily." I nodded my head in a truncated bow, but her eyes still held distrust. Martha tried again to explain the situation.

"Honey, you know my back was acting up since I worked out in the yard." Emily interrupted her mother.

"Yes, we both messed up our backs working on your yard. I have told you so many times that you simply should not be doing yard work." Martha nodded vigorously in agreement.

"But I do so much love working in the yard. And that is why Marty is here. I saw his little flier when I picked up my mail this morning. It was colorful and seemed to pick up my spirits just by looking at it. I immediately called him and he fit me into his schedule this afternoon. He spent the last hour working on my very sore body, and he has done miracles. I feel better than I have felt in months, and maybe longer. And I bet he will eliminate your pain, too. Come on, you should do it." She peered hard at her daughter and saw her daughter unconsciously reach behind herself in a failed attempt to massage her own back. Martha saw that and responded.

"See what I mean? We both messed up our backs and we were both in pain. He did wonders on my back and neck and now I have no pain at all. If you let him work on you, then we can both be pain-free. You need Marty as much as I needed him. Now I feel great and you are obviously in pain. Come on, honey, you really need to get on this table." She stepped aside and gestured toward the table she had been standing next to. She was still totally nude and suddenly Emily objected.

"No, I didn't bring a robe or anything." She moved spontaneously to cover her mouth. Marty held out a large white towel just as Martha reached behind her for the robe she had draped over the chair only an hour earlier. Emily looked at the towel and then at the robe, her indecision clear. After several seconds of looking into my eyes and seeing the most innocent and encouraging expression I could muster, she finally reached for the robe from her mother.

"Where do I change?" The question was logical but it brought a strangely conspiratorial expression to Martha's eyes. She grinned at her daughter.

"Oh, honey, there is no need for a dressing room. He is going to see you eventually, so you might as well get undressed right here. No use putting off the inevitable in a useless gesture of modesty." Emily glanced at her mother for just a second, and then her eyes jerked to me. Fear showed in her eyes so I quickly moved to reassure her."You change where you feel comfortable, but your mother is right. No use in putting off the inevitable." Again I gave her a reassuring smile. All three of us stood there for a couple of seconds, and then Martha sort of made up Emily's mind. She took the three steps necessary to stand behind her daughter. Then she grabbed Emily's tee shirt and almost jerked it over her head. This sort of forced Emily to raise her arms and suddenly she was standing just two feet away from me, topless as her mother. Now her boobs were staring me in the face, and they were beautiful!

I decided that my guess at her boobs being C-Cups was right. She was a medium size and her shape was perfect. Her boobs hung slightly from the weight but still proudly jutted out into the room. Dark elliptical aureoles topped those tits, which sported large nipples that were even darker. As both Martha and I watched, we saw those nipples get even larger as they became very hard. Emily seemed uncomfortable with both her mother and a stranger staring at her boobs, but she stood her ground and made no attempt at hiding her tits from us.

I felt myself getting hard with the sweats giving me absolutely no cover. My dick had softened and had been hanging down my right leg, but it began making its presence known by pushing against my pantleg. Emily saw this and allowed her eyes to trace the size of my boner for just a second. I stared at her tits with their large and hard nipples, and she stared at my cock as it stretched to its full nine inch length. For several seconds, the three of use stood in awkward silence.

Then Emily disturbed the silence by slowly reaching down and unzipping her shorts. Just as slowly, she worked them over her hips and down her legs, revealing tiny white panties made entirely of lace. And the lace, being semi-transparent, covered a dark shadow. I stared at that dark shadow as Emily kicked off her sandals and pulled her feet out of her shorts. I briefly looked up and into her eyes and saw that her eyes were locked onto my eyes.

I realized that she was taking this strip show very seriously, so I held her gaze for a couple more seconds. Then I dropped my eyes to her panties again as if waiting for the final move. Which was exactly what I was doing, of course. Emily slowly slid her panties over her hips and down her legs and then stepped out of them, making no attempt to hide her nakedness.

"Oh, you are so beautiful!" The words escaped my mouth without any permission from my brain. And because the words were obviously spontaneous as she could see from my immediate expression, showing more embarrassment than I could have falsely produced, she decided I was being sincere.

"Thank you." Her answer was barely loud enough for me to hear. Then her mother almost pushed her to the table and helped her lay down.

"He likes to start with your back muscles, so you need to lay down on your front." I glanced at her and silently thanked her for her assistance, and quickly laid a towel across Emily's shapely butt. Then I pointed to the couch, hoping Martha understood my silent request that she leave her daughter to me. And I appreciated the fact that she followed my request.

As with her mother, I started with her neck and back muscles. Dribbling my oil on her muscles, I began to spread the oil around. Emily commented about the scent and I told her I would show her the bottle before I left. And then I started on her neck and shoulder muscles. It took a while, but I felt her muscles finally relax. And shortly after that, I heard the quiet moans she had been trying to control. I smiled to myself as I realized she had finally decided to accept my hands and eyes on her naked body. As I worked my way down to the small of her back, the moans got louder, so I spent a little extra time there. I worked her muscles and I pressed the heels of my hands firmly into the muscles, using all my weight. And the moans got louder. Finally, just as I was wondering what to do about her ass, I was saved from asking the question by her mother.

"And Emily, you really need him to work on your butt muscles. You would not believe how good that felt when he massaged mine. I am sure that you overworked your butt muscles as much as I overworked mine." Martha's voice was soft as she coaxed her daughter to allow me to work on her ass. And such an ass it was. Tight and round and sexy as hell. I took a second to look down at her left hand, in case there was a ring there, but saw none and smiled again.

"Only if you are comfortable with that, Emily." I tried to sound casual, as if I massaged awesome asses like hers all the time. And apparently it worked.

"Well, if you think it will help." She was clearly conflicted about the idea of a stranger's hands on her bare ass.

"Why don't we try and you stop me if it is uncomfortable for you?" I tried to reassure her, but I didn't try too hard. I paused and she slowly slid the towel off her butt. I smiled widely with anticipation.

I worked her ass muscles just like I had for her mother. Rubbing the oil all over, I started with gentle strokes and moved to firm strokes. Then strongly kneaded her muscles for several minutes. Finally, I finished with gentle pressure. And I was gratified with her moans the entire time. As I moved to her feet, I asked for her input. Emily took several seconds to answer and when she did, her words were unusually quiet.

"Marty, I would never have guessed how awesome that felt. Thank you for that, uh, special treatment." I decided to not say anything and moved to her feet. The moans and groans from a foot massage are always expected and always appreciated. As much as I loved giving massages, and as much as I loved even more giving massages to sexy bodies like this one, I always appreciated hearing the moans and groans from the customer. They are verbal confirmations that I was doing a good job.

While I was working my way up her first leg, I found myself looking at her crotch. I wondered if she was as horny as her mother and was very excited when I saw her legs subtly move apart. Suddenly, I felt myself getting hard again at the thought of playing with her pussy.

Continuing with her second leg, I saw her spread her legs to such an extent that I knew it was no accident. She was teasing me, putting on a show that was intended to get me excited. And I loved it.

As I got to the top of the first leg, I "accidentally" brushed against her pussy and heard her quietly moan. When I got to the top of her second leg, I slid the back of my hand against her pussy twice and she moaned even louder both times. By this time, I was at full mast and knew she would see it when I asked her to turn over. Which was now.

Like her mother, she was uncertain about the stability of my massage table, so she moved slowly as she turned over. But partway through the rollover, she paused for a couple of seconds when she saw my erection. When she at last lay on her back, she had a wide smile on her face. I echoed that smile.

I carefully lay the towel across her hips to hide her pussy, but not until I got a good look at it first. And I was thrilled to see Emily followed her mother's lead and had a full bush. SHIT! A second hairy pussy today!

I started with her neck and head muscles and received a lot of positive verbal and non-verbal feedback. I hesitated for a moment before dribbling the oil on her breasts, and I glanced quickly into her eyes. She looked at me for a second and then shrugged her shoulders. I wondered if she was letting me make the decision, so I did. I dribbled a significant amount of oil on her breasts and then thoroughly rubbed it it. Very thoroughly.

Don't get me wrong, I made a legitimate massage out of it. In fact, I figured that if I didn't make her boobs feel really good, she wouldn't let me touch them again. So I made them feel really good. And I noticed she kept sneaking glances up into my eyes, almost as if checking my expression without me being aware. So I kept a serious expression as I seriously massaged her boobs. And from the sounds she was making, we were both happy.

All too soon, it was time for me to move to her tummy. Careful to avoid putting too much pressure on her stomach muscles, I worked on her abs as thoroughly as I could. And the third time I carefully slid my fingers under the top edge of the towel, Emily spoke up.

"Is the towel getting in your way?" I admitted that it was a little high. She giggled and asked a question.

"I would bet that my mother just tossed her towel away, didn't she?" I grinned at her and started to answer her, but Martha beat me to it.

"Actually, I threw the towel away at the very start of things." Emily laughed and then tossed the towel to the side.

"And I bet she encouraged you to be as thorough as possible, didn't she?" By this time Martha had wandered over to her daughter. She smiled down at Emily.

"You know I did. After all, I wanted to get my full money's worth. And I promise you that you want your money's worth, too." The two women locked eyes for several seconds. Then, without breaking their gaze, Martha reached for my hand and placed it on her daughter's pussy. Emily gasped in surprise.

"Mom! What are you doing?" I tried to jerk my hand back but Martha didn't let go of it.

"Trust me, Emily, you are going to thank me for this." And she began to work my hand in a slow and gentle circle. I cringed, waiting for the explosion to come, but it never came. I looked down at Emily's eyes and she was staring directly into mine. But I saw no hesitance in her eyes, so I began to play with her bush, and then with her lips. After at least ten seconds of just playing around, I began to seriously massage her pussy. And as I began to really get into it, I felt her grab my cock.

Immediately, I looked at Martha, just a little concerned about what she would think of me doing her daughter in front of her, and saw her smile warmly. She leaned forward and kissed me, a deep and sensuous kiss that lasted quite some seconds and left both of us breathless. I realized that in all my sexual experiences, I had never done a mother and her daughter, and definitely never at the same time. And then I realized that Emily had pulled my sweat pants to my knees and she was seriously stroking my boner.

"Oh, shit! This is too much." And I smiled at Emily, followed by grinning at Martha. And then I kissed Martha, repeating the sensuous kiss of a few seconds earlier. Finally, I pulled back from Martha and looked down into Emily's eyes.

"May I taste you?" She almost looked surprised and then grinned.

"Only if I can taste you." I grinned and then observed that my massage table might not hold our combined weight. Martha took one of Emily's hands and one of my hands and almost dragged us over to her couch. Then she placed her daughter on her back with her head against but not on the arm of the couch. Then she helped me kneel next to Emily's shoulders at just the right position that my face was in her pussy and my dick was in her mouth. And, of course, I did what came naturally. I ate her pussy like I was starving.

I felt Emily take almost all of my nine inches down her throat in her second try. No woman had ever done that to me before. Lots of licking and spitting and trying was usually involved before anyone got the first couple inches down her throat. But Emily sucked several inches into her mouth and worked her tongue all around it. Then she took a big breath and shoved about five inches of hard cock into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. And then, without stopping, she eased the entire cock into her throat until I felt her nose pressing into my pubic hair. I groaned loudly at her accomplishment. And this drove me to give her absolutely awesome oral sex.

I enjoyed pressing my face into her bush, loving how it tickled my nose and lips. Then I started licking her lips, one and then the other and then the first again. I spent several seconds licking and sucking on her sexy lips before I moved enough to lick her clit. She had been moaning all this time, which felt awesome to my cock as it slid in and out of her throat, but when I licked her clit, the moans became a gasp. Then I sucked gently on that love button and she reduced her noises to loud groans. This went on for several minutes, me licking and sucking and she licking and sucking. And then it was my turn to gasp.

Someone had just licked my asshole!

It took me a couple of seconds to realize that Emily's mouth was still wrapped around my hard cock. That left Martha's tongue on my asshole. And then her tongue was replaced by a finger. Until that moment, my ass had been a one-way hole. But, after several seconds of Martha's efforts, I decided I liked her finger. She would lick my ass for a few seconds and then she would use her finger to stroke it and then penetrate it. And then she would go back to using her tongue.

The three of us continued this for several minutes. Emily had cum twice already and I was close to it myself. I found that the two women sort of offset themselves. When I was about to cum from Emily's efforts, I would concentrate on Martha's efforts and I would calm down a little. Then I would get close from Martha's efforts and I would concentrate on Emily's efforts. It seemed to run in thirty-second cycles and it helped me hold off longer than normal. And then I felt Martha's tongue get shoved into my hole as her face was rammed against my ass.

I twisted my neck to see what was going on and I saw a man my age pounding Martha from behind. I made a quick guess, concluding that was Martha's husband and Emily's father. I pushed my body up, slowly pulling my dick from Emily's mouth. Then I carefully climbed off her and walked the two steps that separated me from the other man.

"I take it, Martha, that this is your husband and not some electrician or plumber who happened by?" Emily looked up and shrieked, looking around for something to cover herself with. Finding nothing, she grabbed a throw pillow and held it against her tits.

"Walter, what are you doing here?" It was obvious that Emily was not used to Walter seeing her nude and giving a blowjob. She looked at her mother and no one spoke for a full second. Then I broke the silence.

"My name is Marty Cooke and I assure you that I am participating by invitation only, just in case you are carrying a weapon." I reached out my hand and he shook it. The man chuckled.

"I assumed as much since it was my wife's tongue stuck up your ass. Walter Davis." He shook my hand while noticing my confused expression.

"We get this all the time. Martha and I aren't really married, and Emily is her daughter. So they share Walker as their last name and I still have Davis." I nodded, things making more sense. Emily started to say something and Martha quickly sat next to her.

"It's okay, sweetheart. You have been naked in front of a total stranger for the last hour. Surely that is worse than being naked in front of Walter, who you have known for more than a year." The comment made sense to everyone who wasn't reacting emotionally, and Emily's expression made it clear that it made no sense at all to her. Martha continued speaking.

"You are not upset that he can see your body, you are only upset that he can see it without warning. Hell, Emily, you have worn a tiny bikini that covers almost nothing in front of the man a dozen times. Besides, he is standing naked in front of you." I could see her resistance dropping a little by the way her grip on the throw pillow had loosened. But she was still not ready for him to see her fully naked body. Then Martha used her final piece of ammunition.

"Besides, you want to get back to sucking Marty's huge cock, with him licking your sweet pussy, don't you? Well, I don't think the two of you can do that if you are dressed." The two women looked at me and I gave them a weak smile.

"Sorry, Emily. If I am naked, you are naked." I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at her, hoping this would convince her.

"If you would lay back down, I think we can get back to it. Okay?" I waited for several seconds before she slowly lay back down on the couch. We resumed the positions from earlier and Martha stood next to my ass. Bending over at the waist, she shoved her tongue deep into my ass. I gasped again, still not used to that but loving it. And then I felt her face jammed into my butt, indicating that Walter was back pounding her pussy again. Several minutes into this, I felt the need for a change. I pulled away from Emily's pussy and wiped her juices from my lips. This, or course, pulled my cock from her mouth and she sat up.

"Emily, I would really love to feel my cock in your pussy. Would that be okay?" She smiled at me and stood up.

"Where do you want me?" Then, as she stood there totally naked, she realized that Walter was getting his first clear and unobstructed look at her naked body. I saw her tense up as if preparing to run away. Then, slowly, I saw her relax. She held his gaze for several seconds and then she turned to me.

"Where do you want me?" I loved the fact that she let me choose my favorite position. I grinned at her, lust in my eyes, and asked her my favorite question.

"How do you feel about doggie?" She returned my grin, and then turned and knelt on the couch with her ass pushed out towards me. I stepped forward and eased my dick inside. I already knew she was more than wet enough to handle me because my tongue had been licking her pussy just seconds earlier. I pulled back a couple inches and then pressed all the way inside. Well, as far as I could push, anyway. I ran into her cervix with an inch to spare.

Her pussy felt so good! I simply loved sliding in and out of her tunnel. She was so wet that I could feel her juices oozing out as I pressed in. And the longer I pumped her, the more juices I could feel oozing out of her. So much that I could feel her juices dripping down my balls and onto my thighs.

"Jesus, Emily, I will need a case of air freshener when the two of you are done." Martha's comment spawned a really perverse idea in me.

"Well, Martha, if you came over here and licked her juices off my balls, I think you will need less air freshener." Emily's head jerked around and she tried to look at me.

"Marty, how gross."

"Hold it, Emily, I just sucked a gallon of your juices from your pussy and loved it. Don't you dare tell me that was gross." She hesitated for a second before responding.

"Well, no, not gross. I mean, not when you do it." I interrupted before she could get to where I knew she was going.

"And I bet you loved it when I was licking your pussy and sucking your clit, didn't you?" She slowly nodded, and then nodded again but much faster.

"And I bet you loved it when you were sucking my cock and licking my balls, didn't you." This time she nodded quickly with no hesitation.

"And I don't think it is gross if your mother licks my balls." And I went back to slowly fucking Emily. After another minute of that, Emily spoke up.

"Okay, Marty, you have made sweet love to me long enough. Now it is time to fuck me. And I mean, really fuck me." I took her at her word and started pounding her. Again and again I rammed her pussy hard and she began to grunt with each thrust. I could feel my balls tighten, and then I could feel something else. I looked down and saw Martha on her back with her face directly under my driving cock.

At first I thought she really was going to lick my balls, but then I realized that she was actually lining up her face with Emily's pussy. It dawned on me what she was trying to do, so I pulled back on Emily's hips just slightly. This suspended her pussy directly over her mother's mouth. And Martha opened her mouth with an expectant expression in her eyes.

"I am about to cum. Get ready for it." It seemed to Emily that I was warning her, but I was actually warning Martha. And not a moment too soon, because I shot the first of several jets of cum into Emily's pussy. She squealed with pleasure as she felt my cum coat the walls of her pussy. And it took two more jets of cum before it started oozing out of her pussy and into her mother's mouth. I looked down and saw a scene so erotic that I know it made my orgasm last longer. When my cock decreased its volume to just the slow oozing of a couple more drops, I sat down on Martha's large chest cushions and looked directly into a very juicy pussy.

"Okay, Emily, push. I want to see my cum ooze out of your pussy." She moaned and then she pushed and then she oozed two large dollops of my cum out and directly into her mother's mouth. I almost came again from the awesome sight of it.

And then Emily sat up and saw what was going on. She squealed, a look of disgust on her face. Martha sat up and Emily sat down. The two of them staring directly into each other's eyes. I quickly spoke before she could.

"Before you say anything, Emily, have you ever given a blowjob before?" She looked at me in irritation, but her expression softened and she nodded.

"And did you swallow?" More irritation but another nod.

"Well, your mother simply thought that nothing should go to waste. And maybe you could help her with that." For a second, I thought Emily was going to throw up. Then I realized it was merely disgust in her eyes. And then that emotion faded and something that looked like interest replaced it. Martha got off the floor and sat on the couch next to her daughter.

The two women gazed into each other's eyes for at least ten seconds. Then Emily slowly slid to the floor at her mother's feet. Martha leaned forward and Emily opened her mouth. Martha let a large dollop of my cum ooze into Emily's mouth. Then a second dollop followed. Finally Martha slid to the floor and Emily sat on the couch above her. They traded cum back and forth several times, the last of which was interrupted by the two women laughing. With eyes still locked on each other, they swallowed in unison, and then opened their mouths to show both men they had swallowed.

"Ladies, that was the most incredible thing I have ever seen. I think I am going to cum again." All four of us laughed, but not before Emily dropped to her knees in front of me.