It was supposed to be a normal day, an early start at the supermarket to stock up on essentials, a walk along the nearby promenade leading to the pebble beach, taking in the fresh air and that ozone-rich sea breeze, and then back home to relax.

Mr Roberts was on his third aisle, selecting some cheeses and continental ham. When his gaze lifted from the trolley, all he could see was trouble. At the far end of the aisle stood Sandy Evans and Emily Jones. In itself, that wouldn't have been an issue, but they were both looking at him as they spoke.

As it happened, they were standing next to the milk, and he needed to get a four-pinter, so he had no option but to walk towards them.

It was Melissa’s mother, Sandy, who approached him as he reached out for the milk.

“A little bird tells me that you’ve been corrupting my daughter,” she said.

“And who would that little bird be?” he asked.

“My good friend, Emily here,” she said, pointing at her grinning friend.

He looked at her as he placed the milk into the trolley. “Corrupting?” he questioned. “That’s a strong word to use in the same sentence as your daughter. Corrupted would be more appropriate, don’t you think?”

“You know what I mean,” she replied, her eyes piercing his resolve at the speed of light.

He did know what she meant, and he was loving the fact that Sandy had found out that her daughter had eaten pussy.

“She was all man cock until you forced her to have sexual relations with Emily. Before you made her eat cunt.”

He held his hands up to that. He had indeed coerced Melissa into letting Emily lick her pussy, but that was it; after the initial orgasms were over, Melissa more than invited herself between Emily’s thighs to return the favour. He turned towards Sandy.

“Are you jealous that she loved licking your friends' pussy?” The wry grin announced his amusement at the matter at hand.

“Me, jealous? No, I’m not jealous in the slightest, just fucking annoyed everyone is keeping it to themselves.”

“You should get out more.” His tone was sharp and direct. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have shopping to do.”

With that, he manoeuvred around Sandy and continued on his way.

“Get out more,” she hissed to her friend.

The women started giggling and smiling at each other.

“Come on, let’s have some fun, shall we?”

“Sandy, we had fun before we came out; remember, I licked you senseless on the sofa,” Emily said. “You were panting like a nymphomaniac, staring at me with a lust-filled smile, when I started thrumming your clit with my thumb. Surely you can’t have forgotten so quickly."

“I know, but I think we need a bit of double dipping, don’t you?” And they both headed towards the tills with the little shopping they had picked up.

Mr Roberts had finished paying and had packed the groceries into bags. He wheeled the trolley to the car, and his heart sank to find both Emily and Sandy waiting for him.

He opened the boot and piled in the groceries.

“Can you give us a lift back? We seem to have missed the bus?” Emily asked in her posh voice.

They both poured into the back seat, and Mr Roberts headed off towards his home, as theirs wasn’t too far away. He kept looking in the rear-view mirror because he knew they were planning something. What he didn’t know was that Sandy’s fingers were fingering Emily’s bare cunt underneath her dress. He kept looking in the rear mirror but couldn't see anything untoward.

As he turned a left-hand corner, he heard Sandy speak. “You’re wet as fuck, Emily. My fingers are fucking coated.”

He reached to adjust the rear-view mirror and caught Sandy licking her fingers clean in the back seat. One of Emily’s legs was draped across her thighs, and one of her hands was dipping into Sandy’s top to remove her tit so that she could suck on it.

Mr Roberts nearly died as he pulled up to a pedestrian crossing to allow the woman pushing the pram to cross the road. "Please don’t look into the car, please don’t look into the car," he chanted under his breath.

Mr Roberts watched Emily’s mouth descend onto Sandy’s nipple, and he nearly died waiting for the woman to clear the crossing. Further down the road, he nearly hit the curb while straining to watch them frolic in the back seats. Luckily, there were no parked cars, or worse, children playing on the pavement. He quickly pulled in and turned to face them.

“Will you two please stop that in my car?” he shouted. “It’s very distracting,” he added.

“Better get home quick then,” said Sandy, feeding her tit into her friend's mouth, “you’ve got some work to attend to, and we haven’t had breakfast yet.”

Emily was about to correct her friend, but Sandy’s hand over her mouth stopped her.

His mouth opened wide. Realisation set in that this was not going to be any ordinary morning, and he could clearly see that it wasn’t going to pan out the way he had hoped it would. He drove home on the command of the two nymphos in the back seat, his gaze taken occasionally by the way Emily pinched and pulled at her friend's teats and extricated such lewd language from her mouth.

He pulled up outside his house, and even as he exited the car, he could see curtains twitching from across the road. He opened the front door to the house quickly and then opened the back door of the car. Neither woman even bothered to make themselves decent. They poured out of the car and into his house. He tutted and fetched the shopping from the boot.

They were nowhere to be seen when he placed the groceries in the kitchen. Then he heard giggling from upstairs. By the time he reached his bedroom, they were butt naked, legs open and thrashing about in a sixty-nine. It was the lewdest performance he had ever seen from two women, and he couldn’t resist the temptation to instil a little behavioural therapy.

The hard slap on Emily’s ass made her yelp. It was followed by another one, and then he got angry. Rage surfaced inside, and there was only one way to let it out.

“That’s it, you two are fucking out of order. You stride in here, strip off and pleasure yourselves on my fucking bed, ass pointing up in the air. Yes, Emily, I’m talking to you.” His hand landed a third time on her ass, harder than the previous two.

“What gives you the right to behave like this?”

He waited for a response, but all he got was moaning from their busy mouths.

He pushed his trousers and pants down to his ankles and rushed out of them. His shirt followed. His dick was already responding to the pussy eating feast before him. He couldn’t believe the bold and impudent behaviour of these two nymphos.

Emily yelled into her friend’s pussy from the contact with his hand. Sandy, for the moment, was lucky that her ass was fixed to the bed, but deep down she wished their positions were reversed.

Mr Roberts pointed his cock at Emily’s juicy cunt. Sandy watched it approach from underneath. He brushed it past her lips just to tease the fuck out of her, and then pushed right into the cunt facing him. The one with the red ass cheeks glowing in the darkened room. He pulled on her hips.

“You’re fucking getting it now, for your insubordination and your filthy fucking attitude.”

Emily sighed into her friend’s pussy. She lapped and licked at Sandy’s twat as best she could, but the feeling of the throbbing dick inside her and a tongue lapping at her folds was too much. Sandy returned the favour, and it wasn’t long before Emily was feeling the fullness of getting fucked and the slickness of her friend’s mouth all over her clit.

Another hard slap landed on her buttocks, followed by two more in quick succession. Right up to the point of Mr Roberts blowing his load, every penetrative thrust was accompanied by a hard slap. Her body rocked, shook, and shivered with the culmination of her orgasm. It lasted an age as neither of them gave any respite at all.

It was Mr Roberts who pulled the plug on events first. He pulled out, slapped her ass as hard as he could, and proceeded to unload the contents of his balls over Sandy’s face.

“I hope that will teach you manners,” he hissed, pushing Emily forwards and off to the side of the bed.

“Sandy, get your ass up here, now.”

It wasn’t until Mr Roberts pulled Sandy’s head from under Emily’s body and pulled her towards him that Emily fell to the side properly. Both women separated, and Sandy started moving in earnest to get her ass on the edge of the bed. Emily slowly composed herself, but her legs were still shaking, and the orgasms that engulfed her were still smouldering under the surface. She slowly turned around to see Sandy’s ass reddening with the hard slaps that seemed never-ending.

“You two could have got me arrested performing in the back of the car on a public highway. What the fuck were you thinking?” He started raising his voice, but it was the spanking that was making his cock hard again. His bell end started to rise into the air.

Emily’s eyes were wide, taking in the scene, watching Sandy pant with the strikes, her face contorted, and her hands clutching at the sheets to try and stabilise her body. Every strike seemed to cause her lower regions to shake. If Emily didn’t know better, she would assume that Sandy was on the verge of an orgasm. She was.

Sandy’s legs shook at the knees, her arms shook at the elbows, and with every slap, cum dripped from her chin onto the sheets below.

Emily couldn’t allow that to happen; she crawled towards her friend, cupped her chin in her hand, and started to kiss and lap at her face, sucking up the copious quantities of spunk and swallowing it all just as her friend’s orgasm started to spread throughout her body.

Cock slid into her juicy cunt, causing her eyes to open wide. Sandy was face to face with her friend.

“Turn around,” she commanded. Emily lost no time in shuffling on the bed; she swung one thigh over her friend's head just as Mr Roberts started humping her friend’s cunt. She shuffled forward to allow Sandy a good mouthful of slick pussy. She noticed that Sandy’s eyes were closed as if she was using braille with her tongue to find her sex.

There was a moment when Sandy started pushing backwards, taking the full force of Mr Roberts’ cock.

“Trust me, Sandy–” he felt the urge to explain his wild actions. “Your behaviour today has been unbelievable. Not the sort of behaviour I would expect from a mother, and because of that, I’m going to make sure your daughter, Melissa, gets taught the same lessons I’m teaching you right now.”

Sandy climaxed.

She didn’t know whether it was the fucking, the taste of pussy juice sliding down her throat, or those words. At the point of orgasm, all she could think of was her daughter lying in the same position, being thoroughly spanked and taking the same cock that was ploughing her insides like it was trying to get out the other end.

“Melissa is not going to make the same mistakes as you. Trust me on that score.”

If she’s got any sense, she will, thought Sandy.

Emily pulled Sandy back into reality when her hand clamped over the back of her head and pulled her friend’s face into the cavity that was sorely missing a tongue. Emily climaxed, rocking her pussy up and down on Sandy’s face.

Mr Roberts was still pounding the pussy, accompanied by the odd slap, the stings just about subsiding, fading into heat and excitement that was normal. He pulled out and spurted over her ass and backside, spunk showering down on her body, more for Emily to lick off.

As soon as he emptied himself, he grabbed Sandy by the hair and pulled her away from Emily’s pussy. He kept pulling until her legs had slid from the end of the bed. She stood, panting, waiting to be pushed on the floor and forced to suck his cock clean.

That didn’t happen. Mr Roberts gathered her clothes from the floor. He handed them to her and threw the remaining clothes to Emily.

“Get dressed, both of you. Go home, and when your daughter gets home from school, I want you to personally march her around here, bring her upstairs, tell her to strip naked for the lesson of the week, and then you can go downstairs and sit in a comfy chair and listen until it's over.”

Sandy stared at Mr Roberts, disbelief written all over her face. What had started as a bit of teasing, a bit of fun, was soon overturned, lost in the throes of depravity. It should have been a bit of lesbian fun and a fuck frenzy. It turned out to be a lot more than that.

The power they had over him was quickly dispersed and turned around, and now she felt worse than powerless but certainly not afraid or frightened. No, she felt excited.

“Can I come too?” Emily’s soft yet squeaky voice piped up from the bed as the girls exchanged their brassieres. Emily’s would never have fitted Sandra in a month of Sundays.

Mr Roberts looked at Emily. “What do you think?”

“I think – yes!” she replied.

“Well, it’s a no. Last thing we want is a lesbian threesome; that would not be right now, would it?”

Emily and Sandy both shook their heads. “No, no, that wouldn’t be right at all,” they said in unison, as they busied themselves with leaving.

As they rounded the corner out of the house, Sandy placed her arm around Emily’s waist, pulled her friend close and said, “Oh! My God, that was fucking awesome.”

ooOoo

At precisely four in the afternoon, there was a knock on Mr Roberts’ door. It hadn’t opened an inch when Sandy pushed it.

“Get upstairs,” she ordered her daughter, Melissa, pushing her inside the house much to Mr Roberts’ surprise. Her actions seemed forceful, as if her daughter had done the worst thing ever and was about to be punished. It made his blood boil to see her act this way.

He heard the commotion and then stared at Sandy as she came back down the stairs. Their eyes locked.

“Good girl,” he said. Sandy smiled and headed into the lounge. The first noise she heard was her daughter letting out a high-pitched screech. The spanking had started, and yet she knew he would be telling her exactly why she was there, the whole story of her and Emily and why they had been punished for their behaviour.

She just hoped her daughter wouldn’t take it to heart and would just be herself.

She smiled, bit her lower lip as the sounds permeated down the stairs. She got up, walked to the door and opened it. Emily slipped inside before the door was quietly closed. They headed back to the lounge, and Sandy’s fingers found themselves inside Emily’s knickers before they hit the sofa.

The noise from upstairs became louder. The two women kissed and fondled, in the safe knowledge that one of their daughters was having a very valuable lesson.