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My Co-Worker and Her Daughter

Anne’s daughter catches us at play.

I had known and worked with for over Anne three years.  My father had drummed into me that dating co-workers was never a good idea, so the thought of asking her on a date had never crossed my mind.  Sex with her was always on my mind though.  

Anne was, and still is, a beautiful woman.  Her auburn hair fell just below her shoulders and framed her gorgeous face better than any artist could have imagined.  Her eyes had a way of penetrating any facade and I always thought that she knew when I had masturbated thinking of her the night before.

Her long legs were never covered with stockings or hose.  I knew she must shave them daily because I never saw any sign of hair. They were always tanned, smooth and looked silky.  I cannot count the times I had to fight the urge to place my hand on her thigh or knee when we sat together in meetings.  

She constantly sat next to me and drove me nuts with her ever-present mid-thigh skirts. Just watching her cross and uncross her sexy legs would cause me to have a trouser bump.

She was married though, and while I know that open relationships are out there, I had never met anyone who was or even fantasized about being in one.  That was until one fateful Saturday afternoon.  

We, as a company, were purchasing a new software package.  Anne admitted to me on Friday that she was worried about the new software.  I told her I had gotten some books on it at a local chain bookstore.  Most of the books were crap, but two in, particular, were very helpful.

“Bill, would I be asking too much for you to meet me at the bookstore tomorrow afternoon and show me which ones to get?”

“It’d be my pleasure.  I’ve got nothing going all day, so what time would be good?”

“Well, Tammy has swimming in the morning, and with Jimmy in Hong Kong this month, I have to do all the running around.”

“So, would two be good?” I asked.

“No, Tammy’s date is picking her up at four and I want to be there when they go.  He’s taking her to some big thing at the country club, so I want to make sure she looks good.  After that, I’m all yours.”

The phrase she used caught me a little off guard, but imagined she used it on purpose.  The added knowledge that her husband was away caused me to immediately change my approach.  I did not enjoy eating alone and I hoped she did not either.

“Okay, so how about if I drop over about five o’clock and take you to the bookstore.  After that, if you’d rather not eat alone, I’d like to take you to dinner.  Sound like a plan?”

“Bill, I’d like nothing better,” she said with a tiny little smile in her eyes.

Saturday I picked Anne up at her house and we drove into town enjoying the warm summer air.  True to form, she wore a beautiful yellow sundress that fell to just above her knees and seemed to highlight her tan.  The dress had two thin strings over each shoulder holding the top up, but truth be told, Anne was not the most well-endowed woman I’d met, so there was not that much to hold.  

Her breasts are probably large B cup or maybe C cup in size.  The dress was backless, so it was likely she was braless and she looked stunning.  I don’t think there was a single male head that did not turn to study her as we got the books.  In fact, quite a few female heads turned at the sight of her too.

The same was true at the restaurant I had chosen.  We ate fine food and drank fine wine.  Our conversation flowed smoothly, talking about Tammy and swimming, our own sports likes and dislikes and some talk about our own personal lives that never seems to be appropriate in an office setting.  The cold air in the restaurant had its normal effect on a bare-breasted woman.  

Anne’s nipples stiffened and I took every opportunity available to look at her as they tented the material of her dress.  I could only dream what they would feel like in my mouth and between my fingers.  Her aura, beauty, and erotic visage were definitely going to be rich material for many of my wettest dreams.

We left the restaurant and I drove Anne home, laughing as we went.  Inside, I was resigned to the fact that the night would soon be over but was grateful to have had the company of such a lovely woman for a few hours.

As I pulled into her driveway, Anne said, “Bill, I’m not really ready to call it an evening yet.  Would you like to come in and split a bottle of wine with me?”

“To tell you truth Anne, I was not looking forward to you getting out of the car.  I’ve really enjoyed your company tonight.”

“And I’ve enjoyed yours,” she said, “but I’ve not had enough of it yet.”

“Well then, you stay there and let me get your door,” I said as I got out.  

I helped her from the car, touching her hand for the first time that day.  I swear there was some kind of energy that sparked between us as she swung her legs out and stood next to me.  She took a little breath as our eyes met and again I saw a little twinkle in her eyes.  Anne led me to the back door and she opened it for us.  

We went in through the kitchen and she gave me a quick tour of the first floor.  When we got back to the kitchen, she gave me a bottle of wine to open as she opened a cabinet to take down some glasses.  Christ, what an absolutely fine ass she has, I thought.  I looked away just in time and got the cork out.

I poured the normal amount into the glasses and then followed her into the living room, just inside the front door.

We sat on the couch on adjacent cushions and resumed our conversation.  She crossed her far leg over the near one and turned toward me.  The conversation certainly did not go as I thought it would, however.

“Bill, can I ask you something?”

“Of course Anne.”

“Why do you look at my legs so much?  Please be honest?”

She put her hand on my bare arm and looked deeply into my eyes.  Shivers ran up my spine.

After taking a deep breath I said, “I look at your legs because they are always bare and absolutely stunning.  They’re tanned and smooth and toned and, well, they’re delicious looking and if I wasn’t looking at you, I would be touching you.  I figure looking is safer than touching.”

“If I told you that putting your hand on my knee or even my bare thigh is okay, would you?”

“Here?  Now?  In a heartbeat,” I replied quickly.

Anne took our glasses and put them on a table.  She then took my near hand between hers and placed it on her thigh.

“Right here,” Anne said, “right now, I do want you to touch.”

She pulled my hand up a little higher on her thigh.

“And touch a little more.”

I looked deeply into her beautiful eyes.  Our faces a mere foot apart.  As the distance between us collapsed, our heads tilted in acknowledgment of what was to come.  Our lips met, not in hunger or passion, but in tenderness.  Her soft lips yielded to mine as we moved against and with each other.  Her lips parted and accepted my tongue.  

She drew me into her mouth with a yearning suck before releasing me and taking my lower lip between hers.  Oh, perchance to dream that her lips would find more to suck than my mere lips.  The ebb and flow between our mouths served to stoke the fires of our passions.  Both my heads were lost in the wonderful feel of her mouth upon mine.  My cock grew as hot blood filled it.

I moved my hand from her thigh to the back of her leg and fondled the softness of her skin.  Higher and higher I went, soon holding her cheek and urging her to me.  Her hand began roaming across my thigh and she quickly found my emboldened manhood.  A moan entered my mouth as she felt it’s length and swollen girth.  Her chest pressed to mine and I felt the wonderful swell of her bosom against me.

I had to see.  I removed my hand from her rear and moved the strings from her shoulder.  She sat upright as I did and made quick work of releasing both shoulders of their charges.  Her invitation to move forward was real and exciting.  Our lips entangled again as we resumed our pose, me massaging her fine naked ass and she encouraging my cock to seek its full potential.

Leaving her lips, my lips and tongue voyaged to her ear and then neck.  Her head fell back and to the side, exposing her heretofore hidden zone to my onslaught.  Her warm flesh, scented with a light floral perfume, tasted sweet and inviting.  The nerves hidden within sent their smiling signal to her brain.  Anne moaned with pleasure.  

I went lower, gripping her dress in my teeth and dragging it down.  Her naked breasts met my vision.  Glorious orbs capped in brown with the most exquisite nipples in the center of each.  She took my breath away!  I reverently kissed each one before taking one in my mouth and running circles around her nipple with my tongue.

“Oh yes,” she muttered.

Her breasts, once only figments in my imagination were now real and beautiful.  No further thought was given of our relationship as brought my hand to bear on her naked and incredible chest.  I teased her other nipple with my fingers, pulling lightly and twisting it, all the while flitting the other with my tongue.

“Oh fuck’s sake,” she cried out breathlessly, “stand up!”

“Take off that fucking shirt,” she commanded as she turned my hips so I was facing her.  

She attacked my belt and fly and had my pants lowered faster than I had ever removed them myself.  My steeled cock pointed straight at her face, straining to be loosed from within the confines of my briefs.  She magically made the thin cotton disappear and I stood before her as God had intended.

I lifted her by the arms, and taking her dress from the bottom, gathered it and lifted it over her head and off.  She like I, was now completely naked.  She had worn nothing under her dress.  Nothing at all.  We stood before each other and drank in all the glories of our nakedness.  Her breasts, full and firm, heaved as she gazed down the length of my body.  

I was in awe of her completely hairless body, shaped to be made love to.  I took her shoulders in my hands and slowly rubbed down her arms until our hands met.  She entwined our fingers as I lifted her arms out to the side and took a step back to admire her more fully.

“Anne, you are absolutely stunning!”  I breathed out.

In response, she spread her arms wider and pulled me to her, our bodies pressed together.  Wrapped in each other’s arms, we slowly swayed to imagined music.  Her breasts pressed into my chest.  My cock pressed into her belly.

I took her face in my hands and brought her lips to mine.  She grasped me between us and slowly stroked my hardness as our lips danced an impassioned waltz.  She needed to be pleased.  I could feel it in her grip.  I could sense it in her lips.  I needed to please her.

Lowering her back to the couch, our lips did not part.  I stood, straddling her legs, bent at the waist, reveling in heat of her mouth and passion of her lust.  My lips sought their place surrounding her opulent orbs.  Her legs opened wide allowing me to kneel between them and worship her as she deserved.  

I stroked her bald pussy, teasing her lips between my fingers as they moved up and down across her womanhood.  Wet heat met my fingers.  Anne played with her other nipple as I did my best to keep the one in my mouth completely stiff.  It was like rolling a small pebble around on my tongue.

One finger dipped sweetly into her wetness.  Her smooth inner being encompassing it with the juices of her passion.  Another finger joined the first and I slowly moved them in and out, her plentiful wetness greasing their path.  My thumb wove a lazy figure eight across her clit.

“Oh shit, that feels so good,” she whispered.

I lowered myself down her body further and basked in her sensual aroma.  She tasted of heat and saltiness, sweetness and desire.  My tongue lapped from her vaginal heat up and across the hood beneath which lay the object of my intentions.  My face was wet with her oozing emanations.

“Fuck you, Billy!” we heard as the front door slammed shut.

“Mom!  What the fuck!” Tammy shouted as she turned to see us.

Anne pushed my head from between her thighs and I removed my hand from within her.  She began to cover herself but then gave up on the idea.

“Tammy,” she said patting the cushion where my ass had been fifteen minutes ago, “come here and sit.”

“No.  Fuck’s sakes, mom.  What the hell?”

“Tammy,” Anne said a little sterner even though she was breathing hard, “sit here!”

I sat back on my haunches between Anne’s feet, unwilling to stand and expose myself to Tammy, even though she could plainly see I was naked too.  Tammy sat next to her mother and looked at me crossly.  She could probably even see her mother’s juices on my chin.

“Tammy, sweetheart, you know daddy and I have an open marriage.”

Well, I for one was glad to hear that for the first time, but I think Anne could have told me sooner.  The thought of us coupling even though she was married had not deterred me from accepting her offered body, but now knowing it was permitted eased my mind to some degree.

“Yeah, mom, but in front of me?  I’ve never even seen you and daddy together, let alone some stranger.”

“Well, first of all,” Anne started, “you weren’t supposed to be home for another three hours or more and Bill isn’t a stranger.  I’ve known him and worked with him for more than three years now.”

“You’re Bill from the office?” Tammy asked me incredulously. 

“Yep,” I said tersely. I figured the less I said the better.

“Mom’s talked a lot about you.  To be honest, I thought I’d meet you a lot sooner.  Nice to meet you,” Tammy said extending her hand.

“Normally, I’d stand and shake your hand, but, um, it’s a little wet and I don’t think I should stand up right now.”


“No, sweetheart, it’s not gross,” Anne said, “it’s really beautiful in its own way.  I was feeling so good and I was enjoying it so much.  And besides, your dad doesn’t like to do that.  He thinks it’s gross.”

“Yeah, that figures,” Tammy said, “all the guys want blow jobs, but push their head down and you’d think the building was on fire.  So he’s really good at it?”  Tammy asked nodding toward me.

“He really is, sweetie.  It felt so nice!”

“What’s it feel like?” Tammy asked now beginning to get more curious than grossed out.

Anne replied with something right out of the blue, “Did I ever tell you about when my cousin Marty died and I went to Aunt Joan’s?”

“Yeah, you were really upset, so?” Tammy replied.

“Well, there’s a bit more to the story than I’ve ever told anyone.”

“Like what?”

“So, Aunt Joan and I were sitting on her couch, much like we’re sitting now, only she wasn’t naked of course and I wasn’t either.  I just cried and cried in her arms.  At some point, I guess I started to calm down a bit and Aunt Joan started to kiss away my tears.  Well, her kisses got close to my lips and then we started kissing.  We, well, things just kind of went from there.”

“You?  You kissed a woman?  You were with a woman?  What was it like?”

“It was really sweet and soft and tender.  Just like kissing and messing around with a guy I guess but different if you know what I mean.”

“No, not really,” Tammy replied.

“Here, let me show you,” Anne said taking her daughter’s face in her hands.  

To my shock, Anne tenderly moved her lips to her daughter’s and without objection, they began kissing.  I watched over the span of quite a few minutes.  I found myself in states ranging from disbelief to erotic bliss as their kiss went slowly from the platonic buss between mother and daughter to full-fledged lust between lovers.  

Their hands, at one time folded in their laps, moved to explore the other’s body.  While Tammy gently squeezed and played with Anne’s supple nipples, Anne exposed her daughter’s more bountiful breasts and she massaged them enthusiastically. 

By that time, I had my cock in my hand and was doing a massage of my own.  Anne’s eyes opened and she looked over at me.  She left Tammy’s tit for a moment and reached for my hair.  She pulled me back between her thighs before releasing me to touch her daughter again.  I could not take my eyes off them as I entered Anne with my fingers and again tasted her sweet nectar upon my tongue.  Quickly, her clit rose from its hiding place and offered itself to my mouth.

Moments passed as my tongue flitted across her nub.  Her hips rose and fell to meet my hand as my fingers plunged in time and time again.  Her womb swelled and her breathing quickened.  I moved faster to meet her demanding and rising need.  With her legs beginning to quiver, I sucked her into my mouth and rolled my tongue against her clit.  The mother-daughter kiss broke.

“Fuck!  Fucking ass! Ahh…” escaped from Anne in a squeal as a small jet of sweet fluid escaped her at the same time.

Her body shook uncontrollably under my mouth until she pushed me away and collapsed.  

“Are you okay?” Tammy shouted worriedly. 

Her mother lay still, her eyes closed and breathing hard.  Tammy caressed her face but Anne did not move.

“Bill, what the fuck?”

“It’s okay, Tammy.  Just let her be for a moment.  Your mom’s fine.”

A few heartbeats later, Anne’s eyes fluttered open.  She looked at me and smiled and then looked at her daughter.

“Mom, are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m better than okay,” Anne whispered, “that had to be the best climax I’ve ever had!”

“I think you fainted for a bit,” I said.

“I believe it.  Christ, it was strong.”

“Is that what it’s supposed to be like?  I mean I just get like a little rush feeling.  You literally almost shook off the couch,” Tammy queried.

Anne looked at Tammy and then at me.  There was that twinkle in her eyes again.

“Stand up Tammy,” Anne commanded her daughter.

Tammy smiled knowing what was coming.  She stood and allowed her mom to remove her clothing a piece at a time.  Finally, when she was stark naked, Anne had her sit on the couch and slide down until her ass was almost off it.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Anne asked.

“Indeed she is,” I said moving to spread Tammy’s legs and kneel between them.

Beautiful she was.  Like her mother, Tammy’s pubes were history.  Nothing but bald puffy lips greeted my gaze.  My eyes rose to hers and I leaned into and onto her, covering her body with my own.  My lips took over where her mother’s had left off.  Tammy kissed me with the enthusiasm of youth and the hope of impending bliss.

 I took her breasts in my hands and squeezed them as our lips and tongues played together.  My cock pressed gently against the slit I would soon be exploring.  Anne reached behind me and toyed with my still filled balls, rolling them gently in her fingers.

Leaving my lips, she said to her mother in a breathless whisper, “Mom, you taste really nice.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

I went to this nubile one’s ear and then her neck.  Almost like a reflex she lifted her chin and opened herself to my mouth.  Moving down to these new, younger and larger tits, I played with her’s much the same as I did with her mother’s.  But she was even more sensitive and moans began to escape her at once.  Her sounds were dampened by her mother’s mouth but it was clear she was enjoying our attentions.

A hand, I know not whose, rested on the back of my head and urged me lower.  I obeyed.  I toyed my tongue down to Tammy’s belly button and tickled her deeply before continuing on my quest to taste the young woman her mother was offering me.  With an open hand and fingers spread, I rubbed her mound, careful not to dip too early.  

I lifted my face to look and saw red swollen lips surrounding darkened inner lips, reminding me of a flower ready to have its nectar devoured by the hummingbird.  They were damp already, wetted by the tissues that awaited me.  I kissed her pubis and pushed my face into her belly as I entered her with my middle finger.  Her breath caught momentarily.

I took my time plunging my finger deeply into her recesses and then joined it with another.  Her womb opened to me as my thumb excited her already exposed clit.  Her legs were beginning to tremble so I slowed my pace and lessened my pressure to heighten her arousal.  Looking up, I witnessed Tammy and Anne lashing each other with their tongues and mouths.  There was such hunger.

I lowered my face and took Tammy’s clit for my own, sucking it hard while moving my tongue rapidly across it.  I felt her ridges against my fingertips and knew her g-spot was within my grasp.  I pressed with my face, sucked with my mouth, twirled with my tongue and raked her insides with my fingers.

“FUCK!” She screamed.

Tammy exploded.  She writhed beneath me and her legs crossed behind me, trapping me within her grasp as she rolled from side to side and her stomach muscles did hard crunches.  She rewarded my efforts with more cum than Anne, though it was just as sweet.  I tried to suck more from her but her legs opened and she pressed me away.  Her body continued to shake and roll as Anne hugged her.

Anne left the couch as her daughter silently relaxed.  She came back with a dampened washcloth and gingerly wiped my face before cleaning first her daughter’s crotch and then her own.  

“Come on silly, off the floor,” Anne said patting the cushion between herself and her daughter.

I stood.

“Oh my,” Anne said, “we need to do something about that.”

Both women were looking at my hard as a rock cock, standing out from my body and pointing slightly upward.

“Shit, that’s big,” Tammy said.

“Well thanks,” I replied sitting between them, “that truly is what every guy likes to hear.”

“She’s right, Bill.  If I ever knew you had that hanging around, I’d have had you over a lot sooner.”

“Lie back baby, we’re going to take you someplace you haven’t been before,” Anne said to me.

I slid down some and opened my legs as Anne got up from her seat and knelt between them.

“Okay Tams, you said the boys like what you do, so show me,” Anne said taking my rod in her hand and pointing it at the ceiling. 

As Tammy took control of my cock from her mother, Anne began kissing and licking my nuts.  Tammy licked me from base to tip, first on the sides and then on the bottom, each time twirling her tongue around my glans as she got to the tip.  Pre-cum oozed from me and she made sure to gather it all into her mouth.  

She pushed her tongue into the hole and then she surrounded me.  She could only get three inches or so in as she bobbed up and down, stroking me in sync with her lips.  Anne had both my nuts in her mouth before tugging off them with an audible pop.  She then went on to treat each of them to her lips and tongue, pulling gently while licking me.

I started playing with Tammy’s tits as she continued to work her beautiful mouth and her wonderful fist on my organ.

“Take more baby,” Anne said leaving my nuts momentarily.

“I can’t,” Tammy replied leaving me in the air.

“Come here, you suck on his balls for a while and let me take him,” Anne said.

Tammy quickly went between my legs and Anne pulled on my one arm, tugging me onto my back.  She straddled my face as I lay with half my ass off the couch.  Her beautiful pussy just inches from my face, I felt her lips surround me and suck me deeply into her mouth.  

I was just about to lift my head and kiss her bald exposed lips when I felt myself hit the back of her throat and then felt her swallowing me deeper.  The feeling overwhelmed me.  Her chin ground against my pubis as she worked my cock with her throat.  Anne came up, caught a few breaths and went completely down on me taking my entire length deep into her body.  Once, twice, and yet again she swallowed all of me.

“Oh fuck,  I’m cumming,” I warned.

Anne did nothing different.  She took me deeply one last time, swallowing and moving her head up and down just a little.  She stroked me with her throat until I dumped pulse after pulse of jism into her stomach.  I was almost spent when she lifted and took the last two pumps into her mouth.  Her timing was perfect.  

Anne got off the couch and knelt next to her daughter.  I looked at them, smiling at each other.  Anne opened her mouth to show her daughter the last of my seed. Tammy kissed her and they shared the fruits of the joint effort.

“Mm, yummy,” Tammy said.

“I like the way you taste Bill,” Anne said smiling at me.

“Since we’re paying compliments, you two have very sweet and tasty cum yourselves.”

“You mean I squirted?” They both questioned in unison.

“Of course you did, both of you.”

“Holy shit,” Anne said as the three of us sat back on the couch, “I knew it was strong, but I’ve never squirted before.”

“Me neither,” Tammy chimed in.

I sat back as they both snuggled into my chest.  My arms were draped over their shoulders, each hand lazily playing with a soft mound of flesh.  We must have dozed for a time, because when I stole a glance at my watch, it was one in the morning.

“Hey ladies,” I said softly, “it getting pretty late.  I think I better get a move on.”

Anne lifted her face from my chest and said, “Uh, no.  You’re sleeping between us tonight.”

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