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With a relieved sigh, I put aside the last of the freshman essays, happy to finally be done with them. I glanced at the clock on the wall and was pleased to see that it was six-thirty. Just thirty more minutes to go. It was Parent-Teacher Conference night and although initially, I had had a slew of parents pass through, the last hour or so, things had been slow. I had put the time to good use and was looking forward to a long weekend without having to grade any papers.

"Mister Hamill?" I looked up and saw a woman's head peeking around the doorway. "Have you got a minute?" She looked vaguely familiar as she stepped into the room. Early forties, with dark brown hair, and a pert nose, she was a little on the plump side...maybe ten pounds if that, but it fit her well, filling her out in all the right places. Her black jeans fit her snugly and her black blouse was unbuttoned just enough to advertise that she had a spectacular pair of breasts. She was wearing three inch heels and knew how to walk in them...something that I think is becoming rarer as the years pass.

I stood up and gestured to the computer chair I had placed by my desk. "Absolutely, please have a seat." I was about to ask her who she was when I realized she was being followed by another person and I smiled and realized why she looked familiar. "You're Kelsey's mother?" I asked.

The young lady who followed her in was Kelsey Page, one of my Senior Honors English students. There was a great resemblance between the two in their faces...especially the slope of the noses and the tiny clefts in their chins and their dark, almost black eyes. The resemblance more or less ended with their faces. Kelsey was taller than her mother with a lean, shapely body...the kind that makes a fifty year old man remember his youth with more than a touch of wistfulness.

"Yes, I am," the woman replied, extending her hand which I shook...her skin warm and soft to the touch. "I'm Michelle Page."

"I'm very pleased to meet you," I replied. She took the offered seat while Kelsey slipped lithely into a student desk-chair combination and offered me that typical mortified gesture that I've seen a thousand times over the years when I've encountered my students and their parents together.

I reached out and flipped open my grade book, not really needing to check on Kelsey's grade, she was one of my best students and in the running for Valedictorian. "Let's see," I began, pretending to scan her grades. I looked up and smiled at her mother. "No problems here. Kelsey's one of my best students...she's maintaining a ninety-nine average and may be the finest essay writer I've had in the last twenty-five years. You should be proud. You've raised a fine young woman."

Both mother and daughter glowed with pleasure at my words and I could see that my student's beauty had been passed down from her mother. "Thank you," Michelle replied, glancing back to smile at her daughter. "She loves your class and you're her favorite teacher."

Kelsey blushed at her mother's words, no doubt a little embarrassed and to be honest, I felt a little heat in my face as well. The young woman grinned at me, the tip of her tongue peeking out the way it did when she was pleased by something...the act somehow evoking feelings deep within me...feelings of arousal that I have no doubt that every middle-aged male teacher gets when he's around such sexy and nubile young girls. I should probably have felt more guilt for my lecherous thoughts, but...hey, she was eighteen, so my guilt wasn't too bad.

"Well, Kelsey's a joy to work with and it's been my experience that that's the work of her parents. You and your husband get all the credit."

Now it was Michelle Page's turn to blush and throwing her daughter a sidelong glance, she said, "Well, actually, I guess I'll take all the credit. Kelsey's daddy walked out on us ten years ago." She rolled her eyes and gave her shoulders a little shrug as if to say, "What are you going to do?"

"Sorry," I murmured. Then I sat up straighter and said, "Then my hat is off to you, Ms. Page. You've done a spectacular job raising Kelsey."

Again, she glowed with pleasure and for a moment, there was an awkward silence before she began asking questions about the Honor's Final and wanting my opinion about Kelsey's university choices. We talked for several minutes before the conversation ended again with an awkward silence.

Michelle started to stand up, but stopped and laughed as she said, "Oh, I understand we were both at the same ACDC concert when we were young!"

Kelsey laughed and then I did too, feeling my face heat up again. I recalled one day earlier in the Fall, regaling my students with the story of how the guitarist Angus Young had showered me with sweat (along with everyone else), when he'd been carried around the arena by roadies during the Black & Blue tour. "Really?" I replied. "Did your parents bring you to the concert? You were what...five or six?" Inwardly, I winced, realizing how what I'd said sounded like a corny pick-up line. Still, that had been 1980 and I'd been nineteen.

Michelle put her hand to her mouth and giggled and said, "No...I was um, f******n." She glanced at her daughter again and then said in an embarrassed tone. "I snuck out of the house." She turned back to her daughter and said in a mocking tone as she playfully shook her finger at Kelsey, "You didn't hear that, young lady."

Kelsey rolled her eyes as only a teenager can do and said, "God, Mom...like I didn't already know you were a wild c***d." The young woman turned to me and said, "You should see her rock concert T-shirt collection, Mister Hamill...she has a dresser drawer full of them. I think she was at every rock concert that came through Indianapolis!"

I grinned and began an exchange with her mother as we each offered up various bands from the early 1980s, nodding and laughing as we recalled each one. "REO – 1981?" "Yep...Van Halen – '83?" "Oh yeah, and in '88! Judas Priest in 82?" At one point we both looked at each other and said, "Ozzy...Crazy Train!" at the same time.

I shook my head. "Great shows all and some crazy days." Sighing, I said, "I wish I still had some of those concert shirts, but I pretty much wore them out."

Michelle nodded and replied, "I know, I still have most of mine, but a lot of them you can practically see right through."

I sorta gawped at her comment, suddenly envisioning her wearing a nearly worn through T-shirt with those magnificent breasts. I felt my cock twitch a little at the thought. Kelsey giggled, "Jeez, Mom!" while realization of what she said dawned on her mother's face.

With her face turning bright red, Michelle started to speak, but was interrupted by the principal's voice coming over the intercom, announcing that "It is now Seven o'clock and our Parent-Teacher conference is now concluded. I'd like to wish students, their families and all our teachers a wonderful three day weekend."

The announcement gave Kelsey's mother a moment to recover and she stood up and said, "Well, we should let you go home. I'm sure you've had a long day. Thank you for your time." She paused and grinned as she added, "And thanks for the stroll down memory lane."

I offered her my hand which she shook as I replied, "Definitely my pleasure, Ms. Page. You two have a wonderful weekend." I looked to her daughter, looking lovely in a short, flared skirt that showed off her long, toned legs. "See you on Monday, Kelsey."

Mother and daughter retreated to the door where Michelle stopped and turned back, an odd, almost nervous look on her face. "I don't know if you've heard, but do you know who's playing at the Barclay Club tomorrow night?" The Barclay was an old nightclub fixture in downtown Indianapolis that often featured old, once famous bands still out there grinding out their music in small venues.

When I shook my head, she said, "Kansas, remember them?"

I smiled at the memory of some of their songs..."Carry On, My Wayward Son" and "Point of No Return" and especially, "Dust in the Wind." I hadn't heard most of them in a long time. "Really? I might have to check that out."

Michelle smiled at me and nodded as she said, "Well, maybe I'll see you there." She shot me the briefest of winks and putting her arm through her daughter's arm, strolled out, leaving me wondering if I had just been flirted with.

I replayed the whole meeting with Kelsey and her mother in my head as I packed up my briefcase and headed for my car. I still couldn't make up my mind if she had been flirting with me or not. The truth was, I was out of practice. I was twelve years still recovering from a bitter divorce from my first wife who'd been unfaithful and a credit card addict to boot. I had avoided women in general – in part out of anger and in part because I had been close to broke as I struggled to pay off debts she'd accrued. By the time I had regained my footing financially, I'd pretty much grown out of the habit of interacting with women outside of work.

I still appreciated the opposite sex and had had a few brief relationships, but mostly the last few years, I'd satisfied my needs with my hand while fantasizing about various students and fellow female teachers. And yes, more than once, I had masturbated thinking about Kelsey with her long legs and full, pert breasts that jutted out so entrancingly against her T-shirts and blouses.

I slept in the next day, savoring the rare Friday off, waking up and feeling horny, remembering vaguely that I had had a series of dirty dreams. I spent most of the day taking care of various errands around the house...laundry, dishes, the bathroom...all the things that a bachelor tends to let slide.

As the afternoon grew long, I kept thinking back to Michelle Page and that wink and all the naughty thoughts her obviously innocent words had produced and as it grew dark in the early Fall evening, I found myself searching for a place to park in the Barclay's parking lot, having showered and shaved, wearing blue jeans and a Colts jersey. After squeezing my little Ford Mustang into a tight spot, I paid admission and walked into the loud nightclub. Kansas had just started its set and I was pleased to see that they could still do "Point of No Return" right.

They were performing on a stage at the bottom of a circular amphitheater, surrounded by bleacher seats and small tables where people who were mostly my age or even a little older were moving to the music. Part of me was wondering if we'd still be rocking out when we were all using walkers. Part of me knew that answer was a resounding, "Fuck yes!" I found an open spot at a bar that looked over and down the stage, giving me a reasonably good view of the dimly lit club. People were dancing here and there...mostly at the bottom of the amphitheater. I looked for Michelle as I scanned the room, not seeing anyone I knew.

The music was better than I would have hoped for and by the time I was working on my second beer, I was over any disappointment at not seeing Michelle. My nostalgia for my youth grew as I became more relaxed and then expanded as the unmistakable and sweet aroma of marijuana wafted by. I had to laugh a little. I hadn't toked reefer in nearly twenty years.

I had turned in my seat to order another beer when I felt a hand drop on my shoulder and heard someone holler, "Mister Hamill! Hi!" I turned and found myself looking at Kelsey Page, looking gorgeous and sexy in tight blue jeans and a black bustier top that lifted her young breasts up for display, baring almost the top half of her firm globes. She was waving a beer bottle in one hand and was sporting a silly grin. "Mom has almost given up on you!" She pointed down below into the amphitheater out of my line of sight and said, "Come down and join us."

My teacher instincts kicked in as I quashed the raw lust I suddenly felt for this lovely teenager and I tried to eye her beer bottle with a disapproving stare. Kelsey followed my gaze down to the bottle in her hand and giggled before she caught me off guard, stepping up close and leaning her body into mine as she whispered into my ear, "Don't bust me, Mister Hamill. Mom got me in!" I felt my cock jerk with excitement and my stomach flipped-flopped as I felt her lips brush my ear as she spoke.

I was still in shock when she moved back and took my hand and with a jerk of her head, sending her dark, red streaked hair swirling, said, "C'mon. Mom is going to be thrilled to see you!" I was helpless to refuse, not that I wanted to and so I found myself being led down into the amphitheater, Kelsey deftly weaving through the crowd of mostly middle-aged folks like myself.

We stopped so abruptly at a small square table that I bumped into Kelsey from behind, her firm butt feeling marvelous as it collided with my front, an erection threatening to emerge. She glanced over her shoulder at me in surprise and then giggled as she turned around and tapped a woman sitting with her back to us on the shoulder. Over the din of one of Kansas' later tunes, she shouted, "Mom, check out who I found!"

Michelle turned and saw me standing there, a slightly uncomfortable grin on my face and she jumped up and threw her arms around me and gave me a quick hug, surprising me a little with her overt familiarity...not that I actually minded as I felt her large breasts rubbing against my chest. "Mister Hamill, you came after all!" she shouted as she let me go and took a step back with a silly grin beaming on her face.

Her eyes were a little unfocused and a quick glance at the table confirmed some empty bottles, so I reckoned she was a few ahead of me. Part of my mind chided me for focusing so damned much on how much beer was being drunk and reorganized my thinking, aided by Michelle bouncing a little on her feet and gesturing to her chest as she crowed, "Ta-Da! From my priceless collection!"

Like her daughter, Michelle was wearing tight fitting blue jeans, but with an old black concert shirt that was nearly faded to gray. Tattered and peeled print told me that it was from a Styx concert, but what drew my attention to it was that even in the dimly lit room, I could tell how worn out and threadbare it was. Bought for someone who had been more slender in 1982 or 1983, it was stretched more than skin tight across her considerable chest, leaving no doubt that she was braless, her nipples standing erect like proud, stubby soldiers on duty against the tattered material. Here and there were small rips and separations and I sensed that under better light, I would be able to see brief, tantalizing glimpses of her bare flesh.

I felt my cock responding to the very lovely and womanly visage before me, growing larger by the second while I grinned stupidly at her and tried to think of something to say, finally settling for, "Hi! You look great!"

Kansas had started up one of their last hits, "Play the Game" and Michelle was moving to the music as she moved towards me again and pulled me towards the table. "Come have a seat with me. Do you need another beer, Mister Hamill?" She grinned at her daughter who was looking at us both with amusement. "Kelsey, think you can get us both another beer, hon?"

I nodded and said, "I'd love one, but please call me John."

Kelsey laughed and said, "Beers coming right up, Mom...John." She paused and her forehead wrinkled as she seemed to consider something. She shook her head, her mahogany and red tresses falling over her face before she brushed them back. "Nope, I can't do that. You're Mister Hamill to me." She waved goodbye and moved upwards into the crowd as Michelle pulled me into a seat and slid her chair close to mine.

"Well, I like the sound of your name. John...it suits you." She reached out and put her hand on mine. "I was hoping you'd show up tonight. I really enjoyed meeting you at the parent-teacher conference and doing that trip down memory lane."

"I enjoyed it too," I hollered over the music. I was kind of glad that in the dim light of the club, she couldn't see me blushing from my awkwardness. "I'd hoped I would run into you tonight." I paused and then added, "I was surprised to see Kelsey with you though," immediately regretting having said it – hating those moments when the responsible teacher came out in me. I had no business judging other parents decisions.

Michelle didn't seem to mind, sticking her tongue out at me and saying, "No big deal...she's eighteen and at least I know where she's at, right? Better she have a few beers with me than out running the road with some eighteen year old pile of male hormones with his attention on her tits rather than the road."

She laughed as my jaw dropped open in surprise at her frank comments. She finished off the beer in front of her and said, "I know, I know. I'll never be parent of the year, but hell...we were k**s too once, right and when we were eighteen, you could at least drink beer – at least that pissy 3.2 swill."

I laughed and recalled the days before the drinking age was kicked up to twenty-one. "Sorry, I've no right to sound judgmental and besides, you've already got my vote for parent of the year. She's a great k**!"

Michelle beamed with pride and nodding her head, replied, "Thank you." She let out a long sigh. "But, she's not a k** anymore...I've got a young woman on my hands now. I thought I worried about her when she was five."

She squeezed my hand and I rolled mine over so we could intertwine our fingers and lock them together. Her flesh felt almost feverish...an arousing warmth that seemed to flow and spread into my body. Looking into her eyes, I saw something wild and restless there and my cock pulsed in my jeans in response. Nearly dry-mouthed, I said, "I'm not worried about her. She has a great mother who raised her right."

Michelle beamed at me again and squeezed my hand tight. Then she shook her head back and forth and said, "Listen to us. There's rock music booming and we're acting like a couple of square old farts. We're at a rock concert, we need to be grooving to the music – dancing and kissing and getting down!" She jumped to her feet, her barely contained breasts bouncing happily as she held out her hand and said, "Dance with me, John!"

Feeling awkward and shy, I nevertheless stood up and took her free hand and we danced...me not so well because I hadn't done it in so long, but also because Kansas's music wasn't exactly great for dancing and in part because I was very distracted by this buxom beauty that I scarcely knew, but who seemed to very interested in me. I tried to match her shimmying movements, nearly awestruck by her graceful and sexy moves, but mostly I worked at not falling over my own feet.

Kansas suddenly transitioned from a fast moving rocker to the more lyrical and slower Dust in the Wind and Michelle followed suit, transition from a body quaking dynamo to moving into me, her arms going around my neck as she pressed her body into mine, her breasts flattening out against my damp Colts shirt while we moved to the music...not exactly slow dancing, but slow enough that I could keep pace with her...not that I wanted to allow her to move away. It had been a long time, but suddenly I found my arms full of a luscious...voluptuous woman and I most definitely liked it.

My head was swimming a little as I hadn't been with someone that moved this fast...flirted this furiously for many, many years. This combined with her reckless attitude with her daughter created a nagging voice in the back of my head that said I was heading for trouble. That voice was greatly muted as she slowly ground her body against me, her breasts dragging against my chest so that I could feel her hardened nipples.


Michelle stared up at me, capturing me with those dark eyes of hers...drawing me in so that I could get a sense of her face with that cute nose and those thick, luscious lips and then she smiled at me, the tip of her tongue peeking out just as her daughter's did when she was pleased about something or had been praised in class. I felt my cock twitch in my pants, pressed against her stomach and wondered if she could feel it throbbing, betraying my aroused state.

"This is nice," she said, raising her voice just enough to be heard. "I'm not moving too fast for you, am I?"

I wasn't sure if she was talking about the speed of our dancing or her actions as a whole, but in the end, I was fine with both and said, "Nope. I'm having a fine time, Michelle!"

She looked pleased and purred back, "Good...now, we've got as far as the dancing. Would you think I'm being forward if I asked for a kiss?"

That surprised me a little, but I shook my head and said, "I'd love to kiss you, but you should know, I'm a little out of practice and might not get it right."

Michelle giggled and replied, "Not a problem...I'm a firm believer in practicing something until you get it right...that's why Kelsey is such a good student, she practices until she has things down perfect."

Her comments, especially bringing her daughter into it, was sort of shocking, but also titillating and I tried to respond at her level of teasing by saying, "Sounds good to me, especially if I have a good teacher helping me."

She grinned at me and licking her full lips, answered, "Oh honey, I will rock your world. I felt her breasts dragging upwards on my chest and her stomach sliding up along my cock filled jeans as she rose up on tip-toe and pressed her lips against mine. I expected a chaste kiss at least initially, but her mouth was open from the get-go, and in surprise, I opened my mouth in response to the furious assault from her tongue which quickly found my own and I found myself kissing her with more passion than I had possessed in a long time.

As Michelle and I dueled wet tongues, my hands on their own, somehow found their own way from her waist to her hips and I cupped and squeezed her butt cheeks as she worked herself against me. I could feel the blood pounded in my head as she finally slipped her tongue from my mouth and with our lips almost meeting, said to me, "Nothing wrong with your kissing, John...you get an 'A+' but just to be sure...let's keep practicing."

We resumed kissing, our tongues coming together in lewd fashion before our lips touched, enjoying the feel and taste of each other. Pulling herself against me tighter, Michelle drew one leg up along mine and then curled it around my left leg, grinding her crotch against my thigh. Even though the club was warm and humid, it seemed to me as if her crotch was hot. I quivered with sudden hunger for this woman that I barely knew and kissed her harder and more fervently, drawing an approving and muted moan from her. We both had our eyes open, staring at each other, recognizing our lust mirrored in the other's image.

The song faded away and was followed by applause and we still slowly danced and kissed, not really conscious of the rest of the world until I heard some fellow with a deep bass voice bellow, "Get a room, you horndogs!"

Michelle giggled into my mouth and we both broke the kiss, both of us gasping for air as we let each other go and took a step back to look at each other with a lot of desire and a little wonder at the sudden development of physical attraction. I suddenly realized the lights had come up a little and indeed, Michelle's T-shirt was so threadbare that her breasts were nearly completely exposed – in places the fabric just barely holding together and I struggled to not focus solely on them which she noticed with a wicked grin on her face. A voice announced from speakers overhead that Kansas was taking a break and would return in half an hour for a second set.

I stepped up to Michelle and said, "That was...um, that was wonderful."

She took my hand and drew it to her face and said, "Yes, it was," before kissing the back of my hand. She then guided me back to our table where we found Kelsey sitting, watching us with a grin that looked as evil as her mother's.

She blinked her eyes in a poor imitation of blithe innocence and said, "Well, I guess you two aren't having any problems getting acquainted."

We slipped into chairs opposite the young girl and Michelle giggled again and said, "Well, sweetie, I always told you I was a wild c***d!"

Kelsey rolled her eyes with mock exasperation and said, "Yeah, but it's different when you actually see your mother in action!" She slid two bottles of beer over to us. "It looks like you both could use something to cool off."

Michelle and I looked at each other and broke out laughing like embarrassed teenagers caught necking and then clinked our bottles together before we each took a sip.

Kelsey studied us both, a grin on her face before she turned to me and said, "I don't know if Mom told you, Mister Hamill, but she's developed a crush on you."

"Really?" I said even as her mother told her to behave.

Michelle's daughter nodded and went on, saying, "Oh yeah. I kept coming home and telling her how cool your class was and how cool you were and...um, how good looking." I felt my skin begin to burn again as the teenager looked coyly at me and added, "And then I showed Mom your picture in last year's yearbook and she fell head over heels for you!"

Michelle took a sip of her beer and said in a serious tone. "I said he was sexy hot, Kelsey...not that I fell in love with him." She reached out with her free hand to grasp my hand again. "Not that falling for him would be all that hard to do." She ran a fingernail over the top of my hand, smiling coyly at me.

"Maybe you should cool your jets a little, Mom," Kelsey said smugly. "You might scare him away."

I stepped into the conversation and said, "Well, things might be moving a little fast, but I'm not planning to run away."

Kelsey's mom smiled at me, still gently scratching my hand with her fingernail and replied, "That's good, John. I hope that this night is just getting started."

We looked at each other for a long time silently...maybe too long because Kelsey said again in that tone of exasperation that only teenagers can muster, "God...go ahead and kiss each other again. I know you're dying too!"

Michelle watched me expectantly and suddenly, I didn't want to disappoint her. I scooted my chair a little closer and leaned into her, sliding my arm around her waist and pulling her to me. We kissed again, Michelle's mouth open and welcoming as our lips met. As before, we both kept our eyes open as we kissed – our tongues already moving together with familiar intimacy. Once in a while, I could see her quickly glance over at Kelsey and my eyes would follow to see the teenager looking at us with great interest and maybe even a little bit of envy, her tongue peeking out to worry at her lips.

When the kiss ended, I ran my tongue over my lips, savoring every bit of Michelle's taste and then gave Kelsey an awkward and embarrassed grin. She gave me that evil grin that she must have inherited from her mother and said, "What's wrong, Mister Hamill?"

I started to reply, then hesitated. How to put all my emotions into words? Here I was, basically making out with a woman I barely knew, but who I already was dying to get into her pants, kissing her in front of her daughter who happened to be in one of my classes and was herself dressed somewhere between sexy and slutty and who was responsible in part for the throbbing erection in my jeans, along with her lusty mother.

Finally, I managed to stammer, "I, um...well, I don't think I've ever French-kissed one of my student's mother before...at least not in front of her."

Kelsey shrugged, making her large, youthful breasts bounce a little in that bustier outfit of hers and said, "It doesn't bother me. You both seemed to be enjoying yourselves. I reckon you must be a good kisser."

"Oh yeah, he is that!" murmured Michelle.

Kelsey shrugged again, her smile seeming to hint that she knew what her movements made her breasts do and that she enjoyed showing them off to me. "I'm happy for you guys. I love my Mom and all I want is to see her happy and I think you're a great guy. If you two hook up, I'll be thrilled." She glanced at her mother and shot her a sly wink.

Michelle scooted a little closer to me so that her leg was pressing against mine. She dropped her hand on my upper leg as she said, "Don't be shy around Kelsey. We've never kept secrets from each other...after all that we've been through, we're too close to do that." She smiled at her daughter, the love that she had for her clearly evident and said, "She knows exactly how horny her mother can get and has never judged me." Her hand stroked up and down my upper thigh, coming dangerously close to the bulge of my erect cock as she added, "And she knows that I'll never judge her."

On the stage, the members of Kansas were again beginning to gather and after staring at them for a moment, Michelle said, "I'm glad we came here tonight, but we've heard most of their hits. How about we get out of here and get something to eat? Maybe someplace quieter where we can talk?"

"Sounds great to me," I replied. "Kelsey?" I asked, looking her way.

She shrugged again, I think for my benefit so I could see her fine, pert breasts bounce yet again and said, "I think I've had enough of the classics for one night. I want a cheeseburger!"

I told them I knew just the place and we weaved our way through the crowd, Michelle holding hands with both of us. I felt like a proud, preening peacock as I led them out, seeing many of the men there eyeing mother and daughter with interest and looking at me in envy or in confusion as to how some average, middle-aged guy had wound up with two gorgeous women.

Michelle asked me to drive as I had only had a couple of beers while she had gotten several bottles ahead while waiting for me to show up. I had no problem with that and led them back to my car...my one vanity possession – a '68 Mustang Fastback. It had been one of the few things I'd walked away from my divorce with...back then, being little more than a shell. Much of my time since had been spent restoring my Mustang.

Both ladies were very impressed with my metallic blue Ford, although Kelsey fussed a little as she clambered into the back seat. "Wow, this is really cramped," she muttered as she bent over and wiggled her way in...at different points offering a premium view of her tight, blue-jean clad ass and then as she pulled herself in, appeared to almost have her firm breasts fall out of her bustier.

I felt my face burning as I looked up from the view of her breasts on display to see her mother watching me with amusement while she told Kelsey, "Don't complain to me about how tight it is in the back – I think you were conceived in the back of a Mustang just like this...only it was painted green."

I held the door open for Michelle and she got in after pausing to give me a quick, but very wet kiss. As I climbed in and fired the engine up, Michelle scooted over as close to me as she could in her bucket seat and said, "You know, some people say when a guy owns a car like this, he must be compensating for something else." She glanced back at her daughter who was hovering close to us on the edge of the back seat and in full view of Kelsey, reached over and ran her hand over the bulge in my jeans, assessing the size of my erection. Giggling, she turned and looked back at Kelsey and said, "Nope...not compensating for anything here!" Then, in a slightly softy and huskier voice, she said, "Very nice, John!"

My ears were singing as the blood pounded in my head, my face feeling like it was on fire as I tried to get my mind around the fact that a student's mother had just blatantly groped me in front of her daughter. I tried to laugh it off and leered at Michelle and admonished her jokingly to, "Behave now, I don't need any more distractions than you two ladies while I'm driving."

Both ladies giggled at my comments as I moved through the eastern side of Indianapolis until we reached a well known burger joint, its rundown appearance being no indication of the quality of the food. Soon, we were chowing down on the best burgers in town as we talked. I discovered that Michelle was a Nurse-practitioner in an ER in a local hospital and had been married once...divorcing Kelsey's father after he abandoned them when Kelsey was seven years old. She had been working as a secretary for an insurance agency, but went back to school for her medical degree while working and raising Kelsey.

"Wow...that had to be hard and the fact that you obviously did a fantastic job raising her says a lot." I looked at Kelsey who was sitting next to her mother across the booth from me, the two of them a vision of youthful and mature sensual beauty. "You must be proud of your Mom."

Mother and daughter eyed each other, smiling affectionately at each other and then Kelsey replied, "She's the greatest! I'm glad things were the way they were. It just made us closer!"

Michelle glowed with love and motherly pride. She leaned over and kissed her daughter on the corner of her mouth and said, "We did it together...just the two of us. I love her more than anything!"

Kelsey blushed and shivered a bit and reached out and squeezed her mother's hand. "I love you, Mom," she murmured and leaned in and kissed her mother back, a little more fully on the lips than the previous kiss." Both were blushing a little now and I felt a little flushed. I hoped my face didn't reflect how erotic my view was...the two sexily dressed women kissing was turning me on and somehow, knowing that they were mother and daughter made it even hotter.

Kelsey recovered first and looking at me speculatively, said, "But maybe...maybe Mom might find room for someone else in her life, Mister Hamill. You interested?"

It was Michelle's turn to be embarrassed. "Kelsey! And you're always complaining about how I lack subtlety!"

I laughed and said, "That's okay. I'll be honest...this evening has been like a wild roller coaster ride and my head is spinning, but..." I reached out and took Michelle's other hand in mine. "I like roller coasters and I'm having the time of my life."

Michelle's eyes went a little wide and her face softened a little with a joyful expression and she sighed, "Oh, John...that's so sweet! She stood up as best she could in the booth and leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue slipping into mine for a rousing kiss.

Between the background chatter in the diner and the wet noise of our kiss, I almost missed the soft, muted sound of tattered, worn cotton splitting and might have not even registered the noise if Kelsey hadn't said in a laughing voice, "Mom, I think you've had a wardrobe malfunction!"

Michelle broke the kiss, moving back to sit down as she looked down at the front of her T-shirt and made a funny "Eek!" sound as she and I both saw that her worn material of her shirt had split in a long line of maybe five inches where her left nipple had been nearly poking through the deteriorating fabric to reveal her swollen nipple – a dark nickel sized nub that was a half inch long as well as a sizable portion of her left breast. My aching cock let go with a sudden spurt of precum as it throbbed hungrily at the sudden appearance of a magnificent breast.

"Oops," I murmured, both sorry and pleased that I wasn't carrying a jacket to offer her some cover.

"Damn...and I liked this shirt. It was one of my favorites!" muttered Michelle as she tried to pull the torn cloth back together, but only proceeded to make it worse as the tear widened. "Damn!" she repeated and then looked up at me with a silly grin as she clapped her hand over her exposed breast and said, "I guess maybe you should run us home before I get arrested for indecent exposure!"

I glanced around and saw that a few other customers had noticed what had happened and were staring with great interest. "I doubt anyone is going to complain, Michelle," I said with a teasing tone, maybe happy to have someone else besides me feeling off-balance. "But, maybe we should get going."

I tossed down money for the food and tip and then led the ladies out, Michelle with a hand on my shoulder and another around my waist as she pressed herself against my back to minimize her lack of coverage. Glancing back, I saw she had an embarrassed but also proud expression on her face, acknowledging the winks and whistles of her new admirers in the diner.

Once we were back in my car and moving back across town, Michelle relaxed and dropped her hand away from her breast, leaving it exposed in the flickering light as we passed under street lights and by brightly lit business signs. That proved to be a distraction as I kept glancing over to admire the sloping curve of her breast and her swollen and delectable looking nipple.

At some point, I think I might have swerved slightly and she leaned close and said, "Pay attention to the road, sweetheart," even as she added an additional distraction by again dropping her hand into my lap and slowly rubbing my jean covered cock. From the back seat came amused giggling from Kelsey that did nothing to assuage the arousal I was feeling.

Finally, we arrived at their home – maybe a mile from my own small house. Michelle and Kelsey lived in a late nineteen twenties Craftsman style house that was well kept up with beds of now burgeoning flowers, responding to the unseasonably warm weather this early in the Spring.

Under the illumination of a bright streetlight, I could see that the rip in Michelle's T-shirt had widened and her entire breast, a lovely and meaty gourd-shaped tit was exposed. She turned in her seat to face me, unashamedly showing off her magnificent breast. "I think I speak for Kelsey when I say we've had a lovely time, John." Michelle murmured, her voice a little hoarse.

"It's been my pleasure, Michelle. I hope we can...see each other again...soon." I watched as her pleasure at my words seemed to make her nipple swell even more.

Michelle glanced back at her daughter in the backseat and from the edge of my vision, I sensed movement in my rearview mirror. Michelle licked her lips and said, "Would you like to come in, John?"

My heart was pounding with excitement, but I was trying to not go overboard and ruin the moment. "Well...it is getting late and I don't want to keep y'all up."

Michelle leaned in and with the one hand still resting on the bulge in my jeans, she reached out and turned off the motor and handed me the keys. In a voice that was low, but dripping with excitement, she said, "John, I want you to come in." She looked back at her daughter. "Kelsey doesn't mind in the least, do you, darling?"

"Nope!" came Kelsey's quick reply. "You two have been having a wonderful night...I don't see the point in stopping now." She was in shadow, but I knew that she was smiling – that her pleased, tongue peeking grin was on her face.

I reached out and stroked Michelle's face and replied, "Okay...let's go in!"

I climbed out and flipped up the seat for Kelsey and still complaining about the tight quarters back there, she wormed her way out, stumbling as she emerged to fall against me. I caught her, but suddenly found myself with my arms full of luscious, young woman. Kelsey pressed herself against me as she regained her balance and I was helpless and unable to resist looking down to see her breasts ready to spill out of her bustier...her aureoles now visible above the black fabric of her top.

She glanced down and then looked at me slyly as she murmured, "Whoops...sorry about that." She moved past me, her breasts dragging across my chest as she headed up the walk, digging house keys out of her tight jeans.


Still watching her, I came around and opened the door for Michelle, offering her a hand out of the car. Standing on the sidewalk, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me, unmindful about her exposed breast. When we finally untangled our tongues, she silently took my hand and led me up the walkway to her house. Kelsey had already gone ahead and up the steps to the concrete and stone porch and had unlocked their door and went in.

Michelle gave me a quick tour of the downstairs...kitchen, bathroom, utility room, dining room and a surprisingly large living room and by the time we'd settled on the couch, Kelsey reappeared, carrying two more beers and a coke, handing off the beers to us as we settled on a large, overstuffed couch while she slipped into a large Lazy-Boy chair and kicked it back, her breasts again hinting at the possibility of falling out as she inclined backwards and grabbed a remote on a small table beside her.

Michelle kicked off her boots and curled up beside me, keeping the old concert shirt on, unashamed in the least of having a breast hanging out in the well lit room, brushing against my arm. She wrapped one arm through mine while the other rested again on my lap, slowly and visibly and slowly rubbing my erect cock in front of her daughter. That was both disconcerting and strangely exciting at the same time. Kelsey would glance over at us, smile at the spectacle of her mother cuddling intimately with her English teacher and then return her attention to the television.

We all barely spoke for the next hour as we watched reruns of a popular comedy – as well known for being sexually crude as it was for being funny – Kelsey giggling at the sexual innuendos while Michelle and I divided our time between watching and kissing. By the time it was over, Michelle had somehow gone from being curled up on my right side to sitting in my lap, her blue jean covered ass feeling sweet on my erection which once in a while she would wiggle around on.

I lost track of what I was doing sometimes during our making out – my hand wandering up to Michelle's bare tit as our tongues dueled while we kissed, cupping her heavy breast. Then Kelsey would giggle at something on the television or maybe at the spectacle that her mother and I were being and I would let my hand drop away. I would glance over at my teenage student guiltily and sometimes she met my gaze with a smile or a faintly interested expression and other times she was focused on the television, laughing or taking a sip of her soda.

Finally, she sat up in her recliner and clicked the television off with her remote. "I'm going to bed," she announced. She marched up to us, Michelle sitting comfortably on my lap and said, "I'm glad you two are hitting it off. You are my two most favorite people in the world!" Kelsey leaned down and kissed her mother on the lips, the two of them making their lips smack loudly as they did so. The young woman started to straighten up, but then hesitated and turned to me and bussed me on the corner of my mouth. "Goodnight, Mom," she said softly. "Goodnight, Mister Hamill."

She started to rise up again, but looked down at my hand which had retreated from her mother's breast and frowned. Then she grabbed my hand and placed it back atop her mother's exposed breast. "You don't have to hide the fact that Mom let you get to second base already, Mister Hamill," she said smugly. "I am totally cool with this." She patted my hand atop her mother's fleshy tit and said, "There...that's better!"

Kelsey then stood up and headed for the stairs. She turned and blew us a kiss. "Goodnight, Mom. I love you!" She climbed the first two steps and turned again and blew us another kiss and said, "I think I could love you too, Mister Hamill. Goodnight!" Before I could say a word, the teenaged girl was scooting up the stairs, breasts bouncing in her bustier, leaving her mother and I alone.

I looked down at my hand, fingers dug in slightly in Michelle's meaty breast. "Wow, she's really something, isn't she?"

Michelle stroked my face and replied, "You have no idea...she surprises me everyday." She kissed me again, gently and quickly, and looking down at my hand on her breast, added, "But enough about my sweet, sexy daughter, Mister Hamill. Would a certain teacher like to show a certain parent some special attention?"

"It would be my pleasure...the school system encourages a strong parent-teacher relationship," I replied before kissing her as my hand squeezed and caressed her exposed breast. As our tongued danced and probed, I enjoyed making Michelle shiver as I teased her swollen nipple with my hand, lightly sc****d her rubbery button with my palm. Without breaking the kiss, Michelle shifted around till she was sitting on top of me, straddling me as her thighs pressed into my legs from each side, gently rocking atop my jean clad erection.

I broke the kiss suddenly to duck my head down and took her swollen nipple between my lips, making Michelle moan as I sucked and used my tongue on the throbbing nub. As I nursed at her large tit, my hand was sliding over her other breast, squeezing it through the threadbare cotton of her T-shirt. I let her nipple slip from my lip as I heard a soft, ripping sound and realized that I had snagged a small hole and torn it open wider with an exploring finger.

Michelle was breathing hard and staring at me with dark, hooded eyes. "Sorry about that," I murmured, glancing down just long enough to confirm the tear, a three inch gash that revealed the upper swell of her still partly covered breast.

"Shirt's toast, anyway," Michelle hissed. "Go ahead and finish it. Tear my shirt off me."

Her offer of this pseudo-violent act sent a wave of arousal through me and with a snarl, I hooked my fingers into the ragged holes of her shirt and tore it wide open, completely exposing her lovely breasts. A couple more jerks and the shirt fell off her arms in tatters to fall on the floor while the woman in my lap moaned, her heavy breasts, like beautiful, heavy gourds heaving with excitement.

Michelle nearly growled as she placed her hands on my cheeks and pulled my face to her for a quick, wet kiss and then guided me down to her breasts, allowing me to nuzzle her fleshy tits, moaning happily as I licked and kissed my way over her meaty breasts, nuzzling and sucking at her thick, long nipples that I could feel throbbing with excitement as I rolled my tongue around and over them.

We were kissing again, juicy, messy kisses as our tongues writhed feverishly around each other in between slathering licks at each others lips. As we kissed, Michelle's hands worked furiously at my belt buckle, undoing the button on my jeans before she slid a little backwards on my legs and yanked my zipped down. I groaned as I felt her hand, warm and soft reach into my fly and into my shorts, searching for my erect cock.

Michelle broke the kiss and was suddenly on her knees, hands tearing my sneakers from my feet and then with the expertise that only a mother possesses, tugged my jeans down and off, flinging them and my shorts away as she triumphantly seized my freed penis in her hand. "Oh God, you are so big, John!" she moaned as she wrapped her long, slender fingers around my shaft and slowly stroked it. She moved in and blew warm air across my throbbing cock head. Michelle looked up at me wickedly and said, "You've been hard all night. Did I give you this erection or did Kelsey make you hard?"

This was a dangerous question, but I suddenly found myself not wanting to ever lie to this woman and I told her the truth, "It was both of you! I've never met a mother and daughter who were so sexy and hot!"

Michelle grinned, obviously pleased for my answer...because of my honesty or for some unknown perverse reason of her own, I hadn't a clue. "God, John. I am going to fuck your brains out," she panted. "But first..." Michelle leaned forward, her mouth opening wide and expertly wrapped her lips around the head of my penis and took me in her mouth, her tongue dancing wildly over my tumescent flesh.

"Oh my God!" I moaned as I felt Michelle take more of me into her mouth, swallowing inch after inch of my erection with practiced ease. My hands found their way into her dark hair, twisting her long tresses and tensing to keep her mouth on my cock. Michelle began to bob her head back and forth, moderating her pace in response to pressure from my guiding hands. Her dark eyes were fixed on my face, monitoring my expressions as she learned my most sensitive spots as her tongue rolled over the swollen glans. This woman knew what she was doing and she knew what she wanted.

After a couple of minutes of her sweet mouth on my hard dick, Michelle let me slip from her lips, the air seeming incredibly cold to my penis after residing in her hot mouth. Michelle smoothly rose to her feet, taking my hand and urging me up as she said, "I want you in my bed now...your cock in my pussy in my bed...now, John!"

I found myself being led to the stairs, Michelle shifting her hold on me from my hand to my cock even as I asked in a stuttering voice. "Are...are you sure? I mean, what about Kelsey...should we...with her in the house?" Inwardly, I cursed that teacher mentality of mine, wanting to shut it up, but seemingly unable to do so.

Michelle began to guide me up the steps, slowly taking them one by one walking backwards as she said, "Kelsey won't mind, John. Hell, she'll probably be fingering herself as we fuck, hearing us." Her evil grin grew as she added, "And she will hear us, John. This cock is going to make me scream...you're going to make me scream, teacher man and you know it!"

I was speechless, stunned and aroused by her lewd and frank words. Just when I thought I might reply, Michelle suddenly sat down on the stairs about halfway up and said, "I have to suck this beautiful cock again." She guided me to her lips and began sucking my dick loudly, making wet slurping noise. My head was spinning as I suddenly wondered what Kelsey would make of this scene being played out on the stairs of her home – her mother naked from the waist up, sucking the very erect cock of her teacher who was naked from the waist down.

The thought of the teenage girl seeing her mother and me in such a carnal spectacle nearly made me lose control and I had to withdraw from Michelle's mouth. "I am about to explode," I gasped, Michelle's knowing grin telling me I didn't have to explain why.

She rose to her feet again, wrapping fingers around my saliva coated cock and said, "I wouldn't mind, honey. I expect to taste your sweet spunk soon enough, but maybe there are other places I'd like to have you cum in first." Her frank and lewd words nearly made me cum in her hands, but somehow I held off. Maybe it had been the beers, I'd had earlier...I was always a little slower to cum after a few drinks.

Michelle led me down a hallway, a grandfather clock ticking calmly as we passed by. A door was shut, but I heard music playing lowly and again my cock flirted with cumming as I realized that we were passing Kelsey's bedroom. We stopped at the next door down and Michelle swung the door open and led me inside. All around the room were several candles, lit and flickering and Michelle stared at them in mute surprise. There was no need to flip on the lights as the shimmering candlelight provided us with more than adequate light and lent the room a more intimate and romantic feel.

Shaking her head, her voice, filled with emotion, Michelle said softly, "That k**...she never ceases to amaze me!"

I looked around and nodded at the candles resting on a shelf, high above the bed, the smell of jasmine thick in the air. "Kelsey did this? She knew you and I would be coming up here?"

Michelle nodded and replied, "That girl is such a romantic and I guess she wanted to do something special for us." She grinned wolfishly at me and slipped her arms around me and said, "Well, let us not disappoint her, teacher man!" We kissed again, her right hand sliding under my shirt to caress my chest while her left hand slowly stroked my slick cock." Then Michelle was tugging my shirt over my head and flinging it carelessly away, pressing her mouth to my chest to lick at my pebbled nipples while I fumbled with the buttons to her jeans, finally feeling them part so I could slip my hand into her pants, moaning as I found no panties, but instead slipped fingers through trimmed bush hair and then into slick, wet flesh, her labia parting around my fingers.

I spun Michelle around and pulled her tight against me, her blue jean covered ass, feeling rough against my aroused cock as I nibbled at her neck and shoulders while I continued to rub her aroused pussy. Amidst her sighs of pleasure, I slowly kissed my way down her back until I reached her jeans and then I slowly tugged them down, revealing her full, round butt cheeks which I kissed as I worked her jeans down until she could step out of them.

I flung them after my abandoned shirt and steered her around to face me and slowly I kissed my way up her legs, circling around her pussy, smelling its strong, rich aroma as I ran my lips and tongue up her thigh and over her low stomach and then back down the other thigh, making her gasp with anticipation that finally evolved into a lusty moan as I pressed my face against her pussy. Aroma became sweet flavor as I slipped my tongue between her slick lips and drove deep inside, scooping up her juices and drinking them like ambrosia from heaven.

Michelle's fingers slipped through my hair as she pressed my face more firmly against her mound, moaning, "So sweet, John...so damned sweet." I lapped up her juices, growing hungrier for her with each swipe of my tongue as I explored her soft folds – my tongue slithering over and around her labia, discovering her fat clitoris, fully emerged from its hood. I teased Michelle as I circled the thick nub, not letting my tongue touch it until she was shaking with pleasure and need. As I rolled my tongue over her clitoris, I slid my hands up the back of her legs to cup the swell of her buttocks, anticipating her suddenly going weak as my tongue collaborated with her clitoris to make her explode with ecstatic pleasure"

A howl of pure pleasure emerged from Michelle's lips as her fingers tightened on my head to echo around the room and beyond. I became a little more enthusiastic as pussy cream gushed heavily onto my face and I felt pleasure at giving Michelle pleasure and growing arousal as I wondered what Kelsey's reaction to hearing her mother cry out with sexual delight.

"Fu-fuck me, John." Michelle wailed as she tried to stagger back, breaking free of my grip, leaving me to scramble to my feet, her juices dripping from my chin. She backed into the bed and fell back, trembling as she scrambled backwards, moving up onto the bed with her heels kicking. She spread her legs wide, her labia parting to reveal the glistening pink flesh within. "Fuck me, John!" she moaned holding out her arms to me. "Fuck me, please, teacher man!"

I moved with the desires and energy of a man half my age, wanting this woman as I hadn't wanted a woman since I was a horny teenager anxious to get laid for the first time. I bounded up onto the bed and was between Michelle's widespread legs almost before I was conscious of it. I eased myself on top of her, feeling her wetness against my shaft and her pillow like breasts spreading with my sudden weight. Michelle drew her legs up along my thighs, rolling her hips to move into a better position.

We kissed, simultaneously pressing our lips together as her pussy lips kissed and opened for the swollen head of my cock. Michelle's eyes widened as I moved into her, inducing her to moan into my mouth as her pussy, wet and tight, yielded to my throbbing manhood, wrapping me in her fiery, slick flesh as I realized I hadn't felt this hard...this long and thick, in years. Sweet pleasure blossomed in our joined loins and we both cried out in ecstasy as we came together as if we'd been lovers all of our adult lives.

Michelle rolled her hips and then shifted just so and I found myself completely inside her pulsating, wet cunt, her legs coming up to wrap around my lower back, pulling me against her as if she never wanted to let me go. Her fingers slipped through my hair and then slowly clawed down my back as I throbbed inside her, not moving as we both savored being so intimately joined together.

Our kiss ended, Michelle nibbling at my lower lip before letting it end. "You feel...oh, Michelle, you feel so good...so right," I breathed hoarsely.

I felt her tremble beneath me as her pussy seemed to clasp me even more tightly as she gasped, "You are so big...so perfect for me. I love your cock, John." She kissed me again and said, "I love how you make me feel."

We stared into each other's eyes for a long minute and then I slowly began moving atop her, withdrawing my throbbing cock from her pussy as I whispered, "It's just the beginning, I will make you feel even better. I withdrew maybe halfway, amazed at how cool the warm air of the bedroom was after being enveloped in her hot pussy and then thrust back in, drawing a loud cry from her. Again and again, I worked my cock back and forth, fucking her as my head spun with happiness and pleasure.

In twelve years with my ex...it had never felt this right. No woman in my life felt as natural and perfect as Michelle did underneath, becoming even sweeter as she began to move in time with me, rolling and thrusting her hips upwards to meet my cock, clasping it tightly as I slid in and out of her heavenly pussy. Perhaps she had been aroused as much as I had been, but almost too soon, I sensed her impending orgasm as she began to moan and cry and as I fucked her faster and harder, her wails became screams of passion and delight and I had no doubt that if her daughter was awake, she could hear us and if she had been asleep, we were definitely waking her up...maybe waking up the entire neighborhood.

The feel of her tight, hot pussy and the way she cried out with pleasure, combined with the knowledge that Kelsey had to be listening to us in the next room to suddenly send me over the edge despite my best efforts to control myself. "Oh, Michelle! Love, I'm gonna cum!" I sobbed as I sank my cock deep inside her, feeling my entire body begin to clench as my sperm boiled over and exploded from my cock to bathe her womb in hot semen.

Michelle slipped over the edge as well as her legs fell away and she drew them up so she could push upwards against my cock, her leg muscles straining as her feet, flat on the mattress, pushed upwards. Her fingernails clawed at my already scratched back as she screamed, "Yes, Yes, Yes!" over and over again.

Too soon I had shot my load, filling her pussy with the cum of a long overdue orgasm. It was lovely and yet disappointing as I had wanted to last longer...for her and for myself...it had been that good...closer to perfection than I had ever known. As we both settled down, I looked into Michelle's lovely eyes and murmured, "Sorry...it's been a while."

Michelle looked at me incredulously and replied, "Nothing to apologize for, lover. That was fantastic. I'm amazed you lasted as long as you did the way I've been loving on you tonight."

Her words made me beam with pleasure and I murmured, "Thank you, Michelle."

I rose up to withdraw and move off her – feeling my now semi-erect cock reducing down, but Michelle raised her trembling legs and wrapped them around me and rasped, "Lover, you're not going anyway." When I raised a questioning eyebrow, she added, "Just rest lover and when your recover, I want you to fuck my brains out!"

I kissed her, glowing with pleasure at her confidence in me. "I hope I'm up to it, Michelle," I replied. "But, I'm fifty-one. It might be a while."


Michelle smiled back, licking my lower lip when our kissed ended. "I have faith, John and you might as well stay right here." I felt her muscles contract around my semi-erect penis. "Besides, you feel just fine inside me."

We kissed for a few moments and then grinning evilly, Michelle said in a teasing voice. "So, what do you think Kelsey made of that?"

I shook my head, still barely able to conceive of how wantonly naughty this woman was. "My head is spinning, Michelle. I feel like you and Kelsey have cast some sort of spell on me."

Michelle giggled and replied, "Whatever do you mean?"

I kissed her again, suddenly aware that I could actually taste her pussy on her own lips, suddenly recalling how my face had been dripping with her juices when I climbed atop her a few wonderful moments before. "I've never met anyone like you. I've never been around a mother and daughter who act like you...so free and..."

"Nasty?" offered Michelle.

"Yes!" I blurted out. "I've been a teacher for nearly thirty years and I never even dreamed of being in this situation...hanging out with a student in a bar and...my God, she put my hand on your breast. She watched you rubbing me in the car and downstairs."

Michelle nodded and said in an amused voice. "Wicked, aren't we?" She ran a hand along my arm. "I know that most folks would say that was...is wrong, the way I'm so open with my daughter, but..." She looked into my eyes and said, "I'd decided a long time ago, I wasn't going to be a hypocrite about sex with my daughter. I was a wild c***d and I loved sex when I was her age and when I was married to her father."

She frowned and said, "After Kelsey's birth, he turned into a tight-assed prude and we fought about how we would raise Kelsey and ultimately, rather than live with such a slutty-minded woman as me, he left." She eyed me with some concern. "After my divorce, I wasn't celibate. I never fucked any of my guys in front of my little girl, but I never shied away from her questions about why Mommy was making so much noise the night before. I raised her to believe that sex is precious, something to be shared with others, preferably with someone they loved or at least cared about.

"Since she turned eighteen back in June, we've been a lot closer than even before." Michelle smiled at me...the mysterious smile of the Mona Lisa. "We're closer than most mothers and daughters and I love that we can have that honest a relationship...that we can share as much as we do. She an adult...a lovely, mature young woman and I treat her like that." I felt my cock twitch, partly from the erotically charged timbre in her voice and partly her frank honesty.

Michelle kissed me again and said, "We share our lives on a very intimate level. That's why I felt like I knew you even before we finally met. Kelsey would come and share your stories and your wisdom...not just academics, but your outlook on life." She smiled lovingly at me and said, "She said that you reminded her of me...and I comprehended that. Everyday after hearing her stories about you, I felt more and more like you were my soul mate that I simply hadn't met yet."

I felt her cunt muscles, recovered now fully from her orgasm, begin to vigorously massage my awakening cock as she continued, "Yesterday evening, when we finally met, I just wanted to get on my knees and suck your cock so badly." She grinned and winked at me and said, "When I told Kelsey that, she said that she'd wished I had...that she'd really have enjoyed watching that."

"Omigod," I moaned as I felt my cock once again swelling. Michelle sighed too as I began to fill her again.

"I told her that if you showed up at the show tonight, there was no way I was going to go home without you and that before this night was through, one way or another, you and I were going to fuck like horny monkeys."

"Thank you," I whispered and then I kissed her again, reveling in the sensation of suddenly being fully erect inside this incredible woman again.

"No, thank you," Michelle moaned. "For being so accepting of my naughty nature and not being scared off by Kelsey and me." As I slowly began to pump my cock into her again, making her face screw up with absolute pleasure, "You know, John, when I told Kelsey what I was definitely going to do to