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I was nearly done fixing my neighbor’s broken dryer, sweaty as could be, as it was already unseasonably warm for an afternoon in April, Saturday to be precise, when the door to the laundry room opened behind me. I wrapped up the last of the repairs before standing up to face whoever it was, thinking that it was Daisy Eisenstein, the sultry soccer mom who had asked me to do this as a favor. When I turned around, though, it was her daughter, April, all of eighteen years and a likely candidate to equal her mother’s beauty in the future, though as a ginger with freckles and fair skin, instead of the swarthier Daisy.
“Hey, April. I just finished fixing the dryer, so if you need to do laundry, everything should be in working order,” I smiled in my usual friendly, if sometimes awkward, manner.
“Well, actually, Mom wanted me to ask you to join us for supper. Pesach is over and Shabbos is nearly over, so this is a nice chance to have company tonight. I think that she’s lonely as ever, especially since her last guy moved out. So many relationships, marriages, divorces, husbands, boyfriends, and most recently, a fiance, all very rough on both of us. It’s tough to find a man who can handle us, I guess,” April spoke wistfully, making me feel genuine empathy for a moment in spite of my usual cynicism.
“Very sorry for both of you, but if I can perhaps relieve her loneliness and yours for a moment, maybe it will be worthwhile, plus I’m not exactly dating anyone myself. Tell me the truth, was that the ulterior motive behind this? A professional repairman could have fixed this easier, but your mother asked a neighbor, namely me. Not that I minded, of course. It’s a pleasure to hang around here and spend time with the both of you,” I assured April, who reached out a hand to touch my face, letting me shock her with a kiss to said hand.
“You kissed my hand? Damn! That’s ... corny, but sweet. You don’t even believe in chivalry, or so you say, but you kissed my hand. Would you do that for my mother?” April asked me, curiously.
“Of course. I don’t believe in chivalry, but I do believe in showering the worthy with affection. You’re worthy and so is she. I watched you grow up, April. I like you. I always have. I like your mother, too. The only times that I’ve avoided you guys were certain events when she was married to or dating those dicks. What was the deal with that last one, anyway? He was horrible to her! Just God awful! Anyway, enough of that. I don’t mean to make either of you feel bad and all that,” I declared as I realized that I wasn’t so fresh ... I was sweaty and needed a shower like crazy.
“Worried about your sweat and dirt, Mr. Sabatini? Mom told me to tell you that the shower is free. Just strip and pop in, and well, we’ll take care of the rest. No need to worry about what to wear afterward, trust me,” April suggested, making me feel a little anxious, but also touched by her mother’s gesture of true hospitality.
“Thank you, April, and tell your mother that I said, ‘thank you’ as well. That’s very kind of both of you,” I took my neighbor at her word, just glad that my daughter Bianca wasn’t there to hear us ... I’d never hear the end of it.
“You know, your daughter and mine did playdates for years and they’ve always been almost like sisters or cousins. I enjoyed babysitting Bianca, too, Caesar, just as you enjoyed babysitting April for me. I almost feel like ‘Aunt Daisy’ to her, you know,” Daisy announced her presence, “And you’re very welcome, dear. So, you’ll stay for the first supper after Passover?”
“He feels like... ‘Uncle Caesar, ‘ to me, too, if you ask me,” April said as she hugged me tightly, getting her hands “accidentally” on my butt.
“I would be honored to do so, Daisy. And I’m honored that you think of Bianca and me as family that way. That is very sweet of you yet again,” I answered, hoping that things didn’t get too awkward due to April’s brazen flirting with me, which I took to be simply a young woman’s crush.
Then again, April got that honestly, given that Daisy slept with me various times in the past, especially when her marriages and relationships were on the rocks or she was between husbands and boyfriends. Since Bianca’s mother walked out on me seven years before, leaving me (mostly) responsible for a child whose paternity was never entirely confirmed, I had simply squeezed in a sex life where I could (Daisy was just one example) and gave up on love! To be fair, I was never the model for fidelity, either, before Liz took off with Bruce, so this was hardly new. I had even cheated on Liz with Daisy a few times while married (and at least twice before the separation while Daisy was supposedly “happy” with her second husband Stewart).
The funny thing was that Liz never bothered with the formalities of a divorce, possibly so as not to burn her bridges with Holy Mother Church, so we were both serial adulterers as a result of our actions in the eyes of our religion. Liz sometimes used that as a loophole to cheat on Bruce with me. Given my personal hatred of him, I was more than willing to let her, as long as she knew that she had no hope of getting me back. I also made sure to remind her of how much she enjoyed my dick when she got it.
I was still never sure what Liz saw in Bruce (other than money and a “jetset” lifestyle) or why she never even fought me for at least joint-custody of Bianca, but I gave up on worrying about it. Liz saw Bianca only when it suited her to the role of a “loving mom,” but the hard work of parenting was always too much of an obstacle to the luxurious life of dating a high-flier like Bruce. She remained my estranged, legally separated, and adulterous wife who sometimes visited her rube of an Italian, working-class husband and her suburban, middle-class daughter (at least that was how it felt at times).
Suddenly, I was snapped out of my thoughts by April handing me a towel. Daisy winked at me went to her computer to look up recipes that she could start up fast after sunset, when Shabbos ended. April just smiled and followed me to the guest bathroom, presumably to retrieve my dirty clothes for temporary storage. I was about to close the door to undress, but April’s small hands stopped me, or rather, her voice did.
“Leave it cracked, please, Mr. Sabatini. That way, I can take your clothes through the crack. Remember, you don’t have to worry about new clothes. We’ve got that covered, too,” April reassured me, though I thought her choice of words rather odd.
I was fully undressed and closed the door at last, turning on the shower jets and starting to lather up, when I heard the bathroom door open yet again. Thinking that it was Daisy and perhaps April was complicit in a little plot to get me back into her mother’s bed, I relaxed. I had figured it out, I assumed ... This theory explained everything, including April’s eccentric behavior. She wanted to make it easier for her mother to entice me into another tryst. Daisy must have told her about our various affairs in the past.
When my companion began washing me, using my tendency to close my eyes in the shower a lot, I simply let her do her thing and enjoyed it. Her touch was soft, smooth, and sensual as ever, and I began washing her body from memory, picturing that swarthy flesh under my hands, reveling in our shared caress in the shower. My favorite part was fondling her body, especially her bottom. I was confident that this was Daisy and that she simply wanted to resume our affair. Well, at this point in my life, I was more than ready to go along with that. Daisy was an excellent lover and none of her exes deserved her, to be honest.
It wasn’t until I felt soft lips on my own, a sweet, loving, passionate kiss followed by more than a little tongue, that I opened my eyes and saw ... April. She smiled at me and reached for my cock, her lovely hands stroking me as I stood paralyzed by shock. I started to protest, because April was virtually a niece or second daughter to me, but she was having none of it, her mouth closing in on mine yet again. The biggest jolt was when she kissed her way down my front to my dick, and then began sucking and licking my prick like it was the best flavor on the planet or something.
“Oooh, Mr. Sabatini ... May I call you ‘Uncle Caesar, ‘ or perhaps Daddy? This cock ... it’s very big and thick, isn’t it? No wonder Mom likes you fucking her so much! Right now, she’s so horny and lonely that she’d take your dick in her twat and her mouth straight from my pussy ... You want to see it, by the way? You’ve touched it now, when you washed me. You’ve also touched my ass, and I have to say, I loved how much you took your time, fondling my buns and my crack as you cleaned me back there,” April told me between licks, sucking, and even kisses, especially to the head.
“Oh, God, April ... this is ... We probably shouldn’t be ... I mean, I babysat you ... You’re so close to Bianca that you’re practically sisters! We’re virtually family! This feels ... Oh, damn! What would your mother say? Wouldn’t she get jealous or something? Shouldn’t we stop? Oh ... shit, that feels fucking good! You’re just like your mother that way!” I struggled aloud with the taboo aspects of screwing my neighbor’s barely legal daughter who had been like a niece to me, especially when I had often been intimate with her mother.
“Relax, at this point, Mom would never believe that we hadn’t gone all the way, so we might as well do so. Come on, Uncle Caesar ... fuck the daughter just like you screwed the mother! Do your famous Roman namesake proud!” April teased me now about my being named after the great Roman dictator and womanizer.
“And here I thought that you two were plotting to get me back with her,” I noted as I slid my cock inside April at last, noticing how snug and warm it was inside her eighteen-year old snatch.
“We were!” I heard Daisy speak as she pulled back the curtain to catch me pounding her daughter’s pussy.
Daisy had a grin on her face instead of the expected scowl and she simply walked over to us to give both of us a kiss on the lips.
“April and I are lovers, Caesar. We have been for about a month now, since she turned eighteen and decided that she was tired of my misery and wanted to take her mother’s love life in hand. Still, both of us needed a cock and April was eager to give her virginity to a man who cared about both of us. That man was you, of course. Who else in this neighborhood is even remotely in the same league as you? How does it feel, fucking my daughter’s virgin twat?” Daisy teased me with a wink while jilling off to the sight of April taking my thick dick inside her.
“It ... feels ... so ... fucking ... good!” I confessed, feeling just how tight April was, but also caressing her buns as we fucked.
“We ... have a proposition for you, but you definitely want to be sitting down for this one, so we invited you to supper, what we hope will the first of many such suppers, in fact,” Daisy added with a gleam in her eye as I continued to ravish her daughter.
“OH ... MY ... G-D!” April screamed as she felt my cock now balls deep, hitting her good and hard from the back.
“Have your way with my daughter, Caesar, but remember that I get a turn, too!” Daisy made her own intentions for me crystal clear, “It’s not kosher, but who cares? We’re three lonely people who need love, right?”
When I started playing with the outside of April’s asshole, I halfway expected a negative reaction, but I took the chance, anyway. Instead, April began moaning like crazy, so I slipped a finger inside her butt, which caused her to cream herself on my dick, leaking her juices all over me. She came yet again when I stroked her clit while fucking her twat and fingering her backdoor. When I added a second finger to her bottom, April screamed loudly and startled her mother, who quickly realized what was going on and jumped into the shower with us. It was crowded, but worth it, as Daisy started to probe my prostate as well, making it tougher not to cum inside April just yet.
We were like some kind of freakish beast from a mythology for a second, my cock reaming April while her mother fingered my booty and I gave her daughter three fingers in the tush for a moment. It worked, though, as April came yet again and I exploded into her pussy, shooting my spunk as far inside her cherry snatch as I could send it. Daisy withdrew her fingers, washed them quickly, turned off the shower, and then began drying us off before we did the same to her.
“In a little bit, when your dick has recovered, it’s my turn and I hope that you don’t freak out when April rims me. She loves to eat my ass and has wanted to do that while I’m fucked. I hope to return the favor, too, as we fully intend to make this a regular thing with us ... you, me, and her. If that’s quite alright with you, that is,” Daisy encouraged me.
“No condoms, either, please. We want that bareback lovin’, Uncle Caesar! I even want it up my ass!” April urged me.
“Same here! In the backdoor! Darrell Roth, my ex-fiance, couldn’t take that, kept lecturing me on its forbidden status. I reminded him that, strictly speaking, I shouldn’t be sleeping with him at all by that standard, since it’s outside of wedlock. I know my Torah, but I’m no better at following it than anyone else. That’s what I get for dating a Modern Orthodox, right? I’m Reform and I’m lucky to stick to that! I’m definitely not kosher!” Daisy told me, adding, “As much adultery as I’ve committed, especially with you at times, I’m not going to deny myself a guilty pleasure like taking it up the butt from time to time.”
“Oh, damn, girls! My dick is already starting to recover!” I noted as we walked out, naked into the hallway.
“Told ya he’d recover fast, didn’t I, April?” Daisy winked at her daughter now.
“That you did, Mom! That you did! Oh, and if you’re looking for clothes, too bad! I know what I said earlier implied that we have clothing for you to wear, but we don’t. We simply mean to keep you naked all evening along, while we take turns jumping your bones. Then again, we plan to stay nude as well,” April admitted to me with a blush, while taking my hand and leading me to Daisy’s bed.
It wasn’t too much longer before I was fully hard again, thanks to the prospect of screwing the mother while the daughter rimmed her. This was ultimate male fantasy territory, after all, especially doing a mother and daughter on the same bed. Bianca wasn’t going to be an issue, due to one of her occasional weekends with Bruce and Liz, so it was just up to me to decide if I wanted to spend the night with Daisy and April Eisenstein, and quite frankly, I did. As I humped a very enthusiastic lady of the house and her daughter spread her cheeks to eat her ass, I refused to kid myself ... I wanted to stay with them both. I wanted this as much as they did. I would listen very keenly to their proposal at supper and decide if perhaps they had the right idea for a shared future, evidently a menage a trois of sorts.
Daisy was very hot and bothered as it was, so she came in a hurry when April began licking her butt while I drove deeper from behind. I also ran my fingers lovingly through April’s hair as she tongued her mother’s booty, which just increased the adorable way that my neighbor’s daughter looked at me between licks. There were actual tears of joy in April’s eyes as she orally pleasured Daisy, licking that bottom like it was nobody’s business and helping me hold her mother steady on several strokes. Daisy fucked back at me with a vengeance, too, putting her back and her hips into it with a vigor worthy of the voluptuous cougar that she was.
Daisy’s pussy tightened with every lick as her toes curled, every bit of contact with my cock making her meet her daughter’s tongue, while every such brush made cum yet again. Something about being intimate with April and me both at once really did it for her. Bottoming out inside her didn’t hurt, either, as I struck on just the right day of the month. Little did I know it yet, but there was a reason why Daisy was so sensitive down there: April was about to get a brother or sister, courtesy of yours truly. Bianca and she would soon have a sibling in common.
At last, however, Daisy spilled the beans, and right when she was tightest, too, to keep from escaping in time, “By the way, I’m fertile as can be. Ready to become a Daddy again?”
Something primal inside me took over and I thrust several times to go as deep inside Daisy as I could, before pumping out my spunk in surprisingly good quality, given that I already filled her daughter with my jizz. As I pulled out of the gorgeous Jewish soccer mom next door, April moved her mouth down to suck me clean from her mother’s juices, her eyes looking up at me with love and lust as she did so. She didn’t act disgusted at all, which didn’t surprise me, given that she had already taken her mother as a lesbian lover, anyway ... Clearly, the taste of womanly fluids appealed to her, too.
“I would say that he’s more than ready, Mom. He was always more loving, protective, and helpful to me than any of your exes were, including Dad, and you know it. Darrell never attended my soccer games or volleyball matches, but Uncle Caesar did, even if sometimes because he was there mostly for Bianca. If you couldn’t attend, and I know that you often did, but when you couldn’t go, Uncle Caesar just let me ride along with Bianca and him. He cheered Bianca, but he also cheered me. If he took Bianca out to eat someplace to celebrate, he took me along, too, you know.
“I don’t know if he quite realized how that made me feel, but at times when your boyfriends, husbands, and Darrell all made me feel like nuisances, Uncle Caesar made me feel like family. I never felt like just a visitor, merely a guest. Liz sometimes acted as if she wanted to shoo me away, but Uncle Caesar always included me. Dad acted like he wondered at times if I was really his, and he often got grouchy with me, had to be talked into being a good father. Go to my marching band practice, my middle school basketball tryouts? Nope! Not gonna happen.
“But Uncle Caesar took Bianca, whose paternity he always doubted, and when he took her, he let me ride along. We were both allowed to ride shotgun, too. He treated me as if I were his niece or something, as we’ve noted in the past. Bianca always followed his example and treated me as a sister or cousin, too. She learned from him what it meant to accept people into your life and your heart. I only know about the paternity issue because she overheard Liz threatening to have her tested and Uncle Caesar countering by saying that she wouldn’t know what to do with Bianca and how to reconcile her with her own easy life of luxury.
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