Notes

Chapter Three


Amanda sat on the edge of the bed, clad in a short red robe, eyeing the restraints she’d affixed to the bedposts. Was she really going to go through with this? It was only her marriage and family at stake.
And for what? To finally quench her craving to further push the sexual bar? To say she had finally achieved the ultimate taboo. If it were just her, maybe she would continue to abstain, but over the last month, Jaimie had been increasingly vocal about wanting Andre.
Going so far as to say they were “cheating on daddy’, and it wasn’t fair. She played on Amanda’s guilt because she wasn’t lying. The two of them had been fooling around behind his back for three weeks now.
Slipping into Jaimie’s room late at night when Andre was asleep, having some morning glory when he went to work in the morning, and Jaimie didn’t have classes until later.
Amanda had even rescheduled appointments, seeing people past five so she could go in later and have some time with her daughter. The guilt affected her when Andre had sex with her, and even more so when she’d curl up into him when they were done and fall asleep.
But the guilt was being overwhelmed by Amanda’s extreme desire for more, and she found herself playing dangerous, and dirty games in her mind. She’d kissed her daughter after swallowing her father’s load.
She had Andre come inside her, then quickly say she needed to go to the bathroom and met Jaimie in there, locking the door, and sitting on the sink while her daughter ate daddy’s cum from her mother’s cunt.
Jaimie’s eagerness to do so should be appalling, but what about this situation wasn’t to most people. Jamie claimed she wanted to taste daddy ‘right from the source’ and Amanda feared her daughter was getting closer to making a mistake.
Blatantly trying to seduce her father and exposing everything she’d been doing with Amanda. Jamie couldn’t do that, not just in the sense of it being wrong, but no way would Andre succumb to her temptation.
Jaimie was technically the perfect girl for their games, right in Andre’s wheelhouse of young, succulent, and delightfully bratty. But this was his daughter, not some tart they met online or paid for, or found while on vacation.
But if she were in Amanda’s presence, it could happen.
The how was something that occurred to her last week, when they’d all had bloodwork done to confirm their pheromones were still off the charts. It was appearing more and more this was permanent, and the effects of it, were nothing any of them would complain about.
They were all lustier than ever, came harder than ever, and their kids couldn’t get enough of them. The moral dilemma of it possibly being them under permanent sway of their mother’s enhanced sexuality, or their true heart’s desire was getting discussed less and less, as they were all so happy, they didn’t want it to end.

Not like their kids were suffering. As a fan of the female form, Jaimie was well aware that Jo, Claire, and Robin had plenty to offer their sons and were taking care of their boys like no other woman ever could.
But last time out as they once again joked about Jo creating a sex enhancer that could blow away anything on the market, a theory formed in her mind. Robin had wondered if it were limited to their kids.
What would happen if they went out, like Claire used to do, and try to get picked up? Would the pheromones work and make them more attractive to any man? Would the sex be as insane as it was with their kids?
Consensus was no. Genetics was why it worked so strongly between parent and child, and GSA itself known to be a form of forbidden aphrodisiac, all documented cases featuring men and women who said they had never desired someone so strongly.
The word desire was the key.
Amanda and Andre had an amazing sex life. Twenty plus years together, and they still fucked like newlyweds and sharing young girls wasn’t their only game. Role plays, bondage, rough sex, even rape play.
They kept it fresh and lusted for each other as much now as they did when they’d met. Because Amanda loved and desired him, her pheromones should affect him, and the way they had been fucking even more than usual the last month seemed to prove her correct.
By extension, if his already strong libido had been pushed higher by being in bed with her, and Jaimie was all on board, could her augmented sexual magnetism, affect him to the point his inhibitions would lower, just as they had in their kids.
Well, the sons of her friends, as Jaimie had about as many as Amanda, which was to say pretty much none. Could she use his lust for her, and their strong mutual desire to share young girls be enough to get him to accept his daughter as a lover?
One thing she knew for sure was it would only take once. If Jaimie and Amanda put on a show for him, if his daughter got her mouth on him, and daddy’s cock inside her tight ripe little peach, there was no way he would ever say no.
But there had to be a first time.
“Mama!” Jaimie, clad in a short black robe that belonged to Amanda, but she’d taken as her own burst into the room. “Daddy’s home!”
“Then get your ass in your room, baby girl, you’re not supposed to be home.”
“You left him the notes, right? He’s going to play, right? He won’t be in a bad mood, will her?”
The words came out in an excited rush, and Amanda took in her daughter’s wide eyes, her slender petite build and the way she was bouncing as she spoke, like an excited child.
Excited to fuck her father.
And at 18, she often did act as much as a child as she did an adult.
“He’ll play. I told him today you were staying with a friend, and that I had a treat for him tonight.”
“Two treats!” Jaimie giggled. “I’m so excited, and I’m so wet!” she sighed. “I feel like I could pop!”
“You’ll pop plenty later. Now get out of here! Remember, you don’t come out until I text you and when you come in, not a sound.”

“Thank you, mama!” She kissed Amanda briefly on the lips, then skipped out of the room.
Amanda rose from the bed and going to the nightstand opened the bottom door. She looked at an assortment of sex toys that could give Adam and Eve a run for its money and removed the blindfold.
She slipped it into the pocket of her robe and listened for the front door. On it, she’d taped an envelope with a note telling Andre to shower, then come into the bedroom where she had a new game they could play.
She had a moment of déjà vu as she recalled the night, she’d hired a young female escort to come over and play with her and let Andre ‘catch’ them in bed. It was like tonight in that she could no longer resist her craving for hot young cunt and needed him to play too because she wouldn’t cheat on him.
He’d been upset at first, but she’d remained playful, touching and kissing her young guest and having her join Amanda in begging him to come play. He’d caved and it had been game on ever since.
Had he managed to resist it could have been the end of her marriage. Now here she was years later and doing a new version of the same stunt, one that was far more dangerous.
But the reward if, no, not if, when, it worked would be so much sweeter. She heard the door and Andre’s footsteps coming down the hall. She closed her eyes and smiled when she heard the bathroom door close, and the water turn on.
Amanda dimmed the light until it was barely a glow and went around the room lighting the candles on the nightstands and the two on her bureau. She was pleased to note that although she’d been anxious all day, she felt an odd calm flow over her.
Close to twenty five years since her aunt and Uncle seduced her and turned her into a plaything, Amanda was on the verge of not only fully recreating their game but taking it next level.
She heard the water shut off, and opening the bedroom door, Jamie had shut on her way out, froze when she saw her daughter poking her head out of her room. She pointed to her and waved her hand, and Jaimie ducked back out of sight.
Amanda slipped off her robe and tossed it aside. Beneath it she was naked, her deeply tanned flesh glowing in the candlelight. Her small perky breasts had no tan lines from sunbathing topless since the neighbors would be away, and her tiny, adorable pink nipples that featured a cute little upturn, were erect in anticipation.
Her petite, but toned, supple body bare, except for the silver pendent dangling from her naval, and the small patch of light brown fuzz she’d shaved into the shape of a heart, was Amanda’s first weapon in her attack on her husband’s will to resist.
The bathroom door opened, and Andre appeared in the hallway. With only a towel around his waist, he walked to the room and when he was a few feet away, whistled.
“Hmm, that is a treat. God, I married a fine woman.”
“I didn’t do to bad myself,” she replied, and wasn’t kidding.
Andre was the definition of tall dark and handsome. Over six feet, and broad shouldered, his skin the olive tone of the Mediterranean where he was born, and his body all lean hard muscle. His raven black hair, piercing brown eyes, neatly trimmed beard lent him an imposing look, that was quickly dispelled by his quick and genuine

smile and the soft, but still noticeable French accent he’d developed when his parents moved there when he was still a baby.
Her eyes trailed down his still damp body, licking her lips at the droplets of water on his hairy chest and hard flat abdomen. Beneath that towel, was as perfect as the rest of him.
Hung like a bull, and with the stamina of a man half his age, he’d left his hot little spinner of a wife walking funny on many occasions. None of Amanda’s holes were off limits and he made use of all of them, especially when it was his turn to dominate her.
“What’s the game my lady?” His eyes fell on the restraints on the bed. “Am I your unhappy master, or your disobedient slave in need of punishment?”
“Lose the towel,” she said, her normally light voice lowered and there was an incongruous air of command in her tone. “I don’t recall telling you that you could be covered.”
“That’s an answer,” he laughed, then stopped when she raised an eyebrow.
“You going to mock me?”
“Apologies mistress.”
He dropped the towel, and Amanda forced herself to remain indifferent to his long thick cock. She stepped back and sat on the bed.
“Here,” she pointed to the floor.
“Yes,” he took a step, and she shook her head.
“Crawl.”
He nodded and getting on all fours crawled up to her. When he’d reached her, he lowered his head and kissed the tops of her feet. Amanda wanted him on the bed, but also wanted him immersed in the game he thought they were playing.
She lifted her foot.
“Worship it.”
“Yes, mistress.” He took her small foot in his large hands, and she bit back a moan when he sucked her big toe between his lips. She stayed silent, pretending she wasn’t on the verge of squirming as he licked and sucked each of her toes, before lifting her foot and licked her from heel to toe.
“I have two,” she told him, and watched him stoically, at least on the outside, as he worked her other foot with his mouth and tongue.
“Pathetic, I didn’t even moan.”
“I’m better when it comes to…”
“After that sorry showing, you think I’d let you lick my cunt?” she laughed. “Maybe I’ll let someone else do it, and you can watch and learn something.” Someone like your daughter?
He lowered his head.
“I am not worthy of even your beautiful feet, mistress.”
“At least you know that,” she pointed. “Get on the bed, legs spread, arms out.” “Yes, Mistress,”
She rose and walked away, putting her back to him to show he wasn’t worth looking
at.
“Are you as I asked?”
“Yes, Mistress.”

She turned and leaning over, slipped his wrist through the cuff and tightened it. As she did, her nipple was inches from his mouth, but he knew better than to try and lick it.
“Good boy,” she walked around the bed and fastened his other wrist.
Grabbing the black rope in the middle of the headboard, she yanked it hard, causing his arms to raise higher and the ropes to tighten.
Picking up the blindfold, she slipped it over his head, making sure the thick black material was completely over his eyes.
“Can’t let you see your treat.”
“I’m not worthy of…”
“You can stop,” she playfully tweaked his nipple. “Different game, I just needed you bound and blindfolded.”
“I’m intrigued. Your dirty mind has never let me down.”
“Nor will it tonight.” She leaned over and kissed him fondly, hoping he’d still want to kiss her a few minutes from now. Or ever again. “You just relax and enjoy, my love. Your adoring wife is going to make you very happy.”
“I’m already happy.” He laughed, then groaned when she grabbed his cock.
He looked even bigger in her small fist, and Amanda realized she was a minute away from seeing it in her daughter’s hand, mouth, and if it worked…
She bent over and teased her tongue along the sensitive ridge beneath his head, smiling as his body tensed and his hips rocked, pushing his tip to her soft lips.
“Soon enough.” She picked her phone up and texted Jaimie.
“Come in, and not a peep!”
Amanda, still in that eerie calm watched her daughter leave her room and walk to her room. Her already wide eyes looked as if they were going to fall out of her head when she saw her father naked and ready on the bed.
Amanda put her finger to her lips, and stepping up to Jaimie, undid the tie to her robe. She slipped it from her slim shoulders and smiled at the sight of her daughter’s perfect body.
The same build as her mother, small, tight, deliciously suckable pink nipples and not very big on top, she was everything Andre loved in their young playmates. Because they resembled his wife who wasn’t that much older than Jaimie was now when they met.
“You look good, baby.” She spoke. “Good enough to eat. You mind if I get your cock nice and wet for me?” she moaned. “Having it in my mouth gets me nice and wet too.”
“Do what you must,” he sighed, smiling away. “I will endure it as best I can.” Amanda gestured to the bed, and Jaimie, moving slowly, a look of surprise on her
face as if she couldn’t believe this was happening crawled up on the bed. She slid up between Andre’s legs, and sliding down on her stomach gripped his cock.
Amanda’s swallowed hard, her clit throbbing and her heartbeat picking up as she watched her daughter slowly pump her father in her small hand. Jaimie looked at her and mouthed “So big!”
Amanda smiled and approached the bed, standing next to it, her eyes locked on Jaimie who had parted her full pouty lips and lowering her head. She took Andre into her mouth, and Amanda felt a surge of heat between her thighs that almost caused her to lose control and moan.

“Hmm,” Jaimie did moan as she bobbed her head, taking her father about halfway each time before working her way back up.
Her eyes closed and there was a look of lustful bliss on her face that had Amanda’s hand straying between her thighs. Jaimie opened wider and took him deeper until she gagged when she’d gotten about two thirds of him in her mouth.
“Stop pretending,” Andre said softly. “I know you can take all of it.”
Jaimie shook her head with his cock still in his mouth, and he moaned. “Or tease, whatever you want, I’m yours for the taking.”
Jaimie bobbed her head faster, and cupped his heavy balls, fondling them as she sucked. Andre sighed and lay there, his body relaxed as he enjoyed what he thought was his wife’s mouth.
Jaimie worked her lips up to his tip, then down one side of his shaft then the other. Her eyes were now open, and fixed on Amanda’s as she fluttered her soft pink tongue along her dad’s hard flesh.
She lowered her head and first licked then sucked on his balls, bending her knees, and kicking her feet playfully, as if he could see her. Jaimie’s small, sweet ass moved up and down as sucking her father’s cock had her worked up.
Amanda leaned over, and slipping her hand between Jaimie’s thighs stroked her clit. Jaimie whimpered into Andre’s balls, then ran her tongue up to his tip and took him as deep as she could.
She moaned and whimpered as Amanda teased her clit, then slipped two fingers into her daughter’s cunt. She wasn’t just wet, she was sopping, and so was Amanda at this point.
“Damn, you give good head,” Andre said.
He’d give her the opening she needed to take it further.
“She does, doesn’t she?” she asked and getting on the bed, slid up next to him, her head resting on his arm.
“She…” Andre’s mouth opened in surprise. “You little minx! You brought us a friend!” “I did,” Amanda purred.
They had a hard rule about bringing anyone here, but Andre wasn’t about to protest with his dick in her mouth, and Amanda hope she could count on that in a little while.
“You should see her, baby.” She is sooo perfect!” she leaned over and licked his nipple. “Scrumptious little tits, pretty nipples, and she’s got a nice smooth slit, all tucked up nice and tight.
“Young, ripe, and begging to be plucked by your big cock.” “Oh, you tease! I want to see her!”
“Maybe,” Amanda teased. “God, baby, our little girl looks so good with your dick in that precious mouth.”
“She is a good girl,” he fell into their game, the one he’d had initial reservations about, but Amanda had assured him it was nothing more than age play and didn’t mean anything regarding their own daughter.
Who now, several years later, was indeed the one working her father with her precociously talented mouth.
“You like sucking daddy’s dick, baby girl?” “Hmm-mm!” she exclaimed as she continued to suck. “Imagine what its going to feel like in that pretty kitty of yours.”

“Uhh-uhh!” she shook her head making Andre groan as she worked him around her mouth.
“Aww, you think its too big? Going to blow open that tight little snatch?”
“Hmmm!” Jamie whimpered, her eyes wide and focused on Andre’s face as she pleasured him.
“I want to see her,” he breathed. “Let me see Mama’s good girl making daddy happy.”
He didn’t know his words were the truth, and Amanda felt her first wave of nerves. It was seconds away. Or…she could let Jamie hop on, take him for a ride, let him cum for her and send her away. Letting him have her father, but him not knowing and…
No, that was beyond unfair to him. Not that what she was doing wasn’t the ultimate dirty trick, but soon he’d know who was between his legs, and hopefully she could get him to let her stay there.
“Come on, Mandy,” he implored her. “Let me see daddy’s good girl.”
“You want daddy to see you, baby girl?” Amanda’s voice trembled. “Mama wants you too. I want to see him smile when he sees who’s doing such a good job sucking his big cock.”
“Hmmm,” Jaimie’s glance flicked her way, and for a moment, Amanda saw the same apprehensive look she knew was on her face. But then she winked, and taking a breath, Amanda slid down the bed, until she was next to Jaimie, with Andre’s leg between them.
Amanda reached up, gripped the edge of the blindfold while gripping his cock with her other hand, holding his base as Jamie continued to suck on him.
Go big or go home, Mandy.
Amanda flipped off the blindfold.
“Oh my god!” Andre shouted. “God no!”
Not the reaction wanted, but Jaimie appearing undaunted, slipped his cock from her mouth and chirped.
“Surprise, daddy!”
“Amanda! Jaimie!” Andre tugged on the ropes causing the headboard to creak. “Stop, Jaimie, don’t touch me!”
“But you said I gave good head!” Jaimie pouted, then flicked her tongue over Andre’s head.
His cock was softening in her hand, and in desperation, Amanda took him into her mouth, sucking hard and fast, using her skill as a lover to keep him hard.
“Amanda!” he gasped. “Stop, what…what is this?”
“I love you daddy,” Jaimie told him. “I want you too! Me and Mama have been playing for awhile now, and we both want you to play with us!” She pushed out the pout again. “Please don’t be mad! Think of all the fun we’re going to have together!”
“Oh,” Andre squirmed on the bed, but Amanda felt a flicker of hope when his cock was once again stiffening in her mouth. “I…no, wrong, so wrong! Amanda, what’s wrong with you?”
She pulled him from her mouth, and pushed his cock to Jaimie who eagerly took over, noisily slurping on his cock while Amanda spoke in a rush.
“Look at her, Andre! She’s so perfect, and she’s all ours! All she wants to do is make you happy! All I want is for us all to be happy!”

She put her hand on his balls, rubbing them and the whimper of frustration he released increased her optimism.
“Look at your wife and daughter between your legs, sharing your cock!” She tugged it from Jaimie and sucked on it before passing it over to her. “Don’t tell me we don’t feel good and look just as good.”
“Sick,” he moaned. “You…need help… Mandy, you did this, you wanted this. Our own daughter!”
“You’re hard in our daughter’s mouth, my love.” Amanda smiled at him. “You can lie, your cock can’t.”
“No, I…I can’t help it, she…”
“Is damn good with her mouth. Mama’s girl through and through. Now, just stop with its wrong, and watch.”
She leaned over, her lips parted, and Jaimie, lifted her head from Andre’s cock and kissed her. They both gripped his shaft, stroking it as their tongues slid over one another and they moaned into their taboo kiss.
Amanda lowered her head, flicking her tongue over Andre’s head, and Jaimie did the same. Amanda took the lead, and Jaimie followed, working their tongues up and down his long shaft before meeting over his tip for another kiss.
Andre’s breathing grew heavier, and he was no longer struggling against the bonds. He kept muttering words like wrong, and stop, and twisted, but his cock was throbbing in their hands.
Amanda turned her head, slipping his shaft between her lips and Jaimie did the same. They moved their heads in unison working his cock between them. Andre whimpered and Amanda’s heart leapt when his hips began to gently rock.
“Yes,” she purred. “That’s it, my love. Let it go, surrender to it. We love you, and you love us. This isn’t wrong honey, no one is hurting or abusing anyone.”
“Want you so bad, daddy!” Jaimie took him back in her mouth, this time sucking with teasing slowness, to give Amanda time to keep talking and not taking a chance of her father losing his erection.
“I’ve wanted this my whole life, Andre, the game we started was the closest I could get, but now its our daughter who’s licked my cunt and who I’ve made squeal, and now we want you to play with us.
“No more hookers,” she placed her hand on Jaimie’s head, sliding it through her hair and pushing down, then pulling on her hair, guiding her along her husband’s dick. “No more young girls who need money, or little skanks at clubs.
“From now on its our daughter who’s going to share your cock with me. Think of fucking her while she goes down on me. Fucking me while she rides my face. Your two girls loving and lusting with you every night.”
“Oh, Amanda,” he was sweating and his body still tense, but his eyes were locked onto their daughter gobbling on his cock like it was the best thing she ever tasted. “This…it can’t be happening.”
“It is, and its going to keep happening.” Amanda rose to her knees. “Baby girl, its time to go for a ride on Daddy.”
Jaimie slipped to her knees, and Amanda gripped the base of Andre’s cock, squeezing it ensure he stayed hard. Their daughter swung her leg over his hips and as Amanda guided her husband to her daughter’s hole, smiled.

“Let daddy see how tight his little girl is.”
“Yes, Mama,” she paused, and in an oddly sweet voice, whispered. “Love you, daddy.”
She then sat down hard, impaling herself in her father’s cock.
“Ow!” Jaimie squealed. “Oh, god, he’s big!” she squirmed on his lap, whimpering as her tight cunt was spread around her father’s thick shaft.
“Fuck,” Andre’s eyes went wide.
“Tight isn’t she?” Amanda slid up the bed until she was kneeling by his head. “Tight, and wet, and…young. Our own barely legal jailbait, baby. And she is as eager to please as your wife is.”
Jaimie whimpered, but sliding her feet up until they were flat on the bed, rose to her knees and using her legs, began to bounce on Andre’s long cock.
“Been pleasing me the last few weeks. We even fucked each other with the strap on. The whole time, all she talked about was this.”
“Shouldn’t…” Andre groaned, but when Jaimie leaned over to brace her hands on his chest and ride him harder, his hips began to move in time with hers.
“Says who?” She placed her lips to his ear. “Our dirty secret, baby. We come home and we play with our sexy nympho of a daughter. You want time alone with her? You can have that, still want nights with just me, that’s fine too.
“But the three of us? Hmmm,” she licked his ear. “You fuck her and flood that young twat with your load then I slurp it out of her. We play while you rest. Think of how she’ll squeal between us? Squeal for daddy, come on daddy’s cock, come under your wife’s tongue while you fuck my ass.
“She’s a nasty thing like her mother, my love. We can both take her. She can ride my rubber cock while you take her ass! Everything we did with those girls we’ll do with our girls.”
She kissed his neck, then smiled as she watched His sticky wet shaft sliding in and out of Jaimie’s pink slit. “You’re so hard, my love. She feels good, doesn’t she?”
“She,” Andre’s dark eyes met hers and with an air of surrender, he whispered. “I’m a bad man for doing this?”
“No, baby,” Amanda kissed him. “You’re a good man who married a bad woman and had a bad girl,” she swung her leg over his head and lowered her cunt to his face. “But bad girls need love too,” she giggled, then moaned when Andre’s tongue entered her flooded pussy.
“Yes,” she rocked her hips, grinding her hot sticky flesh in his face. “That’s it, baby, make your girls happy!”
“Yes, daddy!” Jaimie squealed, as she pounded harder onto his cock. “Fuck me! Fuck your little girl!” she laughed, her eyes bright and wild. “Thank you, daddy! Thank you for…mmmf!”
Her next words were muffled by Amanda leaning over and kissing her. She grabbed Jamie’s small tits, playing with them as she plunged her tongue into her daughter’s mouth.
Jamie returned the favor, cupping her mother’s breasts as she bounced on her father’s now boldly thrusting cock. Amanda’s hand dropped between them, and Jaimie squealed into their kiss when she found her throbbing clit and rubbed it.

Beneath her, Andre moaned into her pussy, his lips encircling her clit and sucking on it. Amanda’s hips ground into his face, but she continued to kiss Jamie while her fingers worked her daughter’s clit.
“Oh, oh!” Jamie whimpered.
There was a cracking sound behind her, and Amanda flinched when Andre’s hands, the cuffs still attached to them, slipped past her. She had a moment of panic that turned into a cry of joy when her husbands’ hands went to their daughter’s slender hips.
“Oh, daddy!” Jamie cried as he pushed on her hips, helping her ride him.
He moaned louder between Amanda’s thighs, but his lips continued to work her clit, sucking her in a steady rhythm. His hips rocked much harder and faster, and Jaimie yelped when he held her down and now plunged up into her with short powerful strokes.
Jaimie couldn’t hold the kiss, and her and Amanda were now face to face, gasping and moaning as they rode Andre’s cock and tongue. Andre groaned loudly into her cunt and in front of her Jaimie’s eyes went wide.
“Oh my god! Oh, Mama! Daddy’s coming inside me! He’s….ahhh!” Her head went
back and she wailed as Andre’s coming and Amanda’s manipulating her cunt triggered her own orgasm.
Her husband and daughter coming, Andre shooting inside her daughter, sent Amanda over the edge. The room filled with Jaimie and Amanda’s high pitched squeals and cries as Andre writhed beneath them gasping and groaning as he was pinned to his wife’s quivering cunt.
“Oh…oh.” Jaimie, whimpered, and still dealing with the last waves of pleasure coursing through her body, Amanda grabbed her daughter and pushed her to the side.
Jaimie fell onto the bed, and lunging forward, Amanda buried her face in her daughter’s cunt. Jaimie gasped, then whimpered, her hips rocking as her mother plunged her tongue into her cream filled cunt.
Amanda moaned, her eyes rolling as she eagerly slurped her husband’s cum from their daughter. It was the moment she’d fantasized about since the first time with Jamie. She licked and sucked, aware of Andre sitting up and removing the cuffs as he watched his wife eat his load from his daughter.
Amanda rested her head briefly on Jamie’s sweaty thigh, licking her sticky lips, then sat up. She looked at Andre whose face was a mass of sweat and his wife’s juices. Between them, Jaimie lay there breathing hard, a stunned look on her face, as if she couldn’t believe it had happened.
“I’m sorry,” Amanda whispered, putting her hand on Andre’s cheek. “I…I had to, my love. I had to have the three of us together. If you’re mad its my fault, please don’t take it out on…”
She stopped when he put his finger to her lips.
“Shh,” she kissed her forehead. “This is…a lot, but it…god, this was so wrong, but…”
“Just say it felt good, Daddy.” Jaimie stretched between them, and Amanda saw Andre’s eyes roaming over his daughter’s nubile young body. “All that other stuff, is just drama.”
“Come up here, young lady,” Andre beckoned her with his finger.
A nervous look on her face, Jaimie sat up between them.
“Closer,” he told her.

After a quick look at Amanda, Jamie leaned her face towards Andre.
“You, my girl,” he took her face in his hands and Amanda smiled when he gently kissed Jamie on the lips. “Are your mother’s daughter.”