Then she handed the glistening vibrator back to her daughter, and Amanda, looking at her mother's cunt now, instead of the magazine, continued with her own dildo fucking. She seemed more excited now and soon enough she was quivering, then trembling, and finally thrashing about in a rare passion as she came.
This served to excite Claire again. Taking the vibrator back, she fucked herself a second time.
And back and forth went the humming pleasurizer as the two oversexed rich women took turns coming.
"Sucking cunt is ever so much fun, isn't it, Mom?" Amanda said when it was Claire's turn to push the buzzing joystick up her creamy gash.
"Oh, yes," she said.
"Better than dildos.."
Mother and daughter looked at each other. They were both wondering the same thing.
Was incest possible without the opposite sex?
This was a logical question and had nothing to do with morality, for they were both totally amoral. And they both thought it was a shame, too, for they would have liked to believe in wickedness. Wicked things were much more fun.
Back and forth passed the dildo; back and forth went their eyes.
Dolly was squirming into the sexy maid uniform when Jonathan knocked once, sharply, and came into the room without waiting for her to answer. He got a glimpse of her pink nipples above the undercut bra before she could draw her blouse closed, Dolly blushed, not so much because he had seen her tits as because his wife had just sucked her cunt. But, of course, he wasn't to know that.
Jonathon said, "I forgot to mention this in our interview yesterday… you do have one duty which is rather unique."
Dolly waited, smiling uncertainly. "My father lives with us," he said, "the patriarch of the family. He is paralyzed, poor fellow. He has a nurse, of course, but the nurse has a day off each week and on that day it is the maid's duty to tend to him. And, as it happens, this is that day."
"Oh, I'll be glad to," Dolly said. "Yes. What you have to do is masturbate him." Dolly blinked and turned pale. But the master had spoken so matter of factly that she could see there was nothing untoward about the situation.
The rich were sure different.
Jonathan said, "He's a potent gentlemen and gets most unhappy when he has an erection. In fact, he's been bellowing for assistance for an hour now. I hope you have no objections…"
"Em… I guess not. Poor man."
She thought: It can't be wrong, especially if a nurse does it for him; nurses never do bad things.
"Good. If you'll come with me…" Dolly followed Jonathon down the corridor. He said, "I'm so glad you're here. Otherwise my wife or my daughter would have had to jerk him off and, although there's nothing wrong with it-it being a medical problem, rather than an emotional one-both Claire and Amanda do so much hate to do manual labor."
"I understand," Dolly said.
"Yes, the doctor prescribed a daily handjob," Jonathon said Dolly was more sure than ever that there was nothing wrong with it if it was under doctor's orders. As they neared the end of the corridor, she could hear the elder Wintergreen calling out for assistance.
"Where's my handjob?" he bellowed, in a lusty voice.
"Here she is, Father," Jonathon said, opening the door.
Dolly curtsied politely.
"And about time, too," the feisty old fellow said.
But he wasn't all that old, Dolly saw. He looked like his son-aristocratic and handsome, with a mane of white hair framing his face. And his cock was standing up in a throbbing tower above his loins. Dolly blinked. It was much longer than Duke's, she thought.
Then she thought: Oh no, I mustn't think of it as a cock; it's not a sexual thing at all.
But it gave her a funny feeling.
"I'll leave you to get on with it," Jonathon said.
He went out and closed the door. He knelt down and looked through the keyhole, but Dolly didn't know that, of course.
She approached the bed.
"What's your name, girl?" Wintergreen asked.
"Dolly, sir."
"I hope you are experienced at jerking cocks off."
She hesitated; he glared at her.
"I've had some experience, sir," she said.
"Good. I've had this boner for over an hour now, damnit! It's damnably uncomfortable. Pull up a chair and get on with it."
Dolly drew a chair to the side of the bed and sat down. She reached, tentatively, for his cock.
"Hold on," he said.
She froze, her hand about to close over his formidable prick.
"You'd better take your blouse off," he said.
"Oh? I don't see why."
She didn't mind giving him medical assistance, but it would be naughty to let him look at her tits.
But he said, "You don't see why? Don't you know how much it costs to launder lace blouses? Whatever are you thinking of, girl? I often cum like a firehose; the spunk gets all over everything in sight, that's why."
"Oh, of course, sir; I wasn't thinking."
Dolly felt silly for not thinking of such a reasonable thing. She took her blouse off. Wintergreen's eyes gleamed as he gazed upon her pink tipped tits. Dolly had had the impression that, if he'd had the use of his hands, he would have used them to grab her tits. Then she thought that she had better take the bra off, too, and did so. Her heavy boobs bobbled over the bed. Wintergreen nodded.
His cock was a truly massive tower of gnarled flesh, seamed with dark, throbbing veins and capped with a great, purple wedge of peckerhead that flared out angrily. The tip was steaming. It was easy to see why this gentleman needed a daily handjob.
Dolly folded her hand around the root; Wintergreen sighed. She began to pull his prick up and down with a steady rhythm and he murmured happily.
Dolly leaned closer. She was gazing in fascination at the head of his cock, which was so much bigger than Duke's. She found, to her shame, that her cunt had started to cream again. She couldn't understand whatever had gotten into her-first, she had come when the mistress was merely checking out her cherry, and now, she was getting excited over a simple job of handwork.
"Hold my balls," he grumbled.
Dolly dutifully cupped his balls in her free hand; her other hand skimmed up and down efficiently.
"Want to know something?" he said, squinting at her.
"Sir?"
"All the money in this family is mine. I earned it. My son never earned a penny."
Dolly smiled at him, pulling his cock up and down and squeezing his bloated nut sac.
"So if I don't like a maid or a nurse, I fire 'em!"
"Oh! I do hope you like me, sir."
"Can't say, yet. Let's see how much of the old spunk you can pull out of me, huh?"
Dolly began to pump faster, her fist tightened around the fat stalk.
"I fired the last maid," he said. "That's why they went and hired you. Last maid was no damned good at pork pullin'."
Dolly leaned closer, concentrating hard on the task at hand. His cock was swelling enormously. She was heartily glad that she'd had so much practice on Duke's dick. This was not an unpleasant task at all, she discovered.
"The nurse is okay; I'd never fire her," he said.
"I'm doing my best, sir."
He closed one eye; the other eye was bright.
"Want to know a secret?" he said.
Dolly nodded her head up and down; her hand went up and down, too. When she nodded it looked like she was following the pistoning of his prick.
"I pay the nurse extra," he said. "My son don't know about that, but I give her plenty."
"Because she jerks you off so well?"
"Naw…'cause she takes it in the mouth," he said.
Dolly gulped and her hand missed a stroke.
Wintergreen said, "I'd give you plenty, too, if you wanted to take it in the mouth."
"Oh, dear," she said, flustered. "I couldn't. I mean… it's okay to give you a handjob under the doctor's prescription, but it would be sinful to do that other thing." "Naw," he snorted. "It would so!"