Roger nodded and she came out, wearing garter belt and sheer blue nylons.
"I heard this turns you on," she added.
Roger looked at Connie. "You've been telling tales, I suspect," he told her, standing up. Then, to Stacy, "You're right, Anastasia. It turns me on like you wouldn't believe."
He went to the girl, taking big steps, and he grabbed her up, spinning her around as Connie stared from the couch. His hands were on the bare cheeks of Stacy's ass, squeezing the plump, pliable cushions fiercely, and he set her down only to crush her mouth in a hot, burning kiss. Connie fancied that she could almost smell the sizzling of lips across the room, and her fists clenched angrily. What was he doing? How could he behave this way in front of her? How could Stacy let him?
Stacy was just as startled as her mother. She rubbed her lips and her eyes were enormous. They grew even larger when Roger's head dropped to her tits and he began to suck them hungrily. "Oh!" she said, looking to her mother for guidance.
Connie couldn't stand it another second. She jumped up and ran to join them. Her hands seized Roger's head, pulling him bodily from his oral grasp on her daughter's right nipple. "What are you doing?" she demanded.
"Auditioning Anastasia," he replied calmly. He was no longer sucking the girl, but his hands had gone to her tits and he held her in a death grip. "I think she has potential. Not to mention tasty tits."
Connie was stunned. "This isn't like you, Roger."
He released Stacy's breasts and pulled both women to his side, encircling each of them with an arm. "You might as well get used to it, Connie. If your daughter gets into our business she'll be doing a hell of a lot more than having her breasts licked."
"You knew all along?"
He pointed with his thumb. "You forgot to take the picture off the coffee table," he advised her, "and she's just as recognizable as you were on the cover of Twat. Nearly as sexy, too."
"Nearly?" Stacy asked.
"Nearly," he repeated, nibbling Connie's chin. "This is my main lady and she's number one as far as I'm concerned." Roger let them go. "So you've come to terms about your mother's secret life, have you?"
"Splendidly!" Stacy laughed. "Unfortunately, my brother – oh, screw him! Let's keep it happy, huh? So can you get me into the movies, too? I'm big enough and old enough."
"And sexy enough," Connie confessed. "She wants to do it, Roger. Who am I to stop her?"
"It'll get out eventually," he mused, "and it will be a scandal of sorts. The first mother-daughter team in porno cinema. Twat will have a field day with it. Are you both ready for that?"
"We'll worry when the times comes," Stacy said. "You know, Roger, you and I have one thing in common. We both dig this classy cooze from the Upper East Side. Let's show her how much. Okay?"
Connie blushed around her smile of pride.
She was right, Connie thought as she hurried out of her clothes beside the bed. She and Roger had both made love with her. But was it right? Or was there even such a thing as right? Could it be bad when it felt so good? she asked herself.
"Good God!" Stacy warbled. "Is that thing for real?" She was talking about Roger's cock, which rose of its own power while he was still involved with undressing himself. Connie had to smile. Her lover had a big one all right, and it was very much for real.
She pushed Roger and he stumbled toward the waterbed, flopping down beside Stacy, who made a flying lunge for his dick. She grabbed it with both hands, but enough of the cock stuck out to allow her some delightful licking and kissing, and that was precisely what Stacy began to do. Connie eased onto the bed with them, cupping her breasts as she offered Roger his choice of nipples.
Both her paps were stiff and suckable, and his lips darted from tit to tit as he tested their responses. Connie could sense a growing wetness at her cunt, and she touched herself down there with her middle finger. Her gash parted like melted butter to suck that finger inside. She rode its frantic thrusts while Roger nursed her breasts, till she could stand it no longer. Connie pried her nipples from between his sucking lips, slid forward on the bed, and planted her cunt squarely atop his mouth.
His tongue had a way of moving on her slit, and the bed started to sway beneath them as his head picked up speed. Connie cupped her tits once again, squeezing them till they ached as she relished her man's oral talents.
But no! She was facing the wrong direction! She wanted to watch Stacy, to see what tricks the girl could perform on Roger's cock. It killed her to disconnect his tongue and her snatch, even for a second, but she raised her bottom all the same, turning around quickly. She replanted her bush with a sigh, feeling his little wet snake as it darted inside once again.
A bit further down the bed Stacy was involved with a snake that was certainly not little, though it glistened with the moisture her mouth had already deposited on its stiff length. The girl wooed Roger's hard red cock with her hands and her mouth, as if she couldn't decide whether to suck it or play with it. Connie watched as her daughter shoved it between her lips, only to remove it once again and caress it with her warm, swift hands.
"I think you lucked out," she told her mother as Roger's cock jiggled before her mouth. Stacy's tongue flitted out, tapping the penis at its very apex, lingering there for a second of contact, then darting away once more. She giggled, opened her mouth, and took him in for sixty seconds of slow suction.
A weird feeling came over Connie then. It was as if Roger had been reduced to a cock and a tongue, both organs with no other purpose than to delight herself and her daughter. She had never felt closer to her daughter than she did at that moment, as they shared a man between them.
"Why don't you put it in your cunt?" she suggested. "Then we can touch one another, and…" Her rising voice left the sentence uncompleted but its meaning implicit.
"Right on!" Stacy agreed, and she climbed atop Roger's loins, guiding his prick into her hole. She sank down upon it with a sigh, her tits heaving as she took him all the way up, and she gave her ass a shake to seal the connection. "Talk about having a bellyful," she quipped as she leaned forward to caress her mother's breasts.
The two women came together as they romped above Roger's erotic tools. Their lips met in a kiss that was by far the hottest they had yet shared, and Connie felt her very soul flowing into her daughter's sucking mouth. Hands crossed back and forth, stroking breasts, pulling nipples, reaming navels, even plunging into the cunts that were already filled by Roger's tongue and dick.
And through it all he never wavered once. Stacy bounced in ecstasy op his cock, while his tongue did masterful service on Connie's clit and labia. She wasn't sure, but it seemed that he had never been so orally erotic as at this moment. She could feel her clitoris growing and pulsating where his lips and fingers made it ready for his tongue to love, and she loved him desperately.
Sometimes his tongue strayed from her cunt, into the shadowed crevice of her body, and its dripping tip knocked playfully at the pucker of her asshole. She had only recently lost her anal cherry, after years of fearing that type of intimacy, and the very touch of his tongue made her recall the magical moment when his long, thick pecker had first outwitted her wary sphincter and slid into her rectum. When he licked her ass now, when he tickled it with the tip of his index finger, she wanted to open it wide, to suck his tongue into her shithole.
But instead of that she contented herself with receiving his lingual love as he chose to give it, in her own turn growing more aggressive with Stacy as the girl rocked so closely. She leaned forward, discovering that she could manage to suckle her daughter's fat brown nipples without breaking her connection. The nipples swelled and throbbed in Connie's mouth and Stacy groaned ecstatically as they were sucked and chewed and sucked again.