The Big Favor 1

The Big Favor, Ch. 1 of 3
by ThePleasurePrinciple

As I walked through the hallway to answer the front door, I had already prepared my two speeches. It would either be: “Sorry, I already know who I’m voting for,” or “No thanks, I just bought cookies from the last Girl Scout that was here.”

When I pulled open the door I nearly went into shock as I stood frozen, staring at the last two people I would have ever expected to see on my front porch that day.

“Hi, Tommy!” came an overly sweet voice as her hand popped up to wave at me with just her fingers.

It was Kelly and her daughter Jenny. Man, it had been a long time. Twenty years ago I had become great friends with Kelly and her husband who, well, she divorced a few years back. Jenny was just a baby then, and we all hung out quite a bit.

After a few years her husband received a great job offer so the family packed up and moved three states away. That was the last time I saw them. Then Facebook came along and we’ve kept in touch ever since. When I first saw pictures of Jenny I couldn’t believe what a gorgeous young woman she’d grown up to be!

She had the sweetest face, straight platinum-blond hair down to her shoulders with bangs, and, of all the many pictures posted, I don’t think I ever saw one where she wasn’t wearing a big, genuine smile. Looking through her summer vacation photos I can also say she looked incredible in a bikini.

I know, I kinda felt like some pervert noticing that. I’m old enough to be her father after all. But there was no denying it, she could have been a swimsuit model.

As for Kelly, well, she had looked quite a bit like her daughter back in the old days. Over time she had put on about thirty pounds, but she wore it well. Her face was rounder and she had very short blond hair. I would also say that more than a bit of that thirty pounds went to her chest and it looked great to me.

I was friends with both of them on Facebook and we had frequent conversations. With Kelly we chatted about anything and everything, but mostly she liked to unload on me about the jerk she ended up shacking up with after her divorce. I know, apparently I’m a good listener, God help me. Have to say we did flirt a bit and I got the distinct feeling that she had a bit of a thing for me, but nothing was actually said.

Jenny would come to me for fatherly advice since her dad had become very distant after the divorce. She had a mature soul and would tell me how she preferred the company of older adults and that kids her age were so immature. Although I never flirted with her, I could tell she felt very close to me, and not just in a fatherly way. Hmmm…like mother, like daughter?

“Well, are you going to invite us in?” Kelly asked finally.

I jerked out of my trance and exclaimed, “What? Oh, jeez yeah, I’m so sorry. Where are my manners?”

I gave Kelly a big hug as she walked through the door and then turned to Jenny to give her a friendly squeeze.

“Come on in and sit down, you guys.” I said as I motioned to the living room. “I can’t believe how long it’s been!”

“And Jenny, you were just a toddler the last time I saw you,” I added.

“I know!” Jenny laughed. “Mom has told me a lot of stories about you from back then.”

“Uh oh,” I teased, “all good I hope.”

“Weeeell, for the most part anyway,” Jenny kidded.

“So what brings you back to the old neighborhood anyway?” I asked, looking back and forth at them.

Suddenly the room took on an air of awkward silence.

“Mom, go ahead and tell him,” Jenny said quietly as she turned to Kelly.

“Oh, wow,” Kelly began nervously, “this seemed so much easier when I was rehearsing it in the car.”

“Well, somebody tell me already,” I demanded. “The suspense is killing me.”

“OK,” Kelly continued, “you know Jenny and Jared got married a year and a half ago, right?”

“Of course!” I said with a smile. “I saw all the pictures and you guys make a beautiful couple!”

“Aww, thanks,” Jenny replied with an uneasy expression on her face.

“Well,” Kelly continued, “they wanted to have a baby right away and have not had any luck after all this time, so Jared finally had his sperm count taken and it was so low that it’s very likely he will never be able to father a child.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that,” I interjected. “So, what now? Adoption? Artificial insemination?”

“Uh, well, kinda,” Kelly replied, squirming a bit in her seat. “Here’s the deal. First of all, we can’t really afford the cost of going to a doctor for artificial insemination. Besides, Jared’s parents might find out.”

“And why is that a problem?” I asked.

Kelly continued, “Jared’s folks have been pushing hard for a grandbaby and his dad is an old-fashioned type who thinks his son would be less of a man if he were sterile.”

All of a sudden it hit me like a ton of bricks. They wanted me to be the sperm donor!

“Uh, Mom,” Jenny said looking at my stunned expression, “I think he just figured it out.”

“So, you want me to be a sperm donor?” I asked in a slow measured rhythm.

Kelly just nodded, unsure if she should speak again just yet.

“So, I have to ask. Why me?”

“Well, a couple of reasons.” Kelly pointed out. “You look a lot like Jared so no one would think the baby wasn’t his, and you live so far away and would not be involved after…uh, the donation.”

“Then if I were to agree to this, you’re thinking about what? The turkey baster routine?” I asked.

“We thought about that, but a lot of the sperm would die in the process and the chances for success would be a lot less,” Kelly explained. “It was a long drive and we can’t afford to keep coming back. Jenny is in the optimum place in her cycle, and we were really hoping this would work the first time.”

As we sat there in nervous silence, I could feel my groin tingle and my dick swell with the implications here. As strange and clinical as this all was, the bottom line was that one way or another, I would be shooting my load into this incredibly gorgeous twenty-something girl.

After running some short movies in my head, I recovered from my haze and asked, “Are you telling me that Jared is on board with this?”

“I’m not going to pretend he likes it, but he likes failing to give his parents a grandbaby even less.” Jenny said. “He said he would go along with this if I would promise to do it as quickly and as impersonally as possible. That’s why Mom is here.”

“Yes,” Kelly added, “I’m the chaperone.”

“So here are the rules Jared laid out,” Jenny continued. “You’ll get yourself close to coming, and he doesn’t care how as long as it doesn’t involve me, and then at the last minute you put it in me when you’re ready to come. Oh yeah, and he wants you to see as little of me as possible.”

Yet another round of awkward silence.

“OK, Kelly,” I said as I started to freak out a bit about this whole idea, “if I do this, here are MY rules. This is such a bizarre setup, I don’t know if I am going to be able to get ready on my own. So I want you to get naked to help me, uh, get in the mood, then you can jerk me until I am ready for Jenny. Take it or leave it.”

Kelly stuttered a bit. “Wait a minute, I’m just here to supervise!”

I knew from our Facebook conversations that she was attracted to me. I was hoping she might be convinced to have some fun here.

“Time’s a-wasting, Kelly,” I prodded.

“Mom, please!” Jenny pleaded. “This needs to happen!”

“Oh my God,” Kelly groaned. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Kelly stood up and, after a slight hesitation and a deep breath, pulled her shirt up over her head. She popped open her jeans, pulled down the zipper and then shifted her hips back and forth as she worked them down. As she stepped out of her pants, she reached around her back and undid her bra, letting it drop to the floor. Her breasts were huge but jutted outward without sagging from their weight. Her areolas were large and pink, covered with tiny bumps, and her nipples protruded prominently.

Kelly then hooked her thumbs inside her panties and pulled them down until they fell to her feet. She had a thick, unmanicured bush of dense brown pubic hair that hid her slit completely from view.

My cock was now hard and pushing against my jeans.

Kelly said, “Jenny, you need to get ready.”

Jenny lay down on the carpeted floor in front of the couch. Kelly grabbed an afghan off the couch and draped it over Jenny from the waist down.

Jenny pulled her jeans off and then her panties. Even though she was covered, I could see what she was doing and knew she was naked from the waist down.  My mind raced, painting pictures of what she must look like under there, and I was turned on all the more.

Kelly sat next to me as I opened my pants, pulling them half-way down my thighs allowing my throbbing, hard cock to spring to attention.

Kelly scooted her naked body close to me as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started to stroke it with a steady rhythm. She had a smile on her face and I could tell she was enjoying herself.

Jenny lay on the floor trying to be uninvolved, but couldn’t resist looking up at my cock and what her mom was doing.

Though she was trying to be discreet, I saw Jenny move her hand under the afghan that was like a tent over her knees. I could see her shoulder begin to move ever so slightly up and down and it was obvious that she was fingering herself.

Suddenly I grabbed Kelly’s hand and stopped her.

“OK, this is ridiculous!” I exclaimed. “Everyone here is getting horny while we play like this is a fucking fertility clinic!” I continued to rant. “I know damn well you both have sexual feelings for me from our time on Facebook. That’s OK, you don’t have to admit it.”

“And Jenny, I appreciate your wanting to be modest and discreet for Jared, but dammit, Jared’s not here! And furthermore, what happens here stays here!” My voice rose and I think my escalating diatribe was starting to scare them just a bit.

“Well OK, then,” Jenny asked sheepishly, “what do you want to do?”

I looked at Jenny and in a calmer voice instructed, “You and I are going to take off the rest our clothes. I’m going to fuck your Mom and then I’m going to fuck you, and you get my load.”

I could tell my forceful demeanor had intimidated Jenny. The look on her face told me she felt that she was not to disobey me, and must do as “Daddy” says. And the best part was that what Daddy wanted, she wanted too.

She stood up, a pouty expression on her face, still clutching the afghan. Then, with her hands flat against it, she slowly slid it down her thighs before letting it drop to the floor. Looking down her form, her crisp white linen blouse gave way to tan, smooth, gorgeous skin.

Her hips created shapely curves moving down long athletic legs. She had very well defined tan lines that revealed where the tiniest of a bikini could just barely cover her. She had a pronounced pubic mound and her smooth, bald slit was tiny and featureless.

My eyes were locked onto her as I continued to undress. She unbuttoned her blouse, letting it slide down off her arms, then pulled the front clasp of her bra open and pulled the cups away as her medium-sized breasts bounced once to sit high on her chest.

They were firm and perky and she had her Mom’s large pink areolas and protruding nipples. The skin was ivory white where her bikini top had covered her breasts from public view. The tan lines made her private parts seem all the more naked and vulnerable.

I smiled at her approvingly as I sat down next to Kelly.  Leaning in to kiss her, my arms wrapped around her naked form. Our tongues immediately slid past each other’s, anxiously driving deep. I reached down to cup my hand under her enormous breast, squeezing and hefting its weight.

Grabbing her stiff nipple between my fingers, I twisted and tugged on it as Kelly’s breathing became faster and heavier.

I slid my hand down her chest, over her fleshy belly, until my fingers combed through the thick, tangled bush which was already a sticky and matted as a result of her intense excitement. Two fingers slid easily in as I moved my face down to take her nipple into my mouth. She was groaning and heaving from the sensations as she let her legs fall wide open.

At one point I looked up to see that Jenny had found the wall opposite us and was leaning with her back against it and had dropped down slightly to a half squatting position, her knees wide apart, giving three fingers full access to her slit, ramming them in, fucking herself hard as she watched Mom getting laid.

At this point I reached across Kelly, grabbed under her thigh and pulled her over me so that she was straddling my hips, facing me. She lowered herself as I guided my cock through her thick sticky bush and thrust my hips upward driving it deep into her cunt.

She repeatedly rose then let her weight fall, taking in as much of my shaft as she could. Her huge tits followed shortly after, slapping hard against her chest.

“OK, Kelly,” I exclaimed with some urgency, “I better stop now and take care of Jenny.”

“Oh, shit yes!” She answered. “Just hold onto it whatever you do. Don’t cum yet!”

Just hold onto it? Sure, no problem. I was just getting started.

Jenny hurriedly got down on the floor with her knees up and wide apart. I dropped between her legs and moved my hips in, gazing down at her tiny slit that was wet and shiny from masturbating.

With my hand I guided the head of my cock, still wet with her Mom’s juices, between her lips. I slowly drove it in, feeling her incredibly tight walls hug and massage my shaft.

She let out soft whimpers as her back arched and her eyes grew large. I wrapped my arms around her firm thighs, lifting her ass a bit as I continued to deliver long driving strokes. I looked over to the couch to see that Kelly was now rubbing her clit as she watched her daughter getting pounded.

My God, I thought, just how kinky can this get? And that was when the devil inside me took over.

“Hey, Kelly!” I exclaimed as I interrupted my stroking for a moment. “I think you should come down here and sit on Jenny’s face so she can eat your pussy while I fuck her”

Kelly whipped her head around and screamed, “What the fuck, Tommy! Did you think that was funny or something?”

Jenny exclaimed slowly, “Oh my God!” As she put her hand over her mouth.

“No,” I said in a calm matter of fact tone. “I don’t think it was funny at all, but I really think you should do it.”

“You can’t be serious!” Kelly shot back. “That’s my daughter for Christ sake! That is way over the line, and there is no fucking way I’m doing that!”

“Hmmm…really?” I COULD just pull out my dick and come on Jenny’s belly. It’s all the same to me.”

“Noooo!” Jenny wailed, her face wrenched up in horror.

“Are you shitting me?” Kelly asked in disbelief. “You would do that?”

Jenny turned to her mom and pleaded, “Mom, it’s OK, I’ll do it! We’ve come too far and I want this baby!”

Kelly sat shaking her head and finally got up and walked over to Jenny. She turned, glared at me and exclaimed between clenched teeth, “Fuck you for doing this, Tommy!”

Kelly got down on the floor and straddled Jenny’s face, her ample bottom in my view. She lowered herself, stopping while she was still a couple inches above her. Knowing what needed to be done, Jenny wrapped her arm over her Mom’s thighs and pulled her down, while at the same time extending her tongue to meet her Mom’s pussy. Jenny pulled until Kelly’s cunt was resting on Jenny’s face, sliding her tongue through her wet lips and sticky thick muff, sucking out the flowing juices.

She wanted more than anything else to know that I was happy with her performance, just to be safe. For the longest time, Kelly sat very still, not making a sound. As Jenny continued to suck and lick with great zeal, an amazing thing started to happen. Kelly began to moan, her breathing intensifying as she began grinding her pussy against Jenny’s face. The bizarre intensity of this moment was catching up to her.

Having sex with her Facebook crush.  Watching her daughter get fucked in front of her. It was all so overwhelming and now her daughter was eating her pussy. Not only eating her, but doing it better than anyone else had ever done.

None of the taboos mattered now. All she knew was she was about to come like she had never come in her life.

As her impending orgasm swept over her, Jenny sucked her Mom’s clit into her mouth and nibbled on it as Kelly’s hips spasmed out of control. As she came, her contractions forced air and copious juices from her pussy as she queefed crudely, making a painfully obvious display of her guilty pleasure. Her sticky secretions soaked Jenny’s face and ran out into her mouth and cascaded down her cheeks.

As Kelly’s orgasm subsided, she immediately stood up and without a word walked quickly from the room headed for the bathroom. Jenny was a sticky, wet mess and had pubic hairs stuck to her face.

I looked at her smiling and said, “We have some unfinished business here.”

I pushed her legs back and started pounding her at a feverish pace. It was time to let go and it didn’t take long. With my swollen balls pulled up tight to my body and my groin going flush, I pumped my seed deep into Jenny, soaking her cervix and filling her sweet pussy until my jizz was dripping out past my cock and onto the carpet.

Jenny was laughing and crying at the same time, having finally received what she came here for. I held myself deep inside her, trying to push every last drop out, giving her every bit of me before pulling myself from her. I then stood up and grabbed my clothes.

“I’m going to go upstairs for a few minutes and let you two get dressed and cleaned up,” I said. “I’ll be back down in just a bit.”

When I came back downstairs, they were standing in the entryway and I walked over to them to show them out. Jenny put her arms around me and gave me a big hug.

“Thank you, Tommy,” she said softly in my ear. “I really mean it.”

“Well, I just hope it all works out for you!” I replied.

I turned to Kelly, and, without speaking or looking at me, she walked out the door and to her car.

“She’ll be OK,” Jenny assured me as she followed her out. “Bye!”

I stood there watching them. As Kelly opened the car door, she paused for a moment. She looked up at me, shook her head and smiled.

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4 thoughts on “The Big Favor 1

  1. I love when Kelly is “forced” to sit on her daughter’s face! There’s something about reluctance turning to guilty pleasure that is such a royal turn on. I wonder what I would do if someone ordered my mom to shove her pussy in my face?

  2. It seems you planed this story very well I really enjoyed it and I’m heading for chapter 2 nowwwwwwwwww

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