Private Tutor for Trophy Mom and Daughter - Sex Stories

Private Tutor for Trophy Mom and Daughter

... appetite. I married her because she is a gorgeous, sexy, nympho. I love showing her off, but I also know I can't keep up with her. I satisfy her material needs, and she is very much a trophy wife that I am proud to have on my arm, but I can't satisfy her sexually. I enjoy watching other men being mesmerized by her sexual power. In fact, I first fell for her by watching the effect she had on other men when she danced for them. "I also know that I'm hardly ever here, and that, left alone, she would pick up any low-life bad boy with a big dick and probably get us both some God-awful disease or cause a scandal, so I would rather pick a young, healthy man to stay out here with her and keep her satisfied, a young man who I will pay very well to be discrete, dependable, disease and drug-free, and who will mean less--not more--worry for me. Are you that man, Joey?" Just then Nina went from massaging my chest with oil to pinching my nipples. I looked down at her and when she saw that I caught her eye, she licked her lips. "Y-y-yes, sir," I stammered, "you can depend on me." "Darling, it looks like Joey's penis is popping out there and might get a sun burn if you don't take care of him." Obeying her husband, Nina squirted more oil on her hands and then wrapped her oily fingers around the hard shaft of my cock and started pumping away. Mr. Talbott sat and watched as I used every last ounce of will power not to ejaculate right then and there. Just then, however, Linda burst on the ...

... scene, just home from school. She saw me on top of her mom as she was wanking at my cock with her step dad looking on intently. "No, no, no," she screamed. "Mr. Joe is MY tutor. Mom, how COULD you?!?!" She stamped her feet, threw her school books down, and ran away. I jumped up, pulled my swimsuit back up (though it still couldn't cover my erect cock), and said, "Oh, damn, this is my tutorial time with Linda, I lost track of the time. I'm really sorry. This won't happen again. Let me handle it." With that I grabbed the towel to dry myself off, grabbed Linda's books, and hurried off to change my clothes and catch up with the distraught girl. Chapter IV: Consoling Linda I ran to my room, took a record-quick shower and changed into sweat pants and a T-shirt, not even taking time to put on underpants. I knocked on Linda's bedroom door. "Go away," she said. "Linda, I'm sorry you saw that. Can we talk?" "No, go away. I never want to see you again." "I would really miss not seeing you again, Linda. I really like you and want to get to know you better." "No, you don't. You just want to fuck my mother." I decided it was better not to chastize her just now for using bad language. "Linda, your step dad was right there. He's my boss and I was just doing what he told me to do or he would have fired me. But I want to be with you, Linda. I want to be your tutor, but I also really want to be your friend." "Go away," she said again, but with less conviction. "If I go away, your step dad is just ...