Posing Uncle Bob

by Lubrican

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Chapter Three

I had been given a clue about how close mother and daughter were. What Beth had done, right in front of her daughter should have told me that Heather would have no trouble talking to her mother about what happened later. Just the fact that Beth had left us alone should have told me something. Of course there was another clue in there too, about how they felt about me. They now knew I had lusted after them for a long time, but I was still blind as a bat when it came to how they might feel about me. So much had happened that I think I was a little shell shocked. So I wasn't prepared for what came next. When Heather decided her work for the day was done, and we had gotten dressed again, I was invited to dinner.

It was at this point that I learned there wasn't anything they couldn't talk about together.

Heather gushed about how great the painting was going to be. Then I almost choked as she described how she'd gotten my penis hard again, only to be squirted with it. I expected Beth to throw something at me and call the cops.

She didn't.

She looked at me and said "Two orgasms in one day. Aren't you the lucky man."

"I'm really sorry," I moaned, begging for mercy. "I didn't expect it. It just kind of happened."

"You're a man," she said. "I'd have been surprised if anything else happened. You don't know how relieved I was when I found out you weren't gay."


"You never go out on dates, Bob. What were we supposed to think?"

"I didn't know you thought about it at all!" I objected.

"Of course we do," she said, putting more noodles on my plate. "Just like you're a man, we're women. Women think about sex too, you know."

"Oh." I blinked. "I guess I didn't think of it like that." I blinked again. "I am not gay!"

"Something for which, as I said, I am quite relieved. I suspect Heather is too," she said, smiling.

"You're not mad?"

"Of course not," she said. "I trust you, and I trust her."

"You can't trust me," I said firmly.

"Bob, she's going to learn about it somewhere. At least I know you love her." She looked at me oddly. "If anything I'm a bit jealous."

"You're shitting me," I gasped.

"Language!" she warned.

"Sorry," I said, blushing.

"I said that word when I came on his finger," said Heather, as if she was simply talking about how I'd touched her. "Sorry," she said, looking sheepish.

"Oh?" Beth's voice rose an octave.

"I told you," I moaned. "Things got carried away!"

"Is my daughter still a virgin?" she asked, her voice odd.

"Of course!" I yelped.

"Well, then at least you behaved yourself that much."

The rest of dinner was quieter. I'd like to think it was because the food was delicious and we were intent on eating.

Eventually everyone was finished, and Heather started taking things off the table and putting dishes in the dishwasher.

"We need to do a little more," said Heather conversationally. "I didn't quite get finished."

I was thinking about all the ways one could interpret "do a little more." I looked at Beth, who may have been thinking the same thing.

"Would you feel better if I was there?" she asked.

"Yes!" I nodded.

Of course, as I was arranged naked on the couch again, and my imagination kicked in again, my cock decided to stand up and be counted again.

"I'll take care of it this time, dear," Beth said as she pushed her daughter toward the easel. "You just keep painting."

She went behind me, and reached over, so that Heather's view of my body wasn't obstructed. Her hand slid gently up and down and she whispered in my ear.

"It's amazing how you don't know what you've missed," she whispered softly, "until you find it again."

I groaned, and her hand squeezed me.

She spoke again, barely above a whisper. "So ... what am I going to have to do to protect my poor, defenseless daughter from the big bad wolf who lives next door?"

I just closed my eyes. "I'll be good. I promise."

"Oh, I hope so," she purred in my ear.

That did it. I spurted. She didn't even try to catch it. She just directed my penis toward the floor and said she'd clean that up later.

Twenty minutes later Heather announced she was finished. Both of us adults were amazed at how good the image was. I stood there, naked, my cock hard as steel again, and felt Beth's hand brush my thigh.

"I'd better get going," I said weakly.

"Yes, that's a good idea," said Beth, staring at the painting.

I didn't see Heather for almost a week. I didn't know whether that was because her mother was keeping her away from me or not. There had been other weeks when she was busy doing teenager things, and she did have to spend a lot of time at night school. I saw Beth once, while I was carrying in groceries. She sang out a hello like nothing was wrong.

Then, Friday night, Heather showed up at my door again, walking in like she owned the place.

"How'd it go?" I asked.

"Oh, fine," she said. "I got in. They said I'm an excellent candidate."

"Great!" I said effusively.

"Actually, I wondered if you'd consent to model for me again."

"Not such a good idea, Pumpkin," I said with as much care and concern in my voice as I could put there.

"You're so silly," she giggled. "You think things might get carried away again, don't you." There was no question mark at the end of her comment. She was accusing me of being a dirty old man again.

"Well, the whole point to paying attention to history is so you don't make the same mistakes again," I said.

"Point taken," she said. "But I don't think you have that much to worry about. This time Mom will be there for the whole thing."

"Oh," I said. "Well I suppose that's different, then."

"You'll do it?" she asked excitedly.

"If your Mom is going to be there, then OK," I said. "When?"

"You doing anything tonight?"

I wasn't. I rarely was. I got invited to supper again.

The thing she didn't tell me was that this time it was going to be an oil painting ... of two people ... a man and a woman ... nude.

The reason Beth was going to be there the whole time was because she was the female model.

I was caught unaware. I mean, my guard was down, because I expected a chaperone. Instead, I got a partner in crime, so to speak.

And, by the time I got there, it was too late to object.

Beth didn't seem to be concerned in the slightest. She had on a robe and, when Heather told me what to do, Beth just dropped it and said "Hurry up Bob, it's kind of cold. I'm hoping that being up against you will keep me warm."

Of course, by the time I got naked, I was hard as stone. Neither woman seemed to notice.

The next thing I knew Beth's naked back was pressed against my naked front. She reached around like it was no big deal and moved my erection between her legs. Suddenly my prick was encased in warm thighs.

Then Heather was there, putting my right hand on Beth's big, soft right breast, and moving her mother's head back and up, with one hand behind my head, so that it looked like the woman was seeking a kiss from her lover. Then she pushed my head down until our lips were almost touching.

"Oh shit," I breathed.

"Language, Bob," whispered Beth.


"I understand," she said.

Heather went to work with her pencil, roughing in the image she would then cover with paint.

"Guys?" she said after a few minutes.

"What?" asked Beth without moving an inch.

"I don't know if it's better the way you are, or if your lips were actually touching. Kiss, please, so I can see."

I was still thinking about the ramifications when Beth's hand pulled my head and her lips pressed to mine.

"Hold it!" yelled Heather.

Her lips were soft and warm. There was nothing about them that said this was distasteful to her.

"Yeah, I think this is better," called out Heather. "Don't move!"

Easy for her to say.

You can't hold a pose like that, with lips pressed together, and it not become a real kiss. At least not if you actually feel anything for each other. It just can't be done. Beth didn't help any. The tip of her tongue slipped past her lips and the next thing I knew we were swapping spit to beat the band. Her breast was right there in my hand, and my fingers kind of drifted to her nipple and squeezed.

That got her hips moving, dry-fucking the hollow between her legs ... you know the one ... right below a woman's pussy? Yeah. Turns out that that hollow forces the top of the cock against her pussy lips. Her wet pussy lips. You know, those pussy lips that tell a man she's turned on, and likes what's happening?

I always have a hair trigger the first time I'm with a woman. It's just the way it is. Here she was, turned half way around in a position that just had to be uncomfortable, but she wasn't complaining. Rather, her butt was pushing back at my groin as I pulled back and shoved forward, mashing against her soft butt. A little moan escaped her mouth and went into mine and her mouth opened wider and I spurted.

Just like that, I made a mess between her thighs, right up against her pussy lips.

She pulled back from my lips.

"Heather, dear?" she called, staring into my eyes.


"We need a little break, darling."

"Oh, OK."

What Beth meant by that was made clear when she rolled until she faced me and put my hand between her legs. She didn't raise one straight up like her daughter had. She just bent her knee, giving me plenty of room. I wasn't stupid. I was shocked, but not stupid. As I slid a finger through my own spermy mess and into her pussy, she welded her lips to mine again.

I finger fucked her until she vibrated and squealed, and then went limp, just like her daughter had.

"Oh fuck I needed that," she gasped.

"Language," I said, stupidly.

My eyes flitted to Heather, who was standing, watching interestedly.

Obviously, things can't just go back to what they once were after something like that. Beth wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed by what had happened, despite the fact that her seventeen year old daughter had stood and watched. Like she said, the girl would learn it somewhere. Where better than safely at home?

Beth cleaned up between her legs and we posed again. When Heather said she was finished for the night Beth simply led me from the studio to her bedroom, and Heather found out what it looked like when a man and woman made love.

My bulk covered her mother, except for her widespread legs, which alternated between flopping wider and then closing over my back as she had orgasm after orgasm. I only have a short fuse the first time. The second time I can go for a while. Heather bent over and peered at things and, like it was some kind of school at home, even asked questions after she watched me ease my erection into Beth's hot pussy. I bottomed out and gave her a little rub, which got a whine out of her.

"What does that feel like, Mom?" she asked, leaning close to Beth's ear.

"Fabulous, darling," moaned her mother.

"Doesn't it hurt? He's so big!"

"Noooooo, baby, it doesn't hurt."

"Is he going to squirt in you?"

"I ... don't ... know!" gasped the woman, having an orgasm as I dug deep in her snug pussy.

"You could have a baby if he did, you know," pointed out her daughter.

"She could?" I gasped. I thought she must be on the pill. Why would she had pulled me in here otherwise.

"Eeeeeeeeee" squealed Beth.

"Yup," said Heather, breathing a little more deeply herself. Her hand was busy between her legs. "She's not on the pill."

"Oh fuck," I groaned. Suddenly I was ready to cum again. I went in deep again and gave her another clit massage, trying to hold off a little longer.

"Yes!" Screamed Beth. "Fuck me, Bob!" Her pussy quivered all around my prick, and I knew she was cumming.

"Oh Baby," I groaned, and pulled out, only to ram in again, already spurting. My balls had re-supplied, and I felt five or six strong streams of baby makers unleash into Beth's belly. I know I shouldn't have done it, but I just couldn't resist.

"Oh Bob!" squealed Beth, jerking her loins up to take every drop. "Oh baby!" she gasped as her legs whipped to hold me there.

"Yeah," sighed Heather. "Baby."

Heather got bored when Beth and I cuddled, catching our breath.

"I'm sorry," I panted. "I couldn't help it."

"I know," she panted back. "I couldn't help but want you to."


She just nodded. Then a while later she turned her head to me.

"I know I shouldn't have let you. It wasn't fair to you, but I had to feel it."

"Wasn't fair to me?"

"I know you," she said softly. "You're a good man. If I let you knock me up, you'll want to do the right thing."

"Well sure," I agreed. It didn't surprise me at all that I was so comfortable with the idea of abandoning my single lifestyle, such as that was.

"See?" She breathed more deeply. "It's not my intention to rope you into something like that. It's not fair."

"I've wanted to do this with you for years," I said.

"Yes, but we never talked about anything like this," she responded.

"I didn't want to intrude on your memory of Tom. I didn't think you were interested."

"I wasn't. Not until I realized you weren't gay. Tom loved you, and because of that I did too. When I lost him, I still loved you. I have all along. As soon as I knew you wanted me, I turned into a slut."

"I don't think so."

"You're sweet."

"No I'm not. I took advantage of you."

"Other way around, Bob."

So I showed her what I was talking about.

I fucked her again.

And I came in her again too.

She was so loud Heather came back in.

Two days later Heather waltzed into my house again. She started taking her clothes off.

"Whoa there, cupcake," I said.

"You're not going to fuck me," she said seriously. "Mom says you can't do that unless she's there too."

"You're shitting me."

"Language, Bob," she cautioned, smiling. "But I want you to make me feel like that again. I've been masturbating for years, but it never felt like that."

She got a lot more than that. I sucked on her precious teen titties until she screamed, and then I fingerfucked her to an orgasm. After that I went down on her and took her through two with my tongue, before fingerfucking her to a fourth one. She was as limp as a dishrag when I got done with her.

When she got her strength back, she wanted to jerk me off. This time, when I warned her I was about to blow, she leaned over and sealed her lips over the crown.

She swallowed every drop too.

The fact is, that when it became clear ... day after day ... that Beth wasn't going to do anything to stop my little swimmers from doing their job, I actually did propose to her. She accepted. It wasn't until the wedding that she actually told me she was already pregnant.

Heather went on the honeymoon with us.

In fact, she was my bride's wedding present to me.

She popped out orgasms just like her mother did, having five in a row as I gently prodded her virgin sheath.

Beth played dirty though.

I was getting close, and by now Beth knew what that sounded like. I felt her hand on my ass, pressing it toward her daughter. Then she put her lips right by my ear whispered.

"She's not on the pill either stud."

I think they might have heard my howl clear down at the reception desk.

The End

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