I put on my nightgown and opened the door. As I stepped into the hall, I noticed something wet on my foot. I reached down with my hand and touched it then sniffed my fingers. I looked back at Jack and whispered to him.

"I think she was standing there awhile. She was gushing. I think we made her cum!"

Jack's cock started to rise again at the mental image and he grabbed the head in a vain attempt to hide his excitement. I giggled and headed to Riley's room, tip toeing as not to make a lot of noise. I peaked around the doorway to her room. She was standing there with both legs spread wide, one of her shirts between her legs. She was trying to wipe herself dry and get rid of any evidence. She didn't realize she had been seen.

"Riley?" I startled her. She clamped her legs closed and covered herself with her hands. "Mom!! Oh!!" She was otherwise speechless.

"It's okay Riley. I know you saw some things you weren't meant to see. It's okay. Why don't you tell me what you heard?"

"I...thought I heard my name so I came to sort of snoop in on the conversation. I knew it was something about me. I got to the doorway just as Jack was talking about when he saw me at the beach. I heard what he said about my tits and I saw you with his cock in your hands. He's got a big nice cock, Mom."

"Yes he does. Go on."

"Well. I saw how excited he was talking about my body and my tits and then I saw he was about to cum and you were making him tell you about my butt about how he wanted to put his hands on it and shove his cock into me and fill me up with his sperm."

Riley was breathing hard as she spoke and subconsciously moving her hand, grinding her shirt into her pussy. I could see the dampness beginning to come through.

"Why don't you let me take that shirt and put it in the wash for you?"

"Okay Mom." She handed me the shirt, leaving her legs open. Her tight little tanned pussy was completely bald. It was wet and glistening from her orgasm. She must have had hair growth since she'd started puberty so young.

"Wow...it's so wet and smooth," I told her.

"I use hair remover on it, Mom. Some of my friend said guys like a smooth pussy and I tried it and I like it too."

"How do you 'like' it?" I asked her.

"Mom please....don't be mad at me. I would never do anything to hurt you. Jack's your man and I wouldn't do anything to come between you. It's just... When I heard him talking about wanting to slide his big beautiful cock inside my pussy, I couldn't control myself. I had my fingers in me and I was rubbing my clit and when he shot off inside your mouth, I came hard too, Mom. I came hard, thinking about him cumming in me. Thinking about his cock jerking and thrusting inside me, shooting his creamy load deep inside me."

She talked as if I wasn't even there, imagining the fantasy playing out in her head. I saw her tight little cunt start to twitch. She gasped as she began convulsing in another orgasm without even touching herself. Her pussy started gushing out her clear feminine juices. She looked up at me in shock as though she just came to and realized I was still watching her. She tried to close her legs which made her twitching cunt squirt between her creamy dark thighs and up into the air and on the floor. I don't think I could have even peed that far if I tried. Here was my little thirteen year old daughter able to squirt her cum damn near across the room. I covered her creaming pussy with her shirt and wiped her as best I could.

"Oh God...I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry."

"Riley. You're a sexy young teenager. You're going to have to accept that older men are going to have fantasies about you. Guys are always thinking about sex. Especially sex with girls that look like you. And Jack. Well. He's not your real father, you know. He's a handsome guy. Barely ten years older than you and he's got a magnificent cock. You have nothing to be ashamed of having fantasies about him. Nothing at all."

"Don't you think it's kinda weird though, Mom?"

"Do I think it's weird for a sexually mature young girl who can cum like you just did to get hot and bothered about an older man shoving his hard, throbbing cock inside her and decorating her insides with hot sticky ropes of hot man cream?." I rubbed my clit a little at the thought. "No. I don't. There's nothing wrong with fantasy. It's how far beyond fantasy that matters."

"Mom I would never do-" she started.

"Never?" I interrupted. "Let's say I wasn't here. Let's say you were sitting in your room thinking about his dick. Let's say you heard him making some noise in the bedroom. You put your ear next to the door and you hear him saying things like 'Yeah Riley...take that cock in your tight little cunt. I'm gonna fill you to overflowing with my hot steamy jizz' or 'I wanna fuck Riley's perfect big tits and cover her pretty little face with cum'. Then you open the door slowly, without him noticing and he's there stroking his big juicy cock, wet with lube, sliding his hand up and down, precum pouring out of the tip, ready to explode. You wouldn't climb on top of him and lower your hot, juicing pussy onto his cock and fuck his brains out until he blows his sperm deep in your guts?"

Riley didn't care who was watching. She began furiously rubbing her clit with one hand while fingering herself with the other.

"Oh fuck, Mom!! You're making me cum again!! AHHHHH SHIT!!!" she creamed herself. I stood and watched, making no attempt to help cover her or wipe it up. I reached down and wiped my finger across her trembling clit. She shuttered. Her creaming girlcum oozed over my fingers.

"That's what I thought," I smiled. "By the way, that's quite a dirty mouth you've got there. And you know what? I bet he'd like to make it even dirtier. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me. Neither of you would. But what if I wasn't around? I'm just sayin'."