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   WARNING: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
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   Wow Thanks (MFf, exhib, voy, inc, cons) by autoeroticrobot

   Chapter 4.  Mother/Daughter Togetherness.

   That Saturday, during the evening, I got a phone call from Denise, in
which she sounded, suddenly, less than excited about my upcoming visit.  I
would have described her as "distracted."

   If I had needed any confirmation that she didn't suspect who she and her
daughter were playing with, that was a good indication - the fact was, she
was probably suddenly realizing that having her brother around for 4 days
was going to put a crimp in her and Lissa's fun little game.  But, hearing
her reticence, and wanting to be absolutely certain I wasn't the one
"making this all happen" as I thought of it to my self, I volunteered to
cancel my plans.  And at that, she quickly backed off and said no, no,
please come, it'll be good to see you.

   So at that point, having just bought my tickets, I told her of my
arrival time at the airport on Wednesday night, and following departure
time that Sunday.  She mustered some enthusiasm and then begged off, saying
she and Lissa had some "things to do." I wonder what?

   Only an hour later I got a nice descriptive email, in which they
described going to a department store and Denise going into the dressing
room area, which was only curtains, not even little louvred doors.  With
only the thin cloth of the curtains separating her from her daughter
standing guard outside, and with the mirrors all around, she had felt very
exposed, and admitted that she had never done anything like it before.  But
the area was largely deserted, and so, with Lissa "keeping lookout," she
did her task.  At one point, Lissa poked her head in (unnecessarily, Denise
complained) to "see how things were going," but Denise protested it was
just to increase her embarrassment - which it did.

   "Good job, Lissa," I laughed in my response.  For Sunday, I gave Lissa a
task to take a long bath or shower in the morning, then spend at least 2
hours masturbating, total, but spread out over the day preferably, and with
no cumming allowed ("to get you ready for the week ahead").  And give me
good descriptions.  "You just want to get your rocks off" was Denise's
sardonic comment, to this last part of the request (for good descriptions).


   But later on Sunday, Lissa sent nearly a full page email in which she
described her day.  She took a long shower and used the "shower thingy" for
a good 30 minutes and, lacking self control, she came.  She asked her mom
what she should do, and they decided that the best approach would be to,
first of all, not count that time toward the two hours, and also,
obviously, to be more careful, moving forward.  But she wanted to know if I
had any other "punishment" for her.  My, she was playing along just fine
with this.

   She continued her account: she "took a break," then resumed in her
bedroom around lunchtime.  Her mother had popped her head in, and, she
writes, "what would have been totally embarrassing just a few weeks ago
seemed almost kinda natural instead." Nevertheless, she said, she had
screamed "mom!" A token protest, she admitted.

   But, having an inspiration, she had said to her mom, before she could
disappear, "as long as you're here, bring me that dildo of yours, I want to
try it." Once she had it, she shooed her mom out of the room, waving it at
her like a club and laughing, then she proceeded to try inserting it.  "I
never imagined such a large thing going into me," she wrote.  "Mom's old
dildo - the one I barrowed - is like half the size." It only went in about
half way before she felt "totally filled up," but she "had fun with it."
She had to go very slowly, she explained, to keep control and not cum
again. She also mentioned at this point, that, as far as she could tell,
she must not have a hymen or it "broke or something when I was little,
cause I've never run into anything putting stuff in there."

   After dinner she put in another hour at it, this time just "teasing my
clit" - as she'd only recently figured out how to do, from reading her
mom's emails to me.  "I sat with my legs spread in front of my mirror, and
watched myself and imagine some guy watching and got so turned on I had to
stop and just sit there and breathe very shallow for like 10 minutes to
keep from cumming.

   I wrote back and thanked her for the wonderful descriptions.  The dare
for the next day was for Denise to go to a video store and to rent or buy a
porno - and she was to pick something she would be "embarrassed to admit
she liked." Then she was to bring it home and watch it with Lissa.  I
admitted that this was a bit like a task for both of them, but hoped they
wouldn't mind.

   The next evening, fairly late, I got the response.  The movie Denise had
picked actually shocked me a little.  The title was inane but the plot was:
daddy catches daughter masturbating, and "teaches her thing or two." It was
contrived and had a lousy plot (standard porno fare), they both complained,
but it had attractive actors.

   Lissa had never actually really seen a porno video before, though she'd
seen pictures in some magazines and she'd surfed online, with friends.  She
said she thought the men's cocks were "totally awesome" and she especially
liked the "money shots" as her mom told her they were called.  She said she
felt incredibly horny but "behaved" and didn't masturbate afterward. 
Denise said that her favorite scene was of the girl actually getting spyed
on by her alleged father at the beginning.

   Lissa's task for the next day was to spend the day braless and let at
least one guy see her hard nipples through her shirt - so no sweatshirt,
this time, at least not for the whole day.  Then, when she got home, she
was to get naked and watch the porno again before her mom got home, and
describe the point where she "loses control." So, yes, she was allowed to
cum.

   The tone in the email I got that evening was breathless.  "I can't
believe I'm doing these things," Lissa wrote.  She had worn a thin but dark
colored blouse with a jacket (as I'd given her permission to do) that she
was allowed to deploy strategically to prevent excess viewing - basically
she was allowed to choose her "targets." She'd been very excited but also
embarrassed by the prospect, and had been very horny all day but had
procrastinated on actually letting someone see how hard her nipples were
(almost the whole day, she said).

   Finally, "last period, I realized I didn't have much time left and I
suddenly convinced myself that it would be somehow safer to flash the
teacher rather than one of the obnoxious guys in my English class.  So I
kind of leaned back and faced the windows (I sit on one side of the class)
and let my little jacket stay open so my nipple really showed, but in a
position where basically only the teacher would see."

   She definitely knew her teacher saw her - she caught his gaze and she
saw that he was perhaps embarrassed and looked away rather quickly.

   In a brief, separate note sent the same evening, Denise asked me to send
her an IM "as soon as possible." She didn't elaborate.  I wasn't sure what
to make of that.  But I immediately checked my IM "buddy list" and saw that
she was online.

   "What's up?" I sent in IM.  Denise replied immediately, "We might have
to take a break for a few days next week." She explained that she was going
to "have company" over Thanksgiving.  Knowing who that company would be, I
felt it prudent to let her set the tone completely.  I told her "no
problem" and added that I would be travelling over the holiday as well, and
therefore might not have much time to access emails or IM, anyway.  Then,
unable to resist, I added, "who's visiting?" Even at this point, I
sometimes felt compelled to probe for confirmations of her identity.

   "My brother," she replied, curtly.  There was a long pause.  "When does
he get there?" I finally asked.

   "Wednesday night," she replied.  "So we can do things up through
Wednesday." I again reassured her I had no problem taking a break.  Then,
out of the blue, she said, "you're probably wondering if I would ever do
something with my brother." I pretended to be clueless.  "Come on," she
shot back, "I know how your mind works, Finn.  I read that story you wrote,
remember?"

   We chatted around the topic for a few more minutes, without actually
hitting on it.  Innuendo, joking accusations, that sort of thing.  Finally,
I couldn't hold back anymore.  "Are you saying you want me to give you a
task for while your brother is visiting?" I asked.  Long pause.

   "OK," was the eerily impersonal response.  My heart was thudding in my
chest.  "I'll think about it and let you know at the appropriate time," I
teased back.  I asked her if she wanted Lissa to be included.  "Of course"
she sent, with a smiley.  I felt totally overwhelmed with excitement and
anticipation.  This was going to really happen, I thought.

   Meanwhile, she asked if I had a task for her for tomorrow, since it was
Saturday.  She also suggested that, for the weekends, maybe I could give
both her and Lissa tasks, for both days.  "Remind me, when was the last
time I let each of you cum?" I asked.  It had been a while, I knew.  I told
her I'd send her an email shortly with a task for tomorrow, and I signed
off the yahoo messenger.  I was too cranked up to keep chatting, and wanted
to make sure I didn't overstep the boundaries I'd set myself for this
situation.

   I confess I fantasized many possible scenarios for Thanksgiving as I
masturbated that evening.  Once I'd relaxed a little bit, I wrote up a
Saturday task for both of them, and sent it to Denise.  She and Lissa were
to go to a mall or shopping somewhere, together.  Both were to be without
panties or bras, with reasonably short skirts and "easy to show" nipples
through blouses.  They were to each flash at least two strangers - once
their hard nipples through their thin blouses, and once up their skirts -
but to try to make as casual and accidental as possible.  The other was to
observe and note the reactions of the person being flashed...  so they
should maybe operate separately.  Then they could write up what they did
and saw for me.

   I had two emails waiting for me when I logged on Saturday night - both
from Denise's address, but clearly one was from her and one from Lissa.  I
read Denise's first, and I found they'd each decided to write what the
other did.  It was very fun and clever the way they did it, actually.

   Denise described Lissa in some detail, what she wore and then talked
about what she did.  Very quickly, shortly after arriving at the mall, they
went into a store where she pretended to be trying on jackets, and thus
took off the one she was wearing.  There was a male clerk that thus got to
see her "rigid little nipples" through the thin cotton of her t-shirt quite
a bit.  Lissa was much more hesitant about the upskirt flash - this was to
be her first time, and pantiless, at that!  Finally, at the food court,
after they'd eaten something, Denise went off to go to the restroom and
left Lissa on her own at the table for a while.  The plan was that after
Lissa saw that Denise was watching, but from a distance, she'd do her
flash.

   The "target" Lissa selected was a guy "in his 20's" sitting a few tables
away, reading something (a book or magazine).  Denise hovered at a little
display just behind the guy, so as to get a "good confirmation" (i.e.  a
view from his perspective) that Lissa did her task.  Once Lissa saw her mom
in position, she slouched a little in her seat and held the magazine she
was pretending to read up in front of her face so as to "prevent
embarrassing eye contact" as Denise quoted her daughter.  Then she
carefully and gradually allowed her legs to spread, hoping to make it seem
as accidental as possible.  The plan was that Lissa was to remain on
display until Denise confirmed the guy actually saw, then Denise would
quickly walk over and thus "interrupt" Lissa at which point she would know
she could stop flashing.

   The thing was, the guy was engrossed in what he was reading, and so at
least several minutes passed, Lissa slouched and spread and pretending to
read, and the guy not looking.  They'd carefully arranged it so that no one
else was in the line of sight.  Then, unexpectedly, an elderly couple came
and sat down one table over from the young man, who still wasn't looking.
Denise nearly cancelled it right then, noting how her daughter nervously
looked up from the magazine she was pretending to be engrossed in, and
fluttered her legs closed, as the couple passed by.

   But when Denise saw that they sat in such a way that the old man was the
one "with the view," and that Lissa was bravely remaining "in position,"
she decided to see what would happen.  Within seconds it was obvious the
man had caught sight of the young woman two tables over.  Denise moved a
few yards over so she could see things from exactly his perspective, and
found he had a "spectacular view" as she put it.  "He kind of sat up and
stared, quite unabashedly, confident that the young woman wouldn't notice
him with her nose buried in her magazine.  Because of the lighting and the
angle, Lissa's pussy lips were indeed quite visible, along with the lovely
tuft of downy black hair right above them."

   After the old man had stared for about 30 seconds, Denise decided he'd
gotten enough, and quickly moved in a circle and came up behind her
daughter, calling her name as she did so.  Lissa sat up and closed her
legs, and carefully avoided looking in the direction of her impromptu
observer.  The two of them pretended it was time to go and quickly departed
the area, and once walking away from the food court Denise told her
daughter exactly what had happened.  Worried that her daughter would be
embarrassed or upset that it hadn't been the intended target but a much
older man, instead Denise found Lissa seemed quite turned on by the
prospect.  "Do you think he got excited?" she asked.  "I'm sure he did,"
reassured her mom.

   Lissa's letter, while more casual and less detailed, also gave an
excellent summary of what Denise did.  She elected to do both flashes in a
shoe store.  Lissa pretended to be inspecting shoes in another part of the
store, but with a good view of the goings on.  First she flashed another
customer by letting her coat hang open on her clearly visible nipples and
areolae under her thin silk blouse.  Then she got really into trying on
shoes, and once she had a shoe-store clerk "in position" she let her legs
fall open strategically.  Lissa said it was really funny to see the
expression on the young man's face as he gaped at her mom's "neatly trimmed
pussy and smooth lips only a few feet away, as he tried to get the boot on
her foot." They left the store without making a purchase.

   So that was it.  I sent back an email praising their detailed
descriptions and bravery, and gave the following task for Sunday.  They
were, first of all, to spend the morning getting "good and ready," as I put
it.  They each had to spend an hour masturbating in the privacy of their
rooms, very careful not to cum - so they could spread the time out if they
needed to.  Then, their main task was quite simple.  They were each allowed
one orgasm.  But with the following restrictions: it had to be somewhere
outside of the house, and it had to be "with the other of you, and one
stranger, in the same room or within 10 yards or so." I added, "use your
ingenuity - the stranger doesn't have to know you're cumming, but make sure
the other of you knows it so she can describe it for me."

   When I checked my email on Sunday morning, I saw a reply, and wondered
if maybe they'd chickened out and wanted to negotiate.  I always reminded
myself that I granted them that option, and in some ways I expected that
eventually I'd push things too far.  But it was only a short note, from
Lissa, where she said, "Wow, this is going to be wild - mom's got a plan,
we'll tell you about it when we get home."

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