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GIZMO – Three Way
By Dee Dawning
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2009 Dee Dawning
Refresher (The end of book one)
Suddenly, Wanda went berserk, convulsing in every direction at once, gnashing her hot pussy into Bud’s and my mouth and nose so hard we couldn’t breath. Pain seared my temple as hair came out one side and sharp fingernails dug in the other. The hand with the clump of Bud’s hair beat against the headboard. She was screaming, crying and then Wanda yelled MOMMEEEEEE!
That was it. After a couple dozen quivers Wanda rolled off sated and said, “That was fucking fantastic. Now, I’m ready for some cock.” Wanda grasped our cock and began stroking it—the same cock that had just reamed her pussy and mouth—and said “I’ve never had a cock this big.”
At my direction, Bud’s hand shot out and pushed the transference button on four wrist controls…Zaaam, Zaaam, Zaaam, Zaaam.
GIZMO – Book Two – A Threeway
Part One
The four of us were sitting on my bed. Naked.
I scrambled out of bed as did Junior and Sara. My fat, balding, totally-unattractive ex-husband had the nerve to say, “Looks like you boobs are sagging.”
I could have screamed. I was about to say ‘not as bad as yours’ when my son, bless his heart, responded for me, “I think she looks great, Dad. You better get you eyesight checked.” Then he stared at Sara, his gaze appraised her head to toe. “And Sara looks awesome.”
Sara turned as red as a cherry popsicle. “Mo-m-m.” As she crossed her breast with one hand and groped for something, anything with her other to restore her modesty, I threw my ex and Junior each a shirt from the foot of the bed, where everyone had thrown their clothes. “All right you men, outta here. Sara and I need to talk.”
Grumbling while shrugging into their shirts, and then grabbing the rest of their clothes, they left Sara and I alone. I followed them to the door, locked it, turned and locked eyes with my daughter—my eighteen year old spitting image—we were alone. “What did you mean when you said you’ve never had a cock that big?”
A warm tint pervaded her light brown nakedness, but she was defiant. “Mother, I’ve been screwing since I was fifteen, and I haven’t. The biggest I’ve had was six inches.”
I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t think. I needed to respond. “Fif…fif…teen? How could you? How many boys have you fucked?”
“I don’t know.” Sara looked upward. “Seven. I have a steady right now. I don’t love him, but he makes me feel good. What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, I suppose, but you were so-o young. You are so young.”
“Okay mother. How old were you when you first had sex?”
Oh shit. Fourteen, “That’s beside the point. And six inches is plenty big for a young girl like you.”
“It wasn’t beside the point to Grandma. You broke her heart.”
“She told you?”
She nodded. “And you had an abortion. Else, I would have had a thirty-year-old sister. Don’t you see? This machine could prevent something like that from happening for both Junior and me? Diseases too.”
“But I can’t let Bud stick his arm sized dick in you.”
“His name is Bud? That’s awesome. You know, he reminds me of Brent Pittman. Besides, I wouldn’t be the recipient of his whopper. It would be that poor woman. I would be the beneficiary with none of the risks.”
“Wanda, her name is Wanda and she’s not a poor woman. She likes sex.”
“Okay, Wanda. I like sex too. And Bud would be sticking his big dick in Wanda’s pussy not mine, but I would get the pleasure. Please, Mother let Bud fuck me?”
Sara was already having sex and this was certainly safer than the sex she already had with the seven sex partners. I really didn’t have an argument, but somehow it felt wrong.
Sara seemed impatient. She threw the pillow aside and stood straight, legs parted. “Look at me Mom. I’m a grown woman and I need sex. I can get it here under your supervision or on the streets like I have been.”
Sara made a strong point. It was actually safer (and probably more satisfying) to get fucked by a hot image on the screen than a real live person. No AIDS, no gonorrhea, no amateur technique, no babies and no more stinking condoms. “I’ll think about it.”
Smiling as if I’d said yes, Sara strode over and pressed her naked flesh against mine in an embrace. I felt funny holding my fully grown, naked daughter against my nudity. No, a better description would be turned on. Shocked, I pulled away. “I didn’t say yes.”
“I know, but you will. You’re a practical woman and this,” she pointed at the muted screen where Bud was shagging Wanda doggie style. “is more practical than the real thing with all its attendant worries.”
“Maybe, but if I let you, there’ll be rules. I want you to know that.”
Tight lipped she nodded. “You know Junior’s gonna want to fuck Wanda and the same thing applies to him.”
I took a deep breath and sighed. “I suppose if I let you, I’ll have to let him also.”
She giggled. “He would be Bud and I would be Wanda.”
Illogically, that thought horrified me. “Absolutely not! It would be like your own brother was fucking you.”
“No, it wouldn’t. Bud would be fucking Wanda and I would be feeling what Wanda felt. The only connection is Junior would be feeling what Bud feels. I’ll admit I get a naughty tingle thinking about the idea that we’re both enjoying the same thing, but none of it, in any way is incestuous.”
I told Sara I would think about it, made sure she gave the wrist band back to me and after she was dressed, I shooed her out. It was six o’clock so I switched off the DVD player and sat back on the bed to watch the news. Recalling the conversation I’d just had with Sara. I also thought about all the times I’d become Bud’s bitch, not to mention Wanda’s stud. I told myself I was experimenting with the gizmo, see what I could do with it, but in the back of my head a little voice warned, “This could be more addicting than the video games that Junior is always playing.”