Lydia Gray

Mother-daughter models

CHAPTER ONE

Scott Nelson felt a tightening in his groin as he watched Brenda casually undress. When she pulled her sweater over her shoulders, her young tits bobbed freely on her chest. She'd been braless, and that in itself was exciting to the forty-eight-year-old man. Her tits were like ripe pears perched on her slender chest, firm and a luscious pink.

"Christ," Brenda sighed, "the way you're staring at me I feel like some damned strip queen! Pull those threads and let's fuck, Scotty."

Her remark brought an end to Scott's momentary paralysis and he began unbuttoning his shirt. He couldn't get over the way the younger generation accepted sex so matter-of-factly! And the language they employed! "Let's fuck," she'd said! And not over forty-five minutes ago they had been perfect strangers.

Scott had met Brenda in the laundromat located on the fringe of Highland Park near SMU in Dallas. Alone in the laundromat, they began chatting and soon left together to go to her place. A laundromat was the last place Scott Nelson had expected to pick up a piece of ass, but he'd been forced to give up hunting in the bars because he was down to his last few dollars.

This whole experience was exciting to him. He guessed that Brenda was twenty-one or twenty-two. She had a nice body and pretty hair, but her face wasn't going to win any awards. She was attractive enough, but by no means a beauty.

What excited Scott was the way they had casually fallen together. They'd been talking about modern psychology when Brenda invited him to her apartment. The discussion continued there with mild sexual overtones, and then Brenda had casually asked if he'd like to ball. Just like that! No big seduction scene, no vague but exciting promises, no ridiculous protestations of eternal love. "Let's ball," she'd said.

Scott's balls contracted when he saw the twenty-one-year-old girl pull her jeans down. She wasn't wearing panties and her bushy young cunt looked like a luxurious garden between her white thighs. Her pubic hair was jet black in contrast to the bleached blonde tresses on her head, but that didn't bother Scott. Brenda was the youngest piece of ass he'd had in some twenty years!

He had, in fact, been a little worried about his sex drive in the last seven months since his divorce from Joyce. Scott had been laying divorcees in their thirties and forties as he wandered around the country desperately trying to establish himself in his new career. The majority of them were tired losers and Scott had been experiencing a seriously declining interest.

"Hey, you haven't got a bad body for a guy your age," Brenda exclaimed, openly staring at his rigid cock when he pulled his shorts down. "I've never made it with a guy your age, but I've always said that age doesn't mean a damned thing. A cock is a cock, you know what I mean?"

"Sure," Scott said with a smile to hide the pain of her remark. Scott was very sensitive about his age, particularly around younger women. He worked out regularly to maintain a trim, muscular body. He dyed his hair and sideburns once a week to remove any trace of gray. He dressed young and took great pains to appear youthful in both body and mind.

The results were satisfactory from Scott's view. He knew that he did not look his forty-eight years. He could pass for his late thirties or very early forties. At the same time, he sure as hell could never pass for thirty again!

"Ummm! This cock looks good enough to eat!" Brenda remarked with an obscene lick of her lips as she walked over and took his rigid shaft in both hands.

Before he could think of a reply, Scott saw the young girl slowly drop to her knees in front of him. She held his aching prick in her hands and slowly brought her face to his crotch. Her tongue darted out and began licking the surging shaft she held in her hands.

"Wow! That's good!" Scott moaned as he saw the young girl's pink lips surround his throbbing meat.

For twenty-one-year-old Brenda White, this was a trip. She knew the man was old enough to be her father, but that didn't matter. Brenda truly believed that a cock was a cock. And she liked this guy. He had a nice body for his age, even better than some of the slobs she balled here in her apartment house. And he was pleasant and fun to be with.

Brenda had always wondered what it would be like to make it with an older man. She'd been approached several times by lusty old professors, but that wasn't what she wanted.

His cock was really throbbing in her mouth now. Brenda wrapped her tongue around it and began milking it in and out of her throat. The way it was expanding and contracting she knew that she could make him get off in a matter of minutes this way, but did she dare? At his age this one shot might be his only shot! And having his prick in her mouth was making her pussy ready to be stuffed! She could feel her own juices beginning to flow between the lips of her cunt.

"Ummm! You have a delicious cock, Scotty!" Brenda sighed as she let it slide out of her young mouth. "Come on, let's get on the bed."

"You're a mind reader!" Scott laughed, leaning down and pulling the luscious young girl to her feet.

"Got hot nuts?" Brenda laughed as they walked over to her bed.

"How'd you guess?" he laughed.

"When I had it in my mouth," she laughed, "it felt like it was ready to fuck."

"You can say that again!" Scott remarked. The sight of her swaying ass and her slender young legs made his balls churn with desire as he followed her to the bed.

"But you're going to get me turned on first, aren't you, Scotty?" she asked as she stretched out on the bed.

"Sure," Scott replied, stretching out beside her. "What do you like?"

"I'd like you to eat me, Scotty," Brenda purred seductively. "You like to lick cunt, don't you?"

"Sure," Scott replied readily.

Brenda spread her thighs and reached down with her graceful fingers to spread the lips of her pussy while the older man kneeled between her legs.

Scott had to hold his breath for a long moment to keep from coming when he stared down at the twenty-one-year-old girl's pretty pussy. She had a thick bush of black pubic hair, but when she spread the lips of her pussy he save the pink flower of her young meat bloom before his eyes.

Her language and attitude really turned him on! This younger generation certainly wasn't shy! "I'd like you to eat me," she'd said! And then she opened her pussy with her hands for him!

The odor of her cunt was strong and his nostrils flared wide when he leaned forward to bring his mouth to her flower. It was a reminder that she was no virgin, that her sex had seen plenty of action, but Scott even found that strangely exciting in its own way. He slid his tongue into her pink crack and began lapping her gently. When he flicked the tip against her already erect and quivering clitoris, she moaned.

"Oh! Ooohh!! You really know how to lick a cunt, Scotty!" she moaned.

The flavor of her cunt was as strong as the odor and had a distinct salty bite. Scott's nuts were straining and he licked her clitoris as firmly and rapidly as he could to get her on. When she began writhing beneath his mouth, Scott quickly pulled his tongue out of her slit and crawled forward with his aching prick in his hand.

"God, yes!" Brenda sighed excitedly. "Let's fuck! Shove that hard cock up me and make me feel it, Scotty!"

Scott needed no urging. He aimed his swollen cockhead at her hole and lodged the inflated tip inside her warm, young body. Then he jerked his hips and lunged his meat to the very depths of her womb.

"AAaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!! Like crazy! Ooooohh! I like that, Scotty! Make me feel that cock!"

Brenda threw her legs up and around his waist and locked her heels behind his pumping hips. She would have rather had him eat her off first and then fuck her, but she knew that the older man was too aroused for that. His prick felt good inside her! God, how she loved to fuck!

Scott's balls almost exploded on his first stroke inside the young girl's vagina and he had to grit his teeth and slow down in order to get control of himself. He hadn't been this hot in he couldn't remember when! Each stroke inside her tight little twat made his balls cry out for release!

While he fucked her slowly but finely, Scott saw her hand snake down to her pubic mound. Her fingers began massaging her clitoris as he fucked her. Scott had never experienced anything like this before!

She made no pretenses! She was so damned natural. She did whatever she felt like and she was going to give herself a good come in just the way she wanted it!

The whole thing was a mind-blowing experience for the forty-eight-year-old man! He stopped gritting his teeth and began fucking her for all he was worth. His balls slapped loudly against the cheeks of her young ass as he lunged in and out of her pussy.

"Yes, Scotty, yes! Fuck me!Oh, Dear God, fuck me!" Brenda began chanting. "I want to feel your come squirting inside me. Fill me with your come!"

Brenda began digging her heels into his plunging hips to urge him on.

"Now, Scotty! Now! I'm commmmmm-i-i-i-i-iinnnnnnnnngggggg!!"

Her scream rang in his ears until the explosion inside his balls roared through his entire body. She was expanding and contracting her vaginal muscles to milk his straining, spurting prick inside her and Scott's orgasm seemed to last forever. He kept driving his cock into her hot box even after his balls were milked completely dry!

"Ummm, Scotty, that was sooo gooooood!" Brenda purred as she lay trembling beneath his spent body. "We've got to do that again."

"Just give me a few minutes to regroup the troops," Scott laughed.

"Oh, Scotty, I didn't mean now!" Brenda smiled. "My roommate will be home in a few minutes and he's the type that might get all uptight about me fucking another guy. Maybe later this week."

"Name the day," Scott said quickly. He knew that he had to have more of this fantastic young girl.

"Oh, I hate structured dates," she sighed. "We'll just meet at the laundromat again and get it on, okay?"

"Okay," Scott replied with a smile to hide his disappointment. She was putting him off.

"But I guess I'll have to wash again on Friday afternoon," Brenda smiled, reading the older man's thoughts. "And I usually head for the machines at about two o'clock."

"I guess that's when I'll have to do my washing again," Scott smiled in return. "Brenda…"

"Hush now and get dressed. We don't want… Mickey to find you here," she said, placing her… finger over his lips to forestall what she knew was going to be some silly statement about loving her. She didn't want to hurt the older man.

"Okay, okay," Scott sighed.

CHAPTER TWO

Scott Nelson cursed as he made a second attempt to park his car with the U-Haul trailer hooked behind. You'd think that after four months of hauling this damned trailer around the country, he thought to himself, that I'd be able to park it better than this.

When he found that the U-Haul people had the police in three states looking for the trailer, Scott had painted it a dull gray and carefully disguised the license with a thick coat of grease and mud.

Scott had no intention of stealing the trailer. He would return it and pay what he owed on it just as soon as he got settled somewhere. Inside the trailer were the keys to Scott's new career as a commercial photographer.

Photography had once been his hobby and he had invested thousands of dollars in equipment. His pride and joy was the huge special tank for developing color film. Scott had paid almost thirty thousand for that one piece of equipment and had been shocked to learn that on the used market he would be lucky to get six thousand for it.

But Scott Nelson wasn't about to sell his equipment. He'd spent fifteen years working in an accounting office and saving every dime he could for his hobby. When he and Joyce broke up, Scott had resigned his accounting job to set out to pursue his life-long dream – to become a commercial photographer.

The first several months had been an adventure. He'd done some marvelously creative work in Omaha and Denver, but the financial rewards did not break him even. So he picked up odd jobs here and there while he sought an avenue to make photography pay off.

The past month had been a nightmare! He hadn't been able to find one assignment, and odd jobs had been almost impossible to find. As a result, he'd landed in Dallas with less than three hundred dollars to his name. For the last week he'd been sleeping in the car to save money. And for the first time Scott Nelson was considering selling his equipment and looking for work with an accounting firm.

***

"Scott! Scott Nelson!"

Scott turned as he climbed out of the car and found himself staring at one of his oldest friends, Harry Halliday.

"Harry!" Scott exclaimed, walking over and shaking his friend's hand earnestly. "My God, Harry, what are you doing in Dallas?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing!" Harry responded with a broad smile. "Hey, let's have lunch together."

Scott hesitated, thinking of his seriously depleted funds, then agreed. He hadn't seen Harry Halliday since Chicago! Harry had been a junior executive with a sporting goods manufacturing company and on his way up the corporate ladder. Harry was close to Scott's age, but looked much older now.

The two friends walked down to the Golden Pheasant restaurant and sat down to a dry martini and lunch. Harry explained that he was still with the same company, but that they had moved their offices to Dallas.

"Say," Harry remarked as the waiter removed their salad plates, "you may be the answer to my dreams, Scott. Do you still tinker with photography?"

"It's my business now, Harry," Scott replied with a smile. "I'm a free-lance commercial photographer now."

"Great!" Harry said. "I'm looking for a creative photographer who I can trust. We've got a new product, a super golf cart that's really revolutionary. It's about ready for the market and we need to create some classy brochures. Sound like something you might take on?"

"Well…" Scott hesitated momentarily. He'd take on anything, but he knew that he couldn't appear too anxious, even with his old friend.

"I'll level with you, Scott," Harry continued, misunderstanding Scott's hesitation. "When I said that this golf cart is revolutionary, I meant just that. Our competitors would love to get their hands on this, believe me! We know they'd love to rip us off, and they will just as soon as they can work out our new principle. So we're keeping it under tight wraps. The man we hire to do our photography has to be one hundred percent trustworthy. You can see why I have been hesitant to contract with anyone for the work."

"I understand, Harry," Scott laughed. "Unfortunately, some of the men in my new profession have been known to sell industrial secrets."

"Exactly! And with us that would be a disaster. Do you develop your own film?"

"Sure! I carry my lab with me," Scott said. "What did you think I had in that trailer… broads?"

"Both color and black and white?" Harry persisted, after a laugh.

"Right."

"Honestly, I think fate shoved us together this morning!" Harry said enthusiastically. "We're already months behind getting the material on this prepared. What brought you to Dallas, Scott, an assignment?"

"Well, as a matter of fact…"

"Look, Scott, I can understand you have to honor your assignment. What I'm wondering is if you can put it off for a while and take us on immediately?"

"Well…" Scott began slowly. "I'd have to return the advance they gave me," he said hesitantly, hoping Harry wouldn't see through this minor ploy.