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Cock Teased by Mom and Daughter


It was late lunch in a nice cafe on Main Street. Boston ferns,

ceiling fans and waitresses in hunter green. I hardly noticed. And I was

utterly, undeniably, achingly going to come. There was nothing I could

do about it. Marie's perfectly sculpted feet had been playful at first,

insinuating themselves up my calves, tickling past my knees, and

purposefully between my thighs. Her perfect, stocking toes had found a

playground under my zipper. But now that she had me at the crumbling

brink of an orgasm, she was steadily pushing me over the edge with those

delightfully well shaped soles.



     I risked a look at the knowing smile on her full, sensuous lips.

Not just generous lips, but huge, thick, pouting, erotic, to-die-for

lips; all shell pink and primrose. Luscious, made to suck-a-man-to-death

with lips. A darting tongue slithered wetly across her rosy pink bottom

lip, and she pressed her dainty, large toe into my shaft to emphasize

the point that she knew the how badly I'd like to feel her suctioning

around my knob right with that glorious mouth right then.

     She leaned confidentially toward her mother, still watching me

with those Nordic blue, devil eyes. Their mischief seemed almost

demonic, nearly hidden behind the narrow fold of her sharply slanted

Asian lids. Above the table she was oh, so, very proper as if nothing

untoward was happening in my lap.

     "Eric's going to come Mommy," she said, in the same tone she'd

use to comment on the pattern of my conservative tie. "You don't care if

I make him squirt, do you?" Sleek ebony hair of deepest black, with just

the slightest wave, fell across her prominent cheekbones, highlighting

her ginger root complexion, hiding a spray of freckles.

     Her mother, my steady girlfriend, former secretary, and

confidante, moved the tablecloth aside with a graceful gesture. Shadowed

lids and longest lashes flicked over clear, arctic blue eyes with the

same far-east accent as her daughter's. She glanced down into my lap as

if noticing bread crumbs on my trousers. Marie had made quite a tent

over my pride and joy.

     "Yes, I suppose he is about to come. There aren't many men who

can last too long under your toes, are there, Dear? But, he'll stain his

suit if he does shoot, and you know he has to go back to work."



     Constance was right. Every Friday meant working longer and

later, as if Monday couldn't wait. I needed to be in the office several

more hours, and I certainly didn't want to be seen with a big dark

circle of come drying inside my pants. But Marie's toes were warm and

insistent, slithering gently up and down my length. Pressing and

kneading me between soft, relentless soles.

     I trusted myself to take one quick look downward, to watch

Marie's golden toes with their sharp pink nails raking my aching shaft

through my worsted wool trousers. The shade of her nails complimented

the deep red of her mother's classic manicure, as she held the

tablecloth aside. Pink toes and scarlet fingernails, hovering about my

penis, a millimeter of thin cloth from the real me. The sight of their

fingers and toes so near my cock caused me to feel suddenly warm in the

air conditioned room.

     Constance squeezed the tent of my pants between a refined

forefinger and thumb, testing the proportions of my knob. It was all I

could do to maintain my composure, feeling little shocks of electricity

shoot through my shaft where she squeezed and rotated me next to Marie's

tormenting pink toes.

     My steady girlfriend smiled at me, the corners of her mouth

curving up mysteriously, knowingly. There was no doubt where Marie had

inherited her big lips, those perfectly exquisite copies of her

mother's. Except that Constance's lips were even fuller, and impossibly

more copious. And scarlet. Not red, but wine-red. Rose petal scarlet.

More crimson than sinful blood. Huge, and big and soft, painted and

luscious with lipstick that made her generous mouth a deliciously unholy

place to lose your soul.

     "Perhaps he doesn't want to come and ruin his suit during

lunch," her mother said. I watched her lips. She was rubbing her finger

about to emphasize her point, "He does have to go back to work."

     "That's OK, he needs to come really bad. Feel how hot he is?

I've been teasing him with my feet all during lunch. And just look at

his face, he's dying to mess up his pants." She smiled so innocently,

wiping her lips neatly and taking a sip from a water glass.

I could

almost imagine those full lips between my legs. "Please Mommy. Can't I

just make him come on his suit just this once?."

     "Well, have you asked him?" Constance said, perhaps in my

defense, or perhaps not. The fingers and toes in slow motion between my

legs were making the room seem slightly out of focus.

     "Sure, I'll ask him, but I know he want's to squirt. He wants to

come, don't you Eric. You'd like me to keep petting your cock with my

toes, rubbing you up and down, and tickling your hard knob with my

little piggies until you make it all wet and slippery inside your

pants." She gave a little demonstration, wriggling her toes, tickling me

all around the sides of my captive cock. She was teasing me. Tormenting

me with my needs.


     The truth was I didn't know if I wanted to come or not. I was

already embarrassed that Constance had found her daughter's foot in my

lap, and didn't want the additional humiliation of returning to work

having a huge wet spot on my trousers.

     "Come on, Eric," Marie teased, "Come on and shoot under my feet.

Don't you like my soft feet rubbing up and down your hard cock. Isn't it

warm? Come on my toes. Do it. Oh, please do it now!" Her words were

hypnotic and as insistent as her toes were arousing. I could almost

imagine people turning their heads my way, seeing me grip the table


     "Don't let me influence you Eric, Dear," Constance said. "Here,

I'll open your zipper. And then you can come in my napkin if you want

to." She opened my pants and swung my shaft out under the tablecloth.

Constance's strong elegant fingers circled the base of my shaft tightly,

and held it out for Marie's probing toes to touch. Marie quickly

engulfed my full length into the soft nyloned womb between her soles. It

was like heaven, feeling the sheer nylon rasping my bare cock for the

first time.

     "But, Eric, do you know what I'd really like to do?" She leaned

toward me and put her elbows on the table as if letting me in on the

most juicy gossip. Her voice was low and throaty for a twenty-two year

old. "I'd like to be mean to you. I'd like to get you all hot and

bothered, and just not do anything about it. Wouldn't you think that was

fun? If I kept teaseing you just like this and then left you horny all


     "How about if I made you come to our house tonight and I tied

your hands behind your back and made you suck my toes. Maybe you could

even get down on your hands and knees like a doggy and lick my feet, and

lick Mommy's feet, too."


My cock was squirming under her feet, I was

going to erupt right there in the restaurant. Then suddenly, without

warning, the foot was gone.

     "See? I can do anything to you I want to, and I won't make you

shoot on your pants after all. You don't get to come until tonight

unless Mommy beats you off right here in the restaurant." She wore a

devilish little cock-teaser kind of smile on her heavenly, pink lips. It

was more of a teasing bitch smirk.

     "I'm sorry, Eric. I can't do that in a restaurant," Constance

said. "And I think Marie has had a delightful idea, Eric, you really

could stand to wait until tonight. Or do you absolutely have to come

right away?" The shocking contrast of far-eastern slant and Scandinavian

blue in her eyes made the subtle smile on those perfect lips hotter than

hell. I glanced at her devilish eyes, then the tormenting hands and feet

which were rubbing my shaft and tickling my excited knob. It was all I

could do to keep from exploding under their touch.

     Marie stifled a little giggle, and leaned toward me, folding her

slender fingers together on the table. The lapels of her jacket fell

open, revealing she needed no support for her magnificent breasts. I was

treated me to a tantalizing view of a cavernous cleavage between breasts

as large, and firm and erect as her mother's.




     "Mommy, Eric is looking at my breasts, and I think he likes

them. You do like my breasts don't you, Eric?"    Constance squeezed the

base of my shaft sharply, sending a lightning flash of lust through my

body. She began to pump me with short, quick jerky movements. Each quick

stroke was an electric shock, made even more tantalizing by Marie's

gentle rubbing soles.


     "Yes, I see he does like your breasts.  That's very naughty you

know, Eric. I'll have to think of some way to punishment you tonight.

You're obviously staring right at Marie's breasts, and you're probably

wishing you could touch them, too, aren't you?" Marie moved slightly,

and one plump nipple appeared momentarily.

     "Have one," she taunted, arching one hard nipple straight toward

my lips. My eyes followed the sway of her heavy breasts inside her

jacket. Not pendulous or sagging breasts, but erotically full and

rounded with plump, ripe nipples. That generous type of breast that was

considered extra large before silicon, with plump, chubby aureoles

capping their ginger root hued expanse. Her nipples jutted upward so

sharply that I began to doubt the laws of nature and gravity.

     "I think he's getting even harder looking at my breasts, too,

Mommy," Marie said in a stage whisper. "And I'll bet he thinks he'll get

to come tonight after we make him get naked, too."

     "Eric, if you're man enough to keep from coming right now," she

said, "I'll let you suck my nipples tonight. Wouldn't that be nice? Just

think of it, We'll make you so much harder and hornier than you are now.

We'll tie your hands behind your back, and then we'll really, really

tease you and do terribly mean things to you. You'll be sucking my hard

nipples, but you can't touch them with your hands. I'll smother you

between my big breasts while Mommy teases your big stiff penis with her

feathers, but she won't make you shoot, and you won't be able to do

anything about it." She smiled sweetly and straightened, ending the


     The red nails and pink toes tormenting my cock were irresistibly

bringing me over the edge. I couldn't hold back any longer. Constance

whispered something to Marie, and suddenly I was bobbing untouched under

the table cloth. They watched me as if I were a zoo animal until my

orgasm subsided. I was so tense, I couldn't speak.

     "Oh wow, Mommy! Lets do that again. He was almost going to

shoot, wasn't he? I'll bet he would have hit the ceiling." She planted

one stocking foot firmly on my cock and began pressing and kneading

earnestly. In seconds I was on the verge again.

     "You'd better stop now." Constance whispered. Marie quickly

removed her foot until the pressure subsided somewhat. Then her Mommy

gave her permission to try it again. And again. And again. By the time

they were through, I was so dizzy, the room seemed to be spinning



     "Very good, Eric," said Constance. "You do have some self

control after all. Now I need to make sure you don't come until tonight.

I watched entranced as she twisted a red finger of lipstick from a

golden tube and applied another layer of scarlet to her luscious mouth.

When it was perfect, she bent elegantly toward me, as if retrieving her

napkin from the floor, and circled her lips around my shaft.

     Slowly, deliberately, patiently, she sank to the base of my cock

and delivered the single most heavenly kiss I have ever had. It became

instantly obvious what huge, thick lips could do to a man, sucking and

twining her tongue about my shaft as she slowly sunk down, squeezing the

knob in the back of her throat. Her perfect lips were as tight as

surgical rubber around the base, strangling my cock so firmly, she held

back even the smallest droplet of my juices.




     Marie winked one icy blue oriental eye, and blew me a kiss from

her pink, moist lips, reminding me she could do the same with her own

soft, magnificent mouth. "Just imagine what's going to happen tonight if

you decide not to come now--if you can help it. Think of all the things

we can do to you, being tease-tortured by Mommy and I, all tied up and

naked and helpless.

     "I'll make you beg me to make you come, but I won't let you.

I'll even open my pussy right around the tip of your penis and hold it

there, but I won't let you go inside."


My loins clenched and my cock

spasmed in her Mommy's hot sucking mouth, but I couldn't shoot my come

past the constricting circle of her lips.   

     Then, just as deliberately and slowly as she had begun,

Constance circled my base with her finger and thumb and suctioned her

mouth from off my shaft. As she pulled back, her lips were so tight I

felt as if a steel ring was being painfully dragged from my erection.

Then only the cool air was left to dry my aching, wet erection.




     "Well now, that's enough." She patted her lips daintily with her

napkin, getting little prints of red on the white linen. "My god, I

really do love teasing you," her mother said, "I think Marie was right

after all, you are really going to suffer badly before we let you shoot

tonight--if we let you at all.

     "And I just thought of a wonderful punishment for letting Marie

play footsie with you today. After you're perfectly naked and ready to

shoot, you'll have to stand perfectly still while we feather you. If you

move or come, you'll have to leave."

     "I have several particularly sharp quill feathers, nearly a foot

long. I think I'll just tickle them up and down your cock while Marie

uses my ostrich plumes all over your nipples and around your body. It'll

be so delicious making you stand there without moving as a mother and

daughter tag-team tease-torture your penis and balls. The feathers will

irritate and arouse, but never give quite enough pressure to bring you

over the edge."

     "Wow, that makes me horny, Mommy," Marie said, "I'm going to

drill the tip of my feather into the little slit at the tip of his


     "Fine, now here are your instructions," Constance continued. She

was getting herself ready to depart. "If you masturbate yourself, or

make yourself come before you get to our house tonight, I'll know." I

looked down at myself and saw the full length of my cock was coated in

scarlet lipstick. She had literally signed her name on me.

      "And you really do deserve to be teased, you know. After all,

you were a very naughty boy to sit there and let her put her feet in

your lap. Just be at our house at seven thirty tonight and we'll see how

your lips and tongue perform on her feet. If you're really good, I'll

let you suck my toes.


And if you're really, really good, I'll have Marie

masturbate you before we send you home." Constance removed her hand and

wiped it delicately on her cloth napkin. "Now put your thing away before

someone sees." I was mortified, but there was nothing I could do.

     "By the way, your wrists are not allergic to stainless steel are

they?" That comment lay heavy on my mind, knowing exactly what she

meant. I thought I had died and gone to fetish heaven as I watched their

thighs and bottoms wobble and jiggle across the room as they left. They

were gone before I picked up the tab.

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