Mom's Towel 5

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your girl and lap up that stuff." He noticed Mark was deciding, and
added, "I'll lick the peanut butter off the other girl." Noticing that Mark was having a tough decision, glancing at both girls the way he was, he nudged him toward his own daughter. "Go ahead, son," he
said, "eat the peanut butter off Tammy." Thinking a minute, he added, "And you can't use your hands." As Mark knelt down next to
Tammy, Bill added, "Yeah, suck that stuff off."
As Mark sucked on Tammy's tits he felt her nipples swell up and
fill his puckered lips. As her father watched, Mark swirled his tongue around her nipples lapping up the peanut butter. Opening his mouth wide he was able to swollow Tammy's breast completely. As he
closed his mouth tight against her breast he twirled his tongue around it, licking up the peanut butter. Shortly he finished, quite neatly on both breasts, licking up all the peanut butter on her breasts. He looked at her black mound splattered with the creamy peanut butter. He had a feeling that a girl's pussy was sensitive so he was careful not to be too frisky. He was able, due to the small
area of Tammy's pussy, to smother it with his open mouth. His tongue twirled against the prickly hair and against her lips causing a shiver to engulf her body.
As his tongue licked the creamy peanut butter from her black prickly forest she felt that she should really help him out. Afterall, she reasoned, peanut butter is gooey, sticky, and quite dry. Trying to be somewhat funny, she asked, "Would you like some
milk with that?" As he stopped licking off the peanut butter and
questioned a look into her deep brown eyes, she added with a giggle,
"Go ahead, Mark, have some milk to wash it down."
Mark wasn't sure what she meant by her comment. But as he looked
down at her black-haired mound, and the thin layer of peanut butter
remaining, he noticed a lot of moisture glistening amid the creamy
brown peanut butter. He lapped up the remainder of the peanut butter and washed it down with her cum.
Bill had watched him eat the peanut butter off his daughter. He sure had noticed how well she understood how gooey it was. And he
had to admire her for adding some milk to aid him. He wondered, as
he swollowed Kim's tits, and sucked the peanut butter off, if she would be as accomodating. He wasted no time in licking the peanut butter from her breasts. He was anxious to lick it off her little blond mound. He hoped she'd let him have a little liquid, at least.
Kim sighed as he twirled his tongue around her sticky mound. She
shivered a little as his mouth sucked against her lips. As he licked the creamy brown goo from her vaginal lips she added her vaginal juices. Bill lapped up the remainder of the peanut butter and swollowed it along with her accomodating cum.
As Bill wiped his hand against her vaginal mound he took a little
liberty and inserted a finger into her. Afterall, he had to make sure
that he had gotten all of the peanut butter he could from Kim. Satisfied tht he had done his job he helped her off the floor as he
turned to Mark. "Are you sure you got all the peanut butter? Better
check to make sure."
Mark massaged his hand against Tammy's mound slipping a finger into
her tight pussy. "Damn," he thought to himself, "this girl is really
tight". Withdrawing his finger slowly, to savor her vaginal tightness
as long as he could, he licked the finger that had probbed her cavity.
"Yep, sure did."
"Now young man," Bill said, "seeing that you got all of the peanut
butter off my daughter, it's your turn." He noticed the question in
Mark's eyes as he stuck the knife into the jar. Withdrawing a good
amount he looked at Mark. "Oh yeah. Now it's your turn." Bill didn't even flinch as he grabbed Mark's penis and, slidding the brown-covered blade lightly against it, coated it and the little sack below
it in peanut butter. "And we do this differently. All the girls
get to eat that peanut butter." Bill thought a moment. "Let's see,
who gets to be first?" Pondering a little more, he added, "I know!
The youngest goes first. That would be your sister, Mark, then my
daughter, followed by your mother and then my wife." Turning to the
females, he smiled and said, "Okay, girls, let's do a good job."
"Wait a minute, Kim," Betty interjected quickly, "don't you dare!"
Turning to her husband, she asked, "Aren't we being a little unfair,
Bill?" Snatching the jar and knife from his hand, she added, as she
smothered her husband's genitals with the peanut butter, "You're not
a priviledged character, you know." She smirked at him and looked at
the others. "And all of us get to get that peanut butter off of him."
Turning towards Mark, she added, "Even you. And, I might add, the
youngest goes first." Turning to her husband, she said, "And guess
what, Bill, I changed your rules." She noticed his squinting eyes
and added, "Kim goes after you."
"Oh, is that how you want it played, Betty?" Bill looked at Mark's
penis smothered in the creamy brown goo. He slipped his mouth over the head and licked off a fair amount and was, likewise, accomodated by Mark.
Admittedly both of them enjoyed the attention of the girls' mouth
swollowing their hardening penises into their mouths. As the girls
licked off the peanut butter both felt like adding some milk to aid
in their digestion.
Just as Natalie was about to taste Bill's penis the telephone rang. All eyes were glued to her tits as they flopped wildly as she
ran to answer the phone. "Hello."
The voice on the other end was terse and hurried. "Mrs. Evans?"
"Yes, this is Mrs. Evans."
"Mrs. Evans, this is Captain Lewis."
As Captain Lewis spoke softly a tear came to her eye. "Are you
sure, captain?"
"Oh yes, absolutely, Mrs. Evans. Good night."
Natalie dropped the phone and, crying, drew her two children close to her, hugging them tightly. "Oh, God, I . . ." She was so choked up with emotion, flooding her children with her tears, that she couldn't say anything.
Bill cradled the phone. Walking over to Natalie, he comforted her. "Why don't you sit down, Natalie." He forced her to sit on the couch and sitting down beside her he embraced her. "Natalie, it's
all right. I'm here for you. I know you're grieving."
She wiped her eyes, and sighing deeply, sniffled, "No, Bill, it's not that."
Both children were deeply concerned. After all they didn't want their mother to be hurt. "What's wrong, mom?"
Weeping, trying to talk, she looked at them, pulling them toward herself. "Oh, God," she weeped, "it's your dad, children." She tried to continue, but amidst her weeping she couldn't.
"There there now, honey," Betty comforted. Stroking Natalie's brow she added, "It's okay, honey. Just calm down. And calmly tell us what you heard."
Natalie sniffled, tears still dripping from her eyes. She sighed heavily, trying to calm herself down. Drying her eyes a second time she laid her head on Bill's shoulder. "Oh, God, Bill."
Bill knew something was up. Afterall the army didn't call unless there was a real big deal. And if it was bad news, didn't they normally come with a telegram? "Calm down, honey. Tell us what you heard."
Sniffling her answer, she blurted out, "It's Dave! Oh God, it's
Dave!" Looking at her children, tears still pooling in her eyes, she looked upward toward the celing. Her eyes seemed to burn through as they saw her smile. "Oh God, thank you!" She cried out. Returning
her eyes to her own children, she reigned them in tightly, and said, "Your father, my husband, is alive!"