She looked up at me again, and said "You just said 'one or the other of them' – you mean even if I wanted to have sex with my own daughter, you wouldn't be disgusted?", wonderingly.
"Nope – as long as she was old enough to make the choice for herself, of her own free will. If the two parties are both interested, and there's no chance of pregnancy or disease, then I'm fine with it – as far as I'm concerned, it's just two people making each other happy, and feel good, and act of LOVE, to some degree. Beyond that, it's none of my business; I've got my hands full being in charge of ME", that last part earning me a smile.
She got another thoughtful look on her face for a few seconds, then looked up at me, saying "Well, that's enough of that. I didn't come over here to have you solve all my problems, just*one*."
"And what would that be?"
As she told me "I have this itch that I was hoping you could scratch", she got up off the couch, and started to undress, telling me "You see, it's in a spot that I can't quite reach by myself; but I know that you have*just* the right 'tool' to take care of it.", making a pun of her desire and intentions as she let her panties drop to the floor.
I stood up, too, and in my best Southern Drawl, told her "Well, Ma'am, I'd be right happy to scratch your itch, if'n that's what you want." – "Oh, it is!", she teased. – "But I'm a-feared it might git kinda messy, if'n you know what I mean."
"Oh, that's fine – All I care about is this*darn* itch", she replied as she used her hand to rub the outside of her vagina, and her clitoris, as the other teased one of her nipples to erection.
By this time, I'd gotten naked, too, and told her "Well, Ma'am, I'd be plum happy to help you out, but it looks like my itch scratchin' tool is kinda out of commission at the moment."
She smiled, and as she dropped to her knees, told me "Well, Stranger, I think I might be able to help you out with that little problem." before taking the end of my semi-erect penis into her mouth and softly sucking on it.
As I started to get harder, she was able to begin sliding her lips up and down the length of me – and starting a slight swaying motion in her breasts that I found both interesting and highly erotic, which only served to make her ministrations that much more effective.
When I was fully hard, and glistening with her saliva, she released me from her lips, and lay back on the floor, spreading her legs to show me how wet and ready she was before saying "I don't need anything more, or anything fancy – I just need this damn ITCH taken care of!"
I dropped to my knees, then, and moved to position myself between her legs before leaning forward to support myself on my hands and arms.
Once I was in position, she reached down between us and took my manhood in her fingers, guiding it to her opening. Without another word, I pressed forward, and both of us watched as my entire length slid into her in a single, slow, continuous movement, ending only when our pubic hair was merged.
That done, we looked into each other's eyes as I withdrew from her slowly, savoring the feel of her warm insides as they slid along my length. When only the head was still inside her, I paused for a moment before pushing myself back into her as she raised her pelvis in welcome.
Over the next several minutes, I slowly increased the speed that I moved in and out of her; and with her vocal encouragement, increased the force of my motions, as well. She raised her knees until they were nearly touching her breasts, which tilted her pelvis up, and spread her legs even further, giving me maximum freedom to move, and maximum penetration into her. She was hot and tight and wet enough that it didn't take long before I began to feel a faint stirring in my balls – but I knew that as aroused as she was, she still wasn't close to having an orgasm. Not wanting to disappoint her, I lowered myself onto my elbows, which put my mouth near her ear – and I began to talk to her about something I KNEW would get her going: "Think about it Lucy – even while we're here, making love, Sandra and Robyn are probably doing the same thing in their room."
"Just imagine, Lucy – Robyn is laying back on the bed, and Sandra is between her legs, licking and sucking on her, and playing with her breasts, just like I did to you before."
"Lucy, maybe they're in a '69' now. Just think: Sandra is laying there on her back, with Robyn over her, both of them with their heads buried between the other's thighs, licking and kissing and getting juices all over their faces."
"You can see what they look like, Lucy – both of them young and smooth; their firm breasts, their soft mounds, their hard nipples as they touch and kiss each other."
Even as we were making love, I gave Lucy a verbal description of what might be happening between Robyn and Sandra, and how they looked; and with each description, I could feel her responding underneath me, becoming more and more excited, and wetter and wetter, so that the scent of her arousal filled the room, and the liquid sound of our lovemaking became louder and louder. It was as she was getting closer and closer to orgasm, and I was describing to her what they must smell like as they made love, that I finally felt the start of my climax; the first splash of my semen into her womanhood was enough to push Lucy into her own powerful orgasm. An orgasm powerful enough that she wrapped her legs around me to hold me in place as she bit the side of my neck to muffle her screams of release. While spasm after spasm passed through her, her vagina tightened down on me even more, enough so that I didn't dare try to move in her – but that was okay, since the sensation of her internal muscles clasping at me was more than enough to make sure that she got every drop of semen that I had to give.
Even as my penis began to soften, she was still having fluttering aftershocks of release; I continued to hold her there, covering her body with my own, until she finally unlocked her ankles and let her feet rest on the floor while she held me close, gasping.
Only when she'd caught her breath did she release me enough so that I could raise up enough to look down into her face, still flushed from our lovemaking.
Looking deep into my eyes, she told me "You really pushed some buttons there, fella."
I smiled, and answered "Well, it seemed like a good idea, at the time. I was getting close, and I didn't want to leave you behind, so I just did something that I figured would help you catch up."
"Oh, I caught up, all right! That was the best orgasm I've had in, oh, FOREVER."
"Glad I was able to help you get that itch taken care of, then.", I teased.
She laughed a bit, and said "It's taken care of, all right. For about the next month, I think!"
I put a mock frown on my face, and said "Yeah, that's the problem with being so good at what you do – repeat business goes to hell!", in an aggrieved tone.
She laughed at the teasing, and answered "No need to fish for compliments. You did good, and you damn well know it, if those are my teeth marks I see on your neck. You're probably going to have a bruise there tomorrow morning."
"A price I willingly pay, if that's what it takes to make you happy.", I teased back, before lowering myself to rest against, but not on, her again. She put her arms around me, and as she gave me a number of soft kisses where she'd bitten me, we both savored the sensation of my penis still inside her until it finally shrank enough to pull free of her. When that happened, she gently nudged up again, telling me "If you'll get off of me, I can keep from staining your carpet" as she pressed a hand against her opening, holding our combined juices inside.