Black Friday_(0)

NOTE: Thanksgiving Day is a traditional North American holiday to give thanks at the conclusion of the harvest season. Thanksgiving is celebrated on the fourth Thursday of November in the United States and on the second Monday of October in Canada. The earliest Thanksgiving events were held at present day Berkeley Plantation in Virginia in 1619 and at Plymouth in present day Massachusetts in 1621.

In the United States, Thanksgiving Day is always a Thursday and is part of a four-day weekend. 78% of all workers were given both Thanksgiving and the day after as paid holidays in 2007. The day after is known as the unofficial holiday of Black Friday, the beginning of the traditional Christmas shopping season and it’s busiest single day. Many retailers open very early, typically at five o’clock in the morning and they offer door buster deals and even loss leaders to draw people to their stores.



Black Friday


Here in America ‘Black Friday’ does not refer to an African American holiday or even the worst day of the year to shop, which it is of course. Black Friday refers the day after Thanksgiving when people traditionally start to do their Christmas shopping. It refers to the very first time in the whole year that a retail store gets into the black in their accountant’s ledger. All year long they have been operating in the red just for the day after Thanksgiving. Retail stores make ninety percent of their profits in just those four or five weeks each year.

Needless to say my wife and daughter wanted to go shopping that Friday and they insisted that I go along with them. Hell I was still slightly uncomfortable from all of the turkey that I had eaten the day before.

To get me to go with her my wife did not wear a bra or panties but she did wear a very short black dress that was made of stretchy material and fit her like a glove. The neckline was square looking and showed most of the top half of her breasts and a whole lot of cleavage. The hemline just barely covered her bald pussy and she was wearing four-inch high heels too. Her long brown hair was up in a very attractive bun. The fake nails and pedicure from the day before Thanksgiving still looked great.

When I saw my fourteen-year-old daughter Daphne come down the stairs I was simply speechless. Daphne was wearing an outfit similar to that of her mothers, but in white. I couldn’t see any bra or panty lines on her either but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t wearing a pair of thongs or a G-string. Daphne leaned over just a little bit and I got a look down her breasts, she definitely was not wearing a bra.

I just had to ask her, “Daphne are you wearing panties?”

Daphne replied, “No! Mom told me that I didn’t have to if I didn’t want too. She’s not wearing any either.”

My wife walked up to me as she has hundreds of times in the past and said, “Want to feel me up, big boy?”

This is a game that we play quite often however not usually so boldly right in front of our teenage daughter. What to hell! I reached out and placed the palms of my hands over her breasts centering the nipples then wrapping my fingers over her fleshy mounds. After a moment of gently squeezing I then boldly reached right down inside her top with my left hand and cupped the bare flesh of her left breast in my hand. I squeezed and fondled her fleshy mound and then tweaked her nipple before removing my hand. I then reached in with my right hand to molest her right breast too. After an acceptable amount of time I then ran my right hand down the outside of her dress and down her slightly curved tummy to her hemline. As she took in a breath I let my fingers curl under her dress and disappear underneath. As I poked a finger into her bald pussy slit I smiled. My wife had applied a light amount of K-Y Jelly to her pussy lips to facilitate my entrance. This too is something that she has done hundreds of times for me. As I slipped my middle finger into the top of her slit and found her waiting clit I massaged it just the way that she likes me too, vigorously. Her eyes closed, her knees started to buckle, and she experienced her very first orgasm of the day. As she regained her composure she smiled at me, kissed me softly, and turned about ninety degrees to the side. Then she bent slightly as I then ran my right hand down the back of her dress, over her full smooth ass, and then back under her hemline once again. This time I poked my thumb into her pussy just to be sure that it was fully coated with the lubricant before slipping it into her anal opening. I could feel her sphincter muscle resisting my entry but soon she was able to relax it enough to allow me entry to her nether passage. I then took the opportunity to slip my index finger and my middle finger into her pussy hole. After I had enough fun I removed my fingers from within her body and gave her a playful slap on her bare ass. She gave a cute little ‘oh’ and stood up smiling at me.

My wife then asked, “Do I pass the ‘pervert test?’ Master!”

I replied, “Oh yes you passed with flying colors my dear.”

Just then Daphne stepped up to me and said, “Next!”

I looked at Daphne then I looked at my smiling wife as she nodded her approval. I wiped my greasy fingers on my pants so as not to get her nice white dress all dirty.