Temptation

As Tammy Peters stepped from the shower and prepared to get ready for school she once again studied her naked body in the mirror above her dresser. Her rounded 32B tits were just not growing fast enough. Playing with them hadn’t helped, and even though when she rubbed ice cubes over her nipples, while it did make them hard for a few minutes, they never stayed that way long enough to cause her father or brother to notice them. Or so she thought. Tammy’s mother, Ellen, was a very nice, conservative woman in her middle age who thanks to the miracle of genetics had inherited her own mother’s wonderful metabolism. Endowed with large breasts, a firm stomach, and great ass and legs, at 5’8″ tall and a weight of only 140, Ellen was, as Carl often teased, “built for fucking.”

Perhaps due to her large 38D breasts, Ellen had always been the subject of crude comments and inappropriate lines from boys during her school years, and men afterward. Because she was so shy, she had always tried to dress to hide her body, but with little success. Until she’d met Carl, Ellen had never even dated much. The few times she had gone out with boys in school she had ended the evening fighting off their attempts to fondle her huge tits, something she had always hated to have to do. She wanted to be popular, but not the kind of popularity the boys wanted from her. And so she spent her school years pretty much alone. The only man she ever loved, until Carl, had been her father. Even now, whenever she thought of the things they used to do together made her pussy wet.

The first time he’d fucked her had been Heavenly, and it only got better after that when her mother joined in with them. So Ellen’s teenage high school years had been spent engaged in incest with her mother and father, not having sex with her classmates like so many of her slutty girlfriends bragged about. “If they only knew,” Ellen often thought, smiling secretly at the knowledge of what she did with her parents.

After high school Ellen had worked as a receptionist for a construction company, and it was there she’d met Carl. He was tall, dark, and handsome, and reminded her very much of her father. When she finally agreed to go out with him, he was a perfect gentlemen. On their first three dates Carl hadn’t even tried to kiss her, and when he finally did it was a gentle, proper kiss, not one of those crude open-mouth kisses so many of her classmates had tried on her on the few occasions when she had gone out on dates. Eventually Carl won her over completely, and when they finally made love, his tender caresses and loving kisses were so much like her father’s she knew this was a man she could love and live with forever.

They were married two weeks after herbirthday, and shortly afterward Jeff arrived, and then Tammy. Jeff and Tammy were adults now, and as tall and good looking as his father and mom. So good looking, in fact, Ellen sometimes wondered what it would be like to fuck him. She knew Carl was wondering the same thing about Tammy, and often fantasized about the four of them having sex together, just as she had with her own parents before they were killed in that horrible car accident years earlier. When Tammy came bounding into the kitchen for breakfast, Ellen was struck by just how grown up her daughter was becoming.

Wearing a short skirt, with no bra to hide her full breasts, the girl looked like a hot sexy girl. Ellen’s face flushed, as she suddenly wondered what it would be like to see her husband fucking their daughter. “Tammy Peters, you go right back upstairs and put on a bra. You can see your nipples right through that thin tank top,” Ellen scolded, her cheeks red. “Oh Mom, don’t be a drag. It’s too hot to wear a bra. Besides, with tits as big as mine I don’t need a bra anyway,” Tammy pouted. “Tammy, darling, I know you’re anxious to grow up. But you have plenty of time, honey. Don’t rush it. You only live once. Enjoy your teenage days for as long as you can,” Ellen soothed. She knew how badly Tammy wanted breasts like Ellen’s, and wondered if her daughter would ever get them.

With her jet black hair and dark complexion Tammy looked much more like her father than the fair-skinned, red haired Ellen. “Yeah, sure, Mom. That’s easy for you to say. Look at you. You have the greatest tits in the world. Whenever a student comes over to do homework with me that’s all I hear. ‘God, Tammy, your mom sure does have nice boobs!” or, “Jeez, Tammy, your mom looks like a centerfold.’ I get sick of it, Mom. I can’t compete with you,” Tammy said, her voice beginning to tremble slightly as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “Baby,” Ellen said, walking over to her daughter, hugging her. “It’s okay. I can’t help how I look any more than you can. Honey, you’ll either have big boobs some day or you won’t. Not much you can do about that. But if you work at it, there are other ways to get boys to like you. Use your brains, Tammy. You’re a smart girl. Make them want you for your intellect, not your body,” Ellen lectured. “Oh RIGHT! I can just hear them now. ‘Gee Tammy, you sure do have a great brain there. Too bad you don’t have a body to go with it.’ Sorry, Mom, but that isn’t going to cut it. And Mom,” Tammy said, picking up her books, walking toward the door, “I’m not a little kid anymore. I . . . I WANT to look sexy.

Sometimes I get so hot I can hardly stand it, and I’m tired of just . . . well . . . playing with myself! I want someone else to do it to me, Mom. I get horny . . . real horny, and I know you can’t understand that, but sometimes I just wish I could . . . I could . . . get FUCKED by somebody!” Tammy cried, bolting from the room before Ellen could respond. After her daughter had gone, Ellen thought about their conversation. Was Tammy really that grown up already? Was she ready for sex? Ellen remembered how old she was the first time she and her father had fucked. She was just about Tammy’s age, wasn’t she? Or was she older . . . Yes, she was. And she remembered how hot she had been in those days, too. So no wonder Tammy was frustrated. By the time she was Tammy’s age Ellen had not only been fucking her father, she’d been eating her mother as well. Perhaps it was time to have a talk with Carl about this. He’d know how to handle it. Yes . . . she talk with Carl about it, that very night. After the kids were asleep, Ellen snuggled next to Carl, took a deep breath, and said, “Honey, we have to talk.” “Yeah? What about?” Carl asked, only half-listening. Leno had a hot babe on the show, a blonde from Baywatch, and whatever Ellen had to say couldn’t be half as interesting as this beauty’s prominently displayed tits. “It’s Tammy,” Ellen began. “She . . . she’s growing up, Carl.” “Yeah, I know,” Carl said, listening a little more attentively now, but still focused on the Baywatch babe. “Today she told me she . . . she said . . . she . . . .” Ellen began, then stopped. “She what, honey?” Carl said, turning toward Ellen now, concern showing on his face. He adored his daughter, and if something was wrong .