"Something strange is happening over there," Janice said.
The car had just left when Nancy's father pulled into the driveway. He slammed the door and entered the house, and they saw Nancy get to her feet and enter the back door. Janice and Tony looked at each other, both puzzled by the strange happenings.
They did not see Nancy for almost a week. And Janice found out the little girl still had those pictures Tony had taken of her, and she began to worry.
"Tony, you've got to give Nancy back her pictures and get those of me from her."
"I'll do it when I see her again, Mom," he promised.
Tony finally saw Nancy. Janice was shopping, and Tony brought Nancy into the house after they had exchanged their pictures.
When Janice came home, she found them in the living room.
Tony had almost undressed Nancy. The girl sat in her panties, and looked very frightened as Janice came through the door. Janice only glanced at her son and Nancy, carrying her packages into the kitchen. She heard the rustle of clothing and when she entered the living room again, Nancy had her dress pulled on, and she was sitting with her hands folded in her lap, looking shy and embarrassed.
Sitting in a chair facing them, Janice said nothing about catching them partially undressed. She chatted with Nancy, trying to put the girl at ease, but Nancy seemed stiff and embarrassed.
"Nancy's mom left with a man, Mom," he said. "She's not gonna come back. You know the one we saw him."
"She's never coming back?" Janice asked.
"That's what Nancy said," Tony answered. "Tell her, Nancy."
It took a while, but Nancy finally told her, her voice shy and halting. It seemed that her mother wanted very much to be involved with other men and women, but her father didn't. And, it seemed, neither did Nancy. Although Nancy did not tell when or why she was involved with her mother and father, Janice understood that it had been going on for some time.
"But her dad hasn't fucked her, Mom," Tony said.
Janice watched Nancy blush, her eyes lowered shyly.
Janice watched the girl closely, seeing that Nancy was excited to let her know all this. They sat for over an hour, talking, and soon Nancy lost her nervousness, and although still shy, told Janice that her father was glad that her mother was gone, and that she, too, was glad.
"Do you enjoy doing those things with your father, honey?" Janice asked.
Nancy's eyes lit up as she nodded her head. "I love it!" she said.
"And what about Tony?"
Nancy gave Tony a shy smile. "We haven't done anything."
"But I thought…" Janice said. "I mean, didn't I see you two in the back yard?"
"Mom, that was just feeling around," her son said. "I haven't fucked Nancy."
Nancy giggled as he said that, looking from lowered lashes at Janice.
"Do you want to, Nancy?" Janice asked.
Nancy nodded.
"You know, don't you, that Tony and I… well, like you and your father?"
"I guess so," Nancy said in a soft voice. "I mean, I saw those pictures of you, so I guess you're doing it with each other."
"We are," Janice admitted. "Like you and your dad. I mean, like the picture of you and your dad. Only Tony and I do more than suck."
Nancy's young eyes lifted, sparkling brightly. "You mean you're…"
"Fucking?" Janice asked. "We are."
"Ooooh, I like that!" Nancy gurgled, shivering slightly. Janice stood up and moved toward her son and Nancy. Nancy looked up at her, eyes moist, a glint of expectancy in them. Janice ran her hand through one long ponytail. "What would your father say if I… if Tony and I…"
"You wanna play with me?" Nancy asked, excitement making her voice bubble.
"Would you like that, Tony and me playing with you?"
"Ohhhh, yes!" Nancy squealed, all nervousness gone. "I'd like that very much!"
The idea was powerful, and Janice forgot about Nancy's father as she opened her blouse, dropping it to the floor. Nancy stared at her straining tits. Tony's cock, already hard from undressing Nancy, bulged in his pants. Janice unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her feet. Nancy's eyes followed it, then gazed at the crotch of Janice's panties, where they puffed out with her cunt and thick hair. Sliding her hands into the waist of her bikini panties, Janice peeled them off, and stood naked before her son and Nancy.
"Aren't you going to take Tony's cock out, Nancy?" she asked, her voice husky with emotion.
"I can do that?" Nancy asked softly. "I can really do it and you won't mind?"
"Honey, I want you to take his cock out," Janice said.
With excited squeals, Nancy began opening Tony's pants, and pulling his cock and balls from the fly. She closed one small, hot hand around his cock and pumped it, and held his balls with the other.
Then Janice remembered. "Have you, been fucked, Nancy?"
Nancy shook her head. "Only by fingers, and Daddy has used his fingers and tongue on me."
"Maybe we better wait," Janice said. "I don't want your father mad at us."
"It's okay," Nancy said, almost sobbing with urgency as she pounded her little fist on Tony's cock. "Daddy knows I wanna fuck Tony. It's okay if I fuck him, Janice."
"I don't know…" Janice said.
The sudden change from shyness to boldness surprised Janice. Nancy's eyes glittered hotly, looking from Tony to Janice, eagerness on her pretty, young face. It was difficult to resist this succulent little girl for Janice as well as her son.
She didn't understand how Tony had been unable to resist fucking Nancy as it was.
"Okay," Janice said in a low voice.
With a squeal of delight, Nancy began to pound on Tony's cock, watching the swollen head hotly. Then Nancy turned him loose, jumping to her feet and peeling her panties off, tossing them halfway across the room. Janice was struck by the beauty of Nancy, those long, tanned thighs and little ass and sugary pink tits. But what fascinated her most of all was the sweet-looking slit of her cunt. It was beautiful!
Tony, looking from one to the other, scrambled out of his clothing, his cock jerking with hardness, pre-come dripping from his piss-hole. As soon as he was naked Nancy grabbed his hand and fell to the floor, sprawling out on her back, swinging her slim legs very wide apart and lifting her pussy.