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Who's The Boss
by Jack and Jill (rokaba1030@aol.com)

***

A parody of the TV show, "Who's the Boss". Angela and 
Tony find out who really is in charge. (Mf, ped, inc, 
sitcom-parody)

***

"Wow Tony, that was fabulous." Angela Bower pushed her 
chair back from the dining room table and neatly 
stacked the dirty dishes and silverware at her place 
setting. "Let me help you pick up the table."

"Oh no, Angela, you have other things to do. Sam and I 
will have everything spic and span in no time, right 
Sammie?"

"Yea, right Dad, no problem," the young girl answered 
sarcastically.

"Well, okay if you two insist. I do have some work to 
do tonight." Angela excused herself and went to her 
combination office and den to catch up on a couple of 
her accounts. 

As she sat in front of the computer monitor Angela 
reflected once again on how lucky she was to have found 
Tony and Sam. She had been just about to give up on 
finding a suitable housekeeper when Tony answered her 
newspaper ad. He and Sam wanted to relocate from 
Brooklyn to a place where he could take college classes 
part time and where Sam could grow up in a safe 
environment. Tony's wife had died two years earlier, 
when Sam was 11 and they had endured a very difficult 
time. 

It was difficult being a single parent. Angela knew 
only too well. She had been divorced for three years 
and was raising her eight-year old son Jonathan alone 
and if that weren't enough, her mother Mona Robinson 
also lived with her.

Tony was a blessing for all of them. He was an 
excellent housekeeper, cook, handyman, and role model 
for Jonathan as well as his own Samantha. He also was 
Angela's sounding board and confidant and Mona's best 
friend. 

For all of this Angela paid a modest salary and 
provided room and board for Tony and Sam. Tony was able 
to go to school part time and still keep up with all of 
his household duties. Angela was eternally grateful for 
their arrangement. She now had time to devote to her 
own small advertising agency business and spend quality 
time with her son and mother.

Jonathan's father was not much of a factor. He lived in 
another state and maintained contact with Jonathan but 
did not really interfere with Angela's life. Their 
marriage had been very stormy from the beginning, 
staying together as long as they had for Jonathan's 
sake but finally Angela could take no more and filed 
for divorce. Since then she and Jonathan had struggled 
but with her mother's help and then Tony's, things were 
much brighter.

"Okay Sammie, that's got it," said Tony as he folded 
the dishtowel and hung it up. "You just have time for 
your bath before the boxing match starts. I'll meet you 
in the rec-room and we'll watch it together."

"Yea, sure Dad, just what I want to do most. Watch a 
couple of dummies knock each other around."

"Awww, come on Sammie. You know how we always enjoy the 
fights. What's wrong?'

"Sorry Dad, but not tonight. Angela already promised to 
watch a scary movie with me. See you later." The cute 
little 13-year old ran up the steps to her room.

"Gosh," thought Tony, "She really is growing up. She 
lost her interest in boxing and next thing you know 
I'll have a bunch of boys hanging around here.

Sam, or Samantha as she now preferred to be called was 
indeed growing up. Her body was changing rapidly. 
Hormones were starting to bounce around and mood swings 
were common. She didn't understand all her feelings and 
was not able to discuss them with anyone. She was very 
close to Mona but she was off on a singles cruise to 
the Bahamas. Jonathan was too young to talk to and 
besides he was spending summer vacation with his 
father. She was comfortable with Angela but they didn't 
seem to have much time together and she sure couldn't 
talk to her father about such things.

Sam got out of the warm bubble bath and wrapped a 
thick, fluffy towel around herself. She went to her 
bedroom and finished drying in front of the full-length 
mirror. Short, dark hair framed a cute, pixie face and 
big brown eyes.

"Darn it," she thought, "Why are mine so much smaller 
than everyone else's?" She rubbed the thick towel 
vigorously over her small, budding, cup-cake breasts as 
if stimulation might make them grow. And sure enough it 
seemed to work. The small, pinkish tan nipples seemed 
to grow right before her very eyes. The more she rubbed 
them the harder and longer they grew. But unfortunately 
only the sensitive little buds got bigger and not the 
small breasts.

Sam took a pair of tiny, white, bikini panties from her 
dresser drawer and stepped into them. Her small waist 
tapered into slightly flaring hips. A tiny patch of 
dark hair lay on top of her pubic region. She was also 
disappointed with the slow progress of the growth of 
her pubic hair. She pulled an oversized, red, cotton 
football jersey with a white number 13 (a birthday 
present) over her head and paraded barefoot down the 
stairs to the family room.

Sam sat on the oversized, beige leather couch in front 
of the big-screen TV and began to channel search for 
the pre-planned horror movie. 

"Hi Sweetie. Are we ready for a night at the movies?" 
Angela sat at the opposite end of the couch pulling her 
hairbrush through the long, thick mass of blonde hair. 
She also had enjoyed a nice hot bubble bath and had put 
on a long white satin gown and thick white terry robe 
belted at the waist.

"Oh yea, I'm ready," said Sam, "But first can I talk to 
you about something?"

"Of course honey, anything. What is it?"

"Well, I have a little problem. Sally is having a party 
next week and I really want to go."

"So, what's the problem," asked Angela?

"Well," Sam hesitated. "There will be boys there and 
dancing."

"Will Sally's parents be there?

"Oh sure, She couldn't do it otherwise."

"Then I don't think it should be a problem. I'm sure 
your dad will let you go."

"No, that's not the problem," replied Sam. "The problem 
is, I don't know how to dance."

"Really? Well, that's not a big problem. I'm sure we 
can teach you in plenty of time."

"Oh Angela, that would be great. Oh yes, one more 
thing. When did you first kiss a boy?"

"Gee," Angela smiled, "I don't really remember. Why do 
you ask?"

"Oh, just wondering," Sam, answered.

Angela finished brushing her luxurious blonde hair and 
got up from the couch. "You go ahead and watch the 
movie," she said, "I'll be right back." 

Angela found Tony in the basement rec-room sitting in 
front of the TV watching the boxing match. She slowly 
explained her discussion with Sam and how important it 
was for a young girl to be accepted by her peers and to 
fit in.

"Oh no," Tony shrieked, "She's just a child and way too 
young to be talking about dancing and kissing and 
stuff. No, no, no. Just go tell her no. She can't go."

"Sorry Tony, but I'm not telling her. This is very 
important to her and I think you have an obligation to 
not only let her go but to help teach her how to dance 
so she's not embarrassed when she does go. She's 
growing up, Tony. Haven't you noticed how she's 
changing?"

"Well, I know she doesn't care much for boxing and 
football and things like that anymore. In fact I don't 
know what she does like. She seems kind of confused. 
She seems to like dresses and stuff instead of jeans 
and tee shirts."

"That's right Tony. She is confused and you have to 
help her. I'll be around if you need me to talk to her 
or help in any way but you have to be the one to help 
her work her feelings out. She is a lovely young girl 
who just needs some guidance."

"Okay," Tony said, "I guess I might as well meet it 
head on. The boxing match isn't that good anyhow."

Tony and Angela had a great relationship. They had 
always been secretly attracted to each other but 
neither gave any indication of their feelings. It was 
strictly platonic. Tony liked his job and didn't want 
to jeopardize it by doing something stupid. Besides 
that, he felt as though Angela was a very classy, 
sophisticated woman with no romantic interest in a 
lowly housekeeper. 

Angela thought of Tony as a very handsome and down to 
earth type of guy who was very sensitive and probably 
knew very well how to treat a lady. She was very fond 
of him but did not want to scare him away by being to 
bold and making advances toward him. 

Angela followed Tony up the stairs and into the large 
family room where Sam sat with her legs curled beneath 
her, leaning against the armrest. 

"Oh, hi Dad. How's the boxing? Did they already beat 
each other's brains out?"

Tony didn't reply. He walked to the stereo, found some 
of Angela's old big band records and soon the room was 
filled with the mellow sound of Glenn Miller's 
Orchestra. He walked to the TV and switched it off. He 
turned off all the lights except for one small table 
lamp.

"What are you doing Daddy," Sam questioned. "Angela and 
I were watching a movie." 

Angela smiled. She was proud of Tony. He moved to where 
Sam was sitting, totally confused, and said, "May I 
have this dance young lady?"

"I don't know how to dance Daddy. You know that."

"Come here," he said, "It's time to learn." He reached 
for her and took her small hand in his and helped her 
to her feet.

Tony took her right hand in his left and placed his 
right hand around her back. Her left arm rested on his 
upper arm. "Now," he instructed, "The most important 
thing is to listen to the music and move at the same 
tempo. Your partner should lead and you follow him. 
Hopefully he's not a klutz and will know how to dance 
but if he doesn't you lead and move your feet like 
this." He demonstrated a slow two-step. "One, two, 
slide. One, two, slide." They began to move gracefully 
around the room. 

Sam's confidence grew and she became more and more 
comfortable as she began to get the hang of the steps 
and the rhythm of the music. She began to move 
gracefully and quietly hum and sing with the music.

Angela watched in approval as they continued to dance. 
Each tune had a little different tempo and Sam listened 
carefully and adjusted well to the different pace of 
the songs.

"Gee, I forgot how much fun dancing can be," said Tony. 
"It's been a long time since I've done this." He began 
to get caught up in the moment and forgot where he was 
and what he was doing. He was suddenly holding Samantha 
closer to himself than he realized. He closed his eyes 
enjoying the feel of someone in his arms. She smelled 
of soap and powder. Sweet and fresh. Slowly they moved 
together. 

Samantha didn't make a sound. She responded to his 
every movement. She felt his arm tighten around her 
back and pull her close to his firm, muscular body. She 
felt so safe and warm in his gentle, strong arms. She 
closed her eyes and pretended to be a beautiful 
princess dancing with her prince charming.

Angela sat on the couch and watched the couple float 
around the room, oblivious to her and everything else. 
She was both shocked and somewhat aroused at what was 
taking place right in front of her. 

The dancing couple seemed more like intimate partners 
than father and daughter. They both seemed to be lost 
in a trance, conscious only of their own feelings. Tony 
held her closer. He let go of her right hand and 
wrapped both of his arms around her tiny waist. Her 
head rested against his chest. She was so small, almost 
pixie-like next to him. She stood on tiptoes and her 
arms reached upward until her hands rested on top of 
his broad shoulders. Her jersey hiked up to reveal the 
backs of her slim, shapely, tanned legs and upper 
thighs.

Angela watched as Tony's right hand moved slightly 
downward to rest on the top slope of Sam's cute, little 
rear. "My God what is he doing? I better do something," 
she thought. "What, what can I do? Shall I say 
something? Shall I leave? No, no I'm not leaving. This 
could get very interesting. Sure is getting warm in 
here." 

She untied the belt of her heavy robe and removed it, 
leaving her only in a long, white, satin gown with a 
low cut top held in place with thin, spaghetti straps. 
Her large, round breasts pressed firmly against the 
satin material. 

Tony's hips moved ever so slightly, back and forth 
against Sam's upper abdomen as they danced. His jeans 
suddenly began to feel very tight as the darling little 
girl pressed tighter against him. 

He distinctly felt the nipples of her little, budding, 
breasts poke at his taut stomach through the thin 
fabric of her jersey and his tee shirt. His hand crept 
lower and gently cupped her tight, pert buttocks 
through the fabric of the jersey number 13. He felt the 
elastic bands of her tiny panties as he explored her 
curves.

"Ohhh," Sam moaned softly when they changed direction 
and Tony's well-muscled leg slipped between her slim, 
young thighs and press against her pubic region.

Tony flinched. "My God," he thought, "What am I doing?" 
He tried to pull away but Sam gripped him tightly 
around the waist and pulled him against her. She 
continued to dance.

"Don't stop Daddy. Please dance with me some more," she 
pleaded as she again pressed her small breasts against 
his stomach and rubbed her sharp little pubic bone 
against his thigh. 

Tony was no match for her persistence and again moved 
slowly to the music as he held her small body in his 
arms.

Angela's heart beat wildly beneath her full breasts. 
She couldn't believe what she was watching. And it was 
actually exciting to her. She had nearly forgotten how 
romantic and sensual dancing could be. Her nipples grew 
hard and rubbed deliciously against the front of her 
gown. Her thighs involuntarily rubbed against each 
other. Her breathing became somewhat labored as she 
watched father and daughter dance. 

Samantha jerked as she felt something press against her 
back and strange arms encircle her.

"Whaaa," Tony began to protest when he felt Angela's 
arms around him pulling him tighter against his 
daughter.

"Mind if I join," asked Angela? I love to dance. Maybe 
I can help."

No one spoke. The three of them clung to each other, 
Samantha sandwiched between the two adults moving to 
the sweet music. Angela was a little taller than Tony 
and towered over Sam. Her full breasts rested on Sam's 
shoulders and her face was inches from Tony's. He felt 
her hot breath on his face. Her moist, red lips were 
parted in apparent excitement.

Tony's arms reached around Angela's back and held her 
tightly against his daughter. 
Angela leaned forward and whispered sexily in Tony's 
ear. "You've taught her how to dance Tony but what 
about the kissing part?" 

"Yea, oh yea," he responded timidly, as he separated 
from them. He took Sam's hand and led her to the couch. 
"Sit down honey. I'm going to teach you how to kiss." 
Sam sat down on Tony's lap and turned sideways to face 
him. Angela sat down at the other end of the couch, not 
believing what she was witnessing. 

"Okay Daddy, I'm ready." She closed her eyes and 
puckered her little lips, expecting the only kind of 
fatherly kiss she had ever experienced. Tony leaned 
towards her and touched his lips to hers. He was afraid 
to move. He knew it was wrong. Then he felt her lips 
move ever so slightly. 

His lips parted and just as she had followed his dance 
steps she followed the movement of his lips. His mouth 
opened farther. Her mouth opened farther. His tongue 
slipped between her lips. Her mouth opened wider to 
accept it. She moaned softly against his open mouth. 
She had never felt anything like it before. She liked 
it. She liked being wanted and loved.

Angela slid closer to Samantha, watching every move, 
becoming more and more aroused watching father and 
daughter kiss as lovers would. Tony's hands held Sam's 
face as his tongue moved around the inside of her moist 
mouth. 

"Ohhh yes honey," Tony moaned as he felt the tip of 
Sam's tongue jab back at his and slide inside his 
mouth. She mocked everything he did, using her tongue 
exactly as he did. They kissed each with a passion 
usually reserved for lovers. Her little tongue searched 
and stabbed about inside his open mouth, then retreated 
as his slid deeply inside hers. 

Samantha learned fast. She knew that her father was 
very excited but she didn't know what was supposed to 
happen next. Then Tony slid her off his lap and placed 
her on the couch between Angela and himself. His mouth 
found Sam's and he again kissed her deeply. His hand 
found the hem of jersey number 13 and slipped beneath 
it to rest on her bare knee. Sam kissed him back 
sliding her now experienced tongue deeply inside his 
mouth. Her hand rested on his knee. His hand moved 
upward along her slim, supple thigh. Sam's hand moved 
upward on his thigh. Tony dared not go farther. Her 
hand might discover something she was not yet ready 
for. 

Angela's fingers combed through Sam's short dark hair. 
Her other hand brushed up and down along the young 
girl's bare arm, lightly stroking the sensitive flesh 
on the inside of her elbow. Sam was floating in 
ecstasy, unprepared but not afraid of all that was 
happening to her. Tony's hand cupped a firm, conical, 
little breast through the fabric of the jersey and 
teased the tiny, erect peak. 

Angela leaned towards Sam and whispered in her ear, 
"Don't be afraid darling. No one will hurt you. Just 
relax and enjoy it." Angela's hot breath covered the 
young girl's ear and her tongue explored the inside of 
it. 

Sam felt hands now on both breasts and teasing both 
stiff nipples. Her head lay back against the backrest 
and rolled from side to side. Angela found the hem of 
the jersey and pulled it up and over the girl's head 
leaving her only in tiny, white lace panties. 

Tony's heart raced as he saw Sam naked for the first 
time in several years. Her little breasts were 
beautiful. They were pale, conical, mounds, sharply 
contrasting against her swimming suit tan lines. The 
little, pinkish tan nipples stood upright begging for 
attention. Tony's index finger traced its way around 
each little breast and gently touched each stiff little 
bud. 

"Beautiful," Angela whispered, as she looked at the 
perfect little breasts, "Just beautiful." Her head 
dipped and she touched one of the turgid nipples with 
the tip of her tongue. She slowly and gently teased at 
the pink nub then took it inside her warm mouth. She 
sucked it gently, feeling it grow against her tongue.

Tony was mesmerized as he watched his beautiful, blonde 
boss suck hungrily on his pretty daughter's tender 
little nipple. His mouth moved to the neglected breast 
and sucked the entire mound inside his mouth.

Samantha's hips moved up and down and from side to side 
involuntarily as her father and Angela paid homage to 
her sweet young body. Without warning Angela's mouth 
covered Sam's lips and her tongue slid deep inside 
kissing her deeply. 

Sam moaned against Angela's mouth, "Ohhhh Angela, 
Angela. Ohhh Daddy Ohhh."

Tony's mouth moved downward along the nubile, young 
body. His tongue flicked at the tiny navel then stopped 
at the top of her panties. His fingers slipped inside 
the elastic waistband and slowly began to pull the 
dainty panties down. Samantha raised her hips to allow 
him to slide them off. She dropped her hips back down 
on the edge of the couch. Her legs parted slightly 
revealing her sweet, little mound of love to his eyes.

A tiny patch of soft, fine, dark pubic hair lay on top 
of her mound. Beneath was the pure pink sweetness of 
her virginal little pussy, totally bare. Tony gasped as 
he saw the plump little lips between her slim thighs. 
His fingers teased at the downy pubic hair as his other 
hand pulled at the stiff nipple of her right breast. 
Angela's fingers teased and rolled the other one as her 
lips and tongue continued to invade Sam's mouth. 

Tony knelt on the floor between Sam's open legs. His 
mouth kissed and licked its way along each of her feet 
up her shapely legs to her inner thighs. She felt his 
hot mouth in the hollow between her thigh and swollen 
little pussy. Her legs opened wider as he placed his 
forefingers on her swollen, little pussy lips and 
opened her like a blooming, pink, rose bud. 

"Ohhh Daddy," she groaned, as she felt the tip of his 
tongue against the bottom of her moist, little slit, 
then slide upwards along the length of it. His hands 
cupped her tight little buttocks as his thumbs held her 
pussy open for his tongue to explore. The tip of his 
tongue teased her mercilessly, touching all around her 
open wetness then slowly found its way to the wanting 
opening and slipped inside.

Angela slid off the couch and knelt next to Tony on the 
floor, watching him tongue the tight little slit. Her 
fingers clutched Tony's hair and she pulled his face to 
hers mashing her mouth against his and slipping her 
tongue inside. Her hand stroked along the length of 
Sam's inner thigh and pressed against the warm wetness 
of the smooth, little pussy. Her finger slipped between 
the wet lips and stroked up and down stopping at the 
top to tease the tiny pink bud of the young girl's 
clit.

"Angela," moaned Sam, "Ohhh Angela."

Angela released Tony's hair and guided his face back to 
the clasping little pussy. She crawled behind him and 
wrapped her arms around his waist. Her hands moved down 
to the bulge in front of his tight jeans where his 
throbbing organ threatened to burst out at any moment. 
She deftly unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper 
down. Her hand slipped inside his shorts and discovered 
the throbbing hardness. 

"My God Tony, you're fantastic," she said as her hand 
wrapped around the massive girth of his aching cock and 
slowly stroked it up and down.

Tony continued to feast on the sweet little morsel 
between Sam's legs, licking and teasing the tender 
inner lips and sensitive little clit. Sam's little hips 
bucked up and down against Tony's mouth. She felt her 
darling pussy swell and ache with want. Sam had never 
experienced an orgasm and did not understand the 
feelings, which were about to overcome her. Her moist 
little fingers pulled and pinched at her own puffy, 
aching nipples. The stiff tongue stabbed in and out of 
her clasping pussy faster and faster, harder and deeper 
until she was near the edge, then over. 

The young girl moaned loudly, "Daddy, ohhhh Daddy, 
Yessssss!"

Sam's little hips relaxed and dropped back down to the 
edge of the couch. Tony's mouth still pressed snugly 
against the sweet, open lips, covered with slick 
moisture. 

"It's time Tony," he heard Angela whisper. "She's 
ready." Angela breathing was heavily labored. Her 
large, hard, pink nipples poked at the satin fabric of 
her gown. She moved to Tony's side, never releasing her 
grip on his smooth, hard cock.

Tony reluctantly removed his mouth from Sam's wet 
sweetness and slowly moved forwards. Angela's hand 
stroked the big, ready organ as she guided it to the 
open petals of the young girl's virginal flower. Her 
finger moved over the giant, purple cock head to spread 
the available amount of pre-come lubricant. Angela 
placed her free hand on Sam's tummy then let it move 
lower to touch and stroke the wet pussy. Her fingers 
gently opened the sugary, slick lips while her other 
hand placed the giant purple cock head against them and 
rubbed up and down the length of the slit. 

Sam looked down and shuddered, partly in fear and 
partly in desire. She had never seen anything even 
remotely like Tony's great cock. It was at least nine 
inches long and nearly as thick as her arm. The feel of 
it rubbing up and down her aching pussy was fantastic. 
Her legs opened wider and her hips rose up from the 
couch as the giant head began to search for the tiny 
opening.

"Its okay Sammie honey," Angela reassured her, "he'll 
go very slowly. Don't be afraid. Just let us know if it 
hurts and we'll stop."

Sam couldn't speak. Neither could Tony. Angela had 
taken total control.

"Okay Tony, she whispered," Do it. Put it in. Go slow. 
Don't hurt her." Tony used his fingers to help Angela 
spread the tiny lips as she pointed the throbbing cock 
at the mouth of the hungry little cunt. Tony's hips 
rocked slightly forward and some way the giant head 
slipped between the warm, moisture-laden lips. He began 
to move his hips in a steady rhythm back and forth and 
side to side, forcing an inch of thick cock at a time 
inside the smoldering little vise. 

"Ohhh Daddy," Sam moaned loudly, "It feels so good, so 
good, yes, yes, yes.

Tony rocked back and forth gaining with each stroke 
until half of the throbbing giant was inside the sweet 
girl. Angela's hand wrapped around the base of the 
pumping cock insuring that it was not allowed to rip 
into the girl's little body. Tony's hands cupped Sam's 
tight little ass and pulled her hips toward him forcing 
another two inches deep inside her. Sam recoiled. The 
giant cock head banged against her cervix and stirred 
her very insides.

"Ohhhh Daddddy! Daddddy it hurts!"

Tony stopped to allow her stretched pussy to adapt to 
the invading monster filling her very being. 

"It's okay honey," whispered Angela. Her lips found 
Sam's and she kissed the young girl lovingly, slowly 
letting her tongue search the recesses of Sam's mouth. 
Sam began to relax and return the kiss.

Tony began to slowly thrust his hips forward as his 
hands pulled Sam against him forcing his cock to sink 
deeper and deeper inside Sam's tight, young cunt until 
it was nearly completely buried. 

Angela removed her hand from the base of Tony's thick 
cock to allow the remaining couple of inches to sink 
inside the tightly stretched little cunt. Tony's cock 
slid in and out slowly and methodically. The feeling of 
the wet, hot tightness surrounding his giant organ was 
almost unbearable. 

Angela's lips captured first one hard little nipple 
then the other, sucking them deeply inside her mouth, 
whipping them with her tongue. Her fingers teased and 
pinched at the other one. She couldn't take her eyes of 
the giant cock sliding in and out of the tight, 
clasping pussy. She imagined what it would feel like 
deep inside her own hungry cunt. "God, how she needed 
something inside her. She felt so empty."

Angela pulled the top of her satin gown down revealing 
her large, beautiful breasts with their swollen, pink 
nipples. She leaned forwards and let them rub against 
Sam's face. The young girl opened her eyes to admire 
the most beautiful breasts she could imagine. Without 
hesitation Sam opened her moist lips and took the 
aching nub inside her mouth. 

"Ohhhh yessss, sweetie," Angela moaned, as she felt her 
aching nipples being sucked by the sweet little girl. 
Sam's tongue teased and licked at the bright, pink, 
elongated nipples, first one then the other. 

Tony moaned loudly and began to buck wildly against his 
little daughter's loins. He was so close to orgasm. He 
suddenly lost control and gripped the tight little ass 
in his hands and pumped his throbbing cock ruthlessly 
in and out of her aching cunt.


Samantha was also on the verge of coming and threw her 
little hips back against his. As she sucked hungrily on 
Angela's long, hard , nipples. Sweat poured off both of 
them as they raced to finish. Suddenly Tony drove 
deeply inside her and stopped. His rigid cock began to 
twitch and jerk as it released a torrent of warm, 
white, liquid deep inside Sam's body. The feel of the 
jerking cock against her insides caused her to come 
immediately. Their bodies locked together as wave after 
wave of orgasmic pleasure rushed over them.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daaaaddy," Samantha screamed, as she 
experienced a shattering orgasm.

Their hips collapsed back down on the smooth leather of 
the couch and Samantha moaned loudly, "Ohhh Daddy it 
hurts."

Tony leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers. 
"I'm sorry honey. I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to hurt 
you." he moaned into her open mouth.

"Oh no Daddy, no, I loved it, I just have a cramp in my 
leg. Please don't feel bad, please, please don't." Tony 
realized that in the throes of passion he had spread 
her slim little legs apart so far to accommodate his 
pumping hips that she was nearly doing the splits. He 
released her thighs and allowed her legs to press 
against his sides. 

"Oh, honey, I love you so much," he said. His cock 
still embedded deep inside the slick confines of her 
steamy, little cunt began to subside. 

Angela lay back against the couch, her bare breasts 
with their throbbing nipples swaying with every 
movement. Her hand stroked up and down against her 
aching pussy through her gown. "Wow," she said, "That 
was unbelievable. I've never ever felt so excited. You 
are beautiful Sam, no, I mean Samantha." 

Tony rose up from Sam's sated little body, slowly 
removing his slick, semi-erect cock from her young 
pussy. He looked at Angela and spoke softly. "I'm sorry 
Angela. We completely neglected you. How can we make it 
up to you?"

"I want you Tony. I really want you," she spoke 
huskily. She pulled the satin gown up over her head and 
threw it over the back of the couch. She removed her 
white, lace, high cut panties and placed one long 
shapely leg on top of the couch back and put the other 
foot flat on the floor. 

Tony's mouth fell open. Angela lay totally exposed 
right in front of him. Her full, firm breasts were 
topped with large, pink nipples, hard, wet, and erect 
from the excitement of watching Tony and Sam make love 
and Sam's hot little mouth sucking madly on them.

Her narrow waist flared out to wide hips and firm, 
round buttocks. Nestled between her long supple thighs, 
her lovely, very wet, very swollen pussy, framed with 
soft, blond fleece begged for attention.


Angela's right hand slid down over the slope of her 
tummy and combed through the blond curls. Her middle 
finger searched and found the throbbing little nub at 
the top of her pink slit and rolled it around like a 
marble in oil. Her hips rose and down as her finger 
slid easily deep inside her swollen, aching cunt. She 
slowly and deliberately stroked her long finger in and 
out as her other hand teased and pinched her full, hard 
nipples. 

Tony knelt on the couch between Angela's outstretched 
legs. His hand gripped his, now hard cock and slowly 
rubbed the giant head up and down the wet lips. 
Angela's hand found Tony's hand wrapped around his 
cock. "Let me," she groaned. Her hand guided the giant 
invader to her hungry opening and pulled it between her 
spread lips. Her hands gripped his buttocks and pulled 
him roughly against her hips. 

The giant cock slid long and true into her very depths 
until it was completely buried inside the long 
neglected cunt.

"Ohhhhhhh, my God Tony, yesssss, yesssss, yesssss." 

His hips moved back and forth and from side to side 
around, forcing the hard cock to find and rub every 
nook and cranny of her sweet cunt. Faster and faster 
his hips pumped against her bringing her to the brink 
of orgasm.

Just as Angela was about to scream, she felt Sam's 
small mouth on hers and the girl's inquisitive tongue 
searched inside her mouth.

"Ohhhhh yessss," her moans muffled by Sam's mouth and 
tongue. "Yessss darling. I'm commmming, I'm commming."

Tony's hands gripped Angela's wide hips and pulled them 
hard against his forcing every bit of the giant monster 
inside her and held it there as it began to throb and 
spurt and bathe her insides.

Sam held the big, beautiful breasts in her hands and 
pulled at the long, tight nipples as she continued to 
kiss the older woman.

"Oh wow," Angela cried, as her shattering orgasm 
subsided and her hips fell back to the couch. "That was 
unbelievable, incredible. I love both of you very 
much."

"You mean you don't think I'm a monster for what 
happened," asked Tony?

"You mean, maybe we can do it again sometime," asked 
Samantha?

"You're not a monster Tony, and yes Sam we'll 
definitely do it again. After all, Who's the Boss? 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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