Pepper started to reply, but Diane cut her off. "She's old enough to fuck."

"I don't want any trouble," Joe said, starting to draw away.

"I'm her mother," Diane said, caressing Frank, stroking along the bulge of his trunks. "You won't have any problems."

"Shit, a mother-daughter team!" Joe said. "I've heard of that before." He sat up and looked at his friend. "Frank, we better drop this. After we fuck them, they'll ask for plenty, and if they don't get it, they yell rape! I know how this shit works. Come an, Frank, let's haul ass."

But Frank's cock was gripped by Diane's hot fist. He had one hand up her dress and was stroking her cunt through her panties. He looked at his friend, then at Diane. "Is that it, lady?" he asked.

"Your loss," Diane said, starting to move away. "Come on, Pepper. It looks like we got some real fuck-ups."

"Wait," Frank said suddenly, grabbing Diane's wrist. "Did you say Pepper?"

"Pepper's my daughter," Diane said.

"You know Hank?"

"Of course," Diane replied.

"He told us about you and Pepper," Frank said. "Hey, Joe, this isn't a deal like that. You remember what Hank said before he left?"

Joe was interested again. "Yeah," he grunted, slipping his hand underneath Pepper's skirt. "Two hot cunts, he said."

Diane lay back down, snuggling against Frank. Her hand went into his trunks and grasped his throbbing cock. "Oh, Frank!" she cooed. "You have a nice cock here! I'm going to love it! Ooooh, so big!"

"Hold my prick, baby," Joe said, taking Pepper's hand and placing it on his cock. "Hold my cock!"

Pepper was writhing already with delight as she ran her hand over his bulging hard-on. She twisted her little ass about with increasing pleasure. Her cunt was bubbling as it had with Hank. When Joe leaned forward and shoved his tongue into her mouth, she began to suck hotly on it, mewling softly.