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 The Question by NorthernGent {MFg, 1st, con, pet, oral, inc}

   It could have happened anywhere, and most likely does.  However, it
happened here - in Pine Crest.  A small town of seven thousand people, just
ten miles from the city.  A place that one school house serves the entire
community.  A couple of churches and a grocery store is where most of the
town gossip takes place.  The news of the day is talked about at the local
gas station, barber shop or Main Street Café.

   More or less on the edge of town is Jim and Emily Mason's property. 
Almost an acre of land, an older two story house with a wraparound porch,
two car detached garage, a garden shed -shop, and a ten by ten foot
`miniature' play house for their 10 year old daughter are on the property.

   Jim is the Manager of a tire dealership in city.  His duties are
generally managerial; however there are times when he does sales and
installation as well.  During the hours that her fifth grade daughter,
Amber attends school, Emily works part time at a fabric store in the city.
That way she can be home so Amber is not considered to be a latch key kid.

   Today was like every other week day, but it was Friday.  The weekend was
coming, along with the household tasks of laundry, yard work, and grocery
shopping.  Emily was in the process of preparing the evening meal when
Amber walked into the kitchen through the back door.

   "Hi Dear," Emily said.

   "Hi Mom," Amber replied pushing the shoulder length brown hair off her
face.

   "How was school today?" Emily asked.

   "It was ok," Amber answered with her freckled face clearly devoid of
wind-blown hair.

   Emily emptied the colander of green beans into a cooking pot and turned
on the burner.  Amber got a glass of milk and a couple of cookies.

   "Mom, have you ever been felt up?" Amber asked.

   Emily chuckled at the question not because it shouldn't be answered, but
the unexpected manner in which it was asked.  Before she could regain her
composure to answer the question - "Has anyone coped a feel?" Amber asked
trying to ignore the smirk her mother had on her face.

   After a moment of thought and composing herself, Emily responded, "Well
yes, and yes... why do you ask?"

   "At school today, Nancy Adams and Julie Robinson and a couple other
girls were talking.  I overheard Nancy say that Tim Copeland felt her up
behind the Café and she enjoyed it.  And Julie excitedly said that Fred
Harrison had coped a feel at school... When I walked up, they stopped
talking."

   She looked up at her mom and asked, "I don't know what they were talking
about... Would you show me... Can you feel me up?"

   Emily looked at her daughter in disbelief.  Emily was not sure exactly
what to say.  The question itself was bad enough, but the request was
totally unexpected.  Everything about it was absurd.  Amber who was usually
a bit impish and presumptuous was completely sincere and earnest.  The
subject was sexual, and she was only ten.  And the act would be more
meaningful to Amber if it was with a guy, not with her.

   Emily did not respond right away.  After a couple of minutes of thought,
she finally spoke up.  Clearing her throat, she said, "You want me to feel
you up?"

   Amber replied, "Would you please?"

   "Well you know, I am not very good at feeling girls up, but your Daddy
is the best feeler-upper in the world.  He feels me up all the time.  And
he knows how to make you feel real good!" Emily stated.

   "Really?" Amber asked, her bluish-grey eyes looking straight at Emily.

   "Really!" Emily answered.  "If we asked him real nice after supper he
might agree to feel you up.  Would you like that?" she asked.

   "Do you think Daddy would feel me up?" Amber asked.

   "He might, but we are going to have to ask him real nice," Emily
replied.

   "Okay!" Amber shouted.

   Emily then said, "But I have some rules that you need to follow for your
Dad to do this and for me to approve." Amber listened intently as her
mother spoke.

   "First this is a family matter, you cannot tell anyone about it.  Not
your friends, not your teachers, not the minister or the doctor... it is
just between us." Emily pronounced.

   "Why not?" Amber asked.

   "Daddy's usually don't do this sort of thing with daughters as young as
you.  He could get in trouble for helping you," Emily responded as she
fudged the answer a little for the explanation.

   "Okay," Amber said.

   "In order for your Dad to take time to feel you up, your room has to be
clean.  Your bed made, and your dirty clothes in the hamper," Emily
proclaimed.

   "Ahhh Mom!"

   "Don't `Ah Mom' me, if you want me to ask your Dad for something for
you... you have to contribute too." Emily interjected.

   Amber looked a little disappointed as her mother continued.  "And, I
assume that you will want your Dad to do it again in the future.  You have
to have your homework done.  So with this next report card that comes out,
all your grades have to be a `B' or higher," Emily resumed.

   "Additionally nothing your Dad or I show you or do with you, can you do
with anyone - Ever!" Emily said.

   "Do you still want your Dad to feel you up?" Emily asked her daughter.

   "YES!" Amber responded.

   "Lastly those are my requirements; your Dad may have others.  You have
to do whatever he says." Emily added.  "Do you agree?" Emily asked.

   "Sure!" Amber answered.  She looked at the clock on the kitchen wall;
she only had an hour until her Dad got home.  Finishing her cookies and
milk, she put the glass in the sink and started to run out of the kitchen.

   "Where are you going?" Emily asked.

   "To clean my bedroom!" Amber answered.  Emily smiled a knowing smile.

   The hour was just about up when Amber walked into the living room where
Emily was.

   "Mom, could you come check my bedroom?" Amber asked.

   "Okay" Emily answered.

   When they got to Ambers room, all of Ambers clothes were either put away
or in the clothes hamper.  Amber's bed was made, and the room looked
respectable.  As Emily looked around, it wasn't perfect but it was
considerably better than it was an hour ago.  "Can we ask Dad?" Amber
asked.

   "Well your room is much better, we can ask your Dad, but let's see what
his mood is when he gets home - - - however you young lady must keep your
room this clean and you can do better," Emily replied making a point about
greater expectations.  Amber smiled a big smile.

   "Let's go set the table for dinner," Emily said.

   About twenty minutes later, Jim walked through the front door.  Amber
was excited and nervous all at the same time.  All through dinner she
fidgeted and squirmed.  It was difficult to eat with the question she had
on her mind.

   "Do you have ants in your pants Amber?" Jim asked at one point.  The
family got through supper, and Jim went to the living room while Emily and
Amber did the dishes.

   "Can we go ask him?" Amber asked her mother.

   "Sure, let's go see what your father says," Emily answered.  Emily and
Amber walked into the living room just as Jim's favorite sitcom ended. 
Emily picked up the remote and turned the television off.

   "I take it you ladies have something you want to talk about," Jim said.

   "Amber has a question for you, I want you to listen and consider
everything before you answer," Emily said loudly.

   Reaching down to put the remote on the arm of Jim's chair, Emily leaned
in and kissed Jim on the cheek.  "Jim she's ready for what we talked
about," Emily whispered in his ear.

   "Really?" Jim whispered back, "Are you sure it is ok?"

   "She is going to have to learn sometime and we should make sure she
comprehends and appreciates the experiences the right way.  I would rather
have us teach her and have some control over the situation than for her to
get it wrong.  If we don't teach her, some kid will - and we will have to
deal with the consequences," Emily answered as she stood up.

   "Amber" Emily said as she indicated that it was time to ask the
question.

   "Ah... Daddy, there were some girls at school that were talking... and
they said something that I don't understand.  And, ah... Mom?" Amber said.

   "It is okay, you can ask him.  But remember he may have some things that
you and I didn't talk about," Emily replied.  Emily moved behind Amber and
put her hands on her daughter's shoulders to reassure her.

   "Daddy, will you feel me up?" Amber asked.  Behind her, Emily was
nodding in the affirmative indicating her approval.

   Whatever the outcome was going to be, the question had been asked. 
There was no going back.  The words had been spoken.  Amber relaxed a
little.  But knew the question had not been answered yet.

   "I don't know, what are you going to do for me?" Jim asked.

   "I will clean my room, and I will keep my grades up..." Amber answered.

   "Those are for you... what you are going to do for me?" he asked again.

   Amber looked back at her mom.  Emily just shrugged.

   Amber looked back at her dad and asked, "What do you want?"

   Jim considered his answer for a minute or so.  Amber swayed back and
forth waiting for the answer.  "I have some things we will talk about
later, but right now, I want you to give me two hand jobs and two blow jobs
a week." Jim declared.

   Amber quickly turned to her mom and said, "I don't know how to do them."

   "It's alright; I will show you how to do them." Emily said.  Emily
leaned over and whispered something in Amber's ear.

   "You have to give me three organisms a week," Amber said with a smile.
Emily about burst out laughing.  She leaned over again and whispered
something.  Amber whispered back, "What is an orgasm?"

   "Don't worry about it, you will like it." Emily said.

   "You have to give me three orgasms a week," Amber said with a confused
look on her face.

   "Make it two and we have a deal," Jim said.

   Amber looked at her mom again.  Emily nodded her approval.  "Deal!"
Amber said.

   "Let the training begin... and Amber, this doesn't count!" Jim said as
he stood up.  He unfastened his belt, unsnapped and unzipped his pants.  He
pushed his pants and shorts down to his ankles.  Amber's eyes were as big
as saucers.  She had never seen a penis before, definitely not a live one
right in front of her.  Jim sat back down in his chair.

   Seeing her daughter's expression Emily said, "Don't worry, just do what
I do." She reached up and started to unbutton her shirt.

   While she unbuttoning her shirt, Emily leaned into Jim and whispered in
his ear, "You lucky bastard, you had better appreciate the fact that my
Daddy taught me everything about sex therefore I am so supportive and
accepting about you having sex with our daughter from here on out." Emily
removed her top revealing her 38DD breasts nestled in a burgundy lace half
bra.

   Following her mother's example, Amber took of her shirt.  Like her
mother, Amber's ample tits filled the pink bra fully without any gaping in
the cups.  She hasn't worn padded bras since she stated developing; the
single layer satin cloth adhered to the flesh pressed against it -
revealing the contours of her nipples and curvy silhouette of her round
tits.  The pressing flesh pushed the bra outward as the cups covered the
mass, in fact the band did not fully extend to the bottom of the breast
leaving a quarter of an inch of tit exposed and raising the band away from
the chest about a half an inch in front.  She was no typical ten year old.
Her breast development started when she was just eight.  She now measures
30DD-20-28.  Other than her tits and her round buttocks, there is not an
ounce of fat on the girl.

   Emily reached around and unhooked her bra.  With a few shakes of her
shoulders, the weighty orbs pushed the bra down as the straps slide down
her arms.  Her 38DD's hung proudly on her chest.  Amber's bra had a front
closure.  Amber reached up and unfastened it and slowly opened the cups
away from the softball sized hemispheres they moments ago had covered.  The
firm breasts actually didn't need a bra to hold them up, they were dense
and firm.  Even without a bra, her tits only fell a half an inch below the
crease where her tits met her chest.  Perfectly round orbs with areolas the
size of a standard florescent tube, and nipples that projected three eights
of an inch.  Jim saw that both nipples had a little indentation dimple in
the front of them.  The globes had a part almost two inches wide where her
chest bone was.

   Emily knelt down before Jim and reached out to grasp his manhood.  She
started to slowly move her hand up and down bringing him to a full
erection. She looked at Amber and said, "Your turn."

   Amber reached out and took her Dad's penis into her hand as her mother
had done.  She jerked her hand back and forth just like mom.  She felt the
erection strengthen in her hand as she jerked.  Jim reached out and held
his daughter's tit in his hand squeezing it, testing the firmness.

   "You can go a little faster," Emily said to Amber.  What Emily said and
what Amber did was two different things.  She bounced her hand three times
off his nut sack before Emily could grab her hand to protect his genitals.
"Fast - not hard" Emily encouraged her daughter.  But in Amber's defense,
she had never had a person squeezing her tits before and she was a little
distracted.

   Emily watched as her husband began to pump his hips with her daughters
hand stroke.  Although Amber didn't realize it, her body was reacting to
the sexual act as well.  Her nipples were hardening under the massage Jim
with giving them.  Her pussy was starting to lubricate.

   "Amber that is called a Hand Job." Emily announced as she started to
take off her shoes.  "Usually that goes on for a while until your Dad
cums," she unfastened her pants and removed them.  Then Emily slipped out
of her panties revealing nicely trimmed pubic hair and her pussy.

   Kneeling back down in front of Jim she said, "Not I am going to show you
a blow job." With that she leaned forward and parted her lips to accept the
rigid shaft.  Her head moving up and down at about the same pace as Amber's
hand had been stroking.

   Seeing her mother naked, the ten year old also stripped.  Standing naked
before Jim's right side, Jim reached over and commenced kneading her
buttocks.  With each squeeze, his fingers reached deeper into her crack. 
His fingers started to stroke the length of her ass crack to the very edge
of her pussy and back again.

   Emily lifted her head sucking Jim's penis all the way until the head
popped out of her mouth.  "Your turn!" she said to Amber.  Amber started to
move toward the front as her mother had done, but Jim held her ass so she
couldn't move.

   "Bend over the arm of the chair," Jim said.  Amber complied.  Jim
resumed fondling her ass as she put her lips on his dick.  Taking his penis
all the way into her mouth, she closed her lips and started blowing.  Emily
giggled a little then said, "Suck honey, suck!" She added, "I know they
call it a blow job, but it is sucking."

   Being bent over the arm of the chair, Amber's butthole and pussy were
fully exposed to Jim's fingers.  He reached under her with his other hand
and massaged her firm spongy tits.  His fingers slid past her wet pussy and
found her erect clitoris.  He began to circle it with his fingertips. 
Instinctively she spread her legs apart to give him greater access.  A deep
moan arose with each breath that she took as she continued to suck his
dick. Her sucking was harder now.  Her moans had increased into long heavy
groans.

   Emily leaned over and whispered in Jim's ear, "Amber is about ready to
cum."

   With that while Amber was still sucking on his penis, he reached under
her and flipped her upside down so he could lick her pussy.  Jim
immediately started to lick her clitoris in circular motions.  Emily
inserted two fingers into Amber's drenched vagina and started pumping. 
Amber's pussy was totally lubricated.  Emily changed hands and again
inserted two fingers while Jim continued to lick Amber's clitoris.  Then
Emily inserted the tip of her middle finger of the free hand into Amber's
ass hole.  The orifice gave way to the pressure of the invading digit.

   Right then, Amber stopped her sucking.  She gasped for air, and then
grunted loudly.  She gasped for air again, and then at the top of her voice
yelled, "AAAAAAHHHHHhhhhhhhh!" Jim picked up his daughter turned her right
side up and Emily pulled Ambers legs apart just as his penis touched
Amber's pussy.  With one thrust upward as well as him pulling Amber down by
her hips while Emily pushed down on Amber's shoulders - Jim's eight inches
disappeared into Amber.

   Amber felt as the shaft traveled the entire length of her vagina.  She
felt the warmth of his dick as it rubbed the folds of her virginal passage.
Her inspiration was the good feeling it provided and she wanted to feel her
father's penis scraping her insides more.  Jim was already pumping in and
out of her pussy.  She matched his motion with her own.  Twenty more
strokes and she had her second orgasm, much stronger than the first.  She
screamed once again.

   Jim continued to pound away at her pussy.  At the moment she was ready
to orgasm for the third time, her vagina and stomach clinched, her legs and
arm muscles contracted and her head throw backwards as she yelled
forcefully once more... And Jim emptied his sperm into her waiting womb.

   EPILOG

   Amber did keep her promises.  Her room was immaculate; her grades were
always in the "A's" and "B's".  She has been a lot more helpful as well. 
Jim imposed a new rule, you can only wear shoes and socks in the house. 
She had no problem with the "hand job / blow job" rule, seems like she had
sex about five times a week.  Besides, Jim cops a feel of Amber's naked
tits, ass and pussy anytime he wants.  Jim and Emily had the doctor inject
Norplant in Amber - - - They convinced the doctor "with tits like hers at
ten, would you want your daughter to be around boys to get pregnant?" Jim
and Emily just purchased a King Size bed for some reason.  And at school,
when the other girls are talking about getting felt up or some boy copping
a feel... Amber just smiles knowing that she is the only one in the fifth
grade who gets to sleep in their parent's bed every night - - - that is
when she sleeps.  And for those of you who are wondering - at age 16, Amber
wore a 36DDD bra surpassing her mother.

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   Disclaimer The Question is a work of fiction.  Names, characters,
places, situations and incidents either are products of the author's
imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or
locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  People's
names in the story may or may not be similar to actual names; however the
process of name selection for the characters was derived from an electronic
process more akin to chance instead of selecting an actual person's name.
Depictions of actual products in the story should not be considered either
an endorsement or criticism, but exist in the story only because they occur
in the culture and the reader better understands situations in the story
because of the context.

   (C) 2013 NorthernGent, story is given freely for personal reading
enjoyment - not to be redistributed or republished singly or in a
collection elsewhere.  Writing is available in the pubic venues, however is
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   I hope you enjoyed the story.  If you have comments or suggestions,
please feel free to contact me.  NorthernGent@Outlook.com