Janey Plays Therapist
By Gerbil
Dad & Amazon daughter meet an Amazon Mom with hunk son. 


It was early Saturday morning, a week after Janey won the 165 pound 
class of the Virginia High School State Championships. Things had 
finally settled down a little bit after dealing with the media all 
week as well as recruiters for university wrestling programs. Since 
Janey was only a high school sophomore, I dreaded the thought of two 
more years of late night phone calls constantly trying to sell their 
school to Janey and get her to wrestle for them when she graduated. 
The week also helped ease the guilt which I had felt when Janey gave 
me that incredible kiss after her win. I still got very excited 
thinking about it, and equally excited as I thought about the massage 
I had given to her young beautifully muscled body after we arrived 
home, to ease the aches. God I can still remember her lying there 
naked on my bed. I hadn't seen her naked since her days as a toddler 
and the contrast of her milky white ass from her bikini bottom with 
the bronzed muscles of the rest of her body made my head swim as my 
hands nervously glided over her flesh. I was hard as a rock as fought 
against my conscience and ran my hands along her solid glutes. She 
separated her thighs so I was given a clear view of the thick blond 
muff of her sweat young pussy lips and I was getting dizzier by the 
minute. I wanted to smell her sweet scent and taste her exotic nectar, 
but eventually my sanity returned and I popped her on that sweet 
bottom and said, "Okay baby, Daddy's tired. That's enough for right 
now."

I had quickly risen and turned to the dresser so my back was to her, 
so she couldn't see my engorged penis. 

She sighed and whined in her sexy little girl voice, "Just a little 
more? It feels soooo good." 

I still remained facing the dresser and finally my daughter got up and 
picked up the towel, but did not bother to cover herself. She moved 
toward me and said, "Okay Daddy. I guess I am a little tired myself. 
Thanks for everything." She then planted a kiss on my cheek as she 
headed toward her room. I could not take my eyes off her incredibly 
beautiful 16 year old body made of steel. The body which three hours 
earlier had defeated the reigning 18 year old, two time State Champ. 
She had nonchalantly draped the towel over her shoulder and I watched 
the muscles of her ass and legs dance wildly as she exited my room.

God I hated myself, but I needed some relief and as soon as I heard 
her door close, I ripped off my clothes and beat my meat until I felt 
like I was raw, unable to get my daughter's rippling muscles and 
intoxicating movements out of my mind.

It continued to be rough on me, dealing with these lustful feelings 
for my own flesh and blood, but they had finally subsided - a little. 
We were having a breakfast and making small talk when the phone rang.

I picked it up and a rather sultry voice asked for me. Anticipating a 
usual sales call and getting ready to hang up quickly, I rolled my 
eyes at Janey and said, "This is Mr. Walters, but I need to warn you 
that I'm not interested in anything you're selling."

"Oh, I'm not selling anything. My name is Darlene Babson and if you 
are the right Walters in the phone book, your daughter wrestled my son 
in the Championship match last weekend."

For some reason I instantly became cautious and looking at Janey 
pointed to the receiver with a wrinkled confused look on my face. 
"Well, I don't know his name, but yes, my daughter did wrestle the 165 
pounder from Bishop last Friday night."

"That would be my son David, and I am quite concerned with how he has 
accepted his first loss in over three years. He refuses to eat, go to 
school and all he wants to do is lay around and sleep. When he doesn't 
think anyone is listening I hear him in his room berating himself, 
asking himself over and over how he could have let it happen - 
referring to the defeat."

I could hear the concern in her voice and felt her suffering, knowing 
the ties of parent and child. 

"Wow. I'm sorry to hear that. I wish there was something I could do to 
help."

"Well, Mr. Walters, there may be something you can do. Not you 
actually, but perhaps your daughter, Janey is her name?"

"Yes, that's her name, but what could she possibly do to help?"

Janey was becoming more curious by the minute and I had to wave my 
hand to tell her to back off so I could continue listening to Ms. 
Babson.

"Well it may just be a crazy idea, but I was hoping that if Janey had 
an ounce of compassion in her, maybe she could talk to David and 
explain, athlete to athlete that it wasn't the end of the world, and 
perhaps it could have gone the other way and he would have won. Would 
that be asking too much of her? I'm really getting a little desperate 
and don't know what else to try."

Knowing Janey's concern for her fellow man I spoke for her, telling 
Ms. Babson that I would drive her over in a couple hours, since she 
had still not gotten her license.

I explained the situation to Janey after hanging up and two hours 
later we were following the directions to the Babson's house. I looked 
over at Janey dressed in sandals, short silky running shorts and a 
tank top and she radiated a combination of power and sexuality. If she 
couldn't snap David out of his lethargy than David was either dead or 
gay, I thought to myself.

Ms. Babson greeted us at the door and I was stunned with her beauty 
and physical presence. She stood about 5'10" and weighed about 170 
pounds, and it was all muscle, nicely revealed by a yellow sundress, 
which exposed 80% of her sculpted body. She was a grown version of 
Janey, and my heart beat madly as I stuttered our introductions and 
tried not to stare at her firm breasts and incredibly developed arms.

After shaking hands and nearly crushing my fingers with her grip, she 
explained that David didn't know we were coming, but that Janey was 
welcome to go up and see him.

Janey explained on the way over that she really liked David's looks 
and was very impressed with his wrestling abilities and felt bad that 
she beat him if it caused him such pain. We watched her muscular legs 
slowly go up the stairs as she seemed to be in deep thought about what 
she would say.

I followed Ms. Babson into the living room, still unable to take my 
eyes of her beautiful body. 

She turned and smiled and caught me hypnotized by the dance of her 
calves. With a knowing smile, she asked, "Can I get you a drink while 
we wait to see how things go?"

Embarrassed at being caught like a lusting voyeur, I smiled and told 
her I would like that, and hoped she could not read my lustful 
thoughts as I watched her beautiful round ass sway beneath the scant 
material as she moved to the corner bar.

Meanwhile Janey approached David's bedroom door, took a huge breath 
and gave a knock. She heard a feeble "yeah?", so she turned the handle 
and entered the room to see David on his side with his back to her.

Without turning he said "Whadda ya want?"

"I would like to talk to you if it is okay."

David nearly leapt out of his bed as he turned to see who the strange 
voice belonged to. Covering his bare chest with his sheet, he drew 
himself to a sitting position and exclaimed, "It's you. Uh, how did 
you get in here?"

Janey pulled a chair away from his desk and straddled it with her bare 
muscular arms resting on the top back of it. "You're mom seems to be 
concerned and she thought maybe it would be good if we talked."

"Oh great! Why can't she stay out of my life and leave me alone?"

Janey was angered by his reaction. "Because she is concerned about 
you, you whiney little dipshit. I thought you were something special 
when I was wrestling you, but now I can see you're only a little pussy 
who gives up on everything the first time he gets a setback, and turns 
into a wimp just because he's beaten once. You're mom says you can't 
take the loss and you are just giving up like a sniveling little 
coward. Janey could see her plan working as the rage began to build in 
his face.

"No, *you* don't understand Ms-know-it-all-bitch," and he hung his 
head in silence.

Janey thought she saw some tears and couldn't understand this change 
of events. "Then why don't you explain it to me, she said softly?"

After a brief pause, he looked up, and yes, there were tears. "You 
don't have any idea what it's like to see the most beautiful creature 
on earth standing before you, and want to impress that person more 
than anything. That is how I felt from the first time I saw you 
warming up until we finally ended our match. How I wanted to try every 
tactic I ever learned to impress you, but you were able to counter 
everything I tried - and then - you defeated me - I stood no chance of 
asking you out after you conquered me and held me helpless, proving my 
inferiority. And now I top it off by crying in front of you.

Janey couldn't believe what she was hearing. He was not upset about 
losing the state title, or even really losing to a girl, but he was 
upset about "losing her."

She slowly got up from the chair and moved to sit on the bed. She took 
his chin in her hand and looked him straight in the eyes. "Listen 
asshole. I felt the same way in looking at you, and still feel like I 
was very lucky and the match could have gone either way - something 
that I had never felt in any of my other matches. I don't think less 
of you for losing to me, and I certainly don't think only women and 
pussies are permitted to shed tears." She slowly moved forward and 
kissed him fully on the lips, letting her tongue explore his mouth in 
a different kind of wrestling match for at least two minutes.

They broke, both gasping for air, then Janey lifted the sheet and 
looked at the huge bulge making his underwear stand up like a tent. 
She looked at him and playfully said, "Well it appears that the 
patient is coming back to life."

Standing, she crossed her hands to the bottom of her shirt. "Do you 
mind?"

With a broad smile, he answered, "Not at all," and watched her lift 
the shirt over her head.

He was in awe. Throughout three periods of hard wrestling he had felt 
and known almost every inch of her body, but it did not prepare him 
for the vision that stood before him.

She was a sculpted beauty, with beautiful firm breasts, a rock hard 
stomach and arms to rival his own, even in her relaxed state. Moving 
her hands to the waistband of her shorts, she slowly slid them over 
her bulging thighs and calves and let them fall to the floor, 
remaining only in a pair a sheer flowered panties. The contrast of the 
little girl flowers and the fully developed body was making David's 
heart race and his head swim. When she removed the panties to reveal a 
thick patch of blonde hair and a perfectly rounded solid ass he 
thought he would pass out. 

She slowly moved to his bed once again and threw back the sheet. With 
lightning fast motion, she tore off his briefs and smugly said, "Now 
we're going to discuss that earlier 'bitch' comment you made."

Before he could apologize she had thrown her body at his and had 
engulfed his head between her naked thighs. Her beautiful ass and 
pussy were now inches from his nose and lips and he could see the 
moist opening and was being driven crazy both by her sweet aroma and 
her awesome power which he was once again "fortunate" to experience. 

She had him under her control, but it was not merely the control of 
her magnificent strength, she had also taken his swollen cock into her 
mouth and was making long smooth strokes, setting him on fire as she 
simultaneously cupped and kneaded his balls. He had never experienced 
anything like it in his life and he tried to counter, by exploring her 
exposed pussy and asshole with his own probing tongue. Both of them 
clutched at the other, every muscle in both of their athletic bodies 
tensed and began to glisten with sweat. 

The two competitors were at it once again, each looking for an 
advantage, but each savoring every lick and groan. David was losing 
his thoughts as she squeezed his head tighter with her building 
passion and with her almost total control over his raging cock and 
balls. When she slowly stuck a finger into is asshole, he knew he 
couldn't hold on much longer and once again she would show her 
superiority - this time in sex. He tried to clear the cobwebs and once 
again drove his tongue deeply into her delicious crevice. He licked 
her in long loving strokes from the top of her pussy to the beautiful 
puckered asshole and drove his tongue deeply into her delicate virgin 
hole. He could feel her legs tremble a bit and continued his oral 
attack his face now covered with her intoxicating scent and moisture. 
Both of them were moaning loudly but continued their assaults, then 
two seconds before David shot a huge load into her tender lips, 
Janey's legs crushed his head with an awesome display of strength 
doubled by the passion of her own mind blowing orgasm.

Both "combatants" lay on David's bed, totally spent, gasping for 
breath, but delirious with their newfound happiness. Janey unwrapped 
his head from her python grip and moved up to rest her head on his 
shoulder. With his arm around her, David looked over and whispered, 
"You are the most incredible female I have ever met," and kissed her 
on the cheek.

She cuddled closer to him reveling in his natural male scent and 
whispered back, "Mmmm, thanks. You're not so bad yourself. You do 
realize that if we are going to start dating that you may have to get 
used to being defeated by a girl don't you? I can't hide my strength 
or wrestling skills just to appease a male ego."

"I realize that you will be one big challenge and a super handful - 
but I wouldn't have it any other way."

After a quick shower they got dressed and headed downstairs to tell 
"the parents" that they were on their way to grab a bite and catch a 
movie. As they rounded the corner they both stopped in shock to see 
Ms. Babson with her sundress up past her hips and "Daddy" stuck firmly 
between her granite thighs. Although his legs were twisting and 
turning, she held his arms powerless and he was under complete 
control. Hearing their kids enter, they both stared up at them a 
little embarrassed and sheepishly Ms. Babson said, "Uh, I was just 
showing your dad some moves that David could have possibly used in his 
match against you."

Janey just smiled looking at the swollen crotch in her father's shorts 
and said, "Uh huh. Sure. Well Daddy, it looks like you are in good 
hands, so David and I are going out. He said he could give me a ride 
home."

Pausing at the door as they were leaving, she turned, smiled, and 
said, "Now you two behave, and don't be too late Daddy." 

After they left, Darlene and "Daddy" just smiled at each other and 
said simultaneously, "Kids. Gotta love em."

They both got up and went to the window. Then, after the car was 
safely out of sight, they agreed that each was ready for round two and 
began to remove their clothes.

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