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Birthdays	By : pbow320 Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 22451 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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DP Ch 8

Maddie slowly closed the bedroom door to Danny's room and locked it again. As she turned she saw Jazz coming up the stairs. "Hey mom," the young lady with long red hair chimed sunnily, "I thought I heard Sam come in. Is she in Danny’s room with him?“

"They’re in there," Maddie affirmed with a nod and broad smile, "and I think they're about to celebrate the fact that Danny got his homework done on time."

“Yeah,” Jazz giggled like a school girl, which she still technically was. "Sam told me about their deal. If Danny gets all of his homework done then they're free and clear for a weekend of kissing and more."

"Just as long as it doesn't get too heavy," the older woman said as she turned and walked down the hallway with her daughter. "I was going to watch them for a while to make sure they don't overstep their promise of not going all the way. Would you care to join me?"

"You're gonna watch them?" Jazz stopped in her tracks with her mouth hanging wide and eye's bugging out.

"What?" Maddie asked incredulously as she opened a hall closet and pushed a secret button just inside the doorway at the top of the frame. "You don't think I want to become a grandmother before I'm ready, do you?" The back wall slid aside and revealed a small room filled from floor to ceiling with monitors, digital video recorders and other various electronic equipment.

Jazz stuck her head partway into the room, still gaping in astonishment. "Is this how you knew Paul and I were about to make out in my bedroom last Summer?" Jazz asked in disbelief.

"Of course, dear," Maddie cooed to her daughter. She patted the seat of an office chair as she sat down in another. "That's why I knocked on your door to break the mood. I know hearing a parent's voice through the bedroom door at that particular time is like throwing a pitcher of ice cold water on a guy's libido." She chuckled briefly at the remembrance before she punched a few buttons and Danny's room came in clean and clear on the main, 26 inch monitor in the middle of one wall.

Jazz quickly sat down and scooted up as she watched Danny and Sam making out on his bed. "But," a thought suddenly struck her, "what if you're not in here, in this room, when something is happening?"

"Oh that," Maddie chuckled again. "I have all the rooms fitted with odor sensors that your father and I invented. They sniff out male and female pheromones among other things. If you or Danny do anything while I'm not in this room, I get paged and the image comes through on my Fenton Cell Phone." She pulled the small electronic device out of the pouch on her hip and flipped it open, showing Jazz the exact same image they were watching on the big monitor.

"But what if Danny and Sam do it in her room?"

Maddie's smile turned almost sinister as she punched up another camera and hit a button. The picture blurred a bit and Jazz realized it was Sam's bedroom and the video was rewinding. The auburn-haired woman pushed the stop button and the picture froze at the precise spot where it appeared that both Jazz and Sam were at the ultimate peak of their passion. "Mrs. Manson and I have become friends since that Circus Gothica incident and she agreed to have a camera and sensors installed in Sam's room. In fact, she insisted that I wire their whole house except for her bedroom."

"You're not going to let Sam's parents see this," Jazz squeaked and blushed furiously. "I-I..."

"Don't worry Jazz dear," Maddie cooed and patted a gentle, motherly hand on her daughter's shoulder to calm her down. "The Manson's only want to know if I get video of Sam and Danny going too far. I think it was very considerate of you to take Sam under your wing and make sure she was ready for next weekend's activities. As a matter of fact I was considering doing the same thing since it appears Danny just told Sam about my little lesson while you were tutoring her."

Jazz punched Danny's room back up on the large screen and watched as the two teens snuggled and chatted. "Well, at least they're talking right now and Danny's not fast asleep."

"Yes but they almost went all the way," Maddie sighed and pointed to two large warning lights prominently positioned at the top of the monitors, one red and the other yellow. The yellow, five inch diameter indicator light flashed out its warning. "If there were any actual breech of pussy lips by Danny's dick, the red alarm would have sounded. With only the yellow light flashing, it appears that they only went as far as a dry hump." She looked over to her daughter and saw Jazz had her shirt rolled up above her bare, tiny tits and was slumped down in the chair with her slacks around her ankles and three fingers deep in her cunt as the young woman intently peered at her brother's manhood on the monitor. "Is all this making you a bit horny, Jazz dear?"

Jazz peered lustily at her mother, bit her lower lip in sexual anxiety and nodded weakly.

Maddie pushed another button and a large double sized bed slid out from the back wall. She quickly slunk out of her blue Haz Mat jumpsuit and laid down on the bed. "If you want, mommy can take care of your little feminine itch." Maddie patted the bed sheets next to her.

Jazz practically leapt onto the bed and smashed her mouth onto her mother's, leaving her shoes and turquoise slacks on the floor half way to the bed. Her fingers reluctantly left their wet delving work as they were pushed aside by her mother's expert hand. Jazz wrapped her arms around Maddie's neck which crushed her petite almost B-cup boobs against her mother's much larger tits. Her rasping, ragged breath caused her chest to heave and nipples to jostle against her mother's sending a small shock wave through both of their bodies.

After the first orgasmic spasm subsided Jazz pulled slightly out of the embrace and smiled at Maddie. "Thanks mom," she sighed. "And all this eases my mind a little too. I was beginning to think you had ESP or something since you knew when I was about to make love with Paul or Kevin or Kim or Eric or..." She blushed an adorable shade of pink and giggled. "Anyway, now I know why you knew what you knew when you knew it."

"And just to let you know," Maddie smirked evilly at her daughter in her arms, "I also have your dorm room and a few other places monitored at your college. I'll give you a call if I think you're taking things a little too far."

"Thanks, mom," Jazz whined, knowing all too well that her mother had been watching her like a hawk and an active sex life at college would now be that much more difficult to have.

A small blue indicator light started to flash up in the corner of the room and the door to the secret monitoring station silently closed. A tiny, 5 inch monitor below the light came to life and showed Jack Fenton clomping up the stairs to the second floor. "It looks like your father is trying to find us," Maddie sighed and snuggled further into her daughter's embrace. "This room is soundproofed but just to be safe, keep the noise down. Sooner or later he'll give up his search and go back downstairs."

The two women snuggled and fondled as they distractedly watched two of the monitors; One showing Jack Fenton looking around the empty second floor hallway and the other of Danny and Sam quietly sucking face, locked in each others arms on his bed.

Danny heard his father noisily stomping up the steps in his usual manner and put a finger to Sam's lips. "Just be quiet Sam," he cautioned in a hushed tone. "If dad can't find anyone after a minute he'll give up and go back down stairs." The two teens cuddled, kissed and fondled distractedly as they listened to Jack in the hallway.

"I swear," Jack Fenton swore loudly as he scratched his head. "Sometimes it seems like people can simply disappear in this house. It's as if they become ghosts or something." He shrugged his shoulders and quickly raced back down to the basement lab to do some more work.
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I’m sorry, I failed you. After seven chapters, I couldn’t end this one with a “Whoa.”
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