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Authors’ notes: This is a joint work written by qqnforyou6 (Allen) and angelove_2001 (Brei). We appreciate ANY and ALL feedback, so please feel free to comment on likes, dislikes, and offer any suggestions. For more incest works, see Allen’s profile. Also, look for continuing chapters of this story approximately every two weeks. Thank you.

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(Allen)

Monday morning arrived and before I knew it I found myself back at the office. “Where in the hell did the weekend go?” I asked myself. I sat at my desk and took care of the many tasks that needed completing. Finally after getting bored I decided to take a quick break. I reached for my briefcase and dialed the combinations to unlock it. My fingers began to tremble as I slowly opened it while glancing around to see if anyone was near. I reached inside and felt for my magazine. I slid the magazine from my briefcase onto my desk. Leafing through the magazine I was mesmerized by the pictures and the captions under them. I couldn’t believe this lifestyle and the effect it was having on me.

As I continued to look at the pictures I felt so guilty. Guilty because I was too stubborn and actually too afraid to explore this with my wife. And what really sucked was the fact that she was now gone and I could never explore this with her. Sadness seemed to overtake me and I noticed a tear running down my cheek. Using my thumb, I reached up and wiped the salty residue from my cheek. ‘Oh god how I wish I would have listened to her,’ I thought to myself.

The pictures were unbelievable. Girls shackled and being whipped. Girls tied down and blindfolded while a ‘master’ poured hot candle wax on them. I pictured my wife in this picture. I tried to fantasize how she would sound. How she would scream. How she would cum. I slowly closed the magazine and slid it into my briefcase.

Just as I closed the top, my secretary Janelle walked into my office. Janelle was 39 and gorgeous. Her blonde hair was perfectly straight and came down to mid-back. Her blue eyes were enough to freeze any man who looked into them. She was married and had two children but you couldn’t tell it from her figure. She always dressed conservatively but for some reason today she didn’t. She sat down in front of my desk and I almost fainted when she crossed her legs, giving me a panty shot for a brief second.

She began to ask me questions and I began to give her answers. The longer she sat in front of me the more I began to think about how hot of a fuck she would be. As she talked she continued to bounce her leg up and down, and only her big toe kept her sexy high heel shoe from falling to the floor. As I answered her question I noticed a hint of nipple pushing through her bra and blouse. ‘Nice rack,’ I thought to myself as we continued to converse. My cock was still throbbing from looking at those sultry pictures and my hot secretary wasn’t helping matters by sitting like she was in front of me. As she continued to bounce her foot up and down, her skirt continued to hike farther and farther up, exposing her hip. I could see the white tie hanging down from the waist band of her panties. My god, how I would like to bite that string and untie her panties. Just then, Janelle stood up and turned and walked towards the door. As she closed the door behind her I couldn’t help but to stare at her ass until it was no longer visible.

I flipped my computer on and decided to see if my online daughter was online or had left me an email. There was only a message in my email box so I opened it. Here is what I read. “Hi daddy, I really miss you. We haven’t chatted as much as I wish we would. I bought this sexy pair of stiletto heels I would love to wear while you make love to me. I feel so naughty when I wear them. In fact, last night I wore them while I was thinking about you and masturbating. My toes felt so good curling inside them when I came. I wish I was there right now with my ankles resting on your shoulders while you slowly fuck me from one orgasm to another. I just can’t get enough of this fantasy daddy! You turn me on so much daddy. Email me back soon, I miss you daddy, signed ‘your little girl’.”

I took a deep breath and then clicked on the ‘reply’ button. A new email screen popped up with her screen name in the box. I reached down and squeezed my aching cock. ‘God I need to cum as soon as I get home tonight,’ I thought to myself. I began to type. “Oh baby, you make daddy so happy. I dream about you all day long, wondering what it would be like to be with you. To hear you calling me ‘daddy’ to moan ‘oh daddy yes’ while I lick your pretty little pussy. I often wonder what your little pussy tastes like. Daddy loves to eat pussy you know, and one day daddy will eat your pussy. I have to say you turn me on like no other. Your words that you type are so soft and sensitive yet so sultry and alluring. If you only knew how hard you make your father’s cock. I have to get going baby, but when I get home I will jack off and I will be thinking of you and izmir escort in my mind, I will be cumming on your face. Oh baby have a wonderful night and I will be looking for you! Be good baby, signed Daddy.”

I shut my computer down as I realized that it was now time to go home. I grabbed my briefcase and headed home. As I pulled into my driveway I noticed that Brei wasn’t home. ‘Good,’ I thought. I’ll be able to ‘take care of some business.’ I undressed as soon as I got home. I walked naked down the hallway and into the shower. I adjusted the water and stepped inside. As I showered I couldn’t help but to become rock hard. After I rinsed off I grabbed my daughter’s razor and touched up my balls and the area above my cock. I rinsed off and ran my fingers across my soft skin. I took my cock into my hand and closed my eyes. I began to pump myself up and down and in minutes I was on the verge of cumming.

My fantasy involved my late wife standing before me in handcuffs with her arms forced over her head. I pictured her wearing nipple clamps that were connected with a gold chain. I fantasized that I was in front of her kissing her as she stood there blindfolded. I would lower my lips to her tender breasts, kissing and licking her swollen nipples as they protruded from the clamps. Hearing her moans incited my cock to harden even more. Reaching around I slid my hands down to her ass and pulled her cheeks apart. Next, as I pumped my cock under the warm water I imagined turning my wife around. I pushed her down at her waist and slid my cock up into her ass cheeks. I smacked her ass hard, ‘SMACK’ under the running water causing her scream to shudder with excitement. I took some shampoo and lubricated my cock. I spread her ass cheeks and pushed my cock against her tight sphincter. “Oh god,” I heard her scream as my head slid into her orifice. Taking my time, I eased in even further until I was in completely.

I held my wife’s hips and began to thrust gently at first until she began to thrust back at me. I reached under her with one hand and began to trace my fingertips over her clit in tiny circles. “Oh god, oh god, oh god yessssssss,” my wife screamed. I could feel my toes tingling as I furiously stroked my cock. I was oh so close to cumming and it felt wonderful. Again I concentrated on my fantasy. My wife was so turned on. “May I cum now sir?” she asked.

“Yes Candice, you may cum.” With that, my wife began to cum. Just then I felt my balls begin to tighten. In my fantasy the blindfold slid off of my wife. Excitement raced through my body like never before when I saw her turn her head around and look into my eyes as I continued to fuck her ass. I wasn’t looking into my wife’s eyes, they were the eyes of my daughter. It was my Brei that I was fucking in the ass and dominating. It was her that screamed, “Oh daddy, I’m cummmmmiiiinnnnggggggggg.”

Just then I began to tremble. I felt my cock spasming as I felt my cum racing up my shaft. I felt a rope of cum shoot out the end of my cock and in my fantasy I came in my daughter’s ass. “Oh god,” I moaned as I came. My knees were weak as I stood there under the running water. I noticed that the water was cool from running so long. I shut the water off and dried off. I walked naked back to my room and as I walked the cool air felt so refreshing on my naked but yet slightly damp skin.

I dressed and then walked to the kitchen to make dinner. Just as I was about to sit down to eat Brei came home. I heard the door knob turning and then she walked through the door. “Hi daddy,” she said.

Looking at her in that skirt as she walked closer to me I finally mustered up enough guts to say, “Hello sweetie, gonna join dad for dinner?”

“Just give me a few minutes to shower and get out of these clothes.”

“OK baby, dinner will be ready in about ten minutes.”

“Great, I’ll be down in a few.”

As I set a place at the table for my daughter I heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. Just the thought of being able to see her naked in the shower lathering up her hot little body sent shivers through me. She was beginning to remind me more and more of my late wife. She was beginning to look so much like her. Her hair, her smile, her voice and most importantly, her body. Last time I checked in the dirty laundry I noticed that her bra size was even identical to Candice’s.

As Brei showered I quietly tip-toed down to the basement. I knew Brei used the laundry chute in the bathroom. I went to where the chute drops into a hamper and reached in. I felt them immediately on top. With trembling fingers I slowly raised my hand. There they were, Brei’s sexy panties in my hand. I slowly raised them to my face. My hand was shaking as I raised the crotch to my nose. Closer and closer until I inhaled slowly. Ahhhhhhhh… I smelled my daughter’s scent. I shoved the material onto my face to get a better smell and that’s when my cock almost tore through my sweat pants. Brei’s kahramanmaraş escort panties were wet. Not wet, soaked. I began inhaling sharply. I pulled my sweats down and began pumping my cock with my right hand.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I heard the water still running in the shower. I continued to inhale my daughter’s scent and suddenly I realized that I was running my tongue across the wet part of her panties, tasting her juices for the very first time. The taboo thought of tasting my daughter’s pussy juice was too much for me to handle. I lowered her panties around my cock and felt every nerve in my body tingle. I wrapped her panties around my cock and began to pump. Suddenly the water in the shower upstairs shut off. I knew I was running out of time. Just then it happened. I felt wave after wave of pleasure race through my body as I shot my load of cum right into my daughter’s wet panties. ‘Oh god,’ I thought as I finally finished cumming. I heard Brei walking around upstairs. I tossed her panties back into the hamper and pulled my sweats back up.

I walked up to the kitchen. “Oh there you are daddy,” Brei said as she stood before me in the smallest satin robe that I think was ever made.

“Here sit down and eat,” I said as I pulled out the chair for her to sit down. My eyes were now glued to her as there was more exposed skin than covered up skin. I walked around the other side of the table and sat down. Thank god I just came, because I think I would have shot a load in my pants as I sat there eating dinner. Every now and then Brei would move and I would get a great view of her cleavage. Even once, I saw the edge of an aerola. After we finished eating Brei said she was tired and she was going to bed. I too was tired so I retired to my room.

I turned on my computer but I didn’t go online right away. I reached into my night stand and pulled out my BDSM book and laid down on my bed. I turned on my reading lamp and made myself comfortable. I opened the book to the page where I had finished reading last. I quickly lost track of time as I became so engrossed with the reading. I had to undress since my cock was hard once again and the uncomfortable feeling was killing me. I returned to my book and continued reading. There were several short stories that were hot. The part that got my attention most was the part about local B & D clubs. I paused for a moment and became lost in thought. ‘Is there a B & D club in this town?’ I wondered. Just the thought of going to B & D orgies sent shivers up my spine. I was beginning to understand what turned Candice on so much.

As I continued to read I learned how to make your partner a slave. How to discipline her for her wrong doings and how to praise her for following orders to the letter. I felt my pre-cum dripping down my cock as I continued to read. There were pictures of several different devices used for disciplining your slave. As I read, I pictured Candice strapped into one of the discipline devices. As I turned the page there was a whole sequence of photos of a master disciplining his slave. His hand started in the raised position and slowly moved towards her naked ass. She was laying face down on what looked like a pair of saw horses with only a small board in the center. Her breasts were pulled down as weighted nipple clamps were attached to both nipples. As I continued to look at the pictures, the paddle that was in the master’s hand was now striking her ass. The master turned the paddle over and rubbed her ass with the velvet side. This was all so shocking and so bizarre, but as I read I understood what Candice felt.

This was a lifestyle that was chosen by many. Candice felt the need to be controlled. As I remembered her, I suddenly realized that she always wanted me around. She didn’t like to do anything by herself. I closed my book and became lost in thought. I got up and shut my computer down without even going online. I shut off my lamp and crawled into bed. As I laid there, I began to cry lightly as I realized how much I missed Candice.

Suddenly the alarm clock went off. I realized that it was Tuesday morning already. I got up and showered and headed out the front door to go to work. I made sure to put my book into my briefcase since I would be stopping by the bookstore today to see Sabrina. I left and drove down the road to work. I arrived at the office a few minutes early. I saw Janelle’s car was already there. I walked into my office and sat down. A moment later, Janelle came into my office. I almost came as I watched her walking towards me. “Good morning Allen,” she said as she walked in what was the shortest miniskirt ever made and five inch heels.

“G…good morning Janelle,” I managed to say as I sat down behind my desk. She set a cup of coffee on my desk like she did every morning. The only difference today was that she was so sexy. I don’t know if suddenly she was trying to impress me or what. I manavgat escort already knew she was hot…but she was my secretary.

As she set the cup of coffee down I was drawn to her fingers. They were so sexy as they were painted the prettiest shade of pink with only the tips being painted white. She sat down in front of me and again crossed her legs. This time I saw no panties, rather I saw her hair covered mound. I couldn’t believe how open and comfortable this woman was becoming around me. As we talked I began to drift off into my fantasy land. I asked myself questions like “is she slave material” or “is she looking for a master?”

Just then the phone rang and she had to get up to go to her desk. As she walked out of my office I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Those shoes made her feet and calves look so round and sexy. Her skirt barely came down past her ass cheeks. And the thought of her not wearing panties turned me on beyond belief.

I became engrossed in my work and soon it was lunch time. After eating a quick lunch I decided to check my email. I logged on and opened my mail box. I had a message from my online daughter. I opened it and this is what I read. “Daddy I miss you so much, signed ‘your baby girl'”. Just for the kick of it I clicked on the reply box and typed a message back to her. “Daddy misses his baby girl too.” I clicked on the send button and quickly logged off.

I continued to work and soon it was almost time to go home. I couldn’t wait to leave so I could go see Sabrina. I finished up a couple of last minute requests and then walked out of the office. As I walked out to my car, Janelle suddenly appeared alongside of me. As we walked I couldn’t help to notice how her breasts jiggled under her top. Just then I realized that she was not wearing a bra. We each walked to our own cars and drove in the same direction.

I kept my eyes in the rearview mirror as I didn’t want Janelle to see me turning into the adult bookstore so I drove past it. “Dammit!” I yelled as she continued to follow me down the road. I turned down a side street and looked in my mirror. “Thank fucking god,” I said as I pulled into a driveway to turn back around. Janelle went straight and now I could go to see Sabrina. I quickly sped to the bookstore and when I walked in, the place was crowded. I decided to wait awhile to see if the place died down. I looked at the magazine rack briefly before I made eye contact with Sabrina.

I drifted over to the toy section and I immediately was drawn to the bondage and discipline paraphernalia. ‘My god,’ I thought as I picked up a whip and held it. I reached out and felt the leather strips that would come in contact with a hot sexy ass. The leather was soft but yet harsh at the same time. I knew it would sting on contact. I wondered if anyone ever stung my Candice’s ass with one of these. That thought caused my cock to strain at my zipper again. Next I picked up a black blindfold. There were several different kinds. Just then I heard a soft sexy voice. “Know what that one is used for?” I looked over my shoulder and realized it was Sabrina. Looking around I realized that the store was now empty.

“No, I don’t,” I replied almost in a whisper.

“The one in your hand is an initiation mask. When a slave is initiated into a club, that is the head covering she must wear. Only an opening for her mouth is permitted for what she is instructed to do.”

I set the head covering down and then reached down and picked up a pair of handcuffs. “The whole purpose of handcuffs is to discipline your slave,” Sabrina said. “When she misbehaves you take matters into your own hands and you discipline her.”

I set the cuffs down and looked around at the various other products. “So I take it you finished your book,” Sabrina said. As I looked at the various toys I nodded my head and weakly uttered a “yes.”

“Come with me,” Sabrina said as she turned around and walked down the hallway that led to the private viewing booths. As I followed her I was mesmerized by her beauty. She was wearing a super short red skirt that showed the bottoms of her ass cheeks. She was wearing sexy white fishnet stockings and unbelievably high red seven inch platform heels. Her stockings connected to white lace garters that disappeared up under her skirt.

Suddenly Sabrina walked through the black velvet cloth that hung down in front of the viewing booth. I pushed the soft material aside and entered. “Strip naked and sit down and watch this movie,” Sabrina said.

I was a bit nervous and hesitated. Just then I felt a stinging sensation on my face and realized that Sabrina just backhanded me. “Look, if you’re going to waste my time then get the fuck out of here.”

Looking at Sabrina I quickly undressed.

“You just learned firsthand the discipline part of this lifestyle. Your partner will learn to obey your every command and if she doesn’t then that is how you discipline her.”

I sat down as requested. “I know you are the dom but you need to firsthand experience the other side of the fence to learn how far to go.” I nodded my head as the movie started.

Sabrina turned around and her eyes fell to my throbbing boner that was lurching skyward. “Do not touch yourself at all during the movie or you will be punished.” With that Sabrina left the booth to take care of a customer.

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My mom had died when I was two years old so I never actually knew her, my dad had raised me.

We were closer than all my friends seemed to be with their dad’s and I loved that.

It was about seven months ago now since my daddy made me squirt for the first time in the woods, and it hasn’t been the last time.

All my friends always noted how hot my dad was and I had to agree, for a 35 year old my he was good looking.

“Molly?” I heard my dad call as the front door was closed.

I tried to swipe the tears away from my eyes quickly before he could see me but when he walked into my room he noticed straight away.

“Sweetie, are you ok?” He sat on the edge of my bed, his coat still in hand, he’d been to the shop for some milk this morning.

“Tom just broke up with me again” I sniffled.

Tom and I had been going out, on and off, for the last three year.

“Again? You don’t need this Molly. You have to stop going back to him.” Dad sighed, daddy hadn’t actually liked Tom, he’d always been so snappy with him.

“I know but I love him dad.” I sniffled again.

Daddy looked at me and decided what I needed, “Wanna go for a walk in the woods?” He asked, he knew I loved to walk in the woods near our house, they were deserted, you only got the occasional dog walker wondering through and maybe if it was summer break you would get a few brave studets trying to camp out but this time of year they were empty and I loved it.

Half an hour into walking we found a small bench and decided to take a little break.

“You deserve a lot better than Tom baby.” Dad said as he rested his hand on my bare knee.

If I didn’t know better I could have sworn I’d heard jelousy.

“I know I do daddy, but I can’t help going back to him.” I shrugged.

Daddy didn’t move his hand from my knee but instead moved it up my bare thigh slightly.

I glanced at daddy’s face and he looked nervous about something. His hand didn’t stop moving up towards the zonguldak escort bottom of my shorts leg.

The weird thing was I didn’t want to stop him. I had a sudden flash of my daddy touching my wet pussy and it didn’t freak me out. Although obviously daddy didn’t want to touch me like that. He wasn’t stopping though, maybe daddy did like me like that?

The fact that I was thinking like that freaked me out, was I really contemplating my daddy fingering my pussy.

I looked up at daddy again and he was looking at me and before I knew what was happening his lips came down on mine. At first I was extremely shocked but then I sank into it, I kissed him back and his hand finally made it to my pussy though my denim shorts.

I grabbed for his cock through his own jeans and was fustrated that I couldn’t get it.

Daddy unzipped my shorts and slid his thick finger into my pussy. I gasped in his mouth.

Before I knew what he was doing he stood up, pulling me up with him by his finger being in my pussy.

“Dad, what are you doing?” I moaned.

“Just incase.” He mouthed around my lips as he pulled me, with his finger in my pussy, around the bench and off the path into a small clearing behind a bush.

He leant my up against a tree and started to insert another finger into my soaking pussy.

“Oh yeah, keep going daddy.” I moaned without thinking. I couldn’t believe my daddy had his fingers in my pussy.

“You like that baby girl?” He whispered into my mouth.

I just nodded as he worked his fingers.

“Oooh yeah, yeah!” I started to grid his fingers as I came, hard.

“My turn baby.” Daddy said as he moved his fingers from my pussy and out of my jeans. He dropped his jeans to the floor and his hard cock flopped out, it was bigger than I would have thought, atleast 8inches, bigger than Toms.

Daddy pushed me to my knees and grabbed the back of my head and pushed my mouth fethiye escort onto his cock.

“Ooooh yeah.” He grunted as he slid me onto his cock.

I grabbed his hairy ass cheeks to support myself, and started to pull myself on at the same time daddy pushed.

I started to gag, my nails dug into his ass, he pulled me off a second, letting me gasp air before he put me back onto his cock.

“Oh yes baby girl.” I grabbed his balls with my right hand and he almost came then. “Oh not yet.” He pulled me off his cock, I gasped loudly and fell back onto the woodland floor.

“Lay back.” Daddy said, he was being dominant and rough and I loved it.

I did as he said and he then got onto his knees and slid my shorts off, exposing my wet, sensitive clit to the afternoon air.

“You’re so wet baby.” He noted.

“You made me this wet daddy.” I purred.

Without warning or hesitation daddy pushed his head inbetween my legs, causing me to jerk slightly as his tongue connected my with swollen pussy.

“Oh my god, daddy!” I almost screamed, his tongue was working my clit good and proper when he slid his two fingers back into me.

“Right there. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!” I shouted as I knew I was about to cum. But it felt different. Very different. Before I knew it I’d forced daddy’s fingers out my pussy and liquid gushed from my pussy, my body convulsed and I had no control over my movments for a few seconds, daddy got soaked.

“Shiiiiit!” Daddy exclamined as he shoved a finger back in my convulsing pussy.

“What was that?” I asked when I could talk again.

“You squirted baby.” Daddy said as his finger worked me again, maybe hoping for a repeat.

“Daddy, fuck me.” I said.

Without being asked twice he lifted my hips from the floor and plundged his cock into me, I thought he would ease it in, but not my daddy.

“Oh baby, you’re tight.” He said before he started sucking alanya escort my left nipple.

I gripped onto a tree behind my head as daddy banged me hard. I wasn’t used to this, Tom was always gentel and slow, this was intnse and powerful.

“Ooh yeah.” I moaned.

Just as I was about to cum daddy pulled out of me, “What the hell?” I tried to push my pussy back up to his cock, he stood up and then without warning pulled me up and turned me around, I thought for a frightening second he was going to enter my ass but he didn’t, he pushed back into my pussy.

“Shit.” I moaned again, I needed to grip somehting, I was trying to reach the floor but I was too short, daddy saw what I was doing and walked me with his cock forward towards the tree I’d been holding before.

I grabbed it and daddy started pounding my pussy, I came twice before he reached around and started to rub my clit, “No don’t.” I shouted as I was about to cum again. I didn’t want to squirt again, It felt amazing but I couldn’t take it.

Daddy didn’t listen and jammed his cock right up my pussy, shoving me forward into the tree as he continued to rub my clit. “Arrrh!” Before I could stop it, daddy’s cock was forced out of my pussy and a flood of liquid gushed out again, my legs gave way and I grabbed hold of the tree as I convulsed again, unable to speak. It felt so amazing, words wouldn’t come.

“Shit, I never knew you were a squirter baby.” Daddy said as he grabbed me by the hips and lifted me back up onto his cock.

“Oh shit daddy!” I pushed back onto his cock.

“Daddy loves you baby girl.” He said before he started to pound me again, I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Daddy’s coming baby! Cum with me.” He grunted as he pulled out, dropped me to the floor and came all over my back and ass.

I rubbed myself to another orgsasam before I turned myself onto my back and noticed daddy laid next to me on the forset floor.

“Baby, you are an amazing fuck.” He took a deep breath.

“You are too daddy, I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”

That was the first time I squirted but it hasn’t been the last. Me and daddy still fuck. I never actually went back to Tom, and I don’t plan to.

I actually love squirting when i’m not standing up.

Daddy loves to fuck me when he gets home from work, and I love to fuck daddy.

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All characters in this story are 18 years and over.

This is another Gran story that was sent to me –I am going to try and tell it from Gran’s view — I have been asked to do this on a few occasions. As I don’t personally have any experience with this — it will be a bit difficult. – Please let me know how you like it and don’t forget to VOTE and post a public comment.

This is a story about a Danish Gran and her grandson Dan —

Hi, my name is Elise, I am a Grandma who lives in Denmark. I have a Degree in Mathematics and I also work as a Journalist in the largest morning newspaper in Denmark. I am 60 years old and still have my original brunette hair which I wear at shoulder length. I have a creamy pale skin but wear a little make-up to hi-light my looks. I have a buxom figure, about 38DD, and a large backside, probably measuring about 40inches around, which I try to keep in reasonable shape.

I have a Grandson, Dan — who was in his late teens when we developed a very loving relationship. Dan was just 18 years and about 5′ 11″ and very fit as he played a lot of sport at school. He was a beautiful blonde boy with strong facial features and a cute cleft in his chin. He had always had a special spot in my heart as he grew up.

I will start this story from the beginning so that you can follow this relationship as it grows.

One summer, Dan came over to visit for a couple of weeks. On his fourth day there he decided to mow my lawn for me. After he finished, he showered and had some lunch with me. I told him that I was going to go into town to see a friend and asked if he wanted to come with me. He said that he would rather not and that he would just laze around until I got back. I told him I would be 3 or 4 hours, but Dan said he would watch a video or take a nap.

As I left, I bent over to kiss Dan on the forehead and hug him and accidentally brushed his forearm with my breast.

I have to tell this part as Dan told me.

I lay on the lounge and quickly drifted off to sleep. I had a dream that I will remember always. In my dream, my Grandma was sunbathing in the nude and she asked me to apply sun lotion to her back and her large breasts. This was the first time I had ever dreamt about my Grandma like that.

While I was sleeping, Grandma returned gümüşhane escort home early as the friend she had been going to see was not at home. Grandma decided to sit outside the lounge room window and not wake me up. During my dream, my cock had become rock hard, and Grandma later told me that she could see it through the window. She watched for about half an hour before she moved inside. She sat on a chair opposite the lounge and watched me. She heard me mumble “Gran, Gran, Graaaaann,” in my sleep. I only wore boxer shorts and they were tenting and were not able to hold my cock, and the cock head was visible outside the boxers …. Right when I mumbled her name, I had an involuntary ejaculation.

The cum shot up and hit my T-shirt and the lounge. I woke immediately and was confused ….. then I saw her sitting there, smiling at me. I felt so embarrassed — that I didn’t know what to do. I just sat there trying to cover myself.

I spoke to Dan then and told me that he should not be ashamed. That is was natural what had just happened. I smiled and came over and hugged him and told him to go take another shower and change clothes, while I made some dinner for us.

After Dan had finished his shower and got dressed, I called him down for dinner. All through dinner he could not look me in the eyes. I told him about my trip to town and some local gossip, but did not mention the ‘incident.’

After dinner Dan offered to do the dishes, and I just smiled and told him to come into the lounge room when I had finished. I sat on the lounge and told him to sit beside me and we watched a show that was on the TV.

I then switched the TV off.

“Dan, I think we had better talk about what happened today.”

“Dan sweetie, what happened was perfectly natural and there is no reason to feel ashamed. Look me in the eye and tell me that you understand what I am telling you.”

For the first time since the ‘incident’ he looked in my eyes. He had tears in his, and told he told me that he did understand. Truth be told, I didn’t really think that he did understand at the time.

I smiled at him again and asked if him whether he was giving myself relief regularly? Dan nodded my head. Then I asked, “how often?”

Dan hatay escort whispered, “three or four times a day.”

I then asked him when was the last time I had done it?

“Well, except for the incident today, about 6 days ago, Grandma.”

I think I surprised him when I said that it was perfectly OK to do it while he stayed with me. After all I do it too. In fact, most people do it.

Dan stared at me with mouth open. “What do you mean, Grandma, you masturbate too?”

“Yes my sweetie, most everyone masturbates. Especially if there isn’t any other way to satisfy the urges that we all get.”

“Would you like to masturbate for your Grandma, baby?”

“You mean, right here in front of you?” whispered Dan in a low voice.

“We could even do it together if that would make you feel more comfortable.” I told him. “In fact, I think that we will take this into my bedroom where it is more comfortable and I can also show you some of my toys that I use. What do you think?”

“Oh Grandma, do you really mean it. I feel so ……….. I don’t know what to say. I would love to see what you do to make yourself cum.”

“All right sweetie, lets go into the bedroom and get started. After watching that little ‘incident’ this afternoon, I can’t wait to see you in all your glory.”

“You know that you have been my favorite boy for a very long time.”

Dan and I then went into my bedroom. By the time we had closed the door Dan had his T-shirt off and was working on his shorts.

I started to undo my dress, but he came and took over. “Let me do that Grandma.”

He slowly stripped me of all my outer clothing and my shoes, but left my stockings and garter belt on, along with my panties. He reached round and unclipped my bra and stood there in awe when he realized the size of my breasts.

“Oh Grandma, you are so beautiful. I love looking at those magnificent breasts. They are so full and the nipples are standing out, I hope that is all for me.”

“Yes my darling, feel them and suck them if you want. They are all for you now.”

So Dan started to feel the weight and roundness of my boobs and eventually bent his head and took one of the nipples into his mouth. “Ohhhh, I cried out in ecstasy. It is ısparta escort so long since anyone has made me feel so good.”

I pulled back and sat back against the bed head. “Now hold on a minute, Dan. We came in here to watch each other masturbate, didn’t we?’

“Yes Grandma. So can we start now?”

“Well, you had better get out of the rest of your clothes, unless you want to make a mess on them,” I laughed.

Dan stripped down and sat at the other end of the bed facing me. I was already to fly. He grasped his cock in his hand and started to very slowly work the skin up and down on it.

Now let me fully describe my boy. I have told you earlier that he was about 5’11” and well built, but at the time I couldn’t describe anything else about him. When he released his cock from the confines of his shorts, I was amazed to find that he was about seven and a half inches long and about two and a half inches round with a smooth head. He was circumcised so it was not hard to see that delicious pee-hole, with a little pre-cum emerging from it.

As Dan stroked his gorgeous cock, I let my hands drift down to my groin and pull the panty to the side, so that my pussy was uncovered for him to see. I have a shaven pussy, the reason I will give you in another story. I inserted one finger into the cunt entrance and slowly smeared my love juice over the lips of my pussy. I then inserted a second and a third finger inside my love hole and as I worked them in and out of my cunt I began to breathe heavily. It was nearly time for me to fondle my clit. I knew that it would not take long for me to climax once I put some pressure on that spot.

In the meantime, Dan hadn’t taken his eyes off my hand and my pussy, glancing every now and then at my boobs. He was starting to get very excited and also to breathe quite heavily as he continued to wank his man-meat, with me watching him as well. It just felt so good. My favorite boy and myself were almost ready to climax at the same time. We looked into each other’s eyes and with a nod of the head, we both came. Dan shot his load over my body and I just shuddered to a heart wrenching climax.

We lay there for a long time, just watching each other.

“Oh Grandma, that was so wonderful. I hope that we can do it again and very soon. You have to show me those toys that you use.”

“I will, baby, I will. Let us have a little rest now and we can continue later, alright. I love you sweetie, and want to share myself with you whenever we can.”

Dan and his Gran will be back for some more adventures. So keep reading and watch for their next encounter. Its going to get hotter.

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by BrettJ © 2011

“Now, are you sure you’ve got everything packed? You’re going to be gone for a week, you don’t want to get half-way there and have to drive back,” Patrick Rollins asked his wife.

Sylvia sighed, wiping a few strands of platinum-blonde hair from her face. At 39, she still looked like she could pass for 25. At times like these, Patrick found it hard to believe they had been a couple for 23 years. She moved closer a bit and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“All these years and you still worry too much,” She laughed. “I’m only going to my mother’s and they have a Wal-Mart nearby. If I forgot anything, I’m sure I can buy it there. If you don’t let me go now, I won’t get there until after dark.”

Patrick nodded and said “Give my best to your Mom.” Sylvia gave him a wistful smile, her mother and Patrick had hated each other from the very beginning and it had not abated after all these years. She thought her Cambridge-educated daughter was far too good for the man who worked as a cook. Little did she know that over the years, he would work his way up to becoming a master chef and own 4 successful restaurants. Felecia’s hatred for her son-in-law had driven a wedge between her and her husband, who Patrick quite liked. Last he heard, Harvey was spending half the year in Bordeaux, France, where he had a mistress half his age. Good for you Harvey, you randy old bugger, Patrick thought to himself.

He went inside his spacious home, ready to relax and enjoy the rest of his day. It was a Saturday and he always took Saturdays off, letting his staff take care of the restaurants on that day. Usually he spent time with Sylvia and their daughter, enjoying their family time and often taking them to another restaurant where he didn’t have to do the cooking. At times, Sylvia would make dinner but it was his wife’s one failing – she was a terrible cook. “Why the hell would I have to know how to cook?” Sylvia would tease him. “We had servants when I was growing up and I’m married to a chef.”

He heard some rustling around upstairs and knew that Daisy was awake. His 19-year old daughter would sleep the day away, if you let her. Once she was up though, it was a totally different story. She seemed to have boundless energy, a fact Patrick knew all too well.

“Has she gone?” Daisy yelled down to her father. He yelled back “Yes” and felt his heart thumping in his chest. For a few moments, he allowed himself to hope but then Daisy came downstairs and all hope was dashed. Happily dashed, if he was being honest with himself.

His daughter walked downstairs in the itsy-bitsy, see-through yellow bikini she had bought just the previous week. Well, actually Patrick had bought it – once he’d seen it on her, he refunded the purchase price. She walked over to her father and smiled, standing on tip-toe and kissing him. There was nothing at all daughterly about her kiss. Her tongue snaked and slithered around his mouth while her hand moved down to reach for his hard-on. Daisy knew what she was after and Patrick was totally powerless to stop her.

In a way, it was entirely his own fault. From the time she turned 16, her small bumps and curves began to turn into sexy, luscious boobs and a gorgeous ass and legs. She let her formerly-short hair grow and there always seemed to be a naughty twinkle in her dark eyes. She looked a lot like Patrick’s mother, whom he had adored. She had none of her mother’s looks or his, she was all dark and sultry and she made her father’s blood run hot.

For a long time, he wondered if the hot teen knew what she was doing to him. He found it hard to keep his eyes away from her, although he was able to hide his desires from Sylvia. Daisy wandered around the house in itsy-bitsy things all the time and thought nothing of coming downstairs in bra and panties, despite her mother’s discouraging clucks. “It’s only you and Daddy, honestly mother!” Daisy would sigh. Then she would wink at her father – he was so damned sure every move was intentional.

It was intentional and just after she turned 18, bold as brass, Daisy took the opportunity to seduce her father. Sylvia had gone to visit her mother, who also didn’t approve of her “loose” granddaughter, so Daisy stayed behind with her father. He was reading a newspaper in his study when Daisy sauntered in. One look at his daughter and it was game over. She was wearing a low-cut top and tight little shorts. There was no room for lingerie under either and he could see his daughter’s huge, lush tits and almost make out the line of her pussy underneath the shorts. She sat on his lap, straddling him and leaned forward.

“I had to wait until mother was out of the house Daddy, but I’m not waiting anymore,” Daisy purred, her voice rich and sultry. “I know you’ve been looking at me – but that’s okay Daddy, I wanted you to look. You can fuck me Daddy – I want that, I really want that. I’ve wanted to be your lover for giresun escort ages now and we can do anything – anything Daddy, even the things Mom won’t let you do with her. I’m going to be your little slut Daddy, do you like that idea?”

Patrick barely managed to croak out “yes” before Daisy was off his lap and between his legs. She unbuckled his pants and fished out his cock. “Yum, Daddy!” She squealed. “I knew you had a big one, I’ve heard you putting it to Mommy – I’ll bet she loves your cock Daddy, but not as much as I will. I’m going to work hard to be even better than she is so that you’ll think of fucking me all the time!”

Daisy took his cock in her mouth and began sucking on it eagerly. Patrick remembered that first time like it was yesterday, her enthusiasm and passion overwhelmed his common sense. This was his own daughter doing this and he had never cheated on Sylvia, not even once … but if anyone could have made him break his vows, it was the sultry brunette so eagerly sucking him off.

Daisy’s dark eyes kept looking up at him while she sucked and it took all of Patrick’s control not to cum in her mouth. She was extra noisy as she bobbed and weaved on his shaft, he was sure she was doing that to arouse him. When he came, the most evil smile crossed her face as she swallowed his entire load. He hadn’t cum that hard in years and he wasn’t even sure if Sylvia could have swallowed so much of his load. Daisy was taking all of it and didn’t seem to be having the slightest bit of trouble. It troubled him a bit as he wondered how sexually experienced the barely-18 year old was? Patrick felt a fire burning through his body as he looked over at the sensual brunette that was his daughter.

“You’re my lover now Daddy,” She grinned at him. “And I’ll do that for you any time you want – night or day,” She laughed.

Her words hit him like a sledgehammer, he knew how dangerous all of this was, but she was like a craving he would never be able to satisfy. “All right Daisy,” He told her. “All right, I’m your lover – but we can never, ever, let your mother find out about this.”

More like a teenager than the sensual young woman who had just sucked his cock, Daisy rolled her eyes. “Of course not Daddy, I’m not dumb – I am graduating with honors – but whenever Mom isn’t around, you’re going to spend as much time as you can fucking me. Better stock up on vitamins Daddy – you’re going to need them!” Daisy giggled.

Patrick looked at her at that moment and knew just how deep she was already in his soul. If she asked him at any time to betray his marital vows, he would do it. Sylvia was a sexy blonde angel, but his daughter was a sultry, fiery demon, the devil in a short skirt.

“May I …?” Patrick began to ask, but he never finished that question.

“Daddy, you never have to ask me if you can do anything, understand? You’re the boss and I’m your toy, your slut, your little sex slave. I think you were going to ask if you can eat my pussy, weren’t you?” Patrick nodded. “Of course you can Daddy, I can’t wait to feel your lips on my cunt.”

Hearing her talk in such a lewd and provocative manner excited Patrick. He got to his feet and smiled at her. “Not here,” Patrick told her. “Upstairs – to your bedroom.” He got his own evil grin and said “I think it’d be really hot if our first fuck together happened in your bed.”

Daisy squealed in delight. “That’s the spirit, Daddy!” The nearly-naked teen sprinted up the stairs and was stretched languidly on the bed when Patrick got there. She still looked like a sex goddess and despite every sensible voice in his head telling him how wrong all of this was, he ignored them all. He wanted his daughter as his lover and nothing was going to stop them from screwing each other right now.

Patrick knew that even if he lived to be over 100, he would never forget the first taste of his daughter’s pussy on his lips. The nearly-honey flavor, the intoxicating musk that rose from her pussy, the little hisses of pleasure or the way she dug her nails into his scalp as he feasted on her honey pot. When she came, it was a mini-explosion. She moved away from him, her dark eyes blazing and her face glowing with pleasure.

“Daddy, you’re going to spend a lot of time eating me, if you’re that fucking good!” Daisy exclaimed. “Oh fuck, I’m so wet – time to fuck me Daddy, to take me completely! I’m giving myself to you Daddy, so get over here and fuck me, however you want!”

Patrick wasn’t sure which way to approach her, so he let Daisy get on top of him. Her long, manicured nails raked his flesh and then she began to wiggle and wriggle to let his cock slide into her pussy. Her face contorted briefly and she yelped as well as he … oh dear God, was she … she was!! Patrick heard a small yell from her lips as her hymen ruptured and he slid all the way home. The look on his face yalova escort told it all.

“Don’t you dare stop Daddy, don’t you dare!” Daisy hissed through clenched teeth as she began to move. “There wasn’t anyone I wanted more than you, you were always going to be my first – I wanted your wonderful cock to make me a woman, your woman! Now stop worrying about any societal implications or what others would think and just FUCK ME!”

Patrick saw the small trickle that confirmed everything and then he just let his daughter’s words weigh on his mind. He hadn’t forced her, she had made her choices and damn, she was a hot, sexy little bitch! Feeling those emotions surge through him, he began to thrust into his daughter and give her exactly what she had so obviously desired. Daisy’s body moved back against his and there was a part of him that was thrilled – he had been her first and only lover, all the actions she had performed on him were purely instinctual. With a lot more practice – practice he intended to make sure Daisy got – she would far surpass her mother in the bedroom!

In the past year, his prediction had come true. Sylvia was a wonderful lover and enjoyed sex, but Daisy seemed to live for it. Fucking was her life’s blood, she loved calling him at work and talking dirty, she would leave school and meet him at a friend’s house, screwing him senseless. She hinted at wanting to share him with some of her friends but Patrick balked at that suggestion – he didn’t want anyone knowing of their illicit relationship. She licked the tip of his cock and teased him.

“But Daddy,” She cooed. “Wouldn’t you like to fuck one of my hot, cheerleader friends? I’d be careful to pick one who could keep her mouth shut, Daddy – or she’d never be able to experience your cock again and who would want that?”

He had sighed and almost shot off in her mouth when she said that. There seemed to be no end to Daisy’s list of perversions, nothing she wasn’t willing – and eager – to try. Standing before him now, in the pretty yellow swimsuit, every inch of her body was on full display. She didn’t have to do anything to be sexy, she just was.

“Mom’s gone, right Daddy?” Daisy coyly asked, knowing the answer. Patrick nodded and she leaned closer. “So Daddy, would you like me to make us both breakfast or should we go upstairs and fuck?”

Laughing at her little joke, Patrick pulled his daughter close and kissed her again. “What do you think, you little whore?” He mock-snarled. “Get that saucy ass of yours upstairs and get rid of that suit. You won’t be swimming for a few hours yet.”

Daisy ran upstairs to her father’s bedroom. Their first fuck had been in her bed, but she much preferred screwing in her parent’s bedroom. For one reason, their bed was much larger and more comfortable, there was more space to move around and change positions. The second reason, which her father knew well, was that she got a perverse thrill in screwing her father in the same bed in which he fucked her mother. She believed that secretly, so did he, if he were ever to admit it. She was naked by the time her father walked into the bedroom and she thrilled at the appreciative glances he gave her youthful, firm body.

“God, you’re a hot little piece of ass,” Patrick grinned, knowing that she would take it as the compliment he intended it to be.

“For you Daddy, all for you,” Daisy smiled as he joined her on the bed. The dark-haired beauty made short work of his clothes and soon had her favorite thing buried deep in her mouth. No matter how many times she gave her Daddy a blowjob, she never got tired of feeling his hot cock growing in her mouth. That feeling thrilled her even more than when Daddy ate her pussy. She loved serving her Daddy, the feeling of being desired by this handsome, successful man validated her sexuality. Daisy’s body was his to use in any fashion he desired and the fact he took her whenever he so desired was the most precious thing to her.

“God DAMN it girl, you know how to suck cock!” Patrick told his daughter. The fact that his was still the sole cock she had ever had in his mouth turned him on. Daisy was his, body and soul and he’d made it clear that he didn’t want her fucking other guys. “Of course not,” She had said to him when he made that command. “Why would I need to?”

He got her on all fours and fucked her doggy-style, slapping her perfect ass and watching as his cock penetrated her cunt. He loved drilling her deeply and had thought on more than one occasion about fucking her ass. He’d never done that before and knew Sylvia would never go for it, but Daisy would do anything he demanded of her and love it. It was something to think about, he didn’t want to let the opportunity pass.

They finished fucking after about an hour and Daisy cooked a nice brunch for the two of them. He went back to reading his paper and getting a yozgat escort few things ready for the restaurant tomorrow, but he should have known that Daisy wasn’t going to let another chance to fuck slip through her fingers. She came back downstairs in frilly, cream-colored lingerie and high heels. Languishing across the couch, she smiled at her father.

“You might as well put all of that away Daddy, you aren’t going to get back to it until much, much later,” Daisy cooed softly. “I’m feeling extra horny today, it was nearly two weeks since the last time we fucked and our fuck earlier just left me wanting more.” She spread her sexy legs to reveal there was a tiny opening in the gusset of her panties. “Come over here and eat my cunt Daddy, use your tongue to get me off.”

At times like this, Patrick wondered just who really was running this show. Daisy was subservient to him, true – but she rarely took “no” for an answer and seemed to crave more and more. Still, he wasn’t going to complain – how many men his age had a sexy blonde wife and a teenage mistress that gave him all the fucking they wanted?

He licked her juicy, sweet pussy as if his life depended on it and heard her sweet mewls of pleasure. Sometimes just kissing her father got Daisy all aroused, even when her mother was home and they shared father-daughter kisses, the recollection of his tongue on her body made Daisy wet. She craved sex with her Daddy like an addict craves drugs, she was addicted to his mouth and his lovely, wonderful cock.

She loved how eager her father always seemed to be to get her naked. She wore sexy clothes and lingerie and heels for him, but he was like a kid unwrapping his presents at Christmas. It didn’t matter because once he was inside of her and their bodies were rocking together with passion, she became one with the man she loved most in the world.

Now was just such a time. He was on top of her and her long, supple legs were locked around his back, the pointy heels of her shoes digging into his back. He never seemed to notice and he fucked her like a machine, never wavering, confident in his ability to make her cum. She loved how uninhibited he was in bed and she couldn’t foresee a time when she would ever tire of screwing her wonderful Daddy.

Her body was wracked with orgasm after orgasm as he fucked her. He never wore a condom, they always fucked bareback – Daisy insisted, telling Patrick that she was on the pill. It was true, but there was a small part of her that hoped one day it would fail and she would be pregnant with Daddy’s baby. It would be something to bond them forever.

She made them a nice Shepherd’s Pie and a tossed salad for dinner and then left her father alone to watch television and relax. Daisy went upstairs to shower and under the warm spray of the water, her fingers found her secret places and she made herself horny all over again. Knowing it would be useless to try and sleep – and not really tired anyway – she went into her bedroom and put on a sexy, short silver dress her mother hated her wearing, but her father adored. It was low cut in front and she skipped panties or bra, adding only silver stiletto heels to the ensemble. She made her way downstairs to where her father watched an old “Law & Order” rerun. She cleared her throat and felt a warm sensation as Patrick saw her and smiled.

“Damn baby, you know that’s my favorite outfit,” He grinned. “Do you happen to have any panties on under that thing?”

She lifted her skirt up to her waist. “Oops, I totally forgot them, silly me,” She teased. “I don’t see the point though Daddy, you know you’re just going to remove them when you eat my pussy.” She joined him on the couch and stroked his cock through his trousers. “See, you’re already horny for me and I haven’t been here 5 minutes.”

“You could make a statue horny, baby,” Patrick chuckled.

“You’re almost as hard as one Daddy, let me see what I can do to finish the job,” Daisy teased further. She got his cock out of his pants and fellated him until he shot his load in her mouth. She never tired of sucking him off. This time, the sexy teen straddled his face and while she was sucking him to a second hard-on, she let him eat her cunt savagely. When they fucked for the final time that night, it was frenzied and chaotic and exactly what both of them needed.

Before they went to sleep that night, Daisy showed him a picture of a cute little redhead in a cheerleader’s uniform. “That’s Riley Daddy, I want her to be my – our – first girl,” She explained. Before he could say anything, Daisy added “That picture was taken two years ago Daddy – she’s even sexier now.”

Patrick drifted off to sleep knowing that his daughter would get her wish. She always did.

An hour away from her mother’s home, Sylvia Rollins pulled her Audi into the parking lot of a very lovely hotel. As she got out of the car, she saw the lovely, strawberry-blonde approaching her. She was as magnificent as she had been 10 years ago, when all of these clandestine meetings had begun.

The beautiful 28-year old embraced her and then the kisses grew ardent and passionate before Sylvia broke away, making sure that no one had seen their PDA. “How’s Mom?” Sylvia asked Monica, her 11-years younger sibling.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

*****

This story contains incest between a father and a reluctant daughter. Also, the views in this story don’t necessarily reflect mine. It’s very “me man, you woman.” caveman-like at times. It’s made up. It’s a kink. This is not meant to reflect certain views. You shouldn’t remodel your farmhouse, fuck your daughter, and make her carry your baby.

*****

The farmhouse was cornflower blue. My first clue daddy had been working on the house again was the fresh coats of paint swiped across every surface. The shutters were bright white with new, white curtains to match.

Growing up, he was always too busy to make the changes he always wanted but there would be a week or two where he’d go all out and fix up the house. Usually when one of the few girlfriends he had was showing real promise.

The things daddy always saw as pesky gave the house charm. Creaky wood floors and a shaky banister. The old white paint would peel off during humid summers.

These new windows were too new and shiny to match the wood around them. Ceiling fans made during this century whirled high above century-old oil lamps placed precariously on antique side tables.

The house looked beautiful tonight with warm amber lights casting a glow against the sherbet sky. It was mid Fall and I wish I’d returned home to have a normal supper with daddy but I’d come with bad news.

I’d gotten my grades back from school. Officially, I was on academic probation. A manilla envelope was delivered to my dorm with notes like Mia fails to show up to class. Mia fails to turn in homework. Mia seems distracted.. Distracted? Yeah, well, I was hungover. It’s not like I didn’t know it was possible but I’d refused to log on to see where I was at. Kind of like not checking your bank balance after a weekend out.

Even with summer school, it hadn’t been enough to pass. I lied to daddy telling him I was taking a few classes in the summer to get ahead. In reality, I’d been feverishly making up classes I’d tanked.

Against my better judgment, I left the safety of my car.

The front steps didn’t squeak. They were sturdy underneath my boots, past the rocking chairs with new cushions. Tubs, the fat cat my dad took in from the hardware store’s parking lot, stretched out on the porch swing. Tabby and scruffy, he looked like a werewolf.

A step stool propped open the wooden door. The smell of pot roast, gravy, and mashed potatoes floated out onto the porch. My favorite. Everything smelled delicious. I’d been living on Kind bars and coffee.

Moths huddled around the porchlight daddy had turned on for me. Always afraid I’d trip in the dark. I could fall upstairs. I wasn’t graceful.

It had been me and daddy the whole time I was growing up. Mom left when I was about six months old and though there had been a few girlfriends, none of them stuck.

Warm and cozy, the front room had little touches of upgrades. Good quality leather sofas and chairs crowded the wood floors. A fresh coat of off white paint on the wood paneling. Fat vertical slats of wood saved from a barn to build this house decades and decades ago.

Paperbacks and thick hardbacks lined the four bookshelves, full to bursting. Throw blankets folded and stacked on the edge of the couch for wrapping up in with hot chocolate and a Shirley Jackson novel.

“That you, tater tot, or do I need to get my bat?” called daddy’s low, deep voice.

Clanks came from the kitchen. I followed the light through the archway to the kitchen’s sunshine yellow paint.

“You didn’t change it,” I said, relief flooding my body. When I thought of home, I thought of that bright yellow kitchen. With its “good china” stored away behind glass and it’s open face shelves with old, mismatched plates you could actually use. Tinny signs lined the walls making this place look like some ‘ol 66 roadside diner.

The wide stove had eight burners, five of them in use. Mash potatoes filled a tall pot, covered in chives, cumin, and butter. Green beans and corn had their own little pots. Cast iron held a warm golden piecrust, the deep purple blueberries bubbling in the center.

Daddy stood over his domain, stirring in more salt and peppering this or that. His six-foot frame barely allowing him under the hood of the stove. The plaid shirt stretched across his wide back needed mending. Something had snagged and ripped it toward the bottom. He hummed to himself, I couldn’t name the tune.

Arugula and spinach fresh from the garden filled a wooden bowl on the counter. A giant, square oak table sat in the middle of everything. Marilyn Monroe salt and pepper shakers sat on the table. Her figure warped and bloated into fat goblin thespians.

“Course I didn’t change it. Welcome home, baby.” He wrapped an arm around me and squeezed. “How long do I get to keep you for?”

Daddy smelled like peppermint. The cologne I never knew the name of sat erzurum escort on the top of his dresser. Deep blue glass and it lasted him five months with tiny little dabs added to his neck. Worn it so long, I’m sure if he skipped a day the scent would stay, sunken deep into his pores.

“A week.”

“Fall break or something? Thought that was Thanksgiving.”

“Pipe burst.” Flat lie. I tried to keep my voice from giving me away. I always spoke too high, too fast, when I lied. He always caught me.

Daddy sat the green beans and mashed potatoes on the table. Guiding them onto worn potholders. Most of which were older than me. “So how’s school?”

When’s the best time to tell your daddy the school he paid a ton of money for wanted to expel you? The same one he didn’t want you to attend in the first place. A place he called “idiots teaching idiots” was fixing to kick you out because you were too preoccupied with liquor and rice crispy treats?

Before or after dessert?

I sat down and studied each bowl like I’d never seen them before to avoid looking up at him. “Oh it’s fine,” I finally answered. “Everything smells good.”

“Might have seared the roast longer,” he grumbled. Daddy could never take a compliment.

He went about gathering food into large bowls. With one jerk of his head, my old reflexes kicked in. White dishes were piled upon each other on the shelves, I took two plates, two saucers, and gathered a set of silverware for both of us. Setting the table with a nervous tremor in my hand.

“Good to have someone to eat with,” his hand ran across my back and he kissed my temple.

We sat to eat, taking up our old chairs.

Daddy sat at the head of the table and took my hand. I dropped my fork, pretending I was still accustomed to praying before food. He blessed our food with a few quick lines about appreciation, hard work, and clean slates. The last one was odd but I was starving so I wasn’t fixing to debate him on his prayers.

Mashed potatoes were the first thing I grabbed while daddy went about picking my meat and cutting it up for me. He always had. Even when I was long old enough to do it for myself.

Daddy was a big man. Tall with broad muscles from a lifetime of hard work on the farm. His arms were still deeply tanned from summer, freckles littered his hands. Salt and pepper hair was kept neat and tidy with a close shave. Always.

“Have you found yourself a boyfriend up at that school?”

This was a sore spot for both of us. Daddy sent me to an all-girls school growing up and had assumed I’d go the same route in college but I didn’t. I screamed and kicked and eventually enrolled without telling him. He only footed the bill after several rounds of heart to hearts and negotiation about boys. There would be none until I graduated. “You know I don’t.”

“Cause that was apart of our agreement. You focus on school, graduate, then boys.”

“I don’t have one.” And I didn’t. Besides Tommy Gerret who had a panic attack in the back of his jeep while he fingered me, I didn’t have any experience with boys. I wasn’t happy about it. “You know I don’t.”

“How would I know anything? You don’t call. Which is why I had someone looking out for you, making sure you were making the right choices.”

I almost choked on a green bean. “What?”

He laid his silverware down harder than he needed to. “You’re failing school.”

“Daddy.”

“You’re failing school because you’re skipping classes. Drinking on weeknights. Hanging out in the backseats of cars with boys who aren’t fit to wipe the mud off your shoes.” With each sentence, his voice got louder. The vein in his neck was popping out like it always did.

My tongue felt too big for my mouth. Not only did he know how bad I’d disappointed him, he hadn’t even let me tell him. Not even giving me the courtesy to explain myself. He had spied on me. I wiped my mouth and went to scoot my chair back, my heart set on leaving. None of my friends lived around here. Nor, did I have any money for a motel but I’d sleep in my car before I’d stay here.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he snapped, jerking my chair back to the table. Uncomfortably, the edge pressed against my ribs. “You’re failing because you’re running wild up there and I’m not gonna have it.”

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!”

“Watch it, little girl. I’m still the man who washed your mouth out with soap over that sink right over there.” He pointed to the cast iron sink where a vase of sunflowers sat, my favorite. “And I called and talked to those teachers of yours. I figure I know more than you do since you haven’t been to class since the second week of school. Hell, I thought I’d have to tell you about the probation.”

My face was hot. Equal parts embarrassment and anger. Daddy stared at me, waiting for me to explain myself or apologize. No remorse for having me followed or empathy eskişehir escort for my situation at all. I couldn’t stand it.

My fist hit the table before I even realized I had raised it. The solid oak ringing through my bones like a bell. Daddy’s confused face crumpled as he furrowed his brows in anger. Dark green eyes burrowing into me. I was surprised too but trying not to look it. “Don’t talk to my teachers! Don’t have me followed! It’s none of your damn business!”

“Watch your mouth!”

Bam! I learned nothing. My fist felt like a cartoon character’s. Like it might swell up to the size of those inflatable boxing gloves for children. “I’m twenty years old, daddy! I can say whatever the hell I want!”

Righteous indignation swelled up inside of me. Who was he to tell me what I could or couldn’t say? What I could or couldn’t do in college? Everyone was drinking on weeknights, skipping class, and doing morally questionable things in the backseat with boys.

Daddy grabbed my wrist, jerking me up from the table. “If you think you’re too big to be pulled over my knee, you hit that table one more time.” He let go of me and I took two quick steps back to put some space between us. Trying my best to look as mean as he did. And failing. “Go to bed.”

“I’m not sleeping here.” I looked around for my keys.

“Mia, if you ever wanna sit down again that front door stays closed until I give you permission to walk out of it. Got it?”

My eyes stung but I wasn’t fixing to cry in front of him. I headed up the stairs, reaching the top few by the time my teardrops started hitting the floorboards.

****

It’s easy to forget how dark the country is. I grew up here my whole life but when my eyes flew open around two a.m. it took me a while to adjust. Only the moon peeking through my curtains gave me the least bit of light. Crickets sang outside and frogs croaked, and there was another noise. One I couldn’t place. Creaking.

Crawling out of bed, I walked as easy as I could. Taking the stairs two at a time. I did my best not to bust my ass and wake the whole house. Especially when the only other person in the house was mad at me.

Cowboys stared from the cover of a cheap paperback laid on the couch near a crochet throw. Bookmarked with a thin coaster. Daddy must have found time after his lecture and threats to get in a little light reading.

After talking myself out of yanking the bookmark out of place, I made my way into the kitchen for something to drink.

I reached for a glass when I noticed daddy’s door was open. His room separated from the kitchen by a tiny hallway. The creaking was louder down here.

The moon lit up the thin white curtains above daddy’s bed. A soft glow of white over the deep shadows of heavy, dark wood furniture. Daddy’s thick profile outlined by moonlight, I could see his sheets and blankets bunched around his thighs. A shallow grunt coming from him. Both of his hands were around his middle. One hand tugging. Daddy was playing with himself.

I knew I shouldn’t watch. Shouldn’t want to watch. Or hear. Those soft grunts getting more and more frequent. His hips jerking upward to meet his own fist. He was imagining a girl on top of him or underneath him. Possibly my mother. Instead of running away or doing anything sensible, I started to giggle.

I don’t know why it made me laugh. Lots of things. Daddy fixing up everything in this house but keeping his twenty-year-old bed. The absurdity of him jacking off. Or how my inexperience had me watching every stroke. My hands flew over my mouth and I sank back into the shadows. Settling on the other side of the fridge where I could hear but couldn’t see.

Small curses floated through the air. “Fuck, fuck, yeah, yeah” he huffed. My body started reacting to the noise. It was only natural for my pussy to clench as an urge took over. Goosebumps bloomed up my arms and down my back.

The squeaks of daddy’s bed got louder and the headboard started to thump, thump, thump against the wall. Some long lost relative had made their children on that bed. Mother and daddy had made me on that bed. How many times had it thumped against a wall like that?

I pulled my T-shirt up and let my hand slide underneath my shorts into my panties. It’s natural. I said it over and over again to myself trying to push away the parts I knew were wrong. Listening to daddy grunt and whimper and moan as he took care of himself. My fingers moving in time with him.

The good feeling took over and soon I was swiping three fingers hard back and forth over my clit, eyes shut tight. I hadn’t paid attention to daddy’s final grunts. The sound of blanket and sheet sliding to the side as he shambled out of bed and walked across the wood floors.

But I heard him when he cleared his throat not a foot away from me. Felt the slap as his hand grab my arm, jerking my hand out of my panties and me away from the wall. gaziantep escort “What were you doing?”

“Getting a drink of water, daddy!” I half lied.

“And we get a drink of water with our hand down our panties?”

My whole face burned. He knew what I was doing. How was I supposed to explain myself? How could I lie to get out of it? My idiot brain yelled the first thing it could think of. “I wasn’t!”

Wonderful. My voice was too whiny, even for me.

I swear there was a flash of a smile before daddy grimaced and pulled me upstairs, gently pushing me back into my room and slamming my door.

No water. No orgasm. No nothing.

****

I’d rolled around in bed, giving up and grabbing my phone. I had shitty service but it was enough to scroll through Instagram and answer a few DMs. Four a.m. rolled around before I fell asleep. I didn’t roll out of bed until eleven. Daddy was already gone.

Fresh blueberry muffins sat on the table. I picked one apart while eyeing a book I’d slipped off the bookshelf. Out of shame, I avoided the spot I got caught near the fridge.

The front door creaked open and daddy came strolling in, Tubs prancing right behind him. He said nothing to me, strolled over to the cabinet and grabbed a blue and green can. Thumping it down on the counter, he grabbed a can opener and started opening it. “We need to talk about it, baby.” His voice was gentle and calm.

I said nothing. Just watched him open the can of tuna and toss it on the floor for the purring feline at his feet.

He looked up at me. I stared down at my book, reading the same line over and over again. “Look at me.”

Reluctantly, I looked up at him. “I sent a perfectly respectable lady up there to that school and you damn sure know I didn’t want to. Those places rot minds. With their partying and drinking and carrying on. I wanted you to go to a private school.”

He wanted to talk about school? After last night, expulsion didn’t seem like a big deal to me anymore.

“An all-girls school,” I groaned.

“And? What is it you need from these college boys who drink their weight in liquor and trip on acid and stick their cocks in anything that moves?”

I dropped my eyes to the table and muttered, “I’m not a baby.”

“You damn sure are mine,” he snapped. “If the reason you’re failing school is that you’re up there being a little whore I will take you over my knee like I used to. That is not an idle threat. You understand me?”

My face was burning up. I was a grown woman. I’d be twenty-one in the fall.

“Understand me?” he said again, stepping closer.

I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now one of my field hands, Victor, has a wife who takes care of the big garden out back. Her name is Erin. I want you to help Erin do all the work here while I’m out on the farm, got it?”

“Daddy I’m on vacation.”

He laughed. “No, you were on vacation at school. Now you have the rest of the day to laze around and tomorrow, I want your ass in this chair when that rooster finishes crowing.”

The fat cat kept eating his lunch while daddy pulled leftover rabbit stew from the fridge. I sat there, sulking. Why didn’t he realize I was having such a hard time? I was embarrassed about failing my classes. Embarrassed about being caught in the kitchen. He had more sympathy for an abandoned cat than his own daughter.

****

Erin was a squat, Mexican woman with long black braids with grey wisps running through them. Her eyes were big and brown. She wore a 4-H t-shirt, knee-length denim shorts, and boots that covered her ankles.

Her laugh was full and genuine. I hated her.

I hated her for that little yellow piece of paper she carried around listing more chores than I’d ever known could belong to one person. Or two people. Since I was now her sidekick.

I knew fresh milk didn’t just appear in my fridge. That the chickens wandering around pecking at bugs and feed didn’t get let out by house elves or fairies. I’d met and befriended lots of women and men who worked around the house. I just never had to do it myself.

Daddy wanted me to focus on my schooling. The kitchen table was always piled with my books and my butt firmly planted in a chair. A tutor often sat there going over lines with me. Now I was facing expulsion and sweating like a pig in the middle of a row of peppers.

“If they’re this beautiful dark green color, go ahead and pick ’em. Now, these yellow ones, they’re alright too, they’ll turn red in the house. Pick ’em! If they’re any lighter, leave ’em.” Erin would bark out orders at me from several rows over when she knew I was slacking.

I filled my basket with peppers while she filled several with tomatoes, okra, onions, and squash. Running circles around me at twice my age.

After milking the cows, picking the vegetables, feeding the animals, and sweeping the first floor of the house. We mopped. Except there was no mop. Erin insisted we get down on our hands and knees and scrub the floors with sponges until they shined.

“This is a beautiful house. These floors need to shine right. I’m so happy your daddy’s feeling up to fixing it all nice again.”

I muttered two words to Erin the whole day and she didn’t mind. She talked enough for the two of us.

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I stared at the indicator on the pregnancy tester, as blue as a summer sky!

How could I be so stupid? Fucking virile young boys again and again without protection.

I had counted on being too old to conceive. Although I hadn’t passed through menopause my cycle had slowed down and become erratic. Apparently my eggs were still showing up for work.

I had created a dilemma, what with my husband having had a vasectomy and me being pregnant what was I to do? An abortion was out of the question as it could be my own son’s child I would be killing. I had to resolve myself to carry the baby to term.

Dr. Rizzo had good news and bad news. He stated that it was possible my husband could have impregnated me and my ultra-sound showed I was carrying twins!

I had fucked Brad and half a dozen of his friends unprotected. The ultra sound indicated I was well into my first semester so I must have conceived early into my infidelity. This made the possibility of my babies being Brad’s even greater. I decided to say nothing until I begin to show.

My condition was like a license to continue fucking my son and his friends. Our home became an open house on weekends for Brad and his many friends to relieve their weekly tensions into his obliging mother.

My breasts were swelling even bigger making them a popular attraction for the young lads. My nipples were becoming more sensitive to the many mouths feeding on them.

Brad was bringing home two or three of his friends each weekend. They seldom went out bur spent most of their time in my bed.

One tekirdağ escort after the other they would fuck me shooting their cream into me stopping only briefly to eat. They would sleep with me at night constantly waking me up to find their hard cocks in me. Life was good.

Brad was the first I confided in telling him of my pregnancy. I explained how his father could not have been the father of my babies and it had to be him or one of his friends.

I reminded him how he had asked me to fuck Mohinder and let him cum in me. Brad had encouraged all his other friends to shoot their cum in me also.

Brad was flabbergasted and couldn’t wait to tell Mohinder of my condition.

Both Brad and Mohinder were elated at the possibility of fathering my twins. I reminded the boys that several of their classmates had planted their seed in my garden as well. They were confident that they had accomplished the deed on that first weekend I had accepted them.

I was the talk of the maternity ward, a pair of lovely twins, a fair hair boy and an olive-skin dark hair girl. The twins obviously had different fathers!

Brad and Mohinder were tickled pink the way things turned out. My husband packed and left.

Now I could raise my babies and openly make love with their fathers.

Brad and Mohinder were more obsessed with my swollen breasts than the babies were. I had to ration their time on my nipples so I would have milk left for the babies.

My ginger bush grew in even more lush after having tokat escort been shaven for childbirth. Mohinder’s tongue was constantly parting my red locks to taste my juices after I had my brains fucked out by him and Brad. Greedily he would lap up the cum that oozed from my cunt.

Weekends were party time. A bunch of guys would come home with Brad and Mohinder and maybe a couple of sluts. We had our own fuck club with non-stop screwing from Friday till Sunday. Many a young girls were gang-banged in my bed.

The situation at our house drew the attention of the neighbors. The constant coming and going and the all night parties made it obvious that my place was a den of iniquity.

Of course this had tongues wagging but it also sparked the interest of some of my more open-minded neighbors.

“Hello, my name is Ross Ireland I live down the street.” He introduced himself.

Ireland was not a bad looking guy and black as the Ace of Spades. Perhaps in his mid-thirties and wearing a wedding band.

“I couldn’t help noticing you party a lot.” He said, “Would you mind me crashing some night?”

“There are no rules!” I warned him.

“Great!” he smiled.

It was Saturday night. Brad and Mohinder had brought a couple of guys and a cute little blonde home with them for the weekend. The guys had taken turns riding Susan and me Friday night and we were about to start partying again when Ireland showed up at the door.

I invited the black guy and his bottle of vodka in and introduced trabzon escort him to the gang. I could see the gleam in Sue’s eye as she said hello to Ireland. It was obvious that she was interested in trying some dark meat.

Sue was ready to party. She was only wearing an open shirt and pair of brief silk panties. Most of her bare breasts were visible to Ireland’s eyes.

I got the impression Sue wanted to fuck an older man. The rumor was she had fucked one of her professors. And a black cock that would be a bonus!

Sue latched onto our guest and they disappeared into a bedroom. In a few minutes I could hear the bed squeaking and Sue moaning as she took Ireland’s root in her.

That was the signal for the others to start fucking Mom. I had the undivided attention of four horny young guys.

They took me right there in the living room. Bare-ass naked the used me as their personal trampoline taking turns dipping their cocks in me.

I don’t know how many times I cum with load after load of fresh jism being pumped deep into my fuck hole. I was really enjoying it when suddenly Ireland was on top of me.

I said nothing as his black cock slid into me fresh out of the young blonde’s pussy. His cock felt so big compared to the others.

Ireland wallowed in my sloppy cunt like a pig in mud. The white boys’ cum squished around his monster cock as he stretched me beyond normal.

Poor Susan. Ireland must have stretched her young cunt to new limits. She would be spoiled for white boys now.

Ireland must have been brandishing ten inches of cock or more. I could feel him near bottoming in my cavernous pit.

I wrapped my legs around his jumping hips and rode him like a cowgirl.

Unable to subdue me he finally surrendered his soothing cream adding to the cum swamp between my legs.

We kissed and I knew I would not have to wait five days between fucks again.

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I slowly pulled out of my cousin’s ass as my cock softened.

I set on the side of the bed with sweat dripping off my balls almost as hard as my cum was dripping out of Ray’s ass. Ray was my 19-year-old cousin who lived next door. He was over 6 feet, average build, average cock, and a great ass.

I’m Frank, a 20-year-old 6-foot-tall, athletic build, and average cock. We are both bi as we do date girls but since we rarely get as much sex from them as we need, we are always ready for each other. We started fucking and sucking each other years ago, one night that we had been drinking.

We knew we had to clean up as my Mom would be home from shopping soon. We both jumped in the shower together to save time and Ray ended up fucking me before we were done. Mom got home as we were drying off.

Mom asked us what we had been doing and I said “just the normal” which seemed to make her happy. She noticed we had just showered and told us how proud she was that we kept ourselves clean. Mom was a 45-year-old blonde with c-cup tits, average waist, and an ass to die for.

The next day we had the house to ourselves bursa escort as Mom was out at a meeting and wouldn’t be home for hours. So we did what we always did, we 69’d until one of us came. The one of us who came first, got fucked first, so we always got and gave as good of blow jobs as we could. I sucked Ray’s cock pretty well and he came first. I had been working several fingers in his ass as I blew him, which helped him come quick and also loosened him up so we were ready to go.

I spit on his asshole and pushed the head of my cock pass his ring. After a few slow warm up strokes I started to pound his ass. I didn’t worry about lasting because I would have another turn soon. After about ten minutes I was starting to feel my balls tingling.

As my balls were building up to blow I saw something in the corner of my eye. It was Mom standing in the door with those deer in the headlights eyes you always hear about. I was so close to cumming that I couldn’t stop fucking Ray. I dumped a large load in his ass while my eyes were locked with Mom’s.

Ray noticed çanakkale escort something was wrong and he then saw Mom. We both grabbed a sheet and covered ourselves.

Mom said “It’s little too late for that don’t you think?”

She walked in my room and sat on the edge of the bed. She spoke to us in her normal tone and said she thought we had been “having fun” for a while but she didn’t really care. We were adults and until now, had kept it hidden.

We were both still nude under a sheet and our semi-hard cocks were starting to tent the sheet. We both had the hots for my Mom and do to the situation we were only getting harder.

Suddenly Ray threw the sheet off of us and were sitting there talking to Mom with full erections. Mom stared at our cocks and licked her lips. Ray took that as a sign to start undressing Mom. Mom helped him so he was right.

When she was nude Ray dove in between her legs and started to lick her pussy. The moaning was a bit much so I placed my cock to her lips. She began to suck me with great energy. Ray was rize escort working her pussy so well that she was opening and closing her legs on his head enough to crush him.

Finally, Ray spread her legs and climbed between them. He pressed the head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy and buried it to the root.

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” cried Mom as Ray started to pile drive her pussy right from the start. She pulled off me as she caught her breath. Finally, she controlled she breathing and continued to suck my cock.

After what felt like hours but was probably only 10-15 minutes my balls started to boil and I came in my Mother’s mouth. She quickly swallowed it all. I then laid there playing with her tits as Ray continued to fuck her without mercy.

Ray was fucking her through what had to be her fifth climax when he pulled out and rolled her over. He pressed his cock to her asshole and using the pussy juice that had ran down the crack of her ass slowly entered her. Ray was in an area that he really knew what to do. Ass fucking!

Ray started slowly but soon was slamming his cock in her ass. Mom’s eyes were closed and was making an “oooooooooooowwwww” sound. It appeared she was having one continuous orgasm.

Suddenly Ray drove his cock as deep as he could and painted the wall of her ass with his cum.

As we all were lying on the bed trying to catch our breath Mom said” Well, I got my answer on if you liked girls or not!”

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Apr. 27/09

I was pretty tired last night, so I soon fell asleep in the nest of pillows and blankets I’d created on Gina’s couch, the TV tuned to music videos, but muted.

I woke up suddenly, now in the company of two individuals who were standing in the gloom across from the coffee table.

“If I were a serial killer,…” Daddy said, his tone light, but firm.

” … I’d be dead,” I finished solemnly, completely and obviously unprepared.

“Come join us in the Kitchen, slutty,” Gina invited. She moved away, towards that area and turned its light on, hopping up on one of the high stools at her kitchen island and gesturing to the stool beside her. “John?”

I rose from the blankets I’d snuggled down in, wearing nothing but a simple white, see-through nightie that hung over me without shape, ending just below my bum and supported by two tiny shoulder straps. It was something I found in Gina’s closet, having to look because I didn’t bring anything of my own to sleep in. I may as well have been naked, for all that the transparent nightie hid, but I didn’t think of that as I stopped just inside the lit kitchen area, fidgeting with my nails at my belly, elbows out and nervously looking from her to him as they sat beside one another, looking back at me.

“Come on, kitten,” Daddy coaxed, Gina smiling reassuringly, encouragingly.

I walked nearer, feeling better about the situation and got a little surprise when Daddy, his big paws under my arms, suddenly and easily lifted me up to a seat between them, on top of the island.

They both looked me over before Gina asked him, “Should I start?”

He nodded and she looked at me with a curiously warm expression. They both seemed a bit different somehow, but she began speaking.

“Well, your father and I have spoken at length about a lot of things. Ourselves, each other,… you. We aren’t very happy with you and what you’ve been doing, I’ll tell you that right now. But, we do understand how this happened. Possibly better than you do.

“Like I said, we talked a lot and one of the subjects we spoke of was Sheila. As we spoke of her and yourself, I began to see that there’s another side of you that I,… failed to see earlier. Maybe I should say it got lost in what I wanted to see.”

Gina glanced to Daddy now and he took over.

“Kitten,…” he started, taking my hand in his. “You know, you really are a lot more like her than I realized. That’s not to say that I don’t love you, or that you’re a bad person, or a slut like her, only that you share some,… traits with her that I didn’t recognize in you. They came out so different.”

I went to speak, but Gina interrupted before I could make a sound.

“Just listen, baby. You’ve told us what you needed to tell us, now we’re doing the same. And what’s killing your father to have to say is that you, like Sheila, are a conniver and a manipulator.”

It’s a good thing that all I had to do was listen, because I wouldn’t have known what to say to that. I only goggled at her, my jaw dropping.

“I didn’t see it because I was never subjected to it until recently. Your father, however, is a different story. You zeroed in on him, took advantage in every way possible and broke him down like any man in his position would have been. You knew how he felt about Sheila, how he loved her, how he idealized her. You knew he wasn’t exactly experienced with women beyond her and you knew how much you really look like her, his past beauty, mostly by the way people who knew her have been reacting. … It’s why you dyed your hair blonde.”

I looked at the floor, nodding once and feeling my tears begin to well up again.

“(sigh) Slutty, all that said, I have to take equal part of the responsibility for what happened between you and your father. You see, I understand now, now, what I did when I mentioned the daddy thing to you. If I’d realized then like I do tonight how you,… so easily confuse things like friendship, love and sex,…”

Daddy took over as she left off, taking my other hand and looking at me with a loving, yet apologetic expression, mixed with yet something else.

“Sweetie, neither Gina, or I will deny that we’re happy with this,… this outcome with each other, I mean, but neither of us are very happy about the way you shuffled us here. It makes us feel used and foolish. I know that wasn’t your intent, I know your motivations were to dig yourself out of a mess that was killing you, but it was all about getting your way, wasn’t it? In the end, that’s what it all boils down to. Sure, you wanted Gina and I to be happy, but you were willing to coerce the situation if necessary, and you ended up doing just that because you saw an opportunity you could exploit in order to get your way.”

Gina added, “And there isn’t much thought for us in all that, is there? But, as John told you, we’re happy with this,… closer arrangement between us and are willing to go on with this, the three of us, like you wanted. Ironically, what you did was probably düzce escort the best thing you could have done because neither one of us would want to lose you, either. You know how much I love you.”

I nodded, feeling the first tear race down my cheek.

“When I first met you, I was captivated almost right away. Your innocence, your unique charm, your beauty and honesty,… I was so surprised when you actually called. … I should have listened closer when you said you weren’t a lesbian. I wanted you to be so bad, so I could have you and treat you so good for the rest of our lives. I’d never met anyone like you and I guess I was trying to convince myself of your orientation more than I was you. Again, I’m partly to blame here. Had I been honest with myself, I’d have seen how it really was with you sooner.”

“As for myself,” Daddy put in, “I,… I don’t know. I have no explanation for allowing what happened, and has been happening between us, or for why it’s going to continue.”

“You did what you did because it’s what Kat wanted and she did what she did to get her way. It’ll continue, because it’s already started and there’ll be no going back at this point. Neither of you could ever look at each other the same way again and the reality of the situation is that, now that what’s done is done, you’re both served better by continuing, just like we decided, John. You may feel the most at fault here, but considering the personalities involved, you’re the least at fault. Anyway,… I probably would have done the same thing in her position.”

There was a pause as we collectively looked down for a few seconds before Gina went on in a firmer tone.

“Kat, I don’t mean to pick on you, but I have to tell you,… You’re a self destructive personality. You go for what you want, in your case with the best of intentions, and fail to think of the consequences of your actions. Your hormones, or your ‘horny’ as you call it, sometimes directs what you want, but a certain lack of,… maturity,… keeps you from acting with reason. It’s sort of the negative side of the adorable, innocent, childlike aspect of your personality that drew me and your father, the same thing you can often use at will to get your way, especially with John.”

She sighed and went on, letting me know that her next words weren’t any easier for her than they would be for me.

“You would have ruined whatever you built with your father and you would have ruined him, too. Then, yourself. You became too good at circumventing his authority, doing end runs around your respect for him. Without his strength and wisdom in the driver’s seat, the childlike aspect of your personality and the choices it would have been allowed to make would have had disastrous consequences for you both.

“Baby, I’ve seen people like you before, some of them dancers. Some of them take meds. If they’re lucky, they have a personal situation where there are people who are aware of their problems and love them enough to keep them on track. As your father and I love you. I want you to understand that, while Sheila was a slut and you’re not, that’s not to say that she wasn’t exactly where you are right now when she was your age. Who’s to say she hasn’t gone down a road very similar to the one you’re on now to get where she was when she met your father? Do you understand?”

I nodded, sniffing a little, knowing that what she was saying was probably true, something I always vaguely knew about myself, the evidence being my lack of understanding in the more advanced mathematical or scientific concepts in school and my increasing social dysfunction as I supposedly grew older. Even the other students saw it.

Breaking the pause that followed her last words, Gina went on, “You haven’t lost us and you won’t. Again, we love you and we know you love us, however,… be warned that we’re aware now and we’ll be keeping an eye on you for all of our own good, not the least of which yours. Be the honest young woman we know you are, no more schemes, no more manipulation. Also,… now that I’m aware and that I’ve explained it to John, we’ve both decided that you shouldn’t dance anymore.”

“What? But, why?” I asked, tears still leaking from my eyes.

“Because, baby, dancing is a very bad profession for you.”

“But,… but you said you knew girls like me who were dancers.”

“That’s how I know it’s bad for you. It’s just not something you should be making a part of your life, plus, you don’t understand the kind of people you’ll be meeting. As smart as you are, with your personality, all it would take is for one snake in the grass to start telling you what you want to hear,…”

“But, that’s not fair! Da-ddy!”

“Like Gina said, this is both our decision. She’s only telling you because she’s best able to explain it.”

“But that’s no-!”

“Baby, stop whining,” she gently demanded. “The decision’s been made. I’ve already called Barry, your dancing days are over.”

“What!? You called-! edirne escort Oh, no!”

“Kathleen,” Daddy said firmly, “stop it. You’re not getting your way this time and that’s that.”

“But I have the right to work and get money-!”

“So, find some other job. You’ll get what you need and even what you want until-“

“Daddy, I don’t want your pity money, Gina’s either! I want-!”

“Hey!” he snapped, standing and taking my chin in his big fingers, pointing with his other hand, adding in a lower, but very firm voice, “What did I say, Kathleen?”

“I don’t get my way this time, I’m sorry, Daddy!” I whined, suddenly with the program in the way he always used to get me there.

He looked at me, kissed my pouting lips and sat again, his features remaining firm.

“And I won’t be allowing you to defeat your father’s decisions, either,” Gina informed, regarding him with approval, then me again with a stern smile. “You won’t get away with your little tricks where he’s concerned anymore and I’ve promised him that. Now, as for the way things will be between the three of us, you need to accept that you’ve already had your turn setting this little scene. We’ll make it work and we’ll all be happy just like you wanted, you just trust and help us, like we know we can trust and help you.”

Looking from Gina to Daddy and back again, I knew I was expected to speak now and there was no choice but to allow myself to be tied down by my next words.

” … It,… seems like so much stuff is changed.”

“Yes,” she replied, her expression encouraging and supportive, this one thing at least like it always was. “But, it’s okay. We’ll have lots of fun and don’t forget,… you’re the one who brought us together. You brought this change, you’re a big part of us and you always will be.”

I nodded, saying, “I trust you, Gina, you too, Daddy. (sniffle) I’ll help and I won’t be sneaky with either of you anymore.”

They smiled at me, believing me and that did a lot to make me feel better.

“One more,… little thing for now, slutty. We’d like you to dye your hair. Tomorrow.”

Okay, no way did I expect this. I nodded again, mostly because I would have agreed to almost anything at that point, but my renewed disappointment must have showed in my expression.

“Kitten,” my father said, “twenty years ago, Sheila Burchell came through this town, infected the lives of a group of people and left one hell of a mess behind. Even yours and Gina’s life have been infected by her and neither of you ever even met her. It’s her hair, not yours. Let it go with her.”

“I will, Daddy.”

I put my arms around him suddenly and began crying in earnest, seeing all the things they’d said, knowing it was all true. At that minute, I felt embarrassed by it, ashamed that I’d ever dyed it blonde, hated the fact I couldn’t magically change it right then. But, in another moment, he was hugging me back. He slid me right off the island and into his lap, kissing me, quickly nibbling my lip as Gina wrapped her arms around me, too. She kissed my face and assured me like Daddy was that everything would be alright after all.

Once we kind of made up, Gina straightened, and offered, “Coffee, anyone?”

It turned out that they both intended to call in sick the next morning and we all mellowed out over some coffee for a little while, sort of getting comfortable with each other again, I guess you could say.

We all went in to Gina’s bed afterward, not having sex, but just caressing one another lazily, scratching our backs and ending up in a nice tangle of naked arms and legs before we all fell asleep.

This morning, once we dressed, had eaten and such, she took Daddy around her apartment, giving him a tour.

“So, what do you think of my tastes?” she asked him.

“You taste great.”

“Not that! My décor!”

” … Honestly?”

“Yes, of course.”

“I like it, but I don’t.”

“Well, what do you like about it?”

“The colours and lighting. I kinda like the open concept, too, but it looks so uncomfortable, not like home is supposed to look. Kitten, what do you think?”

” … I agree with Daddy, but I think it’s just the furniture. The rest is cool.”

“Slutty, I thought you liked rolling around on my couch.”

He laughed, shaking his head, saying, “Slutty and smutty. You two are something else.”

“It just kind of evolved,” Gina explained.

“Wait till we come up with a name for you,” I teased.

“I personally like ‘Dad’,” Gina suggested naughtily.

“(giggle)”

“Daddy, even. Sometimes.”

He shot a quirky smile at me, then back to her, saying, “You’re kind of like another daughter anyway, coming over and eating my food, drinking my beer, treating me like crap and turning my other kid against me.”

She gave him a big wet kiss, then me one, looking as happy as I suddenly felt. She and I went out a bit later, leaving him there to himself for a elazığ escort short while, so we could make a single purchase. This is how I came to find myself standing in the same aisle of the same drug store where I convinced myself to go blonde, looking at the box of my original colour in my hand with a slightly upturned lip.

“You don’t have to go back to that if you don’t want to, you could go darker. Please don’t do red or auburn, though.”

“Hm,… Yeah, I could,… But, how much darker?”

She took the box out of my hand and put it back, then started scanning the colour ranges until she picked one out. Giving it to me with a hopeful smile, she said, “Well, if you wanted,… It might be kinda fun.”

It was her colour.

“Smutty,…” I said softly, smiling at her. “Really? Would it look good on me?”

“With those eyes of yours? Oh, yeah. I bet Dad will love it, too.”

We paused, beholding one another in the aisle at her reference to Daddy until she stepped forward and kissed me on the lips, yes, right there in the drug store!

“Thanks so much,” she said.

“It, uhh,… it doesn’t bother you,” I assumed more than asked. “Does it? Me and Daddy, I mean?”

“Uh uh,” she said, shaking her head.

” … How come? I mean, I cheated on you with him and I’d have thought that alone would have been bad enough, but with him? I would have thought you’d be,… well, disgusted. With us both.”

“Hm. Well,… Remember that little talk we had about what we fantasize about as opposed to what we’d actually do in reality?”

“Yes.”

She shrugged her shoulders, still smiling, now sheepishly and said, “That night we all wrestled,… I got turned on. But, not just for the reasons you’d expect.”

” … You mean you were,…”

“Sorry.”

“Imagining us,…?”

“It’s uhhh,… (ahem) a weird little kink,… Anyway, I was pretty surprised when I found out you two actually were,… Well, what with the surrounding circumstances, your horny and the man we’re talking about here, it was pretty easy to understand and accept.”

“It turns you on?”

She smiled and nodded, looking down again, but I was smiling about it as well. It explained, at least in part, why she wanted to call my father ‘Dad’, the other part undoubtedly being the very real father figure she must see in him.

“Um,… do you still see yourself as a lesbian?” I tentatively asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet.” She looked up at me again and added, “You kind of helped me to throw all that up in the air.”

“I’m sorry.”

” … It’s okay, I’m happy. And it’s not as if I’m ever going to get tired of miffy.”

“(giggle)”

I walked closer to her and gave her a kiss, heedless now in the familiarity of our relationship, the happy way it was when we first met, when I could be honest.

“Smutty, I’d love to have your hair colour. Just think about how we’ll look together in pink.”

When we got back home, barely in the door, Gina pushed me down to the couch and began pulling my clothes off right in front of my very surprised father. He watched her eat miffy until I came. After that, we dragged Daddy to the floor and had a little party with him.

He went home a little while ago, him having to work tomorrow and it being agreed that I’d spend the night with Gina. She’ll run me home before her shift tomorrow.

I can’t believe it, but everything seems to have worked out.

Apr. 28/09

When I walked in the back door, He was there in the kitchen, making supper.

“Whoa!” he said, his complete attention on me.

“You like it.” I assumed.

“Oh, yeah,… he said, putting down the spatula he’d been holding and walking over to look closer and run his fingers through my hair. “I love it. Way better than the blonde, and I’m not just saying that.”

“Thanks. I’m going for a new style tomorrow, if I can use the truck.”

“You don’t have to ask, kitten.”

” … I suppose I’ll never have my wifey car, now.”

“Says who?”

“Daddy, I’d rather earn it myself.”

“You do, you have been. Anyway, I’ve already been checking market values and looking around.”

I smiled sadly and took his hand.

“You do earn it,” he insisted. “Anyway, this is what men do for their wives. Can’t have a gorgeous little thing like you running around in some old fuckin’ truck, can we? No, you need a cool wifey car. Besides, I might want to use it sometime.”

I smiled wider, more happily and took his other hand, saying, “I’m so glad we’re alright.”

“We’ll always be alright,” he replied, taking me in his arms.

I reached up and put my arms around his neck and we kissed, standing there for a few minutes, passionately expressing ourselves with our lips and tongues.

After supper, when he’d showered and we’d both changed, we got in front of the TV, me leaning against him, his arm around my shoulder.

“Gina’s one hell of a girl, isn’t she?” he commented.

“Yeah.”

” … It’s hard to believe,…”

“What?” I asked.

“Well,… things have worked out so,… good for me, it almost makes me feel selfish and greedy.”

“That’s how she and I feel. You’re one in a million.”

“I’m just an average Joe.”

“An average Joe? Daddy,… (giggle)”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

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Chapter 3: Step Mom Discovers My Fetish

The morning after the “theatre episode” I did as Faye had instructed. I got up about 7:30, took off my pajamas and donned my robe. I took her black half-slip, now stiff from our “playtime” the night before and put it inside my robe. I headed down stairs and into the kitchen. Both Nikkie (Veronica’s nickname) and Faye were there, both dressed and ready for the day. Both greeted me with smiles and “Good Morning”. Nikkie was busy compiling a shopping list.

Faye had that special smile on her face she gets when she knows she has someone over a barrel or in a potentially embarrassing position. She finished loading the dishwasher and said, “Oh, you need that shirt today you asked for. Its in the laundry room. I was ironing it. Come on and I will finish it for you.”

The laundry room was almost a safe distance from the kitchen and we entered it. She half-way closed the door but left it uncomfortably open for me. She was between the door, and me so I was stuck. When (not if) she started something, we could be caught very easily. I had no doubt she’d come off innocent and I’d be the one explaining.

“Well?” she asked softly, then reached for the tie on my robe.

I pulled out the slip before she could untie me in an effort to maintain some modesty and control.

She took the slip, smiling and clucking as she first appraised it then dropped it into the washer, already loaded with dark nylon lingerie, but not started.

“Want to see mom’s new slip she was so proud of yesterday?” With that, her hand came out of the washer with the slip by the straps. It was stunning. The nylon shimmered in the light, begging to be touched. I could tell it would hit Nikkie just above the knee, starting with three inches of beautiful ornate lace. There was a lace trimmed 6 inch split on the side. The skirt was slightly flared. The bodice was mostly nylon with lace trim. There was lace around both the breast cups, but not over them. It accented them nicely. I fantasized about how Nikkie would look in it.

Faye, seeing my eyes widen, reached over with her free hand and pulled the tie on my robe. As the tie fell back and the robe opened, her gaze dropped to my already stirring cock. She then lowered the slip so the straps were about waist high in front of me and reached over so it was against me, then pulled it up slowly. As if commanded, my cock rose with the travel of the nylon against it. As her hand got even with my face, she gathered the slip and caressed my face with it, then pulling it around my neck. As she pulled it around she backed up a step. It felt so good. She held it up in front of her, modeling it.

“What do you think? Do you like it? Do you want it? You know you can’t.”

As pretty as Faye was, that slip was her mom, not her. I told her. She pouted not totally in mock anger and said “Eat your heart out. You’ll never know that pleasure.”

As she dropped the slip back in the washer, I started to close my robe, figuring the tease was over for the morning. It wasn’t. She picked up a pink waltz gown out of the basket on the floor, pulled open my robe and pressed the silky nylon against me.

“I was really mean to you last night wasn’t I? Let me make it up to you.” With that, both hands began rubbing that pink nylon against me. Her left hand rubbing my nipples with the nylon while the right paid rapt attention to my crotch. She worked quickly, the nylon encasing my sacks with her expert touch, kneading them just so till that feeling of electricity started coursing through me. Then both hands worked the nylon in my lap. Her right hand shifted, wrapping the nylon around my cock and stroking it, while her left worked my sacks and thighs. Precum oozed out in short order. She felt it wet the gown and unwrapped my cock so she could see it, then milked me into the gown.

“You have no idea how much I enjoy doing this to you.”

I wanted to reply but all I could do was moan. She shushed me then a light kiss.

“Quiet” she said, almost laughing.

I was close to cumming and she knew it. Again I saw that sparkle in her eyes and the demonic look on her face.

“FAYE, Would you look in the freezer and see if we have a roast for tomorrow?” Her mother called from the kitchen. It scared me but only mildly startled Faye.

“Just a minute, Mom.” And with that walked out of the laundry room and across the hall kırklareli escort to the upright freezer.

There was nothing to do but finish myself. It didn’t take long.

“Yes Mom there is a roast there. Do you want me to get it out?”

“Yes dear, put it in the sink so it can defrost.”

Faye grabbed the roast and turned around. She stood there looking at me with an expectant look. I came just as we made eye contact, the nylon caressing my thighs as my hand stroked my nylon-covered shaft. My knees almost buckled. She smiled and made a motion for me to stay as I was. I was still cumming. What did she expect?

She quickly put the roast in the sink and said a few words to her mom, then returned to the laundry room just in time to reach down and milk the last of my cum into the gown. Then she cleaned me up, making sure the last clean up stroke was with dry nylon on my shaft, and dropped it into the basket.

“Ok” she said loudly enough for her mom to hear but not so loud as to be obvious, “here is your shirt.” She then retied my robe for me, smiled and copped a feel as I turned to leave with the shirt.

I had given no thought to the gown that had just had me even though I hadn’t seen her wearing it before. I should have. The next time I saw it were the worst moments of my life.

I went upstairs and got dressed, came down and got a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Nikkie asked what were my plans for the day. I told her I was going over to my friend’s house and help him with his car, a mint condition 65 GTO. I was really looking forward to it.

I got back late that afternoon and was really in need of a shower. I could hear noises coming from the kitchen as I went upstairs.

Nikkie asked from the Kitchen “Ken, is that you?”

I replied that it was and that I needed a shower before anything else. I didn’t know it at that moment, but the relationship with my step mother was about to change dramatically.

The shower in my room was a really good one, lots of water, lots of pressure. I reveled in it for almost half an hour, scrubbing away all the grease and dirt from the day under the car. My skin was red from scrubbing. The big terrycloth towel felt good as it dried up all the water from the shower. I never heard her enter my room. Drying my hair and face, I walked into the bedroom naked.

I didn’t see her right away. As I brought the towel down from my face, I smelled her perfume before I actually saw her.

Nikkie was sitting in the easy chair in the corner of my room, her long legs crossed. She was wearing a black long sleeve nylon tricot jump suit, high heels and jewelry. The jump suit was unbuttoned enough to show cleavage. I could tell she was braless but did have panties on. The effect was stunning. She sat there studying me as I pulled the towel in front, wrapped it around and tucked it in.

“Its time we have a talk,” she said, eyes locked on mine.

“Uh, ok.” I was off-guard at finding her in my bedroom and her seeing me naked. “What would you like to talk about?” I asked, trying to regain some composure, and not being very successful.

“Tell me the meaning of this.” She said sternly, then held up the pink gown that Faye had taken me with that morning, the cum still wet on it. “Did you think I wouldn’t find it? Did you think I wouldn’t notice or if I did, I wouldn’t know what it was?”

I looked down at the floor. I knew I was turning red with embarrassment and shame. There was simply no way out of this. All I wanted at that moment was for aliens to abduct me right out of the room.

“I know guys, especially guys your age, masturbate. Those that say they don’t are lying. Most guys do it to Playboy or the like. Tell me why you used my gown.” She continued, “you weren’t by yourself in that laundry room long. You must have planned to do this.”

I stood in silence, head down, hoping for that abduction, or at least the floor to open up and swallow me. The truth would not work. She wouldn’t believe me and probably slap me silly.

“Do you have the hots for me? Is that it?” She uncrossed her legs, stood up and walked over to me, dropping the gown on the foot stool.

The faint smell of her perfume became stronger. It was hypnotic. The fear was still there but something else began to emerge. It was that funny feeling that hits before arousal afyon escort starts.

“Or do you like the feel of the nylon?” She lifted my head by the chin and looked into my eyes. My lower lip was trembling.

I could not say anything. The pleading in my eyes must have told her all she needed to know. She smiled and the stern look almost left her face.

“Which is it? Me or the gown?”

How could I tell her I didn’t even know it was her gown? How could I tell her that yes, I was turned on by her?

“Ok if you won’t speak, then we’ll find another way.” Her hand came up to the tucked in portion of the towel. I reached in panic to stop her.

“You have two choices at this point,” she said with that raised eyebrow look. “One I don’t think you will like. The other, well… we’ll see. Your first choice is to show me what you did with this gown. I know what you did, now I want to see you do it. The other choice is to explain to your father when he gets home what your sperm is doing on my nightgown. Make your choice. Since you are speechless at the moment, simply take your hand away from mine if you choose to give me a show.”

I dropped my hand.

“Good choice. This will be a lot more fun than the other choice.” She then tugged the edge of the towel and it came undone, falling to the floor.

She brought up the hand that had just released the towel and left me naked in front of her, and holding my cheek, reached over and kissed me. Her perfume continued to fill my lungs and weaken me.

“Now, lets have a look at you,” she said as she looked down and cupped my almost semi-hard cock in her hands. “That is going to be nice when it gets fully hard.”

She turned around and picked the gown up off the foot stool, then turned to face me.

“I think it’s mostly the nylon, but I think you like me too. Am I right? I saw the look in your eyes when I walked in on Faye’s slip show with you the other day. You clearly liked what you were seeing. I could tell you were dying to touch, to feel those slips.”

She caressed my cheek with the gown. The wet spot on the gown was so close I could smell my sperm even over her perfume. The silky nylon sent those feelings coursing through me. I gasped and my erection became even harder. My erection was now horizontal and she stepped up to me so that we were touching, body to body. I could feel her breasts against me and felt my cock slide in between her nylon cover thighs. She squeezed her thighs together and I moaned. She giggled. Again she kissed me, then pulled back slightly to study me. As I started to put my hands on her waist she intercepted them with her own and pressed the gown into them. Then she stepped back, separating from me completely.

“Enough of that for now. You made your choice and you are certainly ready.” Her voice got very husky and her eyes got almost smoky. “Show me what you did to my gown. Show me how you handle that fine cock of yours. Share your most private act with me.” She pushed the foot stool out of the way and pulled me closer to the easy chair then she sat down to watch.

Compelled to obey, on fire with passion for her from her kiss and feeling the nylon work on me, I began. I wrapped my cock and balls in the nylon and began stroking. She stopped me.

“Unwrap the head of your cock. I want to watch you cum. I want to watch your cum poor into my gown,” her voice thick with passion, her breathing getting heavy.

I obeyed. I was getting really turned on about this. Letting her watch me jack off into her gown was a total turn on. As I stroked I knew it wouldn’t be long. I felt the electric sensations starting sending shock-like sensations down my shaft with each stroke. Nikkie leaned forward to watch every action, every detail. She looked up at me briefly, her lips parted. She seductively licked her lips.

“Ken?” and the door opened. It was Faye. She stood there for a moment, taking in the sight before her.

“Mom, Why is Ken standing naked in front of you rubbing his penis with your nightgown?” She even had the cool to act totally surprised.

“Its called masturbation, dear. All guys do it. Stick around and watch. He’s really into this.”

I was beyond stopping, even for a surprise like this. Besides, it wasn’t anything new to Faye, in spite of what she just said to her mother.

“Um Mom, I’d amasya escort be care…” but her warning was too late.

“uuuuhhhhhh! Oh” The first rope of cum lept into the air as if fired by a gun. It hit Nikkie on her right cheek. The next rope landed on the inside of her right breast, standing out clearly against the black nylon of her jump suit. The third and fourth landed on the inside of her right thigh.

“-full, he’s a heavy cummer,” she finished.

“We’ll get back to just how you knew that in a moment. First, he has a mess to clean up,” Nikkie said in a mixture of pleasure and anger. She then dipped a finger into the rope on her cheek and brought it to her lips. “Nothing like teenage cum.”

As I brought the gown up to clean up, she stopped me.

“Not with the gown. I want you to lick it up. Start with my thigh. Hurry before it soaks in.”

I stood, speechless.

“Oh come on. There is nothing to be afraid of. Every guy need to know the taste of his own semen. Get on your knees and lick it off my thigh.”

I dropped to my knees and she pulled me between her legs, guiding my head to her thigh.

“Go on, or I’ll give the gown to your dad.”

I licked. A slight salty taste but not too bad. I licked some more, moving higher with each lick. She brought her other thigh up and caressed my cheek with it before draping her leg over my shoulder, and gently rubbing. It was all the encouragement I needed. I finished and even sucked the fabric to get it all, and finishing by kissing her thigh. She noticed and as I looked up gave me a smile and a squeeze.

“Now my breast.”

This time I didn’t hesitate. Her nylon covered breast was firm on my face. The rope was on the inside so I got to snuggle a little between both breasts while I licked. I worked around and got to her nipple and began to suck. There was no sperm there but her nipple was very hard and seemed to beckon me. She placed her fore finger and thumb under my chin and pushed me back.

“That’s enough of that for now. You still have this big batch on my cheek. I want you to scoop it up with your tongue but don’t swallow it. Share it with me in a kiss.”

My tongue went after that rope with a vengeance. I licked up the whole thing in one pass. She turned my head to her, “Kiss me, give me your cum.”

My tongue was sliding into her mouth before our lips made contact. She put her hand around the nape of my neck and held me while she literally sucked the liquid from my tongue. Once that was done, she concentrated on the kiss itself, and I found myself the recipient of the most passionate kiss I’d ever gotten. It left me gasping for breath, as we broke almost a minute later.

“Now, back to you, Sissy “(her nickname for Faye). “How did you know he is a heavy cummer?”

Faye studied her mom. She was seeing her in a new light. She liked what she saw.

“Oh Mom, I can’t lie to you. I was going to give him to you as a plaything. I have been training him for a while now. The sperm on the gown was my idea. I did him this morning in the laundry room. I figured you’d find it and explode. I didn’t realize the outcome would be this good. I really enjoyed watching you in action.”

“Thank you, dear, for both the compliment and the new plaything. I am glad you enjoyed watching. Its obvious he enjoyed giving us a show. Since it is obvious I can’t teach you the basics about sex, is there anything I can teach you?”

I had gone over to my bed to sit, still holding the gown. I listened in disbelief. I had become a sex slave to these two. Unconsciously, I cuddled the gown and spread it over my naked body as I sat and listened to them. Rubbing the nylon on my thighs, I pondered my fate. Then Faye spoke.

“Yeah, Mom, there is something. I would like to explore orgasm denial,” looking at me with that devilish sparkle in her eyes.

“Orgasm denial, huh? That’s a great idea. I haven’t done that to a guy for a long time. I guess we will have to do that another time, huh?”

“No Mom, we won’t. He recovers quickly. Look, he is already playing with the gown again. He’ll be hard as a rock in a few minutes, especially if we help him.” She then turned around with her back to me. “Unzip me, Ken”

I pulled the zipper down past her waist and reached up to slide the dress from her shoulders. She was wearing the slip she first used on me.

“He likes this slip a lot” she said, then commanded me to unhook her bra. After I had done that she turned around and pushed me back on the bed and climbed on. Her mother went around the other side of the bed and climbed on.

As they got comfortable with me sandwiched between them, Nikkie said “Don’t worry, sweetie. We’ll let you cum… eventually.” Then they both laughed.

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I had a choice of three universities, two out of town and one in town. It was a difficult choice. The one in town allowed me to live at home and save a ton of money with living expenses and I got along well with my parents, so that wasn’t an issue.

The one furthest away had a slightly better program, but travelling home at school breaks would be an issue and I simply didn’t want to be that far away from my family. That left choice number three and it became my first choice when I learned that my friend Emily was going to that university and she could arrange a room at the place she was staying.

Leaving home was difficult and the only ones sadder than me were my mom and dad. My dad was seldom emotional, but he even had a few tears drip down his cheeks. The night before, we had watched home movies and reminisced about all the funny and sad things that had been a part of our lives.

Last night, Dad quickly skipped over the video that included my last boyfriend, taken at Christmas time. We had dated for six months and it was just before Christmas that I gave my virginity to him. Between Christmas and new year that’s all he wanted to do and when I suggested we stop for a while, he left me. I was extremely hurt and both my mom and dad tried their hardest to put a smile back on my face.

It took months, but there were still times that I felt used and swore off guys. If I wanted sexual release, I would please myself or even try with another girl. For months I would tease guys and then act innocent. I wanted to be in control of my body, not them.

Emily and I shared a house with Carl. He studied hard and played harder and girls flocked to him. He became like an older brother to us and any guy who approached us had to pass his approval. We didn’t mind this; it was kinda cute and we both had far more interest in our grades rather than partying.

One night we did sleep together and the bliss we shared was heavenly, but one we didn’t share again.

We spent a great deal of time together and went home every long weekend and holiday. We were so close that my mom asked if we were lovers. I did tell her about our night together, but that it was a one time thing. That was the first time that mom told me about her experimentation in college as well.

During second year, dad told me that mom had not been feeling well and they were awaiting the results of tests she had undergone. Six months later, mom had died and father and I were alone. It was difficult for me and harder for dad. For six months he was like a zombie and nothing I did could ease the pain of our loss.

For third year, I decided to switch to the local university. Emily did the same and she helped ease my dad out of his dark state. He wasn’t his old self, but he was able to smile and there were more good days than bad ones.

The three of us took up skiing that winter and by the end of season we had advanced from the bunny hills to the more challenging ones. As the last weekend of the year approached, dad surprised us with reservations at one of the cottages for the closing weekend.

“Thanks, Mr. Hill,” Emily said. “This has been a fantastic weekend.”

Dad smiled. He had lost a wife, but gained a step-daughter.

“It’s been my pleasure kütahya escort and it’s such a joy to have both you and Sarah with me.”

“Dad. Mom loved your smile and I do to. I’ve missed seeing it and I think it may be back to stay.”

“I think so too, sweety,” Dad said. “I think so too.”

The school term was coming to an end and the only thing left was a week of exams. Emily and Sarah studied together on the courses they took and after dinner, Sarah went to study with a friend on a course that Emily wasn’t taking.

Mr. Hill was pleased with the grades Sarah and Emily were getting and studying together helped reduce the pressure, but he saw that Emily was going at it for too long and suggested a break.

Mr. Hill picked a movie and while Emily made the popcorn, he settled on the couch and forwarded the film past the opening credits. The scent of hot buttered popcorn filled the house and Emily walked in with one big bowl.

Mr. Hill expected a bowl for each, with Emily sitting in the lounger, however, she sat on the couch and placed the bowl between them. Half way through the romantic comedy, Emily moved the empty bowl to her right and shifted closer to Mr. Hill.

Her left hand moved between them and the outside of their hands touched. Mr. Hill was about to move his hand away, but the warmth and softness of Emily’s hand reminded him of his wife’s touch. He loved her touch on his hand, his arm, his hair and his forehead. He also loved when her fingers curled around his cock, but even a light touch anywhere was sheer bliss for him.

Emily felt a slight increase in heat from Mr. Hill and slowly rubbed her index finger over his. She had become so close to this man and sensed the pleasure that flowed from her to him. She continued this and then moved slowly up to his elbow.

The hairs on his arm stood up and Emily continued, receiving as much pleasure as she was giving. Her hand slid off his arm and dragged slowly across his chest. His muscles were firm and she could feel a softness that indicated a light patch of hair.

She turned, leaned and placed a soft kiss under his ear.

Mr. Hill shivered. It had been so long since he had been touched and kissed. His wife touched him like this and a thousand times she had placed a kiss on his neck below his ear and he sighed, remembering them all.

Emily nuzzled along his earlobe and raised her hand until it stopped on his cheek and turned his head to meet hers. Her lips touched his, tasting salt, butter and maturity. If there were any thoughts of guilt, they weren’t strong enough to stop her.

A fleeting thought of stopping this kiss vanished as quickly as it had appeared. He knew he had missed his wife’s touch and at this moment how empty it had left him. Emily was his daughter’s friend, but she had initiated the touch and the kiss and he couldn’t bear to turn away from her. His lips softened, parted and he prayed she would slip her tongue into his mouth.

Mr. Hill’s lips were stiff, but quickly softened and Emily felt an explosion of heat between her legs when his lips parted. She slid her tongue inside, tasting the man who she had come to love. Her tongue duelled with his malatya escort and then fell into a pattern of soft licks.

Emily let her hand slip down and a whimper escaped her lips as she felt the length and thickness of his cock. Making him hard sent a shiver through her and she relished the control she believed she had. She fumbled with the button of his pants and his zipper and she drew a deep breath as her hand slipped inside his underwear and over his bare, hardness.

It was average in length and thicker than most and a delicious heat flowed from her fingers to her nipples and down to her pussy.

He groaned. The only hand that had touched him there in so long was his own. Masturbation gave some release, but nothing could compare to the touch of another. He loved how her tongue swirled in his mouth, but his testosterone kicked in and his tongue pushed its way into her mouth.

Her sweetness captivated him and he wanted to hold his tongue still, but another part of him wanted to thrust, and thrust he did. In…out…in…out. He imagined his tongue was his cock and she willingly sucked for more and more.

A bit of drool flowed to her chin and a bit of wetness dripped onto her hand. One was saliva, the other precum. It felt so good and she moved her thumb over his pee slit. It slid easily as more and more pre flowed from him.

His hips could remain still no longer and he arched again and again.

Her hand shifted, exposing part of his cock and he lifted his bottom and slid his pants down until his cock and balls were exposed to the young lady beside him.

She looked down, expecting to see a large, wide, mushroom sized cock head, but instead she saw only a pee slit, with the head covered with skin. Mr. Hill was uncut and she had never seen one before like that. She was mesmerized; it was so sexy.

Her fingers pulled gently and watched as the skin retracted, revealing a head that was as smooth as glass and shimmered like diamonds. She felt as if she were about to pee, but realized it was a flow of her heat; her readiness.

Mr. Hill slipped his tongue out of her mouth.

“Kiss it…lick it,” he said.

She had seen several cocks and had pleased her last two boyfriends with her mouth, but she didn’t really enjoy it and did it for their benefit, not hers. To have one inside her pussy was one thing, but to have one in her mouth was almost disgusting.

As if having her last boyfriend’s cock in her mouth wasn’t bad enough, her head had been held while spurt after spurt had entered her mouth and although most spilled out, some had slid down her throat. The taste was bitter and the salty flavour stayed with her for days. Her boyfriend had dumped her because she had finally said enough was enough and she would never perform oral on him again.

But the cock before her was mesmerizing and it was like she was being hypnotized; hypnotized to obey him and do what he asked, or more to the point, demanded.

She slid down, Mr. Hill’s scent capturing her; making her mind and body weak. The male scent surrounded her ad she closed her eyes, letting her lips be drawn to his slit and the precum waiting for them.

It was as batman escort if her lips had stepped into a warm bath and she tasted a sweetness that put honey to shame. Her tongue slid out and brushed over the tip of his cock, drawing in more of the nectar that was flowing out.

One lick followed another until the taste of him was branded into her mind. She was floating on clouds of marshmallows, not realizing that her lips had pursed lightly and formed the perfect kiss.

He watched as she went down on him, unprepared for the feelings that were about to wash over him. At first, his wife was reluctant to perform oral on him, but over time she learned how to please him and through that, pleased herself tenfold.

He sensed that same mental reluctance in Emily and knew that her experience was limited, but her tongue demonstrated a talent that few women had. He normally produced a fair quantity of precum, but never had it flowed as it did now.

For a moment he thought it may be urine, but that was absurd and he let the river flow.

His fingers slipped through her hair and he guided her down until her lips had taken in the head of his cock. The warm wetness caused tingles to flow down and curl his toes and it took all his willpower to stop the ejaculation that was spring loaded to erupt.

“Good girl,” he said. “Feel it; let your mind drift around it.”

Emily barely felt the fingers sliding in her hair and the gentle pressure was welcomed as her lips slid with ease over the head of his cock. There were good girls and bad girls in high school and the bad girls were the ones that would suck a cock. She prided herself in being a good girl; but now, she was being a very bad girl.

A penis thrusting in her pussy made her juices flow, but the cock in her mouth made her melt into a pool of heat. She felt more precum flow and she rolled it on her tongue, savouring it before letting it slide down her throat. She felt like a baby, being fed not from a nipple, but from this delicious cock that was turning her into jello.

The grunts she heard sounded as if in the far distance, as did the words … “I’m cumming.”

The first spurt sprayed against the roof of her mouth and two more spurts followed in succession. It was hot, copious and was the very essence of the man whose cock was in her mouth. She tried to swallow, but there was so much and she began to gag.

Mr. Hill had not wanted to cum in her mouth, but his lack of sex had eroded his discipline and he couldn’t help but let his release find a home in her mouth. Her gagging sound tore him from his sexual stupor and he pulled out.

Like a fire hose out of control, the last of his spurts landed on her cheeks and her nose.

Their eyes stared at each other and Mr. Hill saw the results of a cock and balls that had been in long term storage and then released to freedom.

Emily felt a gooey wetness roll down her cheeks and to her lips and chin. Her tongue slid out and gathered what it could and retreated back in her mouth. She smiled as she saw a grin crease over his lips.

He wiped her cheeks with his fingers and slid them into her mouth and she sucked on them, teasing him with promises of what lay ahead.

A short time later, Sarah came home and discovered Emily on the couch and that dad had just gone to bed. She slid next to her friend.

“What you watching? Did you study all night?”

“Nothing really,” Emily said. “No, I took a break and watched a movie with your dad.”

“Was it any good,” Emily asked.

Emily grinned from ear to ear. “It was amazing.”

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