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     This devious tale about the new maid that comes into 
     the house and suduces the father then wants more!


     Disclaimer:

     All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
     imagination.  Constructive e-mail welcome.


     The Maid
     ========
     by Caesar  c1994

     She came highly recommended, with references and a
     resume that greatly impressed me.  The children
     loved her, my wife was thankful of the excellent
     work she did, and I was able to spend more time
     with my work.  The maid also entered my family and
     began to systematically control or terrorize
     everyone in the household.  It was a warped and
     demented person that used every device available
     to her to manipulate me and my loved ones.

     Tiyar was gorgeous.  And because of that simple
     fact, perhaps I gave her too much lassitude.  My
     wife was the one that actually hired her, Linda
     was very impressed with the young woman she had
     hired.  Everything was going fine for several
     months, the new live-in maid was perfect.  Life
     between me and my wife was renewed.  And my two
     kids seemed happy with the maid, and the
     intoxicating feelings their parents radiated.
     My wife even phoned the references, and they all
     were impeccable and just a little impressive.  And
     the months after she moved in, proved that our
     patience and diligence in looking for the perfect
     maid seemed to pay off when we found Tiyar.

     When things began to change, it wasn't anything
     huge or obvious, just simple little intuitions
     that became more and more obvious.   For instance,
     my teenage daughter seemed to be infatuated with
     the new woman in the house and followed upon every
     word and action the maid did.  While I noticed my
     wife was becoming the direct opposite.  Looking
     upon the brown skin beauty with contempt and
     disgust, though she had yet to mention her
     feelings and I don't know why her feelings have
     changed about the maid.  In truth, I was the last
     to realize what was going on in my own house.

                         -*-
     This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
     the house and suduces the father then wants more!


     Disclaimer:

     All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
     imagination.  Constructive e-mail welcome.


     The Maid - Chapter II
     =====================
     by Caesar  c1994
     
     "Sir, I found this note in the garbage.  Is it
     yours?"  The dark brown innocent looking eyes of
     Tiyar awaited my answer as she held out the
     crumpled paper to me.
     
     "Thank you."  I took the note and read it.  It was
     from my business partner, and that an important
     meeting had been rescheduled, to start and hour
     ago!  I could not control the anger in my voice,
     "Did you take this note Ti?"  I often called her
     this, she had asked me to during the first week
     she began work.
     
     "No Mr. Simons."  And I believed her, it was
     written in my wife's handwriting.
     
     "God damn it all too hell!"  I spun about and
     slammed my hands upon my desk.  I forgot the maid
     standing at my flank.  Since I missed the meeting,
     my company probably lost the chance we had for a
     huge account, and a large amount of revenue.  Why
     would Linda throw out a message that I hadn't
     received yet?
     
     I spun about to go out to the backyard where my
     wife was taking in some sun, instead I discovered
     Ti kneeling before me.  Her head was down as she
     picked up the mess I had made that morning while
     working.  From the angle that she was I could see
     directly down the front of her dress to her ample
     bosom.  The naturally brown skin tantalized and
     stunned me for a brief second.  I, of course, had
     noticed that the maid was a very beautiful young
     woman, but usually my appraisal was less than
     energetic.  The large firm mounds swayed beneath
     her as she reached and grabbed the small bundles
     of garbage, a sight that greatly incensed me.  I
     could see much of her breast, minus the sight of
     her nipple, a part of her that I greatly imagined
     the sight of.
     
     After several enjoyable moments of this sight, she
     looked up directly into my eyes, her hand and
     knees still upon the floor.  Silence.  I was
     extremely conscious that my knees were spread and
     she was but an arm's reach from my crotch, while
     her face was level with my lap.
     
     "Honey?!"  It was Linda.
     
     It took a few seconds before I answered, all
     thought of the crumpled note gone, just the silent
     beauty kneeling before me in my thoughts.  "Yes?"
     Ti stood and immediately took the garbage pail out
     of my den.  My wife entered seconds after, dressed
     in a see-through summer wrap which revealed her
     one-piece bikini underneath.  "Oh..."  I was
     startled by her sudden appearance.
     
     "Hi dear, did you get some work done."  It wasn't
     really a question since she knew the answer to
     that query.  "I was wondering if you want me to
     get you anything from the market?"
     
     I barely understood the words that she spoke, as
     my attention was centered upon her chest.  The
     sway of it hypnotized me and demanded my action,
     as I enjoyed my wife's bosom reminiscent of Ti's.
     I stood suddenly and pulled my wife to me, my
     mouth immediately pressing against hers.  I was
     hungry for relief, also I wanted to taste her sun
     warmed soft breast.  This was not as unusual an
     uncontrollable emotion as it seems, since when we
     were first married I often lost control of my
     senses and thought with my lower head.  Though I
     had not given this type of demanding attention to
     my wife in over ten years, and she wasn't prepared
     for my animal hunger.
     
     My sight was filled with the sway of Ti's brown
     skinned breasts and my own wife's soft chest even
     as my hands pulled the straps down from Linda's
     shoulders revealing her left white boob.  My
     salivating mouth encircled her nipple.  I didn't
     notice my wife's nervousness or surprise at my
     actions.  She didn't resist me, but she also
     didn't help me any.  The only thing that escaped
     her lips, was a simple "oh", when my tongue
     flicked her hardened nipple.
     
     I spun my wife about and pressed her down onto the
     top of my desk.  Quickly I pulled the crotch of
     her bikini to the side held it wide as I freed my
     cock.  I sunk my manhood deep within her in a
     single lunge.  My passions rushed my actions and I
     pressed my wife's shapely legs to her chest giving
     me direct access to her love channel.  She moaned
     and rotated her hips, while I was in a frenzy as I
     pounded into her again and again.  Linda began to
     squeeze her own exposed breast, the other hand
     moving down between her spread legs to flick her
     blood-enlarged clitoris.
     
     My surprised wife orgasmed even as my own shot
     deep within her.  I fucked her as an animal, and
     she in turn enjoyed my actions.  My life giving
     juices shot out of me even as I noticed a movement
     from the still open doorway.  Linda had her eyes
     tightly closed as she spasmed in sexual relief,
     and didn't notice my movement nor saw the maid
     standing in the door watching our nuptial
     coupling.  Ti was rhythmically squeezing a large
     breast above her clothes while the other hand
     rubbed outside her covered sex mound.  I was
     startled and excited at the sight of my maid as
     she viewed my enjoyment with Linda.
     
     My wife's voice caused the maid to turn quickly
     and leave the open doorway, while my attention was
     again returning to normal and I looked deep into
     my wife's happy eyes.  "I guess you don't want
     anything from the store?"  I hadn't the energy to
     laugh.
     
                         -*-
     This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
     the house and suduces the father then wants more!


     Disclaimer:

     All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
     imagination.  Constructive e-mail welcome.


     The Maid - Chapter III
     ======================
     by Caesar  c1994
     
     I hadn't forgotten the intoxicating sight of my
     maid's upper breast., nor the gentle sway they had
     undergone as she moved before me.  And the sight
     of Ti's excitement as she rubbed herself before me
     and my wife was embarrassing, not to say damn
     exciting.  Thank goodness Linda hadn't noticed.
     In fact, after our torrid encounter in my study,
     she had a renewed vigor and energy with me.
     Perhaps I should become a sexual beast more often
     with my wife.
     
     Nothing was said between Tiyar and myself about
     that afternoon.  We acted as if nothing had ever
     happened.  Yet our eyes would sometimes meet and a
     silent communication would be passed between us.
     A few times I had caught her eyes upon me,
     attempting to pierce my clothing.  I was also
     doing the same towards her.  Things would have
     continued from that point if I didn't walk in on
     Ti as she was masturbating.
     
     It was the Sunday after her witnessing my nuptial
     coupling and the house was quiet when I got home
     from golf.  I had thought everyone gone, even Ti
     since it was her day off, but I was standing in
     the hallway browsing through the Sunday Paper when
     I noticed movement from down the hall leading to
     the kitchen.  Actually, once I stuck my head
     around the corner the movement had come from the
     breakfast nook and not from the actual kitchen.
     And what I saw startled me, even after seeing my
     maids hunger as she watched me and Linda.
     
     Ti was sitting the large bay window that lead out
     to the backyard, her right side was facing me.
     She was sitting in the large comfortable chairs
     Linda had wanted so badly, and had her naked feet
     placed up on the window sill.  The long brown
     smooth legs were uncovered and lead right up to
     the edge of  her oversized tee-shirt, the knees
     well apart.  She was almost laying horizontal in
     that chair, but her head and neck was staring out
     the window directly at my wife's bikini clothed
     body.  That was a shock, but when Ti moaned and
     clenched her unseen crotch with both hands, I was
     truly amazed.
     
     Perhaps Ti had not been excited at seeing me the
     other day, but my wife!  I wasn't sure if I should
     be disgusted or turned on.  Ti was a very
     beautiful woman, and the fact that she was
     interested in my wife's body instead of mine
     puzzled me.  I could barely see Linda out in the
     yard, laying face down upon the huge towel.  Her
     body glistening with tanning lotion and sweat, the
     sun darkening her pale skin.  She too looked
     attractive.
     
     Again Ti moaned, one arm moving faster upon her
     crotch than the other.  I could just make out the
     faint noise of her juicy vagina as its folds were
     being manipulated.  As I stood dumbly in the
     hallway, Ti brought up one hand, covered in her
     sexual secretions and sucked on the fingers one at
     a time, being sure to get every drop.  She then
     used the same hand to begin to pinch her nipples
     through her tee-shirt.  Her bottom began to rotate
     upon the chair, in time to her moaning and heavy
     breathing, yet her eyes never left the naked limbs
     of my wife.
     
     Linda, meanwhile, was unaware of the audience she
     had.  But lay contented before the pool, a few
     feet from the large window.  She was reading one
     of those trashy novels housewives seem to purchase
     often.  Her feet were waving about in the air as
     she was raised up on her elbows.  Her breasts hung
     down in the slim bathing suit, and from the angle
     she was at I could see almost all the way to her
     navel.  A tall glass with a drink sat next to her,
     and she reached out to wipe the sweat from the
     clear cup.  She rubbed the moisture upon her upper
     chest and forehead.  Linda did indeed look
     delicious, and I may have lingered to enjoy the
     sight of her if Ti had not.
     
     The maid's enjoyment was reaching a climax, her
     body was quivering uncontrollably now, her calf
     muscles jumping in excitement.  The sounds of
     pleasure loud against the silence of the house.
     Ti stiffened noticeably while her body became like
     a statue for several lengthy seconds.  Her climax
     shot throughout her body, and then she began to
     relax and enjoy the sexual after affects.  It took
     a long time for her to gain her body back under
     control.
     
     Ti suddenly turned her head and looked directly
     into my eyes.  Without any emotion upon her face
     she looked down upon my bulging crotch and
     appraised my covered organ.  She stood, and for a
     brief second I wondered if she would come towards
     me, yet she promptly disappeared about the corner
     towards her bedroom.
     
     The breakfast room smelled faintly like a woman's
     sexual heat, and I stood before the large window
     at the close proximity of my wife as she was still
     unaware of what had just transpired.  Out of the
     corner of my eye, I again saw movement, but so
     enthralled was I in what I had just seen, I didn't
     realize it was from the opposite direction than
     Tiyar had departed to.
     
                           -*-
     This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
     the house and suduces the father then wants more!


     Disclaimer:

     All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
     imagination.  Constructive e-mail welcome.


     The Maid - Chapter IV
     =====================
     by Caesar  c1994
     
     I had come to the conclusion that the sight I had
     witnessed had been a damn turn-on!  Watching the
     beautiful Tiyar masturbating was stimulating
     enough, but add the idea that what had prompted
     her action was my wife's near-naked body was
     extremely exciting.  That night as I lay next to
     my sexy wife, my cock pounding back and forth in
     her wet hole, my vision was filled with Ti.  I
     fantasized about my maid, and the erotic sight of
     her masturbating while my near-naked wife lay
     unsuspecting near by.
     
     Though things about the house seemed to return to
     "normal".  I treated Tiyar the same as I had
     before my sight of her enjoying herself.  If
     anything, my wife noticed the difference just by
     the amount of sexual attention she was receiving.
     Almost daily I would point my active imagination
     upon my unsuspecting, but pleased, wife.  I didn't
     think I would again enjoy such a high sex drive
     now as I had when I was still in my late teens.
     So, Ti was responsible for my marriage becoming
     almost better than ever.
     
     The occasion was Ted and Sherry came over for
     supper and drinks.  It was a usual occurrence,
     happening about once every month.  The five of us,
     including Ti, sat about eating the delicious
     Italian cuisine and chatting normally.  Everything
     was normal.
     
     I felt a light touch upon my right side, next to
     my trouser zipper.  Thinking I had dropped
     something in my lap, I glanced quickly down and
     saw a small thin brown skinned hand reaching for
     my zipper.  Like a flash I forced myself to look
     up, and not at Ti, who was busier than anybody
     actually realized at that table.  I grasped her
     small hand in my beefy paw just as she found the
     clasp to the zipper.  She didn't resist as I
     pushed that hand firmly away from my lap.
     
     Again, she reached for me, and again I forced her
     hand away from me.  I quickly glanced to my side
     and saw that she was chatting with my wife and
     Sherry, while Ted looked on and listened
     dutifully.  This time when her hand found my
     zipper, I didn't resist.  Perhaps it was the many
     nights of fantasizing or the sheer lust I had for
     my young maid.  The zipper barely resisted her
     attempts and I felt a breeze well within my
     trousers, before slim cold fingers fumbled with my
     the fly on my boxer shorts.
     
     I couldn't resist tensing up when her cold fingers
     found my flaccid sex, but thankfully no one
     noticed my discomfort.  Quickly, she rhymically
     squeezed my cock until it quickly hardened.  Again
     I glanced down, the sight irresistible, her thin
     fingers attempting to circle my throbbing member.
     The fingers warmed quickly upon my penis, and she
     slowly moved it up and down, stroking me expertly.
     I didn't resist, nor did I help, I just sat their
     and enjoyed it.
     
     Across the table, my wife looked over at me and
     smiled happily.  Seconds later, Ted began to
     question me about business, and I animatedly
     chatted with him.  Up and down the fingers went,
     and my mind began to drift.  Just when I thought
     it prudent to discontinue, Ti withdrew her hand
     from my raised pole and grasped my hand discretely
     and pulled it to her lap.  She was wearing a loose
     summer skirt and I found the hem raised to her
     waist.  My maid placed my hand directly between
     her warm thighs and right upon her wet hairless
     uncovered crotch.  I almost lost my supper.  She
     returned to stroking my cock.
     
     Never before had I felt such a sexy and wet slit.
     It was a marvel that I explored more out of
     curiosity than passion.  Her natural juices had
     coated the whole sex mound and her strong inner
     thighs, which in turn coated my hand.  I had to
     resist the temptation to lift my fingers to my
     lips to taste and smell her.  I could feel the
     dilemma that she was creating with her stroking
     fingers upon my cock, and I acted out of  instinct
     as I found and rotated her clitoris.  She wiggled
     with delight, while asking my wife a question
     about the meal.
     
     I remembered the sight as my wife had lain within
     sight of my maids excited eyes, and her reaction.
     It was obvious to me that she had not thought only
     of my pretty wife as sexy.  The moving fingers
     were proof of that.  I could feel the tension
     building between my legs and knew this engender
     would soon come to a close.  As the sperm began to
     build in pressure, I plunged a single finger into
     her surprisingly tight sex hole.
     
     I could feel my seed shoot out the head of my cock
     even while her vagina clasped my fucking finger in
     a hungry and climaxing grasp.  It was one of the
     most peculiar orgasms I have ever had.  Ti and I
     both climaxed simultaneous, neither had a huge
     cum.  I for one was attempting to hide my
     enjoyment for my wife and company, while very
     conscious of any above table movements.  It was a
     strange orgasm that I had, but fulfilling all the
     same.
     
     Several moments went by and Ti and I returned our
     hands to our laps.  Unseen by anyone else at the
     table, my maid daintily lifted her expert hand and
     licked off two drops of pearly white sperm,
     smiling at me all the while.  I looked into her
     eyes as I finally lifted and quickly tasted my
     hand, her juices delicious and her sent strong but
     highly addictive.
     
     
                           -*-
     This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
     the house and suduces the father then wants more!


     Disclaimer:

     All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
     imagination.  Constructive e-mail welcome.


     The Maid - Chapter V
     ====================
     by Caesar  c1994
     
     What happened next should be obvious.  That I
     would seek out the maid and become a sexual beast
     upon her.  Yet, that is not how it happened.  I
     did seek her out in the darkness of the night, but
     could not find her in her room or even in any of
     the obvious places in the house.  So I began to
     hunt the not so obvious places.
     
     I came upon my teenage daughters room and the
     slightly open door.  The crack glowed with a
     yellow pale light from within, though not enough
     to even brighten the hallway which I stood.  It
     was no perverse or demented reason that I stole a
     peek into my daughters privacy, just simple
     interest and casual turn of the head.  Inside, my
     slim pretty young girl leisurely masturbated
     unknown to her fathers sudden surprise.
     
     At first, I was surprised and shocked that my
     "little girl" had advanced in years that her own
     sexuality had emerged.  Something that I had
     dreaded and pretended not to notice.  Yet, my
     eyes, and ears, proved that her body was becoming
     something that a father never wants for his
     daughter, a "woman".  A wave of guilt ran through
     me, from my intrusion into affairs that hardly
     included me.  Yet, her slim strong tanned limbs
     enticed and seduced my vision as well as my mind
     and I stood rooted to the spot, my eyes glued to
     the long spread legs of my own flesh and blood.
     
     Time had no meaning, it was measured in the
     movement of my daughters long shiny wet fingers
     upon her obviously excited vagina.  She was naked,
     not a stitch of clothing or a blanket hid any part
     of her from my prying eyes.  I would involuntarily
     lick my lips as I watched the excited young lady
     arch her back off the bed, and grasp her own young
     firm breast in her claw-like-hands.  The hand
     between her legs would move to the enlarged
     clitoris showing above her glistening slit to
     agitate it viciously, before moving back down to
     rub up and down the full length of her slightly
     spread sex lips.  Her gasp of self-pleasure
     echoing in my ears, almost deafened me with my
     guilty lust.
     
     My body was secular to my single sense of sight,
     yet that sight noticed a movement beneath me.  Or
     rather, just in front and below me.  Tyar's eyes
     looked directly into my own, her fingers fumbling
     with my tied off rugby bottoms.  Shocked that I
     had a witness to my incestuous thoughts, if not my
     inaction, and shocked that she obviously cared
     not.  My hardness emerged with a insistent jerk
     that slapped the young woman on her cheek.  With
     her eyes still looking into my own, she opened her
     mouth and swallowed two-thirds of my manhood.
     This time, my own quiet moan of delight resounded
     in time with my daughters mounting excitement.
     The maid, closed her eyes and earnestly began to
     please me.  So my vision again returned to my
     daughters quickening movements.
     
     The teenager rolled to her side away from me, and
     the doorway, her hips pumping her sex against her
     wet fingers.  She bit into her own pillow to
     stifle a scream of pleasure.  Even as my daughters
     orgasm approached, so did mine.  A part of me
     wanted to feel my seed spend at the exact moment
     my daughter reacted to her own out rush of energy.
     And with the help of the determined lips and mouth
     of my hired-hand, it would soon be accomplished.
     
     The seconds progressed more quickly than before,
     much to my disappointment.  My daughter returned
     to laying upon her backside, her legs spread
     almost horizontal and never once touching the bed.
     I was amazed at my "little girl's" sexuality, the
     emotions she was about to expel was proof of her
     capacity.
     
     The face bobbing upon my cock, mattered little, Ti
     didn't matter only her working mouth did.  And
     even then, only to produce an orgasm that I had
     thought too dirty an action to do while being a
     witness to my daughters enjoyment.  And Ti did an
     expert job, even though she could not witness what
     I could see.  And as greedy as I was, I am glad
     that I was the only witness to the beautiful young
     ladies pleasure.
     
     My cock began to shoot even before I was aware of
     the fact, so engrossed in my own daughters orgasm.
     She clenched fiercely, both her thigh and shoulder
     muscles quivering violently, even while her teeth
     ground and her fingers dug into flesh.  I thought
     my darling young girl would hurt herself, for that
     briefest of moments, until she again collapsed
     flat upon the bed, her body draped in exhaustion.
     The last of my sperm was deposited upon the brown
     skin of my maids cheek.
     
     I could barely stand, and backed up to lean
     against the hallway wall.  My maid, stood
     triumphantly and pressed her clothed body against
     my own.  Without a word she kissed me
     passionately, my own taste entering my mouth along
     with her spearing tongue.  The kiss lasted a scant
     few seconds, long enough for me to feel a gentle
     ripple in my sex, before my maid stood away from
     me.  She stole my soul with her piercing gaze,
     then turned and left me alone in the hallway.
     
     Guilty at all that had transpired, I quickly
     returned to my wife and my bed.
     
                       -*-
     This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
     the house and suduces the father then wants more!


     Disclaimer:

     All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
     imagination.  Constructive e-mail welcome.


     The Maid - Chapter VI
     =====================
     by Caesar    c1994
     
     My obsession of Tiyar increased after that
     incident, her availability seemingly open after
     our brief encounters.  I desired the need to
     possess her lovely body for my own.  My vision was
     not secular, I did notice that my wife was looking
     very sexy these last few days, and my daughter was
     no longer a "little girl".  Yet I didn't seek out
     the attentions of my maid, instead used my wife as
     a vehicle of my desire.  At least once a day I
     would feel the need to enjoy my wife's pretty
     body, and it was always hard and fast.
     
     I hadn't thought my wife needed the attentions of
     another man, nor did I expect to find her doing so
     in my own house.  Yet that is exactly what I
     discovered.  Or rather Ti gave me forewarning and
     showed me my unfaithful wife's wicked ways.
     
     The finger at her lips suggested she desired my
     silence, and I was about to speak up anyway, at
     least until I heard my wife's voice.  I walked
     silently over to the living room door and looked
     through the crack that the maid held open.
     Inside, Linda lay sideways upon the couch, her
     head on my sons shoulder, her hand upon his lap.
     While he sat facing me, her one arm around his
     mother, the other nervously clenching a pillow.
     
     Next to me, Ti moved away allowing me to get a
     better view while she stood back and watched me.
     I knew not what they were discussing nor why I was
     spying upon my family, it appeared they were doing
     nothing wrong.  Yet a gut feeling held me in
     place.
     
     "So you find her more attractive than me?"  It was
     a strange question coming from my wife, at least
     when talking with her teenage son.  He shrugged,
     unsure.  "Tiyar is very attractive isn't she?"
     She was attempting another tactic.  My son nodded
     affirmative.  "Then you have had sex with her?"
     Her voice had an edge.  This sent a cold chill
     down my spin, and I anxiously awaited the
     response.
     
     My son finally spoke up, "N...no."
     
     "But you think of her when you play with
     yourself?"  I could see his face turn red and
     nodded, yes.  "How about when you fuck me?"
     What?!
     
     Linda's words shot spikes through me and I almost
     collapsed upon the floor.  By her own admission
     she has had sex with our son.  Everything I ever
     thought about my home life was shattered in only
     seconds.  How could this ever happen?
     
     The lad nodded no again and Linda looked relieved.
     She opened her mouth and sucked his ear briefly,
     then she whispered something.  He smiled hugely
     and moved his arm around her further and cupped
     her full breast above her blouse.  "Be careful
     dear, your father will be home soon.  And that
     tramp is still in the house!"  I could hear the
     venom in her voice when she spoke about Ti.  My
     wife's hand moved up the boys thigh and cupped his
     bulging shorts, gripping him in a solid hold.
     Linda, compared to her maid, was a slut.  Any
     woman that desired, seduced, and fucked her own
     son could be termed nothing but.
     
     He moved sideways towards her on the couch,
     "Please mother!"
     
     Linda giggled then spoke quickly as she bent over
     into his crotch, "Okay dear, but make it quick."
     I could see her nibble fingers unzip his cutoffs,
     a small hard cock quickly plopped out, pointed
     right at my wife's mouth.  As I would have seen
     her do to me, she opened her mouth and inhaled his
     young cock, which caused him to gasp out with
     pleasure.  Her face and head quickened, attempting
     to produce the teens orgasm as fast as she could.
     I could hardly breath, as she mumbled between down
     thrusts, "You...taste good! I will...suck...as
     long as...you don't...fuck the maid."  I watched
     as my son, grunted then grasped his mothers head
     in his strong youthful hands and begin to brutally
     fuck her face.  She managed a few more words,
     "Promise...me...?"
     
     Just as his words escaped his lips, "I promise
     mother", he forced my wife's face flat against his
     stomach, the whole cock inhaled, while he
     obviously had an orgasm.  His grunts of passion
     echoed her moans of pleasure.  It all ended very
     quickly and my wife sat back up smiling at our
     son, while whipping away a drop of his pearl
     colored come upon her chin, with the back of her
     hand.
     
     "Don't forget you promised?!"  She teased him,
     while standing and lifting the front of her
     flowing summer skirt.  The off-white colored
     garment was bunched around her waist and my sons
     hands reached up and, with a smile, pulled his
     mothers cotton white panties down to mid thigh.
     The teen reached around, cupped her round firm
     asscheeks in his strong hands and pressed his face
     into her crotch.  She moaned yet again, as a
     response to his actions.  My vision was obstructed
     since, she had moved to stand before my son and
     the couch, her backside to me.  I could see her
     tan-lined ass rotate even while he roughly
     manipulated her round bottom.  Also, she began to
     taunt and guide him with words that tore my heart
     out, and left my love for the woman I married a
     charred husk of lies and deceit.
     
     "Again...yes dear...fuck my clit...in a circle,
     yea right there...ugh huh...yes!"  In fact she
     continuously talked to him through the whole five
     minutes he was down between her legs.  I almost
     wished I had a better view of the incestuous
     action.  But alas, it also ended with my wife's
     orgasm.  Her buttocks rippling uncontrollably, and
     my sons gasps for air all happened after an
     eternity of witnessing the degrading and
     disgusting sights.
     
     Silently, as a zombie, I closed the swinging doors
     to the living room.  My actions, and body, were an
     automation.  My mind was thinking and remembering
     the last few moments, while my body slowly
     returned to my car in the garage.  I was about to
     leave it all at that point; my wife, and two kids.
     And yes, even Tiyar.  But something held me back.
     Perhaps it was the fear of the unknown life that I
     would have had to lead, or the pain of viewing the
     sight of my wife and my son giving each other oral
     sex.
     
     Slowly, after an undetermined time, my mind
     returned to my body.  I finally resolved to stay
     at home, and not intervene until such a time as I
     knew what the hell was going on.
     
     
                          -*-
     This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
     the house and suduces the father then wants more!


     Disclaimer:

     All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
     imagination.  Constructive e-mail welcome.


     The Maid - Chapter VII
     ======================
     by Caesar    c1994
     
     The next few days were distant, at least with my
     interactions with other people.  I barely spoke to
     my wife, and never touched her.  She, of course,
     noticed my coldness and inquired into my feelings
     and thoughts, I just smiled as warm as I could
     then allowed her to kiss me.  On the cheek.  I
     avoided my daughter, every time I saw her I
     picture that pretty woman laying upon her bed
     naked and damn sexy.  And, of course, the guilty
     pleasure I had received just from that sight
     alone.  As for my son, I went out of my way to not
     see.  And for some strange reason didn't blame him
     for what was going on with my wife.  Linda was
     older, and his mother, she was to blame.  I
     understood that teenagers had raging hormones and
     would take anything that came along, though I did
     wonder where the line must be drawn.  Tiyar was
     the only one that I didn't avoid, in fact I wished
     she would seek my company more often.
     
     I desired Tiyar's company for a new reason now; I
     thought she was the only one who knew the
     tremendous emotions running through me, and I
     figured I would be able to talk with her.  When
     that moment finally came, she sat down with me,
     alone in the house, and I talked for almost an
     hour.  While she was being the perfect listener.
     Even holding my hand, kissing the fingertips in
     sympathy for my words.  A new rush of desire ran
     through me, one solely to possess this beautiful
     and sexy maid.  It was stronger than lust before,
     this time I began to think I was falling in love
     with Tiyar.
     
     My house was not a comfortable place to live, my
     daughter was the first to voice this problem.  She
     cried upon my shoulder telling me that "everyone
     hated her".  Of course I reassured her this was
     preposterous while at the same time was very
     conscious of her warm young body fiercely holding
     me.  At that time, I didn't actually wonder why my
     daughter hadn't gone to my wife for support, as
     the two of them were usually bound tightly as some
     mother-daughters were.
     
     I didn't want my desire to rise, and I did attempt
     to hold it back, but my heart rate and sex had
     other ideas.  Could my daughter feel the growing
     size of my organ against her hip, as she sat upon
     my lap as she used to do as a very young girl?
     The sweat was rolling down my back and face, and
     it wasn't the heat.  I hated myself, hated what my
     body urged for.  My hand was nonchalantly laying
     upon my daughters upper thigh, and I wondered if
     she could feel it quiver as well as then forced
     will I put into it, just so it didn't move.
     
     She wiggled about, seemingly to get more
     comfortable, yet this stimulated my rock hard sex.
     Surely she could feel the manhood against her?
     She had talked herself out and just had her arms
     wrapped about my neck in a strong hug.  She was so
     small and attractive that my desire was strongly
     overcoming my willpower to stop any actions that
     may lead, or suggest, a lewdness or impropriety in
     our parts.  Incest is such a ugly word, as my wife
     should well know.
     
     I honestly do now know how far it would have gone.
     My daughter wiggled about even more, pressing her
     hip harder into my lap, my small breasts poking
     into my chest, and her soft cheek against my own.
     She only kissed me twice.  Two little peeks upon
     my neck.  But that is all it took, I lost control;
     my hand slid up between her thighs and began to
     slowly reach upwards to that warm wonderful spot
     that I had witness not so long before.  She
     responded by spreading her legs just enough for my
     hand to reach her covered crotch.
     
     My fingers touched the cloth covering her sex
     mound, I gently pressed into the lower crack then
     tracing upwards towards the spot that caused her
     to moan and wiggled about.  I was enjoyed the
     obvious heat and moisture in this region, when Ti
     walked in on us.  "Excuse me Sir, would a cold
     supper be all right tonight?"  I pulled away from
     my daughter, too stunned to think.  While she
     suddenly jumped up and walked away, quickly to her
     room.  If I had been thinking straight I would
     have known what she would be soon doing alone in
     her room.
     
     "My god!"  I gasped for breath, just realizing
     what I had been about to do, what I almost did.
     "Thank god."  Tiyar looked at me knowingly, yet
     with compassion.  "Thank you Ti, I..."
     
     The maid came over and replaced my daughter upon
     my lap, I still too stunned to even think
     straight.   "Understandable after everything you
     have been through."  She kissed my cheek softly.
     "And she is an attractive young woman," again a
     kissed this time upon the same spot that my
     daughter had kissed, "and you have been under
     great stress lately."
     
     "Yes..."  I realized that Tiyar had sat upon my
     lap, not sideways but facing me, her knees
     straddling my hips.  I could feel warm against my
     covered crotch as she pressed her sex against me.
     That was when I came out of my delerrime and my
     desire again rose to uncontrolled heights.  I
     reached between us and unbuttoned my fly,
     realizing my cock while feeling the naked hairless
     wet sex against the back of my hand, Ti hadn't
     worn anything under her short loose skirt.  In
     seconds my cock was finally inside the flesh of
     this woman I had desired so strongly.
     
     Ti groaned loudly, "I have been waiting so long
     for this.  It feels so good!"  She melted over me,
     her body obviously controlled my the junction
     between us.  She began to bounce upon me in long
     smooth strokes.  Part of our joining was just sex,
     the other was therapeutic.  My stress and
     uncontrolled thoughts finally left me, nothing
     mattered those few moments except for my rising
     orgasm.  She whispered fiercely into my ear, her
     voice getting raspier, "Cum in my mouth...I love
     your taste...", a long pause, "...I love you!"
     That would probably have floored me if we had not
     been fucking up a storm when she said it, instead
     it was natural thing for her to say.
     
     "I love you."  At that very moment I meant those
     simple words.  It was finally the anchor that I
     was looking for in my confused life.  Only seconds
     after speaking, my orgasm released deep inside
     her, forcing out the sexual tension that I had
     held back for several long heart wrenching days.
     
     It was the turning point for me.
     
                         -*-
     This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
     the house and suduces the father then wants more!


     Disclaimer:

     All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
     imagination.  Constructive e-mail welcome.


     The Maid - Chapter VIII
     =======================
     by Caesar    c1994
     
     Nervous that our relationship may become obvious,
     Tiyar and I had met secretly two evenings later.
     She came to my office, dressed in a long dark
     overcoat which looked suspiciously like one of my
     wife's.  The meeting between us had been planned,
     and I had scheduled my appointments accordingly,
     we intended to discuss my future plans.  I wanted
     her ear, the one that had sympathetically listened
     to everything I had to say earlier.
     
     My secretary had been notified that I was
     expecting my someone and let Ti in immediately.
     "Hello."  I looked up just as my maid closed the
     door behind her and I could hear the click of the
     lock.
     
     "Hi Ti, I'm glad you could come..."  I stopped
     when Ti unbuttoned her overcoat and let it drop to
     the ground, all she wore was black high heels.
     She stood there looking at me, waiting.  The young
     woman looked delicious and very desirable.  I had
     to admit that she had a very attractive body, one
     that any teenage girl would be envious of.
     Several short minutes went by as I studied her
     intimately, and she gave every indication that
     that was exactly what she wanted.  "I want to
     leave my wife."  I said it simply, but there was
     no reaction from Ti at all.  "And I would like you
     come with me?"
     
     This time I received a reaction, she slowly and
     leisurely walked towards me, her long brown smooth
     legs moving as if in slow motion.  Ti was coming
     over to my side of the desk.  I watched, my
     excitement climbing, as she stood next to my chair
     and I turned to face her.  She smiled for the
     first time since coming in the room then spoke, "I
     love coming with you!"  She emphasized, "coming"
     so strongly that I knew she had switched the
     subject.  Her voice was low and raspy, and very
     sexy.  Ti quickly descended to her knees before
     me, her eyes never leaving my own.  I could feel
     her nimble fingers upon my zipper, quickly opening
     it.
     
     "I don't think you should leave, it is your
     house."  With that, she lowered her face and
     opened her mouth.  She swallowed my cock almost
     whole.  The words I was going to say left my
     thoughts, as my head and heart were focused upon
     the wonderful attention my cock was receiving.  Ti
     was moving her head steadily up and down my shaft,
     her eyes had closed as she concentrated.  I could
     see that her cheeks were sunken in, and her throat
     bulged whenever she deep throated my cock on every
     down thrust.  My maid certainly knew how to suck
     cock.
     
     This pleasure didn't last very long, just as I was
     beginning to thrust upwards into her descending
     mouth, and my pleasure growing in amplitude, she
     pulled her face off me.  Without opening her eyes,
     she quickly stood and bent over the edge of my
     desk.  It was a large wooden desk and could easily
     hold our combined weights, though with her round
     buttocks raised high, and her back arched
     downwards, I knew exactly what I wanted.
     
     My cock stood up at an angle and didn't even shake
     as I stood.  I could hear Ti's whispered words
     just as I was about to aim my sex machine into
     her, "God...I need you inside me...hurry!"  With
     that I was merciless and didn't care if she was
     prepared for my thrust or not, I pounded into her
     like a spear into a prey.  Ti let out a groan of
     delight that I suspected escaped my office, my
     secretary must have heard.
     
     I grasped the pony tail and pulled it back,
     causing the pretty young woman to arch her back
     even more as well as lift her face far up into the
     air.  I began to rapidly slam in and out of the
     wet warm confines that my cock had discovered.
     She was speaking in time to her body getting
     slammed, "I...want to...stay with...you...forever!
     Fuck...me..."  And I barely noticed, but the words
     did register as she said, "I love you!", over and
     over.
     
     It was the second time I had entered her wonderful
     vagina, and like the first, I found it heavenly
     and didn't have any intention of leaving.  I
     wanted to flood her insides with my boiling sperm.
     She in turn was practically begging for the same.
     Yet, I remembered her words the first time we had
     fucked and pulled out from her cunt, extracting a
     loud moan of displaced pleasure.
     
     "Come here and suck my cock Ti."  I sat back down
     and she quickly retired to her kneeling spot
     before me.
     
     First she licked me, daintily enjoying her own
     flavor and juices on my hard organ.  When I was
     clean, she looked into my eyes, with what I can
     only describe as lustful love then said, "I will
     go anywhere you want, do anything you want, but I
     don't think you should leave your house."  I
     watched her take a lick at the pre-cum from the
     head of my dick and then savor it.  "You never did
     anything wrong, I think you should stay and she
     should leave."  Ti said "she" so venomously that
     there was no doubt what her own feelings were
     about my wife.  "She will not argue if you can
     prove she is screwing her own son."  I shivered in
     disgust, just as my maid again swallowed my cock.
     I knew she was right, I was not the one having an
     incestuous affair in our home, nor should I leave
     the house I worked hard to buy.  Linda should be
     the one to leave, the one to suffer. all I needed
     was proof.
     
     My orgasm was not long in coming, as my cock
     twitched inside Ti's mouth.  She sucked even
     harder as she attempted to extracted the juices of
     our joining.
     
                           -*-
     This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
     the house and suduces the father then wants more!


     Disclaimer:

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     imagination.  Constructive e-mail welcome.


     The Maid - Chapter IX
     =====================
     by Caesar    c1994
     
     I soon purchased an auto focus, auto forward,
     quiet camera.  My plans disgusted me, yet I knew
     them to be important if I wanted to keep
     everything that I ever worked for.  Ti was again
     the maid, our actions were innocent and nothing
     could be taken out of context.  Meaning, I didn't
     attempt to fuck her again, yet almost daily I
     received a sexy phone call from Ti, her husky
     voice sexily talking with me.  She also agreed to
     help me.
     
     After a week of waiting and watching Ti and I were
     only able to get a few pictures.  Linda, my wife,
     was sunbathing as she usually does on a hot sunny
     day, and my son was rubbing lotion upon her skin.
     Innocent enough, except the photo action suggested
     more when my son bends forward and kiss's my
     wife's near-naked buttock.  Then in a later photo,
     while she was upon her back, he again bends
     forward to give her a kiss, this time on her round
     covered breast.  The best picture was seconds
     later when his teeth were playfully pulling her
     nipple and bikini top several inches upwards from
     her chest, while Linda had a huge playful grin on
     her face.
     
     They were certainly suspect, but as Ti said, they
     were not enough to prove incest.  I agreed, then
     made better plans to capture the affair between my
     wife and son.  Firstly, I attempted to be around
     my son very much for the next few days, assuming
     that his own sex drive would be the downfall of my
     wife.  Then I "disappeared" for a whole day,
     making sure everyone in the house knew it.  My
     daughter was to be away at a friend's house, and
     Ti had the day off.  The plan worked perfectly
     when I watched my son's school, and saw that he
     left only moments after I dropped him off.
     Obviously, I was hidden and he hadn't any
     intention of going to classes that day.  In fact,
     my son rushed home to "mommy".
     
     I was angry, hurt, and more than a little
     disgusted when I walked around my house and saw
     that my wife and son were heatedly kissing in the
     backyard.  Silently I holed up in the shed, a
     perfect hiding spot since, it had a dusty cracked
     window that overlooked my yard.  My camera clicked
     a few times until I held back until the "perfect"
     pictures presented themselves.  I couldn't hear my
     two family members as they necked upon the sturdy
     lawn chair, which I was almost thankful.
     
     My son's hands were all over my wife; her breasts
     and buttocks, her long strong legs, even the
     fabric covering her crotch was pressed up almost
     inside her.  She, on the other hand, already had
     his young cock out and was squeezing it
     continuously.  They were laughing and giggling
     between wet kisses.  Tongues slid in and out of
     the others mouths, and even over necks and into
     ears.
     
     My heart was beating furiously as I took a few
     more shots of this spectacle of my marriage.   I
     didn't have long to wait, obviously both were in a
     passionate mood since they hadn't even disrobed
     before Linda pushed our son onto his back and
     mounted his raised staff.  I could very clearly
     through the camera lens as she pulled aside the
     crotch of her bikini panties and with the other
     guide my son's ridged prick into her.  My wife was
     almost a demon, as her body bounced violently
     above the lad, her buttocks jiggling deliciously,
     as I had often seen over the years.  Her breasts
     were pulled from behind her swimsuit and a mouth
     was pressed against the dark round nipple.  What a
     picture that gave me, I snapped away.
     
     I missed the moment when my son must have orgasmed
     inside his mother, as I was frantically reloading
     the camera, but I could see that he was exhausted
     while Linda was giving him more tender attention.
     I waited.
     
     To cool off after the short violent fuck session
     in the sun, Linda loved the sun, the two of them
     entered my pool.  They splashed and played, as if
     they were young kids, for a short while until
     Linda locked the young man with her legs and arms.
     I had played with her several times over the years
     and I knew that she was not satisfied yet, and
     only an orgasm would temper her excitement.  It
     wasn't over yet.
     
     Quickly, Linda pulled the boy from the water and
     into the house.  Before they reached the bedroom,
     he pulled his mother down to the floor and
     promptly shoved his prick into her ready hole.  I
     shot a few more pictures from a close window as
     his backside jackhammered again, and again,
     between Linda's spread legs.  This time I could
     see that my wife was achieving her orgasm that she
     had desired so strongly.  She lay sweaty and tired
     beneath her son, while he pulled his dripping
     member from her and placed it between her large
     round white breasts.  This gave me several more
     pictures as I watched him fuck Linda's chest,
     until his white seed shot upon her upper chest and
     even into her mouth and chin.
     
     I figured that I had more than enough, and I felt
     like throwing-up, yet when I was about to turn
     about and leave the way I came I noticed my son's
     hand sneak down to Linda's buttocks.  The power of
     youth was already at work raising my son's prick,
     while his fingers played with the round tempting
     ass of my wife.  At that moment, I wished I could
     hear what was going on as they discussed
     something.  It seemed to be decided, Linda lay in
     the middle of the tile floor and rolled to her
     side bringing her knees up to her chest.  My son
     knelt behind her and aimed his cock; not into her
     well-used vagina, but into her anus.  It was slow
     going, but her waterfall of juices had lubricated
     her backside enough for our son to enter her.  I
     could see her face and saw that she was not
     enjoying this episode as much as the previous two,
     yet she looked determined to fulfill her son's
     desires.
     
     I almost forgot to click away with the camera as
     my boy began to slowly fuck his mother's asshole.
     We have never had anal sex, it was something she
     had always considered "dirty", and "disgusting",
     but here before me she was giving our son a gift I
     had never been privileged to get.  I was mad, more
     so than disgusted, and was finally resolved to do
     the things I had considered.
     
     It was time for a divorce.
     
     I snuck away with my evidence.
     
                         -*-
     This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
     the house and suduces the father then wants more!


     Disclaimer:

     All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
     imagination.  Constructive e-mail welcome.


     The Maid - Chapter X
     ====================
     by Caesar    c1994

     I was so angry I was not even able to approach my
     wife with the separation papers, nor with the
     accumulated evidence I had taken.  My lawyer was
     one of the best civil litigaters in the city, and
     he was the one that confronted Linda.  If I had
     sat across from her, looking deep into those large
     round eyes, as I passed the pictures, I may have
     lost control, and thus, the advantage I had with
     the courts would have been gone.

     Her options were extremely limited; she had to
     leave the house by the time I returned home, she
     could take nothing, nor could she contact me in
     any way, she would be given an adequate living
     allowance, and the kids had a choice of whom they
     wished to live with, and finally, if she contest
     any of my wishes the photos of her incestuous
     affair would be revealed in court and she would
     get nothing.  My lawyer phoned me later in the
     afternoon and told me the deed was done, she had
     gone.  Moments later, Ti also phoned and told me
     the same.  The only thing that was left up in the
     air, was the kids.

     My son made the decision to live with his mother,
     not knowing why we had separated, as I had
     predicated.  My daughter, on the other hand,
     sounded determined to stay with me in my house.  I
     agreed with the children and assured them that our
     separation had nothing to do with them, and I
     still loved them.  The boy left the house that
     weekend.

     It was quiet, the house seemed to echo with my
     movements.  At first I was extremely depressed and
     lonely, almost ready to forgive Linda of her
     indiscretions.  Two things got me through the next
     few months; my daughter's love and Tiyar.

     Without any spoken word, Ti took on the role of
     the woman of the house.  And I was surprised that
     my daughter didn't reject this proposal but
     followed the young woman's directions completely.
     The maid still did the work she had been
     originally assigned, but she also took care of  me
     and my daughter.  Our private relationship, during
     this time, was blossoming.  Ti withheld nothing
     from my bed, her brown skinned body taking
     everything I gave it.  She was the perfect lover.
     As my appetites rose, Ti had less time for her
     domestic duties and I allowed her to hire another
     maid, just to help out.  She still had her own
     room, but she rarely slept in it.  I did attempt
     to hide my affair with the maid from my daughter,
     but it was obvious that my secret was impossible
     to hide.  My "little" girl even caught me leaving
     my bedroom with nothing but a towel about my
     waist, and beyond me into the room, the sweaty
     maid lay naked.  I smiled shyly while she giggled
     girl-like then quickly disappeared before I had a
     chance to talk with her.

     My experience with other women was limited since I
     had been faithfully married for a long time to the
     same woman.  And was not prepared for the demands
     by Ti upon me.  For one, my separated wife's
     clothes were now commonly worn my the maid, at
     least the clothes that fit.  It was just a little
     unsettling, to see a young, slight woman dressed
     in the same clothes of the woman that had broken
     my heart.  I spoke to Ti about my feelings and she
     verbally pounced upon me accusing me of still
     "loving that bitch" whom had "fucked her own son"!
     I gave in, and she calmed down after a day, the
     first time since my wife's departure that I slept
     alone.  I never spoke of it again.  Another thing
     I noticed, was that Ti was very possessive.  She
     wanted me to get a new secretary for my office,
     the current one "had that look in her eye", a look
     that seemed to anger my maid.  I replaced her, and
     Ti made a trip over to look her over, and as my
     "reward" she again wore nothing under her long
     jacket except heels.

     Yet, her seductive body and hungry desire caused
     me to forget these episodes and only think about
     fucking her.  Something she would only withhold if
     I angered her in some way.

     Almost to the day that my wife left the house, the
     divorce came through and I received the forms with
     all the signatures upon it.  During all that time
     I had not spoken nor seen my now ex-wife.  Ti
     would not allow that.  A week later, Tiyar and I
     were married in a private ceremony that only my
     daughter attended.

                         -*-


     This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
     the house and suduces the father then wants more!


     Disclaimer:

     All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
     imagination.  Constructive e-mail welcome.


     The Maid - Chapter XI
     =====================
     by Caesar    c1994
     
     As you can tell, things were moving very rapidly
     in my private life.  My marriage to Tiyar ended
     the wonderful affair we had enjoyed since that
     first time I had viewed down her blouse and
     thought my first lustful fantasy about her.  The
     marriage also ended the daily love sessions me and
     my maid used to enjoy.  I still lusted after her,
     but she changed after the marriage.  My first clue
     was the first night of the honeymoon in Paris, as
     I reached for her as I have done so many times
     before.  She didn't stop me, but Ti just lay below
     me like a dead fish.  After that things only got
     worse.  I had sex with my pretty new wife four
     times on the honeymoon and every time she lay
     almost comatose below me.  When I confronted her
     with it, she again became angry and shouted at me
     for being "less than a man", and that my "dick
     could never satisfy" her.
     
     So I slept alone these days.  My sex life is
     nonexistent, and my love is withering away.  It
     soon became apparent that over the last year, I
     had followed my dick's advice and fell for a woman
     solely on her lovemaking skills and not any real
     emotional attachment beyond that.  I felt the
     fool.  I had two affairs in half that many months;
     with a clerk at my office, and then with a fellow
     colleague.  They were quick, dirty, and hot
     affairs that left me feeling dirty but sexually
     relieved.
     
     The house was run like boot camp, we now had three
     maids who handled everything about the house.  And
     my dear wife had ensured they were all ugly or
     old.  She openly sneered at me, or told me to
     "fuck off" if I attempted any affection towards
     her.  It was a miserable time.  And I planned to
     leave her, my mind made up that I had made a
     fateful mistake.
     
     That was when the final episode to my tale begins.
     
     I lay upon my bed, sweaty and tired in the heat of
     the August night.  My sleep was fitful and
     sporadic at best.  Yet a dream appeared at my
     door; my daughter stood in the shadows with a
     strange look upon her face, her body clothed in
     her usual nighttime attire, a huge tee-shirt.
     
     I was about speak up to her when she took two
     steps into my room then reached, with both hands,
     to the bottom of her shirt then promptly lifted it
     up over her head.  She didn't miss a stride as she
     came towards me, her naked body had matured over
     the last year and looked amazingly like a younger
     version of her mother, the tanned skin bronzed and
     shiny in the moonlight.  My heart beat fast, and
     my body was frozen as I simply watched her climb
     up upon my bed.  No words were needed, my lust was
     fueled by my loveless marriage, and my early
     fantasies about my own daughter.
     
     The youth  reached for and pulled down my shorts,
     again I never helped her nor did I stop her, until
     I was naked upon my bed.  My breathing became
     labored as my "little" girl bent over and took my
     rock hard penis into her mouth.  She wasn't
     experienced enough to fully utilize this oral
     stimulation to its fullest, but again, I didn't
     mind in the least and didn't speak a word.  Her
     small thin body rotated, with my dick still in her
     wet mouth, until her thighs straddled my head.  I
     looked up directly into her youthful sparsely
     haired sex.  My darling lowered herself upon my
     face, my mouth opening to inhale her flower.  She
     was extremely wet, and tasted better than anything
     that I ever remember tasting.  The rythymn of our
     oral love was in perfect sync as her face bounced
     up and down her father's dick as my tongue
     alternated from fucking her tight little sex hole
     to manipulating her clitoris.
     
     Very quickly she was moaning and wiggling about.
     I had to hold upon her strong buttocks to keep
     them from lifting from my face.  I was in nirvana,
     heaven.  It was a fantasy, and a dream.  Fueled by
     my desire and by my impure lust for my daughter.
     I never thought of what I was actually doing, nor
     did I care at that moment.
     
     I could feel the ripples as her body spasmed in
     orgasm, it was only brief moments since she
     mounted me, and my tongue inside her measured the
     intensity of her sexual reactions.  I was
     surprised that her vitality enabled her to collect
     herself in only moments after cumming on "daddy's"
     face, and she rotated upon me until we were face
     to face.  I could feel my stiff dick between her
     smooth warm sweaty thighs, a place my face had
     occupied only seconds before.  She slide her
     tongue between my lips and I sucked it
     passionately, even as my hands moved her torso
     about until I felt the head of my penis enter her
     womanly region.  It was she that forced herself
     down upon me, using her weight as she held herself
     up upon her elbows, our lips and tongues still
     busy.
     
     The moment was unforgettable, a dream that will
     never die.  I fucked my daughter for the first
     time, her virginity taken by me in one quick
     thrust by both of us.  This time, when she was
     seated after the violent down thrust of her body
     upon mine, she shouted out, "Fuck!"  It was the
     first and only word she would speak that evening,
     as I lifted her hips with my hands before strongly
     pulling her back to me.  I fucked her almost like
     an animal, certainly not in a gentle romantic
     sense my virgin daughter was deserving of.  Both
     of use were moaning loudly and even grunting
     sporadically, as our bodies slapped together.
     
     The fantasy of my actions, and my lack of sex,
     caused my orgasm to be explosive and quick.  I
     came in great volumes, obviously filling up the
     tight confines of the tightest cunt I have ever
     been in.  A cunt that had no name, as I lost all
     conscious thought and control.  I just shot and
     shot, until my exhaustion caused me to pass out
     into a deep slumber.
     
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     This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
     the house and suduces the father then wants more!


     Disclaimer:

     All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
     imagination.  Constructive e-mail welcome.


     The Maid - Chapter XII
     ======================
     by Caesar    c1994
     
     It was only the next day when I sat down to breakfast,
     wondering if the episode last night was only a dream.
     So distracted was I that I didn't even notice that the
     three of us were alone in my large house, and that
     Tiyar had made breakfast.  Something she had not done
     since our marriage day.  I continuously looked into my
     daughters face for some clue, to see if my memories
     were true.  Yet never even looked up from her plate,
     she ate in silence.
     
     When I finally looked down, my stomach growling for
     nutrition, that I saw them.
     
     A pile of pictures lay upon my seating.  The top one
     was a close-up of my face and my daughters, our lips
     pressed together and glimpses of our tongues obvious,
     as was the saliva and sweat.  I felt the blood drain
     from my body, my heart stopped.  It was true,
     everything that happened last night was true.  But the
     wonderful memories and the fantasy was corrupted by
     these photos, obviously taken with low-intensity light
     film.  I almost through-up right there, my empty
     stomach churning the bile about.
     
     I slowly looked up; directly into Tiyar's smiling face.
     She was the one who had taken the photos, she was the
     one that had seduced me into divorcing my ex-wife and
     then marrying her, she was the one that coldly stood
     before me.  "Why?"
     
     "I want you to leave this house.  And I want a
     divorce."  It was a question, but a simple statement.
     She was using the same strategy upon me as I had done
     to Linda.  And my guilt was in the photos, my
     incestuous relationship enough to convince anyone of my
     guilt.  For the first time I knew what my ex-wife had
     felt after being confronted with the evidence.  "My
     lawyer has the negatives and duplicate pictures, so you
     can keep those."  She actually smiled.
     
     I turned to my daughter, wondering her part in this.
     Has she been duped as I had, "Dear...?"
     
     "I'm sorry daddy."  She had tears running down her
     cheeks, but she still could not look at me.  So, she
     had been an accomplish.
     
     "Yes, she helped me.  In fact, she will do anything I
     ask!"  She giggled slightly.  "Darling take your
     clothes off and come here."  Silence as I watched my
     daughter stand without hesitation and pull off her
     shorts and tee-shirt.  That naked body from my memories
     stood beyond my reach, and knelt before Ti.  It was a
     nightmare as my wife looked into my astonished eyes as
     her step daughter lifted the front of the skirt and
     pressed her face into the crotchless panties beneath.
     Ti's hand held the head against her sex, the mouth
     obviously busy upon the clitoris that I had often
     manipulated.  "See?  She is a good girl, who will do
     anything I want."  She lifted a long brown leg up onto
     a chair, so my view of my daughters face was clearer.
     "You will give me everything, your money, this house,
     your cars."
     
     She was right, I could not fight this.  I would have to
     start over, begin afresh as I had done so many years
     ago after getting out of University.  But then I had
     Linda to give me moral support.
     
     "I will leave you but one thing."  I didn't say
     anything, but was surprised that see would give me
     anything.  She was in a position that she didn't need
     to.  "Something that I used and no longer need."  The
     sound of my daughters tongue loud as she slurped and
     sucked upon my wife's cunt.
     
     With the hand that held the back of my daughters head,
     Tiyar turned it into a claw and pulled the dripping
     face from her sex, the mouth still open.  "You can have
     your slut of a daughter.  I don't need her any longer!"
     She threw my darling to the floor before me.  I reached
     out and lifted my naked daughter to my lap.  "You two
     have until four o'clock to leave this house."  She spun
     about and left us in the kitchen.
     
     My daughter was crying uncontrollably, and I realized
     she had been used just as I had been.  I could not
     fault her for something that I had also fell for.  And
     I was just as guilty, I didn't have to succumb to the
     beauty of my little girl the night before, nor did I
     ever have to allow myself to be seduced by the evil
     woman whom had been my maid.  I wondered what she had
     done to manipulate my ex-wife and son into bed, I no
     longer thought it was a coincidence.
     
     "Come dear, lets get ready to leave."  She allowed
     herself to be placed back upon the ground standing up.
     We left to get ready to leave.
     
     Tiyar, the maid had won!

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