Subject:     A Birthday Surprise For My Dad 
Story Codes: MF FF oral adultery inc father daughter
Diary Date:  November 10, 2011
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary: 

What do you get for the father who has everything? It's a dilemma I face 
several times a year thanks to birthdays, Christmas and Father's Day. Sure he 
always tells me he doesn't want me to buy him anything, that he's happy just 
being my father, and all that crap.  No matter what he says he can't fool me 
so I want to get him SOMETHING, even if I don't have all much cash available 
to spend.  Fortunately my Aunt Linda’s always there to give some help on the 
financial side and even my mom pitched in by applying a little "influence" to 
make things happen when I need the help.

Table of Contents:
   Chapter 1 - For the Man Who Has Everything
   Chapter 2 - Sisters to the Rescue
   Chapter 3 - Tammy Arrives
   Chapter 4 - My Husband Does Tammy
   Chapter 5 - A Surprise Show For My Dad
   Chapter 6 - My Dad Finally Gets His "Present"

 
Chapter 1 - For the Man Who Has Everything
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When I say my dad has everything, that's not much of an exaggeration.  
Career-wise he's at the top of his game being a senior partner in large law 
firm - which also helps out from the financial perspective as well.  Yeah, 
he's got all the boy-toys like a ski boat, radio-controlled planes, and every 
electronic gadget imaginable including the huge flat screen home theater 
where he watches the football package which I know he paid a bundle, not to 
mention his huge porn collection. Well-known and highly respected in our 
community, he’s served in numerous positions in a wide variety of community 
organizations.  At church he’s served as deacon and elder.  In addition to 
his time, my dad also contributes generously to a number of local charities.

All that's what everyone sees - the rich, handsome (at least I think so) 
successful man living a life that most men only dream about.  What they 
probably never consider is all the hard work that it takes to maintain that 
lifestyle.  When he sleeps I haven't a clue as it seems he's always up and 
about doing something no matter what the time of day.  Sometimes I think his 
cell phone is surgically attached to his ear.  I couldn't even begin to count 
how many family vacations and events he's missed over the years due to work 
or other social obligations and even then he's on the phone most of the time 
anyway.

Perhaps the only negative spot on his "resume" would be the divorce.  I have 
to admit it caught me as much by surprise as anyone and you would think if 
anyone could see it coming it should have been me.  In my defense, it wasn't 
until much later that I learned just how much had been going on between him 
and my mother that they'd kept secret from everyone - even me (or should I 
say, especially me).  It wasn't that they fell out of love but more that as 
successful and dashing as my father is in public, there was a lot that went 
on in the privacy of the home that nobody knew about.  Not all of that is 
bad, not by any means, but it was enough to force my mother to finally have 
to take a stand and issue an ultimatum - an ultimatum that she eventually had 
to follow with action.

You see, what people don't know about my dad is that he engages in incest and 
is an active pedophile.  So far as the incest thing goes, it's not like we 
have family orgies or anything silly like that but he and I have been having 
sex with I was sixteen, the same age that he later started with my cousin 
Kristi.  Then there is my younger cousin Tammy who he had the privilege of 
being her first when she was fourteen, a day before her dad was with her for 
the first time.  

That's all (if "all:" is the right term) so far as the younger generation is 
concerned.  In addition to his nieces my dad also has frequent sex with my 
mom's sister but that goes back to when they were in school together, long 
before he married my mom.  No doubt a lot of people knew what was going on 
back then but what I’m sure they do NOT know is that it didn't quit after my 
dad married my mom.

The incest thing wasn't an issue with my mom.  Heck, if anything she was the 
one that got him started with it as she had been involved with her own father 
since she was fourteen.  It’s really her side of the family that is involved 
although my dad’s brothers have taken advantage of things now and then.

As to the other thing about my dad, it's incredibly important to me to note 
that I use the phrase "pedophile" cautiously as it describes what my father 
IS from a technical point of view.  It is NOT meant to be judgmental or to 
imply anything more than that.  Even the pedophile thing in and of itself 
wasn't a deal breaker as my mom had known about THAT from the beginning when 
my dad was screwing grade school girls when he was a senior in high school 
(including my aunt).  The problem with my mom was that it is one thing to 
fantasize about something but quite another to act out those fantasies.

My mom also had no issues with my dad's formidable porn collection, much of 
it dealing with underage girls.  He was never into the really perverted stuff 
with really young girls but once they got to being ten or eleven his interest 
began to grow and by the time they reached their twelfth birthday he would be 
getting pretty turned on.  

Still, so long as my dad wasn't the one taking the photos and he wasn't 
actually IN any of them, so far as my mother was concerned it was just 
fantasy and nothing to worry about.  Personally I think just about every man 
has SOME sort of porn stashed away no matter how much he might try to ignore 
it, especially now that the Internet is available.

The problem was that the older my dad got, the more fixated he became on the 
younger girls.  My mom's issue was that as my dad aged the differential 
between him and them steadily increased such that by the time he was in his 
late thirties he was now more than twice the age of the girls he was 
masturbating about.  The ration was getting higher every year.

Fortunately for their marriage, as his desires began to reach the boiling-
over point, I became “available” to help out for a while, even if I wasn't 
aware of it at the beginning.

Before I say anything more, let me be clear that I NEVER viewed my father as 
a sexual partner like I would with a boyfriend or some other guy.  I was 
never "turned on" by him like I was to some of my teachers - some of which I 
couldn't wait to get home and masturbate after fantasizing all through class.  
Indeed, when I started having sex with boys at the age of fourteen, the idea 
of having sex with my own father never even crossed my mind, let alone 
something I seriously considered.

At the same time while I might not have been masturbating about my own father 
that didn't mean HE wasn't thinking about ME in that way.  I know this 
probably sounds incredibly naive and clueless, but when he would jerk off 
after watching me have sex with a boyfriend or when I was playing with myself 
during a TV show or movie, I never associated his actions with anything I was 
doing, at least not directly.  Really, why would I think such things?  It’s 
easy in hindsight to recognize what was happening but if you try to imagine 
being fourteen again, did such thoughts ever cross your mind?

If you think about it then it makes sense.  Like, why WOULD I think such a 
thing? At that age I really didn't know anything about incest other than what 
I saw on TV where it’s invariably portrayed as perverted, immoral and a form 
of child abuse.  Even when I would catch a glimpse of my dad's porn on his 
computer after he was finished masturbating I just saw it as fantasy and 
nothing that was really true.

I shared a lot of my dreams and fantasies with my friends as they did theirs 
with me and NONE of them ever expressed any such interests in their own 
father.  Perhaps the closest I came to the matter was when my first boyfriend 
(who just happens to be my husband today twelve years later) had sex with his 
mother after she caught us doing it in the basement.  Then there was his 
sister who was so jealous of me for having sex with her brother.  Nothing 
ever happened there so I didn't take what she said all that seriously.

As it turned out, a happy coincidence occurred although years later I learned 
it wasn't as much a "coincidence" as I had thought.  After coming home early 
from a party I secretly (or so I thought) watched my parents having sex in 
the hot tub out on the deck right below my bedroom window.  While I'd seen 
both of them masturbating numerous times over the years, starting back when I 
was just eight, and while nudity wasn't encouraged but then it wasn't exactly 
discouraged either, this was the first time I'd ever seen them having sex.  
Seeing them together, witnessing the act of "making love" for the first time 
(as compared to the fucking I did with my boyfriends), something stirred in 
me that I couldn't ignore.

Long story short (it's all in my diary if you're interested), I started 
having sex with my dad.  While I would never classify as what we were doing 
as "making love", it WAS unique and much more personal than letting some 
horny boy screw me on the couch.  I suppose it goes without saying but I'll 
say it anyway; feeling my father inside of me, joined together with me in a 
way only a father and daughter can ever understand, makes me feel whole and 
complete in a way that I never felt until I was with my husband many years 
later.  I can't even imagine of a higher form of expressing my father's love 
for me than for him to enter me, then to cum inside of me and leave a portion 
of him in me.

Little did I know at the time that not only was I enjoying a new depth to my 
relationship with my dad (followed soon after my mom and Aunt, eventually 
followed by several cousins and uncles), I was also helping my father by 
allowing him to act out his fantasies of sex with a teenage girl.

The only problem was that like cute kittens and puppies that are so much fun 
when they are small, I too grew older and while we will always enjoy sex 
together as a father and daughter, that special "extra" he got from fucking a 
teenager can never be restored.  For a time my younger cousin Tammy filled in 
but even she is nineteen now, a far cry from the excitement he found in 
taking her virginity as a fourteen year-old.

I guess you could say my dad's involvement with me and my cousins only put 
off the inevitable.  The older his daughter and nieces became, the more my 
dad lusted for someone younger and less experienced.  My mother, who 
tolerated underage sex only so long as it was incestual, tried to cope with 
it but it went against her moral and religious beliefs.  Eventually she was 
forced to make a decision as to whether or not she could enable my father's 
increasingly controlling desires.  Finally came the day arrived when she gave 
up and asked for a divorce which my father granted without a fuss.

Thankfully while it was a little rough at the beginning, my parents are still 
friends although there are still some resentment issues on my mom's side that 
surface now and then.  However for the most part she has accepted things as 
they are and moved on with her own life.  Granted, when her sister moved in 
with her now ex-husband only a few days after she moved out the emotions got 
a little bit high to say the least.

Even so, my mother's wrath during the time period after the divorce was 
nothing compared to when she first learned the type of parties to which her 
sister was now taking my dad - especially considering the ages of the 
participants.  You can probably imagine her response when she learned that my 
dad was taking me to some of them! She was a little soothed when I told he 
that I only agreed to help him out the first few times as it was something he 
needed help with and plus I'd never witnessed such a thing.

These days my dad, aunt and I have adopted a "don't ask, don't tell" policy 
regarding the subject: They can do what they want, including with my husband 
who is so much like my father in some ways it's scary, so long as they leave 
me out of things.

Another area that was a festering sore spot between my mom and dad during 
their marriage concerned adultery.  I don't mean that my dad wanted to go out 
and cheat on my mom but my dad certainly had hopes and desires that my mom 
didn't share.  Whereas my dad wanted to swing with other couples my mother's 
ethics and religious position was that such acts constituted adultery and as 
such was simple off the table.

Knowing the sexual creature that my mother is, I'm positive that had she not 
been bound by the Ten Commandments she would have loved to swing just as much 
as my dad but my mother takes her religion VERY seriously.  In all their more 
than twenty five years of marriage there are only two women that my mom has 
allowed my dad to have sex with that were not related to either of them - my 
best friend Beth and her best friend Tammy (not to be confused with my 
younger cousin Tammy).  In both cases she rationalized that the women were so 
intimate with our family that they were virtual family members so it was OK 
to treat them as family.  Yes, it was rationalizing at its best but sometimes 
you have to compromise to have a marriage - something I've already learned 
early in my own marriage.

So with all that in mind, what would YOU give your father if you were in my 
high heels?

 
Chapter 2 - Sisters to the Rescue
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While I may refer to Beth as my best friend, that is really in relation to my 
other friends where Beth clearly wins out as being my intimate confidante and 
most closest friend.  However, when it comes down to who is my BEST friend 
(other than my husband) the answer is indisputable - my mother.  

Really, who knows you as well as your own mother? I have always shared 
EVERYTHING with my mom.  Indeed, she was the first person I told after losing 
my virginity.  She was the one that taught me how to properly use a vibrator 
- even if I don't use one very often.  She was the first girl I had sex with 
starting shortly after my dad started fucking me.  One thing I learned 
immediately was that that having sex with my mother is totally different from 
being with anyone else, even taking into account my father.

You see, no matter what happens between us, I am always my father's daughter 
so I would never consider him as my lover when we have sex.  Yet when I'm 
with my mother all that goes out the window.  Sure, when we masturbate 
together or talk it's mom and daughter all the way and even when we just have 
a bit of fun together the relationship remains intact.  However there ARE 
those times when we lay together and it's like something magical happens.  My 
mom is the only women I’ve ever had sex with where I consider her as a lover 
and not just a partner.

So hopefully that explains why when I have a question about family or sex 
it's my mom who is my first choice for advice and so it was as my dad's 47th 
birthday approached.  We were using FaceTime one night and I brought up the 
subject of my dad's rapidly approaching birthday.

"So what did you get him last year?" she asked although I knew she already 
knew the answer.  My mom just doesn't forget things like presents or other 
events.

I shrugged into the camera and answered, "A new shirt."

My mom grinned as I tried to contain myself.  What I said was technically 
true.  It's what I did NOT say that was the real story.  Yes, I gave him a 
new shirt but I was wearing it at the time - and absolutely nothing else but 
a smile.

My mom shrugged back and said, "Somehow I doubt he'd complain much if he got 
the same present two years in a row."

No doubt she was right but I was hoping for something original and I told her 
so.  She paused for a moment and I kept silent as I watched her nose crinkle 
as she thought hard about it.

"What about Beth?"

I was surprised by that one as it wasn't something I had even considered. I 
especially hadn't expected to hear it from my mom as Beth was one of the two 
women my dad had committed adultery with while they were married.  Sure she 
had been there to watch but the act was still adulterous to her no matter how 
she rationalized it at the time.

My mom must have seen my expression.

"Hey, she's got great boobs and you know how much he likes that sort of 
thing."

True, she was right on the money with that observation.  It was sort of a 
conflict in my eyes as on the one hand he loved young girls with tiny breasts 
but when they were old enough to have full boobs then he liked them BIG.

I didn't respond right away as I needed to do some thinking about this one.  
Besides, although it had been years since my dad had last fucked Beth so on 
the one hand I'm sure he'd love to have her again.  I didn't really see it as 
anything special or unique.  Sort of "been there done that" sort of thing.

I told my mom I would think about it and thanked her for her help after which 
I signed off and laid back on my bed to contemplate my options.

Just then my wonderful husband came home.  He'd been over at my dad's place 
and while he didn't tell me what he'd been doing there he reeked with the 
unmistakable scent of pussy that combined with the glow on his face told me 
all I needed to know - he'd been fucking my Aunt Linda.  It was one of those 
"benefits" that come with marrying into an incestual family - the right to 
have sex with other willing family members and Steve took full advantage of 
it - especially when it came to my Aunt Linda.

Steve's interest in my Aunt Linda It was always a little curious to me. In 
general he seems to prefer the same sort of girls my dad's interested in 
thanks in no small part to my aunt's influence.  Thus before Steve started 
have sex with my family I'd assumed he would go straight for my younger 
cousins Kristi and Tammy.  However, Kristi's past history as a highly paid 
prostitute seemed to turn him off and Tammy is now serious with a boyfriend 
so those situation never evolved.  Instead he got hooked from the outset by 
my mom's sister.  Actually I think it started because my mom wasn't readily 
available so doing her sister was the next best thing but once things got 
started he couldn't seem to get enough of her.  What could I say? After all, 
my Aunt Linda had the same effect on my father as well, going back all the 
way to when she was in eighth grade.

"So.... did you enjoy yourself?" I teased him as he got undressed and headed 
for the shower.

Steve knew I was just trying to push his button so he just smiled and licked 
his lips as if he'd just finished a delicious dinner - which probably wasn't 
all that much off the mark knowing my Aunt's love of oral sex.  Still, I like 
to think I give a better blowjob - at least my dad claims as much.

By the time Steve was out of the shower I'd removed my t-shirt and was 
sprawled naked across the bed with my legs open wide waiting for him.  It 
wasn't long before his fresh-smelling dick was in my mouth and I loved the 
way it grew and swelled as I sucked on it hungrily.

"Someone horny tonight?" he gasped as I deep-throated his cock to the hilt.  
There was no need to answer, at least not vocally.  My mouth was already 
doing all the talking that was necessary.

Steve might not be the horny sixteen year-old that took my virginity but even 
at the ripe old age of 28 he could still recover quickly although I had no 
idea how many times he'd cum while with Linda.  In the end it didn't matter 
as it only took a few minutes to have him at full erect status.  Flipping 
myself over, I got on my hands and knees and wiggled my butt to tempt him - 
as if THAT was necessary.

"Fuck me Steve... God I want so bad for you to fuck me," I encouraged him in 
as sultry a voice as I could muster.  Again, not that he NEEDED me to say 
anything, the pose said it all, but what guys doesn't like to hear a girl beg 
to be fucked by him? Well, none that I have ever encountered.

We made love for the next hour or so and afterwards I was laying to the side 
of him with one bare leg draped over his, my boobs pressed up against his 
side as I ground my now cum-soaked pussy into his hip.  Although I didn't say 
anything, I really could have gone for one more load of his sperm and maybe 
another "O" or two more for me but he was exhausted.

"So do you guys talk about anything when you fuck her?" I asked him.

Steve looked down at me and I could tell from the surprised look on his face 
that I'd blindsided him with that one.  Normally I never asked about what he 
did with her, let alone what they talked about, so I could just imagine what 
was churning in his head right then.  What was I up to? There had to be some 
reason I was asking but what was it? Well, I knew what my motivation was but 
he was going to have to find out on his own.

"I don't know... nothing much," he mumbled.  It was like asking one of my 
students what they'd done over the weekend... "nothin".

"Was my dad there?"

"No.... late at work I guess."

That didn't surprise me as he was ALWAYS late from work.  What WOULD have 
been a surprise would have been if Steve had said he was NOT late from work.

"You know it's his birthday next week, don't you?"

OK, so it was a loaded question.  Heck, what guy remembers birthdays? I 
sometimes think my dad can't remember his own, let alone mine.  If it wasn't 
for my mom or aunt reminding him I'm sure he'd forget mine every year.

"Yeah, Linda mentioned something about that actually," he grunted as he 
cleared his throat.  I think he'd started to drift off.  After fucking two 
insatiable women in the same evening I really couldn't blame him but now he 
had my curiosity up so his sleep would just have to wait for a few more 
minutes.

"Did she say anything about what my dad wants? What she's getting him?"

Steve shifted his weight and twisted to face me more directly.  I liked it 
because he slipped his leg in between mine and his upper thigh pressed into 
my warm pussy, giving my still-sensitive clit a little jolt.

"Kelly, to be perfectly blunt I really wasn't listening to much of what she 
was saying at the moment... IF she was saying anything."

He said it in such a deadpan serious manner that we both burst out laughing.  
Now THAT I could believe.

With that he turned back onto his back and drifted off to sleep as I held his 
now flaccid dick in my hand.  I loved laying like this next to my husband, 
our nude bodies tight up against each other with his cock firmly in my hand.  
Of course it would've been better if that cock was in my pussy but you can't 
have everything all the time.

I ground my pussy tightly up against his hip which caused my clit to rub 
against the bone, sending a shiver through my entire body.  God I wanted him 
to fuck me again! I loved it when my husband fucked me and even more when he 
made love to me.

No such luck though as Steve was now sound asleep so I leaned back and 
grabbed my iPhone off the table by the bed.  Within a few seconds I had my 
aunt on the line.  She must have seen it was me calling on her caller ID...

"Hey, don't blame me if he couldn't get it up again," she answered the phone 
teasingly before I could even say a word.

"Like who do you think you're talking to?" I responded acting like I was 
surprised she would even THINK such a horrible thing could happen, "Not only 
did I have him up in less than three minutes, but he came in me TWICE."

"Wow, pretty impressive... you married one hell of stud there honey."

"Well, I could've gone for three but thanks to someone whose name I won't 
mention he was finished after the second one."

"Well, I can't say I'm sorry about that," she teased me again.

"So anyway... what am I suppose to get my dad for his birthday this year?"

There was a pause and then she answered with another question, "What did your 
mom say?"

I was startled at first.  How did she know I'd asked my mom?  While my mother 
had gotten over much of her animosity towards her sister for what she'd done 
with her ex-husband so soon after the divorce, it wasn't like they had each 
other on speed-dial.  Then I realized that my aunt knew me so well that she 
must have assumed that the first person I’d ask about the subject would have 
been my mom.

"She suggested I wrap Beth up in a big red bow and make her my present."

Well, maybe she hadn't said so in so many words but that was the intent of 
her idea.

"Not very original," was the first thing my aunt said in response, "Not 
exactly on his 'to-do' list that I know of either to be perfectly blunt." 
Then she giggled, "But then I'm sure he wouldn't return her either."

"Well do you have anything better?" I practically pleaded, "I'm fresh out 
this year."

"Well honey, you know that you can always give him something that he 
appreciates."

I knew what she was referring to - ME.  Still, that was something he could 
have anytime he wanted so it wasn't exactly anything special for his birthday 
- or something that would surprise him either.

My aunt seemed to sense my reaction even without the help of a cam.  "Yeah I 
know... been there done that, right?"

"Aunt Linda!" I admonished her, "You know better than that!"

"I didn't mean it like that," she apologized, "I was just trying to say it 
wouldn't be the first time he got that for his birthday."

"So what do I do?"

"Well... I know a few people that might like to wish him a happy birthday..." 
she said slowly.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out.  "No way, I'm NOT 
going there and you should know better than to even mention it," I scolded 
her a bit harshly - and meaning it this time as well.  As much as I knew he 
would love it, I was not inviting some family over with underage daughter(s) 
for him to enjoy himself.

"Well you asked," she whined a little.  Then she giggled and said, "Well 
there's always the other end of the spectrum you know."

My head must have still been a little woozy from my last orgasm as that one 
went right in one ear and out the other without registering.  What was she 
talking about?

"Oh come on Kelly," she huffed, "You know there IS one older woman he loves 
to fuck that he hasn't for a very long time."

I was about to ask if she meant my mother but not even my aunt wouldn't be 
THAT insensitive.  Just then the proverbial light bulb went off over my head.

"But how would I ever get her?" I mused.  And that would be assuming she 
would agree to do it in the first place.

"I thought you two got along pretty well?"

True, I DID consider myself a pretty good friend to Tammy, my mother's BFF.  
We'd done a lot together - including my mother and father.  Still, I hadn't 
spoken to her in ages and I had to think it would feel funny to just call her 
out of the blue and her if she was willing to allow me to give her as a 
birthday present to my dad.

"Yeah but how would I even get her here - assuming she was willing to do it 
in the first place?" I asked my aunt.

From the quick response it was if she had already thought the whole thing 
through.  Then again, maybe she had...

"Tell you what honey... you get her to agree to come and I'll fork out for 
the ticket... deal?"

What could I say to that? I knew the real estate business had been picking up 
for her recently so I wasn't worried that she couldn't afford it. besides, if 
she needed cash there was always my dad she would grab it from.

We came to an agreement and then she said something about my dad pulling in 
the driveway so I let her go.  I returned to my original spot next to my now 
dead-asleep husband and laid there thinking about this new turn of events.  
It was a great idea - one my dad would never see coming.  Just one small 
problem... getting Tammy to travel from Oregon to Pennsylvania on one week's 
notice.  What would she tell her husband? It's not like he had a clue as to 
what she had done in the past when visiting her best friend - or should I say 
WHO she had done.

Without realizing it I drifted off but then it was like I woke up instantly 
full awake.  Like duh! The answer was there as plain as the nose on my face 
but for whatever reason I hadn't seen it.  Picking up the phone again, I hit 
the dial button and waited.

"Forget something Kelly?" my mom answered her phone.

I quickly explained my idea, speeding through it as fast as possible so she 
couldn't answer until I was finished.

"And just what makes you think Tammy would even be interested in something 
like that?" was her initial response and my heart sank.  Obviously my mom 
wasn't as enthusiastic about the idea as I'd been.

"Well... I was sorta hoping that that was where YOU could come in Mom," I 
said meekly.

My mom laughed but then responded with, "Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to 
ask her."

"So you think it's a good idea then?" I asked hopefully.

"Frankly, not your best but then I'll bet it's better than what my perverted 
sister proposed, isn't?"

She was spot on but then I suppose if anyone knew my aunt it would be her 
older sister.  My guilty silence confirmed her suspicions.

"Well, if that's your Plan B then I'll get Tammy to fly out one way or the 
other.  Just tell that cheapskate sister of mine to buy my friend a ticket in 
First Class."

We talked a little more and then hung up.  This time I fell asleep quickly as 
it was like a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.

 
Chapter 3 - Tammy Arrives
=========================

With my dad's birthday falling on a Thursday this year it made things more 
difficult than they would have been had it been on a weekend but one way or 
another we worked things out.  I got a phone call a couple of days after my 
conversation with my mom and it was Tammy.  We didn't say a lot as apparently 
she and my mom had discussed it at length but I'd already looked up flights 
and had everything set up by that evening.

Fortunately the arrival time was well after my school day ended so I was able 
to pick her up after dinner.  Steve was home but would be leaving for work in 
a few hours.  I hadn't told him anything, figuring a surprise would be 
better.

The drive to the airport went quickly.  I had to circle the airport and park 
in the cell-phone lot for a while waiting for Tammy's flight and for her to 
collect her luggage.  Finally my phone rang and it was her, telling me where 
she was waiting.  As I came down and around the curve to the arrival area, 
there she was by the curb, waving to me with a big grin on her face.  It had 
been ages since I'd seen her but she didn't seem to have aged one bit.

"Hey girl, so glad to see you again!" she greeted me warmly once I'd stopped 
and gotten out to help with her bag.  We hugged and then she stood back and 
gave me the once over.

"I's been quite a while, hasn't it?" she giggled and then we got in the car 
and I drove off before the security guard said anything.

For the first few miles we exchanged pleasantries.  The usual stuff - her 
flight and how that went, how things were back home with her sons and 
husband.

Tammy was what I guess you would call the typical soccer-mom.  If you ignored 
some of her visits to our house then there was nothing in her background or 
home life to suggest she was anything but the neighborhood mom and loving 
wife.  I'd met her family when me and my mom had visited and it was almost 
like living in Mayberry.  So far as her husband knew, she was conservative in 
bed and had never cheated on him.  That was quite true for the most part - 
again ignoring a couple of visits with me and my parents where she had the 
chance to let her hair down, so to speak (her dark blonde hair was actually 
quite short).

Just as my dad had fucked my best friend Beth, so he had with my mom's best 
friend.  On top of that, I was the first girl she'd ever had sex with! She 
had been quite shocked to learn about me having sex with my parents but 
eventually overcame her prejudices in that area.  While she may not ever 
consider doing anything similar back home with her boys, she seemed quite OK 
with me and my dad.

As we approached the exit, it was like she decided it was time to quit 
skirting the issue and address the elephant sitting in the back seat.

"You know, when your mom called and proposed this my first reaction was an 
emphatic no," she sighed, stretched her legs against the front of the car.

Actually, I didn't know, and I told her so to which she sort of giggled.

"You have to admit, after the divorce and now with your mom living out by me 
I hadn't ever thought I'd be back in Pittsburgh again... let alone for 
something like this."

"So what changed your mind?" I asked, glancing her way as I turned on the 
turn signal and prepared to stop quickly at the exit.  One thing about the 
hills of Pittsburgh - they don't lend themselves to long off-ramps.

"I don't know," she sighed as she released a long breath, "If my husband knew 
the truth I'd be joining your mother in the divorcee ranks."

"So what DID you tell him then?"

Tammy chuckled at that.  "Oh he thinks I came back here with your mom for 
moral support." She paused and put a finger to her lips in thought.  "You 
know, I guess that's about wrong in every category.  She didn't come with me 
and any support I give is going to immoral if anything."

We both laughed at that as I came to s stoplight and waited.  Using the 
opportunity I turned to her and looked her in the eyes.

"Is that how you really feel... that this is immoral?"

"Well, if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck..." she mused.

"But you're OK with it?"

"Kelly," she huffed, "I'm here, aren't I?"

She had a point.

"So how's the married life treating you?" she asked, pointedly changing the 
subject.

I could have talked her ear off about that one! I gushed about how wonderful 
Steve was and how much I was thrilled being married to him."

"Sounds like quite a guy," Tammy remarked.  She had never met Steve as back 
when she was visiting he was living out in California with his mother. "So 
how does he feel about you `family' situation?" she asked with her fingers 
making those annoying quotation marks in the air when she said "family".

"He's OK with it" I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Not exactly a ringing endorsement," Tammy observed, "So what's the story?"

We were getting close to home so I gave her the abbreviated version, 
explaining how he understood my obligations and duties as a daughter but at 
the same time didn't want to participate.

I pulled into a parking place in the lot next to our apartment.  Before we 
got out Tammy turned to me and asked, "OK but what's with your Aunt? Your 
mother didn't say much but I get the idea something's going on with her that 
she isn't too enthused about."

Loaded question if there ever was one.  I knew Tammy had to know that my 
mom's younger sister had taken up residence in her old bedroom just a few 
days after she had left.  If anything that should be old news by now.  Unless 
I heard anything more I wasn't about to say a word about the youth sex crap 
that my aunt had brought my father and husband into.  Tammy was even more 
conservative than my mom about such things and I had to assume she knew 
nothing about it or I doubt she would be sitting in my front seat at this 
moment.

"Let's just say she and Steve have a thing," I said in a compromise move.

"A thing?" Tammy probed, "And just what does THAT mean?"

"You know..." I returned.

Tammy just shook her head at that one.  "And you're OK with that?"

"Well, she IS my aunt and party of our family so what can I say?"

With that Tammy sat up straighter and leaned towards me, her face much more 
intense suddenly.  "He's your husband so you have every right to say anything 
you want."

Not meaning to get this off on the wrong foot, I smiled and tried to defuse 
the situation.  "Oh no... it's perfectly OK with me.  We have an 
understanding in that regard - both ways in fact."

"So you have sex with other men besides your dad?" she asked, looking a 
little confused.  "I thought you were always going to stop that sort of thing 
after you got married?"

It was starting to get cold in the car so I didn't want the discussion to go 
too far so I cut right to the punch line.

"Things change you know.  I'm happy with our relationship now.  In fact, see 
that truck? It's his so he's still home in case you need a little post-flight 
relaxation."

"Now you're pulling my leg," she laughed softly, sitting back in the seta 
once again.

"Well, what did my mom say about him?"

Tammy looked at me again before she answered.  "Actually, the subject never 
came up.  Are you telling me..."

I didn't let her finish but instead just nodded and grinned.

"But when?"

I told her quickly about my birthday party and then the time just before our 
wedding ceremony.  Tammy seemed a little dubious about the latter.

"Now I know you're pulling my leg.  Just before you got married? Oh come on, 
I'm not THAT gullible Kelly."

I wasn't about to debate it so I unlocked the doors and we got out.  Opening 
the trunk I helped with her nag and she rolled it in to our apartment.  We 
got to the door and I had my key out but before I put it in the lock I turned 
to her and smiled.

"I just want you to understand that anything you do with Steve, and I mean 
ANYTHING," is perfectly OK with me... OK?"

"We'll see..." she giggled as if we were just teasing but deep inside I got 
the idea she was just leading me on without any intention of testing my 
offer.

"Steve!" I said loudly as we entered and I shut the door and dead bolted it 
behind us, "I've got a surprise for you!"

"Hold your panties!" he called out from somewhere.

I'd more or less hinted to Steve that I was going shopping so he had no 
reason to think I would NOT be alone - as was obvious when he came out of the 
bathroom - stark naked rubbing his head with a towel to dry his hair. At 
first he must not have seen Tammy but then I heard a gasp beside me which 
made Steve's eyes avert from me to her.

"Oh crap!" he muttered and dove back into the bathroom.

He re-emerged a few seconds later but this time with a full robe on.

"You could’ve warned me you know," he said pointedly in my direction and then 
he turned to Tammy and shrugged.  "Sorry, as I guess you could tell my 
darling wife here hadn't told me she was bringing home visitors."

I introduced Steve to Tammy but her name didn't register with him until I 
explained that she was my mom's BFF who lived near where my mom was living 
now.  Steve extended his hand rather sheepishly.

"Nice to meet you Tammy, sorry for the unsolicited display earlier."

Tammy assured him that everything was OK and indeed, I noticed her gaze would 
periodically drop down to where Steve's dick had been in display not much 
longer before.

Steve then looked at me and although he didn't say anything, the look on his 
face was a definite, "What the hell is going on?"

This didn't seem like quite the circumstances to explain my plan so I told 
him to get dressed for work and then I could explain everything to him. 
Reluctantly her returned to the bathroom, leaving Tammy and me alone once 
again.

"So what do you think of my husband?"

Tammy smiled and said something to the effect he was handsome and seemed very 
well mannered.

"I meant... what did you think of my husband?" I prodded her.

"I don't get what you're driving at Kelly."

"You saw him when he first came out... what did you think?" I reiterated and 
then raised my eyebrows and grinned naughtily.  "I mean his dick... would you 
like some of it?"

Tammy's eyes opened wider.  "Oh I don't know about THAT Kelly... this is all 
happening so quick."

Steve was back out by then, dressed in his paramedic uniform.  Mmmmmmm, I 
love a man in uniform!

"So is someone going to tell me what is going on here?" he asked, seeming a 
little irritated if anything.

He had to leave soon so I gave him the quick version of my surprise party 
idea for my dad.  It didn't take long for Steve to get the gist of the plan.

"So I take it you're a friend of the family?" he asked Tammy directly this 
time.  The way he emphasized the word "friend" made it clear his definition 
was far beyond the Webster version.

"I guess you could say that." Tammy said, her face noticeably reddening by 
now.

"Look, you go to work Steve and tomorrow while I'm at school the two of you 
can catch each other up, OK?" I proposed.

With that Steve gave me a kiss and headed out the door, leaving Tammy and me 
alone in the apartment.

"We don't have a spare bedroom so it's either the couch or you can share the 
bed with me," I explained as I gave her the quick tour of our small 
apartment.

"Well, I'm not as young girl anymore so if it's OK with you I'll take you up 
on the offer for the bed," she replied.  "I'll be seeing my chiropractor for 
a month if I spend a night on a couch."

With that it was getting late but with her internal clock set three hours 
behind Tammy wasn't looking nearly as tired as I would have thought after a 
long plane trip.  Still, I didn't have the benefit of jet-lag and morning 
would be here soon enough as it was so I excused myself and explained I 
needed to get to bed.

"Well, tomorrow looks to be a busy day so I had better try to get some shut-
eye myself," she answered, following me to the bedroom where we both started 
to undress.

Seeing Tammy in her bra and panties, I suddenly felt something stir in me.  
It had been years since the two of us had done anything together and while 
she was about the same age as my mom, she wasn't quite as well preserved as 
my mother but certainly not bad either.  I thought of how her eyes kept 
averting to Steve's crotch when she thought neither of us was looking.  She 
might be the mousey housewife at home but there was a lot more under THAT 
facade that just needed the right circumstances to let it be free.

"You've had a long day," I said to her as she took out a nightie from her 
luggage, "How about a back rub?"

I saw her eyes light up momentarily at the suggestion but then she seemed to 
withdraw.

"That's not necessary," she said softly, her eyes avoiding mine.

"Oh I insist!" I said, taking the nightie from her hands and turning her by 
the shoulders to the bed.

"well.... if you insist," she quickly gave in as she got up on the bed and 
laid face down sideways across it.  She was still wearing her bra and panties 
which HAD to go.

I went to the bathroom and came back with some massage oil. Judging by where 
I found it I suspected Steve had been using it to jerk off.  I have to say 
he's masturbates as much as I do, maybe even more.  Sitting on the end of the 
bed, I reached over and unhooked her bra.  I felt her tense up but she didn't 
say anything.

"Can't give a decent massager with all this in the way," I explained as I 
pulled her panties down to her ankles and then off her feet.

Now that she was nude I took off the rest of my own clothes and then got up 
on the bed and straddled her butt with my feet locking in on her legs to keep 
my balance.  I could feel her warm butt against my crotch and I wondered if 
she could feel the heat of my pussy as it pushed against her ass.

As I started to work on her back she groaned as I found a knot and worked it 
out.  "Oh god Kelly... that feels so good!"

Working her neck and shoulders, I put more oil on her back and spread it out 
down to the small of her back and then along the sides of her torso.  Working 
my hands over her shoulders, I let them drift down and then under her arms 
until my fingertips grazed along the sides of her breasts.  I didn't linger 
there, at least not yet but instead worked my way down the rest of the way 
until my hands were right up against my crotch which was centered on her 
butt.

"It's been a long time since someone did me like this," she murmured with her 
eyes closed.

I giggled and replied, "Like since the last time I did this to you?"

We both laughed at that although it was entirely true.  It seemed to break 
the tension a little and I could feel her relaxing more under me.  I unhooked 
my feet from her legs and wiggled my way down further onto the backs of her 
legs, letting her bare bottom be exposed.  OK, so it wasn't quite like the 
tight firm ass my cousin was so proud of but then Tammy was twenty years 
older, not to mention bearing two kids.

"Don't look at my butt," she groaned as I started to rub each cheek with my 
oil-covered hands and fingers.  Just like a woman to say something like that 
under the circumstances, Like, how was I NOT to look at it in this position?

"Hey, you've got a great ass," I encouraged her.  I could feel her huff under 
me as she came back with, "You mean for an old lady."

"Now I never said that," I reassured her was my hands worked further down 
until they were on the backs of her upper thighs.  As I rubbed my hands 
slowly but surely worked their way more and more inside and then I let my 
fingertips roam upwards until they contacted her hair-covered pussy.

"Ummmmm...  let's not push things too fast, OK Kelly?" she said over her 
shoulder to me.

Well, she could SAY anything she wanted but it was her actions that counted 
so far as I was concerned.  She may be telling me to stay away from her 
crotch but her legs were spreading wider apart if anything.  I wasn't quite 
sure they were entirely under her conscious control at this point.

My fingers were covered with slipper oil and they easily slid up between her 
pussy lips as my hand reached in higher between her legs.  Then I felt the 
bump of her clit and she shuddered as my fingertip ran over it in tight 
little circles.

"Oh my god Kelly..." she moaned.

With that encouragement I shifted so I was straddling just one of her legs, 
pressing my own pussy against her leg as my hand worked its magic under her 
crotch.  I was rewarded with her other leg moving out to the side, making it 
all that much easier for me to touch her.  This wasn't our first rodeo but I 
hadn't been sure how she would respond after the years that had passed.  
Well, there had been no need to worry, that's for sure.

"Oh yeah, just like that," she groaned loudly as I inserted my thumb inside 
of her while my finger maintained contact with her clit.

I could feel her hips starting to rise now, then falling slightly as if she 
was trying to hump my hand.  My hand had been so covered with oil it was hard 
to tell what was helping more, the oil or her own pussy juices but whatever 
it was it was making it easy for me to rub her and penetrate her.

"Turn over Tammy," I said softly to her.  I didn't want to break the spell 
but I had more in mind than just finger-fucking her.

I didn't have to ask twice as she rolled over and then reached over for a 
pillow to put behind her head so she could watch what was going on, Well, 
nothing was going on YET but that was about to change real quick if I had 
anything to say about it.

Tammy reached for another pillow which she stuffed under her ass as she 
grinned at me.  She knew what was about to happen and I could see she wanted 
me to know in no uncertain terms that she was ready for me to resume. Well, I 
wasn't about to disappoint her or keep her waiting any longer than necessary.

"Been a long time since I had a taste of this," I said with a smile at her as 
I rubbed her hairy pussy with one hand.  She appeared to trim it a little but 
more to keep it from poking out a bikini bottom than to keep it short.

"Not to mention it's been a long time since anyone but my husband was down 
there," she said with a wink.

She was laying crosswise on the bed still which made it impossible for me to 
stretch out between her legs so it was decision time.  Kneel on the floor or 
lay head to toe... or should I say head to pussy.  THAT was on decision for 
the day I didn't think twice about as I stretched out alongside of her.  She 
was a little taller than me which worked out nicely. With one arm under her 
leg I reached across and grabbed her butt from the side as I lowered my head 
to her belly and rubbed my nose against her.

"That tickles," she giggled as she squirmed under me.

I kissed her belly and then used my tongue to trace a path down to the edge 
of her pussy hairline and then laid the side of my face against her bush.  It 
felt a little weird as she had more hair between her legs than most men I've 
dated have on their heads.  I don't mean she was all wild and furry like 
those pics you see of European women.  It was neatly trimmed and shaved 
outside of a distinct hairline.  It was within the "boundaries" where is was 
long and soft.  It felt so good against my face and the scent of her pussy 
was strong.

Scooting forward (or downward depending on your point of view) I pushed my 
head down between her legs, feeling the softness of her inner thighs against 
each side of my face as I burrowed through her thick pussy until my nose 
pressed in against her pussy.  Using my nose to push her hair to the side, my 
tongue reached out and tasted her.  Mmmmmmm.

My tongue worked its way to her clit and I felt her jump under me as I 
nibbled gently on it, tugging on it carefully with my teeth as my tongue 
worked over it.

"Oh Kelly... that feels so good," she moaned.

I felt her hand working its way under me and I realized what she wanted so 
without removing my head from her crotch I lifted my leg up and over her and 
then pulled myself over until we were in a perfect 69 with my shaved pussy 
right over her mouth.  I could feel her hot breath against me and the touch 
of her tongue as she reached out to taste me.

How long we stayed in that position I have no idea but it seemed like forever 
yet at the same time was over much too soon.  She came first, her hips 
thrusting up against my face as she writhed under me, burying her face 
against my wet crotch.  It wasn't long after that when it was my turn.  It 
had been quite a while actually since I'd been with another woman like this 
and while I'll never tell a guy NOT to eat me, there's nothing that compares 
to the touch of another woman's mouth.

Several orgasms later we were both exhausted as I flipped over and laid on my 
back next to me, my head up against her sweating hips with the feel of her 
head of hair against mine.  Somehow I managed to turn around and she rolled 
on her side to face me as we hugged and kissed.  Her large boobs pressed into 
mine and I could literally feel the urgency within her.

"Oh wow," was all she could say at first.  Then we finally pulled apart 
enough to look each other in the eyes - hers rolling up and then settling 
back on mine.

"You know, I really wasn't sure what to expect," she started to say and then 
she went quiet again as if she wasn't sure how to express her feelings at the 
moment.

I knew what she was trying to say as I had felt the same way.  It had been 
years since we had last had sex.  How would we react when we were alone 
together for the first time? Well, I guess we both know the answer to that 
question now.

"I haven't been with a woman since out last time you know," she said almost 
apologetically.  It was if she was worried that somehow she hadn't satisfied 
me well enough.

"Damn Tammy... I came THREE times, I wouldn't worry if I was you."

We both giggled like young teenagers being naughty for the first time during 
a sleepover and then kissed again.

Before we both feel asleep somehow I remembered that I had to explain a few 
things.  I told her how I had to leave of work before Steve got home from his 
shift so she would be alone when he came home.  My plans for my dad's 
birthday surprise didn't go into effect until the evening so that left her 
with a day to kill.

Tammy absorbed all this and then she started to ask me something but then 
seemed to think the better of it.  She told me she was exhausted and thanked 
me for my jet-lag therapy.  I hadn't really thought about it in that way 
until then but I guess she was right.  She certainly wasn't having any 
problems going to sleep at a normal hour, her eyes closing as she was barely 
able to keep them open.

We fell asleep in each other's arms until my alarm clock blared.  Good thing 
I had it set to go off every day as I hadn't even thought about it the night 
before and there was no way I was going to wake up on my own after the past 
evening's events.

Neither of us had apparently moved a bit during the night as I woke up in the 
same position I last remembered before I crashed.  I extricated myself from 
Tammy's arms that were still wrapped around me and gently slipped out of bed.  
Standing up next to the bed in the dim morning light I gazed at her naked 
body stretched out in front of me.  Sure she was almost twice my age and yes, 
she could lose a few pounds here and there but overall she was a good-looking 
woman who I was sure still made her husband proud to have on his arm.  No 
doubt her son's friends saw her as one of the neighborhood MILFs although I 
couldn't imagine Tammy ever flirting or doing anything like that.

One thing I needed badly was a shower - first to wake up but also to wash off 
the strong odor of sex that still permeated the entire room.  Stepping in and 
turning on the water, it felt great to feel the hot water beating against me.  
I was still feeling ridiculously horny but I was due in class in less than an 
hour so there wasn't time to take care of those needs.  I did a quick blow 
dry and just pulled my hair back so I wouldn't have to fool too much with it.  
A little makeup and I was ready to get dressed.

Back in the bedroom Tammy hadn't budged an inch.  I slowly pulled out my 
dresser drawer, trying to keep as quiet as I could although I probably could 
have played a drum solo and she wouldn't have noticed.  Grabbing a bra and 
panties (yes, I HAD to wear them thanks to our strict dress code) and a pair 
of hose, I retreated back to the bathroom where I could see what I was doing.

With my underwear on and finally a dress, I took one last look at Tammy and 
debated if I should wake her.  We hadn't discussed anything about Steve 
coming home in a couple of hours but then she was a grown woman and could 
take care of herself so I grabbed a coat and headed for school.

 
Chapter 4 - My Husband Does Tammy
=================================

With me teaching at school I wasn't home to witness any of the events of the 
day so all I have to go by is the accounts of my husband and Tammy.  While 
their accounts agree for the most part, as might be expected they varied in 
the details so I had to make some decisions as to what really happened.  In 
the end, does it really matter?

Steve usually gets home about an hour or so after I leave.  This morning, 
knowing who would be waiting for him when he arrived, he didn't waste any 
time.  Entering the apartment, he found a note on the table that I had left 
for him.

"Dear Steve, Behave yourself but have fun! Love you always, Your Wife."

Nobody can ever say I don't support my hubby!

Entering the bedroom, I can only imagine his expression as he saw a nude 
woman in her late forties stretched out, sound asleep.  From the odor in the 
room there could be no doubt as to recent events which only served to make 
his already hardening cock stiffen even faster.

Having already showered before he'd left work, Steve was ready to go and so 
he quickly undressed and then debated his next move.  After all, although I 
had spoken to him about Tammy in the past, he'd never met her until last 
night and even that had just been a quick hello.  Sure, their first time he'd 
been naked but that was by mistake.

Steve's immediate instinct was to jump in bed and get started.  Had it been 
me in bed rather than a strange older woman no doubt that's exactly what he 
would've done.  Steve knew it turned me on to wake up with his dick rubbing 
against me or even probing mouth or pussy.  At the same time he was well 
aware that not every woman shared my enthusiasm in this area.

There was also the letter I'd left behind with a reminder to behave himself.  
Then again, my definition of "behave" was pretty broad.

Do I really need to work through the rest of his thought process????

Leaning over the bed so as not to disturb it's sleeping occupant, Steve, 
gently let the back of his fingers stroke along the length of her bare leg, 
working his way up to her hips where he turned his hand and felt the warmth 
of her butt.  She didn't stir which only encouraged him to go further, 
reaching down and pushing his fingers between her thighs as she laid on her 
side with the bottom leg straight out and the upper one bent upwards with her 
foot resting on her other knee.

"Damn, that is one hairy crotch," he mumbled to himself as his fingers worked 
their way through it.

Before he found her pussy he pulled his hand back, not wanting to wake her 
yet.  Her large breasts beckoned him so he cupped the upper one under his 
hand to get a feel for its heft.

"Real," he noted to himself but then from the way they sagged it would've 
been a far bigger surprise if they weren't not to mention grounds for suing 
the doctor who performed the surgery.

Holding up Tammy's breast with his fingers, Steve's thumb worried it's way 
over her large nipple, teasing it as he rotated his thumb over it.

Still no reaction by Tammy.

Steve debated his next move.  Again, had it been me in lieu of Tammy there 
would have been little to decide.  Something like, "mouth or pussy?"

Steve's dick was rock hard by now.  What a situation to come home to - an 
older woman laying out naked across his bed.  Even better, it was a woman who 
he knew had travelled thousands of mile for one reason - to get laid.  OK, so 
it wasn't to get laid by HIM but that was just a technicality. Ordinarily 
this had all the makings of something that normally only occurs in 
conjunction with a wet dream - BUT...

"Kelly would kill me," he thought as he stroked his cock with his right hand.

It wasn't that he was worried about my reaction to him having sex with 
another woman.  We'd settled THAT issue before we said our vows.  SO far as I 
was concerned he could fuck whoever he wanted so long as I eventually knew 
about it.  Of course that understanding went both ways but so far he'd been 
the only one to take advantage of it since we returned from our honeymoon.  
Even then it didn't really :count" so far as I was concerned as the girls 
involved were less than half my age thanks to the arrangements made by my 
Aunt Linda for him and my dad.  Enough said about THAT.  Sometimes "don't ask 
don't tell" actually works.

No, what Steve was worried about was how I would feel if for whatever reason 
Tammy was upset by what he'd love to do right then.  God forbid she should up 
and leave for home, leaving all my plans for my dad in a lurch without a 
backup plan.  Now THAT would have been grounds for some pretty heavy-duty 
response by me.

Still, there WAS the matter of this MILF in his bed and he couldn't complete 
ignore her.  Like, when might he ever get a chance like this ever again? If 
he just walked away now he knew he'd regret it for the rest of his life.

It's like I've always said... It's not the things I have done that I regret, 
it's the things I haven't.  So why shouldn't the same apply to Steve - so 
long as he didn't go TOO far.

In the end the decision was made for Steve in that as he was stroking his 
dick within just inches of Tammy's sleeping face, he could feel that surge 
building in him and knew that it was too late to stop.  In effect the fuse 
had been lit and now it was just a matter of where he would explode.

Steve frantically stroked his dick, the lust overwhelming him as he put his 
free hand on Tammy's head, her hair running though his fingers as he twisted 
it just slightly upwards.  Any semblance of rational thought was gone, 
replaced by his male instincts to dominate and inseminate the female in front 
of him.  While his dick was not in her pussy, he could still at least cover 
her with his sperm.  Which is exactly what he did.

"Oh god..." he groaned, unable to maintain his silence as his orgasm erupted.  
A thick rope of cum spurt from the end of his erect cock and landed on 
Tammy's cheek and nose.  Another groan and another load of cum, this time 
landing on her upper lip and then running a trail across her mouth and down 
her chin.  Two more loads and two more trails of cum, one on her forehead and 
just into her hairline while the next added more to her nose and upper lip.

"Fuck me!" Steve sighed, using his hand to milk the last of his cum from his 
dick, rubbing the head of his dick on Tammy's cheek to put the finishing 
touches on his handiwork.  Letting go of her head, he stepped back and looked 
at the results.

"Holy crap," he whispered to himself as reality returned with the unloading 
of his cum.  He shook his head to clear it as he released his now dwindling 
dick, allowing it to droop down.

Immediately he started to wonder if he'd gone too far.  He could have easily 
cum on Tammy's tits or just cum on the bed and not hit her at all. There 
could be no mistaking what had been done to her when she awoke.  What was she 
going to say?

Steve shrugged and headed to the bathroom to wash up.  There was nothing that 
could be done now so all he could do was wait and see.  Washing his dick and 
hands, he decided that he had probably do more so he took a quick shower and 
after drying himself off, wrapped a dry towel around his waist and headed for 
the kitchen to get some breakfast.

***************

It was maybe only fifteen minutes or so before Tammy began to stir.  As she 
woke, she went to rub her eyes and as she did, she felt something on her 
face.  Steve's cum was still wet but was aging and she could smell 
something... something unmistakable if unbelievable.

"What the hell?" she mumbled to herself, her throat dry from sleeping. As she 
did she could taste something on her lips.  It wasn't like it was something 
she tasted often but there was no mistaking the salty bitter taste.  Getting 
out of bed, she went to the bathroom and turned on the light.  Her eyes 
opened wide at what she saw.

"Oh... my... god!" she said to herself.  At first she couldn't believe the 
cum-covered face of the woman in the mirror was her.  Quickly she grabbed a 
washcloth, ran the water until it was as hot as it could get and then soaked 
the washcloth.  She rubbed it over her face, trying to get the offending 
substance off of her as quickly as she could.

While nobody accused Tammy of being overly chaste as a teen, if there was one 
reputation Tammy had never had it was of being a cumsluts.  Heck, she wasn't 
even too thrilled to do a blowjob.  Boys expected them so she did it but it 
wasn't like she went out of her way to suck a dick.  Early in their marriage 
she did the occasional blowjob to satisfy her husband but over the years as 
their sex life slowed considerably, one of the first things to go was oral 
sex.  And now here she was washing a TON of cum off her face - something she 
rarely had ever done as she hated it when a man would cum on her face.

"Steve!" she huffed between tightly pursed lips.  It had to be him, who else 
could it be? Obviously he had gotten home and done who knows what and ended 
by cumming all over her like she was some cheap whore.  Had he told his wife 
he was going to do that? She couldn't believe that I would have gone along 
with the idea as I knew her preferences in this area.

A number of thoughts went through her mind.  What should she do? Her first 
instinct was to call me and tell me what my husband had done to her while she 
was sleeping.  But then she remembered that I was in school and if there was 
one thing worse than s student getting a cell-phone call during school, it 
was a teacher getting one.

He next idea was to get dressed and march down to confront Steve and demand 
an apology.  Indeed, as she brushed her teeth and combed her hair that was 
her intent until the comb stuck and she realized that there was cum in her 
hair as well.  Damn!

Forgetting her next move which had been to get dressed, she turned and 
started to reach for the shower controls.  That was when another idea came to 
her..  a much better idea, at least so she thought.  The shower could wait...

Running her hand though her hair, she ruffled it up and made it a mess again 
as if she had just gotten up.  For a moment she regretted wiping off the cum 
from her face but it was too late to do anything about that.  Taking a deep 
breath, she left the bedroom and headed for the kitchen.

****************

"Good morning Steve," Tammy greeted Steve as she entered the kitchen where 
Steve was sitting on a bar stool at the counter reading the paper with his 
coffee.  She noticed that Steve was wearing a towel but it was tied loosely 
and as such it hung between his legs and to his hips, exposing his legs and 
hip except where the knot was threatening to come loose.

"Hmmmmmm, not bad... not bad at all," she said to herself but she worked hard 
to keep her admiration of Steve's body a secret.

"Ummmmm, hello!" Steve stammered as a naked Tammy strode into the kitchen 
like she owned it.  She didn't make any comment about her nudity, nor did she 
mention a word about what had happened earlier in the bedroom. Instead, she 
went to the coffee-maker, selected a cartridge and started the cycle to make 
her cup of coffee.  As she waited for the coffee cup to fill, Tammy turned 
and smiled sweetly at Steve.

"We didn't get much chance to talk last night," she started out, "Kelly's 
told me a lot about you and I suppose she's filled you in on my history here 
with her family... am I right?"

Steve was still uncertain how to take it all.  What was going on? He barely 
knew her yet here she was taking a sip of coffee as she leaned back against 
the counter, acting as if being nude around a man she barely knew was the 
most natural thing in the world to do.  Her face looked clean so she 
certainly HAD to know what he'd done but then her hair was a wreck so it 
wasn't like she'd showered as he had expected she would want to do after what 
he'd done to her.

Meanwhile Tammy was thoroughly enjoying herself.  What Steve didn't know was 
she was feeling as self-conscious as a teenage virgin.  Nudity was Not 
something she ever did at home and to stand like this in front of man she'd 
only met the night before was WAY out of her comfort zone so far as she was 
concerned.  She was also well aware that barely out of sight under the thin 
towel was the dick that had only minutes before spewed cum all over her face 
- while she was sleeping at that.

Steve shifted in his chair.  While he had just cum no long before, he could 
feel his dick stirring at the sight of the nude older woman in front of him.  
She must have been around the same age as his own mother - making her old 
enough to be his mother.  Personally he thought his mother's body was in far 
better shape but it wasn't as if Tammy was fat and ugly either. Her boobs 
sagged a bit and she had a little bit of heft to her butt and thighs but 
other than the normal signs of aging she was pretty hot.

Tammy notice the movement and her eyes instinctively moved to his crotch 
where she couldn't help but notice the unmistakable tent beginning to rise 
before she averted her eyes.  She had come in the kitchen with every 
intention of teaching Steve a lesson by teasing him a while and then leaving 
him with blue balls... but that was so five minutes ago...

Steve's mind was working at warp speed and finally he came to the decision it 
was better to beg for forgiveness than wait and have to be at the receiving 
end of whatever Tammy must be getting ready to say.

"Look Tammy, I know what you must be thinking and I just wanted to explain."

"Why I have no idea what you're talking about Steve," Tammy responded with a 
devilish grin.

"You know, the face thing."

"Oh! So that was YOU?" she replied, barely able to keep her face rigid as she 
wanted to break out in laughter.

Steve couldn't help but roll his eyes a bit before he caught himself.  Yeah 
right, like who else could it have been, the mailman?

"Well in my defense, you did look irresistibly sexy this morning," Steve 
said, trying to sound as complimentary as possible.

"Oh really?" Tammy said, casting our her bait to fish for more compliments.  
She was suddenly all the more self-conscious of the fact that she was 
standing there stark naked but somehow managed to keep he hands to her side.

Steve smiled, sensing he was making headway, "I mean like look at you! You 
are hot!"

This was more than Tammy could take and she turned away from him without even 
thinking about it, then she was aware all she had done was show off her ass 
to him instead and if there was one feature of her body she was most unhappy 
with, it was her butt.  So she turned around again but this time with her 
right hand over her left breast, her forearm partially covering the other.

Steve was thinking to himself, calculating his next move.  Well, it was 
either go big or go home as they said.  Standing up from the stool, he undid 
the knot and removed the towel, allowing his now semi-erect cock to pop out 
unencumbered.

"Well, if you don't believe me, believe him," he said with a sly grin, 
pointing down to his growing dick.

Regardless of the circumstances, Tammy WAS a woman and I can vouch for the 
fact that seeing Steve standing naked in front of you is more than enough to 
get a woman wet instantly.  Tammy was not immune.

"Should we really be doing this" she said softly, her eyes fixated on the 
cock in front of her that was rising slowly as it grew.  It was more a 
question for her than him but Steve responded anyway.

"Ohhhhh? And just what are we doing?"

Tammy sighed and shook her head.  "Let's stop all this silliness and put our 
cards on the table, OK?"

Steve just nodded so she continued.  "We both know what you did to me this 
morning and just so you know, I really didn't appreciate it.  I understand 
you may be use to Kelly but I'm not into many of the things she is, including 
the sex while sleeping thing."

Steve started to say something but she cut him off with a wave of her hand.  
"That said, I have to admit I've never had a man WANT to do something like to 
me and so in a way I guess I have to take it as a compliment."

Again Steve's moth started to work but she wouldn't let him get a word in 
edgewise.  "Face it, we both know why I'm here so it's not like I can pretend 
to be all chaste and innocent, but I hope you also realize that this is NOT 
something I do on a regular basis... or even an irregular basis for that 
matter."

Steve didn't have to be told again so now he just stood there and listened.  
His hand went to his crotch without him even realizing what her as doing and 
he started to slowly stroke himself, much to the delight of Tammy even though 
she felt terribly slutty at the same time.

"Look, if you're going to cum because of me then you could at least do it do 
it right and put it where it belongs... and it wouldn't hurt for me to be 
awake either."

As Tammy spoke it was like someone else was doing the talking.  Was she 
really saying all this? She was effectively telling him it was to have sex 
with her.  This hadn't been part of the game plan.  Yes, she would be 
committing adultery but it was suppose to be with the only man she had ever 
cheated with.  Tammy loved her husband and had never even considered another 
man before or since she had sex with my dad.  In her mind she had 
compartmentalized that into something totally unique.  To do it again was 
more less a repeat of a sin she'd already committed but now she was coming 
close to commit adultery with yet another man - and one that could literally 
be her son at that!

Steve is pretty sharp and he didn't have to be hit over the head to catch the 
drift of what Tammy was offering.  Indeed, his dick quickly went to full mast 
at the very thought of it.  Before Tammy could think any more about what was 
about to happen and possibly change her mind, he stepped forward and put his 
arms around her naked body, pulling her into him until his dick was pressed 
into her and her breasts were squeezed against his chest.

"I'm gonna fuck you now," he said softly yet firmly in her ear.  Tammy didn't 
respond so he said, "Tell me... tell me you want me to fuck you."

Tammy could feel Steve's raging erection stabbing her as his hands lowered to 
her ass, grabbing each cheek with one hand and pulling her even harder into 
him.

"Tell me dammit," he growled this time, "Tell me you want me to fuck you."

Tammy closed her eyes and whatever resolve she had left faded away.  "Do 
it... I want you to do it."

That wasn't going to satisfy Steve.  "That's not what I said... tell me you 
want me to fuck you."

"I want you to... be in me," she said, unable to bring herself to say those 
words.

"Say it," Steve said louder this time, "If you want me dick in you then you 
have to beg for it."

"Yes... I want to you to fuck me," Tammy broke down, her entire body now 
tingling as she wanted that marvelous cock pressing even harder into her deep 
inside of her.  Whatever it took for that to happen she would do.

"Fuck me Steve... I need your dick in my cunt... fuck me... PLEASE fuck me!"

Steve knew when to push and when to take what he had.  It made him incredibly 
horny to see the transformation of this woman right in front of eyes.  It was 
like one minute she was this tame housewife trying to act all cool and 
nonchalant as she stood naked in front of him.  She had been so obviously 
flustered by her nude scene that it was more amusing than anything but not to 
see her become this wanton slut as if a switch had just been thrown was 
almost unnerving.

Grabbing Tammy by the waist, he pulled her up onto the counter top and spread 
her legs apart.  He'd never fucked a woman with this much hair before and for 
a moment he hesitated.  Did he just push through it, push it aside with his 
fingers, or what? Even when he had fucked my mom she had been rimmed 
considerably more than Tammy's lush bush.

"Put me in you," he demanded, killing two birds with one stone.  Now she 
could deal with the pubic hair plus her maintained his dominance of the 
situation.

Tammy lifted her legs which Steve took under his arms and lifted them up. Her 
hands reached down, the right grabbing Steve's erection while the other 
spread her pussy apart.  She quickly ran a finger up and down her slit and 
then into her pussy, spreading the wetness to prepare for the intruder about 
to invade her.  She couldn't help but think that when she had sex with her 
husband she always required considerable foreplay and even then the aid of 
some form of lubrication before she would even consider letting him try to 
entre her but now she was as wet as a teenage in heat! Well, it was not much 
of a mystery considering what she had in her hand was considerably bigger and 
harder than anything her husband could provide.

Steve just stood there and watched as this wife and mother of two played with 
her pussy for a few moments and then guided the head of his dick to the wet 
opening between her legs.  She pressed it into her but he didn't push himself 
in... not yet anyway.  Uncertain as to what was going on, she looked up at 
him and their eyes met.

"Beg for it," Steve said firmly, "Beg for my dick, tell me what a slut you 
are."

Tammy could feel the pressure of Steve's cock against her pussy, enough to 
send shivers up her spine yet not quite enough to press her apart enough to 
enter her.  She wanted to scream at him to push it in and get it over with.  
Her pussy felt like it might explode if he didn't push it in her soon.

"Give me that fat hard dick," she said in a determined voice, "Make me your 
slut... your fucking slut.  Please me like my husband can't... fuck me 
dammit... FUCK ME!"

Later when she would lay back in bed alone and recall everything that 
happened, this was perhaps the part that made her feel the most guilty.  It 
wasn't that she cheated on her husband, it wasn't that she was more turned on 
by this younger man than she had been in longer than she could remember. No, 
it was saying that her husband didn't please her which really wasn't true.  
Granted, their sex life was rather predictable and unimaginative but he DID 
please her and she did enjoy their times together, even though they had 
slowed to maybe once or twice a month in the past decade or so.

At that Steve didn't say another word but instead thrust his hips forward, 
driving his rigid dick into Tammy to the hilt in one hard motion. Tammy 
gasped as suddenly her pussy was filled and she could feel the base of his 
dick pressing into her crotch, driving her back onto the counter a few inches 
from the sheer power of Steve's initial push into her.

"Oh god yes... fuck me hard Steve," she gasped, laying her head back with her 
eyes tightly shut.  She tried to imagine it was her husband fucking her but 
it was no use, it was Steve fucking her and there was no way she could 
compare what he was doing to anything that was done to her in the family bed.

Meanwhile, Steve was looking down, watching his cock sliding in and out of 
Tammy's hairy pussy in a steady rhythm as he fucked her.  He thought to 
himself that this was just the third older woman he had ever fucked, the 
other two being related to his own wife - her Aunt Linda and her mother.  
Then he thought again and corrected himself - Tammy was number four as he had 
fucked his own mother once about twelve years before.  For an instant he 
looked down at Tammy and wondered if this was what it would be like to fuck 
his own mother today but quickly pushed that thought aside.  It was one thing 
to fuck his wife's mother but not his own.

Having just cum less than thirty minutes earlier, Steve felt lucky to be this 
hard and even luckier in that he knew he would last longer now than he would 
have otherwise.  Perhaps it had been the right thing to do to cum on her 
earlier as it just made this time all the better.

Tammy opened her eyes and lifted her head, gazing down to where the younger 
man was ramming his stiff dick in and out of her.  It was almost surreal, as 
if she was watching someone else as if it was some sort of porn video.  Yet 
there was no denying the incredible sensations she was feeling inside of her 
that just happened to synchronize with the motion of Steve's dick.  She 
shouldn't be doing this, that much she knew, but she also knew she wanted 
it... she wanted it BAD.

Back when Mary had first contacted her and proposed the idea that she come to 
Pittsburgh to celebrate her best friend's husband's birthday her first 
instinct had been to refuse.  Those days, as much as she had enjoyed them at 
the time, were behind her.  She had felt guilty at first about cheating on 
her husband but then over time the guilt gave way as she rationalized that 
what she had done was for her best friend more than for herself.  It wasn't 
like she had gone out to a bar and picked up a guy, going to a hotel for 
adulterous sex.  Having done it before, what could be wrong with doing it 
again with the same man? Again she would be doing it as a favor for her best 
friend, not for herself.

At least that is how she had rationalized it.  Never in her wildest dreams 
had she imagined anyone else joining in - at least not another man. She knew 
Kelly was married, of course, but Mary had also told her that Steve didn't 
want to be part of anything involving sex between Kelly and her dad so she 
hadn't worried about having to deal with Steve being part of anything.  She 
hadn't thought about something like this though.

For the first time in her married life, at least as she defined it, Tammy was 
committing adultery against her husband.  There was no excusing her actions, 
no rationalizations that could be made.  She was letting this guys fuck her 
only to please herself with no regard for anyone else or to help anyone but 
herself.  This was sex for HER, pure and simple.  She might regret it later 
but at this very moment the only thing she wanted was more of what Steve was 
giving her.  A LOT more!

"Let me ride you," she gasped.  Steve looked up at her and grinned.  Pulling 
out of her, he allowed her legs to drop to the floor.  Grabbing her hand, he 
pulled her into the living room as there was no way he was going to lay on 
the cold tile floor of the kitchen.

"God I love that dick," Tammy moaned as Steve laid back, grabbing a pillow 
from the couch for under his head.  With his arms to his side to steady 
himself, his dick was standing up at a 45 degree angle or so towards his 
head, almost quivering form being so hard and stiff.

There was no debate as to reverse or normal cowgirl for Tammy as the last 
thing she wanted was to have her butt in Steve's face.  Far better to have 
her boobs hanging in his face, even if they did sag considerably more than 
they had back when she was his age.  Kneeling down and straddling his waist, 
she reached between her legs and directed his cock once again inside of her, 
dropping down and sitting on his crotch as soon as he was in her.

"Feel good in there?" she asked Steve, grinning wide.  Steve just smiled and 
grunted as she rotated her wide hips around, grinding into him and moving his 
cock within her.  This was something she didn't get to do at home.  Sex with 
her husband meant missionary style - and only missionary style.  To be on top 
of Steve, to control the speed and depth of his cock moving inside of her, 
was a special sensation for her.

Leaning over with her hands on his shoulders, Tammy let her boobs hang down 
into Steve's face, letting his lick and suck on her nipples as she swayed 
side to side to drag them over his face.  She'd always had larger than 
average boobs, even as a teen, and as she got older it seemed they got even 
bigger, albeit less firm.

As Steve toyed with her breasts, Tammy was rocking on Steve's cock, driving 
it deep inside of he and then lifting up until it was just barely inside of 
her.  A few times she overdid it and it would slip out but Steve would 
quickly hold it back up under her so she could get it back in her as quickly 
as possible.

Tammy was getting into it more and more and before long she wanted it 
differently so to Steve's surprise she lifted herself off of his dick and 
moved off of him.  She got on all fours with her ass facing him, at this 
point no longer caring what it looked like to him, "

"Fuck me like a dog, Steve," she encouraged him with a wiggle to her big 
butt, "Put it in me from behind."

Steve grinned as this motherly slut literally was demanding that he fuck her.  
No longer was she doing it because he insisted on her saying it.  Noooooo, 
now she was saying it because she wanted it which made him all the more horny 
- if that was possible.  Damn, he hadn't had a fuck like this .... well, 
since never.  This was truly a unique situation for him.

Moving in behind her, he pushed aside her ample butt cheeks to expose her 
wet, now well-fucked pussy.  Grabbing his cock by the base, he aimed it and 
hit the mark, once again sinking deep inside of he before his lower belly ran 
into her butt.

Tammy had dropped down to her elbows, letting her ass poke up towards Steve 
to make it easier for him to enter her.  She rocked on her elbows as Steve 
once again took control of the rhythm.  This time though, before he had gone 
on very long the motion began to speed up and become more urgent. Tammy was 
no virgin and she knew the signs and what was about to happen.

"Cum inside of me Steve," she moaned over her shoulder, "Stay in me... I want 
it in me."

Steve was fucking her bareback and since they had not talked much at all 
before this he had no idea where she was in terms of fertility and 
protection.  Oh well, she was asking for it so she must be OK with it so who 
was he to argue?

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" he groaned hoarsely as his dick began to fill Tammy's 
pussy with his cum.  Tammy closed her eyes and focused on nothing but what 
was happening to her, trying to feel the hot sperm as it was shot into her 
from Steve's dick.  It was hard to feel anything as hot and crazy as she felt 
but she knew what was happening.

"Damn!" Steve gasped as he pulled out once he had unloaded into her.  He just 
dropped to the living room floor on his back, completely exhausted.  Tammy 
looked at him hungrily, seeing his cock wet with the coating of sperm and her 
pussy wetness.  At this point her husband would roll over and go to sleep 
while she went to the bathroom to wash up.

Not today.

Turning around while staying on all fours, Tammy moved over and lowered her 
head to Steve's crotch.  The smell of sex overwhelmed her as she took his 
dick in her mouth and tasted it.  It was wonderful! After cleaning him off 
thoroughly and catching the few remaining drops of cum that she squeezed out 
of it (she wasn't totally against eating cum, just that she wanted it under 
HER terms), she sat back on her hip with her legs stretched out, looking at 
the naked younger man before her.

"Damn, I just let him fuck me!" she exclaimed under her breath, as much in 
amazement as in disbelief.  There was no doubt the time was coming when she 
would feel guilty about this but not at this moment.  No, now she felt more 
like a woman than she had for years.

**********************

Later that afternoon I returned home and the apartment was as quiet as a 
library.  No sign of Steve or Tammy.  Hmmmmmm, where were they?

As it turned out they were both in the bedroom, almost hidden by the covers 
over them.  I gently pulled them back, trying not to wake them.  I smiled to 
myself as I saw they were both naked and Tammy was laying besides my husband 
with her arm and leg drape over him.  I had a pretty good idea of what had 
happened at some point during the day and I couldn't wait to hear about it!

 
Chapter 5 - A Surprise Show For My Dad
======================================

My dad would be home from work no later than 7:00 so I wanted to be there at 
least a half hour ahead of time which meant leaving home by 6:15 at the very 
latest assuming he typical south side traffic cooperated for once.  My dad 
knew it was his birthday and a such we would be doing SOMETHING for him a we 
always did.  The key was that this year would be something special ad 
hopefully he admit a clue.  My dad's pretty sharp so even a playful hint or 
two was all it would take to alert him.

By now the pair that had previously been in my bed had showered and were 
dressed.  Steve was the first to join me as I waited in the kitchen rather 
impatiently.  He was wearing a new pair of jeans and a long-sleeved flannel 
shirt together with a grin from ear to ear.  Talk about the proverbial cat 
who just ate the canary!

"I'm guessing you had a good time today while I was slaving away in class," I 
teased him.

"What can I say?" Steve replied, shrugging his broad shoulders and his 
lifting his hands, "Besides, apparently I wasn't the first one to take 
advantage of the opportunity."

I couldn't help but grin a that and said, "Sorry, I suppose you would have 
want to watch."

"Ya think? Steve answered, feigning exasperation, "When have I EVER passed on 
watching you with another girl?"

He leaned over to kiss me, fondling my boobs in the process.  I was still 
wearing my long dress from school but the offending (though mandatory) bra 
had long since been consigned to the laundry basket.  I loved it when he just 
grabbed for them whenever he could, especially when we were somewhere that 
Miss Manners wouldn't necessarily approve of his boldness.

"Careful there my horny husband, I don't have time for another shower."

"Yes, he is one horny SOB, isn't he?" I heard as Tammy entered the kitchen.  
She was dressed no with her hair and makeup in place, looking incredibly sexy 
in a tight white blouse that was just sheer enough to show off the black bra 
underneath.  A pair of black slacks kept things casual but the heels kept it 
from being TOO casual.

"Well I'm glad my husband satisfied you, at least I assume he did."

Tammy moved over to Steve and playfully patted him on the crotch.  The 
message couldn't be any clearer.

It was time to get moving so I grabbed my dad's birthday card and we put on 
our coats and headed out to my car.  Tammy went for the back seat but Steve 
insisted that she sit up front with me.  The traffic was heavy but no more 
than usual so in less than twenty minutes we were at my dad's house. 
Technically I guess it was mine as well given I'd lived there from the time I 
was born but now that I was married and on my own so I referred to it as his.

There was no need to hide the car as my dad would be expecting me to be there 
so I pulled over to the side at the bottom of the driveway by the garage.  We 
entered through the garage side door and made our way through the basement 
and then up the creaky stairs to the first floor where my Aunt Linda was 
waiting.

"He just called," she said excitedly as soon as we shut the door behind us, 
"He'll be here in ten minutes... max."

According to our well-laid plans, we were to go to dinner and then return 
home where he would be surprised by Tammy.  It was tempting to just dump then 
entire idea and have her greet him at the door but at the same time I'd 
looked so forward to surprising him later that I fought back the 
impulsiveness and we hustled Tammy off to my bedroom.  Even though it was 
right next to his bedroom, it was also probably the one room in the house I 
could count on him NOT going into while preparing for dinner.

The three of us left Tammy and took a seat at the kitchen table just in time 
as my dad drove down the driveway and into the garage.  A few minutes later 
he followed our footsteps upstairs and opened the door leading into the 
hallway between the kitchen and the front entrance.

"Happy Birthday Daddy!" I got up and greeted up with a big hug and then a 
sloppy kiss on the lips.

"Hey baby," he said to me when he was finally able to separate himself from 
my lip lock, "So you remembered."

I just rolled my eyes at that and then Steve shook his hand and wished him 
happy birthday followed by my aunt who hugged and gave him a kiss of her own.

"So daddy, get ready, we have to be at the restaurant in 45 minutes," I said, 
pushing him apart from my aunt who seemed to be trying to see how long she 
could kiss him without coming up for air.

With a grin he hustle upstairs and soon we could hear the shower running. One 
thing about a house that was almost 100 years old - not a lot of sound 
deadening in the construction.

It was only another ten minutes or so and he was back.  Men have it so lucky 
when it comes to getting ready to go out - no makeup, easy hair, and no hard 
decisions about what to wear.  He had on his customary suit and tie, one of 
what had to be more than a dozen in his closet.

We took my dad's SUV with my Aunt Linda in front and me and Steve in the 
back.  Dinner was relatively uneventful at one of the classier restaurants 
overlooking the city.  What made it fun was watching my dad.  Throughout the 
meal he tried to act nonchalant but I could tell he was waiting for something 
"special".  What I would dream up he had no clue but he seemed fairly certain 
that at some point in dinner either my aunt or me would do something crazy 
for his birthday.

Little did my dad know that it was all part of the plan.  Had I done 
something like give him a hand-job under the table or fucked him in the men's 
room I'm sure he wouldn't have objected but what would be the surprise in 
that? At one point or another I'd done just about everything imaginable with 
him in a restaurant Well, that is except to do NOTHING.

By the time the check arrived it was becoming apparent to my dad that indeed, 
nothing was going to happen, not even a flash for the waiter (which wouldn't 
have been difficult given the way he kept looking down my aunt's dress when 
he poured the wine).  He didn't say anything but I couldn't help but feel a 
little guilty in that I had disappointed him - at least for now. Yes, I knew 
he would soon realize the truth but for the moment I wondered if I was doing 
the right thing.

The trip home was relatively quiet.  I was afraid that if I said anything the 
excitement building in me would come through in my voice.  Steve, seeing me 
keeping my mouth shut followed my lead.  Up in the front seat my aunt was 
talking about the dinner and the inadequacy of one of the waiters but other 
than that the conversations were rather restrained.  My dad seemed to be 
sulking.  For a guy his age you would think he would not be acting like some 
spurned teenager but there you go.  It just goes to show that when it comes 
to sex, men never grow up!

*******************

I was ready to burst by the time we arrived back at my dad's home.  We had 
talked with Tammy about how she should appear to my dad when he first saw 
here and there were a number of possibilities.  The ideas ranged from simply 
sitting at the table in her customary conservative "soccer mom" attire to 
standing in the doorway naked with a rose in her teeth.  Neither of THOSE 
ideas, of course, had been chosen but that left a pretty broad range in 
between.

So what was awaiting us? Actually we hadn't settled on any single idea but 
rather came to the conclusion that it was best left to Tammy based on how she 
was feeling after being alone in the house for a couple of hours while the 
rest of us were all out to dinner.

The first hint that our plans were out the window came as we drove down the 
driveway.  Lo and behold, there was Kristi's car.

We had asked her long before if she had wanted to be part of my dad's 
birthday surprise but she claimed to have "other arrangements".  What those 
could possibly be that could be so important that she would miss my dad's 
birthday, especially with the surprise we had planned for him, I had no idea.  
Lately I'd been suspicious of some of her activities.  Since I'd moved out to 
live with my husband she was out at times when I tried to see her and her 
excuses were becoming more and more difficult to believe.  There was only one 
reason why I could imagine she would be keeping secrets from me - she was 
back whoring herself again.  She knew how I felt about her going back to her 
old "profession" but then I knew she had loved the excitement and the money.

Well, it appeared that she had changed her mind and showed up anyway.  That 
threw in a whole new set of possibilities.  When had she arrived? What had 
she concocted with Tammy in the meantime?

It didn't take long to find out.  No sooner than we had walked into the 
basement family room than out popped Kristi wearing her birthday suit and by 
that I mean, the suit she was born in.  The only thing she was wearing was a 
grin and black high heels.  I had to admit, she looked incredible!

"Happy birthday Uncle John!" she greeted him with one hand on her hip and the 
other playing with her hair as she took on her best "fuck me" pose.

My dad turned back to look at her mom and me.  He shook his head and pointed 
his finger at us accusingly.

"Ahhhhhh, so THIS is what you've had up your sleeves all night.  You guys 
really had me going there."

Little did he know that neither of us had a clue Kristi would be here. What 
we WERE wondering was... where was Tammy?

Kristi reached out her hand to my dad and when he took it, she pulled him 
towards the stairs.

"C'mon Uncle John, I've got something you might want to watch," she said in a 
sultry tone.  It was no wonder she had made such a great career as a high-end 
prostitute (and maybe was once again), the girl really knew how to work it.

As we followed my aunt and I exchanged glances.  Neither of us knew what was 
going on.  I wondered if she had caught what Kristi had said.  The girl 
hadn't invited my dad to bed or offered to SHOW him something.  No, she had 
distinctly said there was something for him to WATCH.

Poor Steve just tagged along at the end of the procession.  I knew he wasn't 
all that thrilled about what I had planned to be doing with my dad. What I 
mean is he wasn't too happy about participating.  He most likely would have 
been more than happy to have stayed home but for two reasons.  Once, he had 
to come as my new husband or my dad would have been suspicious as he knew 
Steve didn't want to be part of anything between me and my dad. Then there 
was my promise that my aunt would take care of him while Tammy and I attended 
to my dad.  He would never turn down any opportunity to be with his favorite 
older woman!

As we made it to the first floor and headed up the stairs to the second, I 
started to conjure up the most likely scenario.  There really cold be only 
one possibility considering the broad hint Kristi had dropped.  She and Tammy 
must have worked out something between them, most likely a girl-girl scene 
just for my dad's enjoyment.  Like what guy doesn't love to see two women 
having sex? For that matter, what woman doesn't?

Sure enough, I heard my dad gasp as he followed Kristi's bare ass up the 
stairs.  Then he clapped his hands and turned back to my aunt who was right 
behind him.

"Nice.... VERY nice... I would have NEVER guessed."

I wanted to see that he wasn't the only one but by then we were in the 
bedroom and sure enough, there was Tammy waiting on the bed.  Knowing Tammy 
as I did, I would have expected her to be wearing a sexy negligee but instead 
she was almost naked with the exception of a bra and heels.  The bra was one 
of those lace push-ups you see advertised at Victoria Secret and the heels 
looked perfect for bed as I couldn't even imagine trying to walk in them with 
the heels being at least six inches and so narrow they would poke a hole in 
most floors.

Tammy was laying on her side with her arm supporting her head, the bottom leg 
stretched out and her upper leg raised with her foot on her other knee which 
gave a blatant view of one the biggest surprise of the evening - she was 
shaved! Well, not quite but it was trimmed down to about nothing.  Actually 
that was probably a pretty good idea as I could only imagine how irritated 
her skin would be to shave it now after all these years.

"Whoa!" I heard escape from Steve behind me.  I turned to look at him and saw 
his eyes were fixated on the older woman in the bed, even though Kristi was 
standing at the end of the bed stark naked without the benefit of even a bra.

My turned to me and Aunt Linda and smiled.  "Alright, so whose idea was 
this?"

Aunt Linda stepped back and put out her hand upward in my direction as if she 
was introducing me.  "It was all Kelly... with a little help from your ex 
just so you know."

"Soooooo...." my dad said as he released his breath finally.

"Just have a seat and enjoy the show Uncle John," Kristi answered for us. The 
room was lit with maybe a dozen candles so even with the overhead light out 
the room was well lit.  My dad took the seat of honor - the only chair in the 
room for that matter while my aunt leaned against the dresser and I backed 
into Steve as he rested against the wall by the open door.

If there was any doubt my cousin is a "pro" (not there was any), it was 
dispelled over the next half hour or so.  It was one of the most sexual, 
erotic, mesmerizing and downright HOT display of two women having sex that 
I've EVER seen.  There was nothing titillating or naughty about it, like when 
I have watched my aunt and cousin with younger girls.  This was sex between 
two consenting ADULTS that was everything you think about when you think of 
lesbian sex.

It started with Kristi taking the lead - not much of a surprise there. Laying 
in the bed alongside Tammy, she gently pressed the older woman onto her back 
and then leaned over her and kissed her.  As the kiss intensified, Kristi 
lifted one leg and draped in over Tammy's, pressing her crotch into Tammy's 
hip bone with a definite push.

As they kissed they each were running their hands over the other's body. 
While both paid ample attention to the other's breasts, for the moment they 
both steered clear of their crotches.  Oh they came close - so close as to 
tease their audience.  Like Kristi would reach down and put her hand on 
Tammy's knee and the slowly work her hand up her thigh, moving in and out and 
then along the inner regions until she was within a fraction of an inch of 
Tammy's pussy but then would veer off and move to her hip or upwards towards 
her belly and then further up to her boobs.

Kristi lifted her head and then turned to check that we were all watching - 
as if it were possible NOT to stare at them both.  With a slight grin she 
turned back to Tammy and began to lick and suck on her nipples.  Pulling on 
them gently with her teeth, she would stretch them out and then let them snap 
back into place after which she would quickly begin sucking on it again.

After a while it was Tammy's turn as Kristi laid on her back and let Tammy 
return the favor.  Tammy wouldn't look in our direction but she had to know 
all three of us were mesmerized.

Meanwhile none of us said a word or hardly even moved except to shift our 
weight.  My dad was leaning forward in his chair with his elbows on his knees 
while supporting his chin with one hand.  I could feel Steve's breathing 
quicken behind me and so I reached behind me and pressed my hands against the 
front of his pants.  Mmmmmmm, he was hard as a rock!

Through some unspoken signal they simultaneously pulled apart and the moment 
we'd all been waiting for arrived.  Tammy, being older and a little heavier, 
took the bottom while Kristi went on top and they began to 69.  Neither of 
them hesitated for a moment before they plunged their faces into the other's 
pussy and nosily began to lap and suck.

Not for the first time I wondered how much they had "practiced" while we were 
out to dinner.  So far as I knew, Tammy and Kristi had never had sex before 
when she had visited and they seemed all too comfortable which other for this 
to be the first time.  Well, maybe for Kristi it wasn't a big deal but I 
couldn't see Tammy just diving into a girl's pussy the way she did without 
having done it before - even if by "before" it was only an hour or so ago.

Under any other circumstance I couldn't imagine just sitting here and 
watching them without jumping in myself but this was for my dad so somehow I 
found the willpower.  When it comes to voyeurism, I like to be the one who is 
watched, not doing the watching myself.

Tammy was the first to cum and she dropped her head back into the pillow from 
Kristi's wet pussy as she moaned and cried out as Kristi's tongue drove her 
crazy with pleasure.  Kristi was poking two fingers into Tammy as she licked 
and sucked on her clit, not showing any mercy as Tammy actually begged her to 
stop.  She might THINK she needed to stop but Kristi wasn't buying it.  
Tammy's hips began to thrust up, almost throwing Kristi off balance with the 
force.  It was like she was being fucked by it was Kristi's fingers in her, 
not some guy's dick.

My hands were rubbing Steve's erection and I could feel him squirming behind 
me.  "Hot, aren't they?" I whispered over my shoulder to him.  He just 
nodded, probably not trusting his voice.

As Tammy laid there gasping, Kristi lifted up her head and saucily liked 
Tammy's wetness from her mouth.  Looking over at me and Steve, her eyes 
focused on Steve.

"God I need to cum... can you make me cum Steve?"

I took this to mean the show was over.  The guys were both hard as pipe now 
so mission accomplished so far as Tammy and Kristi were concerned.  My aunt 
stepped forward and moved over to me and Steve, gently but firmly separating 
us.

"Let's go to Kelly's room," she said to Steve as Kristi appeared at her side.  
The two of them each took and arm and disappeared around the corner, leaving 
me and Tammy with my dad.  Once more I was amazed at my aunt's intuitiveness.  
She knew full well that Steve wouldn't want to stay to watch my dad and me 
with Tammy so she took care of him in a way few guys ever get to experience - 
a mom and daughter threesome.

 
Chapter 6 - My Dad Finally Gets His "Present"
=============================================

For a moment the room was silent as Tammy recovered from her intense orgasm 
and turned on her side once more.  She looked at me and smiled, then nodded 
towards my dad.  I looked and saw that he was standing now, his erection 
obvious as it pushed out against the dress pants he was wearing.

"Well, what do you think of your birthday present daddy?"

My dad reached for me and kissed me briefly and then looked over at Tammy 
again.  "I can't believe they got you to come out here for this."

Tammy shrugged and smiled back, rolling her eyes slightly.  "Trust me John, I 
can hardly believe it either."

My dad, ever the gentlemen, help unzip my dress in back and slip it off. He 
nodded in approval as he saw I was sans a bra but wearing a sexy thong. 
Usually when I was with him like this it was the opposite - missing panties 
but with a bra or something else on top, or else I was totally nude.

"You know, you good in a thong baby," he complimented me.  Well, it WAS his 
birthday so of course I would wear what turned him on, no matter how 
uncomfortable it may be.

Without another word my dad stripped down and both Tammy and I couldn't help 
but fixate on the raging erection between his legs.  Yeah, he was ready 
alright!

"Why don't you lay down daddy?" I offered.  I knew he loved me to call him 
"daddy" when we had sex, even though normally he was "dad".

I stripped off the thong, removed my heels and got up on the bed beside him.  
Tammy sat up, reached behind her back to unhook her bra and removed it along 
with her heels as well.  The two of us lay on each side of him with our heads 
in position over his dick.  For the next ten minutes (I'm guessing here, not 
like we had a time clock going) we took turns worshiping my father's cock.  
Tammy wasn't able to take him all the way in as I could but then I would have 
to say that I was pretty certain I had a LOT more experience under my belt 
when it came to sucking dicks.

Tammy was the first to feel his dick in her, I made sure of that.  With him 
still on his back she straddled him and sat up straight as I guided my 
father's cock into her almost bare pussy.  She moaned loudly as first the 
head worked its way ion and then inch by inch the rest of his stiff shaft 
disappeared inside of her as she dropped down on him.

"Oh God Tammy... your pussy feels so damn good!" my dad sighed as she started 
to rock on his cock, working her hips in a circular motion around the dick 
that had her pinned in place like a butterfly in a collection.

Tammy leaned forward until her breasts were pressing against my dad's hairy 
chest and then they kissed passionately as he worked his cock in her pussy.  
I played with my dad's balls as I watched him appear and then disappear.

"Oh John... I want you to fuck me... fuck me John... please fuck me."

Tammy may have started out on top but that was evidently just to get him in 
her to start.  I knew from her past visits that in her heart she was a 
missionary woman though.  My dad did as well and took the hint and they 
rolled over in bed until he was on top - his dick staying her during the 
entire move.  Once they were in position he began pumping in and out of her.

"That's it John... this is what I wanted!"

My dad got up on his knees, pulling Tammy's legs yup and over his shoulders 
as he grabbed her ass with both hands and humped her.  That left her boobs 
exposed which I took full advantage of, leaning over her to suck on them.  As 
I did, I reached with my hand down to her crotch, feeling my dad's dick with 
my fingertips as it moved in and out of her.

"Oh god... like that!" she groaned.  I wasn't sure if she was referring to 
the way I was now tickling her clit or how my dad was thrusting himself as 
deeply into her as possible but I doubted she meant for either of us to stop.  
Indeed, within minutes she was cumming again.

By now I was so horny I was ready to scream.  I guess I COULD have laid back 
and masturbated but that just seemed silly with my dad's hard dick right 
there in front of me.  Once it seemed Tammy was about done I patted my dad's 
hairy butt and looked him in the eyes.

"My turn daddy," was all I had to say.  Pulling out of Tammy, he moved over 
to me and pulled my legs up by the ankles until my butt was on his thighs as 
he kneeled between my legs.  I reached down and positioned his dick until lit 
was right at the entrance to my waiting wet pussy.

"Push daddy," I told him as if he needed any instruction on fucking me. Over 
the past ten years he'd fucked me far more than any other guy - even my 
husband (but that's only because he had a nine year head start).  If there 
was one man in the universe who knew how to fuck me well, it was my dad.

"Damn," I heard Tammy say under her breath as my dad began to pump his dick 
in me like a wildcat oil well.  I turned my head to see her sitting up with 
her legs under her.  "Sorry, it's just sometimes I can't get over what the 
two of you do." Indeed, when Tammy had first learned that my parents were 
involved in incest I thought she was going to run for the airport.  She 
simply couldn't believe my dad had sex with me - not to mention a couple of 
my cousins and my mom's own sister.  Even when she grew accustomed to the 
idea and we would discuss incest in more general manner, she wouldn't even 
consider discussing her sons in any form of sexual manner.

Sometimes it's best to say nothing so I just grinned and enjoyed my dad's 
dick in me.  While I enjoy missionary, I prefer it more as the closing act 
when the man came in me.  There is more of a submissive feeling to have the 
man dominating you which went along with the act of his mating me that just 
made the position seem more natural than any other.

As such, when I pushed my dad off of me just a bit, he got the message and 
pulled out, waiting to see what I would want next.  It wasn't hard to figure 
out as I got on all fours facing Tammy after which he quickly moved in behind 
me and resumed fucking me.

"Let me lick you," I said to her as softly as I could under the 
circumstances.  Tammy seemed unsure what I was saying but then she seemed to 
get the message.  Scooting up towards me, she put her legs to either side of 
me and even pushed one of the pillows under her butt to make it easier for 
me.

God she tasted good!

As horny as my dad was I was surprised he lasted as long as he did but before 
long the telltale signs began to emerge - the gasps, the faster motion, the 
harder the thrusts.  As much as I wanted him to cum in me, this was his 
birthday and I hadn't arranged for his "present" just to let the opportunity 
to pass him by.  I could have his cum almost any time I wanted it but a 
chance to mate with Tammy didn't come along very often.

Lifting my head from Tammy's pussy, I moved forward to let my dad's dick flop 
out of me.  For a moment the empty sensation in my pussy overwhelmed me and I 
almost said the heck with it and put him back in but seeing Tammy's nude body 
in front of me I resisted the temptation.

"In her daddy," I said as he looked at me as if uncertain what I was trying 
to do, "I want you to cum in Tammy."

For a moment I thought maybe Tammy was going to say something.  It was one 
thing to be nude for a man, another to suck him and yet another to let him 
penetrate you with his dick.  Yet all that paled in comparison to letting him 
cum inside of you.  Allowing a man to literally mate you was gather most 
submissive and intimate act a woman can share with a man.  Regardless of 
whether there is any chance of pregnancy (and Tammy had confirmed she was on 
the pill) you were still being mated.  I knew Tammy's views on adultery and 
there was no greater sin than to allow a man other than her husband to 
release his sperm within her.

Well, it didn't matter what she was about to say because my dad was not to be 
denied.  He was so close to cumming, maybe even in the act as it was, that he 
literally threw Tammy back against the pillows at the head of the bed and 
pushed himself inside of her as quickly as he could without another word to 
her.  Almost instantly he groaned and I saw his ass clenching as he began to 
spew his sperm inside of her.

How Tammy may have felt earlier no longer mattered.  She was so far gone now 
after two orgasms and repeated sex that all she seemed to care about was the 
organ inside of her and the sperm she was allowing to be shot inside of her.  
Her legs wrapped around my dad and pulled him into her, as if she was trying 
to pull his dick even deeper inside of her to drive his cum even further in 
her.

"Oh yes fuck me John... fuck me... fuck me," she kept repeating over and over 
like she was saying a liturgy.

Finally my dad collapsed but he managed to fall to the side of her so as to 
keep his weight from smothering her.  As he did his cum-covered cock emerged.  
I didn't hesitate.  Moving in between her legs, I put my face u against her 
pussy and pushed my tongue into her, trying to get as much of my dad's cum 
from her as I could.

God she smelled so strong of sex! It was like sensory overload as I licked 
and tasted her as my dad's cum began to emerge from within her.  My dad may 
have been through but Tammy wasn't.  I felt her hands on my head as she 
pushed me tighter into her crotch and then finally orgasm number three hit 
her.

Tammy turned, her eyes tightly shut as she reached down to her crotch and 
palmed it, rubbing it with her hand.  My dad turned towards her and put his 
arms around her, pulling her head to his shoulder as he fondled her butt with 
one hand and played with her hair with the other.

While a threesome can be fun - as was just proven, the old "two's company but 
three's a crowd" eventually applies.  It was time of me to make my exit and 
leave the two of them alone.  It seemed they were both finished for the night 
anyway.

Checking out my own bedroom, I saw a somewhat similar sight.  There was my 
husband arm in arm with my aunt in the middle of my bead.  Steve looked to be 
sleeping while my aunt was fading in and out.  Kristi was sitting on the edge 
of the bed and she laughed softly as I entered.

"So you were odd man out too I see."

I smiled wryly as that was probably a good way of looking at it.  Kristi 
stood up and came over to me.  Putting her hand between my legs, she pushed a 
finger up into me and I jumped slightly at the sensation.

"What do you say we young'uns go downstairs and have some fun?"  We did.

THE END


  
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