Subject: Dating My Dad (MF, incest, oral)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: August 31, 2007
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of
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This work is copyrighted to the author ©2010. It may be posted to non-commercial
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Summary:
What older man doesn’t fantasize about dating a younger girl? Well, none that
I’ve met so far! So it shouldn’t surprise you that my dad has some of the same
fantasies as other men. Of course, my dad has something most men don't – a
daughter willing to help him realize his fantasies!
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 – Why I Love Incest
Chapter 2 – An Idea is Formed
Chapter 3 – Dad Makes a Bet at the Restaurant
Chapter 4 – Dad Does me In the Parking Garage
Chapter 5 – Mom and I Put on a Show For My Dad
Chapter 6 – Dad Can’t Hold Back
Chapter 1 – Why I Love Incest
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My dad’s 42 years old. While this may sometimes make him seem older than rocks
to me, he insists that he doesn't feel any older now than he did twenty years
ago (that is, unless it’s after he mows the lawn or tries to water-ski!) When I
turned 22 at my last birthday, it was sort of a milestone in that for the first
time I wasn’t less than half his age. I guess that doesn't really mean much,
but it use to be sort of cool to tease him that he liked to fuck a girl less
than half his age.
Oh yeah, in case you haven’t read the rest of my diary, my dad has been fucking
me since I was sixteen. Before your mind descends into the gutter, he wasn’t my
first, not even close. I achieved THAT milestone years before back when I was
fourteen. Heck, my dad wasn't even my first “older” guy as one of the partners
from his office did me when I was fifteen. That guy was 45 and married at the
time, older than my dad is even now! Although my dad wasn't my “first” in any
of those times, I have to say that the day he first fucked me remains as the
single most memorable and important day in my life (of course, not counting when
I accepted Jesus as Lord and Savior). It was on that day, more than any other,
that my life changed dramatically in more ways than I can describe.
People have asked me if I ever regret getting involved with incest? My answer
has always been, not for even one second. Actually, the only regret I have in
that regard is that my dad wasn’t my first. It’s not that physically I would
have preferred him to be my first (my boyfriend Steve did a nice job our first
time) so much as I feel a deep sense of guilt for denying him a once in a
lifetime opportunity – the opportunity to take his own daughter’s virginity. Of
course my wonderful dad is always telling me not to feel that way. Technically
I agree that it wasn't my “fault” as I didn't have a clue that he wanted me in
THAT way when I was younger. I mean, when you see your dad masturbating most
every day since you were eight, how are you suppose to know when it starts being
about you? Then again, even if it WAS about me at that age, how was I suppose
to know? Even so, looking back there were plenty of clues I could have picked
up on had I been a little more attentive and less naive
Another thing people always ask me is why I let my dad fuck me in the first
place. Well, first and foremost, the obvious answer is like DUH, he IS my dad
so isn’t it obvious? First, from an intellectual perspective, as his daughter
the Bible commands that I honor him and what better way to demonstrate that
respect than to offer myself to him? Don’t get me wrong; . saying it’s my
“duty” to let my dad fuck me doesn’t mean I allow him to dominate or otherwise
force me to submit to him. It’s no different than our “duty” to obey God in
that it’s something a person should WANT to do if they truly believe in the
principles they claim to live by.
Everyone seems to get confused over the “duty” thing, no matter how many times I
try to explain it’s NOT something bad. Sometimes I think maybe I shouldn’t even
bring it up but then I believe people should understand that there is an
indirect biblical directive which supports incest, although not requiring it per
se.
Above all, I love my dad and bottom line, I simply enjoy pleasing him. He may
be my dad, but he’s also a man and all men have needs and fantasies. My belief,
based on personal experience with quite a number of men, is that when guys are
really being truthful and open, most admit that either they’ve had lustful
thoughts for their teenage daughter or, sans daughters, someone else’s or even
girls in their neighborhood. Really, how many guys honestly can honestly claim
that they do NOT want to fuck a perky little teenager? Of course, the vast
majority never do, out of either commitments to their marriage, or (most likely)
fear of the consequences, but that doesn't mean they don’t fantasize about it.
Of course, it’s not like it’s some kind of chore letting my dad fuck me. I
deliberately used the words “let him fuck me” for a couple of reasons. First,
because the Bible says so, and second, to please him. I realize that this makes
it sound dreadfully submissive and almost abusive. Well don’t forget that I get
physical enjoyment as well, even if my dad has reached the age where he can
only cum once and sometimes has issues he doesn't like to talk about (despite
the TV commercials). It’s not like I NEED to go to him for my sexual needs.
Anyone familiar with my history knows I don’t have much in the way of problems
in THAT area of my life. Sure, there have been a few times over the years that
I was tired or not feeling well and sex wasn't exactly my top priority when he
wanted it. No matter what, though, it’s become a matter of personal pride for
me that I’ve NEVER refused my dad, no matter how I felt or when or how he wanted
it.
Over the years I’ve also tried to fulfill as many of my dad’s fantasies as I
can. Some of the time it’s my idea, most of the time they come from him though.
He loves to buy me sexy outfits and naughty costumes to model in for him - and
then have some fun with him later. This has run the gamut from the classic
“catholic schoolgirl” to “naughty maid” and other stereotypes as well as just
sexy lingerie and risqué outfits. I’ve even pretended to be a street whore that
he ‘picked up” as entertainment for some of his clients and him.
My dad is a partner in a corporate law firm. Compared to the TV shows, it’s
BORING but I‘m not complaining – it pays for all my needs and more. He is also
an elder in our church and active in a number of local organizations. As such,
as much as it pains me to have to hide it, our “special relationship” has had to
be kept well hidden from the public eye. Thus we can’t get as carried away as I
would like at times. While it frustrates me, I understand the reasons. As I’ve
gotten older, it’s been easier to do things that weren’t possible when I was
sixteen. For instance, if someone was to see me sucking his cock as we drive
down the Parkway, it’s a LOT different now that I’m twenty two than back when I
was sixteen!
So what’s the point in me saying all this? Well, without at least a little
background, you wouldn't understand why I did what I’m about to describe. I
just want people to understand that what I share with my dad has absolutely
nothing in common with the crap you find on so-called “incest” internet sites
nor what you read about in the newspapers or see on TV. The internet sites are
so fake it’s beyond ridiculous but I understand that they exist to play to the
typical male fantasy world. When you read about incest in the newspaper or hear
about it on TV, it’s always about a situation where incest was abused. Let me
make this perfectly clear:
1. My dad has NEVER pressured me to do anything I didn’t want to do.
2. Because I love my father, I give myself freely to him for his pleasure and
enjoyment, not to “buy” his love.
3. I am NOT my father’s girlfriend or lover, not even as a fantasy. I am his
daughter – period.
Enough about all that. I graduated from college this past spring so this summer
was my first summer since I entered grade school that it was not “summer break”.
Actually, that feels a bit strange, especially now that summer is almost over.
It’s hard to shake the feeling that I have to return to school in a few weeks.
This past summer I tutored mostly, expecting to get a job as a substitute
teacher in the fall. When it became clear that the best I was going to get was
a part-time substitute position, I decided to put off teaching and get my
Master’s degree. Sooner or later I would be required to get it so I figured if
I got it now then maybe it would help me move up the waiting list a little
faster.
During the summer my dad made sure to take advantage of the fact I was back home
again. True, when I was gone he still had my cousin Kristi to help quench his
appetite for younger pussy, but I knew nothing satisfied him as much as getting
a piece of his own daughter. For most of the summer he returned to our
“tradition” where he would come into my bedroom before leaving for work and
either masturbate over me if I was sleeping or fuck me if I was awake (and
sometimes when I wasn't!) Now that I’m home permanently, the sense of urgency
to get in as much sex as possible while I’m home seems to have dissipated. Over
time it had gone from every morning to every other morning to now where I get a
visit maybe once or twice a week at most.
Other than that, it was really a somewhat “calm” summer so far as me and dad
were concerned. No office parties, no “escorting” for clients, etc. I kept
busy with my tutoring and friends and he always seemed to be occupied with work
so things just seemed to naturally work their way out between us. As such, you
can imagine why he caught me a bit off guard one day when he approached me with
a new fantasy idea. Actually, it wasn't that he came up with the idea and then
asked me, it was more like something that just happened.
Chapter 2 – An Idea is Formed
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We were having lunch after church one day when my mom mentioned one of the
neighbors who had gotten divorced a few months back.
“Have you seen the girl he’s been dating lately?” my mom said in a low voice so
as not to be overheard by the folks in the booth next to us. “Good grief, I
doubt she can even vote yet! I bet she doesn't know he has a thirty year-old
daughter and two grandkids!”
My dad and I both laughed together. Actually I’d seen the girl in question
myself earlier in the week and my mom was right; I could have sworn she was a
babysitter except I knew he didn't need one anymore. Naturally my dad, being a
guy, had a different take on the situation than the women in his family.
“So what’s the big deal? Hey, if the guy can screw a teenage girl at his age,
I’m certainly not going to blame him for going for it!”
My mom just snorted and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, figures you would say that. Men
are such pigs and you all stick together!”
My dad leaned forward across the table and grinned at my mom. I could barely
hear him whisper, “Just in case you’ve forgotten Mary, your 42 year-old husband
likes to bang his 22 year-old daughter.”
“And his twenty year-old niece, not to mention his fifteen year-old niece as
well,” I added, earning a sharp glance from my mother, apparently for not
keeping my voice low enough.
My mom wasn't THAT easy to win an argument with, though. She countered with,
“True, but at least you’re not dating them out in public and making a spectacle
of yourself.”
That effectively ended the discussion so we went on to other things as we
finished our lunch. On the way home, my dad was quiet, as if something was on
his mind, but he wouldn't say what it was. It wasn't until later that night
during supper that he eventually spilled the beans on his new idea.
“You know, I bet that guy loves it when women like you get all worked up over
him dating a girl half his age,” he started out with my mom.
“Who cares? I STILL think it looks ridiculous,” my mom fired back. “He should
be dating someone more his own age. She’s just like Anna Nicole Smith.”
My dad turned to me with a grin. “OK then, how would you feel Kelly, dating an
older guy. Would you like people to stare at you and make gossip if you went
out with some older guy?”
Immediately I had a premonition on where this was leading to but I played along.
“Why not, I think it would be fun!”
“See Mary,” my dad countered smugly, “Your own daughter thinks it would be fun.”
My mom shook her head and sighed. “So John, don’t tell me that now you want to
go out on some sort of date with Kelly, do you?”
“Why not?” he answered, acting as if it was the most innocent thing in the world
for us to do.
“Well, what is someone sees you that knows you?”
“We could make it a road trip. You've been wanting to visit your girlfriend in
Cleveland, why not make a night of it? We could stay in a hotel, have dinner on
the town and visit a few clubs and places.”
My mom was clearly not convinced. She tended to be the more conservative one in
the family when it came to our sexual escapades, like a referee ready to blow
the whistle when the action got out of hand.
“I’ll think about it,” was all she would say as she got up to clear the table.
My dad winked at me. We both knew when she said that it meant she just needed
some time to digest it further. The odds were heavily in favor of a positive
outcome, we just had to be patient. Pushing her now would only result in her
taking a position contrary to whatever we wanted.
My mom was working the day shift so by the time she got home the next evening I
had dinner ready but as usual, my dad was running late. My mom had learned long
ago not to wait for him to get started or else we might starve some nights! As
we sat down across from each other, we talked about her day at work as I
patiently waited for her to say something about my dad’s idea. From bitter
experience, I knew it was always best to let HER bring up the topic.
“So, you still think your dad’s idea is something you want to do?” she finally
asked me.
“Sure, why not?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes your father just gets these bizarre ideas. At least
this time you won’t be his hooker!”
We both laughed at that one. I knew back then she hadn’t been 100% behind THAT
idea but when it all worked out she was the first to ask for all the gory
details.
She sighed and took a drink before continuing. “Well, I suppose if nothing else
he’ll owe me a night out too.”
There it was, in her own round-about way she was going along with it. My mom
didn't always come right out and say she agreed with some of the things my dad
and I did. It was more like she didn't DISAGREE. It was all I could do to not
jump up and give a big “YES!” so I immediately started to think about what I
should wear and such. I didn't know where he planned to go exactly so it was
hard to make a firm choice but I knew I had something for just about anywhere.
If nothing else, it might prove out to be a great excuse to pry some money from
him to buy me some new outfits.
The week seemed to crawl by. For the rest of the week, my dad didn't fuck me
once. I even offered a BJ one night but he turned it down! It was like he was
storing up sperm or something for the weekend. Well, if nothing else, he was
going to be horny as hell! As for me, well I must have masturbated a couple of
dozen times as I fantasized about how our “date” might go. Of course, my
imagination can get out of hand as I dreamed of him doing me on a restaurant
table and then on a bar stool at a nearby club. Nothing was so outrageous that
I couldn't get off thinking about it. Of course, it didn't help he wasn't
fucking me which only added fuel to my masturbation needs. I suppose I could
have called in a couple of guys I knew who were more than happy to meet my needs
when they arose, but that seemed wrong somehow knowing my dad was going to be
wanting me so badly at the end of the week.
Chapter 3 – Dad Makes a Bet at the Restaurant
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Finally, Friday arrived and somehow or another my dad managed to take off work
early. My mom had traded her hospital shift for another and so she was home
already when my dad arrived. She had everything packed so as soon as he got
home, we loaded the SUV and were on the road.
The trip to Cleveland was rather uneventful, especially when you consider how
many of our road trips went. It was like we were all on our best behavior in
anticipation of my dad and my “date”. I didn't even masturbate on the way so
that alone should tell you how serious I was about reserving the atmosphere!
We checked into a downtown Hilton hotel where my dad had reserved a suite. It
was a bit of an extravagance but it made me feel special somehow. My mom had
originally planned on visiting one of her friends that lived in the area but she
had changed her mind at the last minute, deciding that she would rather watch
the two of us having fun. It was a bit voyeuristic but then my mom often
watched the two of us having sex at home. It was EXTREMELY rare for her to join
in. She seemed to prefer watching her husband and daughter enjoying themselves
and then be with each of us privately some other time. It was fine with me as
having sex with my mom as compared to sex with my dad was like trying to compare
night and day.
AS they unpacked I quickly ducked into one of the bathrooms where I carefully
took a shower so as not to mess up my hair that I had paid over $100 to get done
earlier in the day (well, dad’s credit card actually paid for it). Normally my
hair is so straight and lifeless but tonight I wanted it to look more bouncy and
yet sophisticated at the same time.
Fortunately, my wardrobe already had the perfect “little black dress” so I
hadn’t had to go out and buy a new dress although it was tempting to do it
anyway. A girl can NEVER have too many dresses! The dress was classic and
simple, yet looked elegant because of its simplicity. It was solid black and
hugged my body like it was custom form–fitted just for me. It was strapless and
barely covered my boobs, showing as much cleavage as my c-sized boobs could
produce. It stayed just as tight all the way down to my ass, clinging to me
like fresh Saran Wrap. The bottom hem was no more than a couple of inches below
my butt, threatening to reveal a thin black thong if I did much of anything more
than just stand up straight. My legs were firm and tan after the hours I had
spent on our deck this summer so I wasn't wearing any hose. On my feet were
some killer heels with five inch stilettos. I say “killer” partially because
they made my legs and ass look great but also because they absolutely killed my
feet when I wore them. Oh well, the sacrifices a girl has to make to look good
for her date!
My mom came in as I was making some last minute adjustments to my outfit. I saw
her behind me in the mirror, giving me a good look-over.
“Well, I guess you look slutty enough, even for your perverted father,” she
mumbled under her breath. I knew she was just joking, well, at least about my
dad being perverted. As for me looking slutty, I certainly HOPED I did after
all this work! What was the whole point of the outfit if not to be my dad’s
slutty date for the evening?
When I stepped out of the bathroom, my dad was waiting for me in the living room
area of the suite. I entered the room and he let out a long, loud wolf whistle.
“Wow Kelly, you look REALLY hot tonight!”
I walked slowly over to him, my hips moving and legs crossing as I tried to be
as sexy as I could.
“Think the other guys will be jealous?” I asked him seductively.
“Shit, I would say so,” he replied. “Damn, I’m tempted just to stay here
tonight!”
“Now John...,” my mom intervened, wagging her finger at him
“OK Mary, I know. Don't forget, it WAS my idea to do this tonight after all.”
It was getting past eight so we decided we had better get going. First stop was
some steak place that my dad loved. They had a branch in Pittsburgh he loved to
go to so it was a no-brainer for him when he made the reservations for tonight.
On the way through the hotel lobby, I walked with my dad while my mom trailed a
discreet distance behind as if she wasn't associated with us. My dad put his
arm around me and just before we went out the front glass doors, he turned to me
and leaned down to kiss me. It wasn't very long but enough for everyone to get
the idea we weren’t just business associates. The valet even winked at my dad
as he handed him the keys to our SUV which was now waiting for us. He must have
been pretty surprised when my mom hopped in the back seat. Oh well, I guess we
would be providing the gossip for the valet staff tonight!
At the restaurant, my dad parked and my mom stayed in the back seat while the
two of us made our way to the entrance. The concierge found our reservation and
as he gathered the menus to lead us to the table, I noticed he gave me the once-
over. I smiled at him and he discreetly looked away but I could only imagine
what he was thinking about me being with this older guy for the evening. Did he
think I was his girlfriend, an escort or maybe even a prostitute? Of course, he
would never know the truth about us. No doubt the option that I might be this
guy’s daughter never even crossed his mind from the slutty way I was dressed
not to mention he couldn't have missed how my dad kept fondling my ass as he led
us to our table!
My mom entered the restaurant alone a few minutes after we were seated. I could
barely see her but we were close enough for me to see that the concierge seemed
surprised when she asked for a table for one. Small wonder as how often does a
good-looking forty-year-old woman go to a fancy, expensive restaurant all by
herself?
Earlier in our hotel room, I found it interesting that my mom chose to leave her
wedding ring at home while my dad had kept his on. At the time I wondered if my
mom had plans to do a bit of teasing herself. Of course I knew she would never
actually DO anything with another guy, but that didn’t mean she couldn't have a
little fun leading some poor guy on to think that she might. For my dad, I
think it gave me a bit of a thrill for people to see his wedding ring since I
wasn't wearing a ring, obviously, so anyone with even a passing interest would
have to think that he was cheating on his wife. Even though I knew he would
never even consider such a despicable act, it still didn’t mean he couldn't
enjoy the notoriety. After all, fantasies are NEVER bad!
My mom was led to a small table at the side of the restaurant almost opposite
from us, making it all but impossible for me to see her clearly and I had to
assume she was having the same problem. Oh well, it was still good enough to
know we were there and since the rest rooms were on our side of the building,
she had a ready-made excuse to pass by now and then for a closer view.
One nice thing was that since I’m now over 21, my dad can order wine AND I can
drink it – legally. Although normally I’m not a big fan of anything alcoholic,
a good glass of wine that compliments dinner is OK now and then. Actually, my
parents have allowed me drink a little wine during dinner since I was just a
little girl but it was never enough to get me drunk or even a little tipsy. At
parties, I’m strictly a Diet Coke girl as I hate beer!
The wine guy (or whatever their fancy title is) brought a bottle and a stand to
our table where I sat back and dutifully watched the little ritual. I had my
legs crossed with the leg closest to him crossed over the other such that my
skirt exposed my bare thigh as well as the majority of my ass to him. He
pretended to be looking down at the bottle but his line of sight was clearly on
another vintage. I wasn't sure what was going to pop first – the cork or his
pants!
My dad ordered dinner for the two of us and later as we talked, I tried to see
who was around us and what they were doing. Most of the people seemed to be
business associates, guys for the most part on expense accounts. There was an
older couple celebrating a wedding anniversary, probably their fiftieth from the
looks of them. A couple of teenagers rounded out the crowd, the boy evidently
trying to impress his girlfriend but instead just looking out of place and silly
in the process. Well, for his sake I hoped she made the exorbitant bill
worthwhile after dinner. I remember my mom’s advice when I was dating – it’s
not polite to let a boy take you to a nice restaurant unless you’re willing to
blow him afterwards as a thank-you.
“God, you look incredibly sexy tonight Kelly,” my dad said in a low voice over
the candle glowing in the middle of our table.
Believe it or not, I actually blushed! He was making me feel like a princess,
all dressed up and feeling so sexy here with a man that everyone thought was
cheating one his wife. Actually, most people seemed to be ignoring us except
for one table where four guys who looked to be in their late twenties and
thirties were obviously well past their first round.
“I think those guys like you,” my dad whispered to me, trying not to be
overheard or appearing to look at them.
I grinned at him and glanced over at their table. They didn't even bother
pretending to look away as two of them actually smiled back at me while the
other two just leaned their heads back and rolled their eyes. God, talk about a
bunch of drunk letches! My dad must have caught me looking over at them as he
leaned over the table with that grin on his face he gets whenever he’s about to
ask me something naughty.
“So what do you think?” he asked me in a teasing voice, “How many of them?”
I had to cover my mouth to keep from breaking out laughing. Leave it to my dad
to turn this into something naughty.
“Dad! Is that all you ever think about?” I replied, practically choking on my
words as I struggled to get them out without bursting with laughter.
“Well, you of all people know the answer to that.”
“Hey, I thought YOU were suppose to be dating ME tonight. What’s this about me
doing these guys anyway?”
He reached out and I let him take my hand in his. In doing so, I had to lean
over, exposing my cleavage for him to see – as well as anyone who wanted to take
a closer look.
“Awwww, don’t worry, I’m the only one who’s going to fuck you tonight, don’t
worry.” he reassured me. THAT took me a bit by surprise, in a good way as I was
starting to wonder whether or not he might have other things on his agenda.
What was the story then?
“So what are you talking about then? You want me to just blow them?”
“Well, why not? Tell you what... I’ll bet you can’t get all four of them to cum
before our entrée arrives.”
My dad squeezed my hand and looked into my eyes. God, he was serious!
“Just look at them dad... they’re drunk. You SURE you want to bet on that?”
My dad just looked at me, his mind going to work as he seemed to be deciding
what direction to take at this crossroads. It had been intended to be just a
night out between the two of us so this didn't exactly fall into the scheduled
itinerary. I waited silently for his decision.
“Well, it would have to be all four of them but I’m sure you can handle that.
It’s the ‘before the entrée” part that I think would be a challenge – even for
you baby.”
Damn! My dad was essentially daring me to suck them so how could I turn away
from such a thing? Oh yes, my dad knew his daughter all too well. Had he just
bet me, I might have turned him down and gone on with dinner. But now he was
DARING me, for all practical purposes questioning my ability to turn those guys
on quickly. Under the circumstances, how could I do anything but accept the
dare if I wanted to defend my honor and reputation?
“Well, what about just three of them? What of one of them is married or has
ED.”
My dad chuckled at that. As a skilled lawyer he recognized a weasel answer when
he heard one and he wasn't about to let me get away with it. Oh well, I had to
at least TRY.
“What’s the matter? The stakes too high for ya? Don’t think you can handle
them?”
My mouth turned up in a naughty grin and I answered with a determined face,
“That’s not fair and you know it daddy.”
My dad just shook his head, silently calling my bluff. Then he whispered to me
saying, “OK, here’s my final offer. All four before the entrée gets here and I
buy you a new dress. If you fail, you clean house for your mom for a week.”
Now THAT was an incentive for me. I can ALWAYS use a new dress and if he was
buying it for me, then shopping for it would be half the fun. As for the
possible consequences, I HATE housework so there was no way I was going to lose
this one.
With our agreement in place, there was no time to lose as it was already pushing
things pretty tight for time. Even though I knew it would be at least another
twenty or thirty minutes at a restaurant like this before we got our meal, that
was pretty damn fast to suck off four guys, even if they were prepared and
waiting already.
“OK, just watch me old man.”
“Hey, don’t talk like that to your father!” he called out to me as I got up and
walked away from the table.
Although my skirt had ridden up a bit while I was seated, I didn't bother to
pull it down or straighten it out but instead walked directly over to the table
with the foursome. I figured I had only twenty minutes at most so there was no
time to tease or fool around.
“You boys like what you’ve been watching?” I said demurely when I reached their
table, resting on my hands and leaning over to give them a solid view of my
boobs. Fortunately, they were drunk enough to answer honestly.
“Hey babe, ain’t you a little young for that guy?” one of them asked.
In the few seconds it had taken me to move from our table to theirs, I had
debated how to approach this. With the time limit I faced, there was really
only one option I could think of – direct and to the point.
“Not at all. Matter of fact, he’s my daddy and he bet me I couldn't suck each
of you off before our meal arrives.”
God, what I would’ve given for my digital camera at that moment. Each of the
simply froze in place, their mouths hanging open like fish out of water. Of
course, not one of them believed the “daddy” line which, of course, was exactly
what I had counted on. The good point about that was I didn’t have to make up a
story, yet to them I had handed out a whopper. Really, what father would be
going out to dinner with his daughter dressed like I was? Without calling me a
liar, all they could do was wonder what the REAL story was.
“Seriously?” one of them finally asked. The rest just kept staring at me – or
at least at my boobs.
“Well, meet me in the men’s room in one minute and find out,” I taunted them.
Well, I had done it; thrown down the gauntlet in the most direct and
straightforward way possible yet still managed to leave them speechless and
disbelieving. It wasn’t until I headed for the restrooms that they probably
started to think I might really BE serious. As much as I wanted to do it, I
never even looked back until I was finally in the hallway where the two
restrooms were located.
Now if a guy were to walk into the women’s restroom, there would be shrieks and
orders to get out immediately. Not surprisingly, the reception I got in the
men’s room wasn’t quite the same. There were two guys in there when I pushed
the door open (no door knob or lock I noticed right away) and stepped in like I
owned the place.
“Ah sister, I think you got the wrong door,” some guy said who was washing his
hands at one of the sinks.
A quick glance and I saw there were two urinals and two stalls with two sinks on
the opposite wall. It wasn't really that bad a place with various men’s
toiletries on the sink and real hand towels instead of paper ones. The second
guy was up against one of the urinals in the classic pose a guy takes when he’s
peeing.
“That’s OK, I’m meeting some friends for a blowjob,” I said offhandedly, as if
it was the most perfectly normal thing in the world for me to be doing.
It’s amazing how the truth can work to your advantage as once again, I was met
with a look of total disbelief. The guys peeing must have heard me as well as
he quickly turned his head over his shoulder to take a look at me.
“I don’t EVEN want to know!” the first guy said as he dried his hands quickly
and practically ran out of the room.
The second guy seemed to be in the same state of either disbelief or denial. I
could only imagine what he would be saying to whoever he was having dinner with
when he returned! He didn't even wash his hands in his rush to escape what
seemed to be an uncomfortable situation. I smiled sardonically at the whole
series of events. Personally, I would have thought I had just presented them
with their wildest fantasy yet both of them panicked when faced with the real
story. Typical men.
I’d been in there almost thirty seconds by now and was starting to wonder if my
entourage was going to arrive. Just as I was being to doubt them and started to
head for the door before some other guy barged in, the door swung open and in
walked my targets.
“Shit, she’s really here!” The guy who spoke was the one who spoke first
earlier at the table. He must have been the leader of the bunch, if not in job
title than at least in personal stature.
“Of course I am,” I replied a bit briskly, as if I was fed up with their
tardiness. “Now who’s first? C’mon, be good boys and drop your pants so we can
get going.”
They all looked at each other and I wasn’t the least bit surprised at who my
first victim was. Well, so far he was the only one to even say a word to me so
I guess it made sense I should suck his dick first. I squatted down and sat on
my heels as I motioned for him to approach me.
“Hurry up, I’ve got a deadline!” I said, as if I was telling a kid at some fast
food joint to rush my order.
As he stepped forward, unzipping his pants, I looked at the other three and
waved my hand as if dismissing them.
“You guys too... let’s GP.. get ‘em out and start jerking off so you’re ready
when your turn comes – and I DO mean CUMS!”
The entire situation was surreal. In fact, it was so weird that I found that I
wasn't even all that sexually excited. Sure, my pussy felt familiar twinge I
get whenever I see any guy’s dick, but I wasn't feeling that all-over
electricity I normally get when I’m really horny for a dick. This was too
mechanical, to unemotional, and most of all, too EASY. God, less than five
minutes earlier I’d been talking with my dad and now here I was in the men’s
restroom getting ready to suck the first of four dicks! Yep, WAY too easy!
It’s strange how some things work out. There have times in my life when the
most simple act has be incredibly erotic, like the touch of an anonymous hand
brushing against my leg when I’m seated on a crowded bus. Then there are times
when you would think it would be the most sexually exciting time ever and it
falls flat on it’s face. Unfortunately, that’s what happened here. Maybe it
was my worry over meeting the deadline. Maybe it was the fact that this had just
happened WAY too easy, without any real effort on my part or need to seduce or
tease. Then again, maybe it was because they were all just drunk perverts and
I’ve never cared much for guys when they drink too much (although the pervert
part wasn’t much of a problem with me).
Whatever the reason, the next fifteen minutes were probably the LEAST memorable
blowjobs I’ve ever given. I guess I owe a little bit of a description but I’m
not going to waste my time with anything more than a summary.
Guy #1 (I hadn’t asked their names nor did I really want to know them) had a
decent cock but nothing to write home about. Despite all the alcoholic drinks
he was pretty hard which meant he was either not as drunk as he was letting on,
or he had extraordinary erection powers compared to most guys I knew. As it
turned out, he lasted the longest, going for at least five minutes before he
blew his wad all over my face.
Without waiting for me to clean up, in his place stepped Guy #2. I don’t think
up to now I mentioned one of them was black and that turned out to be the second
guy. Although I hate to admit it, I was a bit disappointed when his cock didn't
transform into some monster dick but other than being darker than the others, it
was about average sized and his cum squirted out into my mouth no different than
the other three.
Guy #3 was the least impressive of the bunch. He had a decent enough dick but
an attitude that would have turned off any girl I knew – even the sluttiest
ones. He was a bit rough, grabbing my head and holding me still while he fucked
my mouth, obviously trying to impress his buddies with his “expertise”. Well,
for all his bravado, he lasted the least of any of them, probably less than two
minutes, tops. He also dribbled instead of squirting, barely missing my dress
which would have pissed me off had he messed it up.
Guy #4 looked like he was about to chicken out. I didn't see a wedding ring on
his hand although he may taken it off before coming in here with us. I just
stayed squatting while his buddies all teased him and finally cajoled him into
letting me blow him. Like most every guy I’ve ever met, once his dick was in my
mouth he changed his tune and stopped protesting.
Remarkably, I finished them all off in just over fifteen minutes. Some mention
was made about fucking me but I rebuffed them and they left the restroom
mumbling unhappily about it, leaving me behind as I pulled myself up using the
sink for balance. One look in the mirror was enough to make me reach for the
towel dispenser. Thankfully, I looked a LOT worse than I felt!
I was wiping my face off when the door opened and in walked some nice looking
guy. Needless to say he was a bit surprised to see me, to the point he even
backed out momentarily to check the sign outside the door.
“Ummmm, excuse me miss but aren’t you in the wrong restroom?” he called to me
from just inside the door.
When I turned to him he got a view of my face, still half-covered with cum and
he quickly sized up the situation.
“Sorry... I’ll come back later,” he hurriedly said as he moved out of the
restroom. He actually looked embarrassed! Too bad he hadn’t stepped in about
five minutes earlier – then he would have had something to be embarrassed about!
I couldn't help but smile at myself in the mirror. God, what had he been
thinking when he saw all this mess on my face and in my hair? I quickly wiped
the rest of it off and ran a comb through my hair in an attempt to get out the
few drops that had missed my face entirely and landed on my head. Somehow or
another I had managed to keep them from ruining my dress which made me happy.
Back at my dad’s table, I took a seat and smiled at him.
“Well, no entrée yet I see,” I said with a grin. I glanced over at the table
where the guys had been and saw there were all watching me and I waved at them
discretely.
“Get all four?”
“Daddy!” I whined, “I can't believe you even asked that!”
“Well, I figured as much from the looks on their faces when they came back from
the restroom,”
“So, are you proud of me Daddy?”
My dad just shook his head back and forth ruefully and then he looked me
straight in the eyes and smiled at me, like a loving father should look at his
little girl.
“I would be proud of you no matter what you did in there, baby.”
I wasn't going to let him get by with THAT lame response.
“Ahhhhhh, you know what I meant daddy!”
“Alright, if you insist, I WAS proud of you. Not many girls would have the guts
– or the skill, to do what you just did.”
I looked around to see if my mom had been watching. Did she know what I had
just done? From the way she was looking at me, I would say that she did!
Chapter 4 – Dad Does me In the Parking Garage
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Our dinner arrived and I put the guys out of my mind as we ate the most
incredible steaks and then topped it off with dessert to die for. God, it was a
good thing my dress stretched as I must have gained a COUPLE of pounds just
eating it all! It was nice just to spend some time with my dad like this,
intimate yet public. I hated always having to hide our relationship from people
and it was refreshing to have him treat me the way I knew he wanted to back
home. With dessert over and the credit card in the waiter’s hands. We debated
what to do next. Well, there was only one option so far as I was concerned.
“I want you to fuck me daddy,” I said, cutting off whatever he had been saying
at the time. Something about his work but I was too horny to listen anymore.
My dad smiled at me, a mixture of fatherly love and male lust on his face. Yes,
he wanted me! It made my heart practically burst from my chest to see the fire
in his eyes as he stared at me. I could only imagine what he was thinking as he
stared at me like I was his own personal toy and he was just debating how he
wanted to play with me.
“Ready to go back to the hotel then, I take it?” he asked with the grin still on
his face.
“I never said THAT!” I teased him.
“OK then... so where?”
I bit my lower lip as I thought about all the possibilities. Although I was
sure sooner or later that he WOULD fuck me in the hotel room, for now that was
about the LAST place on earth I wanted it.
“What’s wrong with the parking garage?”
My dad’s smiled broadened and I thought I caught what might have been a look of
relief. Lord only knows where he thought I might want him to do me!
“Sort of public, don’t you think?” he countered.
“Your point?” I responded.
My dad laughed at that one. “Yeah, I suppose I should have caught onto that
right away.”
The check cam back and my dad signed the bill and put away his credit card. He
stood up and offered me my hand to help me up. As I joined him, I looked over
at the table where my friends had been. They were no place to be seen and the
table easy cleared so I guess they must have finished earlier and I hadn’t
noticed. I saw my mom was paying her bill as well and we left before she was
finished but she knew where to find us!
The parking garage was your standard downtown concrete monolith. It was pretty
full yet there was little traffic. Evidently everyone had already arrived for
the evening and they must be staying where they were for the time being. As we
made our way to the SUV, my dad grabbed my ass and gave me a playful squeeze.
“Daddy!” I protested.
“OK, tell me how you do it,” he demanded.
“Do what?”
“Well, walk in that outfit. If the dress was any tighter you would pop like a
tube of toothpaste and those heels are like stilts. Speaking of the dress, how
the hell does it stay UP and DOWN at the same time? I mean, what keeps it from
falling off your tits and riding up your ass?”
I just grinned at him as pushed him good-naturedly. “Well, some things a girl
has to keep a secret.”
By now we had reached the SUV and he beeped the doors open. He opened the
passenger door for me and rather than get inside, I just leaned forward over the
seat, letting my ass stick out towards him. Of all the parts of my body, I love
my ass the best when it comes to showing off and I wanted him to get a good view
of it. I was rewarded for my efforts as my dad reached between my legs and ran
his hand upward.
“God you have such a sweet butt,” he groaned as his hand reached my crotch. The
force of his forearm against my dress made it ride up, exposing my entire butt
and letting him see the thong that was trying valiantly in its futile attempt to
try to cover a least a little of my ass.
“Well, this has GOT to go!” he huffed as he grabbed my back of my thong and
pulled it down to my ankles where I stepped out of it.
“Please fuck me daddy…I’ve been wanting you to do me all night!”
“You heard her John, what are you waiting for anyway?”
We both turned and saw my mom standing a few feet away. With her heels I don’t
know how we had missed her approach but I guess when all you can think about it
your dad’s dick, things tend to get overlooked.
“Well dear, what are you looking at me for?” she said, shaking her head in
exasperation at my dad’s attention to her, “Don’t look at me, SHE’S the one’s
that’s been horny all night.”
He smacked my bare bottom with the palm of his hand, making a sharp sound that
echoed through the empty garage that sounded a lot worse than it felt.
“You ready baby?”
“Dad!” I whined, hopefully sounding as frustrated as I was feeling. Damn, I
wished he would just fuck me and get it over with instead of goofing around like
this!
“OK, OK, I get the message!” he laughed, undoing his pants to free his cock.
Needless to say, he was fully erect already so he wasted no time in pushing it
up against me as I spread my legs to make it easier for him to enter me from
behind.
“That’s it John, quit stalling and give it to her,” my mom encouraged him as I
felt him moving his dick around between my legs, searching for my pussy hole.
Reaching between my legs, I spread my pussy apart with my fingers to help him
out. He quickly found the mark and I could feel the smooth head of his
wonderful dick pressing harder and harder.
“Oh yes….fuck me daddy,” I moaned softly, pushing my ass back against him to
drive him into me.
He grabbed my hips with both hands and I was thrown forward with the sudden
force of him penetrating me. Usually he would enter me slowly and deliberately,
letting me feel him entering my pussy, swallowing his hard cock like some hungry
snack taking it’s prey down its throat. Not this time. Tonight my dad must
have been too horny to be deliberate about anything. His crotch met up against
my ass and I felt the thick pubic hair surrounding his dick against my sensitive
bare ass.
“Oh yeah, that's what I wanted,” I moaned softly, concentrating on the way his
dick filled my pussy.
What more can I say? It was wonderful! I could feel the thickness of my
father’s cock pushing it’s way into me, forcing me to open and accept him,
demanding that submit to him. His cock felt warm inside of me as it slid in and
out, rubbing against the sensitive walls of my pussy, sending the most
sensational feelings shooting throughout my entire body. Yes, this WAS exactly
what I wanted, to feel my own father in me as he satisfied his deepest desires
for me, listening to him groan with lust as he coupled his body with mine,
feeling the urgency of his touch on me as he mated me with his dick.
I buried my head between my arms as I leaned down on the seat and just let him
fuck me. My dad was now stroking his hard incestuous cock in and out of me like
a piston, going in deep until his crotch smacked up against my bare ass and then
pulling out until he was just barely in me before drilling it in me again. A
few times he pulled out too far but my pussy was stretched open now and he
easily slid it back in without missing a beat. After spending an entire evening
waiting for this, it must have been almost like a sense of relief for him to
finally feel himself in me. What thoughts were going through his mind at a time
like this? How did it feel to take me in a way only HE could? What was it like
for a father to know his only daughter was giving herself to him completely and
without reservation just to please him and satisfy his most intense desires?
“Suck it baby,” he demanded in a voice husky and thick with his lust for me. No
sooner than he pulled out than I twisted around and squatted down on my heels in
front of him. I only had a moment to admire his cock before he had it in my
face, pushing it against my mouth which I quickly opened to accept him.
As I took his dick in my mouth, I could taste my pussy on him and smell my scent
in his crotch. Mmmmm, it smelled so good! It was almost like when he was
fucking me from behind except now he easy fucking my mouth, driving his hard
cock in and out with the same purpose and intensity that he had just done with
my pussy. I reached between my legs and played with my clit as he pumped his
wonderful dick in and out of my mouth while my tongue slid along it.
“Car!” my mom warned as she stepped in closer to shield us from view.
There weren’t any parking spots open around us and for a moment the person
slowed, maybe hoping we were getting ready to leave. My mom must have gestured
or something because I heard the engine speed back up and the car went on into
the garage further. Meanwhile, my dad hadn’t even hesitated as he continued to
fuck my mouth, which was perfectly fine with me!
As I sucked his dick I couldn't help but compare what I was doing now with what
I’d done earlier with those idiots in the men’s room. For me, sex is more
emotional than physical which was why sucking my dad like this was SO much
better. Those other guys didn't give a damn about me; they just wanted their
dicks sucked and didn't give a damn who did it. In stark contrast, I knew
without a doubt that my dad was more turned on that it was ME, his little girl,
that was taking his dick in her mouth even more than the actual blowjob I was
giving him. He loved me and I was sure that he understood that I was sucking
his dick out of my love and respect for him, not to just enjoy yet another cock
after literally hundreds of prior ones. My emotions almost overwhelmed me as I
looked up at him and saw the pleasure I was giving my father with my mouth!
“Here, sit up on the seat,” he said, trying to catch his breath as he grabbed me
by the shoulders and lifted me up. Reluctantly I relinquished his dick - I
could have sucked it all night! The cool leather of the seats felt good against
my ass as I backed into the SUV. I had to sit on the edge so he could reach but
as it turned out, it was about the right height as he plunged his cock back into
my warm wet pussy that had missed him.
“Oh daddy,” I moaned, “I love you to fuck me!”
“Car!” my mom warned yet again.
This time, though, it didn't slow and my dad just ignored it. I guess maybe
someone MIGHT have gotten a brief glimpse of us but who cared? Certainly not me
or my dad! At that moment I WANTED the whole world to see us. I wished
everyone could see my dad with his dick inside of me, to show them just how far
I was ready to go to please my father. I wanted people to see the way he looks
when he drives his cock into me, to see how much he loves fucking his daughter,
to see him cum in me and mate me in this ultimate act of union between a man and
woman – father and daughter to be more specific on our case.
My dad was pumping faster now and I could tell from the grimace on his face and
the tense grip he had on the door that he was trying to hold himself back,
trying to savor the moment as long as possible. It must have been hard for him
to battle the instinctive desire to release his sperm in me, mating me like some
bitch in heat, against the fatherly love and respect for his daughter that drove
him to fuck me longer and harder.
“Cum in me daddy,” I urged him. It had been so long since I had felt him cum in
me – almost a week now, and I wanted it badly. “I want you to cum inside of
me!”
“Oh god!” he groaned as he leaned hard into me. I felt him convulse as his warm
cock erupted in me and flooded my pussy with his fatherly cum, his incestuous
sperm. It felt so damn good! As always, I felt inundated when he came in me,
overcome with the joy and happiness that comes from this totally intimate
outward sign of his love and respect for me.
He finally pulled out of me and opened my pussy with his fingers. I knew what
he was looking for and I squeezed my pussy to force out some of the cum he had
just deposited in me. The majority was deep inside of me and would drain out
later, but there was always some that I could push out of me for him to see.
“Oh yeah, look at that Mary,” he said to my mom, obviously proud of his
handwork. My mom looked but seemed rather indifferent. Maybe in another time
or place she might have even licked it off of me, but out here in public she was
clearly uncomfortable with the situation.
“Well, somebody better clean off that seat before I get in!” she teased him.
My dad pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to me. I wiped up
the pussy that had dribbled from my pussy first, and then reached down to get
what I could from the seat before I slid forward and wiped it up with my ass
instead. Not that I minded cum on my butt, it’s just it made a mess and I
needed to pull my dress down sooner or later!
“Well, the two of you horny toads had enough fooling around for one night?” she
asked.
My dad looked at me and then we both looked back at my mom, grins plastered all
over our faces. Personally, I was ready for another round!
“Well, we can head back to the hotel but I’m not so sure your daughter’s ready
to quit for the night,” he chuckled.
Indeed I wasn't! Heck, I hadn’t even cum yet after sucking off four guys and
now being fucked by my horny dad so one way or another I had things to do
tonight. I hopped in the back seat while my parents got in the front.
Chapter 5 – Mom and I Put on a Show For My Dad
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This time on the way to hotel I masturbated as there was no way I could keep my
hand off my hot pussy after having just been fucked by my dad, not to mention
knowing there was more dick where that came from waiting for me in our room.
Who knows, maybe mom might join in as well?
When we arrived at the hotel I was so engrossed with what I was doing in the
back seat that I didn’t even realize where we were until the valet came to get
the keys from my dad. I quickly pulled down my dress but he probably got a
brief glimpse of what I had been doing. Not that it really mattered. Actually
he was a pretty hot college guy and for all I cared, he could have joined me in
the back seat!
As the three of us walked through the lobby, I could feel the stares of the men
and I wondered what they would say if they knew how hot my pussy was at the
moment. I was so damn horny I could have taken them all on but I knew better
things waited for me up in our room. Once in the elevator, my dad started
teasing me, reaching under my dress to rub my pussy with his fingers.
“John, they DO have cameras in these things nowadays you know,” my mother hissed
at him.
It was a moot point as we quickly arrived at our floor and soon were back in our
room. No sooner than the door was closed than my mom hugged my dad and I stood
by as I watched them kiss. If there is one thing I feel fortunate about, it’s
the love my parents have for one another. Hopefully when I get married, twenty
five years later I’ll still be loved by my husband as much as my dad loves my
mom, and the same for my mom’s love for him.
People are always asking me if they swing or if they ever would have sex with me
and someone else? All I can say is anyone who asks such a silly questions
doesn't have a clue about my parent’s marriage. Neither one of them would ever
cheat on the other. It has nothing to do with getting “consent”, as neither of
them would deny the other something they truly wanted. No, they simply wouldn't
do it out of respect for each other. I can’t ever picture my dad fucking
another woman; it’s not even something I fantasize about!
“Would you want to watch tonight?” I heard my mom whisper softly to my dad.
My heart seemed to skip a beat when I heard her say that. Normally whenever my
dad fucked me, my mom would not get involved, at least not directly. If
anything, she might watch and masturbate but as for making it a three-some, that
just wasn’t the norm. She had explained it to me once that so far as she was
concerned, my dad fucking me was something she allowed because she knew how much
he wanted it. Since I was their daughter, it wasn’t like he was cheating by
fucking another woman. Instead, she saw it similar to when he masturbated
watching some porn movie. Sure the movie turned him on and helped him get off,
but it wasn’t like it changed anything between them. So it was with him fucking
me. I satisfied his needs and made him happy, but he never substituted me for
my mom. Thus for her to join in would be like interrupting him when he was
masturbating.
Despite all that, my mom recognized that my father WAS a male and he DID have
certain fantasies and needs that she could satisfy without compromising her
marriage vows. What guy doesn’t jerk off thinking of two women getting it on.
Other than twin sisters, most guys tell me a mother-daughter relationship is the
hottest thing for them to watch. Why should my dad be any different?
My dad grinned at her suggestion and she steered him over to the sofa where he
took a front row seat for the show she intended to put on for him. Then she
turned back to me and smiled. I could feel goose bumps rising all over me in
anticipation. God, it had been like forever since we had done anything like
this!
“What do you say Kelly, shall we give him a show?”
Well duh! I didn't need to answer as she knew perfectly well how I felt about
it. I couldn’t say which aspect turned me on more, having my dad watch us or
just being together with my mom. We hadn’t done anything sexual together in
over a month, which wasn't all that unusual and actually it typically was longer
than that between times. In contrast, my dad enjoyed doing me every chance he
could! The difference was my dad did it to get off and what could turn him on
more than fucking his daughter (putting my mom aside for the moment)? My mom
and I were more like close friends, maybe even lovers, when we met in bed. Sure
it felt good to be with her, but emotionally being with her was the most intense
and intimate experiences of my life.
We met in the middle of the room and she kissed me as we wrapped our arms around
each other. Her lips felt so soft and full! God she smelled wonderful and I
tingled as she ran her hands through my hair while her tongue explored my mouth.
My father may dominate me in that I submit myself to him out of respect as his
daughter. My mom also dominates me sexually but it is her maturity and
experience that drives our roles rather than me feeling I am required to submit
myself to her.
“I love you mom,” I whispered softly as our lips parted ever so slightly.
“Yes Kelly, I love you too,” she sighed as I grabbed her ass in my hands through
her dress and pulled her in tight to me.
As if an unspoken command had been uttered, we parted and quickly dropped our
dresses to the floor. Neither of us was wearing anything underneath them which
meant the only thing left was to kick off our heels and leave the jewelry on the
nightstand. The two of us stood apart and I gazed at my beautiful mother’s nude
body. Oh sure she wasn't twenty two like me, but for a woman her age she was
still remarkably fit and sexy.
My mom took me by the hand and led me to the bed where I climbed on and laid
flat on my back with my head supported by a couple of pillows. My mom laid to
the side of me, draping her upper leg over me and pushing up against me until
her crotch was pressed against my high. She ground her pussy into me, rubbing
herself against my leg as she put her arm over me and held my breast in her
hand.
“God you feel so soft and warm,” she murmured as she buried her face in my hair,
tickling my ear lobe with her tongue.
Her large breasts pressed against me as she let her hand wander all over me,
fondling me gently as she let her fingertips do most of the touching. When her
hand reached my crotch, she rubbed her middle finger down along my pussy slit
and then to my pussy hole where she pushed it up inside of me. Once she wetted
her finger in me, she pulled it out and used it to wet the rest of my pussy and
clit before bringing her finger to her mouth to taste me.
“Mmmmm, I think you still have some of your dad’s cum in you,” she giggled. “He
must have really left a load in you!”
Indeed he had but at the moment, all I could think about was the feel of my
mother’s nude body against mine. It was one thing to lay next to her in bed
nude watching TV or just falling asleep. There wasn’t anything really sexual or
erotic about that. This was different. She wasn't laying against me just
because we happened to be next to each other. No, she desired me and loved me
and wanted to share herself with me. What more could a daughter ask of her
mother?
“I think I need to get a closer look,” she giggled as she sucked on her finger
again.
I watched as she moved down to the end of the bed. Spreading my legs apart for
her, she kneeled between them and reached out to run her hand over my pussy and
inner thighs.
“You know, you've really become a beautiful woman,” she said, out eyes meeting
as her finger found my clit. My body tensed and my hips lifted upward as her
fingertip rubbed me in just the perfect way to set me off. God my mom knew
EXACTLY how to touch me!
She reached over to grab a pillow and as I lifted my hips she stuffed it under
my ass to raise my pussy in the air. Smiling at me the entire time, she dropped
her head into my crotch and blew softly on my sensitive pussy and clit. The arm
breath felt incredible against me, sending shivers throughout me from head to
toe.
“My oh my, a horny little girl, aren’t you?” she teased me after seeing my
overreaction to her touch. Talk about the understatement of the year!
Her tongue reached out and I almost came on the spot as it twirled around my
clit in tight little circles, periodically crossing over it and sending chills
through me each time. She kept two fingers in my pussy, stroking them slowly in
and out of me as she lapped my clit like a kitten at a bowl of milk.
“Oh mom, that feels sooooo good!” I moaned. I had both hands on m boobs, one
over each breast. With the pillow behind my head I could watch her between my
legs, see her tongue as it played over my clit like a bow over a fine violin.
My orgasm came quickly and surged as she kept up her relentless assault on my
clit. Even as I cried out from the overwhelming surge of emotions coursing
through me as my pussy literally screamed with pleasure, she never let her
tongue rest for even a second. It was like she was watching some seismograph,
judging my orgasm’s intensity and adjusting her touch accordingly to keep me
right at the peak. I almost felt like I was pissing on her as my pussy
overflowed and my cum poured out over her fingers.
“I can’t take any more!… Oh god stop, stop mom!” I cried out. No, I didn't
REALLY want her to stop but yet something in me was making me say those words.
Hell, I didn't want this to EVER stop but at the same time I felt totally out of
control, completely helpless as it was like her mouth and tongue had total
control over me.
Everything around me faded into black as the only thing I could possibly think
about was what was happening between my legs. It was like I was blind and deaf
as all I could see was her face buried in my pussy, all I could hear was the
lapping sounds of her tongue on my pussy. My entire world was condensed into its
bare essence, nothing left but my pure sexuality.
How long it went on I couldn't say but it felt like forever on one hand but only
a moment on the other. My mom slipped back up along side of me and kissed me.
Her face was covered with my pussy juices and the odor of my crotch smelled
strongly as she kissed me and I tasted my cum on her lips. We kissed
passionately, even more intensely than before. It wasn't a mother kissing her
daughter, it was more like two lovers sharing themselves equally with one
another.
I turned on my side and our breast pressed tightly up against each other. My
nipples were so sensitive they tingled when they rubbed against my mom’s. My
arms were around her and my hands ran up and down her bare back as her own hands
held my tight ass. I knew what I wanted then more than anything!
“My turn.” I whispered with a grin as I pushed her onto her back. She didn't
resist but rather spread her legs open for me as I maneuvered my way between her
legs. Instead of kneeling between her legs as she had done with me, I just
turned around and faced downward on her body and put my head down in her crotch.
My mom fondled my ass and rubbed down my ass crack to my pussy as I licked her
sweet smelling pussy. She was pretty hairy as all she normally did was trim
enough not to stick out of her bikini or panties.
God her pussy tasted so good! Of course, I loved my pussy the best but that was
only natural. It wasn’t that her pussy had any particular flavor or odor that
made it so special. No, her pussy had one attribute that no other pussy in the
world had – it was my mom’s! Just as I loved sucking my dad’s dick more than
any other cock in the world, so it was with my mom’s pussy. Even my cousin
Tammy’s pussy, which was probably the sweetest tasting pussy I’ve ever licked
(from a flavor perspective it didn't hurt she was only fourteen the first time I
tasted it), didn't compare overall to my mom’s. Her pussy was like a fine
vintage wine, the perfect combination of flavor, scent, and pedigree.
“Make me cum Kelly,” she moaned loudly, “Oh god I want to cum so badly!”
I could put on a moaning act like nobody when the place and time demanded it but
my “true” nature was more of being a soft moaner than screamer when it came to
sex. Even when I orgasmed my natural tendency was to just moan or even simply
enjoy it silently. That was fine when I masturbated as I usually didn't have an
audience, but I learned that men needed to hear a woman when she was feeling
good.
My mom, on the other had, was a hard core “screamer”. I could remember growing
up and listening to my parents making love in their bedroom through the thin
wall between us. Although they never allowed me to watch them fucking when I
was younger, I certainly got an earful! My dad leaned more to the grunting and
groaning but my mom loved to talk – LOUDLY and moan, again, LOUDLY. I would
have bet that most people who thought she was this gentle and quiet mother,
never swearing or causing a fuss, would have been shocked to hear the stream of
obscenities flowing from her when my dad fucked her! With me she tended to not
go quite so overboard but she could still moan up a storm!
I plunged my finger into her wet pussy as I tugged o her clit with my teeth,
gently pulling it out and letting it go to snap back. Gripping it with my lips,
I pulled on it and sucked it until she was crying again for me to make her cum.
Well damn, I was doing the best I could!
Sensing she was close, I lifted my leg and straddled her, letting my pussy hover
over her face. As I dropped my pussy down closer, she wrapped her arms around
my hips and put her hands on my ass, pulling me tighter into the waiting face.
She was too absorbed in my mouth on her clit to do much with mine but I could
feel her hot breath against my pussy and then her face moving under it as I
dipped it down closer now and then.
She was cumming. Her hips thrust up and almost pushed me off her as her back
armed and she tightened her grip on my ass. I could feel her cum as it erupted
from her pussy, smell the thick odor of her female scent as she orgasmed even
harder with my mouth all over her pussy.
My mouth was getting tired and my tongue actually hurting from extending it so
far but I wasn't going to let up on my mom that easily. She had driven me so
far into the stratosphere with my orgasm that I had wondered how I was ever
going to land again so I had to do the same for her. She was bucking under me,
humping my face like my dad was fucking her instead of my tongue. Finally she
suddenly just collapsed, breathing heavily as she fought to regain her breath.
My first instinct was to do the same but I might have smothered her if I had so
I twisted around until I was laying next to her almost just the reverse from how
we had been before. This time it was me with my leg over her and my crotch was
the one pressing up against her leg. We both smelled strongly of sex and I
could feel her heart racing as I laid my head on her breast.
Gradually we caught our breath and I moved up higher on her until our lips met
once again and we kissed. For the longest time that was all we did, kissing
each other long and soft, savoring each other as our bodies pressed together as
if we were trying to merge them as one.
Chapter 6 – Dad Can’t Hold Back
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My mom and I might have gone on all night had it not been for the dick that
suddenly appeared in front of us!
Looking up, we saw my dad had stripped and from the looks of things, his dick
had made a full recovery and was ready for action once again!
“I think someone needs to be fucked,” he said softly as he stroked my mom’s
hair. At first I thought he meant me since normally that was what he did when
it was the three of us. Not tonight it appeared!
I rolled over on my back, leaving my mom laying exposed to my dad. She smiled
at him as she realized what his intentions were and raised her arms out to him.
He climbed on top of her in typical missionary style and his cock quickly homed
in on her busy without wither of the touching it.
“Mmmmm, looks like our daughter has you all ready for me,” he said with a grin
and a wink to me.
“I love you John,” was all my mom had to say.
Suddenly something dawned on me that I had never realized before. Never in my
life had I ever heard my mom ask my dad to fuck her. In contrast, I was asking
him to fuck me all the time but then, I did it because I knew he liked to hear
me say it. It was yet another sign of the true love that they shared. She
didn't say it because she didn't have to, he knew she wanted him. At the same
time, he didn't need to hear her say it to get off, he KNEW she wanted it as
badly as he did. Aren’t my parents just incredible?
I watched closely as his hips thrust down and forward and his cock slipped
easily into her wet pussy. Of course, a forty something mom with a kid isn’t
going to have the tight pussy of a teenager, but he didn't seem to mind one way
or the other. He wasn’t fucking her anyway, he was making love to her which was
an experience I had never enjoyed yet in my life.
I didn't have to make love myself to recognize how special it was between them.
Watching two people totally in love with one another making love is like nothing
else in the world. It was special to them as well. Growing up my parents
didn't care if I saw them masturbate yet they NEVER let me see them make love.
It wasn't until lI was sixteen and came home early to see them in the hot tub
that I first saw them making love. It was then I sensed the incredible
relationship they had and what led to my wanting to share part of that
relationship myself as much as possible. Of course, I am talking about when I
first gave myself to my dad.
I didn't even masturbate as I watched my dad and mom together. It would have
seemed almost sacrilegious to get myself off in the midst of their love making.
This wasn't something to get off from, it was something to admire.
When my father finally came in my mom, it wasn't like when he came in me. With
me it was like he was fulfilling some fantasy, like he was realizing some goal
he had set for himself or satisfying this lust that had grown in him and needed
to be released. As he released himself in her, it was like watching a man
giving a precious diamond to his lover, like he was giving my mom something more
than doing it for his own pleasure. It was so beautiful I practically cried!
My parents fell asleep in each others arms soon afterwards, leaving me next to
them on the bed. As I load there I contemplated the evenings events and
overall, I had to say it was quite the successful evening. As I turned over to
fall asleep, I resolve to be the first to wake up. There was no need to put out
a room service request, I knew there was going to be a nice sausage for me to
enjoy come morning. Yes indeed, my dad was going to enjoy his wakeup call if I
had anything to say about it!
THE END
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