Subject: Tammy Visits (MF, MFF, oral, incest, exhib)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: July 11, 2009
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Summary:
It would be the first time Tammy had visited without my mom being around so I
wasn't sure how things would go. I wasn’t even sure WHY she was visiting us
for that matter. Looking back, why was I even worried?
NOTE: While I give a little background in this one regarding past events
concerning Tammy, I recommend reading the following for more details:
020730 Mom's Best Friend
060701 My Mom’s Best Friend Returns
060819 Casino Orgy
070521 Mom’s Gift to Her Best Friend
Chapter 1 – Tammy and My Mom
Chapter 2 – An Awkward Welcome
Chapter 3 – Should I Interrupt?
Chapter 4 – Breaking Tradition?
Epilogue
Chapter 1 – Tammy and My Mom
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My mom's best friend, without a doubt, was Tammy – not to be confused with my
younger cousin Tammy. Tammy was born a few months earlier than my mom (she was
born in February whereas my mom came along later in June) and they has known
each other since they were little girls. I guess it was sort of like what I
have with my own best friend – Beth, only for a lot longer.
As I got older, it was interesting for me to learn that Tammy actually dated my
dad long before my mom did. He even had sex with Tammy, something Tammy told my
mom at the time as best friends would. My mom was dating a few other guys,
giving out a few blowjobs here and there. When my dad fucked her about six
months or so after he first did Tammy, she told Tammy that he had been her
first. The reality was that my mom lost her virginity only a couple of months
after Tammy, but she never told Tammy because of WHO took it. More than 25
years would pass before Tammy learned the truth - that my mom (and well as
Linda, her younger sister) first had sex with their own dad – my grandfather.
My mom married my dad in 1984 with me making an entrance nine months later.
Tammy married a couple of years later to a guy she met in college. Given her
and my mom’s close friendship, the families got together frequently although
Tammy's husband was never told the REAL history of what went on between his wife
and my dad back in her high school days. Tammy now has two teenage boys with
the oldest child being her daughter (Celeste) who is a couple of years younger
than me. They live in a rather upscale neighborhood in Bend, Oregon, your
typical All-American family.
When Tammy's husband had been transferred to the Oregon, it was the first time
my mom had been separated for any extended length of time from her closest
friend and confidante. They relied mostly on phone calls and e-mails to keep in
touch but still managed to meet each other at least once or twice a year,
usually trading off each time as to who would travel to visit the other. During
Tammy’s earlier visits to our house, I was pretty young so she and my mom pretty
much did things without me. She never brought me with her to visit Tammy until
a few years ago. Their trips were meant to be between the two of them so it
never bothered me that I wasn’t included.
In July of 2002, I was seventeen and enjoying the summer before my senior year
of high school when Tammy came to visit. Things got quite interesting when we
spent some time together in the hot tub while my mom was at work. I can still
remember the way Tammy's mouth dropped opened when I raised my legs over the
edge of the tub before lowering myself until the jet was positioned just right
so as to send a stream of hot water right against my pussy. As I took began to
rub myself I looked over and saw Tammy just staring at me. She just couldn’t
believe what I was doing myself right in front of her! I was raised that
masturbation wasn’t anything taboo or that needed to be hidden so it was a
little awkward at first.
I’ve said so many times that masturbation is the key to developing any form of
informal sexual relationship and so it was with me and Tammy. In the end, my
masturbating opened the door for us to start talking about sex and some of the
things we’d done over the years. I guess I assumed that being so close to my
mom that she would already know a lot about me so I didn't think twice when it
came to talking about me and my dad and how he had started fucking me about a
year ago now. Well, if Tammy was shocked to see me openly masturbate, it was
nothing compared to the horrified look on her face now. It took some fast
explaining to convince her that my dad wasn't a child molester or pervert.
Before she went home we experimented a little but it was nothing much overall.
It was almost four years before Tammy was able to make it to our house again.
My mom had visited her several times in between but I was never able to go. All
summer long my mom had been planning a trip to Oregon for sometime in mid-August
so it came as a surprise when Tammy visited us in July without hardly any
forewarning. Apparently there was some conference in Pittsburgh and the person
from her company that was suppose to attend got sick leaving her as a last
minute replacement.
Upon hearing of her impending arrival, I can remember wondering if there would
be a chance to see if our last time had just been a fluke or what. My mom tried
to keep my hopes in check, telling me that while Tammy may have experimented
with me the last time last, I shouldn’t expect too much this time around. She
was actually quite surprised that Tammy and I had done anything at all, since
the two of them never had! That didn't surprise me as I had not done a lot with
my best friend either except for a few parties and a couple of times with my
dad. There’s something about being best friends I guess that tends to keep sex
out of the equation.
When we got to talking, Tammy mentioned that the last time she was here that I
had said something about my dad and me. She confessed that while she hadn’t
said anything at the time, in reality she had assumed that I’d been trying to
tease her and so she went along with it Then she surprised my mom by saying
she’d witnessed me and my dad doing it a little bit earlier that day. Tammy was
pretty upset, even to the point of saying she was thinking of packing her bags
and leaving, saying we were all perverted and she couldn’t believe her best
friend had been keeping this from her for so long. That was when my mom finally
told Tammy that her own father had taken her virginity. Tammy was stunned, to
say the least, saying she could never even imagine her dad doing that to her,
nor doing anything with her sons either. As for her husband fucking her
daughter... she didn’t need to say anything more, the disgust on her face told
it all.
Fortunately it all worked out as my mom convinced Tammy to watch me and my dad
again, to prove to her it wasn't just sex but to witness the love and respect my
father had for me when he fucked me. Tammy got really horny watching us, to the
point where she even blew my dad. In fact, she got so carried away that she
begged my mom to have my dad fuck her. At that point it was like everyone came
to their senses and things came to a quick end. She wasn’t really ready to
cheat on her husband and my dad wasn’t about to commit adultery.
That same summer my mom and I visited Tammy at her home in Oregon, making it the
first time I’d been west of Illinois. Tammy's family was nothing like mine when
it came to sexual openness and sharing. I tried to be a good girl, but Tammy's
two teenage sons WERE boys after all and I caught them both looking at me rather
"inappropriately" at times. I was sort of proud that her husband did as well a
couple of times. My mom actually thanked me about half-way through the week and
commended me on my restraint. After a week you can imagine how horny I was so
when we went to a casino on a nearby Indian reservation, I was hunting for any
opportunity. When my mom dared me to take on a group of guys at the poker
table, Tammy go to see a great example of what a slut her best friend's daughter
really was!
A year later Tammy was in town for my graduation party. Before she left, my mom
had a special gift for her – my cousin Rick. For the first time in twenty years
Tammy cheated on her husband – and with a boy about the same age as her son at
that! As crazy as it was, it wasn't the biggest surprise waiting for Tammy.
After doing Rick, my mom told her that she wanted her to do my dad. After all,
he’d been Tammy’s “first” so it wasn't like they didn't already “know” each
other in that way. At first Tammy wasn't sure she wanted to do that, actually
she was quite sure she didn’t. In the end they did it.
Seeing my dad fuck Tammy was a complex experience for me. Of course it was
erotic but the bottom line was that both of them were committing adultery. It
didn't matter that it was my mom’s idea and she was OK with it. Tammy was not a
member of our family and so it was adultery, pure and simple. It took some
pretty heavy discussions with my mom afterwards before she could convince me
that Tammy was for all intents and purposes a member of our family and that it
was OK. It was actually the same rationalization she used when my dad had
fucked MY best friend Beth a couple of years earlier.
Then last fall the unthinkable happened - my mom had her accident and she was
gone. Tammy came to the funeral but it was definitely NOT the right time to be
even thinking about fooling around. I hadn’t heard from her since and so when
my dad informed me out of the blue that she was coming for the weekend, I have
to admit it was quite a surprise. That was nothing compared to how I felt when
my dad confessed that he’d been talking to her on the phone quite a bit in the
past few months. He didn’t say much else so I was left wondering what the full
story was. Why was she visiting? What would happen while she was here? Would
she want to be with me again? Was she coming for just a platonic visit or did
she had ideas about being with my dad?
So many questions but my dad wasn’t volunteering anything more and I didn’t want
to press the issue, leaving me to wonder...
Chapter 2 – An Awkward Welcome
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Since Tammy would be arriving in the middle of the afternoon on Friday, my dad
asked me to pick her up at the airport so she wouldn’t have to rent a car. It
wasn't a hassle, I just rearranged one of my tutoring appointments and waited
for her to call me on my cell phone when her luggage arrived. Driving around to
the loading area, I saw her standing there waving when she recognized me. She
had packed pretty light - just a carry-on and one small suitcase so it was easy
to get her stuff in my trunk. We chatted about her flight, the weather, and
stuff as I headed out to the highway. Then for a moment it was like we both had
nothing to say, the silence almost deafening as we each knew what needed to be
asked and said, but neither of us anxious to address it. Finally, she took the
lead.
“So I guess you’re wondering why I’m here.”
“Well, now that you mention it the thought HAD crossed my mind,” I said lightly,
trying to soothe some of the tension that had suddenly appeared.
“Look, I know things have been.... well, ‘different’ for you since your mom’s
accident and I can only imagine how you must feel about things. Believe me, I
had NO idea your dad hadn’t told you about our calls and talks.”
I turned to look at her quickly, the heavy traffic drawing my attention back to
the road but not before she saw the questioning look on my face.
“At least your dad warned me,” she said in response to my unspoken query, “I’m
glad he did as it would have been a bit awkward otherwise.”
In my mind I was shouting, “YOU THINK?” but I remained quiet, letting her go on
without interrupting her.
“Things have been a bit rough between me David lately. As you know, your dad is
probably closer to me and knows me better than any other man besides my husband.
My goodness, he’s still the only man other than my husband whom I’ve had sex
with! I guess I just needed someone to turn to I knew wouldn’t judge me.”
“I think you mean someone to fuck you,” I said – but only to myself. I was
wondering where this was going.
“Well, it’s not like your dad hasn’t begun to move on.... I mean with your aunt
and all,” she tried to point out, although to what end I was still confused.
“Oh, so he told you about him and her too?” I asked, trying not to sound
judgmental but most likely failing miserably.
“Well I think it’s wonderful myself, Kelly,” she replied, “I’m not sure you
fully realize just how close they use to be back in the old days. Your mother’s
gone, Kelly, he needs someone like her.”
“Yeah, Like YOU,” I again said silently. It was hard to describe how I felt –
confused, maybe even a little jealous? I liked Tammy but it wasn't like I knew
her THAT well. Sure we were together a week every year or so maybe, and yes
we’d been intimate a few times as well, but I did not by any stretch of the
imagination consider her my best friend, or even someone close to that. Now I
really felt like I didn’t know her.
“So let me get this straight then,” I said, immediately realizing my tone was a
bit sharp but it was too late, “You’re having problems with your marriage so you
thought you would come see my dad for some sex over the weekend to help you get
through it. Do I have it right?”
Tammy looked as if she would cry, her eyes reddening and starting to sniffle,
and it made me think maybe I’d come across a bit too hash. Still, it needed to
be said sooner or later so why not get it out in the open and get it over with?
“Soooo, do you have a problem with that?” she asked softly.
Something suddenly struck me and I almost laughed out loud. Instead I just
giggled and soon she was doing the same. It was all so incongruous, so utterly
crazy. It was then I realized that I really didn’t have a problem with it, I
just needed to share my thoughts about it to make myself feel better with the
situation.
“It’s not like you two didn’t seem to enjoy it the last time you were here,” I
teased her, putting my hand briefly on her leg.
“Yeah, that WAS pretty wild and crazy, wasn't it,” she giggled back to me, “You
know, I went home and for about a month I denied it actually happened – I just
couldn't believe what we’d done.
That seemed to break the ice but I knew we would be discussing it more before
the weekend was over. I was now into the thick of the traffic and it was too
difficult to carry on such a serious conversation so we just listened to the
radio until finally we were at my dad’s.
“I guess you’ll be staying in my room,” I said as we carried her things in.
Tammy was about half-way up the stairs as I said it but she stopped to look back
at me.
“Thanks Kelly, but I really don't think I'll need to use your room,” she said
gently. Well duh! I don't know where my head is at sometimes. After getting
her settled in, we went to my bedroom (no matter where I live or how long I’m
away, this was always going to be “my” bedroom). We sat on the edge of my bed,
each with one leg tucked under with the other planted on the floor. For just a
moment there was that awkward silence again. This time it was my turn to say it
first.
“What about me and you this weekend,” I asked, figuring the direct approach
would be best. I guess I wasn't direct enough though.
“What do you mean Kelly?” she asked sincerely, as if she really didn't
understand my question.
“Well,” I said softly, unsure of myself now that she hadn’t grasped immediately
what I’d meant, “I know you came to have sex with my dad... what about me?”
It wasn't that Tammy was the hottest woman I knew. Compared to my Aunt Linda
she was a bit overweight and plain looking but it wasn't like she was fat or
ugly. To me, it was more the relationship that mattered. When my mom was here
my relationship with Tammy was pretty much based on them being best friends.
Now that things were different, would it be different between me and Tammy was
well? It was complicated, to say the least. Was it that I hoped by being with
Tammy that somehow it may resurrect those feelings again when she was my mom’s
best friend. Was I trying to relive the past instead of dealing with the
present?
Tammy reached over and hugged me. “Kelly, you need to understand that I’m just
not that kind of women at heart.” Seeing the disappointment on my face, she
tried to explain further by saying, “What we did was special and something I'll
never forget... it just isn’t ME though. Do you understand?”
I understood, or at least I understood what her answer was. I can say, though,
that I did NOT understand WHY. Maybe I never would. Just then I heard
something downstairs and to my surprise, my dad was already home. Well, it WAS
a Friday afternoon and he knew Linda would be arriving so I guess he left work a
little early – defined as anything before 7-8:00 in the evening!
“John!” Tammy called out as he came up the stairs. My dad came into my room and
Tammy stood up and they hugged. Something was different already, something I
couldn't quite put my finger on but it WAS different. Watching them hug and
then start to kiss, I realized what it was. Before she had been my mom’s best
friend and anything between them had funneled through her with her blessing.
Tammy was always my mom’s best friend”, not just another woman. No, though,
watching them together this way, it seemed they were more like lovers than two
people with a common friend. It had been hard enough to see him with my Aunt
Linda this way and they had been together sexually forever it seemed. To see
Tammy and him like this was just a little mind-boggling.
“I'll call you later Dad,” I said as I walked out of the room. Sheesh, he
didn’t even said goodbye, let alone give me so much as a kiss or a quick squeeze
on the butt as I went by him. He and Tammy were too absorbed with one another
to notice much of anything else.
I had cleared my calendar for the day and night, assuming I would be spending it
with my Dad and Tammy. As I drove home it came to me that now I was all alone
on a warm Friday night. This sucked!
Chapter 3 – Should I Interrupt?
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For the past 24 years, or at least those parts that I remember, coming home was
always something I looked forward to. Home meant security, love, and being with
my parents. There is not a time in my life when I can recall NOT wanting to go
home. Even now, I often catch myself calling it “home” even though I have my
own apartment which is technically “home” for me. Still, I don't think it will
matter where I live or for how long, “home” will always be that place where I
grew up, where so many things happened to make me the woman I am today.
Not only can I not remember ever not wanting to GO home, neither can I ever
recall ever feeling like I wasn't welcome either. No matter the time of year or
day, the weather or what my parents had planned, I knew I could always count on
a warm reception when I walked through the door. I didn't matter what I’d done,
how badly I screwed up, or even how awful I may have treated them before I’d
left the last time, I was ALWAYS welcomed home again.
Now, for the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure if I should go “home”.
Yesterday I’d left my dad and Tammy in each other’s arms and never even got a
phone call later that night. I guess technically I wouldn’t have gotten one
under normal conditions anyway – my dad has never been a big one for phone calls
just to say hi, but I still thought maybe Tammy might call to thank me for
picking her up at the airport. Again, if I’d received a phone call on a
Saturday morning from my dad I would’ve probably panicked, wondering what was
wrong, so NOT hearing the phone ring was probably more to be expected but still,
weren't they going to include me in ANYTHING?
Probably the best way to show how anxious I was is to say I skipped my morning
masturbation time – the first time in ages that I can even remember doing so!
It was like all the horniness in me was drained out and I just couldn’t get
myself in the right frame of mind.
Then I had an idea... a GREAT idea. If I was to go over to his house and
perhaps sneak in, undress myself and then surprise them in bed, then they would
HAVE to let me join them. I don’t know why I felt so desperate to be a part of
them this weekend, only that I did. It was almost like I feel when I get an
unquenchable urge to have sex. Now and then it’s like I HAVE to get laid and
nothing else will do. It doesn't happen often but when it does, I usually end
up calling my cousin or something to help me so I don't get myself in trouble,
or at least not TOO much trouble (it’s not like Kristi is all that steady
herself but anything helps). This was almost like that except it wasn’t about
sex, but something different that I couldn't quite put my finger on. All I knew
was I HAD to go over and see what they were doing,
As I drove, my sex drive began to get back in gear the closer I got to the
house. I began to imagine what Tammy was doing to my dad right now, and vice
versa. God my pussy was starting to itch SO bad and I cursed myself for wearing
jeans instead of a short skirt that would’ve made things a whole lot easier.
Fortunately I was home before I got too crazy, parking my car at the bottom of
the driveway where it wouldn't be seen from the upstairs bathroom (the bedrooms
were on the other side of the house anyway). I keyed in the entry code into
the wireless thing for the garage door and hoped the sound of the door opening
wouldn’t be heard two stories up. Fortunately my dad keeps the opener well
maintained and even I could barely hear anything as it rose.
The basement was at the same level as the driveway (after it had dipped one
story from the front of the house to the garage) and I carefully let myself in.
There was no sign of life so I walked over to where the laundry chute emptied,
grabbed a chair so I could get closer to it, and tried to listen to what was
going on upstairs. I’d learned many years ago as a child that the chute acted
like an echo chamber, bringing every sound from two stories up down to the
basement if you got in just the right spot. It was perfect for listening in on
my parents when they thought I couldn’t hear them! Still, I didn’t hear a thing
and I looked back out in the garage just to be sure his SUV was there - which
it was. Hmmmm, what were they doing – or NOT doing?
Going up the basement stairs, I opened the door to the first door carefully but
there was nobody around there or in the kitchen. Making my way to the entryway,
I looked up the stairs but as they made a left turn about two-thirds of the way
up, I couldn't see anything, nor could I hear anything either.
Hmmm, what should do now? My original plan had been to strip down and go
upstairs naked, surprising them such that they couldn't say anything about me
hopping in bed with them. If my dad was going to fuck Tammy, then he should be
doing me with her as well – or at least that’s how I saw it. Then again, when I
made those plans I’d expected to hear the moaning of two people engaged in hard-
core sex such that they wouldn't even notice me until I was right at the side of
the bed. As quiet as the house was now, and given how virtually every square
foot of this old house squeaked, the element of surprise was going to be pretty
hard to obtain.
Still, what did I have to lose? I slipped off my sandals, then dropped my jeans
to the floor and stepped out of them. Reaching down with my arms crossed to the
bottom hem, I pulled the tank top up and over my head in one fluid motion,
leaving me standing completely naked in the hallway. The house was pretty cold
– my dad LOVED air-conditioning, as proven by the reaction my nipples were
making now as they stiffened.
Like the laundry chute listening secret, another thing I’d learned by living in
this house almost all of my life was how to avoid the especially squeaky spots
in the hardwood steps leading to the second floor. It was like watching an
Indiana Jones movie as I stepped in my bare feet from side to side, almost
having to be acrobatic at times but it worked – not a sound and I was at the top
of the stairs. Now that I was just a few feet from my dad’s bedroom, I was
finally able to make out the low voice that was talking.
“Oh yeah, that feels so good,” I heard at one point between the barely audible
moans and groans. Well, at least I knew they weren't sleeping and they WERE
doing just what I’d hoped they would.
The window air conditioning was raising goose bumps on my exposed skin. The
house had radiators for heat and was much too old for central air-conditioning
so my dad had installed a monster air-conditioner in the window which pretty
well cooled the entire house if you pointed the vents in the right direction.
Unfortunately, I was standing right in front of the discharge that was intended
to cool the majority of the upstairs – and I was freezing!
Suddenly it dawned on me that the voices I heard were not coming from my dad’s
bedroom! The noise of the air-conditioner must have distorted my hearing, not
to mention I’d just expected it to come from there so I never really thought
about it until now. No... it was coming from MY bedroom! OK so technically I
didn’t live there anymore but after occupying it for 18 years, that room would
always be MY bedroom.
I sneaked around the corner until I could get a glimpse of the bed using the
mirror that hung over my dresser. I smiled to myself as I thought of how my dad
had carefully positioned it so many years ago such that he could get a good view
of my bed without ever having to actually look into my room. He loved to watch
when my boyfriends would come over to fuck me. None of them ever saw him in the
mirror – or at least they never admitted that they had.
Now the tables were turned and it was my turn to “spy” on the events that were
taking place in my room. My heart practically stopped when I saw my dad laying
on my bed on his back with Tammy riding him cowgirl. They were both nude and
while Tammy was more than a few years past her prime (to be kind), she certainly
was trying to make up for it with effort! She was bucking on my dad’s dick like
she was riding the bull at a cowboy bar!
“Fuck me John... fuck me harder,” she was saying, clearly audible in the hallway
where I was standing, “Oh fuck me... David never fucked me like you do... do it
to me now!”
David was her husband back in Oregon. So far as I knew, he was the only guy
that had ever fucked Tammy besides my dad and so far as he was concerned, my dad
hadn’t either. How Tammy convinced him she was a virgin when my dad had been
the one to take it long before she met David... well she never told me. Imagine
if he saw his dear wife now, acting like a wanton slut in heat as she committed
the ultimate sin that a wife can do - adultery.
It wasn’t like they were having a conversation or anything, more just a few
words here and there mixed in between grunts and moans. Tammy’s boobs were
bouncing all over the place – a classic example of where wearing a bra during
sex isn’t always such a bad idea! Her ass was spread out on my dad’s crotch
more than anyone else’s I’d ever seen but that didn't seem to stop my dad from
wanting to grab it with both hands and squeeze it as she rocked on his dick.
It was then I realized that my hand was between my legs – I hadn’t even thought
about it, it just went there automatically like it often did when I was horny.
Yet as hot as I was, I was struggling as to whether or not I should barge in.
It wasn’t like I was wearing anything less than they were (as in nothing). Yet
at the same time I hesitated. It was painfully obvious that they were
thoroughly enjoying one another. Their relationship went back a LONG ways, even
more so than my dad’s did with my mom and her sister. It was like they were
somehow reliving their past, capturing the old magic from back in their early
high school days. Was it right for me to just drop in unannounced? Really, if
they wanted me in there with them now ,all it would have taken was a simple
phone call and I’d have gladly rushed over to join in.
In the meantime, Tammy had twisted around such that she was facing away from my
dad as his hard dick stayed up inside of her pussy. Had I stepped into the
doorway she would’ve been staring at me straight in the face. Now THAT might
have been an interesting expression to capture, but I doubted that this was the
right time and/or place. At the same time, I wondered if it wasn’t EXACTLY the
right time and place. After all, he WAS my father and Tammy knew how close we
were. Surely she would want his only daughter to be included with them...
wouldn’t she?
Watching them fucking on MY bed, I wondered why they were on MY twin-sized bed
instead of my dad’s larger queen-sized bed. What was the point in fucking his
old lover on his daughter’s bed? Then it hit me... for the first time I was
seeing my father having sex just for the sake of having sex. With me, I was
always his daughter and no matter where or when we did it, we never could be
anything else. With my mom, it was his love, his soul mate. Sure they got
pretty wild sometimes (the walls between our bedrooms were pretty thin) but
again, they could never be anything else. When he fucked my Aunt Linda and my
cousins, it was more sexual than emotional but there were still those family
ties that could never be totally cast aside. Perhaps the closest I’d seen him
to having pure “sex” was with my best friend Beth; but even then, the cloud of
adultery hung over everything, regardless of how much he later denied it, and I
don't think he could fully engage with her without seeing me or my mom.
So indeed, this was a first for me, the first time I’d ever seen my dad fucking
another woman just for the sake of having sex with her – no strings, no family
ties, nothing but pure covetousness and desire on BOTH of their parts. They
seemed to be reliving their so-called glory years as young teenagers, engaging
in playful sex without any worries, without any concerns for the future, or any
thoughts as to who might know about it. Watching them, I felt awkward, strange
– even weird. It was almost like I was seeing him having sex for the first time
Sort of ironic I guess. Was this how other girls felt, the ones who didn’t have
incest with the dads, when they stumbled across their parents having sex? One
the one hand I wanted to turn away, not wanting to see my father like this, yet
on the other hand my eyes were riveted on the sleazy scene being played out
right before me. It was like I felt like I shouldn't be watching them yet at
the same time I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Had anyone asked me before now how I would react to such a situation, I would
NEVER have even dreamed for a moment that it would be like this. No doubt I
would have said how much it turned me on, how eventually I would walk into the
room and join them. At the very least I would have thought I would get excited
and masturbate as I watched. Yet now that I was faced with this in real life
for the first time, masturbating was pretty much the LAST thing on my mind.
Sure I wanted to watch, but not because I wanted to join them, but more out of
morbid curiosity than anything else. Indeed, as I mentioned before, this was
probably how a typical girl might feel after accidentally walking in on her
parents as they were making love, except this wasn't my parents, it was my dad
and an old friend. Just as no doubt that girl would be fascinated by what she
was seeing, so was I. Yet as fascinated as she may be, the odds were the
thought of joining her parents would never have crossed her mind, just as the
thought of joining my Dad and Tammy was not an option I was seriously
considering any longer.
I leaned back against the wall as I watched, my eyes barely even blinking as I
didn’t want to miss anything. The coolness of the plaster against my skin
reminded me that I was bare-ass naked and in some way it seemed inappropriate
for this situation. Like, what was the point in me being nude anymore? I
wrapped my arms around myself, feeling even more chilled as the air-conditioner
blew from behind me.
My dad was on top of Tammy now, classic missionary position. They were kissing
passionately as I watched his bare butt rise and fall as he fucked her. I could
even see his erect dick as it drilled it’s way deep into her hairy pussy and
then it would glisten a little in the sunlight coming through the window as he
pulled it back out again, smeared with her pussy’s wetness. He looked so happy
while he fucked her slowly as they kissed, obviously not trying to get himself
off quickly but rather just enjoying the warm sensation of being inside of her
pussy for as long as possible.
As I watched my dad fuck Tammy, I smiled as I knew just what she must be
feeling. Indeed, how many times had that very same dick been in my mouth and
pussy? How many times had I closed my eyes and concentrated solely on my
father’s hard cock as it penetrated me and drove itself deep inside of me? Oh
how I loved it when he fucked me the way he was fucking Tammy now; slow and
easy, driving as deep as he could into her and then slowly but steadily pulling
out until just the head remained inside. Then he would hold himself there,
circling his hips to make his cock gyrate just inside her pussy before ever so
slowly pushing it back in her once again. His hairy crotch would meet up
against her thick bush, nothing but their pubic hair between them as his dick
was buried completely inside of her. Her hips rose as she worked to get even
more of his cock in her. I could hear her soft cry as she felt him push even
harder against her, feeling even more of him within her.
Although I could barely see Tammy’s face in the mirror, from what I COULD see
she was totally lost, consumed with sexual hunger as once again she was fucking
the first man she ever allowed inside of her so many years before. Now he once
again was doing her, as if it was just yesterday when they had done in the back
of his parents station wagon at the old drive-in. I wondered if her husband
could make her feel this way? After so many years of marriage, did it still
thrill her to have him fuck her? Did she still shiver at the thought of sucking
his cock? Did her pussy tingle with anticipation when she snuggled up in bed
against him? Was it more exciting for her to fuck my dad while her husband was
at home without her? Was she remembering her first time, or maybe one of the
many times after that when she and my dad had fucked as young teenagers?
Tammy began to buck under my dad as her orgasm rose within her. I held my
breath, trying to listen closer as she moaned and cried, not really saying
anything intelligible. In fact, had I just listened to a recording of her as
she was now, I would have thought she was in pain! Then I shivered as she gave
out a long moan that seemed to go on and on.
“Oh god John, don't stop.... keep fucking me,” she finally called out as she
wrapped her legs around him and pulled him tighter into her, “Make me cum.... oh
fuck John, you’re making me cum so good!”
“Your pussy’s so hot... so wet,” my dad gasped as I could tell he was about to
cum himself. Some things you just learn to recognize after it happens enough
times. My dad still managed to surprise me now and then but usually I was
pretty accurate when it came to knowing when he was about to cum – sometimes I
think even before he did!
“Oh Tammy, I love fucking you... I wanna fuck you so bad!” I heard my dad groan
as he rammed his stiff dick into Tammy’s convulsing pussy.
“On my face.... cum on my face,” Tammy begged – and surprised me a bit in the
process. For whatever reason, I just never had figured Tammy as the type who
liked facials! Heck, even I preferred not to have them and I loved cum! They
are just a mess and I only did them when I thought the guy really wanted it.
My dad’s answer was to pull out of her and he stood on the floor next to my bed
by Tammy’s head and stroked his dick rapidly. Tammy turned her head to face him
and opened her mouth just in time as the first load of cum spewed from my dad’s
cock like from a sperm-filled squirt gun. The first load nailed Tammy right
between the eyes with some on her forehead with the next shot splashing on her
nose and lips. The third one was right on target, landing directly on her
outstretched tongue. He moved forward and she grabbed his cock as it was still
ejaculating, pulling it into her mouth to take the remaining cum directly in her
mouth. Yeah, Tammy WAS a genuine cumslut after all! I saw my dad’s ass clench
with each load as Tammy eagerly sucked every drop from his dick. When he’d
finished, she continued to suck his dick, fondling his balls as she tried to get
even more.
“You know... you look like a slut,” my dad teased her as he pulled his spent
dick from her mouth, “I bet David doesn't cum on your face, does he?”
Tammy was carefully wiping her eyes as apparently some of him had either hit her
in the eye or had dripped down her face into it. Indeed, she did look pretty
hot with my dad’s cum on her face as she lay naked on my bed, her freshly fucked
pussy visible through her spread legs.
“David? Hell no, he’s a missionary guy all the way; cums in or on my pussy
every time,” she sneered with a hint of frustration in her voice. “I took his
cum once in my mouth when I was blowing him and he couldn't stop himself. The
jerk wouldn’t kiss me for days afterwards!”
“What an idiot... If only he could see his slutty wife now!” my dad chuckled.
I shifted my weight and damn if the wooden floor didn't squeak just enough for
Tammy to lift her head to look. Fortunately I wasn't in the line of sight of
the bed and she didn’t know to look in the mirror over on my dresser.
“Somebody here?” she asked my dad. He shook his head and I saw him starting to
turn so he could look in the mirror but I’d already moved to the side so he
couldn't see me.
“Nobody’s here... you know how these old houses creak sometimes,” he assured
her.
“OK, I was afraid maybe Kelly might come over.”
My ears perked at that. My intention was to sneak back down the stairs and
leave before they caught me but now my curiosity was peeked. I couldn't see
anything but I could still hear them just barely over the din of the air-
conditioner. If it hadn’t been running I could’ve heard them a lot more easily
but then they could’ve heard me a lot more easily as well.
“Nawww, she didn’t say anything about stopping by and she usually lets me know
ahead of time.”
There was a pause, why I don’t know, but then Tammy spoke up again saying, “You
know John, don’t take this the wrong way but I’m glad it’s just you and me. I
know how you are with Kelly but to be honest, since I was here last time I’ve
thought about it a lot and I’d rather not be involved with all that.”
“Oh, and why this change in heart?” my dad asked, “Seemed like the last time you
were here it didn’t bother you all that much.”
“It’s incest John... after I got home I looked at my kids and I just couldn't
imagine doing what you do with Kelly with them,” Tammy explained softly, her
voice so low I could barely hear.
“I hope you understand WHY I do it,” my dad responded, a note of concern in his
voice, “It’s not like it’s just about the sex.”
Tammy sighed and then answered, “I know you say that John, and I think you’ve
said it so many time now that you’ve convinced yourself of it. But I saw you
last time when you fucked Kelly... I saw the look on your face... I saw the way
you fucked her. It WAS just about sex.”
There was a silence and then Tammy continued, “Look John, I didn't mean to get
into all this now, we can discuss it later. Now let’s see what I can do about
getting that guy back in action again!”
My guess was she was sucking his dick again and now that the post-sex
conversation duties were fulfilled, she as going to see if she couldn’t get yet
another load of cum. Seemed like a good time my exit, especially after what I’d
just heard. I carefully made my way down the stairs and retrieved my clothes.
Soon I was dressed and back on the road again. My mind was racing with
everything I’d just seen and heard. Of course the biggest shock had been
learning about Tammy’s feelings about me and my dad having sex. It really
bothered me because she had never even hinted at these concerns before. I
thought she had realized how wonderful it was when my dad fucked me and
supported us. Guess I was wrong.
Just as I got back to my apartment my cell phone rang and I saw it was my dad.
Taking a deep breath I answered the phone. After a brief hello and weather
update, he got to the point. “Look Kelly, I know you were watching us today – I
caught a glimpse of you in the mirror. I just wanted to be sure you’re OK with
everything.”
Thankful it wasn't a video phone so he didn't see the pained expression on my
face as I answered, “I’m sorry dad, I didn’t mean to spy on you or anything, I
just thought it best if I left when I did.”
“Kelly, I don't know what you heard but I hope you weren’t too upset by
anything.”
I hesitated before answering back, unsure of how much to say over the phone.
“I’m fine dad, maybe a little confused but I'll deal with it.”
“You know I love you Kelly,” he said softly.
“I love you too daddy,” I said automatically back.
After he hung up I undressed and threw on one his shirts I’d “borrowed” a long
time ago. I laid down on my bed on top of the covers and looked up at the
ceiling. Suddenly I started crying as memories of my mom came flooding back to
me. It had been a while since I’d felt this way but after seeing my dad today
fucking another woman I realized how special it had been to see him and my mom
together. It was so much more then sex when they made love, like they were made
just for each other and were only complete when they joined together. I
recalled how it was to be with them, snuggle in between them feeling so warm and
secure as their naked bodies pressed against me from each side. I don’t think
I’ve ever been so happy as at times like that, just being close to them and
actually feeling their love for me, to be followed by my dad fucking me ever so
gently, lovingly as my mom watched and kissed me. Just about sex? I don't
think so.... it had been SO much more than that when I was with them!
God, how long had it been since I thought about how it felt to have my mom kiss
me, to caress my breasts and fondle my pussy as my dad fucked me? I unbuttoned
the shirt and let it hang open as I touched my firm breasts, memories of my
mom’s lips on them flooding back. I reached down and put one finger up inside
of me as thoughts of how it felt to have my father inside of me while I kissed
my mother came rushing back into my head. To see her look down and watch my
dad’s dick moving in and out of me, watching her husband as he fucked her only
daughter so lovingly, and then to hear her whisper softly, “Fuck her John...
fuck your little girl.” It wasn’t just bout sex as Tammy had accused him. My
mom hadn’t been telling him to do me like some whore at a party. She loved
seeing him fuck me, to see the incestual bond between us. She knew it was his
love for me as his daughter – not just about sex, that she was witnessing. Then
when he would cum inside of me I would tell her how I could feel him in me, tell
her how much I loved it, how much it meant to me. It wasn’t “just about sex”,
it was me submitting myself to my father in the most wonderful, intimate way
possible.
My pussy was so hot and wet now as I used my other hand to rub my clit. With my
eyes shut I envisioned how my mother would move her mouth down my body, gently
kissing my nipples and then slowly working her way down my stomach until she was
between my legs, licking my freshly fucked pussy. It was my dad’s turn now to
watch as my mom would lick as much of her husband’s cum from my pussy. How
clearly I could still remember how it felt to feel her tongue reaching inside of
me, her lips as they gripped my swollen clit and then her finger pushing inside
of me to draw out more of my dad’s cum. She seemed so content, so serene when
she was licking my pussy and I know it meant so much more to her when she could
taste her husband on me as well.
Oh my god I was cumming finally! How long had I been here fantasizing about sex
with my parents? Did it matter? Sometimes when my orgasm hits me it literally
HITS me, like being blindsided by a truck. Then there were times like this,
when it was more like this growing warmth that steadily rose within me, making
my entire body feel like I was on the beach with the sun drenching me with its
heat. I gasped as my hot pussy convulsed and my legs pulled under me as I kept
my hand firmly between my legs. This was so much more than “just about sex”.
My father had just fucked me and now I was sucking his softened cock while we
both watched my mom eating my pussy, licking up my cum as my orgasm peaked and I
was consumed.
After I’d finished, I laid on my side on my bed, one arm stretched out over the
edge of my bed and the other locked between my legs, my palm cupping my still
hyper-sensitive crotch. All I could think about was how Tammy had accused my
dad of fucking me “just about sex”. How could anyone even THINK such a thing? I
wish she could have witnessed what I’d just recalled as I masturbated; then she
would surely have known different!
Tomorrow was Sunday... maybe before I took her to the airport in the afternoon
there might be an opportunity to prove to her that she was wrong. She needed to
know that incest CAN be a wonderful thing, that my dad loved me as his daughter
and would never take advantage of me as she had accused him.
If only she knew...
Chapter 4 – Breaking Tradition?
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Every family has its traditions. Many are associated with the holidays and we
had those to – such as whose home would host the family gathering for which
holiday. Many have vacation traditions – not something we really had as we
didn't take all that many long vacations when I was growing up thanks to my
parents’ hectic work schedules. One thing my family DID have that might not be
so common involved sex. For instance, for the past several years the 4th of
July had become a time when my family and my Aunt Linda and Kristi got together
to celebrate – and I don't mean just the birth of the nation either. Then there
was my dad’s morning tradition where he would come into my room before leaving
for work to spend some “quality time” with his daughter. That tradition sort of
faded away when I left for college, but during breaks it would revive itself.
If there is one tradition my dad and I have worked hardest to maintain, it’s our
time together on Sunday mornings. For years we’ve had sex just prior to leaving
for church, trying to time it as close to start of the service as possible so I
have his warm load still in me once we sat down in our pew. There’s just
something about sitting there as the announcements are read, and then standing
up to sing and feel his cum against my thigh as it drains out of me that is
incredibly erotic. I never tire of the way he looks at me when I sit next to
him, knowing that he had just fucked me and now I was carrying a part of him
inside of me. If only the people around us knew! If only they knew that
literally just minutes before his dick had been inside of me, that a loving
father had expressed his love and respect for his daughter in a way probably no
other father in the entire church had today. Then again, looking around, I
wondered if any of the other girls were smiling as their pussies tingled with
the memory of having their dad’s dick in them just before church.
I have to admit that it’s not just the fact my dad fucked me that makes this
“tradition” so erotic. It would be pretty naïve of me to try to say the
naughtiness of it isn’t a turn-on as well. Sometimes his cum would drip out and
I could feel it drain down my ass onto my skirt. The next time we stood up, I
would wonder if it was showing to the people in back of me, and if they had any
clue as to what that small wet spot REALLY was. Undoubtedly even if something
DID show, nobody would have thought that it was cum, and especially not that it
was my FATHER’S cum at that. Plus, it wasn't like my pussy just quit once my
dad fucked me. I loved sitting in the pew feeling it all tingly and warm.
Sometimes I would cross my legs to rub my clit a little and it was like goose
bumps would raise all over me. At time like that it would be all I could do to
keep from reaching down and under my skirt to touch myself. Now THAT would have
raised some eyebrows for sure!
As I dressed for church, I thought about how Tammy would be at my dad’s house
this morning. For a brief second I considered whether or not I should forego
our Sunday tradition just this once. It wasn't like we ALWAYS did it. Sometime
one of us would oversleep or be running late (poor excuse but it happens) or he
might be traveling out of town or I might be with someone. Those times were
rare, though, as it meant a lot to both of us to try and keep this tradition a
top priority.
Looking in the mirror, I smiled as I thought of what Tammy would think about me
wearing this outfit to church. It wasn't something I would’ve normally picked
out to be honest. After all, it WAS church and wearing a really short dress was
highly discouraged. This one was more like one I would wear when going out
trolling for guys – LOTS of leg and cleavage. For church it was borderline to
be sure, but I didn’t think it was TOO bad such that people would think badly of
me or even worse, mention to me that maybe I should go home and change. I did
make one concession – I wore panties, something I almost never did on Sunday
mornings. Not just a thong but actual panties. OK, maybe not the kind your
grandmother buys you for Christmas. They were pretty high cut on the sides and
narrow in the crotch. The key was that unlike a thong, which typically exposed
most, if not virtually all of your ass, these covered a good bit of my bottom.
There is a difference between dressing suggestive and looking like a slut. In
my opinion, when going to church a girl shouldn't look like a slut – at least
not during Sunday morning services. As for other time, well that was a different
story.
I decided to head over to my dad’s a little earlier than usual. Typically our
pre-church “activities” were pretty much geared around him filling me up for
church, not to get all sweaty and smell of sex. As a rule, we never even
undressed. He would typically just open his pants enough to get his dick out
and I would lift my skirt (remember, normally I don't have anything on
underneath), and he would fuck me and cum as quickly as he could. This morning
I might take off my panties while he fucked me but that would be all, if I even
did that. He could always pull them to the side although I’ve lost a few pairs
that way before when they ripped. The reason I was going early was, of course,
Tammy. I wasn’t sure how she would react to me being there – or more so how she
would react to WHY I was there. It was bad enough that she’d already accused my
dad of fucking me “just about sex”. What would be her reaction when she learned
what we did just before leaving for church?
I parked on the curb by the top of the driveway so I would have one less flight
of stairs to negotiate in my high heels. The front door was unlocked so I
stepped inside. Looking down the hall, I could just see Tammy sitting at the
kitchen table drinking coffee. Although she smiled when she saw me, I could
tell she was a little surprised that I was there.
“Morning dear, wasn’t expecting you,” she said right up front. I explained that
I always stopped by before church so my dad and I could go together.
“Sort of early, aren’t you? Your dad is still dressing I think.”
I debated whether or not to say anything as to why I was REALLY there early.
Then it was like I felt this frustration within me. Why should I be worried
about what she says or thinks? It wasn’t like she didn't already know we did
it. Why did I have to be the one to be sensitive about her feelings? Weren’t
MY feelings just as important as hers?
“Well Tammy, to be honest, my dad and I like to be together a bit before we go.”
Tammy’s eyebrows raised. She was no dummy and she caught on immediately to what
I was referring to. Then she forced a smile and reached over the table to hold
my hand in hers.
“You mean your dad has sex with you before church... this close to church time?”
I just nodded, not sure what more I could say at this point.
“Kelly..., why?” Tammy asked. I knew she meant more then why was I here to do
it before church. No, she was asking a much larger “why” – she wanted to know
why I had sex with my dad in the first place.
“I thought you understood everything after your last time here?” I asked her,
trying to deflect the question. It wasn't that I didn't want to answer it or
that I was ashamed or unwilling. I’d love to tell ANYBODY how I feel about my
dad fucking me whenever I can.
“Well, to be honest it was sort of a crazy time and I’ve had time to think it
over since,” she shared, “I just can’t get past the feeling you’re just doing it
for him. What do YOU get out of it? You’re young, good looking, and could
probably have most any guy you want. Why do you want to do this with your
father?”
How do you answer such a question? At least, how do you answer it in just a few
minutes? To me, it was as easy and simple as the nose on your face. He was my
father, what more did I need to say? Yet I knew for someone like Tammy, such
simplicity was just not part of her world and culture. How could I ever make
her truly understand?
I heard my dad upstairs and I knew he would be heading down soon. I looked at
Tammy and then I realized that if I just let my dad fuck me now, she would
totally misinterpret everything. This was one time when my dad fucked me that
the actual act WAS just about being fucked. Tammy would never understand it was
just the prelude to a more erotic experience a little later in church. No, all
she would see is my dad hurriedly pulling his dick out and me bending over,
talking it immediately into my pussy without any foreplay or anything else. He
would cum quickly and then I would arrange my dress and he’d fix his pants and
we’d be off to church.
It was at that moment I knew that we had to do something different today. I got
up from the table and met my dad at the bottom of the stairs, leaving Tammy in
the kitchen. My dad, assuming I was meeting him to get started, started
unbuckling his belt but I put my hand on his to stop him. He looked at me with
a puzzled face. I explained quickly that we couldn't do it before church today
with Tammy here, that she would get the wrong idea. Then I smiled at him and
whispered how I would make it up to him AFTER church when we had more time. At
that moment I still wasn't entirely sure HOW, but I would work something out
during the service. Besides, it would be fun to think about during the sermon.
We went back to where Tammy was washing her coffee cup out. She turned and
looked at us expectedly, as if waiting for us to start going at it. After all,
to her it was “just about sex” so in her mind, she was probably wondering why
wouldn't we just do it like rabbits in the kitchen in front of her? Well, if
she had NOT been there we may have done just that but I wanted to show her the
truth before she left for home and doing it now would have made that all but
impossible.
As we left the house to go to church, suddenly Tammy stopped and I think for the
first time it dawned on her that I was actually wearing this dress to church. I
think maybe she thought it was just for my dad and that I would change before we
left but of course, I had no intentions of doing anything like that.
“Ummmm, you’re wearing THAT to church?” she said, trying not to sound too
judgmental but failing miserably.
“Why, does it have something on it?” I asked, pretending not to realize that her
comment might be about the dress itself.
“Well, I don’t mean to sound old-fashioned or anything, but isn’t it a little
short? And the top... Isn’t the top just a bit too low-cut?”
My dad once told me that “everything before ‘but’ is bullshit” and I grinned as
I recalled his words of wisdom. Actually it made me feel even better about
wearing this dress. If Tammy thought she needed to say something about it,
imagine what some of those old shrews at church would think? My dad was
watching the interaction between us with a hint of amusement. I knew HE loved
my dress and he was undoubtedly looking forward to seeing the looks I got from
other guys. They could only look and wish, he knew he would do a lot more than
look before the day was over!
“Well I think it looks good on me,” I said a little flippantly, maybe a little
too much.
“Well I bet your mother would have never let you wear that to church,” Tammy
shot back and then she turned red and covered her face with her hands as she
realized what she had said.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry.. I didn’t mean to say that,” she said, looking like she
was about to cry.
“Hey, we’re going to be late for church,” my dad cut in before it got any worse.
I was about ready to fire back with one of my own so it was probably good that
he prevailed.
Actually, the dress went over quite well at church. It’s not like we go to the
most conservative one in town although it still had its fair share of people who
went a bit overboard in my opinion. Most people dressed casually for Sundays
now, the only suits and formal dresses being worn mostly by the retired folks.
Jeans and shorts were common and even flips-flops were worn although bare feet
was still a no-no. In a way, I was overdressed in terms of style while some may
have pointed out I was a tad underdressed in terms of square inches of fabric.
Between my short hemline and high heels, I thought my legs looked great with the
summer tan I’d been working so hard on. Maybe a few hours at the gym wouldn't
hurt but then I hadn’t been exactly coltish in appearance in many years.
The service went by without incident. Just to tease Tammy, I crossed my legs
while sitting between her and my dad. She kept checking out how far the dress
pulled up and once I caught her frowning a bit. It’s not like my butt was
showing or anything but there wasn’t a lot keeping out of view. The only time
anyone really saw anything was when we stood up to pray or sing. I made sure I
kept the dress pulled down so as not to flash the family behind me but I’m sure
the teenage boys (and probably their dad) must have thinking, “just a little bit
more...”. Oh well, it made time go by quicker for what was a really boring
service this morning.
As it turned out, there was a potluck dinner after church sponsored by the youth
to raise donations. It wasn't much but we decided to eat there and do our part
to support them. Tammy had to be at the airport later this afternoon anyway so
it helped by not going out for a long lunch and having to wait in the Sunday
lines. Unfortunately, our church let out about fifteen minutes later than this
huge Catholic church next door and I swear they had made their schedule such
that they could get to the restaurants before us!
It was after 1:00 by the time we got back to my dad’s house. Watching Tammy’s
body language, I could tell she was horny and most likely was waiting for me to
leave so she could attack my dad for one last fuck before going home to her
boring marriage. Well, I had needs of my own and besides, I’d promised my dad
something for skipping our time before church this morning. My dad parked in
the garage meaning we had to enter the house through the basement and family
room. Tammy looked at me and I could tell she was expecting to say goodbye as
my dad would be driving her to the airport and so since I would supposedly be
leaving soon, this was time to say goodbye. Well that was too bad as I had
other plans.
“So you think my dad fucks me just for the sex, is that it?” I said, catching
her off-guard as she looked stunned and stammered as she worked to figure out a
response.
“Well, I don't think I put it quite THAT way,” she said, trying to defend
herself.
“Sit down Tammy,” I told her. I think the tone of my voice surprised her and
she reacted instinctively to the demand by sitting down on the couch. “Good,
now I want you to watch and THEN tell me it’s just about sex... OK?”
I don’t think she really comprehended what I was saying until I reached down,
grabbed the hem of my dress with both hands, and pulled it up and over my head,
leaving me in just my panties and heels. Gotta love that dress! Turning to my
dad, I reached up and kissed him, my bare boobs pressing against his dress
shirt. His hands automatically went to their favorite location – my ass and
cupped my butt cheeks, one in each hand. I still was wearing the black lace
panties but that didn’t seem to faze him. I whispered in my ear to him, “Show
her how you love me daddy. I want her to see.”
I turned my head towards Tammy who was starting to get up. I motioned for her
to sit.
“No, I want you to watch. You need to know the truth.”
She started to protest but I held my hand up like a traffic cop, commanding her
to stop and shut up. She looked at my dad, expecting support, but he just
shrugged and smiled as if he was saying he was just going along with whatever
happened.
“Please daddy, show her how much you love me,” I whispered again as he seemed to
hesitate because of Tammy’s discomfort.
We kissed again, this time with more passion, our tongues meeting with our
mouths open. His large hands slipped under my panties, grabbing my smooth bare
ass underneath. My dad always loved my ass, even when I was a little girl he
use to touch it and fondle it. Of course way back then I had no idea that he was
getting an erection because of how my butt felt, nor that afterwards he would
masturbate fantasizing about me.
“I love you daddy... tell me what you want Daddy, I’m yours daddy... all yours,”
I whispered gently, but loud enough this time for Tammy to hear. It wasn't like
this was the first time she’d seen him fuck me but somehow it seemed the most
important time. I wanted her to know without a shred of doubt that I was freely
giving myself to him, that I was willingly submitting to his authority over me,
the natural authority that a father should have over his daughter. I wanted
Tammy to know I was willingly yielding to him totally. She needed to see that I
trusted my dad explicitly, never doubting for a moment that he would do anything
but treat me as a father should care his daughter. I knew for certain that he
would never ask me to do anything that would disrespect me or cause me harm or
discomfort.
My dad didn't say anything but I knew he was keeping one eye on Tammy. Maybe he
was hoping she would join in - or was he more worried she might disapprove? He
moved my hands to his crotch where I could feel his erection swelling as if
trying to burst through his slacks. Regardless of what he was thinking about
Tammy, he wanted me, that much was for sure – and that was all that mattered to
me.
I bent my knees and lowered myself down so I could undo his belt and pants.
They had these damn buttons inside instead of a snap or catch but I eventually
got them figured out and undone. Pulling down his zipper, the front opened up
and I could see the outline of his dick as it pushed out against his white
jockey underwear. All it took was a little tug on the elastic waist band and
his erect dick just popped right out on its own. I couldn't wait any longer so
I took the tip of the cock in my mouth and suckled on it like a pacifier, all
the while cupping his balls with one hand while I grabbed the base of his dick
with my thumb and index finger of the other to steady it.
I could feel him shudder as I took his cock deeper into my mouth. I imagine
after looking at my legs and half my ass all through church he had to be pretty
horny for me, especially since we didn't get to fuck me beforehand as he’d been
anticipating. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw Tammy was watching
me, a good sign so far as I was concerned as I’d been worried she might turn
away or even use the opportunity to walk out. It wasn't like she was some kind
of prude after all. Heck, we’d done some pretty wild things the last time she
visited and she hadn’t been exactly shy about her desires to fuck my dad this
time around. Still, I could understand how someone like her, raised in a more
typical family and now married and living with her standard All-American family,
would have a hard time accepting what I was doing. She hadn’t seemed all that
concerned last time but then it might have simply overwhelmed her and it wasn't
until she had time to really think about it that she had come to the mindset she
now seemed to have.
I felt my dad’s hands on each side of my head, his fingers wrapped in my hair as
he pulled me into his crotch, driving his dick even deeper into my mouth and
throat. OK, so he wasn't exactly the most well-endowed man I’d even sucked but
he was more than adequate so far as I was concerned. Besides, anything much
bigger and it becomes more a nuisance than a turn-on. Sure big cocks look great
in porn films but have you ever tried sucking one?
“Do you like this daddy?” I said softly to him, holding him as I took my mouth
off of him just long enough to speak.
“Oh baby, you know I do... you know I love it when you suck my dick,” he sighed,
shuddering yet again as my tongue licked along the base of his dick and up the
bottom of his shaft.
“Do you like it when your daughter sucks your dick?” I continued. It was a
question more for Tammy than it was for me. Of course I knew he liked me to
suck him. I just wanted Tammy to hear him say it. Besides, I never grew tired
of him saying it anyway!
“Oh yeah... you do it so good,” he groaned as I sucked hard on the head, my
cheeks sucking in as I tightened my lips around him even more.
I loved sucking my dad in front of Tammy. For her to see how good I made him
feel she had to realize it was more than “just about sex” that was causing him
to react the way he was. I knew he loved it when I sucked his dick and I tried
to do it as often as I could. It didn't always have to be in my mouth, just
touching it was special to me. Sometimes watching TV I just liked to cuddle and
just hold his dick in my hand, feeling the warmth and firmness of it as he put
his arms around me and hugged me.
He was starting to get ready to cum and I wasn’t ready for that, at least not
yet. I stood up and dropped my panties to the floor, stepping out of them while
keeping my heels on – the only article of clothing that remained on me. I
backed up and sat down on the couch next to Tammy. I was actually on the other
cushion so it wasn't like I was rubbing my bare ass up against her or anything.
She was still fully clothed and other than seeing her lick her lips now and
then, there was no indication that she was turned on by anything so far. At
least she was still watching! Leaning back, I grabbed the backs of my thighs
with each hand and lifted my legs up and apart for him, giving him a direct view
of my moist pussy.
“Your turn daddy,” I said with a smile, “Show Tammy how much you love to lick
your daughter’s pussy.”
Again, he looked over to Tammy, almost like he was seeking her approval but she
remained stoic, not giving away her thoughts or feelings. Then he looked back
at me and winked, a mischievous smile on his face as he kneeled on the floor by
the couch and put his hand on the back of my bare thighs, pushing them back even
more. With a quick licking of his lips, like he was about to partake of a
feast, he started to kiss and lick the inner thighs of my legs., alternating
between them and running his tongue along the sensitive bare skin.
It was my turn to shudder as the sensation of his tongue on my thighs was a
cross between pure pleasure and a tickle. I loved to be touched and kissed
there, one of the good things about wearing a short skirt was it gave easy
access, even to just me in a pinch. He slowly worked his way to my crotch,
teasing me with his tongue as he ran up and down the side of my pussy, not quite
touching my pussy lips but getting ever so close. He briefly grabbed my swollen
clit with his lips, giving it a gentle tug before he release it and went back to
licking me.
“Oh daddy, lick my pussy,” I sighed, wanting to feel his tongue on me so bad.
At first I thought he was teasing me again as he went down to my thighs again
but the time when he came back up his tongue ran up the center of my slit, from
close to my asshole all the way to my clit where he sucked and licked it. God
it felt so good!
Actually, my dad didn't lick my pussy all that much. I’m not sure why, but it
was something he seemed to have to be in the proper mood to do. I hadn’t seen
him lick Tammy’s either but then I could have missed that given I had arrived
will into their fuck time together.
“Wouldn't you like him to lick your pussy like this?” I teased Tammy. I didn't
expect her to say yes but it was worth the shot anyway. Sure enough, she just
smiled politely and shook her head. I DID notice she wasn’t taking her eyes off
my pussy though. Hmmm, was she more interested in my pussy or watching my dad
picking it while wishing he would do it to hers?
My interaction with Tammy was interrupted when I gasped for air, as if I’d been
punched in the stomach and couldn’t breath. Actually, it was a good gasp,
created when my dad unexpectedly thrust two fingers inside my wet pussy when I
was looking at Tammy and not paying attention. I could feel him exploring my
pussy, his fingers curling and moving all around inside of me. His nose was
pressed perfectly against my clit as he kept licking me while he fucked me with
his fingers. God I loved him so much!
“Oh daddy, I love you,” I cried out as the pleasure that was beaming from my
pussy like some sort of supernova radiated out to every pore of my body. He
didn't reply and this was one of those times I was glad he didn’t. The last
thing I wanted at that moment was for him to take his mouth off of me, even for
a second!
“Ohhhh daddyyyyyyyy...” I groaned as my orgasm filled me with warmth and
electricity. It felt so good and as I came he sucked on my clit, making me
practically leap from the couch as sensitive as it was by then. He pushed in a
third finger, filling my pussy with his fingers as he fucked me with them.
“Fuck me daddy... fuck me now.. NOW!” I cried out. I wanted to feel him
entering me while I was still simmering and he didn't waste any time doing as I
asked.
“Here you go baby... just what my girl needs,” he said in a voice husky with his
sex, positioning his dick head at the entrance to my pussy. Sometime he would
rub it around the outside, getting it wet and teasing me with it until I begged
him to put it in me. Not today. Today he anted in me as badly as I wanted it
so as soon as it was in position, he was ramming himself into me, all the way to
the hilt.
“That’s it daddy, fuck me... show her how much you love me,” I cried out as I
felt his hard stick filling my pussy.
Over and over he pumped his dick in and out of me. It seemed that each time
felt better than the last, but I don't know how that could be possible. All I
knew was my daddy was inside of me, that he loved me so much he gave me his most
precious gift, his sex.
“Look Tammy, isn’t he wonderful?” I said looking at where Tammy was watching
with serious attention, ‘”He could never fuck me like this if it were just about
sex, can’t you see?”
That was about all I was going to get out as my mouth failed me as I started to
cum yet again. My dad groaned as my pussy grabbed onto his dick, holding it
deep within me as my cum gushed around his shaft and onto my ass and below to
the cushion. It felt so wonderful, so RIGHT. It was how it was meant to be
between a father and his daughter, the way god intended it, the way I wanted it.
Surely she had to be seeing it as she watched us.
“I want you to fuck Tammy too,” I managed to get out, “Fuck her daddy... fuck
Tammy just for me.”
My dad looked over at where Tammy was sitting and I was sure he had no problem
with what I was asking. Tammy, on the other hand, seemed a bit surprised.
Well, why not? How often do you see a girl getting the lights fucked out of her
by her father only to hear her tell him to do you? It was hard for me to even
understand myself but there was something in me that needed to see him fucking
her, some crazy impulse or desire, especially now that he was doing me in front
of her already. Tammy didn't say a word, nor did she make any obvious gestures
either to help figure out what she was thinking. My dad, bless his heart, took
things into his own hands – literally.
“Well, you heard the girl,” he said to Tammy with a grin as he pulled out of me
and moved over where Tammy was sitting with her legs still crossed like a virgin
at a party. I loved the way his cock glistened in the light from the wetness of
my pussy that coated it, knowing it would soon join Tammy’s once he as inside of
her... assuming he WAS going to be inside of her!
“John, I really don't l know about this,” she protested weakly. She wanted it,
it was obvious from the way she was holding her legs tight together, not to hide
anything but she was more likely rubbing her clit with her thighs instead.
My dad wasn't taking anything but “yes” for an answer but even without it, he
still moved forward, uncrossing her legs and then reaching down for the hem of
her long skirt. She sat there, neither helping him or hindering him as he
lifted it up and above her waist, exposing her pink nylon panties underneath.
Nobody was saying a word and in the silence I could hear the rustle of her dress
as he bunched it up and pushed it out of the way. The next thing was her
panties and this time, as he grabbed them on each side and started pulling them
down, she lifted her hips up just a little, almost imperceptibly but enough to
help him pull them down and over her flats, leaving her hairy pussy exposed, the
jet black pubic hair contrasting sharply against the white skin of her crotch.
From the look of it, she didn't even trim it but just let it grow freely, like a
wild bush – hence the nickname?
All you could hear was the deep breaths of everyone as my dad licked his fingers
and moistened Tammy’s pussy with them. He pushed her legs up similar to what he
had done with mine and then moved in closer to her until his dick was only
inches away fro her pussy. Tammy looked almost like she was drugged, her eyes
fixated on his dick while her face was almost expressionless.
“Fuck her daddy... fuck her for me,” I called out softly to him.
He didn't really need my encouragement as I was sure he was about to do jus6t
that anyway, but I was sure he still appreciated hearing me say it and I
wondered how it made Tammy to hear his daughter begging him to fuck her.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned softly, the first real sound she had made since he had moved
to her as he pressed his dick into her pussy.
“That’s it daddy, push it in her, fuck her daddy, fuck her!”
And fuck Tammy he did. It was different than with me though, faster and more
out of control. He seemed less concerned about her pleasure and more about his,
even though I knew he was sure to take care of her as well. Now THIS was “just
sex”. She wasn’t his daughter, not his wife, not even his niece or sister-in-
law. Tammy was just a woman he wanted to fuck, just a pussy to drill, just a
married woman cheating on her husband (something, to be fair, was more what I
was thinking, not him). He was just fucking her for the sake of fucking her, to
enjoy himself and to savor the feel of Tammy’s pussy around his dick.
My point was made. The defense rests. Case closed. There was no way Tammy
couldn't realize now the difference between my dad fucking her and how he fucked
me. She had to understand that with me it was more than “just about sex”, just
from watching the way he fucked me. She had to see that I was more than just
another pussy to him, more than just another woman to get him off. She had to
see that as his daughter, his only child, that he loved me unconditionally and
only wanted to show me just how much he did in the most intimate way possible.
“I want you now daddy... fuck me now daddy.” I said as I sat up and leaned over
the couch. I had one knee on the couch and my other foot on the floor as I
looked at the two of them, my dad still rutting in her pussy like a dog in heat.
“DADDY!” I called out to break his concentration, “I want you to fuck ME now!”
I’m not sure what I would have done if he had cum in Tammy instead of me.
Thankfully I didn't have to find out as he shook his head as if waking from a
dream and pulled out of Tammy and quickly got in behind me and started fucking
me from behind. It was a close call as he was barely in me when he started to
cum.
“He’s cumming in me,” I said hoarsely to Tammy, she being almost under be as my
dad shoved me forward as he rammed his dick into me deep as he poured his
incestuous cum into me. “See, he’s cumming in me, he wants it in me, his
daughter.”
When he had finished he gave me a couple of more good thrusts and then pulled
out of me. I smiled wickedly at Tammy and said, “Eat his cum from pussy.”
Her eyes widened but she didn't say no so I took advantage of her hesitation and
stood up on the couch, moving so one foot was on each side of her. I put my
hands on the wall behind us to steady myself and thrust my hips forward until my
pussy was directly over her face. I squeezed down until I felt a bit of his cum
drip from me and onto her face. At first she seemed determined to just sit
there but once the cum hit her face she couldn't resist any more. She opened
her mouth and I lowered myself down onto her outstretched tongue as more of my
dad’s cum leaked from my pussy and into her mouth. My knees almost buckled when
her tongue tickled my pussy and then licked my clit as she sought to lick every
drop of my dad’s cum from me. I felt her hand reach up and cup my butt, pulling
my pussy into her face as she licked and sucked me. Mmmmm, it was the perfect
finish!
When I eventually had a seat next to her again, Tammy just sat there, her skirt
still above her waist and her crotch on display but I don't think she even
really realized it. She looked at me and smiled, taking my hand.
“You know, I STILL could never let my son fuck me,” she said, and then seeing
the downcast expression on my face, she continued, “But I DO think I understand
why you love your dad fucking you – and hwy he loves it with you as well.”
We hugged and I felt so much better. Tammy, after all, had been my mom’s best
friend and to have her approval and blessings meant a lot to me.
Epilogue
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We all seemed to realize that it was getting late at about the same time. Tammy
needed to shower as she couldn't exactly get on the plane smelling like cum and
pussy! There was still a little time left and I wondered if she and my dad
might have one last fuck before she took that shower – or even shared it.
I decided not to find out. There was something special now between my dad and
Tammy, something that hadn’t been there before this trip and I wondered if it
was even more special than what they had as teens – undoubtedly so. I gave
Tammy a final kiss and hug after I donned my dress (no sense fooling around with
the panties since I would be going straight home).
I had no idea when I would see Tammy again but already I was looking forward to
it. What had started out as a rather awkward and depressing weekend had
finished in a wonderful way and I would remember this time together forever.
Meanwhile, next Sunday I was pretty sure my dad and I would be back to our
traditions once again!
THE END
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