Subject: A Birthday Surprise For My Dad
Story Codes: MF FF oral adultery inc father daughter
Diary Date: November 10, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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What do you get for the father who has everything? It's a dilemma I face
several times a year thanks to birthdays, Christmas and Father's Day.
Sure he always tells me he doesn't want me to buy him anything, that he's
happy just being my father, and all that crap. No matter what he says he
can't fool me so I want to get him SOMETHING, even if I don't have all
much cash available to spend. Fortunately my Aunt Linda’s always there
to give some help on the financial side and even my mom pitched in by
applying a little "influence" to make things happen when I need the help.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - For the Man Who Has Everything
Chapter 2 - Sisters to the Rescue
Chapter 3 - Tammy Arrives
Chapter 4 - My Husband Does Tammy
Chapter 5 - A Surprise Show For My Dad
Chapter 6 - My Dad Finally Gets His "Present"
Chapter 1 - For the Man Who Has Everything
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When I say my dad has everything, that's not much of an exaggeration.
Career-wise he's at the top of his game being a senior partner in large
law firm - which also helps out from the financial perspective as well.
Yeah, he's got all the boy-toys like a ski boat, radio-controlled planes,
and every electronic gadget imaginable including the huge flat screen
home theater where he watches the football package which I know he paid a
bundle, not to mention his huge porn collection. Well-known and highly
respected in our community, he’s served in numerous positions in a wide
variety of community organizations. At church he’s served as deacon and
elder. In addition to his time, my dad also contributes generously to a
number of local charities.
All that's what everyone sees - the rich, handsome (at least I think so)
successful man living a life that most men only dream about. What they
probably never consider is all the hard work that it takes to maintain
that lifestyle. When he sleeps I haven't a clue as it seems he's always
up and about doing something no matter what the time of day. Sometimes I
think his cell phone is surgically attached to his ear. I couldn't even
begin to count how many family vacations and events he's missed over the
years due to work or other social obligations and even then he's on the
phone most of the time anyway.
Perhaps the only negative spot on his "resume" would be the divorce. I
have to admit it caught me as much by surprise as anyone and you would
think if anyone could see it coming it should have been me. In my
defense, it wasn't until much later that I learned just how much had been
going on between him and my mother that they'd kept secret from everyone
- even me (or should I say, especially me). It wasn't that they fell out
of love but more that as successful and dashing as my father is in
public, there was a lot that went on in the privacy of the home that
nobody knew about. Not all of that is bad, not by any means, but it was
enough to force my mother to finally have to take a stand and issue an
ultimatum - an ultimatum that she eventually had to follow with action.
You see, what people don't know about my dad is that he engages in incest
and is an active pedophile. So far as the incest thing goes, it's not
like we have family orgies or anything silly like that but he and I have
been having sex with I was sixteen, the same age that he later started
with my cousin Kristi. Then there is my younger cousin Tammy who he had
the privilege of being her first when she was fourteen, a day before her
dad was with her for the first time.
That's all (if "all:" is the right term) so far as the younger generation
is concerned. In addition to his nieces my dad also has frequent sex
with my mom's sister but that goes back to when they were in school
together, long before he married my mom. No doubt a lot of people knew
what was going on back then but what I’m sure they do NOT know is that it
didn't quit after my dad married my mom.
The incest thing wasn't an issue with my mom. Heck, if anything she was
the one that got him started with it as she had been involved with her
own father since she was fourteen. It’s really her side of the family
that is involved although my dad’s brothers have taken advantage of
things now and then.
As to the other thing about my dad, it's incredibly important to me to
note that I use the phrase "pedophile" cautiously as it describes what my
father IS from a technical point of view. It is NOT meant to be
judgmental or to imply anything more than that. Even the pedophile thing
in and of itself wasn't a deal breaker as my mom had known about THAT
from the beginning when my dad was screwing grade school girls when he
was a senior in high school (including my aunt). The problem with my mom
was that it is one thing to fantasize about something but quite another
to act out those fantasies.
My mom also had no issues with my dad's formidable porn collection, much
of it dealing with underage girls. He was never into the really
perverted stuff with really young girls but once they got to being ten or
eleven his interest began to grow and by the time they reached their
twelfth birthday he would be getting pretty turned on.
Still, so long as my dad wasn't the one taking the photos and he wasn't
actually IN any of them, so far as my mother was concerned it was just
fantasy and nothing to worry about. Personally I think just about every
man has SOME sort of porn stashed away no matter how much he might try to
ignore it, especially now that the Internet is available.
The problem was that the older my dad got, the more fixated he became on
the younger girls. My mom's issue was that as my dad aged the
differential between him and them steadily increased such that by the
time he was in his late thirties he was now more than twice the age of
the girls he was masturbating about. The ration was getting higher every
year.
Fortunately for their marriage, as his desires began to reach the
boiling-over point, I became “available” to help out for a while, even if
I wasn't aware of it at the beginning.
Before I say anything more, let me be clear that I NEVER viewed my father
as a sexual partner like I would with a boyfriend or some other guy. I
was never "turned on" by him like I was to some of my teachers - some of
which I couldn't wait to get home and masturbate after fantasizing all
through class. Indeed, when I started having sex with boys at the age of
fourteen, the idea of having sex with my own father never even crossed my
mind, let alone something I seriously considered.
At the same time while I might not have been masturbating about my own
father that didn't mean HE wasn't thinking about ME in that way. I know
this probably sounds incredibly naive and clueless, but when he would
jerk off after watching me have sex with a boyfriend or when I was
playing with myself during a TV show or movie, I never associated his
actions with anything I was doing, at least not directly. Really, why
would I think such things? It’s easy in hindsight to recognize what was
happening but if you try to imagine being fourteen again, did such
thoughts ever cross your mind?
If you think about it then it makes sense. Like, why WOULD I think such
a thing? At that age I really didn't know anything about incest other
than what I saw on TV where it’s invariably portrayed as perverted,
immoral and a form of child abuse. Even when I would catch a glimpse of
my dad's porn on his computer after he was finished masturbating I just
saw it as fantasy and nothing that was really true.
I shared a lot of my dreams and fantasies with my friends as they did
theirs with me and NONE of them ever expressed any such interests in
their own father. Perhaps the closest I came to the matter was when my
first boyfriend (who just happens to be my husband today twelve years
later) had sex with his mother after she caught us doing it in the
basement. Then there was his sister who was so jealous of me for having
sex with her brother. Nothing ever happened there so I didn't take what
she said all that seriously.
As it turned out, a happy coincidence occurred although years later I
learned it wasn't as much a "coincidence" as I had thought. After coming
home early from a party I secretly (or so I thought) watched my parents
having sex in the hot tub out on the deck right below my bedroom window.
While I'd seen both of them masturbating numerous times over the years,
starting back when I was just eight, and while nudity wasn't encouraged
but then it wasn't exactly discouraged either, this was the first time
I'd ever seen them having sex. Seeing them together, witnessing the act
of "making love" for the first time (as compared to the fucking I did
with my boyfriends), something stirred in me that I couldn't ignore.
Long story short (it's all in my diary if you're interested), I started
having sex with my dad. While I would never classify as what we were
doing as "making love", it WAS unique and much more personal than letting
some horny boy screw me on the couch. I suppose it goes without saying
but I'll say it anyway; feeling my father inside of me, joined together
with me in a way only a father and daughter can ever understand, makes me
feel whole and complete in a way that I never felt until I was with my
husband many years later. I can't even imagine of a higher form of
expressing my father's love for me than for him to enter me, then to cum
inside of me and leave a portion of him in me.
Little did I know at the time that not only was I enjoying a new depth to
my relationship with my dad (followed soon after my mom and Aunt,
eventually followed by several cousins and uncles), I was also helping my
father by allowing him to act out his fantasies of sex with a teenage
girl.
The only problem was that like cute kittens and puppies that are so much
fun when they are small, I too grew older and while we will always enjoy
sex together as a father and daughter, that special "extra" he got from
fucking a teenager can never be restored. For a time my younger cousin
Tammy filled in but even she is nineteen now, a far cry from the
excitement he found in taking her virginity as a fourteen year-old.
I guess you could say my dad's involvement with me and my cousins only
put off the inevitable. The older his daughter and nieces became, the
more my dad lusted for someone younger and less experienced. My mother,
who tolerated underage sex only so long as it was incestual, tried to
cope with it but it went against her moral and religious beliefs.
Eventually she was forced to make a decision as to whether or not she
could enable my father's increasingly controlling desires. Finally came
the day arrived when she gave up and asked for a divorce which my father
granted without a fuss.
Thankfully while it was a little rough at the beginning, my parents are
still friends although there are still some resentment issues on my mom's
side that surface now and then. However for the most part she has
accepted things as they are and moved on with her own life. Granted,
when her sister moved in with her now ex-husband only a few days after
she moved out the emotions got a little bit high to say the least.
Even so, my mother's wrath during the time period after the divorce was
nothing compared to when she first learned the type of parties to which
her sister was now taking my dad - especially considering the ages of the
participants. You can probably imagine her response when she learned
that my dad was taking me to some of them! She was a little soothed when
I told he that I only agreed to help him out the first few times as it
was something he needed help with and plus I'd never witnessed such a
thing.
These days my dad, aunt and I have adopted a "don't ask, don't tell"
policy regarding the subject: They can do what they want, including with
my husband who is so much like my father in some ways it's scary, so long
as they leave me out of things.
Another area that was a festering sore spot between my mom and dad during
their marriage concerned adultery. I don't mean that my dad wanted to go
out and cheat on my mom but my dad certainly had hopes and desires that
my mom didn't share. Whereas my dad wanted to swing with other couples
my mother's ethics and religious position was that such acts constituted
adultery and as such was simple off the table.
Knowing the sexual creature that my mother is, I'm positive that had she
not been bound by the Ten Commandments she would have loved to swing just
as much as my dad but my mother takes her religion VERY seriously. In
all their more than twenty five years of marriage there are only two
women that my mom has allowed my dad to have sex with that were not
related to either of them - my best friend Beth and her best friend Tammy
(not to be confused with my younger cousin Tammy). In both cases she
rationalized that the women were so intimate with our family that they
were virtual family members so it was OK to treat them as family. Yes,
it was rationalizing at its best but sometimes you have to compromise to
have a marriage - something I've already learned early in my own
marriage.
So with all that in mind, what would YOU give your father if you were in
my high heels?
Chapter 2 - Sisters to the Rescue
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While I may refer to Beth as my best friend, that is really in relation
to my other friends where Beth clearly wins out as being my intimate
confidante and most closest friend. However, when it comes down to who
is my BEST friend (other than my husband) the answer is indisputable - my
mother.
Really, who knows you as well as your own mother? I have always shared
EVERYTHING with my mom. Indeed, she was the first person I told after
losing my virginity. She was the one that taught me how to properly use
a vibrator - even if I don't use one very often. She was the first girl
I had sex with starting shortly after my dad started fucking me. One
thing I learned immediately was that that having sex with my mother is
totally different from being with anyone else, even taking into account
my father.
You see, no matter what happens between us, I am always my father's
daughter so I would never consider him as my lover when we have sex. Yet
when I'm with my mother all that goes out the window. Sure, when we
masturbate together or talk it's mom and daughter all the way and even
when we just have a bit of fun together the relationship remains intact.
However there ARE those times when we lay together and it's like
something magical happens. My mom is the only women I’ve ever had sex
with where I consider her as a lover and not just a partner.
So hopefully that explains why when I have a question about family or sex
it's my mom who is my first choice for advice and so it was as my dad's
47th birthday approached. We were using FaceTime one night and I brought
up the subject of my dad's rapidly approaching birthday.
"So what did you get him last year?" she asked although I knew she
already knew the answer. My mom just doesn't forget things like presents
or other events.
I shrugged into the camera and answered, "A new shirt."
My mom grinned as I tried to contain myself. What I said was technically
true. It's what I did NOT say that was the real story. Yes, I gave him
a new shirt but I was wearing it at the time - and absolutely nothing
else but a smile.
My mom shrugged back and said, "Somehow I doubt he'd complain much if he
got the same present two years in a row."
No doubt she was right but I was hoping for something original and I told
her so. She paused for a moment and I kept silent as I watched her nose
crinkle as she thought hard about it.
"What about Beth?"
I was surprised by that one as it wasn't something I had even considered.
I especially hadn't expected to hear it from my mom as Beth was one of
the two women my dad had committed adultery with while they were married.
Sure she had been there to watch but the act was still adulterous to her
no matter how she rationalized it at the time.
My mom must have seen my expression.
"Hey, she's got great boobs and you know how much he likes that sort of
thing."
True, she was right on the money with that observation. It was sort of a
conflict in my eyes as on the one hand he loved young girls with tiny
breasts but when they were old enough to have full boobs then he liked
them BIG.
I didn't respond right away as I needed to do some thinking about this
one. Besides, although it had been years since my dad had last fucked
Beth so on the one hand I'm sure he'd love to have her again. I didn't
really see it as anything special or unique. Sort of "been there done
that" sort of thing.
I told my mom I would think about it and thanked her for her help after
which I signed off and laid back on my bed to contemplate my options.
Just then my wonderful husband came home. He'd been over at my dad's
place and while he didn't tell me what he'd been doing there he reeked
with the unmistakable scent of pussy that combined with the glow on his
face told me all I needed to know - he'd been fucking my Aunt Linda. It
was one of those "benefits" that come with marrying into an incestual
family - the right to have sex with other willing family members and
Steve took full advantage of it - especially when it came to my Aunt
Linda.
Steve's interest in my Aunt Linda It was always a little curious to me.
In general he seems to prefer the same sort of girls my dad's interested
in thanks in no small part to my aunt's influence. Thus before Steve
started have sex with my family I'd assumed he would go straight for my
younger cousins Kristi and Tammy. However, Kristi's past history as a
highly paid prostitute seemed to turn him off and Tammy is now serious
with a boyfriend so those situation never evolved. Instead he got hooked
from the outset by my mom's sister. Actually I think it started because
my mom wasn't readily available so doing her sister was the next best
thing but once things got started he couldn't seem to get enough of her.
What could I say? After all, my Aunt Linda had the same effect on my
father as well, going back all the way to when she was in eighth grade.
"So.... did you enjoy yourself?" I teased him as he got undressed and
headed for the shower.
Steve knew I was just trying to push his button so he just smiled and
licked his lips as if he'd just finished a delicious dinner - which
probably wasn't all that much off the mark knowing my Aunt's love of oral
sex. Still, I like to think I give a better blowjob - at least my dad
claims as much.
By the time Steve was out of the shower I'd removed my t-shirt and was
sprawled naked across the bed with my legs open wide waiting for him. It
wasn't long before his fresh-smelling dick was in my mouth and I loved
the way it grew and swelled as I sucked on it hungrily.
"Someone horny tonight?" he gasped as I deep-throated his cock to the
hilt. There was no need to answer, at least not vocally. My mouth was
already doing all the talking that was necessary.
Steve might not be the horny sixteen year-old that took my virginity but
even at the ripe old age of 28 he could still recover quickly although I
had no idea how many times he'd cum while with Linda. In the end it
didn't matter as it only took a few minutes to have him at full erect
status. Flipping myself over, I got on my hands and knees and wiggled my
butt to tempt him - as if THAT was necessary.
"Fuck me Steve... God I want so bad for you to fuck me," I encouraged him
in as sultry a voice as I could muster. Again, not that he NEEDED me to
say anything, the pose said it all, but what guys doesn't like to hear a
girl beg to be fucked by him? Well, none that I have ever encountered.
We made love for the next hour or so and afterwards I was lying to the
side of him with one bare leg draped over his, my boobs pressed up
against his side as I ground my now cum-soaked pussy into his hip.
Although I didn't say anything, I really could have gone for one more
load of his sperm and maybe another "O" or two more for me but he was
exhausted.
"So do you guys talk about anything when you fuck her?" I asked him.
Steve looked down at me and I could tell from the surprised look on his
face that I'd blindsided him with that one. Normally I never asked about
what he did with her, let alone what they talked about, so I could just
imagine what was churning in his head right then. What was I up to?
There had to be some reason I was asking but what was it? Well, I knew
what my motivation was but he was going to have to find out on his own.
"I don't know... nothing much," he mumbled. It was like asking one of my
students what they'd done over the weekend... "nothin".
"Was my dad there?"
"No.... late at work I guess."
That didn't surprise me as he was ALWAYS late from work. What WOULD have
been a surprise would have been if Steve had said he was NOT late from
work.
"You know it's his birthday next week, don't you?"
OK, so it was a loaded question. Heck, what guy remembers birthdays? I
sometimes think my dad can't remember his own, let alone mine. If it
wasn't for my mom or aunt reminding him I'm sure he'd forget mine every
year.
"Yeah, Linda mentioned something about that actually," he grunted as he
cleared his throat. I think he'd started to drift off. After fucking
two insatiable women in the same evening I really couldn't blame him but
now he had my curiosity up so his sleep would just have to wait for a few
more minutes.
"Did she say anything about what my dad wants? What she's getting him?"
Steve shifted his weight and twisted to face me more directly. I liked
it because he slipped his leg in between mine and his upper thigh pressed
into my warm pussy, giving my still-sensitive clit a little jolt.
"Kelly, to be perfectly blunt I really wasn't listening to much of what
she was saying at the moment... IF she was saying anything."
He said it in such a deadpan serious manner that we both burst out
laughing. Now THAT I could believe.
With that he turned back onto his back and drifted off to sleep as I held
his now flaccid dick in my hand. I loved laying like this next to my
husband, our nude bodies tight up against each other with his cock firmly
in my hand. Of course it would've been better if that cock was in my
pussy but you can't have everything all the time.
I ground my pussy tightly up against his hip which caused my clit to rub
against the bone, sending a shiver through my entire body. God I wanted
him to fuck me again! I loved it when my husband fucked me and even more
when he made love to me.
No such luck though as Steve was now sound asleep so I leaned back and
grabbed my iPhone off the table by the bed. Within a few seconds I had
my aunt on the line. She must have seen it was me calling on her caller
ID...
"Hey, don't blame me if he couldn't get it up again," she answered the
phone teasingly before I could even say a word.
"Like who do you think you're talking to?" I responded acting like I was
surprised she would even THINK such a horrible thing could happen, "Not
only did I have him up in less than three minutes, but he came in me
TWICE."
"Wow, pretty impressive... you married one hell of stud there honey."
"Well, I could've gone for three but thanks to someone whose name I won't
mention he was finished after the second one."
"Well, I can't say I'm sorry about that," she teased me again.
"So anyway... what am I suppose to get my dad for his birthday this
year?"
There was a pause and then she answered with another question, "What did
your mom say?"
I was startled at first. How did she know I'd asked my mom? While my
mother had gotten over much of her animosity towards her sister for what
she'd done with her ex-husband so soon after the divorce, it wasn't like
they had each other on speed-dial. Then I realized that my aunt knew me
so well that she must have assumed that the first person I’d ask about
the subject would have been my mom.
"She suggested I wrap Beth up in a big red bow and make her my present."
Well, maybe she hadn't said so in so many words but that was the intent
of her idea.
"Not very original," was the first thing my aunt said in response, "Not
exactly on his 'to-do' list that I know of either to be perfectly blunt."
Then she giggled, "But then I'm sure he wouldn't return her either."
"Well do you have anything better?" I practically pleaded, "I'm fresh out
this year."
"Well honey, you know that you can always give him something that he
appreciates."
I knew what she was referring to - ME. Still, that was something he
could have anytime he wanted so it wasn't exactly anything special for
his birthday - or something that would surprise him either.
My aunt seemed to sense my reaction even without the help of a cam.
"Yeah I know... been there done that, right?"
"Aunt Linda!" I admonished her, "You know better than that!"
"I didn't mean it like that," she apologized, "I was just trying to say
it wouldn't be the first time he got that for his birthday."
"So what do I do?"
"Well... I know a few people that might like to wish him a happy
birthday..." she said slowly.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. "No way, I'm
NOT going there and you should know better than to even mention it," I
scolded her a bit harshly - and meaning it this time as well. As much as
I knew he would love it, I was not inviting some family over with
underage daughter(s) for him to enjoy himself.
"Well you asked," she whined a little. Then she giggled and said, "Well
there's always the other end of the spectrum you know."
My head must have still been a little woozy from my last orgasm as that
one went right in one ear and out the other without registering. What
was she talking about?
"Oh come on Kelly," she huffed, "You know there IS one older woman he
loves to fuck that he hasn't for a very long time."
I was about to ask if she meant my mother but not even my aunt wouldn't
be THAT insensitive. Just then the proverbial light bulb went off over
my head.
"But how would I ever get her?" I mused. And that would be assuming she
would agree to do it in the first place.
"I thought you two got along pretty well?"
True, I DID consider myself a pretty good friend to Tammy, my mother's
BFF. We'd done a lot together - including my mother and father. Still,
I hadn't spoken to her in ages and I had to think it would feel funny to
just call her out of the blue and her if she was willing to allow me to
give her as a birthday present to my dad.
"Yeah but how would I even get her here - assuming she was willing to do
it in the first place?" I asked my aunt.
From the quick response it was if she had already thought the whole thing
through. Then again, maybe she had...
"Tell you what honey... you get her to agree to come and I'll fork out
for the ticket... deal?"
What could I say to that? I knew the real estate business had been
picking up for her recently so I wasn't worried that she couldn't afford
it. besides, if she needed cash there was always my dad she would grab it
from.
We came to an agreement and then she said something about my dad pulling
in the driveway so I let her go. I returned to my original spot next to
my now dead-asleep husband and laid there thinking about this new turn of
events. It was a great idea - one my dad would never see coming. Just
one small problem... getting Tammy to travel from Oregon to Pennsylvania
on one week's notice. What would she tell her husband? It's not like he
had a clue as to what she had done in the past when visiting her best
friend - or should I say WHO she had done.
Without realizing it I drifted off but then it was like I woke up
instantly full awake. Like duh! The answer was there as plain as the
nose on my face but for whatever reason I hadn't seen it. Picking up the
phone again, I hit the dial button and waited.
"Forget something Kelly?" my mom answered her phone.
I quickly explained my idea, speeding through it as fast as possible so
she couldn't answer until I was finished.
"And just what makes you think Tammy would even be interested in
something like that?" was her initial response and my heart sank.
Obviously my mom wasn't as enthusiastic about the idea as I'd been.
"Well... I was sorta hoping that that was where YOU could come in Mom," I
said meekly.
My mom laughed but then responded with, "Well, I guess it couldn't hurt
to ask her."
"So you think it's a good idea then?" I asked hopefully.
"Frankly, not your best but then I'll bet it's better than what my
perverted sister proposed, isn't?"
She was spot on but then I suppose if anyone knew my aunt it would be her
older sister. My guilty silence confirmed her suspicions.
"Well, if that's your Plan B then I'll get Tammy to fly out one way or
the other. Just tell that cheapskate sister of mine to buy my friend a
ticket in First Class."
We talked a little more and then hung up. This time I fell asleep
quickly as it was like a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.
Chapter 3 - Tammy Arrives
=========================
With my dad's birthday falling on a Thursday this year it made things
more difficult than they would have been had it been on a weekend but one
way or another we worked things out. I got a phone call a couple of days
after my conversation with my mom and it was Tammy. We didn't say a lot
as apparently she and my mom had discussed it at length but I'd already
looked up flights and had everything set up by that evening.
Fortunately the arrival time was well after my school day ended so I was
able to pick her up after dinner. Steve was home but would be leaving
for work in a few hours. I hadn't told him anything, figuring a surprise
would be better.
The drive to the airport went quickly. I had to circle the airport and
park in the cell-phone lot for a while waiting for Tammy's flight and for
her to collect her luggage. Finally my phone rang and it was her,
telling me where she was waiting. As I came down and around the curve to
the arrival area, there she was by the curb, waving to me with a big grin
on her face. It had been ages since I'd seen her but she didn't seem to
have aged one bit.
"Hey girl, so glad to see you again!" she greeted me warmly once I'd
stopped and gotten out to help with her bag. We hugged and then she
stood back and gave me the once over.
"It's been quite a while, hasn't it?" she giggled and then we got in the
car and I drove off before the security guard said anything.
For the first few miles we exchanged pleasantries. The usual stuff - her
flight and how that went, how things were back home with her sons and
husband.
Tammy was what I guess you would call the typical soccer-mom. If you
ignored some of her visits to our house then there was nothing in her
background or home life to suggest she was anything but the neighborhood
mom and loving wife. I'd met her family when me and my mom had visited
and it was almost like living in Mayberry. So far as her husband knew,
she was conservative in bed and had never cheated on him. That was quite
true for the most part - again ignoring a couple of visits with me and my
parents where she had the chance to let her hair down, so to speak (her
dark blonde hair was actually quite short).
Just as my dad had fucked my best friend Beth, so he had with my mom's
best friend. On top of that, I was the first girl she'd ever had sex
with! She had been quite shocked to learn about me having sex with my
parents but eventually overcame her prejudices in that area. While she
may not ever consider doing anything similar back home with her boys, she
seemed quite OK with me and my dad.
As we approached the exit, it was like she decided it was time to quit
skirting the issue and address the elephant sitting in the back seat.
"You know, when your mom called and proposed this my first reaction was
an emphatic no," she sighed, stretched her legs against the front of the
car.
Actually, I didn't know, and I told her so to which she sort of giggled.
"You have to admit, after the divorce and now with your mom living out by
me I hadn't ever thought I'd be back in Pittsburgh again... let alone for
something like this."
"So what changed your mind?" I asked, glancing her way as I turned on the
turn signal and prepared to stop quickly at the exit. One thing about
the hills of Pittsburgh - they don't lend themselves to long off-ramps.
"I don't know," she sighed as she released a long breath, "If my husband
knew the truth I'd be joining your mother in the divorcee ranks."
"So what DID you tell him then?"
Tammy chuckled at that. "Oh he thinks I came back here with your mom for
moral support." She paused and put a finger to her lips in thought. "You
know, I guess that's about wrong in every category. She didn't come with
me and any support I give is going to immoral if anything."
We both laughed at that as I came to a stoplight and waited. Using the
opportunity I turned to her and looked her in the eyes.
"Is that how you really feel... that this is immoral?"
"Well, if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck..." she mused.
"But you're OK with it?"
"Kelly," she huffed, "I'm here, aren't I?"
She had a point.
"So how's the married life treating you?" she asked, pointedly changing
the subject.
I could have talked her ear off about that one! I gushed about how
wonderful Steve was and how much I was thrilled being married to him."
"Sounds like quite a guy," Tammy remarked. She had never met Steve as
back when she was visiting he was living out in California with his
mother. "So how does he feel about you `family' situation?" she asked
with her fingers making those annoying quotation marks in the air when
she said "family".
"He's OK with it" I said, shrugging my shoulders.
"Not exactly a ringing endorsement," Tammy observed, "So what's the
story?"
We were getting close to home so I gave her the abbreviated version,
explaining how he understood my obligations and duties as a daughter but
at the same time didn't want to participate.
I pulled into a parking place in the lot next to our apartment. Before
we got out Tammy turned to me and asked, "OK but what's with your Aunt?
Your mother didn't say much but I get the idea something's going on with
her that she isn't too enthused about."
Loaded question if there ever was one. I knew Tammy had to know that my
mom's younger sister had taken up residence in her old bedroom just a few
days after she had left. If anything that should be old news by now.
Unless I heard anything more I wasn't about to say a word about the youth
sex crap that my aunt had brought my father and husband into. Tammy was
even more conservative than my mom about such things and I had to assume
she knew nothing about it or I doubt she would be sitting in my front
seat at this moment.
"Let's just say she and Steve have a thing," I said in a compromise move.
"A thing?" Tammy probed, "And just what does THAT mean?"
"You know..." I returned.
Tammy just shook her head at that one. "And you're OK with that?"
"Well, she IS my aunt and party of our family so what can I say?"
With that Tammy sat up straighter and leaned towards me, her face much
more intense suddenly. "He's your husband so you have every right to say
anything you want."
Not meaning to get this off on the wrong foot, I smiled and tried to
defuse the situation. "Oh no... it's perfectly OK with me. We have an
understanding in that regard - both ways in fact."
"So you have sex with other men besides your dad?" she asked, looking a
little confused. "I thought you were always going to stop that sort of
thing after you got married?"
It was starting to get cold in the car so I didn't want the discussion to
go too far so I cut right to the punch line.
"Things change you know. I'm happy with our relationship now. In fact,
see that truck? It's his so he's still home in case you need a little
post-flight relaxation."
"Now you're pulling my leg," she laughed softly, sitting back in the seta
once again.
"Well, what did my mom say about him?"
Tammy looked at me again before she answered. "Actually, the subject
never came up. Are you telling me..."
I didn't let her finish but instead just nodded and grinned.
"But when?"
I told her quickly about my birthday party and then the time just before
our wedding ceremony. Tammy seemed a little dubious about the latter.
"Now I know you're pulling my leg. Just before you got married? Oh come
on, I'm not THAT gullible Kelly."
I wasn't about to debate it so I unlocked the doors and we got out.
Opening the trunk I helped with her nag and she rolled it in to our
apartment. We got to the door and I had my key out but before I put it
in the lock I turned to her and smiled.
"I just want you to understand that anything you do with Steve, and I
mean ANYTHING," is perfectly OK with me... OK?"
"We'll see..." she giggled as if we were just teasing but deep inside I
got the idea she was just leading me on without any intention of testing
my offer.
"Steve!" I said loudly as we entered and I shut the door and dead bolted
it behind us, "I've got a surprise for you!"
"Hold your panties!" he called out from somewhere.
I'd more or less hinted to Steve that I was going shopping so he had no
reason to think I would NOT be alone - as was obvious when he came out of
the bathroom - stark naked rubbing his head with a towel to dry his hair.
At first he must not have seen Tammy but then I heard a gasp beside me
which made Steve's eyes avert from me to her.
"Oh crap!" he muttered and dove back into the bathroom.
He re-emerged a few seconds later but this time with a full robe on.
"You could’ve warned me you know," he said pointedly in my direction and
then he turned to Tammy and shrugged. "Sorry, as I guess you could tell
my darling wife here hadn't told me she was bringing home visitors."
I introduced Steve to Tammy but her name didn't register with him until I
explained that she was my mom's BFF who lived near where my mom was
living now. Steve extended his hand rather sheepishly.
"Nice to meet you Tammy, sorry for the unsolicited display earlier."
Tammy assured him that everything was OK and indeed, I noticed her gaze
would periodically drop down to where Steve's dick had been in display
not much longer before.
Steve then looked at me and although he didn't say anything, the look on
his face was a definite, "What the hell is going on?"
This didn't seem like quite the circumstances to explain my plan so I
told him to get dressed for work and then I could explain everything to
him. Reluctantly her returned to the bathroom, leaving Tammy and me alone
once again.
"So what do you think of my husband?"
Tammy smiled and said something to the effect he was handsome and seemed
very well mannered.
"I meant... what did you think of my husband?" I prodded her.
"I don't get what you're driving at Kelly."
"You saw him when he first came out... what did you think?" I reiterated
and then raised my eyebrows and grinned naughtily. "I mean his dick...
would you like some of it?"
Tammy's eyes opened wider. "Oh I don't know about THAT Kelly... this is
all happening so quick."
Steve was back out by then, dressed in his paramedic uniform. Mmmmmmm, I
love a man in uniform!
"So is someone going to tell me what is going on here?" he asked, seeming
a little irritated if anything.
He had to leave soon so I gave him the quick version of my surprise party
idea for my dad. It didn't take long for Steve to get the gist of the
plan.
"So I take it you're a friend of the family?" he asked Tammy directly
this time. The way he emphasized the word "friend" made it clear his
definition was far beyond the Webster version.
"I guess you could say that." Tammy said, her face noticeably reddening
by now.
"Look, you go to work Steve and tomorrow while I'm at school the two of
you can catch each other up, OK?" I proposed.
With that Steve gave me a kiss and headed out the door, leaving Tammy and
me alone in the apartment.
"We don't have a spare bedroom so it's either the couch or you can share
the bed with me," I explained as I gave her the quick tour of our small
apartment.
"Well, I'm not as young girl anymore so if it's OK with you I'll take you
up on the offer for the bed," she replied. "I'll be seeing my
chiropractor for a month if I spend a night on a couch."
With that it was getting late but with her internal clock set three hours
behind Tammy wasn't looking nearly as tired as I would have thought after
a long plane trip. Still, I didn't have the benefit of jet-lag and
morning would be here soon enough as it was so I excused myself and
explained I needed to get to bed.
"Well, tomorrow looks to be a busy day so I had better try to get some
shut-eye myself," she answered, following me to the bedroom where we both
started to undress.
Seeing Tammy in her bra and panties, I suddenly felt something stir in
me. It had been years since the two of us had done anything together and
while she was about the same age as my mom, she wasn't quite as well
preserved as my mother but certainly not bad either. I thought of how
her eyes kept averting to Steve's crotch when she thought neither of us
was looking. She might be the mousey housewife at home but there was a
lot more under THAT facade that just needed the right circumstances to
let it be free.
"You've had a long day," I said to her as she took out a nightie from her
luggage, "How about a back rub?"
I saw her eyes light up momentarily at the suggestion but then she seemed
to withdraw.
"That's not necessary," she said softly, her eyes avoiding mine.
"Oh I insist!" I said, taking the nightie from her hands and turning her
by the shoulders to the bed.
"well.... if you insist," she quickly gave in as she got up on the bed
and laid face down sideways across it. She was still wearing her bra and
panties which HAD to go.
I went to the bathroom and came back with some massage oil. Judging by
where I found it I suspected Steve had been using it to jerk off. I have
to say he's masturbates as much as I do, maybe even more. Sitting on the
end of the bed, I reached over and unhooked her bra. I felt her tense up
but she didn't say anything.
"Can't give a decent massager with all this in the way," I explained as I
pulled her panties down to her ankles and then off her feet.
Now that she was nude I took off the rest of my own clothes and then got
up on the bed and straddled her butt with my feet locking in on her legs
to keep my balance. I could feel her warm butt against my crotch and I
wondered if she could feel the heat of my pussy as it pushed against her
ass.
As I started to work on her back she groaned as I found a knot and worked
it out. "Oh god Kelly... that feels so good!"
Working her neck and shoulders, I put more oil on her back and spread it
out down to the small of her back and then along the sides of her torso.
Working my hands over her shoulders, I let them drift down and then under
her arms until my fingertips grazed along the sides of her breasts. I
didn't linger there, at least not yet but instead worked my way down the
rest of the way until my hands were right up against my crotch which was
centered on her butt.
"It's been a long time since someone did me like this," she murmured with
her eyes closed.
I giggled and replied, "Like since the last time I did this to you?"
We both laughed at that although it was entirely true. It seemed to
break the tension a little and I could feel her relaxing more under me.
I unhooked my feet from her legs and wiggled my way down further onto the
backs of her legs, letting her bare bottom be exposed. OK, so it wasn't
quite like the tight firm ass my cousin was so proud of but then Tammy
was twenty years older, not to mention bearing two kids.
"Don't look at my butt," she groaned as I started to rub each cheek with
my oil-covered hands and fingers. Just like a woman to say something
like that under the circumstances, Like, how was I NOT to look at it in
this position?
"Hey, you've got a great ass," I encouraged her. I could feel her huff
under me as she came back with, "You mean for an old lady."
"Now I never said that," I reassured her was my hands worked further down
until they were on the backs of her upper thighs. As I rubbed my hands
slowly but surely worked their way more and more inside and then I let my
fingertips roam upwards until they contacted her hair-covered pussy.
"Ummmmm... let's not push things too fast, OK Kelly?" she said over her
shoulder to me.
Well, she could SAY anything she wanted but it was her actions that
counted so far as I was concerned. She may be telling me to stay away
from her crotch but her legs were spreading wider apart if anything. I
wasn't quite sure they were entirely under her conscious control at this
point.
My fingers were covered with slipper oil and they easily slid up between
her pussy lips as my hand reached in higher between her legs. Then I
felt the bump of her clit and she shuddered as my fingertip ran over it
in tight little circles.
"Oh my god Kelly..." she moaned.
With that encouragement I shifted so I was straddling just one of her
legs, pressing my own pussy against her leg as my hand worked its magic
under her crotch. I was rewarded with her other leg moving out to the
side, making it all that much easier for me to touch her. This wasn't
our first rodeo but I hadn't been sure how she would respond after the
years that had passed. Well, there had been no need to worry, that's for
sure.
"Oh yeah, just like that," she groaned loudly as I inserted my thumb
inside of her while my finger maintained contact with her clit.
I could feel her hips starting to rise now, then falling slightly as if
she was trying to hump my hand. My hand had been so covered with oil it
was hard to tell what was helping more, the oil or her own pussy juices
but whatever it was it was making it easy for me to rub her and penetrate
her.
"Turn over Tammy," I said softly to her. I didn't want to break the
spell but I had more in mind than just finger-fucking her.
I didn't have to ask twice as she rolled over and then reached over for a
pillow to put behind her head so she could watch what was going on, Well,
nothing was going on YET but that was about to change real quick if I had
anything to say about it.
Tammy reached for another pillow which she stuffed under her ass as she
grinned at me. She knew what was about to happen and I could see she
wanted me to know in no uncertain terms that she was ready for me to
resume. Well, I wasn't about to disappoint her or keep her waiting any
longer than necessary.
"Been a long time since I had a taste of this," I said with a smile at
her as I rubbed her hairy pussy with one hand. She appeared to trim it a
little but more to keep it from poking out a bikini bottom than to keep
it short.
"Not to mention it's been a long time since anyone but my husband was
down there," she said with a wink.
She was laying crosswise on the bed still which made it impossible for me
to stretch out between her legs so it was decision time. Kneel on the
floor or lay head to toe... or should I say head to pussy. THAT was on
decision for the day I didn't think twice about as I stretched out
alongside of her. She was a little taller than me which worked out
nicely. With one arm under her leg I reached across and grabbed her butt
from the side as I lowered my head to her belly and rubbed my nose
against her.
"That tickles," she giggled as she squirmed under me.
I kissed her belly and then used my tongue to trace a path down to the
edge of her pussy hairline and then laid the side of my face against her
bush. It felt a little weird as she had more hair between her legs than
most men I've dated have on their heads. I don't mean she was all wild
and furry like those pics you see of European women. It was neatly
trimmed and shaved outside of a distinct hairline. It was within the
"boundaries" where is was long and soft. It felt so good against my face
and the scent of her pussy was strong.
Scooting forward (or downward depending on your point of view) I pushed
my head down between her legs, feeling the softness of her inner thighs
against each side of my face as I burrowed through her thick pussy until
my nose pressed in against her pussy. Using my nose to push her hair to
the side, my tongue reached out and tasted her. Mmmmmmm.
My tongue worked its way to her clit and I felt her jump under me as I
nibbled gently on it, tugging on it carefully with my teeth as my tongue
worked over it.
"Oh Kelly... that feels so good," she moaned.
I felt her hand working its way under me and I realized what she wanted
so without removing my head from her crotch I lifted my leg up and over
her and then pulled myself over until we were in a perfect 69 with my
shaved pussy right over her mouth. I could feel her hot breath against
me and the touch of her tongue as she reached out to taste me.
How long we stayed in that position I have no idea but it seemed like
forever yet at the same time was over much too soon. She came first, her
hips thrusting up against my face as she writhed under me, burying her
face against my wet crotch. It wasn't long after that when it was my
turn. It had been quite a while actually since I'd been with another
woman like this and while I'll never tell a guy NOT to eat me, there's
nothing that compares to the touch of another woman's mouth.
Several orgasms later we were both exhausted as I flipped over and laid
on my back next to me, my head up against her sweating hips with the feel
of her head of hair against mine. Somehow I managed to turn around and
she rolled on her side to face me as we hugged and kissed. Her large
boobs pressed into mine and I could literally feel the urgency within
her.
"Oh wow," was all she could say at first. Then we finally pulled apart
enough to look each other in the eyes - hers rolling up and then settling
back on mine.
"You know, I really wasn't sure what to expect," she started to say and
then she went quiet again as if she wasn't sure how to express her
feelings at the moment.
I knew what she was trying to say as I had felt the same way. It had
been years since we had last had sex. How would we react when we were
alone together for the first time? Well, I guess we both know the answer
to that question now.
"I haven't been with a woman since out last time you know," she said
almost apologetically. It was if she was worried that somehow she hadn't
satisfied me well enough.
"Damn Tammy... I came THREE times, I wouldn't worry if I was you."
We both giggled like young teenagers being naughty for the first time
during a sleepover and then kissed again.
Before we both feel asleep somehow I remembered that I had to explain a
few things. I told her how I had to leave of work before Steve got home
from his shift so she would be alone when he came home. My plans for my
dad's birthday surprise didn't go into effect until the evening so that
left her with a day to kill.
Tammy absorbed all this and then she started to ask me something but then
seemed to think the better of it. She told me she was exhausted and
thanked me for my jet-lag therapy. I hadn't really thought about it in
that way until then but I guess she was right. She certainly wasn't
having any problems going to sleep at a normal hour, her eyes closing as
she was barely able to keep them open.
We fell asleep in each other's arms until my alarm clock blared. Good
thing I had it set to go off every day as I hadn't even thought about it
the night before and there was no way I was going to wake up on my own
after the past evening's events.
Neither of us had apparently moved a bit during the night as I woke up in
the same position I last remembered before I crashed. I extricated
myself from Tammy's arms that were still wrapped around me and gently
slipped out of bed. Standing up next to the bed in the dim morning light
I gazed at her naked body stretched out in front of me. Sure she was
almost twice my age and yes, she could lose a few pounds here and there
but overall she was a good-looking woman who I was sure still made her
husband proud to have on his arm. No doubt her son's friends saw her as
one of the neighborhood MILFs although I couldn't imagine Tammy ever
flirting or doing anything like that.
One thing I needed badly was a shower - first to wake up but also to wash
off the strong odor of sex that still permeated the entire room.
Stepping in and turning on the water, it felt great to feel the hot water
beating against me. I was still feeling ridiculously horny but I was due
in class in less than an hour so there wasn't time to take care of those
needs. I did a quick blow dry and just pulled my hair back so I wouldn't
have to fool too much with it. A little makeup and I was ready to get
dressed.
Back in the bedroom Tammy hadn't budged an inch. I slowly pulled out my
dresser drawer, trying to keep as quiet as I could although I probably
could have played a drum solo and she wouldn't have noticed. Grabbing a
bra and panties (yes, I HAD to wear them thanks to our strict dress code)
and a pair of hose, I retreated back to the bathroom where I could see
what I was doing.
With my underwear on and finally a dress, I took one last look at Tammy
and debated if I should wake her. We hadn't discussed anything about
Steve coming home in a couple of hours but then she was a grown woman and
could take care of herself so I grabbed a coat and headed for school.
Chapter 4 - My Husband Does Tammy
=================================
With me teaching at school I wasn't home to witness any of the events of
the day so all I have to go by is the accounts of my husband and Tammy.
While their accounts agree for the most part, as might be expected they
varied in the details so I had to make some decisions as to what really
happened. In the end, does it really matter?
Steve usually gets home about an hour or so after I leave. This morning,
knowing who would be waiting for him when he arrived, he didn't waste any
time. Entering the apartment, he found a note on the table that I had
left for him.
"Dear Steve, Behave yourself but have fun! Love you always, Your Wife."
Nobody can ever say I don't support my hubby!
Entering the bedroom, I can only imagine his expression as he saw a nude
woman in her late forties stretched out, sound asleep. From the odor in
the room there could be no doubt as to recent events which only served to
make his already hardening cock stiffen even faster.
Having already showered before he'd left work, Steve was ready to go and
so he quickly undressed and then debated his next move. After all,
although I had spoken to him about Tammy in the past, he'd never met her
until last night and even that had just been a quick hello. Sure, their
first time he'd been naked but that was by mistake.
Steve's immediate instinct was to jump in bed and get started. Had it
been me in bed rather than a strange older woman no doubt that's exactly
what he would've done. Steve knew it turned me on to wake up with his
dick rubbing against me or even probing mouth or pussy. At the same time
he was well aware that not every woman shared my enthusiasm in this area.
There was also the letter I'd left behind with a reminder to behave
himself. Then again, my definition of "behave" was pretty broad.
Do I really need to work through the rest of his thought process????
Leaning over the bed so as not to disturb it's sleeping occupant, Steve,
gently let the back of his fingers stroke along the length of her bare
leg, working his way up to her hips where he turned his hand and felt the
warmth of her butt. She didn't stir which only encouraged him to go
further, reaching down and pushing his fingers between her thighs as she
laid on her side with the bottom leg straight out and the upper one bent
upwards with her foot resting on her other knee.
"Damn, that is one hairy crotch," he mumbled to himself as his fingers
worked their way through it.
Before he found her pussy he pulled his hand back, not wanting to wake
her yet. Her large breasts beckoned him so he cupped the upper one under
his hand to get a feel for its heft.
"Real," he noted to himself but then from the way they sagged it would've
been a far bigger surprise if they weren't not to mention grounds for
suing the doctor who performed the surgery.
Holding up Tammy's breast with his fingers, Steve's thumb worried it's
way over her large nipple, teasing it as he rotated his thumb over it.
Still no reaction by Tammy.
Steve debated his next move. Again, had it been me in lieu of Tammy
there would have been little to decide. Something like, "mouth or
pussy?"
Steve's dick was rock hard by now. What a situation to come home to - an
older woman laying out naked across his bed. Even better, it was a woman
who he knew had travelled thousands of mile for one reason - to get laid.
OK, so it wasn't to get laid by HIM but that was just a technicality.
Ordinarily this had all the makings of something that normally only
occurs in conjunction with a wet dream - BUT...
"Kelly would kill me," he thought as he stroked his cock with his right
hand.
It wasn't that he was worried about my reaction to him having sex with
another woman. We'd settled THAT issue before we said our vows. SO far
as I was concerned he could fuck whoever he wanted so long as I
eventually knew about it. Of course that understanding went both ways
but so far he'd been the only one to take advantage of it since we
returned from our honeymoon. Even then it didn't really :count" so far
as I was concerned as the girls involved were less than half my age
thanks to the arrangements made by my Aunt Linda for him and my dad.
Enough said about THAT. Sometimes "don't ask don't tell" actually works.
No, what Steve was worried about was how I would feel if for whatever
reason Tammy was upset by what he'd love to do right then. God forbid
she should up and leave for home, leaving all my plans for my dad in a
lurch without a backup plan. Now THAT would have been grounds for some
pretty heavy-duty response by me.
Still, there WAS the matter of this MILF in his bed and he couldn't
complete ignore her. Like, when might he ever get a chance like this
ever again? If he just walked away now he knew he'd regret it for the
rest of his life.
It's like I've always said... It's not the things I have done that I
regret, it's the things I haven't. So why shouldn't the same apply to
Steve - so long as he didn't go TOO far.
In the end the decision was made for Steve in that as he was stroking his
dick within just inches of Tammy's sleeping face, he could feel that
surge building in him and knew that it was too late to stop. In effect
the fuse had been lit and now it was just a matter of where he would
explode.
Steve frantically stroked his dick, the lust overwhelming him as he put
his free hand on Tammy's head, her hair running though his fingers as he
twisted it just slightly upwards. Any semblance of rational thought was
gone, replaced by his male instincts to dominate and inseminate the
female in front of him. While his dick was not in her pussy, he could
still at least cover her with his sperm. Which is exactly what he did.
"Oh god..." he groaned, unable to maintain his silence as his orgasm
erupted. A thick rope of cum spurt from the end of his erect cock and
landed on Tammy's cheek and nose. Another groan and another load of cum,
this time landing on her upper lip and then running a trail across her
mouth and down her chin. Two more loads and two more trails of cum, one
on her forehead and just into her hairline while the next added more to
her nose and upper lip.
"Fuck me!" Steve sighed, using his hand to milk the last of his cum from
his dick, rubbing the head of his dick on Tammy's cheek to put the
finishing touches on his handiwork. Letting go of her head, he stepped
back and looked at the results.
"Holy crap," he whispered to himself as reality returned with the
unloading of his cum. He shook his head to clear it as he released his
now dwindling dick, allowing it to droop down.
Immediately he started to wonder if he'd gone too far. He could have
easily cum on Tammy's tits or just cum on the bed and not hit her at all.
There could be no mistaking what had been done to her when she awoke.
What was she going to say?
Steve shrugged and headed to the bathroom to wash up. There was nothing
that could be done now so all he could do was wait and see. Washing his
dick and hands, he decided that he had probably do more so he took a
quick shower and after drying himself off, wrapped a dry towel around his
waist and headed for the kitchen to get some breakfast.
***************
It was maybe only fifteen minutes or so before Tammy began to stir. As
she woke, she went to rub her eyes and as she did, she felt something on
her face. Steve's cum was still wet but was aging and she could smell
something... something unmistakable if unbelievable.
"What the hell?" she mumbled to herself, her throat dry from sleeping. As
she did she could taste something on her lips. It wasn't like it was
something she tasted often but there was no mistaking the salty bitter
taste. Getting out of bed, she went to the bathroom and turned on the
light. Her eyes opened wide at what she saw.
"Oh... my... god!" she said to herself. At first she couldn't believe
the cum-covered face of the woman in the mirror was her. Quickly she
grabbed a washcloth, ran the water until it was as hot as it could get
and then soaked the washcloth. She rubbed it over her face, trying to
get the offending substance off of her as quickly as she could.
While nobody accused Tammy of being overly chaste as a teen, if there was
one reputation Tammy had never had it was of being a cum sluts. Heck,
she wasn't even too thrilled to do a blowjob. Boys expected them so she
did it but it wasn't like she went out of her way to suck a dick. Early
in their marriage she did the occasional blowjob to satisfy her husband
but over the years as their sex life slowed considerably, one of the
first things to go was oral sex. And now here she was washing a TON of
cum off her face - something she rarely had ever done as she hated it
when a man would cum on her face.
"Steve!" she huffed between tightly pursed lips. It had to be him, who
else could it be? Obviously he had gotten home and done who knows what
and ended by cumming all over her like she was some cheap whore. Had he
told his wife he was going to do that? She couldn't believe that I would
have gone along with the idea as I knew her preferences in this area.
A number of thoughts went through her mind. What should she do? Her
first instinct was to call me and tell me what my husband had done to her
while she was sleeping. But then she remembered that I was in school and
if there was one thing worse than s student getting a cell-phone call
during school, it was a teacher getting one.
He next idea was to get dressed and march down to confront Steve and
demand an apology. Indeed, as she brushed her teeth and combed her hair
that was her intent until the comb stuck and she realized that there was
cum in her hair as well. Damn!
Forgetting her next move which had been to get dressed, she turned and
started to reach for the shower controls. That was when another idea
came to her.. a much better idea, at least so she thought. The shower
could wait...
Running her hand though her hair, she ruffled it up and made it a mess
again as if she had just gotten up. For a moment she regretted wiping
off the cum from her face but it was too late to do anything about that.
Taking a deep breath, she left the bedroom and headed for the kitchen.
****************
"Good morning Steve," Tammy greeted Steve as she entered the kitchen
where Steve was sitting on a bar stool at the counter reading the paper
with his coffee. She noticed that Steve was wearing a towel but it was
tied loosely and as such it hung between his legs and to his hips,
exposing his legs and hip except where the knot was threatening to come
loose.
"Hmmmmmm, not bad... not bad at all," she said to herself but she worked
hard to keep her admiration of Steve's body a secret.
"Ummmmm, hello!" Steve stammered as a naked Tammy strode into the kitchen
like she owned it. She didn't make any comment about her nudity, nor did
she mention a word about what had happened earlier in the bedroom.
Instead, she went to the coffee-maker, selected a cartridge and started
the cycle to make her cup of coffee. As she waited for the coffee cup to
fill, Tammy turned and smiled sweetly at Steve.
"We didn't get much chance to talk last night," she started out, "Kelly's
told me a lot about you and I suppose she's filled you in on my history
here with her family... am I right?"
Steve was still uncertain how to take it all. What was going on? He
barely knew her yet here she was taking a sip of coffee as she leaned
back against the counter, acting as if being nude around a man she barely
knew was the most natural thing in the world to do. Her face looked
clean so she certainly HAD to know what he'd done but then her hair was a
wreck so it wasn't like she'd showered as he had expected she would want
to do after what he'd done to her.
Meanwhile Tammy was thoroughly enjoying herself. What Steve didn't know
was she was feeling as self-conscious as a teenage virgin. Nudity was
Not something she ever did at home and to stand like this in front of man
she'd only met the night before was WAY out of her comfort zone so far as
she was concerned. She was also well aware that barely out of sight
under the thin towel was the dick that had only minutes before spewed cum
all over her face - while she was sleeping at that.
Steve shifted in his chair. While he had just cum no long before, he
could feel his dick stirring at the sight of the nude older woman in
front of him. She must have been around the same age as his own mother -
making her old enough to be his mother. Personally he thought his
mother's body was in far better shape but it wasn't as if Tammy was fat
and ugly either. Her boobs sagged a bit and she had a little bit of heft
to her butt and thighs but other than the normal signs of aging she was
pretty hot.
Tammy notice the movement and her eyes instinctively moved to his crotch
where she couldn't help but notice the unmistakable tent beginning to
rise before she averted her eyes. She had come in the kitchen with every
intention of teaching Steve a lesson by teasing him a while and then
leaving him with blue balls... but that was so five minutes ago...
Steve's mind was working at warp speed and finally he came to the
decision it was better to beg for forgiveness than wait and have to be at
the receiving end of whatever Tammy must be getting ready to say.
"Look Tammy, I know what you must be thinking and I just wanted to
explain."
"Why I have no idea what you're talking about Steve," Tammy responded
with a devilish grin.
"You know, the face thing."
"Oh! So that was YOU?" she replied, barely able to keep her face rigid as
she wanted to break out in laughter.
Steve couldn't help but roll his eyes a bit before he caught himself.
Yeah right, like who else could it have been, the mailman?
"Well in my defense, you did look irresistibly sexy this morning," Steve
said, trying to sound as complimentary as possible.
"Oh really?" Tammy said, casting our her bait to fish for more
compliments. She was suddenly all the more self-conscious of the fact
that she was standing there stark naked but somehow managed to keep he
hands to her side.
Steve smiled, sensing he was making headway, "I mean like look at you!
You are hot!"
This was more than Tammy could take and she turned away from him without
even thinking about it, then she was aware all she had done was show off
her ass to him instead and if there was one feature of her body she was
most unhappy with, it was her butt. So she turned around again but this
time with her right hand over her left breast, her forearm partially
covering the other.
Steve was thinking to himself, calculating his next move. Well, it was
either go big or go home as they said. Standing up from the stool, he
undid the knot and removed the towel, allowing his now semi-erect cock to
pop out unencumbered.
"Well, if you don't believe me, believe him," he said with a sly grin,
pointing down to his growing dick.
Regardless of the circumstances, Tammy WAS a woman and I can vouch for
the fact that seeing Steve standing naked in front of you is more than
enough to get a woman wet instantly. Tammy was not immune.
"Should we really be doing this" she said softly, her eyes fixated on the
cock in front of her that was rising slowly as it grew. It was more a
question for her than him but Steve responded anyway.
"Ohhhhhh? And just what are we doing?"
Tammy sighed and shook her head. "Let's stop all this silliness and put
our cards on the table, OK?"
Steve just nodded so she continued. "We both know what you did to me
this morning and just so you know, I really didn't appreciate it. I
understand you may be use to Kelly but I'm not into many of the things
she is, including the sex while sleeping thing."
Steve started to say something but she cut him off with a wave of her
hand. "That said, I have to admit I've never had a man WANT to do
something like to me and so in a way I guess I have to take it as a
compliment."
Again Steve's moth started to work but she wouldn't let him get a word in
edgewise. "Face it, we both know why I'm here so it's not like I can
pretend to be all chaste and innocent, but I hope you also realize that
this is NOT something I do on a regular basis... or even an irregular
basis for that matter."
Steve didn't have to be told again so now he just stood there and
listened. His hand went to his crotch without him even realizing what
her as doing and he started to slowly stroke himself, much to the delight
of Tammy even though she felt terribly slutty at the same time.
"Look, if you're going to cum because of me then you could at least do it
do it right and put it where it belongs... and it wouldn't hurt for me to
be awake either."
As Tammy spoke it was like someone else was doing the talking. Was she
really saying all this? She was effectively telling him it was to have
sex with her. This hadn't been part of the game plan. Yes, she would be
committing adultery but it was suppose to be with the only man she had
ever cheated with. Tammy loved her husband and had never even considered
another man before or since she had sex with my dad. In her mind she had
compartmentalized that into something totally unique. To do it again was
more less a repeat of a sin she'd already committed but now she was
coming close to commit adultery with yet another man - and one that could
literally be her son at that!
Steve is pretty sharp and he didn't have to be hit over the head to catch
the drift of what Tammy was offering. Indeed, his dick quickly went to
full mast at the very thought of it. Before Tammy could think any more
about what was about to happen and possibly change her mind, he stepped
forward and put his arms around her naked body, pulling her into him
until his dick was pressed into her and her breasts were squeezed against
his chest.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," he said softly yet firmly in her ear. Tammy
didn't respond so he said, "Tell me... tell me you want me to fuck you."
Tammy could feel Steve's raging erection stabbing her as his hands
lowered to her ass, grabbing each cheek with one hand and pulling her
even harder into him.
"Tell me dammit," he growled this time, "Tell me you want me to fuck
you."
Tammy closed her eyes and whatever resolve she had left faded away. "Do
it... I want you to do it."
That wasn't going to satisfy Steve. "That's not what I said... tell me
you want me to fuck you."
"I want you to... be in me," she said, unable to bring herself to say
those words.
"Say it," Steve said louder this time, "If you want me dick in you then
you have to beg for it."
"Yes... I want to you to fuck me," Tammy broke down, her entire body now
tingling as she wanted that marvelous cock pressing even harder into her
deep inside of her. Whatever it took for that to happen she would do.
"Fuck me Steve... I need your dick in my cunt... fuck me... PLEASE fuck
me!"
Steve knew when to push and when to take what he had. It made him
incredibly horny to see the transformation of this woman right in front
of eyes. It was like one minute she was this tame housewife trying to
act all cool and nonchalant as she stood naked in front of him. She had
been so obviously flustered by her nude scene that it was more amusing
than anything but not to see her become this wanton slut as if a switch
had just been thrown was almost unnerving.
Grabbing Tammy by the waist, he pulled her up onto the counter top and
spread her legs apart. He'd never fucked a woman with this much hair
before and for a moment he hesitated. Did he just push through it, push
it aside with his fingers, or what? Even when he had fucked my mom she
had been rimmed considerably more than Tammy's lush bush.
"Put me in you," he demanded, killing two birds with one stone. Now she
could deal with the pubic hair plus her maintained his dominance of the
situation.
Tammy lifted her legs which Steve took under his arms and lifted them up.
Her hands reached down, the right grabbing Steve's erection while the
other spread her pussy apart. She quickly ran a finger up and down her
slit and then into her pussy, spreading the wetness to prepare for the
intruder about to invade her. She couldn't help but think that when she
had sex with her husband she always required considerable foreplay and
even then the aid of some form of lubrication before she would even
consider letting him try to entre her but now she was as wet as a teenage
in heat! Well, it was not much of a mystery considering what she had in
her hand was considerably bigger and harder than anything her husband
could provide.
Steve just stood there and watched as this wife and mother of two played
with her pussy for a few moments and then guided the head of his dick to
the wet opening between her legs. She pressed it into her but he didn't
push himself in... not yet anyway. Uncertain as to what was going on,
she looked up at him and their eyes met.
"Beg for it," Steve said firmly, "Beg for my dick, tell me what a slut
you are."
Tammy could feel the pressure of Steve's cock against her pussy, enough
to send shivers up her spine yet not quite enough to press her apart
enough to enter her. She wanted to scream at him to push it in and get
it over with. Her pussy felt like it might explode if he didn't push it
in her soon.
"Give me that fat hard dick," she said in a determined voice, "Make me
your slut... your fucking slut. Please me like my husband can't... fuck
me dammit... FUCK ME!"
Later when she would lay back in bed alone and recall everything that
happened, this was perhaps the part that made her feel the most guilty.
It wasn't that she cheated on her husband, it wasn't that she was more
turned on by this younger man than she had been in longer than she could
remember. No, it was saying that her husband didn't please her which
really wasn't true. Granted, their sex life was rather predictable and
unimaginative but he DID please her and she did enjoy their times
together, even though they had slowed to maybe once or twice a month in
the past decade or so.
At that Steve didn't say another word but instead thrust his hips
forward, driving his rigid dick into Tammy to the hilt in one hard
motion. Tammy gasped as suddenly her pussy was filled and she could feel
the base of his dick pressing into her crotch, driving her back onto the
counter a few inches from the sheer power of Steve's initial push into
her.
"Oh god yes... fuck me hard Steve," she gasped, laying her head back with
her eyes tightly shut.
She tried to imagine it was her husband fucking her but it was no use, it
was Steve fucking her and there was no way she could compare what he was
doing to anything that was done to her in the family bed.
Meanwhile, Steve was looking down, watching his cock sliding in and out
of Tammy's hairy pussy in a steady rhythm as he fucked her. He thought
to himself that this was just the third older woman he had ever fucked,
the other two being related to his own wife - her Aunt Linda and her
mother. Then he thought again and corrected himself - Tammy was number
four as he had fucked his own mother once about twelve years before. For
an instant he looked down at Tammy and wondered if this was what it would
be like to fuck his own mother today but quickly pushed that thought
aside. It was one thing to fuck his wife's mother but not his own.
Having just cum less than thirty minutes earlier, Steve felt lucky to be
this hard and even luckier in that he knew he would last longer now than
he would have otherwise. Perhaps it had been the right thing to do to
cum on her earlier as it just made this time all the better.
Tammy opened her eyes and lifted her head, gazing down to where the
younger man was ramming his stiff dick in and out of her. It was almost
surreal, as if she was watching someone else as if it was some sort of
porn video. Yet there was no denying the incredible sensations she was
feeling inside of her that just happened to synchronize with the motion
of Steve's dick. She shouldn't be doing this, that much she knew, but
she also knew she wanted it... she wanted it BAD.
Back when Mary had first contacted her and proposed the idea that she
come to Pittsburgh to celebrate her best friend's husband's birthday her
first instinct had been to refuse. Those days, as much as she had
enjoyed them at the time, were behind her. She had felt guilty at first
about cheating on her husband but then over time the guilt gave way as
she rationalized that what she had done was for her best friend more than
for herself. It wasn't like she had gone out to a bar and picked up a
guy, going to a hotel for adulterous sex. Having done it before, what
could be wrong with doing it again with the same man? Again she would be
doing it as a favor for her best friend, not for herself.
At least that is how she had rationalized it. Never in her wildest
dreams had she imagined anyone else joining in - at least not another
man. She knew Kelly was married, of course, but Mary had also told her
that Steve didn't want to be part of anything involving sex between Kelly
and her dad so she hadn't worried about having to deal with Steve being
part of anything. She hadn't thought about something like this though.
For the first time in her married life, at least as she defined it, Tammy
was committing adultery against her husband. There was no excusing her
actions, no rationalizations that could be made. She was letting this
guy fuck her only to please herself with no regard for anyone else or to
help anyone but herself. This was sex for HER, pure and simple. She
might regret it later but at this very moment the only thing she wanted
was more of what Steve was giving her. A LOT more!
"Let me ride you," she gasped.
Steve looked up at her and grinned. Pulling out of her, he allowed her
legs to drop to the floor. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her into the
living room as there was no way he was going to lay on the cold tile
floor of the kitchen.
"God I love that dick," Tammy moaned as Steve laid back, grabbing a
pillow from the couch for under his head.
With his arms to his side to steady himself, his dick was standing up at
a 45 degree angle or so towards his head, almost quivering form being so
hard and stiff.
There was no debate as to reverse or normal cowgirl for Tammy as the last
thing she wanted was to have her butt in Steve's face. Far better to
have her boobs hanging in his face, even if they did sag considerably
more than they had back when she was his age. Kneeling down and
straddling his waist, she reached between her legs and directed his cock
once again inside of her, dropping down and sitting on his crotch as soon
as he was in her.
"Feel good in there?" she asked Steve, grinning wide. Steve just smiled
and grunted as she rotated her wide hips around, grinding into him and
moving his cock within her. This was something she didn't get to do at
home. Sex with her husband meant missionary style - and only missionary
style. To be on top of Steve, to control the speed and depth of his cock
moving inside of her, was a special sensation for her.
Leaning over with her hands on his shoulders, Tammy let her boobs hang
down into Steve's face, letting his lick and suck on her nipples as she
swayed side to side to drag them over his face. She'd always had larger
than average boobs, even as a teen, and as she got older it seemed they
got even bigger, albeit less firm.
As Steve toyed with her breasts, Tammy was rocking on Steve's cock,
driving it deep inside of he and then lifting up until it was just barely
inside of her. A few times she overdid it and it would slip out but
Steve would quickly hold it back up under her so she could get it back in
her as quickly as possible.
Tammy was getting into it more and more and before long she wanted it
differently so to Steve's surprise she lifted herself off of his dick and
moved off of him. She got on all fours with her ass facing him, at this
point no longer caring what it looked like to him, "
"Fuck me like a dog, Steve," she encouraged him with a wiggle to her big
butt, "Put it in me from behind."
Steve grinned as this motherly slut literally was demanding that he fuck
her. No longer was she doing it because he insisted on her saying it.
Noooooo, now she was saying it because she wanted it which made him all
the more horny - if that was possible. Damn, he hadn't had a fuck like
this .... well, since never. This was truly a unique situation for him.
Moving in behind her, he pushed aside her ample butt cheeks to expose her
wet, now well-fucked pussy. Grabbing his cock by the base, he aimed it
and hit the mark, once again sinking deep inside of he before his lower
belly ran into her butt.
Tammy had dropped down to her elbows, letting her ass poke up towards
Steve to make it easier for him to enter her. She rocked on her elbows
as Steve once again took control of the rhythm. This time though, before
he had gone on very long the motion began to speed up and become more
urgent. Tammy was no virgin and she knew the signs and what was about to
happen.
"Cum inside of me Steve," she moaned over her shoulder, "Stay in me... I
want it in me."
Steve was fucking her bareback and since they had not talked much at all
before this he had no idea where she was in terms of fertility and
protection. Oh well, she was asking for it so she must be OK with it so
who was he to argue?
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" he groaned hoarsely as his dick began to fill
Tammy's pussy with his cum. Tammy closed her eyes and focused on nothing
but what was happening to her, trying to feel the hot sperm as it was
shot into her from Steve's dick. It was hard to feel anything as hot and
crazy as she felt but she knew what was happening.
"Damn!" Steve gasped as he pulled out once he had unloaded into her. He
just dropped to the living room floor on his back, completely exhausted.
Tammy looked at him hungrily, seeing his cock wet with the coating of
sperm and her pussy wetness. At this point her husband would roll over
and go to sleep while she went to the bathroom to wash up.
Not today.
Turning around while staying on all fours, Tammy moved over and lowered
her head to Steve's crotch. The smell of sex overwhelmed her as she took
his dick in her mouth and tasted it. It was wonderful! After cleaning
him off thoroughly and catching the few remaining drops of cum that she
squeezed out of it (she wasn't totally against eating cum, just that she
wanted it under HER terms), she sat back on her hip with her legs
stretched out, looking at the naked younger man before her.
"Damn, I just let him fuck me!" she exclaimed under her breath, as much
in amazement as in disbelief. There was no doubt the time was coming
when she would feel guilty about this but not at this moment. No, now
she felt more like a woman than she had for years.
**********************
Later that afternoon I returned home and the apartment was as quiet as a
library. No sign of Steve or Tammy. Hmmmmmm, where were they?
As it turned out they were both in the bedroom, almost hidden by the
covers over them. I gently pulled them back, trying not to wake them. I
smiled to myself as I saw they were both naked and Tammy was laying
besides my husband with her arm and leg drape over him. I had a pretty
good idea of what had happened at some point during the day and I
couldn't wait to hear about it!
Chapter 5 - A Surprise Show For My Dad
======================================
My dad would be home from work no later than 7:00 so I wanted to be there
at least a half hour ahead of time which meant leaving home by 6:15 at
the very latest assuming he typical south side traffic cooperated for
once. My dad knew it was his birthday and a such we would be doing
SOMETHING for him as we always did. The key was that this year would be
something special ad hopefully he admit a clue. My dad's pretty sharp so
even a playful hint or two was all it would take to alert him.
By now the pair that had previously been in my bed had showered and were
dressed. Steve was the first to join me as I waited in the kitchen
rather impatiently. He was wearing a new pair of jeans and a long-
sleeved flannel shirt together with a grin from ear to ear. Talk about
the proverbial cat who just ate the canary!
"I'm guessing you had a good time today while I was slaving away in
class," I teased him.
"What can I say?" Steve replied, shrugging his broad shoulders and his
lifting his hands, "Besides, apparently I wasn't the first one to take
advantage of the opportunity."
I couldn't help but grin a that and said, "Sorry, I suppose you would
have want to watch."
"Ya think? Steve answered, feigning exasperation, "When have I EVER
passed on watching you with another girl?"
He leaned over to kiss me, fondling my boobs in the process. I was still
wearing my long dress from school but the offending (though mandatory)
bra had long since been consigned to the laundry basket. I loved it when
he just grabbed for them whenever he could, especially when we were
somewhere that Miss Manners wouldn't necessarily approve of his boldness.
"Careful there my horny husband, I don't have time for another shower."
"Yes, he is one horny SOB, isn't he?" I heard as Tammy entered the
kitchen. She was dressed no with her hair and makeup in place, looking
incredibly sexy in a tight white blouse that was just sheer enough to
show off the black bra underneath. A pair of black slacks kept things
casual but the heels kept it from being TOO casual.
"Well I'm glad my husband satisfied you, at least I assume he did."
Tammy moved over to Steve and playfully patted him on the crotch. The
message couldn't be any clearer.
It was time to get moving so I grabbed my dad's birthday card and we put
on our coats and headed out to my car. Tammy went for the back seat but
Steve insisted that she sit up front with me. The traffic was heavy but
no more than usual so in less than twenty minutes we were at my dad's
house. Technically I guess it was mine as well given I'd lived there from
the time I was born but now that I was married and on my own so I
referred to it as his.
There was no need to hide the car as my dad would be expecting me to be
there so I pulled over to the side at the bottom of the driveway by the
garage. We entered through the garage side door and made our way through
the basement and then up the creaky stairs to the first floor where my
Aunt Linda was waiting.
"He just called," she said excitedly as soon as we shut the door behind
us, "He'll be here in ten minutes... max."
According to our well-laid plans, we were to go to dinner and then return
home where he would be surprised by Tammy. It was tempting to just dump
then entire idea and have her greet him at the door but at the same time
I'd looked so forward to surprising him later that I fought back the
impulsiveness and we hustled Tammy off to my bedroom. Even though it was
right next to his bedroom, it was also probably the one room in the house
I could count on him NOT going into while preparing for dinner.
The three of us left Tammy and took a seat at the kitchen table just in
time as my dad drove down the driveway and into the garage. A few
minutes later he followed our footsteps upstairs and opened the door
leading into the hallway between the kitchen and the front entrance.
"Happy Birthday Daddy!" I got up and greeted up with a big hug and then a
sloppy kiss on the lips.
"Hey baby," he said to me when he was finally able to separate himself
from my lip lock, "So you remembered."
I just rolled my eyes at that and then Steve shook his hand and wished
him happy birthday followed by my aunt who hugged and gave him a kiss of
her own.
"So daddy, get ready, we have to be at the restaurant in 45 minutes," I
said, pushing him apart from my aunt who seemed to be trying to see how
long she could kiss him without coming up for air.
With a grin he hustle upstairs and soon we could hear the shower running.
One thing about a house that was almost 100 years old - not a lot of
sound deadening in the construction.
It was only another ten minutes or so and he was back. Men have it so
lucky when it comes to getting ready to go out - no makeup, easy hair,
and no hard decisions about what to wear. He had on his customary suit
and tie, one of what had to be more than a dozen in his closet.
We took my dad's SUV with my Aunt Linda in front and me and Steve in the
back. Dinner was relatively uneventful at one of the classier
restaurants overlooking the city. What made it fun was watching my dad.
Throughout the meal he tried to act nonchalant but I could tell he was
waiting for something "special". What I would dream up he had no clue
but he seemed fairly certain that at some point in dinner either my aunt
or me would do something crazy for his birthday.
Little did my dad know that it was all part of the plan. Had I done
something like give him a hand-job under the table or fucked him in the
men's room I'm sure he wouldn't have objected but what would be the
surprise in that? At one point or another I'd done just about everything
imaginable with him in a restaurant Well, that is except to do NOTHING.
By the time the check arrived it was becoming apparent to my dad that
indeed, nothing was going to happen, not even a flash for the waiter
(which wouldn't have been difficult given the way he kept looking down my
aunt's dress when he poured the wine). He didn't say anything but I
couldn't help but feel a little guilty in that I had disappointed him -
at least for now. Yes, I knew he would soon realize the truth but for the
moment I wondered if I was doing the right thing.
The trip home was relatively quiet. I was afraid that if I said anything
the excitement building in me would come through in my voice. Steve,
seeing me keeping my mouth shut followed my lead. Up in the front seat
my aunt was talking about the dinner and the inadequacy of one of the
waiters but other than that the conversations were rather restrained. My
dad seemed to be sulking. For a guy his age you would think he would not
be acting like some spurned teenager but there you go. It just goes to
show that when it comes to sex, men never grow up!
*******************
I was ready to burst by the time we arrived back at my dad's home. We
had talked with Tammy about how she should appear to my dad when he first
saw here and there were a number of possibilities. The ideas ranged from
simply sitting at the table in her customary conservative "soccer mom"
attire to standing in the doorway naked with a rose in her teeth.
Neither of THOSE ideas, of course, had been chosen but that left a pretty
broad range in between.
So what was awaiting us? Actually we hadn't settled on any single idea
but rather came to the conclusion that it was best left to Tammy based on
how she was feeling after being alone in the house for a couple of hours
while the rest of us were all out to dinner.
The first hint that our plans were out the window came as we drove down
the driveway. Lo and behold, there was Kristi's car.
We had asked her long before if she had wanted to be part of my dad's
birthday surprise but she claimed to have "other arrangements". What
those could possibly be that could be so important that she would miss my
dad's birthday, especially with the surprise we had planned for him, I
had no idea. Lately I'd been suspicious of some of her activities.
Since I'd moved out to live with my husband she was out at times when I
tried to see her and her excuses were becoming more and more difficult to
believe. There was only one reason why I could imagine she would be
keeping secrets from me - she was back whoring herself again. She knew
how I felt about her going back to her old "profession" but then I knew
she had loved the excitement and the money.
Well, it appeared that she had changed her mind and showed up anyway.
That threw in a whole new set of possibilities. When had she arrived?
What had she concocted with Tammy in the meantime?
It didn't take long to find out. No sooner than we had walked into the
basement family room than out popped Kristi wearing her birthday suit and
by that I mean, the suit she was born in. The only thing she was wearing
was a grin and black high heels. I had to admit, she looked incredible!
"Happy birthday Uncle John!" she greeted him with one hand on her hip and
the other playing with her hair as she took on her best "fuck me" pose.
My dad turned back to look at her mom and me. He shook his head and
pointed his finger at us accusingly.
"Ahhhhhh, so THIS is what you've had up your sleeves all night. You guys
really had me going there."
Little did he know that neither of us had a clue Kristi would be here.
What we WERE wondering was... where was Tammy?
Kristi reached out her hand to my dad and when he took it, she pulled him
towards the stairs.
"C'mon Uncle John, I've got something you might want to watch," she said
in a sultry tone. It was no wonder she had made such a great career as a
high-end prostitute (and maybe was once again), the girl really knew how
to work it.
As we followed my aunt and I exchanged glances. Neither of us knew what
was going on. I wondered if she had caught what Kristi had said. The
girl hadn't invited my dad to bed or offered to SHOW him something. No,
she had distinctly said there was something for him to WATCH.
Poor Steve just tagged along at the end of the procession. I knew he
wasn't all that thrilled about what I had planned to be doing with my
dad. What I mean is he wasn't too happy about participating. He most
likely would have been more than happy to have stayed home but for two
reasons. Once, he had to come as my new husband or my dad would have
been suspicious as he knew Steve didn't want to be part of anything
between me and my dad. Then there was my promise that my aunt would take
care of him while Tammy and I attended to my dad. He would never turn
down any opportunity to be with his favorite older woman!
As we made it to the first floor and headed up the stairs to the second,
I started to conjure up the most likely scenario. There really cold be
only one possibility considering the broad hint Kristi had dropped. She
and Tammy must have worked out something between them, most likely a
girl-girl scene just for my dad's enjoyment. Like what guy doesn't love
to see two women having sex? For that matter, what woman doesn't?
Sure enough, I heard my dad gasp as he followed Kristi's bare ass up the
stairs. Then he clapped his hands and turned back to my aunt who was
right behind him.
"Nice.... VERY nice... I would have NEVER guessed."
I wanted to see that he wasn't the only one but by then we were in the
bedroom and sure enough, there was Tammy waiting on the bed. Knowing
Tammy as I did, I would have expected her to be wearing a sexy negligee
but instead she was almost naked with the exception of a bra and heels.
The bra was one of those lace push-ups you see advertised at Victoria
Secret and the heels looked perfect for bed as I couldn't even imagine
trying to walk in them with the heels being at least six inches and so
narrow they would poke a hole in most floors.
Tammy was laying on her side with her arm supporting her head, the bottom
leg stretched out and her upper leg raised with her foot on her other
knee which gave a blatant view of one the biggest surprise of the evening
- she was shaved! Well, not quite but it was trimmed down to about
nothing. Actually that was probably a pretty good idea as I could only
imagine how irritated her skin would be to shave it now after all these
years.
"Whoa!" I heard escape from Steve behind me. I turned to look at him and
saw his eyes were fixated on the older woman in the bed, even though
Kristi was standing at the end of the bed stark naked without the benefit
of even a bra.
My turned to me and Aunt Linda and smiled. "Alright, so whose idea was
this?"
Aunt Linda stepped back and put out her hand upward in my direction as if
she was introducing me. "It was all Kelly... with a little help from
your ex just so you know."
"Soooooo...." my dad said as he released his breath finally.
"Just have a seat and enjoy the show Uncle John," Kristi answered for us.
The room was lit with maybe a dozen candles so even with the overhead
light out the room was well lit. My dad took the seat of honor - the
only chair in the room for that matter while my aunt leaned against the
dresser and I backed into Steve as he rested against the wall by the open
door.
If there was any doubt my cousin is a "pro" (not there was any), it was
dispelled over the next half hour or so. It was one of the most sexual,
erotic, mesmerizing and downright HOT display of two women having sex
that I've EVER seen. There was nothing titillating or naughty about it,
like when I have watched my aunt and cousin with younger girls. This was
sex between two consenting ADULTS that was everything you think about
when you think of lesbian sex.
It started with Kristi taking the lead - not much of a surprise there.
Laying in the bed alongside Tammy, she gently pressed the older woman
onto her back and then leaned over her and kissed her. As the kiss
intensified, Kristi lifted one leg and draped in over Tammy's, pressing
her crotch into Tammy's hip bone with a definite push.
As they kissed they each were running their hands over the other's body.
While both paid ample attention to the other's breasts, for the moment
they both steered clear of their crotches. Oh they came close - so close
as to tease their audience. Like Kristi would reach down and put her
hand on Tammy's knee and the slowly work her hand up her thigh, moving in
and out and then along the inner regions until she was within a fraction
of an inch of Tammy's pussy but then would veer off and move to her hip
or upwards towards her belly and then further up to her boobs.
Kristi lifted her head and then turned to check that we were all watching
- as if it were possible NOT to stare at them both. With a slight grin
she turned back to Tammy and began to lick and suck on her nipples.
Pulling on them gently with her teeth, she would stretch them out and
then let them snap back into place after which she would quickly begin
sucking on it again.
After a while it was Tammy's turn as Kristi laid on her back and let
Tammy return the favor. Tammy wouldn't look in our direction but she had
to know all three of us were mesmerized.
Meanwhile none of us said a word or hardly even moved except to shift our
weight. My dad was leaning forward in his chair with his elbows on his
knees while supporting his chin with one hand. I could feel Steve's
breathing quicken behind me and so I reached behind me and pressed my
hands against the front of his pants. Mmmmmmm, he was hard as a rock!
Through some unspoken signal they simultaneously pulled apart and the
moment we'd all been waiting for arrived. Tammy, being older and a
little heavier, took the bottom while Kristi went on top and they began
to 69. Neither of them hesitated for a moment before they plunged their
faces into the other's pussy and nosily began to lap and suck.
Not for the first time I wondered how much they had "practiced" while we
were out to dinner. So far as I knew, Tammy and Kristi had never had sex
before when she had visited and they seemed all too comfortable which
other for this to be the first time. Well, maybe for Kristi it wasn't a
big deal but I couldn't see Tammy just diving into a girl's pussy the way
she did without having done it before - even if by "before" it was only
an hour or so ago.
Under any other circumstance I couldn't imagine just sitting here and
watching them without jumping in myself but this was for my dad so
somehow I found the willpower. When it comes to voyeurism, I like to be
the one who is watched, not doing the watching myself.
Tammy was the first to cum and she dropped her head back into the pillow
from Kristi's wet pussy as she moaned and cried out as Kristi's tongue
drove her crazy with pleasure. Kristi was poking two fingers into Tammy
as she licked and sucked on her clit, not showing any mercy as Tammy
actually begged her to stop. She might THINK she needed to stop but
Kristi wasn't buying it. Tammy's hips began to thrust up, almost
throwing Kristi off balance with the force. It was like she was being
fucked by it was Kristi's fingers in her, not some guy's dick.
My hands were rubbing Steve's erection and I could feel him squirming
behind me. "Hot, aren't they?" I whispered over my shoulder to him. He
just nodded, probably not trusting his voice.
As Tammy laid there gasping, Kristi lifted up her head and saucily liked
Tammy's wetness from her mouth. Looking over at me and Steve, her eyes
focused on Steve.
"God I need to cum... can you make me cum Steve?"
I took this to mean the show was over. The guys were both hard as pipe
now so mission accomplished so far as Tammy and Kristi were concerned.
My aunt stepped forward and moved over to me and Steve, gently but firmly
separating us.
"Let's go to Kelly's room," she said to Steve as Kristi appeared at her
side. The two of them each took and arm and disappeared around the
corner, leaving me and Tammy with my dad. Once more I was amazed at my
aunt's intuitiveness. She knew full well that Steve wouldn't want to
stay to watch my dad and me with Tammy so she took care of him in a way
few guys ever get to experience - a mom and daughter threesome.
Chapter 6 - My Dad Finally Gets His "Present"
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For a moment the room was silent as Tammy recovered from her intense
orgasm and turned on her side once more. She looked at me and smiled,
then nodded towards my dad. I looked and saw that he was standing now,
his erection obvious as it pushed out against the dress pants he was
wearing.
"Well, what do you think of your birthday present daddy?"
My dad reached for me and kissed me briefly and then looked over at Tammy
again. "I can't believe they got you to come out here for this."
Tammy shrugged and smiled back, rolling her eyes slightly. "Trust me
John, I can hardly believe it either."
My dad, ever the gentlemen, help unzip my dress in back and slip it off.
He nodded in approval as he saw I was sans a bra but wearing a sexy
thong. Usually when I was with him like this it was the opposite -
missing panties but with a bra or something else on top, or else I was
totally nude.
"You know, you good in a thong baby," he complimented me. Well, it WAS
his birthday so of course I would wear what turned him on, no matter how
uncomfortable it may be.
Without another word my dad stripped down and both Tammy and I couldn't
help but fixate on the raging erection between his legs. Yeah, he was
ready alright!
"Why don't you lay down daddy?" I offered. I knew he loved me to call
him "daddy" when we had sex, even though normally he was "dad".
I stripped off the thong, removed my heels and got up on the bed beside
him. Tammy sat up, reached behind her back to unhook her bra and removed
it along with her heels as well. The two of us lay on each side of him
with our heads in position over his dick. For the next ten minutes (I'm
guessing here, not like we had a time clock going) we took turns
worshiping my father's cock. Tammy wasn't able to take him all the way
in as I could but then I would have to say that I was pretty certain I
had a LOT more experience under my belt when it came to sucking dicks.
Tammy was the first to feel his dick in her, I made sure of that. With
him still on his back she straddled him and sat up straight as I guided
my father's cock into her almost bare pussy. She moaned loudly as first
the head worked its way ion and then inch by inch the rest of his stiff
shaft disappeared inside of her as she dropped down on him.
"Oh God Tammy... your pussy feels so damn good!" my dad sighed as she
started to rock on his cock, working her hips in a circular motion around
the dick that had her pinned in place like a butterfly in a collection.
Tammy leaned forward until her breasts were pressing against my dad's
hairy chest and then they kissed passionately as he worked his cock in
her pussy. I played with my dad's balls as I watched him appear and then
disappear.
"Oh John... I want you to fuck me... fuck me John... please fuck me."
Tammy may have started out on top but that was evidently just to get him
in her to start. I knew from her past visits that in her heart she was a
missionary woman though. My dad did as well and took the hint and they
rolled over in bed until he was on top - his dick staying her during the
entire move. Once they were in position he began pumping in and out of
her.
"That's it John... this is what I wanted!"
My dad got up on his knees, pulling Tammy's legs yup and over his
shoulders as he grabbed her ass with both hands and humped her. That
left her boobs exposed which I took full advantage of, leaning over her
to suck on them. As I did, I reached with my hand down to her crotch,
feeling my dad's dick with my fingertips as it moved in and out of her.
"Oh god... like that!" she groaned. I wasn't sure if she was referring
to the way I was now tickling her clit or how my dad was thrusting
himself as deeply into her as possible but I doubted she meant for either
of us to stop. Indeed, within minutes she was cumming again.
By now I was so horny I was ready to scream. I guess I COULD have laid
back and masturbated but that just seemed silly with my dad's hard dick
right there in front of me. Once it seemed Tammy was about done I patted
my dad's hairy butt and looked him in the eyes.
"My turn daddy," was all I had to say. Pulling out of Tammy, he moved
over to me and pulled my legs up by the ankles until my butt was on his
thighs as he kneeled between my legs. I reached down and positioned his
dick until lit was right at the entrance to my waiting wet pussy.
"Push daddy," I told him as if he needed any instruction on fucking me.
Over the past ten years he'd fucked me far more than any other guy - even
my husband (but that's only because he had a nine year head start). If
there was one man in the universe who knew how to fuck me well, it was my
dad.
"Damn," I heard Tammy say under her breath as my dad began to pump his
dick in me like a wildcat oil well. I turned my head to see her sitting
up with her legs under her. "Sorry, it's just sometimes I can't get over
what the two of you do." Indeed, when Tammy had first learned that my
parents were involved in incest I thought she was going to run for the
airport. She simply couldn't believe my dad had sex with me - not to
mention a couple of my cousins and my mom's own sister. Even when she
grew accustomed to the idea and we would discuss incest in more general
manner, she wouldn't even consider discussing her sons in any form of
sexual manner.
Sometimes it's best to say nothing so I just grinned and enjoyed my dad's
dick in me. While I enjoy missionary, I prefer it more as the closing
act when the man came in me. There is more of a submissive feeling to
have the man dominating you which went along with the act of his mating
me that just made the position seem more natural than any other.
As such, when I pushed my dad off of me just a bit, he got the message
and pulled out, waiting to see what I would want next. It wasn't hard to
figure out as I got on all fours facing Tammy after which he quickly
moved in behind me and resumed fucking me.
"Let me lick you," I said to her as softly as I could under the
circumstances. Tammy seemed unsure what I was saying but then she seemed
to get the message. Scooting up towards me, she put her legs to either
side of me and even pushed one of the pillows under her butt to make it
easier for me.
God she tasted good!
As horny as my dad was I was surprised he lasted as long as he did but
before long the telltale signs began to emerge - the gasps, the faster
motion, the harder the thrusts. As much as I wanted him to cum in me,
this was his birthday and I hadn't arranged for his "present" just to let
the opportunity to pass him by. I could have his cum almost any time I
wanted it but a chance to mate with Tammy didn't come along very often.
Lifting my head from Tammy's pussy, I moved forward to let my dad's dick
flop out of me. For a moment the empty sensation in my pussy overwhelmed
me and I almost said the heck with it and put him back in but seeing
Tammy's nude body in front of me I resisted the temptation.
"In her daddy," I said as he looked at me as if uncertain what I was
trying to do, "I want you to cum in Tammy."
For a moment I thought maybe Tammy was going to say something. It was
one thing to be nude for a man, another to suck him and yet another to
let him penetrate you with his dick. Yet all that paled in comparison to
letting him cum inside of you. Allowing a man to literally mate you was
gather most submissive and intimate act a woman can share with a man.
Regardless of whether there is any chance of pregnancy (and Tammy had
confirmed she was on the pill) you were still being mated. I knew
Tammy's views on adultery and there was no greater sin than to allow a
man other than her husband to release his sperm within her.
Well, it didn't matter what she was about to say because my dad was not
to be denied. He was so close to cumming, maybe even in the act as it
was, that he literally threw Tammy back against the pillows at the head
of the bed and pushed himself inside of her as quickly as he could
without another word to her. Almost instantly he groaned and I saw his
ass clenching as he began to spew his sperm inside of her.
How Tammy may have felt earlier no longer mattered. She was so far gone
now after two orgasms and repeated sex that all she seemed to care about
was the organ inside of her and the sperm she was allowing to be shot
inside of her. Her legs wrapped around my dad and pulled him into her,
as if she was trying to pull his dick even deeper inside of her to drive
his cum even further in her.
"Oh yes fuck me John... fuck me... fuck me," she kept repeating over and
over like she was saying a liturgy.
Finally my dad collapsed but he managed to fall to the side of her so as
to keep his weight from smothering her. As he did his cum-covered cock
emerged. I didn't hesitate. Moving in between her legs, I put my face u
against her pussy and pushed my tongue into her, trying to get as much of
my dad's cum from her as I could.
God she smelled so strong of sex! It was like sensory overload as I
licked and tasted her as my dad's cum began to emerge from within her.
My dad may have been through but Tammy wasn't. I felt her hands on my
head as she pushed me tighter into her crotch and then finally orgasm
number three hit her.
Tammy turned, her eyes tightly shut as she reached down to her crotch and
palmed it, rubbing it with her hand. My dad turned towards her and put
his arms around her, pulling her head to his shoulder as he fondled her
butt with one hand and played with her hair with the other.
While a threesome can be fun - as was just proven, the old "two's company
but three's a crowd" eventually applies. It was time of me to make my
exit and leave the two of them alone. It seemed they were both finished
for the night anyway.
Checking out my own bedroom, I saw a somewhat similar sight. There was
my husband arm in arm with my aunt in the middle of my bead. Steve
looked to be sleeping while my aunt was fading in and out. Kristi was
sitting on the edge of the bed and she laughed softly as I entered.
"So you were odd man out too I see."
I smiled wryly as that was probably a good way of looking at it. Kristi
stood up and came over to me. Putting her hand between my legs, she
pushed a finger up into me and I jumped slightly at the sensation.
"What do you say we young'uns go downstairs and have some fun?" We did.
THE END
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