Subject: Mike and His Stepdaughter Emily (Mf, incest)
Written by: Mike Thomson <crikey_2004@hotmail.com>
Posted by: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of
this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.
This work is copyrighted to the author ©2010. It may be posted to non-commercial
"free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites so long as no changes
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Table of Contents:
Mike's e-mails with Kelly
Mike's Fantasy About Raising His Stepdaughter Emily
Chapter 1 - Painting With Emily
Chapter 2 - Donna Lets Emily Watch
Chapter 3 - Emily Learns to Suck Cock
Chapter 4 - DOnna Her Nephew
Chapter 5 - Incest Spreads Amongst Our Family
Chapter 6 - Preparing to Take Emily's Virginity
Chapter 7 - Family Orgy
Chapter 8 - Deflowering Emily
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From: Mike Thomson <crikey_2004@hotmail.com>
To: pghkelly@yahoo.com
Sent: Thu, November 26, 2009 2:53:14 PM
Subject: once again I ""find" you
Good morning and happy Thanksgiving from the Middle East.
I was doing bad things (as far as the Navy is concerned) by reading porn online
while I'm stuck out here in the desert and I stumbled across a website (on
asstr-mirror.org) that, while reading, made me realize I've corresponded with you a few
years ago. Gosh, now that I think about it, I even had a phone number that I
never used. (I dialed it once and it rang, but I hung up then threw the number
away).
I saw your survey and would have completed it, because it looks like fun. What
I didn't want to do though was send in a survey for just anybody to read all
about me. Same boat as you... I like my public life to be separate from my
fantasy or "real" life... I guess I wouldn't HAVE to provide my full name, but
I'm anal when it comes to forms. Ask me for my name and I just give it, ya
know? That's why I keep this special email address for stuff I dont need
everyone knowing about...
Anyway, the reason I am writing is I want to know more about your religious
beliefs. I remember either talking to you or reading about the whole Love thy
father and Mother stuff and you justified yourself superbly. What about the 'Do
not commit adultery' thing? If you're having sex with married men, you are just
as much an adulterer as they are, aren't you? I'm not judging, because I'm a
'recovering' adulterer, but I really am interested. Also, I've always been a
Christian (in that I believe in God and Jesus) but I'm one of those that will
jump up and proclaim that I'm the worst Christian ever. That's because I cant
get past sins of the flesh so I'm aware that I'll be probably be judged pretty
harshly when my time comes. I'd love it if you could talk Christianity in a way
that gets my spirit flowing, while at the same time being someone I know isn't
all holier-than-thou... Like the, "practice abstinance and be a total dweeb like
me" Christian who's idea of the best time ever would be to polish the Church
silver on a Friday night AND Saturday morning...
Anyway, stay safe and it would be neat to hear back from you if you get time.
Best wishes,
Mike
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From: Mike Thomson <crikey_2004@hotmail.com>
To: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Sent: Thu, November 26, 2009 10:25:13 PM
Subject: Committing Adultery With Emily
I've masturbated to thoughts of my step-daughter Emily for years, in fact she was the focus of my sexual 'obsession' for a couple of years. I wrote porn stories with her in the starring role, I collected hours and hours of video of her nude and after talking with her about sexual matters, would re-run the discussions in my head for hours at a time. But not now.
The turning point for me was after I came clean with my wife Donna about my adultery. She also found out about the pictures I had of Emily while she was poring through my computer, attempting to validate (or prove me a liar) my version of how, why and how often I messed around on her.
Donna told Emily about my adultery (not the pictures though, for whatever reason) and Emily's response was that Donna should divorce me and take everything she can. Via Donna, I found out that Emily considers me the scum of the Earth... completely the opposite of how she used to act around me. That broke my heart, I guess you could say. I can’t be attracted to someone who hates me with the vehemence that Emily seems to.
That didn’t stop Emily from confiding to her mother about 3 months later, that
she'd been having an affair of her own with her boss. Yes, she's married. Her
husband left her about a month after she confided to my wife... there was some
sort of big blowup where he called her out on her infidelity, took what he could
and moved out. Emily went straight to Donna for money to survive on because her
paycheck wasn't/isn't enough to keep her in the standard to which she has become
accustomed.
It never even bothered Emily that by taking money from Donna, she's getting my
money because Donna doesn't work... Emily needs to do what Emily needs to do...
If she saw me again when I get back to the U.S. I don’t doubt she'd suck up to
me again because she knows I liked to give her anything I possibly could. So
I'm keeping my distance from her even after I return home. I can’t help but want
to see her happy, but it still hurts that my favorite step-child hates me.
Occasionally though, I admit that I've attempted to picture Donna while
masturbating and ended up with Emily's body in my head instead.
regarding your take on adultery... I thought adultery was adultery. If one person cheats on their partner, they are having an adulterous affair... and it takes two (or more) to have an affair, even if the act of sex happens just once. So my thinking was that both partners were equally guilty of adultery... Anything else sounds like a technicality to me... I'm learning all about a female's perspective on technicalities from Donna :)
Have a wonderful day,
Mike
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From: Mike Thomson <crikey_2004@hotmail.com>
To: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Sent: Fri, November 27, 2009 3:24:27 AM
Subject: Emily and Donna
Actually, I don't fantasize about a threesome with my step-daughter Emily and my wife Donna. If there was ever interest expressed, I'd start all sorts of fantasy scenarios. But real life intrudes too much for that. I can't get past the fact that I know my wife too well to imagine with any 'realism' such a scenario. Donna is a puritan. The final straw in her last marriage was when her then husband accused her of sleeping with her son, Ben. That was it for her, she's told me before. She made it sound like incest was a bigger sin than murder. On the other hand, Emily would probably sleep with either Donna or Ben. She's never made a secret of the fact that she likes girls nearly as much as guys and she doesn't have much of a limit as to what she'll do. In fact her porn collection revolved more around females than males. I really cant ever imagine things going back to the way they were when I used to dream about Emily all the time, although sometimes I wish they would.
I'm fascinated by the concept of being active in the pseudo world of pornography and yet being a good, active Christian. Maybe that's because I'd like to be too :)
Have a wonderful day,
Mike
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From: Mike Thomson <crikey_2004@hotmail.com>
To: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Sent: Fri, November 27, 2009 10:22:09 AM
Subject: RE: Church
Hi Ms. Kelly,
I guess the difference in my mind between being sexually active and being traditionally Christian is the scope. I'm used to a Christian having sex with their spouse and that's it. You have sex with your parents and your close family members, which you justify well, and then you're also sexually active with others you're not married to. I see it as being 'right' to give and receive pleasure from willing family members, but questionable about the other. The Christian 'sanctity of marriage' quote from the bible springs to mind. I dont mean offence but I cant agree with you about the adultery thing from what you've said so far. It just seems like you're using what you consider a loophole to engage in adultery. If sex with married men is your thing, then have at it! Your diary leads to orgasm for lots of readers!
If I were a 'typical conservative Christian' I doubt I'd be enjoying fiction written by the founder of the Church of Scientology, expressing interest in sex with animals, BDSM, incest, blackmail, or even getting my wife to suck my cock for more than 15 seconds at a time (since that doesn't lead to the procreation of God's children). Thinking about her slipping her lips around my shaft really does get me worked up though. It's the closest thing I have to a fantasy life anymore, it seems. I've been without intercourse since March or early April of this year and my fantasies now revolve around seeing her tits and feeling her lips. Once I have that again, it'll probably spur me on to further fantasies. Like what they say about porn... an addict's tastes have to keep escalating to achieve the same result.
Mostly though, to reach a climax, I just read stories that others write and enjoy the second-hand fantasy value. I used to write myself, but now I rely on leeching from others. Oh, I have managed to get Donna to write the words 'cock' and 'pussy' in an email. She's written dirty things before like "I'd like to feel your dick in my twat again", but those words dont work for me... a dick is what a little bboy has and a twat? What the heck is that? Seeing cock and pussy and fuck on the screen from that particular woman's keyboard is arousing to me... and a little concerning, I have to admit. I used to fantasize about walking in on my daughter masturbating in the bath and her asking me if she could use my cock for some relief... now I'm fantasizing about my own wife calling her vagina a pussy? I must be regressing by leaps and bounds!
I was about to press the send button when I thought, it would sure be nice to know what the person I'm talking looks like. Then I thought that if that was going through my mind, maybe you'd be interested too, so I attached one of the only pictures I have of myself (I'm the white guy). Then I figured I may as well attach a pic of Donna too. That's her sitting with her son Ben, who'd just woken up :) It seems that I dont have a picture of Emily on my laptop.
Have a great day,
Mike
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Submitted By: Mike Thomson <crikey_2004@hotmail.com>
Sent: Sat, November 28, 2009 2:59:24 PM
Chapter 1 - Painting With Emily
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Of all the things in this world, our children are surely one of the most special. Would we really choose making payments on a more exotic car over ensuring our children have the best of everything we can provide them with? Really; our car is never more important than the needs of our children. Would we let our children wear rags rather than new clothes, just to save a few bucks, even when we could afford them, just because we know they grow out of everything we buy anyway?
We all do what we can for our children because they’re an extension of ourselves. We made them. From love came a child and we feed them love just as surely as we feed them sustenance. So why, as they get older, do we roll the dice on how they’re going to react to raging hormones? We allow our daughters to go to Junior High wearing things that we would only have worn when desperately seeking to seduce someone, or as a male, to be seduced by. Yet every day, young girls are at school with skirts that barely cover their asses and tops their budding breasts are spilling out of. They’re too young for sex, so it’s okay, we tell ourselves. It never occurs to us that when they really do get to the point in their lives when sex is just around the corner, they’re not ready to deal with the consequences of the targets they’ve made themselves into.
This was the basis of a discussion I had with my wife, Donna, when Emily was only five and one day paraded around the house in Donna’s heels, one of my business shirts and lipstick plastered more on her face than her lips. I decided I wanted to do more to prepare young Emily for a life of sex and sexuality than my sister had received. My sister Dawn was on her third marriage and was about to lose that as well.
It started simply enough. Donna and I were in full agreement that the secrecy of sexuality could be minimized in a number of ways early on for Emily. First, we started with Thursdays. As soon as I got home from work each Thursday, I stripped off my suit and underwear. Donna, who works very hard as a wife and mother at home all day, would already be naked, as would Emily. Emily never questioned this new development when we started it. We simply told her it was Birthday Suit Thursday and it was good to show off our lovely suits to each other, but only at home. We started having pizza for dinner on Thursday and it was the one night we were ‘allowed’ to eat in the living room. For a year we had BST and never missed a week. Donna kept a note on the calendar for Emily to see, so she’d know when it was. Emily loved BST!
One day, Emily came home from school with her face painted up as a cat. She was very proud of it and was sad when Donna had to clean it off. But Donna made a promise that the next evening we could play face painting after dinner. That was a Wednesday. I suggested to Donna that I’d be okay with it if she wanted to have Face Painting Wednesday. Well it turned out that a 6 year old can make a LOT of mess when it comes to painting daddy’s face so my shirt and slacks were quickly discarded before they were irreparably damaged. Face painting Wednesday became body painting Wednesday.
Emily was painting my groin that first Wednesday when it happened. The paintbrush was a little too stimulating on my cock and it twitched to life. I wanted to die of shame! I was getting a firm on while my little girl was giggling and telling me to stay still so she wouldn’t mess up the colors. Emily was very good about keeping her colors separated. She had no idea that I wasn’t in control of my stiffening penis at that moment. Donna came to my rescue, but not in exactly the way I would have expected. She told me to stay right where I was and then explained to Emily that Daddy couldn’t help but flex his muscle because the paintbrush tickled me. She said that’s what happens to daddies when their cock gets tickled. She said it just like that. She dropped the ‘C’ word in front of our 6 year old. Emily laughed and went cluck-cluck, cockadoodledoo! Donna laughed too then explained that a man’s penis gets called all sorts of things and cock is just the easiest to say. She then cupped her breasts and told Emily that sometimes a grownup’s breasts are called boobs or tits and she just preferred to call them tits. Seeing Donna cupping her tits and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger sure didn’t make me lose my firmness. What the paintbrush had started, that visual finished. I was at full mast before Emily even looked down at me again. Donna suggested to Emily that maybe she’d like to color daddy’s chest and let mommy color daddy’s cock. Emily simply nodded, climbed onto my tummy and started carefully coloring my nipples with a lovely shade of green.
That evening was the first time I ever thought of Emily as anything more than my wonderful daughter. As unintentional as it was, Donna made sure of that. While Emily’s attention was on my chest, Donna tried doing the right thing by wrapping her fist around my erection and slowly masturbating me to ‘relieve the pressure’ as she later put it. My wife was giving me a hand-job right in the same room as my daughter. My naked daughter. The same daughter that was sitting on my stomach. A stomach that was not bereft of feelings either! I could feel my daughter’s genitals and it made the hand-job Donna was giving me feel great. No, feel abso-fucking-lutely amazing! On one hand I was mortified and on the other I was hornier than I could ever remember having been before. I came quickly and the jumping and shudders that came with my release was taken by Emily as a game of horsey. She laughed and laughed, despite getting the paint colors mixed. After Emily was soundly tucked in bed for the night, Donna and I spoke about what had happened.
The discussion I had with Donna that night was not an argument or anything like that. In fact Donna and I are easily able to talk to each other, expressing our feelings without ever having to raise our voices and talk over the other. I wanted Donna to know how I felt about what had happened and find out why she’d handled things the way she had. I explained my reasons for feeling uncomfortable about what we’d done and I admitted how good it had been. Donna surprised me when she admitted that seeing Emily sitting on me had done something to her that even she didn’t understand. She’d only meant to let me go soft again but seeing my cock so close to Emily’s butt had caused her to feel something she didn’t understand. Giving me a hand-job like that had been a spur of the moment thing. If she’d thought about it for a few seconds she’d never have done it, but in hindsight, was glad she had.
She reminded me that we’d decided to get Emily ready for the world of sex and sexuality and if Emily had turned and seen what was happening to me, well it wouldn’t have been a bad thing at all in her opinion. I reluctantly agreed. A little discomfort for a grown man who’d been uncomfortable a lot of times in his life and knew how to deal with it would be better than letting Emily be uncomfortable around sex later on. Donna reminded me that Emily seeing me with a boner didn’t traumatize her in any way because she hadn’t learned that she should be traumatized by such a thing. We decided that we were going to continue body paint Wednesday and if I got a boner again, she’d explain to Emily how easy it was to get rid of my ‘cramp’. That night we made love. It was one of the most tender and wonderful love-making sessions I ever remembered with Donna.
Thursday was Birthday Suit night and we sat and watched some Disney movie and ate pizza. I didn’t get aroused, but I sure did enjoy watching Emily snuggled up against her mom, her head resting on Donna’s soft breast. The next Wednesday we did the body painting thing again and I admit that I was nervous when Emily started working around my groin again. Maybe it was my nerves, but I didn’t get hard that time. I was very proud of my work on Donna though. I turned her into a woman-sized flower and we even took pictures.
The Wednesday after that, Emily painted Donna and I painted Emily. As soon as the brush came near her perfect little slit, she started giggling and couldn’t stay still. I was starting to wish I hadn’t decided to do detail work in the area, but I was committed to finishing the walrus I’d started, where her legs were to be the tusks and her groin the mouth. When she stopped giggling and began to sigh, my cock once again twitched to life. I remembered what Donna and I had discussed and just let it happen while continuing my work. By the time I’d finished I had a boner again and Emily was looking down at it as I sat in front of her. Daddy’s cockadoodledoo is all stretched out again and he didn’t even get tickled, she remarked.
Donna once again explained. Sometimes when daddies are thinking certain things, their cocks get hard like that. He must be thinking nice things because it sure did get hard, didn’t it? Emily simply reached down her hand and wrapped her fingers around it, much like she would my arm. I had to stop myself from snatching my cock away from her grasp and stay still, as if having my daughter’s little hand on my cock was the most natural thing in the world.
Donna smiled and pointed out the pre-cum at the tip of my cock, assuring her that what she saw was another good thing. She told Emily that it means that daddy is very happy. Donna asked Emily if she’d mind mommy holding it for a while. Just as she’d promised to do, Donna knelt down next to me and began jacking me off, but this time Emily watched. While she jerked my cock, she casually explained to Emily that what she was doing made daddy feel really good, sort of like when she’d rub Emily’s back, only way better. What with Emily right there and Donna kneeling next to me, her tits swaying provocatively, I didn’t take long. I began to moan in pleasure and suddenly I jerked, sending streams of white cum exploding all over Donna’s hand and onto my chest. It was good. It was very good. I lay there panting for a while, oblivious to Donna and Emily.
I vaguely heard Emily ask if daddy had peed on himself and Donna replying that it was a special baby-making juice called semen or cum. I watched in disbelief as Donna licked her fingers to show Emily that it really wasn’t pee. I was horrified at first when Donna scooped a little off my chest and offered it to Emily to taste. My little girl is tasting my cum, I thought to myself. The word incest suddenly popped into my head but just as quickly, was thrown out. What we’d just done was good and incest was bad. It tastes funny, Emily reported. Donna responded by saying something like, “It’s something that big girls usually like, but don’t worry if you don’t like it yet honey. You’re still too young for it.” Emily being Emily and being 6 years old, obviously didn’t like being told that. She reached down, scooped up a lot more and began licking at it as if she were trying to acquire a taste for it.
“Can I make daddy feel good now like you did mommy? I want a turn!”
“Maybe some other time, sweetheart,” Donna replied.” We’ve got to get daddy dried off so we can paint him up as a lion!”
Emily rushed off and came straight back with a towel. It was obvious that seeing her own father have a sexual experience had not harmed her in any way. She was already looking forward to seeing mommy paint her daddy to be, ‘King of the Jungle’!
While I laid back on the floor to let Donna start her artwork on me, the smell of female arousal became apparent. Donna had become worked up over what we’d just done too! I wish now that I’d had the courage to just lay her back and give her cunnilingus, Emily or no Emily. But I admit that it was taking me a lot longer to come to grips with our choices than it was taking Donna. Instead I submitted to becoming Donna’s canvass and a pretty good lion she turned me into too, I have to say.
Wednesday night was a very late night for me. After we’d taken our pictures, got washed up, put Emily to bed and retired for the night ourselves, we once again talked about the events of the evening. I learned something new that I’d not known before. Girls as young as Emily still have the facility to become stimulated. I found out or rather Donna clarified, that that’s what I’d done to Emily when I’d been painting her pussy. It sure surprised me to learn that! We talked about my reservations about what had happened, bringing up the thoughts of incest I’d had. Donna considers incest as the act of having sexual intercourse with an immediate family member who isn’t your spouse. I had to agree with that.
She went on to ask why I thought incest was so bad anyway. It stopped me in my tracks. Well why? In the end I came up with only one reason. Malformed babies. I’d heard all the stories of how inbreeding created monsters and sickly babies who had medical issues their entire lives. Donna just laughed and asked if I always believed everything that I was told. With a sexy smile, she explained, while holding me closely, those malformed babies I’d been told about happen after generations and generations of inbreeding. Not from daughters getting a taste of daddy’s cum every now and again. Donna seemed genuinely excited that we’d been able to take a path on the road to Emily’s development that would ensure she didn’t have to experience the guilt, shame and uncertainty that Donna had when she’d gone through puberty.
Donna thought it was great that Emily had been able to experience sex first hand in a non-threatening way, before she even had an opportunity to be confronted with a situation where she’d have to perform sexually. I agreed with her wholeheartedly. One other thing I had to get out of the way was my fear that Donna could have been secretly jealous of Emily touching me the way she had. Donna just laughed at that, saying she couldn’t be jealous of her own daughter, no matter what we did together. She knew I loved her and she knew I loved Emily. As far as she was concerned, I was just expressing my love by being there for Emily. We made love again that night and I found out right in the middle of it that Donna had been turned on watching Emily devour my cum. Donna was not a big fan of the taste or cum, but it seemed to her like Emily planned on becoming one!
Chapter 2 - Donna Lets Emily Watch
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Thursday at work was very difficult for me. I had a few projects going and by the time I arrived home I was absolutely worn out. It didn’t help matters that Donna and I had enjoyed ourselves in bed until well after midnight last night. By the time I’d finished my pizza, I had Emily on my lap and I kept nodding off, unable to keep my eyes focused on Emily’s movie. I must have drifted off fairly early on, but when I woke up, Emily was no longer on my lap. Instead, she was kneeling at my feet, looking up at me with her hands around my engorged penis. I’d been woken from a dream about Donna and now here I was looking down at Emily, trying to copy what she’d seen her mommy do the day before. Donna was sitting next to me on the couch, a smile on her face and a finger resting lightly on her mound. Her nipples were hard. She was excited.
“Does that feel good hon?” She asked.
I nodded, giving in to the idea that Emily intended to keep rubbing my cock until I came for her.
“If you’re going to let her do this for me, you’re going to either have to get the baby oil out or find something to lubricate me with. It’s ummm… a little dry to be completely pleasurable.” I managed, wincing a little.
“Spit on it baby,” Donna said to Emily. “It’ll make it good and slippery.”
“Eww gross!” Emily exclaimed.
“No baby, it’s not gross at all. It’ll just make it feel better for daddy. Here, let me,” she said, getting up off the couch and kneeling next to Emily.
Instead of spitting on it, Donna quickly took my cock head into her mouth and smeared it with saliva. A few licks to the length of my cock for good measure and she angled it back towards Emily, her fingers on the base of it, as if it was a toy she was sharing. Emily rubbed it up and down again, using both hands now. It had made a difference! Donna tickled my balls the way I like, explaining to Emily that if she was to touch daddy’s balls, she’d have to be very careful because they were easy to hurt.
With my daughter masturbating me and my wife helping, I didn’t take long. I squirted within 5 minutes and when I say squirted, that’s what I mean. Usually cum bubbles out of me but that time it spewed. Everywhere. The first jet hit Emily right in the forehead making her jerk her hands to the side. That made the second jet hit Donna right on the nipple. Emily squealed like she’d just won a prize and I guess in a way she had. She’d made her daddy cum. Now she was practicing the part meant for big girls. She was scooping my cum into her little mouth, not making anything like the faces she makes when she’s forced to eat broccoli.
As I recovered I realized my toe was right between Donna’s thighs. All I had to do was lift it and it brushed against Donna’s pubes. With a grin, I lifted more, finding her slot. Finding her very wet slot. My toe was lined up directly with her button and I pushed that button, making Donna jump.
“Mommy’s feeling very happy too, I see,” I said with a smile. “Her pussy is leaking happy juice just like I did.”
“Oh mommy,” Emily exclaimed. “Do you have a hard cock in there too?”
This should be interesting, I thought to myself, my big toe still rhythmically knocking against her clit.
“No bbaaaby… oooohhhhhh,” she paused to grab my foot and extract my toe from the folds of her pussy. “Mommy has a clitoris, which is just like an itty bitty cock. You have one too, did you know that? Daddy was rubbing it and it felt really good.”
“I have one?” Emily asked incredulously, stopping what she was doing in mid-lick. “I’ve never seen it!”
“You sure do, baby, and we’ll talk about it soon. But right now, do you mind if daddy helps mommy out with her happy feelings?”
Emily grinned and nodded her head, then realized that nodding meant she did mind, so she quickly shook her head and declared that she wanted mommy to be happy.
Donna quickly regained her seat on the couch and I kissed her. I kissed her deeply, our tongues probing and wrestling. My hand found her breast and I played with her nipples while we continued kissing. Donna’s hand went to her pussy and she manipulated it in just the right way. I could tell from the sloppy sounds that she was extremely excited and I have to admit that we both quickly forgot Emily was there, watching as we worked towards Donna’s release. Her release was as swift as mine had been. Her back arched and she came. But not only did she cum, she squirted. That was something she did very rarely. She must have been super-horney!
“Mommy’s peeing on the couch!” Emily laughed, as Donna jerked and spasmed in orgasmic bliss.
Once it was over, it was my turn to explain to Emily that it wasn’t pee she’d seen and to demonstrate, I took some of the fluids I found between Donna’s legs onto my finger, and sucked it off.
“That’s girl cum and boys really love it,” I declared.
I picked Emily up and sat her between us, then hugged them both.
“How could I ever have deserved such a simply perfect family,” I said to no one in particular.
Chapter 3 - Emily Learns to Suck Cock
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Over the next 12 months, we continued our weekly events, not always but fairly regularly ending up with one or both of us having an orgasm in Emily’s presence. Emily got another opportunity to taste girl cum and she said she liked it even better than daddy cum. Emily learned that her clit was just as sensitive as her mother’s and she soon began a game of mimicking our manipulations of Donna’s pussy on herself, whenever Donna was doing it. It was probably about 6 months after our open masturbation sessions had started that Donna and I first had sex in front of Emily. She was amazed and delighted that my cock fit so well into Donna’s pussy. After that, somewhere along the line clothing became optional at home instead of just Thursdays. We still had pizza and a movie on Thursday, but it might just as well have been Thursday on a Monday. I’d get in from work to find Donna and Emily in the kitchen making dinner, both as naked as the day they were born.
My next life-changing event happened when Emily was nearly 8. We’d been playing around at home and I’d become aroused. Instead of masturbating me like Donna usually did, she’d decided to suck my cock for a change. Emily was watching, also like usual, and she suddenly asked why she wasn’t allowed to suck daddy’s cock. That was something I’d thought a lot about. Letting her masturbate me to get my cum was one thing. And she had begun to crave it too, much to my surprise! But having my penis in my own daughter’s mouth was akin to intercourse in my mind. The whole incest thing was rearing its head again. But this time I mentally shrugged. Why not? It’s not like she’s going to get pregnant by sucking cock and she may not like it anyway.
Donna had her lips around my cock but was paused, looking into my eyes. She knew what I was thinking and she could tell I’d decided it was okay with me if it was with her. So that day, Emily’s cock sucking training began.
Some guys get off on the idea of having an 8 or 9 year old sucking their dick. For me it wasn’t like that at all. I was doing it for my daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I loved what she did for me, but if she had decided she didn’t want to do it anymore, I would have been fine with that as well. She’s my daughter, not my cum-dump. The fact that she certainly acquired the taste for cum that her mother had suggested was only for ‘big girls’ was great for me, because I never had to pull out of her mouth before I came. But I wasn’t using my daughter for sex, for blowjobs or for anything that could be considered perverted in my mind. My daughter wanted to suck my cock and I allowed her to. Since then I’ve continued to allow her to as often as she wants. Not once have I ever gone to her and asked her to do it.
When Emily turned 9, we had a big family get together and birthday party. It was a wonderful day and the yard looked splendid. Being the middle of summer, we’d told everyone to bring suits so they could use the pool. As the afternoon wore on, some people left and others had formed little groups, including the kids. I realized Emily hadn’t had any sunscreen for quite a while so I went looking for her and found her with a group of 12-13 year old boys from both my brother’s and wife’s sister’s families. She was in the middle of a circle with her hands down the trunks of two of the boys. As I came upon them I asked Emily what she was doing. The boys jumped as if I’d bitten them then they all scattered leaving me alone with Emily. She wasn’t embarrassed at all, like the boys had been, thanks to our family time. She said she’d been trying to guess which of the boys had a bigger cock without using her eyes. She’d been told that if she won, she could have that boy’s cum.
Oh boy. Had it been a mistake to expose Emily to the things we had? How does a 9 year old get into that sort of conversation with older boys in the first place, much less let it be known that she’s willing to accept the winner’s sperm? I sent her off to find her special sunscreen and I went looking for Donna. We kept a careful eye on Emily for the rest of the day then that evening, we sat down with her. After all we’d gone through, we didn’t want to adversely affect her sexual development, but what would either of our families say if they found out Emily was willing to suck her cousins’ cocks? We didn’t know, but we did know that society in general would be outraged. It was easy to decide that we should let our families in on our ‘secret’ but we didn’t know how or when we’d do it. We also knew Emily had to understand that she couldn’t let anyone outside the family know what our ‘special’ family did, or we’d lose our precious daughter.
Donna decided to take up the challenge of helping Emily understand our predicament. After dinner, we sat at the table and Donna asked Emily what she knew of her school friend’s families. She told me that Sue and Danna’s parents were both divorced and Ricky’s parents both worked. Donna changed tactics a little. She asked if Emily had seen her friends naked. She replied that she’d seen Danna naked when she’d stayed over, but not Sue or Ricky. Both of them had been too shy they’d said, although Ricky had said he thought she was pretty. With a smile, Donna explained that Emily was right. Most people are too shy to be naked around others because they’re raised to think of nudity as wrong. Donna said she was sure neither Sue nor Ricky had even seen their own parents naked because their parents wanted Sue and Ricky to think that nudity is bad. It’s not, she assured Emily when she saw the look of confusion on Emily face, but a lot of people think it’s a sin.
Emily thought for a moment, and then said, very much involved in this grown-up conversation, that she was sure there was nothing about that in the bible or her Sunday School teacher would have taught about it by now. Then she added, but there should be no aboltery! She was pleased to know such a grown up word.
“Very good baby. Do you know what adultery is?”
“That’s when someone who’s married, asks someone who’s married to someone else, to go to the mall with them and not tell.”
“You’re very close baby, but this is something I know your Sunday school teacher won’t tell you. Adultery is when someone fucks someone else’s husband or wife. Like if I were to fuck Mr. Wesley next door, I’d be committing adultery.“
“Daddy would get mad if that happened,” Emily said with a laugh. “Cos Mr. Wesley is like 40!”
Emily thought about it for a little while and said, “So I can’t fuck Ricky because that would be adultery?”
“Ricky’s not married and neither are you baby,” I said with a smile.
“Okay, I get it now. That’s why you don’t want to fuck me, daddy. It’s because you’re married to mommy.”
I was about to answer but Donna jumped in again. “Not quite baby. The reason you can’t fuck daddy is because your body hasn’t developed yet. It would be wrong for anyone to try to put their cock into your little pussy. But that’s a different conversation. Can you think of anyone else your daddy isn’t allowed to fuck and why?”
“How about the Sunday School Teacher, Miss Smithers?”
“Any why not,” Donna prompted.
“Because daddy’s already married to you so he can’t fuck her!” Emily said triumphantly.
“Exactly!” Donna agreed with a grin. He can only fuck family.”
This was something we hadn’t talked about yet and I didn’t know what was on Donna’s mind, but I was more interested at this moment in bringing the discussion back to explaining the need for discretion on Emily’s part, so I asked Emily if she knew what seeing people naked and adultery had in common. Emily shook her head. I looked at Donna, giving her the floor.
Donna decided to tell Emily a story. It was about Mr. and Mrs. Smith who had a girl called Becky. Mr. and Mrs. Smith loved Becky very much and Becky loved her parents. They did everything together and were a very close family, just like us. One day at school, when Becky was just a few years older than you are now, they had a class at school called sex education. All the kids were excited about it but Becky didn’t seem all that enthusiastic. One of the teachers saw Becky and she didn’t look as excited about the class as everyone else, so she pulled Becky aside and asked her about it. Becky calmly told the teacher she’d been having sex for ages and she knew everything she needed to know. She proudly said that her father gave her wonderful orgasms. The next day, Social Services took her father away and the day after that, her mother too. Now, although Becky loves both her parents, she doesn’t get to live with either of them anymore.
Emily thought that wasn’t right and said so. Donna had to explain as best as she could that not all laws are right, but they are laws. One law is that you aren’t allowed to have any sexual activity with a minor and it made it worse that it was sex with Becky’s parents. If Becky had just known that, she wouldn’t have told the teacher or anyone else and she’d still be living with her parents.
Together we explained to Emily that when we allowed her to suck daddy’s cock or mommy’s pussy, we were breaking a law and could go to jail even though we are good people. We had to make sure she knew that if she wanted to continue our secret family fun, she couldn’t tell anyone or the fun would end.
Emily was very serious and sincere when she promised not to tell anyone. She wouldn’t even tell anyone we went around naked at home in case they thought that was bad too.
That night Emily had a nightmare and ended up sleeping between us. Before she fell asleep again she muttered something like, “You promised you wouldn’t tell.” I felt awful that Emily had to keep her first big secret at 9 years old.
A month after Emily’s 9th birthday, Donna found out she was pregnant.
Chapter 4 - DOnna Her Nephew
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I’m going to skip ahead a little to get to the next ‘good’ part. I mean a reader can only be help interested for so long with details, after all. Suffice to say that both our families learned that we held little taboo for nudity around home. One by one they learned that we enjoyed being naked at home and as the summer wore on and Donna’s belly grew larger, we were visited by every member of both families while we were naked at home. At first it was awkward but I quickly got used to being nude in front of my mother and father in law. Before long my sister in law Elizabeth even stripped off herself when she came to visit. Before we closed the pool for the year, there was a new rule in place. No trunks allowed. Anyone that wanted to go swimming went in the buff or not at all. Charles, or Chuck, my brother’s son, was 15 then and very shy.
It was on the last day we had the pool open that he arrived. It was so hot that despite his modesty, he stripped and jumped in before anyone could get a look at him. Emily happily jumped in too and soon his unclothed state was forgotten and he was having fun with his little cousin. Something happened while they were in the pool. Sort of like an argument but not really. Eventually Chuck demanded that Emily get out and grab him a towel. Emily got out, but sat near the side of the pool watching him instead. Chuck stayed in the pool another 15 minutes before he finally tried to climb out and cover himself at the same time. I happened to be looking out the kitchen window and Donna was outside sunbathing. I saw her looking his way as well. Chuck nearly slipped just as he was just about out. He grabbed the rails with both hands to stop from falling back in and Emily shouted and pointed.
“I TOLD you I knew a hard cock when I felt one! But fuck, it’s a good looking one. I could suck the nectar out of that big boy right now!”
Emily had spoken before thinking and you could see her brain clicking into gear. She covered her mouth and her eyes got huge. Donna looked him in the eye and asked if he was going to accept Emily’s offer or not. Chuck’s shames and confusion battled for victory on his face. His aunt was asking if he wanted Emily to do it.
“Aunt Donna…” he began and then stopped, seeing that she was getting to her feet, her breasts already looking swollen and unbelievably beautiful.
“You’ve got an erection. I’d say it’s no biggie, except that it does look quite big and delicious. You can either let it go to waste, let Emily suck it or for goodness sake let me jerk you off. Your choice, since you’re the guest.”
Donna and I had already had the discussion about adultery and agreed that sex within the family only came under the heading of honor they father and mother, not the heading of adultery. This was just the first time a real-time scenario had developed.
Chuck looked at Donna and Emily with bug eyes, finally taking his hands away from his crotch to point at Emily. It seemed like he was unable to speak. Emily jumped up and down for a moment, yelled “I win” over her shoulder at her mom and ran to Chuck. He was in her mouth and receiving his first ever blowjob inside of 15 seconds. Within a minute, he was done. I waited for him to go soft before I went outside.
“Did you like it? She is such a good cocksucker, wouldn’t you say?” I said this with a huge smile on my face.
Chuck sort of nodded and grunted an affirmation at the same time.
“Are you hungry yet? I know that after sex I get starved!” I motioned him over and put my arm around his shoulder, leading him into the house.
He sat at the table holding a sandwich, obviously lost in thought. Eventually he began talking and didn’t seem to be able to stop. Did I know my daughter gave blow jobs? Did I know Aunt Donna offered to jack him off? Did that sort of thing happen at this house all the time? He kept going and going until finally running out of steam.
“Look, Chuck. Sex is only mysterious and scary if you let it. Emily isn’t old enough for sex as in intercourse yet, but she has learned to give great head. And most importantly, she really, really enjoys it. If she hadn’t wanted to give you head, you would have had zero chance of getting it. Your aunt Donna obviously likes the look of you too and she has my blessing. As long as it’s within the family, I’m okay with it.”
“Are you telling me I can fuc… I mean have sex with Aunt Donna?” he asked incredulously.
“You’re asking the wrong guy, pal. It’s her you should ask. In fact, here she is. Why don’t you ask her yourself?” I said as I saw Donna crossing the threshold.
“Oh, I couldn’t…” Chuck began.
Seeing his once again hardened cock, I knew he meant he couldn’t bring himself to ask, not to do the act, so I asked for him. “Honey, Chuck here thinks you’re super hot. I was just explaining to him that any sex between you and him would be your choice at this point, not mine.”
“You find me sexy even though I’m fat?” She asked with a smile.
“Aunt Donna…” He started.
Donna decided not to make him stew in his own juices.
“If you can get to me and have a hard on like you got for Emily, I’ll do anything you want. How does that sound?
Chuck looked at me, realized I could already see his erection, then just about carved ruts in the wooden floor with the back legs of his chair in his haste to get up.
“Outside so Emily can watch, or in the bedroom?” Donna asked when she was holding his cock firmly in hand.
Chuck looked at me then towards Emily outside lying next to the pool. “Could we go upstairs? I’ve never, you know…”
“Upstairs it is then big boy.”
I had a boner of my own by now and I decided to head outside in the hope that Emily would offer to take care of me as well. I wasn’t disappointed and as Emily sucked, I heard occasional giggles and moans coming from the bedroom upstairs. The funny thing is that I felt absolutely no jealousy, even later on after Chuck had left with a kiss to both Donna and Emily, when Donna told me that Chuck had taken her a total of five times and in his rush had almost busted her anal cherry too
Chapter 5 - Incest Spreads Amongst Our Family
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Word spread throughout the younger members of both families. Over the fall and early winter, every male over 11 and under the age of 16 had been involved with at least one of ‘my women’ as I’d begun to refer to them. At Christmas time, my very own father was given a gift he’ll never forget. Donna was as big as I thought she could be without exploding. Christmas was at our house and we’d even agreed to dress for the occasion. That’s when my dad caught Emily blowing Steven, Dad’s youngest. At 25, Steven was an accident that shouldn’t have happened. But my parents almost loved him the most. Jyst as Dad walked into the bathroom, Steven blew his load, jerking back when the door opened and spraying Emily in the face. He hollered that the bathroom was busy but too late. Dad had seen him. He shouted, ‘What the fu…” which Donna heard as she was leaving the bedroom next door. Se quickly appraised the situation, grabbed dad’s arm and steered him into the empty bedroom. The details escape me but before he left that bedroom, my wife had a load of his semen in her stomach and a promise that Steven could accept a blowjob from Emily any time he wanted.
The secret was officially out within the extended family. Somehow even the females heard about it, but surprisingly, there was little to no fallout about any of it. THAT sure surprised me! What also surprised me was when Elizabeth, Donna’s sister, asked if I was offering my services too. I’d never thought of Donna and Emily being available for ‘services’, but I guess they were. I was getting plenty of loving from both of them so it wasn’t like I needed to take Elizabeth’s invitation, but I admit that there’s a little of Donna in her mixed with a little of something else tempting… and her body was noteworthy too! I decided that if I were going to have sex with a third female, it would only be if Donna were there.
Donna agreed but insisted that if I wanted to fuck Elizabeth I didn’t need her approval or presence. I should just enjoy her and see if she compared well. I was steadfast though. If Elizabeth was that interested in having sex with yours truly, she’d have to do it with an audience… an audience that turned into two with the arrival of Emily. Emily was excited for me and couldn’t wait to see what it was like for me to fuck another woman besides mom. Yes, Emily was growing up. Mommy was mom, although daddy was still daddy. I don’t know why. Elizabeth seemed to get even more from the experience than she’d expected. Later she confided that I’d made two fantasies into reality for her, the first being to fuck her sister’s husband and the second to have sex with an audience.
As I said, Emily was growing up. She was just 10, but one day I found a little patch of fine hair sprouting between her legs. I won’t say how I found the patch of hair, but I will say we were ‘experimenting’. Then I noticed that her nipples seemed to stand prouder than ever before. I’d become so used to seeing my baby nude that I hadn’t realized puberty was starting. Emily had tits! Well, areolas actually, but they were starting and that night we celebrated the beginning of puberty. Each week we measured Emily’s hips, waist and bust, watching for signs of change. I had thought when puberty hit, it’d be kind of fast… like waking up one morning to find that you’ve gone from a flat chest to a D cup… well that didn’t happen. In fact, it was a month before Emily’s first period. We celebrated that too. Ben, the newest arrival, even joined in the fun, banging his cup on his highchair. It was a long time before Emily’s measurements began to show change, and an even longer time before they slowed. Suddenly Emily was an 11 year old with the body of a 16 year old. Almost…
Chapter 6 - Preparing to Take Emily's Virginity
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I love my wife more than I used to think I could love another person. I love Emily every bit as much but in a different way. It’s hard to explain so I just have to hope you understand. That’s why I don’t want you to think of either Donna or Emily as sluts. Sure, Donna has sex on average every day and sometime 2 or 3 times in a day. But she’s not a slut. She is just a loving woman who know’s what she’s good at and practices; a lot. Emily cant be called a slut either because although she enjoys a good blowjob, that’s not really sex. Emily’s a virgin, or at least when she was 11 she was still a virgin. That’s what leads me up to the next big occasion. Donna and I had discussed with Emily the ups and downs of being a virgin. As a result Emily knew all about her hymen and what a special symbol it represented. It’s more than just a barrier between girl and woman, but a potential to change her very way of life.
As an 11 year old, she was not old enough to date, yet after she’d felt the thrust of a penis in her newly opened vagina, she’d be wanting sex for the thrill and pleasure of it. We’d both decided that 11 was just too young. If I’d had it my way, she would have been a virgin when she got married at 21, but I’m also a realist and I knew that neither Emily’s mother or I had managed that and our parents were much stricter than we are. So we sat down and came to a deal with young Emily. We said that if she could hold onto her virginity at least until she was 12, we’d make it worth her while in other ways.
Other ways turned out to be either me or Donna seeing to her pleasure once a week. I have to say that I enjoyed that compromise immensely and I looked forward to my turn with relish. It surprised me that Donna not only enjoyed it too, but seemed to look forward to it as much as me. We made games out of the occasion and I ended up plowing Donna from behind while she was eating young Emily’s pussy, or I’d find my cock lodged deeply within Donna while I lay on my back with Emily straddling me. I asked Donna once if she thought she might be gay and she answered that she was definitely 100% heterosexual. But she’d decided that servicing your child can’t be labeled as a lesbian experience.
As Emily’s 12th birthday drew nearer, I got to hearing mother-daughter talk that I was not directly privy to. Emily was talking to Donna about giving away her virginity on her birthday, right at the party. Donna had listened to Emily and when she spoke, it was obvious that this had not been their first discussion on the matter. Donna actually said she loved the idea! I have to be honest. I was a little put out. Neither Emily or Donna had talked to me about this and I was feeling left out, outside of either of their confidences and not too happy about the idea that Donna would even agree to let, no, help Emily lose her virginity at such a young age. I had no idea who Emily had in mind but I was hoping I could find out so that this mystery guy could be quietly evicted before he got a chance to deflower my little girl. Unfortunately, Donna stood up for Emily, explaining that Emily was full of hormones and girl things and there was no way that she, wife or not, was going to violate the trust Emily had bestowed upon her. I really had no choice but to let the matter drop. It didn’t stop me from making every effort I could to listen in on subsequent conversations.
Donna and Emily talked quietly so it was often hard to evesdrop, but I heard them going through the list of the family members that were invited and which of them they’d had sexual relations with. Donna had given my dad head that one time, then just a week ago, had gone all the way with him while mom was away for the weekend. I was astounded when Donna told Emily mom had called while they were in bed together. She hadn’t even told me about that! Oh she’d said that my mom knew she’d done it and she hoped my mom would forgive her, but not that mom had called while my old man had his tool balls deep in Donna. But anyway, for Donna, there was my dad and my oldest brother, then my nephew Chuck and Elizabeth’s son Alan. For Emily, it had been Chuck and Steven, Steve2, as we called him, Steven’s son, Patrick Bob and Scott, all from Donna’s side of the family. In my head I added Elizabeth as being a family member I’d been with, who was also going to be at the party.
They seemed to be planning how they could separate out those people from the 20 or so others that would be there. What were they planning, an orgy as well or something? Yeah, I was angry, but no closer to finding out who the ‘lucky’ guy would be. When the invitations went out, I finally got my first glimpse of one. I’d even been excluded from that. Donna did give me a couple of blank invitations to give out to special people at work, but to me it was like I’d been given an allowance. Yippee for me. The Birthday party had been organized by Donna and Emily to be an early evening affair. Emily had invited her three best friends, still Danna, Sue and Ricky and their parents too. Only the mothers of Sue and Danna RSVP’d. Ricky’s parents were making the most of the opportunity to take in a movie alone.
The day arrived and I had no idea who the guy would be. Actually, I’d heard no talk for a couple of days and was beginning to wonder if maybe they’d changed their minds after all. When each guest arrived, they were given a paper hat and a piece of paper. I didn’t get one so I didn’t know at the time what was on it. I was too busy with humping crap from one spot to another then back again anyway.
“Daddy, you’re not even dressed yet!” Emily scolded from the top of the stairs when she saw me.
I was dressed, since there were other people’s children in the house, but I still had my old T-shirt and jeans on. Emily seemed a little upset that I wasn’t ready for her party, so I made my way up the stairs to change.
Emily paused at the top and waited for me. When I reached her, she threw herself into my arms and gave me a wonderfully long hug, followed by an, “I love you so much daddy! So much you just don’t know!”
Okay, I’d been in a bad mood. But it was like the clouds lifted and the sun was shining. Have you ever felt that way after someone said just a few words to you? Well I have and there isn’t anything to compare. It was with a light heart and a step to match that I made my way to my room. On the bed was what Donna had laid out for me and on top was a ribbon.
“Oh, you finally made it? I was about to send out a search party!” She said with a laugh, which was totally infectious.
“What’s with the ribbon?” I asked, holding up the bright red piece of material.
“Get naked and I’ll show you, lover boy,” She said with a bad accent.
As soon as I was naked, Donna whipped the ribbon quickly around my cock and balls, pulling it fairly tight before creating the bow. I just looked at her strangely sor a few seconds, but she volunteered nothing.
“Okay, what’s with the bow?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, Mr. Grumpypants!”
So she knew I’d been down in the dumps and finally she was about to fill me in.
“You, sir, have been chosen for a special, secret ceremony known only to me and Emily and the Order of Gummy Bears. Tonight sir, you have been chosen by the elements of Earth, wind and fire, as well as Emily, well mostly Emily actually, to be her white knight who she’ll ride for the first time. I suppose that makes you more of the white knight’s steed though, doesn’t it?”
“You what?” Was all I could manage. Eventually I got my bearings. “You mean that Emily wants me to… to…”
“Yes dear, to fuck her for the first time. Why do you think we were being so secretive? It would hardly have been a surprise if you’d known about it, now would it?” Donna just looked at me, grinning from ear to ear.
Then Ben started to cry for milk.
“Well, I have to go. I’ll be back shortly. Put your clothes on before I rape you!”
My head was spinning. Never in a million years would it have occurred to me that Emily wanted me to be her first. I was so messed up that I tried to put my pants on backwards. Eventually I got myself together and dressed, just as Donna came back into the room.
I’ve given each guest a questionnaire that I’ve asked them to turn in before dinner. Dependant on their answers, I can decide who I want to be present. Nothing on the questionnaire mentions sex, but I went online and found out what to ask people in order to find out how they feel about sex with minors, incent and the idea of watching others fuck. It’s amazing what insight you can glean from some very common-sounding questions! This is still a very illegal thing we’re doing, so I have to be sure I’m not going to get us put in jail. Just because Emily’s given a few family members head, doesn’t mean they wouldn’t go screaming off to the police if they found out our 12 year old daughter was about to get her pussy reamed by her own father. The ceremony is going to happen in the garage and I’m going to need you to help me and Emily discreetly let those few who pass the test, know they’re invited.
Dinner was wonderful and all the guests seemed to enjoy themselves. Donna had outdone herself and even Emily had been a huge help.
After dinner, Donna pulled me aside and told me she’d reviewed the forms that she’d been given and she wondered if she’d made a mistake. It seemed that most of her family passed, but only the females on my side, ‘made the grade’. All I could tell her was that it was her project and if she wanted to call it off, we could. She thought about it for a moment then decided she’d run with it the way she’d planned and just drop a little something extra in at the last minute. Then she gave me my list of people to approach. I looked at the list. My mom’s name was first. I was suddenly unsure if ‘I’ could go through with this after all. My mom was the real head of our household and I had no desire to anger her.
I worked my way through the other names on my list, leaving mom for last. I told them all that when Donna called an end to the party, I’d like them to linger if they could. Only Harriet, my middle-aged aunt was unable to accept my request, citing a previous engagement. The others made arrangements with alternate family members for rides home. Finally, I got my mom alone and asked her if she could stay. She wanted to know why dad had to go and leave her. I explained that Donna had requested she stay and not him. Maybe she thought Donna was going to publically apologize to her or something, but she agreed.
Chapter 7 - Family Orgy
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By 8pm, there was only a small gathering of about 7 guys and 6 women, plus me, Emily and Donna. Donna announced to the room that there was to be a very private, secret ceremony that Emily had asked for and we were willing to provide. But, she added, no one can attend the ceremony dressed as they were now. Everyone would have to undress and wear just the cloaks that Emily had made herself. A lot of noise and discussion followed. People tried to ask me what it was all about and I was honestly able to reply that I had no idea. They went to Donna and attempted to squeeze information out of her but she wasn’t budging either. They had to strip naked and wear the cloak or leave with no hard feelings.
These were all family members. They knew about our practice of being naked at home and some of them had stripped off to use our pool during the previous summer. There was general agreement that they could live with this strange request but when Emily happily produced a bundle of diaphanous silk robes that must have cost me a fortune in material and told them they could get changed now, no one wanted to change in front of someone of the opposite sex. Throwing up her hands in disgust, Donna got the ball rolling by stripping first. Without even putting the robe on, she started working the buttons of Steven’s shirt. Once she got him started, she went to Elizabeth and began taking her clothes off. Eventually everyone but me was in their costume. I have no idea what made me hesitate, but I’d done the right thing.
All around me were males and females in these rudimentary robes which concealed almost nothing and enhanced a lot. I’d never seen my mom naked but now, she caught my eye. She really did look quite pretty and that surprised me! I could make out the shape of her large breasts and could tell her nipples were firm, but I decided that could just be the way my mom’s nipples were made. Because of the limited transparency of the robes, her crotch was hidden from view, but I found myself interested in seeing what the material was hiding. My sister was another woman that drew my eye. I’d always thought of her a tubby but now she just looked voluptuous. I caught myself wondering if I’d get to see her naked too.
“I’m glad you all decided to stay,” Donna said when she saw that everyone was dressed. Tonight’s ceremony is going to be about sex and the coming of age. The whole ceremony is for Emily’s benefit and at her request, as I said earlier. The game we played earlier where you answered questions and were given an ‘appropriate’ gift was just a ruse. Based on your answers, all of you in this room suggested in an unconscious way, that you would support your family in anything they wanted to do as long as it hurt no one. All of you responded that you enjoy sex and derive great pleasure from it. Especially you, Margaret,” Donna said, looking directly at my mother.
“All of you responded that giving pleasure is more important than receiving it, although all of you will both give and receive pleasure before the evening is done. As it happens, there are only two married couples in this room. I’d like I’d like one of the men to stand next to Elizabeth and the other to stand next to Margaret. It doesn’t matter which of you stands next to whom. Good. Now, the fun part,” Donna said smiling.
I need each male to slip a finger into the pussy of the female standing next to them and each female to hold that man’s cock. You don’t know why you’re doing this, but you’ll have to trust me. It’s needed.”
Once more there was quiet mayhem but not nearly as much as I thought there’d be. The women seemed to have less qualms about holding a man’s cock than the men did about slipping a finger inside another woman. Even the married couples seemed to take this incursion into their privates as a small price to pay. There was Margaret, my own mother with not one, but two hands under her robe and both her hands were holding cocks. She’d seen that there was an extra man in the room and had taken the appropriate step without argument. She even seemed to be smiling.
“Now keep your fingers where they are and follow me out to the garage!” Donna announced.
It was funny watching these people, my family, making their way to our garage with fingers in strange pussies and hands gripping new, to them anyway, cocks. What was strangest was that these were all straight-laced family members of mine and Donna’s! Emily grabbed my arm and led me into the laundry room. There, hanging on the wall was a special robe for me, made from plain black cotton with a hole cut right at crotch level. I dutifully stripped and climbed into the robe, which more like a man-dress than a robe. Emily put on her little costume and I have to say my cock twitched just to see her in it. The closest way to describe it would be part cheerleader outfit and half fairy ballerina dress. With no underwear, the skirt didn’t even quite cover the globes of her ass and the top was little more than an advertisement for the young breasts beneath. By the time we got the garage, where the cars had been removed and Donna and Emily had laid down a load of throw cushions and rugs, people were sitting around still with ‘hands on’ so to speak. It was easier to tell now that they were sitting that every guy in there had a hard on. In the middle of the decorated room now sat a low table covered in red silk.
“We will start just as soon as every man with a finger up a girl’s pussy, has cum. Ladies, it’s your job to get the men to cum before they can stimulate you to orgasm. And guys, there will be no intercourse, okay?” Donna added the last part with a smile.
I looked around the room. My mom was already jerking the two cocks in her hands and Uncle Billy was making Elizabeth moan. These people were freely getting sexed up with a family member or near family member! I had no idea how Donna had managed this, but I could hardly believe the results. Donna came over to me and looked at my raging hard on, poking through the appropriate hole in my robe.
“We have to make that go away hon. But I know you’ll be able to get it up again for your baby girl, wont you?” Donna said this while dropping to her knees in front of me, knowing that I would indeed be able to.
She sucked me off for maybe 10 minutes before I came in her mouth, a rare treat. By then, every guy present had left stains on the fronts of their own robes from where the woman they were with had succeeded at their jobs.
Donna was about to speak, but then swallowed and tried again. My cum was always difficult for her to swallow.
“Margaret, I have one more task for you. You may find this task a little disturbing, but if you do it, the rewards will be boundless. Your son needs to be hard for the ceremony, if you know what I mean. And you’re the woman who has to do it… with your mouth and nothing else.”
“Is this some sort of sex party,” Mom asked. “Because if it is, then it’s wrong and we shouldn’t be here.”
“It is and it isn’t. If you trust me the way you trusted me to bring the spark back into your marriage, you’ll do this thing.”
“But he’s my son! You want me to fellate my own son?” Margaret wondered out loud.
As far as I was concerned, I was still back on the bit about Donna bringing back the spark thing. My mom had agreed to let Donna sleep with dad? How could that be? But here she was, making a token resistance to something she was obviously preparing herself to do. She was already on her knees facing me.
Mom was on her knees, no more than 6 inches away from my cock. From this distance, I could tell that she was aroused. I could smell sex on her, radiating from her pussy. My mom is a woman. The thought struck me suddenly as funny. There didn’t seem to be a sound in the room. Everyone knew my mom was a leader not a follower, even my in-laws. No one disagreed with her. If she did something, it was acceptable. If she vetoed an idea, the thing never happened.
“Do you want this? It’s incest you know.”
She was waiting for my answer. It wouldn’t happen unless I said I wanted it. My cock was already twitching at the thought of my mom giving me head. I could feel her breath on my cock. I suspect she wanted me to feel her breath on it.
“Yes mom, suck me please.”
That’s all it took. Her mouth eagerly engulfed me. And she was good too! I never thought of my mom in a sexual way, much less as a good cock sucker, but she was incredible! She never used her hands, because Donna had told her not to. She did take me right into her throat though and nibbled at my balls. It took all of 3 seconds to bring me back to full erection, but Donna let her work on me for a minute more before she gently pulled her away.
“Just a little longer, please,” my mom begged.
“Later Mom,” Donna replied, only about the third or fourth time I’d ever heard Donna call her mom.
Chapter 8 - Deflowering Emily
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“Right now, we have to begin the ceremony. Quiet please everyone. Today my daughter turned 12 and declared her intention to give away her virginity. There is only one man in the world she wants to take it from her. Not a boy in the back seat of his dad’s car, not her husband on their wedding night years in the future. She wants to give it away today and she wants to do it in front of witnesses, just as they did in bygone times.”
Donna clapped her hands together twice and the Garage door opened. Emily gracefully glided over to the table and laid back on it, her legs parted and her pussy in full view of everyone.
“Do you wish to become a woman in all sense of the word tonight, my dear child,” Donna asked Emily.
“By God in heaven and his son Jesus, I do Mother,” Emily replied.
“To whom do you wish to present your virginity?” Donna asked.
“To the only man in the whole world who loves me unconditionally and fully.” She said in a deadpan voice as if reciting from a book.
“To my Father I wish to present my virginity, to be taken by his wonderful cock.” She finished unable to keep the joy from her voice.
“Then so be it!” Donna declared. “It is the wish of my woman child to infer the gift of her virginity to my husband, her father. If anyone present can give a just reason for her not to do so, please hold up your clean, sin-free hands now.”
By saying it that way, Donna ensured she conveyed the fact that everyone present had cum or pussy juice on their hands. There were no objections.
“Then husband, give me your penis. I will prepare its passage.” With that Donna moved between me and Emily, grabbed my still hard cock in one hand and began manipulating Emily’s pussy with the other.
As her juices began to flow, Emily began to sigh, then moan, then eventually beg to feel me within her. My little girl sounded so grown up when she begged for my cock. I can still hardly believe I was her first, but I was. I slowly sank my manhood into her tight passage, stopping when I felt her hymen. I leaned down and kissed her, not as a daddy, but as a lover. It was also the first time I’d kissed her in such a way and it was an amazing experience all on its own. I was tempted to pull out again, but Donna pushed my buttocks from behind, impaling me fully in my daughter’s formally virgin pussy. Emily gasped, a tear forming at the corner of her eye and I stayed very still for some moments. Eventually Emily whispered that she was fine and that I should continue. As I slowly withdrew, I kissed her nipples through her blouse. They were already hard but she loved that and all I wanted to do was give her pleasure. The first couple of strokes were hard on Emily, but she quickly began thrusting back at me. In no time Emily was cumming around my cock and it felt wonderful. Donna’s words in my ear took me over the brink.
“Cum for her honey. Fill your baby girl’s pussy with your baby juice. Let her feel the heat of your cum inside her! When you’ve cum, pull out and I will clean the both of you up and the ceremony will be complete. ”
She’d only just managed to get those words out before I came. It felt like buckets and buckets pumping into my child, but I knew it wasn’t too much thanks to Donna’s earlier bow job. I dutifully pulled out and expected Donna to wrap a warm cloth around my cock. It was warm, but it wasn’t a cloth. Donna engulfed my cock in her mouth, despite the traces of blood that were on it. When I was clean Donna gently nudged me out of the way and she set to work licking her daughter clean. For a woman who wasn’t all that fond of cum, she’d taken two loads tonight and the various other fluids that Emily was emitting. I felt my cock twitch again, for the third time in an hour!
Donna had said the ceremony would be over after I’d done my duty, but she only meant that it’d be over for me. Every one of those men took a turn with Emily that evening. By the time she was finished with the last guy, she was pretty sore down there, but happy she’d done it.
After that night, things went back to normal, yet they were never quite the same. Emily was a woman now, able and willing to fuck. There were 7 family members she had already fucked other than me and they were all over her at one time or another. Not wanting sex so much as just being there in case. Everyone was wonderful to her and she now has 5 favorite uncles and 2 favorite cousins, all of whom spoiled her rotten.
My mom got her wish to finish what she’d started, which is not surprising given my mom’s nature, by finishing the blowjob she started. She’s a spitter, but that was fine by me. One day about 6 months after that, she answered her door when we came to visit, as naked as a jaybird. My mother looked fantastic for a woman in her 50’s. That day, after we’d recovered from our shock, she explained that we’d started something and she was just carrying on our tradition. That day I fucked my mother for the first time too. Not out in the open or in front of Donna or Emily, but in my old bedroom. Just one more reason to have great memories of that room, I say! Mom's always coming up with surprises and she's promised to treat me to one some day soon.
Time passed and Emily entered High School. She knew most of the kids of course, but still, she was a hit. She didn’t become an easy lay or anything, but she wasn’t shy about speaking her mind and she had a ton of very protective friends. She even took Ricky’s virginity, explaining it as something she’d do for any of her special friends. They didn’t date or anything, but they’ve always stayed close friends.
The years passed and Emily entered college. She’s dated a few guys but has not found ‘the one’ yet. Donna is just as proud of her as I am. She’s so mature, so sensible, yet has a wicked fun streak in her as well. She graduated College with a degree in law and now works for the city specializing in child law. She has put away a number of pedophiles in her time and it strikes me as unusual that she chose that specialty.
She is in her own place now, but it couldn’t be a better place. Old man Wesley from next door moved to a retirement village and Emily purchased his house so she can have her own space yet not be too far away from us.
I thought Emily would get tired of sex with her old man, just as kids grow out of almost everything. But Emily’s not most kids and she loves on me every opportunity she gets.
It’s Ben’s 16th birthday next week. He’s a great kid, who loves football and studying. Can you imagine such a thing? A Jock bookworm! Girls seem to chase him all the time and he seems mostly oblivious. Of course he’s been getting the same education as Emily got, but he’s getting it from his mom AND sister.
Mike Thomson - Mike and His Stepdaughter Emily