Subject:     A Birthday Surprise For My Dad 
Story Codes: MF FF oral adultery inc father daughter uncle niece cousin
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 Kristen.  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 Kristen and Tammy.  However, Kristen'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 supposed 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 supposed 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 Kristen'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 Kristen 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 Kristen would be here. 
What we WERE wondering was... where was Tammy?

Kristen 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 Kristen 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 Kristen 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 Kristen'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 
Kristen 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," Kristen 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 Kristen 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, Kristen 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 Kristen 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.

Kristen 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 Kristen 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 Kristen 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 Kristen 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 Kristen 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 Kristen's wet pussy as she moaned and cried out as Kristen's tongue 
drove her crazy with pleasure.  Kristen 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 
Kristen wasn't buying it.  Tammy's hips began to thrust up, almost 
throwing Kristen off balance with the force.  It was like she was being 
fucked by it was Kristen'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, Kristen 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 Kristen 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 Kristen appeared at her 
side.  The two of them each took and arm and disappeared around the 
corner, leaving me and Tammy with my dad.  Once more I was amazed at my 
aunt's intuitiveness.  She knew full well that Steve wouldn't want to 
stay to watch my dad and me with Tammy so she took care of him in a way 
few guys ever get to experience - a mom and daughter threesome.


Chapter 6 - My Dad Finally Gets His "Present"
=============================================
For a moment the room was silent as Tammy recovered from her intense 
orgasm and turned on her side once more.  She looked at me and smiled, 
then nodded towards my dad.  I looked and saw that he was standing now, 
his erection obvious as it pushed out against the dress pants he was 
wearing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God she tasted good!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Checking out my own bedroom, I saw a somewhat similar sight.  There was 
my husband arm in arm with my aunt in the middle of my bead.  Steve 
looked to be sleeping while my aunt was fading in and out.  Kristen 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.  Kristen 
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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