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 I woke up in the morning at the usual time, around 6:00am, and padded into
the kitchen.  I had to feel my way around as the lights were off and the
sun had not yet peeked out from...from wherever it came from in this house.
I tried like hell to make as little noise as possible, not wanting to wake
the wee ones that slept soundly upstairs.  I fumbled and puttered around,
washing a dish here or there, picking some papers off the floor, and
scrubbing...something green, or brown...off the floor near the sink. 
Eventually I made my way to the coffee maker and managed to brew a pot of
coffee.  I had stumbled over some very rich smelling Kenyan coffee,
seemingly freshly ground, and carefully scooped what I thought would be the
right amount into the filter.  `She has a healthy taste' I thought to
myself as I watched the liquid gold pour through the opening and into the
carafe.
   As I settled into the kitchen chair, steaming cup rising before me, I
heard the dainty shuffle of feet down the front hall stairway, and watched
as she made the slow walk of shame down the hallway and into the kitchen, a
guilty smile on her face, her hair askew, wearing just a v-neck t-shirt,
some thin blue pajama bottoms and big fluffy pink slippers.
   She glided into the seat opposite me as she smiled and looked away
saying "I am *so* sorry about last night.  I don't know what came over me.
I just...its just that...I don't know, I didn't think I would..." She bit
her lip as her chatter faded off and she again smirked and laughed
guiltily.
   `She' was my son's wife, Melissa.  A lovely, sweet young girl from
California who found her way into my oldest son's heart after a brief
courtship where he played the role of the dashing single research scientist
teaching some undergrad classes at CalPoly and she played the role of the
darling grad student teaching assistant that fell for his charm and good
looks and wild ways.  Eight years his junior, she was, in my eyes, just a
baby when I first twirled her around the dance floor in her wedding dress,
her blue eyes sparkling, her gorgeous blonde locks shorn short for the
occasion, her delicate tanned shoulders glistening with sparkles and a
sheen of sweat as we toured the floor and I showed her how well her new
father-in-law could still move.
   The `it" to which she was referring was her untimely passing out on the
living room couch last night at all of 8pm as we sat watching a silly
romantic comedy she had always wanted to see but Michael had somehow
managed to avoid.  And by `passing out' I mean ZONKED, dead to the world,
completely oblivious to anything or anyone, like nuclear fallout passed
out. Her glass of wine, her second, tippled over as she nodded.  I watched
her from a distance of two feet, her eyes glazing over, her mouth falling
open, her head snapping back every few seconds in a desperate attempt to
appear awake.  But in the end, her body and mind gave up, and she lurched
to the side, spilling her wine on the couch and on me, and smashing her
head into the pillow behind my shoulder with enough force to leave an
imprint.
   I quickly smiled and soothed her worries, convincing her that all was
ok. I explained how I had grabbed the glass after it made just a small pool
of red on the couch cushion, and set it down on the coffee table.  And how
I then gently lifted her up so she was leaning on my shoulder, and we
shuffled together, out of the living room, down the hallway and up the
stairs to her bedroom.  I had gently laid her down, pulling off her
slippers and covering up in her warm soft comforter.  I brushed the little
locks of hair that had covered her eyes, smiled and watched her for a
moment, maybe a moment too long, as she settled into a rhythmic pattern,
and then I closed the door for the evening.  Twice that night I had to take
care of the newborn she had in the other room, my grand daughter, so sweet
and lovely and fresh and clean and new.  She awoke with a little whine at
3am and again at 5:30am, but each time I was prepared with a bottle of
Melissa's milk from the fridge, a quick change of diaper and clothes, and a
pat on the bum and into the crib.
   That's the reason I was here, after all, 3000 miles from my empty home.
My son had gone off on another adventure for work, and his bride was
fearful to be left alone in the new home with the new baby.  And so I
graciously offered to come and stay for as long as I was needed.  At 50ish,
I was still a spry and healthy man, and life had afforded me enough luck
whereby I could easily take time off from work, paid or not, and not have
it affect my future.
   So, there we sat as the red blanched away from her cheeks, no longer
feeling completely embarrassed but still not knowing fully what had
happened to her the evening before.  We chatted about this and that, and we
got comfortable in our pajamas as I poured her a cup of coffee and we both
slowly shook the cobwebs from our brains and greeted the new day.
   "So, what did you used to do when you had the boys running around the
house on a Saturday morning like this?" she asked, apropo of nothing.
   "Oh, I was the breakfast king for the family.  Didn't Michael every tell
you?  I could cook everything, from eggs to sausage to omelettes to french
toast.  I even had my own recipe for pancakes from scratch that used to
draw their friends over to the house each weekend."
   "Oh God, pancakes....yum, I don't think I have had pancakes in, like,
forever, and certainly not from scratch.  Sounds delicious.  So what was
your secret?"
   "Well, I ....  well, why don't I show you?  I am sure you've got the
basic ingredients here, right?" I asked as I looked around.
   She smiled a bright, beaming smile and jumped to attention and started
shuffling through the closet pantry to find flour and sugar and the rest,
then pulling out mixing bowls and spoons and measuring cups.  She was so
excited, she was bouncing around like a little girl with a dopey smile and
shining eyes.  I thought then about the fact that she had never known her
father, a single girl raised by a single mom, and that this was all rather
new to her.  So I relished the chance to teach her the right way, so she
could eventually pass it on to her children.
   As we stood at the counter pulling all the ingredients together, I
talked her through all the steps - melting the butter, fluffing the eggs,
folding in the liquid to the dry mix, etc.  She drank everything in,
leaning in close to me and smiling up at me every chance she got. 
Eventually we reached the mixing stage, and I offered the bowl to her to
mix everything together.  As she leaned into the bowl to churn, I looked
down at her and, not for the first time, admired her breasts - large and
round and slightly swollen with milk, the v-neck tshirt afford me ample
exposure to her cleavage and, with the jiggling caused by her aggressive
mixing, even the opportunity to see her round, pinkish brown areolas,
twinged with frequent use and stiffening now with the brush of cotton
against them.
   She was gorgeous, this young lady, a woman I would definitely have gone
for in my days of chasing skirts, but she was a terrible mixer....and I had
to eventually stop and teach her how to do it.  I placed my hand around her
wrist to slow her down, and as I did this a big puff of unmixed flour
bloomed between us and sprinkled on her nose, her cheek and over her
exposed cleavage.  The peal of sweet, lilting laughter filled the room as
she reared back, giant gaping smile on her face, at a loss for words and
brushing away the flour from her tearing eyes.  I roared in laughter too as
she smeared the flour across her wet cheek, making it only worse, as she
looked at me with mock outrage and dipped her hand into the mix and flicked
a finger full at me.
   The pancake mix globbed its way onto my chest, then slowly rolled down
my shirt.  I returned the mock outrage at the offense, and smiled as I
watched her eyes follow my stare down her body to her chest, where her
nipples were doing handstands beneath the thin cotton of her tshirt,
pushing the material out a good inch or more.  We both locked our eyes on
the nipples as she slowly brought her right hand over to brush some flour
from it, and her finger made contact with her chest sending a bolt of
electricity through her body and momentarily making her catch her breath
and shiver.
   I then realized that her gaze had moved somewhere else, and so I in turn
followed hers, lower and lower until I realized I was staring at my
sweatpants sticking straight out, my cock forming a perfect right angle
from the rest of my body, rigid and pulsing and engorged beneath the
material.  And at the very tip of the tent, a small dollop of the pancake
batter that she had flung moments ago rested precariously, ready to fall
off and onto the floor.
   Before I could talk or speak or move, she reached out to grab the
batter, but, intentionally or not, misjudged her aim and ended with her
thumb and forefinger delicately but firmly grasping the head of my cock. 
She paused for a moment, a few heartbeats, never looking up at me as I
gazed incredulously down at her, and she breathed a shallow, warm,
shuddering breath.  And then she moved her thumb, not away, but in a
subtle, slight stroking motion, cleaving the head of my cock so slightly
and running from the hole at the top down to the sensitive underside of the
head.  She did this once, twice, three times, achingly slow and gentle, as
if too aware of how wrong this was but simply too wrapped up in the
discovery of it all to stop.
   I took a chance and slowly moved my hand toward her breast, hesitating
at the last moment as my hand paused in cupped motion a mere inch from her
body, until she shifted ever so slightly as if to give me the nod that she
wanted to be touched.  I exhaled the breath that I had been holding in
since I first moved my hand, and the warm air flowed over the nape of her
neck and down through her bosom and she seemed to defrost at that moment
and smile.  Still not looking me in the eye, she smiled as I saw the
creases form in her cheeks, little dimples appearing as I looked down at
her, and I knew this was going to be a breakfast to remember.
   My hand then moved to cup her swollen breast, full and heavy and round
and supple, and my thumb went to stroke her nipple.  With a single brush,
she again shuddered and crumpled slightly at the knees, lurching forward
slightly and grasping more of the head of my cock.  On purpose or not, it
had the desired effect of allowing me to thrust forward, pushing my full
length of meat into her hand, forcing her hand into a grasping, stroking
hold around my cock, still covered in my sweatpants.
   I could take no more of the hesitation, my urge was too great to make
love to this sweet girl, and my signals from her could not have been more
clear.  So I eased my hand under her chin and pulled up slightly so she
would look up at me, and I smiled as she smiled and we gazed into each
other's eyes.  I ran my hands along the sides of her breasts and dipped
under her arms, lifting her up and onto the countertop so we were close to
the same height.  I reached out to kiss her, and she opened her mouth
willingly, hungrily and fed me her tongue, running her lips along my tongue
and inside my mouth, a wet, soft, pink target stabbing at me, coaxing me in
closer and deeper, pulling my whole body towards her.  As I wrapped my arms
around her I felt her legs come up and around my waist, the heat from her
body bleeding through the thin material of her sleepwear, her heels digging
into my lower back.
   I moved my hands to the neckline of her tshirt and began to pull it
down, off one shoulder, then the next, as the material stretched and gave
way, her arms releasing me momentarily as they fought to come up and out
from the neck of the shirt.  Her breasts bobbed into sight, a vision of
sheer beauty, perfectly round, inexplicably smooth and unblemished, with
engorged, throbbing nipples touching the air for the first time and peaking
out even further than before.  I reached down instinctually to run my mouth
along them, sliding my wet tongue underneath her left breast first, and
swirling up to capture her nipple from underneath.  The moment my tongue
made contact, she jolted up and arched herself impossibly back, to the
point where her nipples were pointed skyward, and let out a squeal of such
delight and pleasure.  Slowly, as she came back to earth, I lashed her
nipple again, and again, each time causing her jolts of mini-orgasms that
stopped her breath and flushed her face.
   By then I could smell her juices flowing from between her legs.  I
reached down and ran my finger gently along the slit of her pussy, still
covered in pajamas and panties, and felt the heat and moisture pouring from
her.  I realized, as long as I wanted this to last, she desperately needed
a massive orgasm now, and I desperately desired to do that for her.  I
quickly peeled her clothing off, tossed it aside and turned to see her
unfold her legs wide as she teetered on just her little buttcheeks, upper
body arched back and feeling free and exposed, lower body scissored open
and begging me to dive in.
   The drool from her pussy lips glistened on the countertop already, and
the scissoring effect of her body allowed me to view her moist, shaven
pussy lips as they parted, folding open slowly, still delicately clinging
to each other in a desperate attempt to remain closed and modest, but
ultimately giving over to the desires of its owner to open as wide as
possible for the pleasurable invasion she so ached for.  I bent at the
waist and moved my head in closer, inhaling this darling scent, admiring
being so close to such a perfect specimen of feminine wiles, and licking my
lips in anticipation of the most delicious of breakfasts.  Her eyes were
still rolling in the back of her head, her back still arched and waiting
for contact from me as I first reached out with my soft tongue to run a
course from the bottom of her pussy lips up to the outer reaches of her
clitoral hood.  The moment I touched her, I heard a shriek and felt her
hands slam down on the back of my head as she screamed "oh my God, what are
you going to do?"
   I gazed at her shocked look from between her legs and said, in my best
Carey Grant, "I am going to make you cum, my sweet."
   "I thought you were...  omygodyesplease...I just thought you wouldn't
want to...to...to...ohgodpleasepleaseplease" she stammered as I realized
she was not expecting to be pampered like this....but I know of no other
way, and it had always worked for me in the past so I stuck with it.
   With a single long sweep of my tongue, I cleaved her pussy and buried my
tongue into her sweet little hole, then swept up and along her slit until I
reached her clitoris, now wantonly exposed and begging to be touched.  I
twirled my tongue around it once, twice, three times, then settled my mouth
over her, slaking my tongue across her clit and sucking lightly with my
lips closed over her.  Within moments her pussy was gushing, her juices
flowing and her body bucking.  Her legs wrapped tightly around my head,
covering my ears and shaking violently.  It sounded as if I were in a
turbine chamber, the noise was so great as her thighs boxed my ears and off
in the distance I could hear her wailing and moaning.  Her juices swept
past my tongue as I tried to drink in as much as I could, and spilled over
my lips and down my bearded chin, causing a suction to occur at the lower
half of her pussy between my chin and her hole, and each time I swiped with
my tongue, my chin would move a little deeper into her pussy.
   It was heavenly, feeling her shudder and buck and shake, coming to peaks
of orgasm every two minutes or so.  My mouth never left her pussy, my
tongue never stopped licking, my chin never stopped burrowing.  I felt the
slick of her juices running down my neck, bleeding into my shirt, and even
wetting my chest hair.  I swiped down lower after her tenth orgasm,
reaching down to the point between her pussy and asshole, that nether
region that is so exciting and enticing and is the key to determining what
type of woman you are with.  A long slow swipe in that area will make a
woman do one of two things - seize up and stop cumming, or involuntarily
lift her hips up to get you tongue closer to her ass.
   As I swiped, I waited for the moment, waited for what she would do.  I
felt her legs unwrap from my head, and search and struggle to find the edge
of the countertop.  I heard her pushing pans and cups and containers away
as she furtively moved to make room, and I watched as she hooked her legs
to the countertop edge, still spread wide, and lift.  And as she lifted her
bottom in the air, she struggled to expose more and more of her ass to me,
begging me to have my tongue burrow back there, aching to be touched and
licked and tasted.  I watched her struggle for a moment, then when she felt
all hope was lost, I place my arms around her waist and with a swift,
decisive motion, I turned her around so she lay belly down on the counter.
With that she breathed a sigh of relief and then slowly drew her knees up
just slightly, making her ass open wider as her little rosebud came into
view.
   I wasted no time now.  Her body was soaked with sweat and pussy juice,
droplets of it still making their way down to the countertop.  I placed my
hands on either side of her ass cheeks and spread her wider until I could
comfortably fit my face into her ass.  Reaching out with my tongue I buried
it deep inside, stabbing into her hole and running rings around the
delicate, sensitive outer edge.  Slowly I eased my left hand down to her
pussy, and ran my thumb along her inner lips until I found her sweet little
hole once again.  And gently I guided my thumb inside her while my fingers
danced lightly over her clitoral hood.  She was being played by me like a
perfect instrument, tongue and thumb and forefingers working in concert to
draw the most beautiful songs of joy and passion and ecstasy out of this
gorgeous creature.
   After an eternity feasting on her lower body, and watching her succumb
to orgasm after orgasm, I lifted her exhausted, broken body in my arms and
pulled her close.  She was devastated and worn out beyond belief as she
hugged me close, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my
shoulders.  My cock brushed against her now gaping, drooling pussy, and she
bounced ever so slightly on top of it, whispering in my ear to `please fuck
me'.  I could do nothing but oblige, as I eased my sweatpants down with one
hand and my cock sprang to life, finally exposed to the world after
achingly waiting patiently for its turn.  With my pants around my ankles,
my cock pointed straight out, I arched my back slightly to draw it pointing
up and simultaneously eased her body down to make contact.  Her pussy was
so hot and wet and open, it was a simple matter of gravity as I released
her slightly and felt her pussy slowly envelope my cock.  Her eyes widened,
her mouth formed the perfect `O' and her body shuddered as my cock
continued it tunneling journey into the depths of her body.  The shocked
look on her face told me she did not expect the journey to take that long
or to be that deep, but she was not complaining as much as she was
expressing her pleasure at the surprise.
   Eventually, as her pubic bone reached mine, and she sat fully on top of
me, she leaned back with a glazed look as if life could not exceed the
pleasure she was experiencing at the moment, and she began to slowly rock,
almost dance-like in her movements.  I reached down with my mouth to take
her nipple in, and she gasped with joy and bounced a little more as her
orgasm peaked again and her body squeezed itself in tight, her breathing
stopped and her face became a crimson red.
   We sat like that for a moment, alternating rocking and squeezing, and I
began to walk a little, carrying her in my arms and we walked, waltzed,
danced slowly around the room.  I realized then that this was truly the
first dance with her, the one I had always wanted to have with this sweet
darling creature, and that thought made me smile so wide and so deep as I
pulled her head into my chest and waltzed her to another shuddering orgasm.
   ============= Our romantic, erotic little dance through the kitchen
lasted for another few minutes before the blissful aura of soft, sensual,
passionate grinding was interrupted by the bleating screams from above -
her little bundle of joy was demanding her 15 minutes of fame.  She raised
her head from my chest, now shivering with the exhaustion of cumming so
many times in so short a period of time, and pleaded with an empty `no' as
we both knew what had to be done.  I once again wrapped my arms around her
soft, sweet body, up under her armpits, and gliding over to the couch,
began to ease her off of my still rigid cock.  Her body naturally rebelled,
her pussy squeezing and clawing and sucking on my cock to keep it inside,
until it could resist not longer and released with a wet, sucking pop.  I
laid her as gently as I could upon the couch and she curled into a fetal
position almost immediately, her fingers rubbing her pussy, her left foot
scratching at her right ankle, her lower torso convulsing with the longing
emptiness for the invader that so recently had been so deeply inside her.
She moaned and mumbled and whispered softly "ohdaddydaddydaddyno...please
no I wasn't done....".
   I looked down at her, so sweet and so cute, ran my hand along her cheek
and bent to kiss her, saying softly "I'll give you a few minutes to pull
yourself together while I go up and quiet your little darling girl."
   I brought her pajamas over to her and laid them gently at her feet, then
turned and went upstairs to the crying little diva, screaming for some
attention.  Gently I picked her up and rocked her, singing softly to her
and bouncing along with her on my shoulder, my hand gently patting her
back.
   Arriving back down a few minutes later, with the cooing babe in my arms,
I gently handed her off to the much-more-put-together Melissa, and went to
fetch my coffee and sit in the rocking chair across the other side of the
room.  Melissa was topless for good reason, as her little babe quickly
latched onto her her mommy to suckle, one of the most natural and sweetest
images to behold - the life-giving care and feeding of the helpless little
ones.
   After a few minutes I noticed Melissa begin to stir and jump whenever
her baby would suckle too loudly or kick her feet the wrong way.  She
looked at me and smiled, laughingly but nervously blaming me by saying "you
hard-wired my nipples to my pussy...now what am I supposed to do when
nursing?  I feel like I am going to cum again!"
   I smiled and comforted her by telling her its completely natural, that
its the way nature intends to protect the weakest by making them cute and
ensuring their feedings are at least not completely miserable to the
care-giver.  She seemed to relax at that and started to enjoy the ride,
closing her eyes and gliding off into a dreamy state while her baby nursed
away.
   When she was done and changed and put back down for a nap, Melissa came
over to me with a big smile.  Her smiles, I was starting to learn, were
meant to convey different meanings, from the natural, friendly happy smile
that stretched her lips and pulled her jaw line in, to this smile, a more
devious, toothy, sly grin that exposed her eyeteeth in an almost
animalistic stare, which meant something slightly more sinister.  With no
compunction or introduction needed, she reached for the waist of my
drawstring sweatpants and her body went to her knees, allowing the natural
motion to pull my pants down and allow my semi-rigid, thick cock to plop
out right in front of her eyes.  She looked up for a minute into my eyes,
then back to my cock that was ringed with the dried, salty crust of her
pussy juices as she licked her lips and wordless explained that it was my
turn to cum.
   Her head leaned back and her mouth opened wide, mimicking the natural
curve of my re-awakening shaft, and she moved her head into position to
take it all into her mouth.  She closed her eyes in pleasure and wrapped
her sweet lips around me and began to suckle like the mouth of her little
baby upon her nipples, just suckling and rolling my cock all around her
mouth, ensuring my head continued to point downward toward her throat as it
instinctually grew and grew in size and girth.  She grasped my hands and
placed them on the back of her head, centered her eyes on my lower belly,
and pushed her face against me until her nose was buried in the tufts of my
public hair.  I took the cue and wrapped my hands around her head and
slowly pushed deeply into her mouth, feeling my cock continue to grow and
brush up against her throat.  She was so eager to please me, she insisted
on keeping her throat open as much as possible, even breathing through the
obvious gagging that was occurring as my growing girth blocked the passage
of air to her lungs.
   The sight of her, wide-eyed and so excited to please, made me want to
shoot my load so deeply inside her.  I pulled and thrust my hips, pulling
my cock halfway out of her mouth, then deeply back in, and that sensation
was enough to send me over the edge as my cock involuntarily exploded,
spurting streams of white, rich, thick cum deeply into her mouth and down
her throat.  She struggled and gagged, her eyes bulged and watered, but she
desperately clung to the goal of taking me inside her completely.  As I
continued to burst inside her, stroking in and out, the cum began to leak
out on the sides of her mouth and drool down her chin.  She raised her
hands to capture the white drool and brought it down to her nipples,
rubbing it around her breast so there was long, lacing strings of cum and
spit trailing from her mouth to her breasts, mixing with the tears
streaming from her eyes.
   As I slowed to a finish, my cock naturally popped out of her mouth, but
she remained there kneeling, letting my swinging cockhead brush against her
face naturally as she nuzzled it and rubbed the remaining drool and cum
along her cheeks and lips.  She looks so happy to have pleased me, and so
pleased with herself for being able to make me cum.
   Eventually, shyly, she looked up at me and said "I know this is going to
seem really weird, but would you please....ummm...take a picture of me with
my iPhone?  I have just never felt so alive and sexy and I want to cherish
it forever....please?" she finished, with a wide-eyed smile that revealed
more of my cum sprayed across her pearly white teeth.
   How could I say no to that?  So I reached for her bedazzled pink iPhone,
focused down at her, and clicked off a round of two or three pictures as
she smiled so sweetly.  An absolute perfect balance of sweet and lovely
coupled with dirty and decadent.  As we stood for a moment in the afterglow
of such an intense moment, I realized that, in order for her to do
anything, I was going to have to clean her up.  So I quickly went to the
bathroom, warmed a towel with hot water, and came back to her still
perfectly prone on her knees, and began to gently wipe her down, from chin
to neck to breasts.  She kneeled there, compliant with hands spread wide,
fingers still webbed with my cum, as I tended to her while she shivered and
giggled and wiggled and snickered at the absurdity of it all.
   After she was all cleaned, she suggested I go shower while she tidied
up, which I did with reluctance.  I hated to leave her with the mess, but
she insisted so I went off to take a long, hot, steaming shower.  When I
came back down, dressed for the day, I read the note that said she had gone
for a walk with the baby and would be back shortly.  With nothing more to
do, I puttered and snacked and watched some television, awaiting the return
of the girls.
   That evening, after a nice lunch and nap with us all, me, mom and baby,
lounging in different rooms of the house, Melissa came bursting into the
guest room where I was staying and proclaimed "we're going out tonight and
I am so fucking excited!!"
   I got from her the details, that she had found a babysitter willing to
sit for the evening, a very nice, experienced neighborhood mom whose own
kids were off for the weekend with their separated dad, who seemed to take
pity on Melissa having to take care of her newborn alone AND entertain the
old crusty dad that showed up unannounced.
   "Hey!" she said "I had to sell it to her that I was at wit's end!" She
laughed and held her stomach and fell on my bed and smiled at me and shook
her head saying "God, I just want a nice night out with you....is that so
wrong?"
   How could I resist that sweet voice?
   So out we went, driving down the coastline with the gentle breeze
sweeping through the Range Rover, Melissa perched so pretty in a short
black dress and sharp heels, her long slim legs smoothed and shaved and
perfectly moisturized, as was every bit of the very large amount of skin
she was showing, bejeweled with some diamonds and silver, her face fresh
and lovely with just the right balance of makeup.  One could not ask for a
more perfect date.
   The restaurant we went to was wonderfully intimate and sexy, with
outdoor seating and fired heating lamps ready to take off any chill that
crept over the diners as the sun went down.  She asked the hostess for a
quiet table since she "didn't get much time alone with her daddy" and it
struck me that that was, at the very least, the third time I had been
referred to without any "in-law".  This intrigued me, and the first chance
I got to bring it up over our first glass of wine, she explained to me
that, since she had never had a dad herself, she found herself wanting and
needing and aching for someone like me.  She blithely called it a "daddy
issue" and said that CA must be ground zero for us kind of girls.  I was
surprised by how open she was to the topic, but when she worried that it
might bother me, I assured her it did not and that any way she wanted to
introduce me was totally fine, as long as it made her happy.  At that, she
smiled that devious, toothy smile again and tipped her glass to mine and
tilted it back, draining the glass completely.
   "If you don't believe me" she nodded, "just check out that one over at
the bar.  I am guessing....let's see...she is probably 21, never really
dated anyone for more than a month, and is constantly looking to find an
older man to take care of her."
   "How can you know all of that?" I asked incredulously.
   "Because, she is just like me.  Dressed to impress a more mature man
with her stockings and seams, drinking a martini to make it easily
recognizable to a respectful man who wishes to buy her another, and the
fact she hasn't once bothered to look over to that group of young, hot
idiots at the other end of the bar.  Believe me, that was me just a couple
of years ago....in fact, did you know that Michael was the youngest man I
ever dated?"
   Wow, that was a surprise in a day full of surprises.  It, like the rest
of the day, just caused me to open my eyes a little more, smile and shake
my head at how lucky I was to be spending time with this lovely little
enigma.
   After a delightful dinner, we dropped back into the cool leather seats
of the Range Rover and I reached to turn the key, but Melissa put my hand
on my hands to stop me.  I thought I knew what was coming next, but I was
shocked when she reached to unlock the doors of the car just as someone
came up to the back door and opened it to jump in.  I looked in the
rearview mirror and immediately recognized the sweet young girl from the
bar.  I hadn't known it, but quickly leaped to the conclusion that Melissa
had arranged something devilish.
   Without a word, the lovely brunette glided forward between our seats,
resting her little bottom on the arm rests that separated the seats, and
wrapped her arm softly around my neck as she said `hi' and leaned in for a
kiss.  As I reached my mouth out to touch her lips, her hand went down into
my crotch to rub my cock and she whispered "oh wow, you were not joking,
your dad is yummy...".  No sooner did this register in my mind than she
swooped down in a single motion and began to unzip my pants and fish out my
growing cock.  For the second time in a single day, I found the warm, wet,
supple lips of a gorgeous young woman wrapped around my shaft.  Her mouth
slid artfully up and down my cock as her throat moaned and groaned and
slurped, begging for more and more of it deeper into her throat.  I glanced
to see Melissa in the passenger seat, legs splayed with her panties
dangling from her right foot jammed up into the dashboard, fingers rubbing
furiously against her pussy as she watched this young girl's mouth continue
to glide up and down in my crotch.
   I couldn't take much of it and soon was thrusting upward, pushing my
cock deeper and deeper into this young hottie's mouth, fucking her lips and
tongue and mouth until I could take no more and shot a load deep into her
mouth, shuddering and stammering and breathing in shallow, rapid gasps. 
She drank me until I was sucked dry, then in a swift motion she moved to
Melissa and leaned in for a kiss as Melissa's fingers strummed at lightning
speed across her clitoris.  Their kiss was sloppy and filled with cum,
dripping and drooling and licking and sucking and spreading my seed around
until Melissa burst with an outrageously loud, epileptic orgasm that
slammed her heel against the windshield over and over again, rattling the
car and threatening to burst the glass.
   After a few moments of utter silence, our mystery girl uttered "Wow,
that was so hot.  I am so glad I could make that happen for you, you two
are so sweet." And with that the lovely brunette slinked into the back
seat, adjusted herself and pulled on the door handle to go.
   "Thank you so much, Sweetie...you don't know how much this means to my
daddy and me" Melissa smiled as she worked her way out of her post-orgasmic
coma to turn and say goodbye.
   In a flash she was gone, and I was left with a drooling, semi-rigid cock
and a set of questions in my head.  After a few moments she turned to me
and giggled and said "I met her in the bathroom and told her about the fact
that I was so turned on about tasting my dad's cum but that we were too
afraid to do something as bad and terrible as incest that we wished there
was a way someone could help....and this was her idea of helping!"
   She looked at me blankly for a moment, and then let out the biggest,
heartiest, most devilish laugh I had yet heard from her as she rolled
around in the car seat, kicking her feet and reveling in the joy of my
total confusion.
   She was amazing.  
  
Waltzing Through Breakfast