Subject:     My 27th Birthday
Story Codes: MF inc father mother daughter
Diary Date:  March 1, 2012
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

Twenty seven years old.  Yeah, big deal.  Another trip around the sun and 
what does it get me?  Better insurance rates?  NO.  Right to Vote?  Already 
got it.  Right to drink?  Already can.  What it DOES get me is one year 
closer to 30!  Not a good thing.

Thankfully I have a great family that knows how to cure the birthday blues.  
It didn’t hurt that they benefited as well!

 
Table of Contents:
   Chapter 1 - Birthdays
   Chapter 2 - An Expected Present
   Chapter 3 - An Unexpected Present
   Chapter 4 - A Happy Husband


Chapter 1 - Birthdays
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Why do we celebrate birthdays anyways?  What’s the significance of the earth 
passing a certain point in the solar system once a year?  I don't mean to say 
we shouldn’t have them as they’re necessary for a few things such as driver’s 
licenses and voting rights.  But why CELEBRATE them?

Face it, you’re celebrating that you’re OLDER.  Now I guess when you’re a 
kids, growing older IS something to celebrate as you’re maturing and gaining 
responsibilities and rights.  So I would propose that when you’re 21 that the 
practice of celebrating birthdays stopped as from there it’s all downhill!

This year I turn 27.  Big deal.  So I’m one year closer to being 30.  Do I 
really need to be reminded?  Do I have to be told that my boobs will never be 
perkier, my skin will never be smoother, or that my hair will never be 
fuller?  Do I need a kick in the ass telling me that another year has gone by 
without having a kid and know when they graduate from college I’ll likely be 
in my fifties?

It wasn't so bad when the cake had ten candles on it.  Now it’s like a 
bonfire! Last year they didn't even bother putting enough candles on it, 
instead just putting on a few to symbolize my old age.  Talk about 
depressing...

The only thing different this year was it was my first birthday being 
married. Not that it should make any difference I suppose, but it did throw a 
new twist into the works.  Still, it didn't make me any younger!


Chapter 2 - An Expected Present
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If there’s one thing I fully expected on my birthday, it’s to be fucked by my 
dad.  Since he first did me when I was sixteen he hasn’t missed one yet so 
this will be the eleventh consecutive year (God, even THAT sounds like I’m 
getting old!).  It was touch-and-go when I was in college as he had to travel 
several hours one-way but he never missed a single one.  

There’s something special about maintaining family traditions.  Friends come 
and go and jobs change but the one thing you always have is your family.  
NOTHING comes before my family (except God but hopefully that never becomes 
an issue).  My Aunt Linda even divorced her husband when he forced her to 
decide between her family relationships and him.  It was a horrible thing for 
him to do, to put her in a position of having to choose.  It had to be like 
that scenario where a mother is holding onto two children over a cliff but 
has to reach for safety and thus can only save one.  How do you choose?  
Well, that’s why you have priorities and for me the top three are GOD, 
family, and my husband.

What I mean by all that is the physical act of having sex with my dad on my 
birthday isn’t what’s important.  Frankly, it’s not any different from any 
other day.  It’s the meaning of what he is doing that is important.  It’s the 
expression of his love for me by ensuring that no matter what, nothing stops 
him from being there for me on that day.  It shows me how important I am to 
him, how much I mean to him.  

It’s such an intimate act, something I’m convinced that can only be truly be 
understood by another father and daughter.  Sure there are other emotionally 
bonding relationships - husband-wife, mother-son, etc.  I don't mean to say 
that father-daughter is more special, just that it is unique.  Just as I can 
never truly appreciate the feelings when a mother and son join together, 
neither would I expect them to have a complete understanding of how I feel 
when my dad does me.  

I would especially never believe that anyone not involved in incest at all 
can comprehend the true meaning of the act.  For those I think they see it 
from the physical and erotic perspective, like a porn movie personified.  The 
reality is that sex with my dad isn’t about sex, it’s about him taking me to 
be more than his daughter and using me to satisfy the overwhelming urges 
within him.  It’s how he shows his love and respect for me in the most open 
and honest way.

This year was unusual in that it was leap year which meant my birthday was 
delayed by one day.  Normally there was February 28th and then the next day 
was my birthday.  Not this year!  It had been a while since this had happened 
(OK, so it was four years) and I’d forgotten about what had happened until I 
got a phone call from my dad.

“How’s my little girl doing?” he greeted me.  I think I will be 50 years old 
someday and my dad will still be calling me his little girl”.

“Fine daddy,” I giggle in the phone.  It was like a little routine we went 
through.  He would call me his little girl and I would call him my daddy.

“So are you ready for tonight?”

Thankfully we didn't have a video chat going as he couldn't see my puzzled 
look but he could detect the pause as I racked my brain trying to figure out 
what he was talking about.  We hadn’t planned anything that I knew of.  With 
my birthday the next day it seemed sort of overkill to do anything more the 
night before.

“Awwwwww, so you forgot,” he chuckled, “So that’s how much your daddy means 
to you.”

“Daddy!” I protested, “Not fair!

“OK, here’s a hint... what day is today?”

I started to answer and then it hit me.  Of course, it was Leap Year Day.  
The last time this happened my dad had asked me out to dinner under the 
pretense that if the calendar had been fair then today would be my birthday 
rather than delaying it by a day.

“I take it the silence means you remember now,” he teased me.  “So I’ll be 
over in an hour, ok?”

I said something or another and hung up.  Crap, I wasn't even close to being 
ready!

I ran to the living room where Steve was watching TV and quickly explained to 
him my dilemma. He just grinned.

“So I guess that mean’s your Aunt’s free for the night?”

The horny bastard!  I just rolled my eyes and hurried back to the bedroom to 
get ready.  It was just like him, thinking with his dick.  Then again, he 
hadn’t been over at their house in a while, at least not that he had told me.  
Sometimes they got together for some of the family parties that he and Aunt 
Linda went to but usually he at least told me about them.

Damn, what to wear?  If I knew my dad, this would be a no-expense spared 
evening which likely meant dinner on Mt. Washington overlooking the city. No 
jeans and a blouse tonight!  Thankfully my hair had just been done so it 
wasn't in too bad of shape. 

Still, a shower was mandatory so I quickly bent over and pulled the t-shirt 
I’d been wearing over my head and off, throwing it in the general direction 
of the laundry hamper.  That was all I was wearing - standard evening wear 
for Kelly around the house, so I hopped in the shower.  I KNEW my dad would 
be doing me tonight so I wanted to be clean and smell good for him.

As I scrubbed my butt and crotch I couldn't help but feel a little bit horny 
when my fingers rubbed against my clit.  Damn it was tempting to do a little 
more but I knew that if I allowed myself to get started then there would be 
no stopping until I was done and that could take ten or fifteen minutes even 
if I rushed things.  Nooooooo, I knew my pussy was going to be satisfied soon 
enough so instead I got out and quickly dried myself off.  Somehow I’d 
managed not to get my hair wet so at last that meant a little less to worry 
about.

With my dad, when it came to makeup I knew less was more.  He didn't like me 
to overdo it, saying it made him feel like I was an escort, not his daughter.  
Still, men may not realize it but it takes a lot of effort to have that “no-
effort” look!  By the time I was finished I looked at the digital clock by 
the bed and my heart pounded.  Fifteen minutes! 

Going through my closet I debated what dress to wear.  Nothing TOO casual 
like a sundress - despite the abnormally warm weather we’d been enjoying this 
past week it was still February.  Then again, it wasn't prom night so nothing 
TOO overdone.  Finally I chose one of my favorite dresses.  It was black of 
course, cut with a diagonal hemline that started at about four inches above 
my left knee and then rode up until it was maybe a few inches below my hip on 
the right. It had full shoulders but with a deep-cut font that dove down to 
about three-quarters of my boobs showing LOTS of cleavage but not a lot of 
boob.  The sleeves were cut just below the shoulder making it more a winter 
dress.  The waist was cinched tight but there was no belt which kept it more 
upscale looking.

A long string of pearls with one loop tight to my neck and the other loop 
hanging below my bustline was all I wore for jeweler besides my wedding ring 
(it hadn’t been off my finger since my Steve had put it there during our 
wedding ceremony).  To finish it off and give some bling I chose my pink 
open-toed heels with a single strap around the ankle.

Checking myself out in the mirror, I thought I looked perfect for my dad.  
Not too slutty but enough to draw the attention of every guy in the 
restaurant, especially when I sat down and crossed my legs allowing the dress 
to expose almost my entire leg.

“Whoa, you look HOT!” I heard Steve exclaim. I turned to see him poking his 
head through the bedroom door.

“Not for you tonight,” I teased him, “You get the cougar tonight, not the 
kitty cat.”

We both laughed.  Indeed, my Aunt Linda definitely qualified for the cougar 
designation, not to mention MILF and hot mom.  Considering she was probably 
the only woman he lusted for over the age of twenty (his wife excluded of 
course), it was quite a compliment and I knew she loved the attention, 
especially when her daughter got all upset about Steve wanting her mother 
more than her. 

Of course there WAS on other older woman he liked - my mother, but she was 
out in Oregon and out of reach tonight.  The only time he’d done her was the 
day of our wedding and once at Christmas but I knew he wouldn’t turn her down 
given the chance.  The same time that my dad was loading me up for my trip 
down the aisle, my mom was getting hers from the groom.  It was too bad he 
couldn't have done it with his own mother but they didn't enjoy that sort of 
relationship. 

Just then we heard a horn honk outside.  I peeked out the shades and saw my 
dad’s big SUV parked at the curb.  I was just about to make some snide remark 
about him not coming to the door to get me when I saw the driver’s door open 
and my dad making his way up the sidewalk.  I guess he’d just honked to give 
us warning in case we were fooling around.

I threw on a light coat and opened the door just as he arrived.  He was 
dressed in his usual attire - a dark suit with a long coat.  Most likely he’d 
just come straight from the office.  He stepped in and shook Steve’s hand, 
greeting him and saying something about the crazy warm weather.

“So you’re taking care of things tonight Steve?” he asked him.

Steve just nodded and grinned.  Yeah, he would be taking care of “things” 
tonight.  More like he’d be taking care of my Aunt Linda’s pussy and ass.  If 
there was one thing I knew Steve liked about visiting my Aunt Linda, it was 
that she was an anal freak, unlike her niece.  Oh well, so long as he got his 
fill from her and didn't take it out on me I was more than happy with the 
arrangement.

With that I kissed my loving husband goodbye and we headed out to the SUV 
where my dad even held the door open for me.  Fortunately the traffic into 
the city was light and my dad made his way to the Incline.

I’m told that back in the old days a lot of the steel workers lived up on the 
hill and worked in the steel plants along the river.  To get them back and 
forth were a number of “inclines” which were basically two cars on a cable 
such that when one went up the other went down, thereby balancing themselves 
to make it easier for the climb and drop.  Today there were only two left in 
operation which served more as tourist attractions.  Since, it wasn't a real 
night on Mt. Washington if you didn't start by riding the Duquesne incline.  
We parked near the lower station and I noted there were a surprising number 
of cars already there.

My dad took me by the hand and led me across the street to the station.  I 
couldn't help but frown as little as there seemed to be a line waiting ahead 
of us.  Me and the incline have conspired to create a number of memories in 
the past.  The key is to catch it at a slow period so you get the cable car 
to yourself.  That gives you several minutes of privacy while getting a great 
view of the city.  The only catch is half-way through when you pass the other 
car going the other direction.  Usually people wave as they pass.  I do to - 
as I lift my head from my boyfriend’s lap to take a brief pause from the 
blowjob I’m giving him!  I’ve even had sex a few times but it’s just for the 
thrill as there’s just not enough time for much else.

Well, nothing like that was going to happen tonight as we packed into the car 
and took our seat next to a bunch of tourists and others heading to dinner 
like us.  About the only thrill I got, if you can call it that, was knowing 
the guys standing up next to where I was seated where taking in the view I 
was giving them of my cleavage.  Not that I did anything to discourage them.  
My dad noticed as well and I think he was proud of me.  I’m old enough now 
that people can't be quite sure what to make of us together.  I COULD be his 
daughter but it’s not like I’m a little girl out with her daddy anymore.  
More likely, and I think this is what he got a kick out of, I was either an 
escort or a gold-digger.  Why else would a woman my age be spending the 
evening with a man twenty years older than me?

As we left the upper station, we made a brief stop at the overlook which took 
you out onto a platform way up in the air with an unobstructed view of the 
city.  It was already dark and the lights looked beautiful.  It was soooooo 
romantic!  My dad had his arm around me and I turned to him and gave him a 
hug around his neck. Then we looked each other in the eyes and he kissed me 
on the mouth.  God it felt so hot to kiss my father in front of everyone and 
it was no peck on the cheek.  No, this was long and passionate.  Well, we 
both had wedding rings on so as far as anyone watching, I could have been his 
young trophy wife.  It was a little risky in that someone might have 
recognized us but in the dark with our coats and out at the edge of the 
overlook the odds were pretty slim.

“I love you daddy,” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear me.

“I love you too baby girl,” he replied, his warm breath on my ear as he 
whispered softly.

It was a brief walk to the restaurant.  The Lemont Restaurant is one of the 
most exclusive restaurants in Pittsburgh.  Five Star rated, bring your gold 
card because the bill is going to be BIG!  I’d only been there a few times so 
I knew tonight was going to be special.

My dad checked his coat but I kept mine as you never know in these places how 
cool it might be.  My dad helped me out of it and then put it over my 
shoulders as we waited for the maître de to escort us to our table.  Wow, we 
got the perfect spot, out by the windows in the center overlooking the city.  
It was a beautiful sight and I almost missed seeing my dad slipping something 
to the maître de.  Yeah, I bet this table didn't come free!

“Wine tonight?” he asked, looking over the wine list.

Normally I stick pretty much to my Diet Coke or a glass of water.  Beer has 
never been to my taste, nor hard liquor.  I don't mind a good wine but it’s 
not something I crave.  How many people my age can say they’ve never been 
drunk?  Well, maybe a little tipsy but nothing to warrant a hangover.  It’s 
just not something I’ve ever been into, sort of like smoking or drugs.  My 
biggest vice would have to be sex!  I think most people would agree what I 
“lack” in the other vices I certainly make up for there.

He ordered something but I really wasn't paying much attention, the view was 
spectacular.  Even though we were next to the glass, it wasn't cold so I 
asked my dad to help me with my coat.  He got up and removed it, changing it 
over the back of my chair as the table only seated two.

“Damn, I can't get over how good you look in that dress,” my dad complimented 
me. 

In response, I switched my legs around so my right leg was crossed over the 
left, sitting sideways to the table so my legs were outside the tablecloth 
that hung down so he could see the results.  My right side was where the 
hemline came up the highest so with my leg lifted over the other, it only 
served to pull it even higher.  As I didn’t do the “ladylike” thing and pull 
it down, almost my entire leg up to my butt was showing.  There was no danger 
of my panties or thong showing as I wasn't wearing either one.

My dad didn't make any effort to hide his admiration as he looked down at my 
legs.  “You are the most incredible tease,” he grinned.

I didn't glance around but I could tell he was checking out the crowd.  
Leaning over to me, he smiled and said, “You know, if that bald fat guy over 
at the table with his wicked witch wife stretches his neck any further to 
stare at you he’s going to need a neck brace before the evening’s over.”

I would have loved to suddenly turn my head and catch him looking but what 
the heck, let him stare.  From my dad’s description he didn't sound all that 
interesting anyways.  Now had I been alone or with my cousin Kristi then it 
would have been a different story.  I would have bet my neck paycheck that I 
could have lured him into at least a blowjob in the restroom before dessert 
was served.  Now I was with my dad and the only guy in the place I cared 
about was him.

In the meantime my dad ordered for us and we enjoyed our wine, even if I just 
sipped on mine.

“So what did you get me for my birthday daddy?”

He loved it when I called him daddy, even if I was almost 27 years old. We’d 
been discussing my job so when I changed the subject abruptly I think I 
caught him a little off guard but that’s not always a bad thing. He 
straightened up and fixed his tie before answering.

“Birthday?” he asked, pretending not to understand what I was asking.  Then 
he acted as if he just remembered and said, “Oh that’s right, your birthday 
is coming up soon, isn’t it.”

“Daddy, quit teasing and give me my present,” I pouted.

“So what makes you so sure I got you something?”

“Because you ALWAYS do, that’s why.”

At that we both laughed a little.  It was a game we blamed every year where 
he pretended to forget what day it was and then act as if he hadn’t bought me 
anything.

“Well, it just so happens I might have a little something,” he said 
cryptically.  Then he reached in his suit coat pocket and pulled out a small 
rectangular black box with a tiny gold bow in the middle.

“You know how I am about wrapping,” he apologized as he handed it to me, 
“Happy birthday baby.”

He didn't say anything but I knew how he was about cards as well - same as 
wrapping paper.  It didn't matter as all I cared about was what was inside 
this small box.

I gasped as the contents became clear.

“Oh daddy, it’s beautiful,” I exclaimed softly.  Then I reached in the box to 
remove the gold ankle chain.  It was a weaved rope design where a number of 
thin small strands of gold were woven and then woven again to form a 
beautiful chain.  This was no costume jewelry, that was for sure.  Wow, it 
must have cost a FORTUNE!

It was the perfect gift from a dad to a daughter.  Nothing too ostentatious 
but still elegant. Something I could wear almost anywhere yet was perfect 
even for a night as formal as this.

“You want to put it on me?”

My dad seemed a little surprised as that but quickly regained composure.

“Sure... so how is this going to work?”

We were seated at a small square table at ninety degrees to one another, each 
of us facing the outside glass wall at a slight angle so we both had a view.  
I uncrossed my legs and scooted back a little bit and then lifted by right 
leg (it was on the outside as we were seated) onto the top of his leg, 
dropping me heel on his pants.

“Here you go daddy, put it on me!”

It was killing me not to look around to see who was watching in the crowded 
room.  My dress was pulled up so high if I hadn’t been sitting on it then it 
probably would have pulled up under my butt.  Meanwhile my entire bared leg 
was stretched out straight to his lap.

My dad fumbled with the clasp and then had it undone.  After wrapping it 
around my ankle, he had a hard time getting it done again.

“You know, it might be easier if you would look at what you’re doing instead 
of my leg,” I teased him.

Just then he had it and he looked up at me triumphantly.  I lifted my foot 
off his lap and shook it slightly to let the bracelet settle on my ankle.  Of 
course that also had the effect of pulling my dress even tighter but that was 
just a coincidence of course, LOL.  Lowering my leg, I started to scoot my 
chair forward but as I did it received some help as our waiter lifted it and 
helped maneuver it back into position for me.  

Crossing my legs again, I turned back to thank him but he just smiled.

“No, thank YOU,” he said in a low tone so he wouldn’t be overheard by the 
surrounding tables.  “That looked VERY nice.”

My dad conspicuously coughed and the waiter quickly corrected himself.

“Of course I meant the bracelet sir.”

Yeah right!  He left and I turned to my dad who seemed to be about to break 
out in laughter.

“Daddy, that was mean.”

“What?” he countered, “And I was suppose to just let some waiter stare at my 
daughter exposing herself and not say anything?”

“Isn’t that the point?  So he DOES stare?” I responded with a wicked grin.

My dad reached out and put his hand over mine.  “Of course it is and you know 
I love to show off my sexy little girl.  I just couldn't resist.”

By then our dinner was served and I noted the waiter seemed to be making an 
effort NOT to look at me now.  That was too bad, I like the attention.

My dad had this monstrous steak while he had ordered me a salmon dish knowing 
my preference for seafood.  Everything was perfect and the service was 
outstanding.  After clearing the table, the waiter asked if we were 
interested in dessert but I was stuffed and politely declined.  As it turned 
out, it didn't make any difference.

“Happy Birthday!” I heard someone call out as the restaurant hostess appeared 
carrying a birthday cake with, wouldn’t you know it, about a half dozen lit 
candles on it.

This was the Lemont, not Chucky Cheese, so there was no descending hoard of 
waiters singing silly songs and making a loud fuss.  Things like that were 
frowned upon here but that didn't mean they couldn't serve a perfect cake.  
It was about six inches in diameter so in all fairness it never would have 
held 27 candles. 

“Happy Birthday courtesy of the Lemont,” she said as she presented the cake 
and waited for me to blow out the candles. 

I paused to make my wish but it was impossible to think of anything I wanted 
right then so I just hoped for more years of being with my dad.  It wasn't a 
great effort to blow them all out on the first try and then they cut it and 
served us each a piece.

By the time I was done the wine and dinner had done their work and I needed 
to use the restroom.  I told my dad who helped me out of my chair.

“Would you like to join me?” I whispered to him.

“YES!” he grinned but then added, “but this place has attendants in the 
restrooms.

“I’m sure they won’t mind watching,” I teased.

My dad smiled.  “You never quit, do you?”

Actually I had hoped he would have accepted my offer.  If anything, doing it 
in a stall with the attendant there knowing the two of us were in it would 
have just been all more erotic.  Oh well, I guess you can’t have everything.  
I made my way to the ladies room I felt my new birthday present on my ankle 
and I loved the way it looked on me.

We eventually left and as we walked back towards the upper incline station I 
felt a twinge inside.  Like how had we made it through such a meal without 
doing anything?  Not even a hand-job!  Damn, I was turning 27, not 72! There 
was just something about it that made me all the more determined and when I 
get determined I get more willing to take risk.   Just ahead I saw my 
opportunity to remedy this situation - the overlook.

It was a few hours later now and the night had cooled off considerably.  The 
crowds has disappeared leaving us alone on the sidewalk.  As we approached 
the turnoff to the overlook, I turned to my dad and said, “Daddy, I want to 
go out there again.”

My dad looked at me quizzically.  “It’s getting pretty cold; are you sure?”  
he glanced at his watch and for a moment I thought maybe he was late for 
something but that didn't make any sense.

“C’mon daddy, I have something to show you,” I called to him as I went ahead.

He followed me reluctantly but eventually we got there.  I went to the outer 
edge and turned, putting my back against the railing.  He moved in close to 
me and we kissed again, only this time even longer than before.  I felt his 
arms around me, pulling me into him.  His tongue reached into my mouth and I 
could feel the passion growing in him.

My hands reached down to his coat and opened it up, reaching inside until I 
felt his crotch.  Mmmmmmm, somebody was horny!   Before he could say no, I 
unzipped him and reached in for his dick, pulling it out.

“Naughty girl,” he whispered huskily to me and then he sighed as I started to 
stroke his dick with my hand.  He felt so warm!  Then again, that was as much 
because my hands were so cold.  The coldness didn't seem to be affected him 
though!

“I love holding your dick daddy,” I said to him, looking into his eyes and 
seeing the lust that was forming there.

My dad looked around, obviously a little nervous at the potential exposure 
but too turned on to stop me. As dark as it was there was almost no chance 
anyone was even paying attention to us and with his coat covering what I was 
doing and the way we were standing I think someone could have been right 
behind him and not known what was happening right in front of them.  For me 
it wasn't about anyone actually seeing us that turned me on, it was just the 
idea of stroking my own father’s cock overlooking the city that was so hot.

“You know, I can remember when you were little and we use to all come up here 
to look out over the entire city,” he reminisced whimsically, “You use to be 
so scared of the height and I had to assure you we weren’t going to fall.  
God, I can remember wishing so badly that you would do to me then what you’re 
doing now.”

I smiled at him as I used two hands on his dick.  I was probably ten or 
eleven at the time if memory served me.  It made me wonder what would have 
happened if I had known what he was thinking at the time.  Then again, my mom 
had been with us and I know she would have never allowed such hanky-panky 
when I was that age.  Still, I couldn't help wish I could go back and get a 
do-over!

His dick was so hard in my hands!  I licked my lips and wanted so back to 
suck him.  I knew that he would protest if I tried as that would probably be 
crossing the line for him but at the same time I would have bet that had I 
managed to get my mouth on him that he would have given in to me.  Heck, once 
I had my mouth on ANY man’s dick it was like I could ask for anything and 
he’d give it to me so long as I didn’t stop sucking him.

Just as I worked up the courage to give it a try, he looked at his watch I 
heard his breath exhale sharply.

“Something wrong daddy?”

“Hell no,” he groaned as I gave him an extra little tug, “What could possibly 
be wrong right now?”

Still, it seemed he was suddenly preoccupied.  Then to my surprise he pushed 
my hands away and put his cock back in his pants. 

“What do you say we go back to the house and do this right?” he suggested.  
“I have this funny feeling that Linda’s preoccupied right about now so the 
hot tub should be ours for the taking.”

It seemed like a good suggestion but I still felt a little let down at 
missing this opportunity to suck him off in such a public place.  Oh well, 
getting fucked in the hot tub wasn't exactly a bad alternative!

The ride down the incline was uneventful.  The car wasn't as packed as it was 
going up but there were still a few other people so I wasn’t able to do 
anything.  When we got back to the SUV he opened the door but I turned to him 
instead and stuck out my leg so he could get a better view of his present for 
me.

“Damn I love your legs,” he complimented me.

“Daddy, I was trying to show you your new present!”

He laughed and kissed me briefly.  “How could it NOT look great when it’s 
being worn on an ankle as sexy as yours?”

I climbed in and he closed the door behind me.  It only took about ten 
minutes to get back home (I still think of it as “home” as I spent my entire 
life there until I graduated from college).  I couldn't wait to strip and get 
in the hot tub.  I LOVED his present on my ankle but now it was time for the 
present I was really looking forward to... my daddy’s birthday fuck.


Chapter 3 - An Unexpected Present
=================================

“Last one naked in the tub is a lazy bones!” I called out to him as I raced 
into the basement from the garage.  As soon as I was inside the door I 
dropped my heels and slid off my dress.  The pearls were laid on top of the 
washing machine for safe keeping but I left my new present on my ankle so 
technically I wasn't totally nude but close enough.

My dad was right behind me but he had a lot more to get off so it was no 
contest.  He was barely out of his shirt when I was running up the creaky 
wooden stairs to the first floor.  Making my way through the kitchen, I 
opened up the back door that led to the deck and the hot tub.  Ha, I’d be in 
the tub up to my neck before my dad even made it up the stairs!

The first indication that something wasn't right was the hot tub cover was 
laying on the deck.  My dad NEVER left it off as the heater could barely keep 
up with the heat loss if it was off for a long time, not to mention the bugs 
and whatever that seemed to collect in it.

Then I saw WHY the cover was off.  Someone was in the tub!  My first thought 
was that Steve and my Aunt Linda had decided to use it but there was only the 
back of a woman’s head with no Steve in sight.  Plus there hadn’t been 
another car in the driveway and if anything, Aunt Linda’s had been missing 
from the garage.  THAT meant it wasn't her which would have been odd as I 
couldn't see her being done with Steve already.

All these thoughts raced through my head in literally a couple of seconds and 
then I put the pieces of the puzzle together.  Just as I was about to call 
out to her, my mom turned her head and smiled at me.

“Happy Birthday Kelly!”

Holy crap!  Talk about an unexpected birthday surprise.  I’d just spoken to 
my mother a few hours earlier and she hadn’t even hinted that she was 
anywhere but in her apartment in Oregon.  The tricks you can play with cell 
phones!  I had been heart-broken a week before when she had told me she 
wouldn’t get away from work for my birthday but that she would try to make it 
up to me soon.  Boy, talk about taking it all down hook, line and sinker!

Just then my dad showed up, finally naked.  I was standing in the middle of 
the deck, turning back and for the between the two of them.  It had been 
literally years since we’d been together like this and I was virtually frozen 
in place, stunned by this surprise.

“Just don’t stand there girl, come here and give your mom a kiss and a hug,” 
she called out to me.

She turned around and kneeled in the tub, her set breasts dripping as she 
stretched out her arms for me.  I hurried over to her and kneeled on one knee 
on the bench that went around the tub and we embraced.  Without a word we 
kissed and our lips pressed hard against the others, tongues immediately out 
searching and probing.

I hadn’t kissed my mom in months, not since Christmas.  It was a little funny 
how kissing her was so much different than kissing my dad.  With my dad it 
was all the thrill of me kissing my father, of me being his incestuous little 
girl ready to give him everything what he wanted.  With my mom, it was more 
like kissing a lover.  Of course it wasn't anything like kissing my TRUE 
lover - my husband, but in terms of a female lover, my mom was as close as it 
got to having one.

“Ahem!” my dad coughed.  He had moved up closer to the tub to watch us.  
“Mary, do you mind if I join you?”

Although she didn't make any outward sign of it, for just the briefest of 
moments I felt my mom tense in my arms.  After all, they WERE divorced and 
for a good while things had been really tense between them.  It didn't help 
when her own sister moved in right behind her.  My mom had been sharing my 
dad with her sister since high school but sharing is one thing, taking is 
another.

“Of course, you both need to get in... just like old times.”

Yeah, just like old times.  My oldest memories of me and my parents relate to 
times in the hot tub.  When I was little it was like having my own private 
pool.  I can say one thing, we got our money’s worth out of it even if my dad 
did complain sometimes about the electric bill in the colder months.  The hot 
tub was where I learned to be nude with my parents as a normal way of being, 
not something sexy or taboo-breaking. 
I sat down next to my mom, pressing my nude body against hers.  She felt so 
good against me!

“OK, so which of you is responsible for this?” I demanded, pretending to be 
stern.

My dad laughed while my mom just rolled her eyes.  “Believe it or not, your 
husband did,” she informed me.

That made perfect sense.  Leave it to Steve to arrange something like this.  
Of course I knew it had more to do than him just arranging for a great 
present for me.  He was always telling me how much it turned him on to fuck 
his wife’s mother, like the ultimate male fantasy.  Actually that wasn't 
true.  His ultimate fantasy for my mom was to fuck the two of us together, 
the old porn standby, mom and daughter having sex together with a stranger.  
I think he would’ve been even happy if it had happened fifteen years earlier, 
but this was better than nothing.

It was almost overwhelming.  How many years had it been since the three of us 
had been together like this?  For a brief moment a thought came to my mind 
and my heart practically stopped.  Oh my god, could it be?

My mom could always read me like a book and tonight was no exception.  She 
must have caught the expression on my face as I looked back and forth between 
the two of them, hoping against hope that the impossible was about happen.

“Oh Kelly, I’m sorry,” she said softly as she put her arm around me, “Don’t 
get the wrong idea.  Your father and I agreed to call a truce tonight but 
that’s all it is.”

There could be no hiding the disappointment I felt.  It would have been too 
good to be true but for just a moment I thought maybe... just maybe...”

“Hey, don’t get all moody now,” my mom teased me, putting her hand between my 
legs, “Let’s just enjoy the evening, OK?  We’re doing this for you, for your 
birthday, so how about showing a little enthusiasm for your present?”

How could I resist?  Even when I lived at home and my parent’s marriage stood 
as a testament to all that was good about the institution we never did a 
threesome very often.  It was almost exclusively reserved for something 
special for my dad - his birthday, Father’s Day, times like that.  We’d never 
done it just for me, except way back when I was just sixteen and we did it 
together for the first time. 

“C’mon John, get over her and fuck her before she gets all moody again,” my 
mom said, reaching out for his hand to pull him closer, “Damn, when was the 
last time I watched you two together anyway?”

It was more a rhetorical question and went unanswered as my dad took me in 
his strong arms.  The light bulb went off finally.

“So this is why you kept pushing me away all night?”

He just laughed as his hands grabbed me above my hips and turned me away from 
him.  Of course that was why.  Considering he almost never could resist me, I 
should have known something was up - besides his dick.

Leaning over the edge of the hot tub, I kneeled on the seat and rested my 
boobs on the edge, grabbing the sides for balance.  As horny as my dad was 
after resisting my advances al night he wasn't wasting any time!

“Here, let me help,” my mom offered as she grabbed her husband’s erection and 
directed it to her daughter’s waiting pussy.  Was she thinking about how long 
it had been since she had held his dick?

With my mom’s help he slid easily into my waiting pussy, pushing his way in 
until I felt his crotch pressing up against my ass.  For just a moment he 
held himself there as we both savored this moment as my dad and I joined 
together in the most intimate way a father and daughter can be.

“Fuck her John... fuck her for me,” my mom encouraged him.  God, it had been 
so long since I’d last heard those words from her.  Talk about the best 
birthday present ever!

I grunted as my dad suddenly pulled back and then rammed his dick hard into 
me again.  Again and again he fucked me hard, the water splashing as he 
thrust himself deep into me as far as he could push it. 

“Can I get in on this?” my mom asked as she lifted herself out of the water 
and took a seat next to me.  She spread her legs apart as an invitation, one 
I was anxious to accept. 

My dad did his part to cooperate, temporarily suspending his thrusts and 
holding himself still in me to give me the chance to reposition myself 
between my mom’s thighs.  Her hairy pussy was wet, her thick pubic hair 
plastered against her crotch.  She used her fingers to brush it out of the 
way and then hold her pussy lips apart for me as my tongue reached out for 
her.

“Oh god Kelly, eat me!”

My dad wasn't about to wait any longer than necessary as he resumed fucking 
me once I had established myself with my head up against my mom’s pussy.  He 
didn’t bang me quite so hard now to let me more easily lick his ex-wife’s 
pussy.

My mom’s pussy tasted like bromine at first but soon her wetness and my 
licking overcame that and I enjoyed the fresh taste of my mother’s pussy 
juices.  She must have been REALLY horny!  Her clit was huge as I sucked on 
it like a nipple, teasing it with my teeth and then running my tongue in 
circles around it.  It was a little difficult with my dad fucking me from 
behind but between his cock in me and my mom’s pussy in my mouth it brought 
back so many memories.

This was what is known as the best of both worlds.  Oh sure I’ve been fucked 
and eaten pussy at the same time before - many times.  That was just sex for 
fun, for my physical pleasure.  This was so much different.  This was incest 
and while technically it was sex, it was totally different, at least for me.  
This was not just two people I’d just met at a party, this was my parents, 
the people who had raised me and I’d known for my entire life!  This was my 
father I felt inside of me, my mother I had my tongue pressing into.  We were 
together again as a family sharing something only a family can share.

After a while we got out of the hot tub and my dad laid out the lawn 
furniture cushions on the deck.  Under the stars my mom laid back on the 
chaise lounge and masturbated as she watched her daughter riding her 
husband’s erection.  My dad played with my boobs as I ground my pussy into 
his crotch, circling his dick as I felt him moving inside of me.

He was close... he was getting close to cumming in me.  My mom could tell as 
well as I saw her sit up and watch closer with her hand still firmly between 
her legs.  Lifting myself off of him, he knew what I wanted.  After all, it’s 
not like this was my first rodeo with him!

Quickly we switched places as I laid on my back and spread my legs apart for 
him.  My dad moved in between them and was back inside of me as fast as he 
could get it in me.  He lowered himself down, resting on his elbows to keep 
his weight from crushing me as his hips rose up and then down as he fucked me 
slow and deep, trying to hold back as long as he could.

“Cum in me daddy... give me your love,” I begged him softly, wrapping my legs 
around him and pulling him into me.

“God I love you so much baby girl... I so love you.”

It was more than just words.  Anyone can tell someone they love you but it 
means so much more when they are SHOWING you at the same time.  Yes, my dad 
loved me!

“Oh daddy!” I cried out as I felt him thrust one last time, deep and hard as 
he pressed himself into me, driving his erupting dick as deep inside of me as 
he could.  His head lifted back and I heard him groaning as he began to 
release his cum into me, mating me with his incestuous sperm. Again and again 
I felt him thrust as he filled me with his love.

My dad let out a huge sigh as the last of his cum was left inside of his 
daughter’s pussy.  He looked at me and I wanted to cry with happiness.  It 
was awesome, a mixture of love and pure lust.  I’d just satisfied my father 
in a way only I could, as only his daughter ever could.

Looking over at my mom, she was laying back and rubbing herself.  She gave 
out a squeak and then gasped as her own orgasm erupted.  I could only imagine 
how it made her feel as my mother to see her husband cumming deep inside of 
me.  The effect was clear to see!

What could be better than this?  After so many years to have us together as a 
family, even if only for this one special night, was the most perfect 
birthday present a girl could ask for.  What could possibly be better?  

Indeed, what COULD be better?  I was about to find out...


Chapter 4 - A Happy Husband 
===========================

“Now THAT has to be the hottest thing I’ve EVER seen!”

I immediately recognized the voice but it had to be my imagination so at 
first I just ignored it and laid there enjoying the feeling of my father’s 
dick as he stayed in me after having just fucked me so wonderfully.   God, 
the things your mind can conjure up when you’re in such an emotional state!

“Yeah, I LOVE it when a plan comes together.”

The poor imitation of Colonel Smith wasn’t my imagination.  Looking up I 
could see the outline of my husband standing there watching us.  What the 
hell?

“Steve?”

My voice almost didn’t work but it was enough to express my confusion.

“Hey babe, so how do you like my birthday present?”

I was TOTALLY confused now.  None of this made any sense but then it did.  
That sneaky bastard!  That wonderful, caring, loving bastard!  He must have 
arranged all of this.

“You know, for someone as smart as you are you certainly can be naïve at 
times,” he teased me, “You never saw any of this coming today when it was all 
right in your face!”

Then behind me I saw more movement.  It was my aunt and cousin!  It was like 
everyone was in on this but me.

“Hey Kelly, happy birthday early,” Aunt Linda greeted me, “That’s OK, just 
stay as you are, enjoy yourself.”

As much as I loved it when my dad would linger in me after he’d finished 
cumming, this was starting to be a little awkward.  He certainly didn't seem 
to be having any problems with it though.  If anything, he gave an extra 
little shove to keep his now dwindling cock buried in me.  It was almost like 
he was subconsciously trying to show everyone who had me.

What was originally confusion was now becoming just outright surreal.  Here I 
was laying on my back with my dad on top of me after having just finished 
fucking and cumming in me, my mother just a few feet away slowly rubbing her 
pussy after having masturbated herself to her own orgasm, and now my husband, 
aunt and cousin were standing there watching us like we were enjoying a cup 
of tea watching TV.  Everyone was acting so... well so NORMAL.  Any moment I 
was going to wake up in bed and shake my head at having had such a weird 
dream.

“Ahhhhhh, so there’s my favorite son-in-law,” my mom greeted Steve, “About 
time you showed up.  I had to do myself!”

“Doesn’t look like you suffered too much,” her sister remarked, “Besides, he 
just told me about everything a few minutes ago.”  She playfully punched 
Steve in the shoulder.  “Of course he waited until he’d fucked us both.”

Kristi giggled at that.  She was staying in the background, surprisingly 
quiet for once.

“So anyway, we just had to come over and see for ourselves,” my aunt 
continued, “Kristi and I will leave you guys be... for now.”

Kristi started to protest but her mom hushed her and before I could say 
anything she led her daughter back into the house.  Whether they were heading 
back to Kristi’s place (her mom’s old house) or just going up to the bedroom 
I wasn’t sure.  Since my Aunt Linda loved here now with my dad it gave them a 
couple of options.  Given how my mom felt about how quickly her sister had 
taken up residence when she had moved to Oregon after the divorce, I was sort 
of hoping they would go to Kristi’s, at least for the evening.

That left the four of us.  For the first time we were all together without 
anyone else around.  It was only the second time ever that Steve had seen my 
dad and me having sex.  The first was back when he proposed to me and I 
finally told him about my incestuous family relationships.  At the time he 
thought I was playing some sort of practical joke on him and it wasn’t until 
I proved it to him that he actually believed me.

Then there was my mom.  I knew that Steve wanted to fuck her again but with 
her living so far away that wasn't something I thought was going to happen 
again for a while.  He’d first done her the day of our wedding, actually at 
the same time my dad was giving me “something new” to carry in me while he 
walked me down the aisle!  Since then there had only been one other 
opportunity back during Christmas.  Both times I was otherwise “occupied” 
with my dad so I wasn't able to watch.  While I’m normally not anxious to see 
Steve with another girl, this was one girl I really wanted to see him fuck!

“So are you just going to stand there and stare or get naked?” my mom asked 
Steve, pretending to be exasperated with him.

Interestingly, for one of the few times since I’d known him, Steve seemed to 
hesitate at a chance for sex.  This was a guy who since high school, where he 
had a rep for banging every cheerleader, never turned down an opportunity to 
get laid.

I knew instantly what the problem was, if it could even be called a problem - 
my dad.  Steve had always had a hang-up about sharing me with my dad.  It 
wasn't that he cared if my dad say him fucking his daughter - he had learned 
to deal with that back when we first dated and my dad would spy on us when we 
fucked in my bedroom.  As for fucking my mom, I didn’t think he cared one way 
or the other about my dad since they weren’t married anymore. 

No... the issue was sharing me.  Since the first time he watched my dad fuck 
me, Steve had made it clear that he was OK with me being with my dad, just so 
long as he wasn't involved.  Steve LOVED watching me being fucked by other 
guys - except my dad.  Why this was such a hang-up for him I don’t know as he 
won’t even discuss it with me.  Maybe it has something to do with the 
relationship between him and his mother.  Steve and Marlene are have a unique 
relationship, to say the least.  But no matter how they tease and flirt and 
kiss, they NEVER touch each other, at least not on the bare flesh.  They 
definitely never have sex. OK, so it’s a little weird but that’s the way my 
husband is and I respect him for it, even if I don’t quite understand 
everything.

My mom seemed to sense the same hesitation in her son-in-law.  As she always 
did, she took control...

“Get over it Steve,” she told him in no uncertain way, “Get those off and 
fuck me and quit worrying about those two.  They can take care of themselves, 
believe me.”

Steve looked at me but I kept my mouth shut and just grinned at him.  
Amazingly, though it all my dad was STILL in me, a fact that Steve seemed 
well aware.  I half-expected my dad to chime in but I had to give him credit, 
he kept his mouth shut the entire time.  Really, what could he say?  It 
probably didn't hurt that when he seemed about to open his mouth I squeezed 
down as hard as I could on his dick.  He got the hint!

“What the hell,” he sighed as he started to strip.  As he did I gave my dad a 
small push after which he rolled over and off of me.  His dick was limp now 
and knowing him, it would take a while to recover no matter what the visual 
stimulus may be.

I turned on my side and my dad snuggled in behind me, spooning me.  I could 
feel his warm dick pressing in against my butt as he put his arm around me 
and pulled me in tight against him.  His large hand easily cupped my breast, 
squeezing it gently with my nipple between his fingers.  My pussy was 
tingling and I could feel his cum beginning to drain from me and down my leg. 

By now Steve had stripped and stepped over to where my mom was laying on the 
chaise lounge.  She turned to the side and beckoned for him to move in closer 
until his cock was right in her face.  

I can’t say how many girls I’ve seen suck Steve’s dick or how many he’s had 
sex with but I did know one thing.  For the first time ever I watched as my 
husband’s semi-erect dick was slowly engulfed by my mother’s mouth.  My heart 
beat fast as I thought of how many times she had told me growing up that she 
couldn't wait for me to get married so she could have a son to have sex with.  
To think, I was watching her dream come true!  Sure, she’d been with him a 
couple of times before but now there was no rush and I could finally watch.

What’s more erotic, to watch a son fuck his mother or a mother fuck her son?  
I suppose that depends on what your perspective is and since they were my 
husband and mother I suppose I could see it from both directions.  All I know 
is that this was the icing on my birthday surprise cake - to watch my husband 
have sex with my mother.  To watch AND feel my father’s nude body pressed in 
tightly against mine just made it all the more special and memorable.

My mom sucked Steve’s cock for a good ten minutes.  If she was surprised at 
his ability to retain control then she wasn't listening to all the stories 
I’d told her about our dates in the past.  I could suck Steve for hours 
without making him cum if he was determined enough.  It was so amazing to 
watch as she worked his dick, using her hand to stroke him as she licked and 
sucked on his dick.  Indeed, my mom was responsible for many of my 
techniques, especially when it came to the importance of using your tongue on 
a guy.

When my mom’s mouth needed a break, she turned back on her side and spread 
her legs wide open for him.  Steve moved down to the end of the lounge chair 
and kneeled down as she scooted herself down until her legs were up and over 
his shoulders.  Without a word Steve went to work, eating my mom’s pussy like 
a hungry cat at a bowl of milk.  My mom moaned  loudly and I knew why - Steve 
was one hell of a good pussy licker!

“He must be pretty good to get her off like that,” my dad murmured in my ear.

I knew what he meant.  While my mom was good at licking pussy, she was never 
one to get off from it herself.  Oh sure she enjoyed it - what woman doesn’t?  
But to get an orgasm from it?  Now THAT was a different story entirely.  Even 
I had a hard time getting her to cum and I consider myself an expert at 
licking pussy.  I may not have as much experience at that as I do sucking 
dick, but I have the advantage of owning a pussy myself which gives me one 
heck of an advantage over every man on earth.

Yeah, Steve was damn good.  My mom cried out with pleasure as her back arched 
and her legs straightened out when she started to cum.  I couldn't help but 
feel proud of my hubby!

“Now fuck me!” she demanded in a husky voice.  

Steve grabbed her by the ankles and lifted them up, pushing back to raise her 
butt off the chaise lounge chair to expose her dripping wet pussy.  His cock 
was like an iron rod as he pushed his hips forward and tried to get it in her 
without any help.  My mom was too horny to have that much patience so she 
reached down and practically pulled him into her.

“That’s so much better Steve,” she sighed as he pushed deeper into her.  I 
loved it!  My husband was fucking my mother!

“She’s incredible, isn’t she?” my dad whispered and I could feel his dick 
nudging me.  

My dad had always loved my mom and despite the divorce, I knew in his heart 
he still loved her as much now as the day he watched her walking down the 
aisle.  Was he thinking that maybe he had let her get away too easily?  Was 
it worth losing her for the sake of a relatively few brief moments of 
underage sex?

“Oh that’s it, fuck your momma!” she moaned.  I couldn't help but think she 
was doing it for our benefit as much as hers.  Yes, she was finally getting 
what she had always wanted - a son to fuck her in front of her family. 

Steve pulled out of her and grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over on 
her belly.  My mom was on her knees now, bent over the chair with her head 
down low and her ass up in the air.  For the first time since he started 
fucking my mom, Steve looked over at me and then he grinned at me, like he 
knew something I didn't.

Steve put two fingers in my mom’s wet pussy, wetting them and then rubbing it 
on his dick to get it even wetter than it already was.  He leaned over and I 
saw him start to lick my mom’s ass, sticking his tongue into her asshole.  I 
knew where this was going... why he had grinned at me.  Steve knew I hated 
anal sex but that was one area where I differed from the other women in my 
family that Steve had sex with, a number that included my own mother.

Steve went upright and grabbed his dick firmly in his hand.  With a 
determined look he positioned his dick up against my mom’s asshole and 
pushed.  As hard as he was, his shaft bent a little as he pushed hard and 
then suddenly it was like he just popped in and half his dick was in her.

“Oh God!” my mom cried out as Steve started to fuck her ass.  It wasn’t a cry 
of pain but of lust.  She was loving it!  She got up on her elbows and I 
watched her boobs swing under her as my husband’s dick stroked in and out of 
her ass.

“So why haven’t you ever...” my dad started to say.  He quickly stopped when 
I elbowed him!  He knew better than to even broach the subject with me.  If 
there was thing I made clear to every man who fucked me - my ass was one-way 
only!

Steve fucked my mom’s ass hard and then he pulled out and immediately was 
back in her pussy again without hardly missing a beat.  My mom was rocking on 
her elbows, synchronizing her motion with his to help drive him into her as 
deep as possible.  In the dim light it was soooooo erotic to watch my husband 
taking my mother this way.

“Oh yeah!” Steve groaned as he started to cum.  

He plunged his dick into my mom’s pussy, pumping her pussy with sperm.  
Unlike my dad who had his tubes cut after I was born, Steve really DID shoot 
sperm into my mother but it wasn't like she was going to get pregnant any 
more.  Still, it was somewhat erotic to think of about his swimmers eagerly 
making their way up inside of her, even if it was all in vain.

As Steve was cumming I could feel my dad reacting behind me.  Mmmmmmm, his 
cock was starting to recover well ahead of schedule.  Seeing his ex-wife 
being fucked must have been an inspiration for him!  I turned around and saw 
indeed that he was growing so I lowered my head down and started to suck my 
dad’s dick.  Mmmmmmm, he still tasted like me!

In my current position I could still see Steve as he finished off in my mom.  
As soon as he pulled out of her she immediately twisted around to suck him 
off, pulling every remaining drop of cum from his dick into her mouth.  
Steve’s dick was sensitive after his orgasm and he practically shook with 
pleasure as she sucked him.

I don’t know how long the two of us sucked our respective guys but it was 
like neither of us wanted to be the first to finish so it went on for quite a 
while.  I wasn't able to get my dad to cum again but just getting an erection 
so quickly was quite an accomplishment.  My mom was treated to a mouthful of 
cum before the night was over so she was lucky enough to get some in both in 
her pussy AND her mouth. 

Finally we were just too exhausted to go on so we managed to work our way 
back into the house and took our seats at the kitchen table.  My dad went to 
the refrigerator and poured us all a glass of wine as we sat around the 
table, each of us flush with sex.  For the next hour or so we reminisced 
about what had just happened as well as telling stories about things that had 
happened in that very same hot tub and deck in the past.

As it turned out my Aunt Linda and Kristi must have gone back to her place as 
we had the house to ourselves.  It had been a while I think since the two of 
them had spent a night together so I felt good that they had this chance.  I 
ended up in my old bedroom with my dad while my mom and Steve spent the night 
in the master bedroom.

The next morning I woke up to a familiar feeling - my dad’s dick rubbing 
against my face.  It was now my official birthday and I knew it would be a 
day of party and gifts but I’d already received the best gifts last night.  

What more could I ask for?  For once I had a birthday that meant something 
and I had all of my wonderful family to thank.

THE END

