Subject: Dating My Dad
Story Codes: MF oral incest father mother daughter
Diary Date: August 31, 2007
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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What older man doesn’t fantasize about dating a younger girl? Well, none
that I’ve met so far! So it shouldn’t surprise you that my dad has some
of the same fantasies as other men. Of course, my dad has something most
men don't – a daughter willing to help him realize his fantasies!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Why I Love Incest
Chapter 2 – An Idea is Formed
Chapter 3 – Dad Makes a Bet at the Restaurant
Chapter 4 – Dad Does me In the Parking Garage
Chapter 5 – Mom and I Put on a Show For My Dad
Chapter 6 – Dad Can’t Hold Back
Chapter 1 – Why I Love Incest
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My dad’s 42 years old. While this may sometimes make him seem older than
rocks to me, he insists that he doesn't feel any older now than he did
twenty years ago (that is, unless it’s after he mows the lawn or tries to
water-ski!) When I turned 22 at my last birthday, it was sort of a
milestone in that for the first time I wasn’t less than half his age. I
guess that doesn't really mean much, but it use to be sort of cool to
tease him that he liked to fuck a girl less than half his age.
Oh yeah, in case you haven’t read the rest of my diary, my dad has been
fucking me since I was sixteen. Before your mind descends into the
gutter, he wasn’t my first, not even close. I achieved THAT milestone
years before back when I was fourteen. Heck, my dad wasn't even my first
“older” guy as one of the partners from his office did me when I was
fifteen. That guy was 45 and married at the time, older than my dad is
even now!
Although my dad wasn't my “first” in any of those times, I have to say
that the day he first fucked me remains as the single most memorable and
important day in my life (of course, not counting when I accepted Jesus
as Lord and Savior). It was on that day, more than any other, that my
life changed dramatically in more ways than I can describe.
People have asked me if I ever regret getting involved with incest? My
answer has always been, not for even one second. Actually, the only
regret I have in that regard is that my dad wasn’t my first. It’s not
that physically I would have preferred him to be my first (my boyfriend
Steve did a nice job our first time) so much as I feel a deep sense of
guilt for denying him a once in a lifetime opportunity – the opportunity
to take his own daughter’s virginity. Of course my wonderful dad is
always telling me not to feel that way.
Technically I agree that it wasn't my “fault” as I didn't have a clue
that he wanted me in THAT way when I was younger. I mean, when you see
your dad masturbating most every day since you were eight, how are you
suppose to know when it starts being about you? Then again, even if it
WAS about me at that age, how was I suppose to know? Even so, looking
back there were plenty of clues I could have picked up on had I been a
little more attentive and less naive
Another thing people always ask me is why I let my dad fuck me in the
first place. Well, first and foremost, the obvious answer is like DUH,
he IS my dad so isn’t it obvious? First, from an intellectual
perspective, as his daughter the Bible commands that I honor him and what
better way to demonstrate that respect than to offer myself to him?
Don’t get me wrong; saying it’s my “duty” to let my dad fuck me doesn’t
mean I allow him to dominate or otherwise force me to submit to him.
It’s no different than our “duty” to obey God in that it’s something a
person should WANT to do if they truly believe in the principles they
claim to live by.
Everyone seems to get confused over the “duty” thing, no matter how many
times I try to explain it’s NOT something bad. Sometimes I think maybe I
shouldn’t even bring it up but then I believe people should understand
that there is an indirect biblical directive which supports incest,
although not requiring it per se.
Above all, I love my dad and bottom line, I simply enjoy pleasing him.
He may be my dad, but he’s also a man and all men have needs and
fantasies. My belief, based on personal experience with quite a number
of men, is that when guys are really being truthful and open, most admit
that either they’ve had lustful thoughts for their teenage daughter or,
sans daughters, someone else’s or even girls in their neighborhood.
Really, how many guys honestly can honestly claim that they do NOT want
to fuck a perky little teenager? Of course, the vast majority never do,
out of either commitments to their marriage, or (most likely) fear of the
consequences, but that doesn't mean they don’t fantasize about it.
Of course, it’s not like it’s some kind of chore letting my dad fuck me.
I deliberately used the words “let him fuck me” for a couple of reasons.
First, because the Bible says so, and second, to please him. I realize
that this makes it sound dreadfully submissive and almost abusive. Well
don’t forget that I get physical enjoyment as well, even if my dad has
reached the age where he can only cum once and sometimes has issues he
doesn't like to talk about (despite the TV commercials). It’s not like I
NEED to go to him for my sexual needs. Anyone familiar with my history
knows I don’t have much in the way of problems in THAT area of my life.
Sure, there have been a few times over the years that I was tired or not
feeling well and sex wasn't exactly my top priority when he wanted it.
No matter what, though, it’s become a matter of personal pride for me
that I’ve NEVER refused my dad, no matter how I felt or when or how he
wanted it.
Over the years I’ve also tried to fulfill as many of my dad’s fantasies
as I can. Some of the time it’s my idea, most of the time they come from
him though. He loves to buy me sexy outfits and naughty costumes to
model in for him - and then have some fun with him later. This has run
the gamut from the classic “catholic schoolgirl” to “naughty maid” and
other stereotypes as well as just sexy lingerie and risqué outfits. I’ve
even pretended to be a street whore that he ‘picked up” as entertainment
for some of his clients and him.
My dad is a partner in a corporate law firm. Compared to the TV shows,
it’s BORING but I‘m not complaining – it pays for all my needs and more.
He is also an elder in our church and active in a number of local
organizations. As such, as much as it pains me to have to hide it, our
“special relationship” has had to be kept well hidden from the public
eye. Thus we can’t get as carried away as I would like at times. While
it frustrates me, I understand the reasons. As I’ve gotten older, it’s
been easier to do things that weren’t possible when I was sixteen. For
instance, if someone was to see me sucking his cock as we drive down the
Parkway, it’s a LOT different now that I’m twenty two than back when I
was sixteen!
So what’s the point in me saying all this? Well, without at least a
little background, you wouldn't understand why I did what I’m about to
describe. I just want people to understand that what I share with my dad
has absolutely nothing in common with the crap you find on so-called
“incest” internet sites nor what you read about in the newspapers or see
on TV. The internet sites are so fake it’s beyond ridiculous but I
understand that they exist to play to the typical male fantasy world.
When you read about incest in the newspaper or hear about it on TV, it’s
always about a situation where incest was abused. Let me make this
perfectly clear:
1. My dad has NEVER pressured me to do anything I didn’t want to do.
2. Because I love my father, I give myself freely to him for his
pleasure and enjoyment, not to “buy” his love.
3. I am NOT my father’s girlfriend or lover, not even as a fantasy.
I am his daughter – period.
Enough about all that. I graduated from college this past spring so this
summer was my first summer since I entered grade school that it was not
“summer break”. Actually, that feels a bit strange, especially now that
summer is almost over. It’s hard to shake the feeling that I have to
return to school in a few weeks.
This past summer I tutored mostly, expecting to get a job as a substitute
teacher in the fall. When it became clear that the best I was going to
get was a part-time substitute position, I decided to put off teaching
and get my Master’s degree. Sooner or later I would be required to get
it so I figured if I got it now then maybe it would help me move up the
waiting list a little faster.
During the summer my dad made sure to take advantage of the fact I was
back home again. True, when I was gone he still had my cousin Kristi to
help quench his appetite for younger pussy, but I knew nothing satisfied
him as much as getting a piece of his own daughter. For most of the
summer he returned to our “tradition” where he would come into my bedroom
before leaving for work and either masturbate over me if I was sleeping
or fuck me if I was awake (and sometimes when I wasn't!) Now that I’m
home permanently, the sense of urgency to get in as much sex as possible
while I’m home seems to have dissipated. Over time it had gone from
every morning to every other morning to know where I get a visit maybe
once or twice a week at most.
Other than that, it was really a somewhat “calm” summer so far as me and
dad were concerned. No office parties, no “escorting” for clients, etc.
I kept busy with my tutoring and friends and he always seemed to be
occupied with work so things just seemed to naturally work their way out
between us. As such, you can imagine why he caught me a bit off guard
one day when he approached me with a new fantasy idea. Actually, it
wasn't that he came up with the idea and then asked me, it was more like
something that just happened.
Chapter 2 – An Idea is Formed
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We were having lunch after church one day when my mom mentioned one of
the neighbors who had gotten divorced a few months back.
“Have you seen the girl he’s been dating lately?” my mom said in a low
voice so as not to be overheard by the folks in the booth next to us.
“Good grief, I doubt she can even vote yet! I bet she doesn't know he
has a thirty year-old daughter and two grandkids!”
My dad and I both laughed together. Actually I’d seen the girl in
question myself earlier in the week and my mom was right; I could have
sworn she was a babysitter except I knew he didn't need one anymore.
Naturally my dad, being a guy, had a different take on the situation than
the women in his family.
“So what’s the big deal? Hey, if the guy can screw a teenage girl at his
age, I’m certainly not going to blame him for going for it!”
My mom just snorted and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, figures you would say
that. Men are such pigs and you all stick together!”
My dad leaned forward across the table and grinned at my mom. I could
barely hear him whisper, “Just in case you’ve forgotten Mary, your 42
year-old husband likes to bang his 22 year-old daughter.”
“And his twenty year-old niece, not to mention his fifteen year-old niece
as well,” I added, earning a sharp glance from my mother, apparently for
not keeping my voice low enough.
My mom wasn't THAT easy to win an argument with, though. She countered
with, “True, but at least you’re not dating them out in public and making
a spectacle of yourself.”
That effectively ended the discussion so we went on to other things as we
finished our lunch. On the way home, my dad was quiet, as if something
was on his mind, but he wouldn't say what it was. It wasn't until later
that night during supper that he eventually spilled the beans on his new
idea.
“You know, I bet that guy loves it when women like you get all worked up
over him dating a girl half his age,” he started out with my mom.
“Who cares? I STILL think it looks ridiculous,” my mom fired back. “He
should be dating someone more his own age. She’s just like Anna Nicole
Smith.”
My dad turned to me with a grin. “OK then, how would you feel Kelly,
dating an older guy. Would you like people to stare at you and make
gossip if you went out with some older guy?”
Immediately I had a premonition on where this was leading to but I played
along.
“Why not, I think it would be fun!”
“See Mary,” my dad countered smugly, “Your own daughter thinks it would
be fun.”
My mom shook her head and sighed. “So John, don’t tell me that now you
want to go out on some sort of date with Kelly, do you?”
“Why not?” he answered, acting as if it was the most innocent thing in
the world for us to do.
“Well, what is someone sees you that knows you?”
“We could make it a road trip. You've been wanting to visit your
girlfriend in Cleveland, why not make a night of it? We could stay in a
hotel, have dinner on the town and visit a few clubs and places.”
My mom was clearly not convinced. She tended to be the more conservative
one in the family when it came to our sexual escapades, like a referee
ready to blow the whistle when the action got out of hand.
“I’ll think about it,” was all she would say as she got up to clear the
table.
My dad winked at me. We both knew when she said that it meant she just
needed some time to digest it further. The odds were heavily in favor of
a positive outcome, we just had to be patient. Pushing her now would
only result in her taking a position contrary to whatever we wanted.
My mom was working the day shift so by the time she got home the next
evening I had dinner ready but as usual, my dad was running late. My mom
had learned long ago not to wait for him to get started or else we might
starve some nights! As we sat down across from each other, we talked
about her day at work as I patiently waited for her to say something
about my dad’s idea. From bitter experience, I knew it was always best
to let HER bring up the topic.
“So, you still think your dad’s idea is something you want to do?” she
finally asked me.
“Sure, why not?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes your father just gets these bizarre ideas. At
least this time you won’t be his hooker!”
We both laughed at that one. I knew back then she hadn’t been 100%
behind THAT idea but when it all worked out she was the first to ask for
all the gory details.
She sighed and took a drink before continuing. “Well, I suppose if
nothing else he’ll owe me a night out too.”
There it was, in her own round-about way she was going along with it. My
mom didn't always come right out and say she agreed with some of the
things my dad and I did. It was more like she didn't DISAGREE. It was
all I could do to not jump up and give a big “YES!” so I immediately
started to think about what I should wear and such. I didn't know where
he planned to go exactly so it was hard to make a firm choice but I knew
I had something for just about anywhere. If nothing else, it might prove
out to be a great excuse to pry some money from him to buy me some new
outfits.
The week seemed to crawl by. For the rest of the week, my dad didn't
fuck me once. I even offered a BJ one night but he turned it down! It
was like he was storing up sperm or something for the weekend. Well, if
nothing else, he was going to be horny as hell! As for me, well I must
have masturbated a couple of dozen times as I fantasized about how our
“date” might go.
Of course, my imagination can get out of hand as I dreamed of him doing
me on a restaurant table and then on a bar stool at a nearby club.
Nothing was so outrageous that I couldn't get off thinking about it. Of
course, it didn't help he wasn't fucking me which only added fuel to my
masturbation needs. I suppose I could have called in a couple of guys I
knew who were more than happy to meet my needs when they arose, but that
seemed wrong somehow knowing my dad was going to be wanting me so badly
at the end of the week.
Chapter 3 – Dad Makes a Bet at the Restaurant
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Finally, Friday arrived and somehow or another my dad managed to take off
work early. My mom had traded her hospital shift for another and so she
was home already when my dad arrived. She had everything packed so as
soon as he got home, we loaded the SUV and were on the road.
The trip to Cleveland was rather uneventful, especially when you consider
how many of our road trips went. It was like we were all on our best
behavior in anticipation of my dad and my “date”. I didn't even
masturbate on the way so that alone should tell you how serious I was
about reserving the atmosphere!
We checked into a downtown Hilton hotel where my dad had reserved a
suite. It was a bit of an extravagance but it made me feel special
somehow. My mom had originally planned on visiting one of her friends
that lived in the area but she had changed her mind at the last minute,
deciding that she would rather watch the two of us having fun. It was a
bit voyeuristic but then my mom often watched the two of us having sex at
home. It was EXTREMELY rare for her to join in. She seemed to prefer
watching her husband and daughter enjoying themselves and then be with
each of us privately some other time. It was fine with me as having sex
with my mom as compared to sex with my dad was like trying to compare
night and day.
AS they unpacked I quickly ducked into one of the bathrooms where I
carefully took a shower so as not to mess up my hair that I had paid over
$100 to get done earlier in the day (well, dad’s credit card actually
paid for it). Normally my hair is so straight and lifeless but tonight I
wanted it to look more bouncy and yet sophisticated at the same time.
Fortunately, my wardrobe already had the perfect “little black dress” so
I hadn’t had to go out and buy a new dress although it was tempting to do
it anyway. A girl can NEVER have too many dresses! The dress was
classic and simple, yet looked elegant because of its simplicity. It was
solid black and hugged my body like it was custom form–fitted just for
me. It was strapless and barely covered my boobs, showing as much
cleavage as my c-sized boobs could produce. It stayed just as tight all
the way down to my ass, clinging to me like fresh Saran Wrap. The bottom
hem was no more than a couple of inches below my butt, threatening to
reveal a thin black thong if I did much of anything more than just stand
up straight.
My legs were firm and tan after the hours I had spent on our deck this
summer so I wasn't wearing any hose. On my feet were some killer heels
with five inch stilettos. I say “killer” partially because they made my
legs and ass look great but also because they absolutely killed my feet
when I wore them. Oh well, the sacrifices a girl has to make to look
good for her date!
My mom came in as I was making some last minute adjustments to my outfit.
I saw her behind me in the mirror, giving me a good look-over.
“Well, I guess you look slutty enough, even for your perverted father,”
she mumbled under her breath. I knew she was just joking, well, at least
about my dad being perverted. As for me looking slutty, I certainly
HOPED I did after all this work! What was the whole point of the outfit
if not to be my dad’s slutty date for the evening?
When I stepped out of the bathroom, my dad was waiting for me in the
living room area of the suite. I entered the room and he let out a long,
loud wolf whistle.
“Wow Kelly, you look REALLY hot tonight!”
I walked slowly over to him, my hips moving and legs crossing as I tried
to be as sexy as I could.
“Think the other guys will be jealous?” I asked him seductively.
“Shit, I would say so,” he replied. “Damn, I’m tempted just to stay here
tonight!”
“Now John...,” my mom intervened, wagging her finger at him
“OK Mary, I know. Don't forget, it WAS my idea to do this tonight after
all.”
It was getting past eight so we decided we had better get going. First
stop was some steak place that my dad loved. They had a branch in
Pittsburgh he loved to go to so it was a no-brainer for him when he made
the reservations for tonight.
On the way through the hotel lobby, I walked with my dad while my mom
trailed a discreet distance behind as if she wasn't associated with us.
My dad put his arm around me and just before we went out the front glass
doors, he turned to me and leaned down to kiss me. It wasn't very long
but enough for everyone to get the idea we weren’t just business
associates. The valet even winked at my dad as he handed him the keys to
our SUV which was now waiting for us. He must have been pretty surprised
when my mom hopped in the back seat. Oh well, I guess we would be
providing the gossip for the valet staff tonight!
At the restaurant, my dad parked and my mom stayed in the back seat while
the two of us made our way to the entrance. The concierge found our
reservation and as he gathered the menus to lead us to the table, I
noticed he gave me the once- over. I smiled at him and he discreetly
looked away but I could only imagine what he was thinking about me being
with this older guy for the evening. Did he think I was his girlfriend,
an escort or maybe even a prostitute? Of course, he would never know the
truth about us. No doubt the option that I might be this guy’s daughter
never even crossed his mind from the slutty way I was dressed not to
mention he couldn't have missed how my dad kept fondling my ass as he led
us to our table!
My mom entered the restaurant alone a few minutes after we were seated.
I could barely see her but we were close enough for me to see that the
concierge seemed surprised when she asked for a table for one. Small
wonder as how often does a good-looking forty-year-old woman go to a
fancy, expensive restaurant all by herself?
Earlier in our hotel room, I found it interesting that my mom chose to
leave her wedding ring at home while my dad had kept his on. At the time
I wondered if my mom had plans to do a bit of teasing herself. Of course
I knew she would never actually DO anything with another guy, but that
didn’t mean she couldn't have a little fun leading some poor guy on to
think that she might. For my dad, I think it gave me a bit of a thrill
for people to see his wedding ring since I wasn't wearing a ring,
obviously, so anyone with even a passing interest would have to think
that he was cheating on his wife. Even though I knew he would never even
consider such a despicable act, it still didn’t mean he couldn't enjoy
the notoriety. After all, fantasies are NEVER bad!
My mom was led to a small table at the side of the restaurant almost
opposite from us, making it all but impossible for me to see her clearly
and I had to assume she was having the same problem. Oh well, it was
still good enough to know we were there and since the rest rooms were on
our side of the building, she had a ready-made excuse to pass by now and
then for a closer view.
One nice thing was that since I’m now over 21, my dad can order wine AND
I can drink it – legally. Although normally I’m not a big fan of
anything alcoholic, a good glass of wine that compliments dinner is OK
now and then. Actually, my parents have allowed me drink a little wine
during dinner since I was just a little girl but it was never enough to
get me drunk or even a little tipsy. At parties, I’m strictly a Diet
Coke girl as I hate beer!
The wine guy (or whatever their fancy title is) brought a bottle and a
stand to our table where I sat back and dutifully watched the little
ritual. I had my legs crossed with the leg closest to him crossed over
the other such that my skirt exposed my bare thigh as well as the
majority of my ass to him. He pretended to be looking down at the bottle
but his line of sight was clearly on another vintage. I wasn't sure what
was going to pop first – the cork or his pants!
My dad ordered dinner for the two of us and later as we talked, I tried
to see who was around us and what they were doing. Most of the people
seemed to be business associates, guys for the most part on expense
accounts. There was an older couple celebrating a wedding anniversary,
probably their fiftieth from the looks of them. A couple of teenagers
rounded out the crowd, the boy evidently trying to impress his girlfriend
but instead just looking out of place and silly in the process. Well,
for his sake I hoped she made the exorbitant bill worthwhile after
dinner. I remember my mom’s advice when I was dating – it’s not polite
to let a boy take you to a nice restaurant unless you’re willing to blow
him afterwards as a thank-you.
“God, you look incredibly sexy tonight Kelly,” my dad said in a low voice
over the candle glowing in the middle of our table.
Believe it or not, I actually blushed! He was making me feel like a
princess, all dressed up and feeling so sexy here with a man that
everyone thought was cheating one his wife. Actually, most people seemed
to be ignoring us except for one table where four guys who looked to be
in their late twenties and thirties were obviously well past their first
round.
“I think those guys like you,” my dad whispered to me, trying not to be
overheard or appearing to look at them.
I grinned at him and glanced over at their table. They didn't even
bother pretending to look away as two of them actually smiled back at me
while the other two just leaned their heads back and rolled their eyes.
God, talk about a bunch of drunk letches! My dad must have caught me
looking over at them as he leaned over the table with that grin on his
face he gets whenever he’s about to ask me something naughty.
“So what do you think?” he asked me in a teasing voice, “How many of
them?”
I had to cover my mouth to keep from breaking out laughing. Leave it to
my dad to turn this into something naughty.
“Dad! Is that all you ever think about?” I replied, practically choking
on my words as I struggled to get them out without bursting with
laughter.
“Well, you of all people know the answer to that.”
“Hey, I thought YOU were suppose to be dating ME tonight. What’s this
about me doing these guys anyway?”
He reached out and I let him take my hand in his. In doing so, I had to
lean over, exposing my cleavage for him to see – as well as anyone who
wanted to take a closer look.
“Awwwwww, don’t worry, I’m the only one who’s going to fuck you tonight,
don’t worry.” he reassured me. THAT took me a bit by surprise, in a good
way as I was starting to wonder whether or not he might have other things
on his agenda. What was the story then?
“So what are you talking about then? You want me to just blow them?”
“Well, why not? Tell you what... I’ll bet you can’t get all four of them
to cum before our entrée arrives.”
My dad squeezed my hand and looked into my eyes. God, he was serious!
“Just look at them dad... they’re drunk. You SURE you want to bet on
that?”
My dad just looked at me, his mind going to work as he seemed to be
deciding what direction to take at this crossroads. It had been intended
to be just a night out between the two of us so this didn't exactly fall
into the scheduled itinerary. I waited silently for his decision.
“Well, it would have to be all four of them but I’m sure you can handle
that. It’s the ‘before the entrée” part that I think would be a
challenge – even for you baby.”
Damn! My dad was essentially daring me to suck them so how could I turn
away from such a thing? Oh yes, my dad knew his daughter all too well.
Had he just bet me, I might have turned him down and gone on with dinner.
But now he was DARING me, for all practical purposes questioning my
ability to turn those guys on quickly. Under the circumstances, how
could I do anything but accept the dare if I wanted to defend my honor
and reputation?
“Well, what about just three of them? What of one of them is married or
has ED.”
My dad chuckled at that. As a skilled lawyer he recognized a weasel
answer when he heard one and he wasn't about to let me get away with it.
Oh well, I had to at least TRY.
“What’s the matter? The stakes too high for ya? Don’t think you can
handle them?”
My mouth turned up in a naughty grin and I answered with a determined
face, “That’s not fair and you know it daddy.”
My dad just shook his head, silently calling my bluff. Then he whispered
to me saying, “OK, here’s my final offer. All four before the entrée
gets here and I buy you a new dress. If you fail, you clean house for
your mom for a week.”
Now THAT was an incentive for me. I can ALWAYS use a new dress and if he
was buying it for me, then shopping for it would be half the fun. As for
the possible consequences, I HATE housework so there was no way I was
going to lose this one.
With our agreement in place, there was no time to lose as it was already
pushing things pretty tight for time. Even though I knew it would be at
least another twenty or thirty minutes at a restaurant like this before
we got our meal, that was pretty damn fast to suck off four guys, even if
they were prepared and waiting already.
“OK, just watch me old man.”
“Hey, don’t talk like that to your father!” he called out to me as I got
up and walked away from the table.
Although my skirt had ridden up a bit while I was seated, I didn't bother
to pull it down or straighten it out but instead walked directly over to
the table with the foursome. I figured I had only twenty minutes at most
so there was no time to tease or fool around.
“You boys like what you’ve been watching?” I said demurely when I reached
their table, resting on my hands and leaning over to give them a solid
view of my boobs. Fortunately, they were drunk enough to answer
honestly.
“Hey babe, ain’t you a little young for that guy?” one of them asked.
In the few seconds it had taken me to move from our table to theirs, I
had debated how to approach this. With the time limit I faced, there was
really only one option I could think of – direct and to the point.
“Not at all. Matter of fact, he’s my daddy and he bet me I couldn't suck
each of you off before our meal arrives.”
God, what I would’ve given for my digital camera at that moment. Each of
the simply froze in place, their mouths hanging open like fish out of
water. Of course, not one of them believed the “daddy” line which, of
course, was exactly what I had counted on. The good point about that was
I didn’t have to make up a story, yet to them I had handed out a whopper.
Really, what father would be going out to dinner with his daughter
dressed like I was? Without calling me a liar, all they could do was
wonder what the REAL story was.
“Seriously?” one of them finally asked. The rest just kept staring at me
– or at least at my boobs.
“Well, meet me in the men’s room in one minute and find out,” I taunted
them.
Well, I had done it; thrown down the gauntlet in the most direct and
straightforward way possible yet still managed to leave them speechless
and disbelieving. It wasn’t until I headed for the restrooms that they
probably started to think I might really BE serious. As much as I wanted
to do it, I never even looked back until I was finally in the hallway
where the two restrooms were located.
Now if a guy were to walk into the women’s restroom, there would be
shrieks and orders to get out immediately. Not surprisingly, the
reception I got in the men’s room wasn’t quite the same. There were two
guys in there when I pushed the door open (no door knob or lock I noticed
right away) and stepped in like I owned the place.
“Ah sister, I think you got the wrong door,” some guy said who was
washing his hands at one of the sinks.
A quick glance and I saw there were two urinals and two stalls with two
sinks on the opposite wall. It wasn't really that bad a place with
various men’s toiletries on the sink and real hand towels instead of
paper ones. The second guy was up against one of the urinals in the
classic pose a guy takes when he’s peeing.
“That’s OK, I’m meeting some friends for a blowjob,” I said offhandedly,
as if it was the most perfectly normal thing in the world for me to be
doing.
It’s amazing how the truth can work to your advantage as once again, I
was met with a look of total disbelief. The guys peeing must have heard
me as well as he quickly turned his head over his shoulder to take a look
at me.
“I don’t EVEN want to know!” the first guy said as he dried his hands
quickly and practically ran out of the room.
The second guy seemed to be in the same state of either disbelief or
denial. I could only imagine what he would be saying to whoever he was
having dinner with when he returned! He didn't even wash his hands in
his rush to escape what seemed to be an uncomfortable situation. I
smiled sardonically at the whole series of events. Personally, I would
have thought I had just presented them with their wildest fantasy yet
both of them panicked when faced with the real story. Typical men.
I’d been in there almost thirty seconds by now and was starting to wonder
if my entourage was going to arrive. Just as I was being to doubt them
and started to head for the door before some other guy barged in, the
door swung open and in walked my targets.
“Shit, she’s really here!” The guy who spoke was the one who spoke first
earlier at the table. He must have been the leader of the bunch, if not
in job title than at least in personal stature.
“Of course I am,” I replied a bit briskly, as if I was fed up with their
tardiness. “Now who’s first? C’mon, be good boys and drop your pants so
we can get going.”
They all looked at each other and I wasn’t the least bit surprised at who
my first victim was. Well, so far he was the only one to even say a word
to me so I guess it made sense I should suck his dick first. I squatted
down and sat on my heels as I motioned for him to approach me.
“Hurry up, I’ve got a deadline!” I said, as if I was telling a kid at
some fast food joint to rush my order.
As he stepped forward, unzipping his pants, I looked at the other three
and waved my hand as if dismissing them.
“You guys too... let’s GP... get ‘em out and start jerking off so you’re
ready when your turn comes – and I DO mean CUMS!”
The entire situation was surreal. In fact, it was so weird that I found
that I wasn't even all that sexually excited. Sure, my pussy felt
familiar twinge I get whenever I see any guy’s dick, but I wasn't feeling
that all-over electricity I normally get when I’m really horny for a
dick. This was too mechanical, to unemotional, and most of all, too
EASY. God, less than five minutes earlier I’d been talking with my dad
and now here I was in the men’s restroom getting ready to suck the first
of four dicks! Yep, WAY too easy!
It’s strange how some things work out. There have times in my life when
the most simple act has be incredibly erotic, like the touch of an
anonymous hand brushing against my leg when I’m seated on a crowded bus.
Then there are times when you would think it would be the most sexually
exciting time ever and it falls flat on its face.
Unfortunately, that’s what happened here. Maybe it was my worry over
meeting the deadline. Maybe it was the fact that this had just happened
WAY too easy, without any real effort on my part or need to seduce or
tease. Then again, maybe it was because they were all just drunk
perverts and I’ve never cared much for guys when they drink too much
(although the pervert part wasn’t much of a problem with me).
Whatever the reason, the next fifteen minutes were probably the LEAST
memorable blowjobs I’ve ever given. I guess I owe a little bit of a
description but I’m not going to waste my time with anything more than a
summary.
Guy #1 (I hadn’t asked their names nor did I really want to know them)
had a decent cock but nothing to write home about. Despite all the
alcoholic drinks he was pretty hard which meant he was either not as
drunk as he was letting on, or he had extraordinary erection powers
compared to most guys I knew. As it turned out, he lasted the longest,
going for at least five minutes before he blew his wad all over my face.
Without waiting for me to clean up, in his place stepped Guy #2. I don’t
think up to now I mentioned one of them was black and that turned out to
be the second guy. Although I hate to admit it, I was a bit disappointed
when his cock didn't transform into some monster dick but other than
being darker than the others, it was about average sized and his cum
squirted out into my mouth no different than the other three.
Guy #3 was the least impressive of the bunch. He had a decent enough
dick but an attitude that would have turned off any girl I knew – even
the sluttiest ones. He was a bit rough, grabbing my head and holding me
still while he fucked my mouth, obviously trying to impress his buddies
with his “expertise”. Well, for all his bravado, he lasted the least of
any of them, probably less than two minutes, tops. He also dribbled
instead of squirting, barely missing my dress which would have pissed me
off had he messed it up.
Guy #4 looked like he was about to chicken out. I didn't see a wedding
ring on his hand although he may taken it off before coming in here with
us. I just stayed squatting while his buddies all teased him and finally
cajoled him into letting me blow him. Like most every guy I’ve ever met,
once his dick was in my mouth he changed his tune and stopped protesting.
Remarkably, I finished them all off in just over fifteen minutes. Some
mention was made about fucking me but I rebuffed them and they left the
restroom mumbling unhappily about it, leaving me behind as I pulled
myself up using the sink for balance. One look in the mirror was enough
to make me reach for the towel dispenser. Thankfully, I looked a LOT
worse than I felt!
I was wiping my face off when the door opened and in walked some nice
looking guy. Needless to say he was a bit surprised to see me, to the
point he even backed out momentarily to check the sign outside the door.
“Ummmmm, excuse me miss but aren’t you in the wrong restroom?” he called
to me from just inside the door.
When I turned to him he got a view of my face, still half-covered with
cum and he quickly sized up the situation.
“Sorry... I’ll come back later,” he hurriedly said as he moved out of the
restroom. He actually looked embarrassed! Too bad he hadn’t stepped in
about five minutes earlier – then he would have had something to be
embarrassed about!
I couldn't help but smile at myself in the mirror. God, what had he been
thinking when he saw all this mess on my face and in my hair? I quickly
wiped the rest of it off and ran a comb through my hair in an attempt to
get out the few drops that had missed my face entirely and landed on my
head. Somehow or another I had managed to keep them from ruining my
dress which made me happy.
Back at my dad’s table, I took a seat and smiled at him.
“Well, no entrée yet I see,” I said with a grin. I glanced over at the
table where the guys had been and saw there were all watching me and I
waved at them discretely.
“Get all four?”
“Daddy!” I whined, “I can't believe you even asked that!”
“Well, I figured as much from the looks on their faces when they came
back from the restroom,”
“So, are you proud of me Daddy?”
My dad just shook his head back and forth ruefully and then he looked me
straight in the eyes and smiled at me, like a loving father should look
at his little girl.
“I would be proud of you no matter what you did in there, baby.” I wasn't
going to let him get by with THAT lame response.
“Ahhhhhh, you know what I meant daddy!”
“Alright, if you insist, I WAS proud of you. Not many girls would have
the guts – or the skill, to do what you just did.”
I looked around to see if my mom had been watching. Did she know what I
had just done? From the way she was looking at me, I would say that she
did!
Chapter 4 – Dad Does me In the Parking Garage
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Our dinner arrived and I put the guys out of my mind as we ate the most
incredible steaks and then topped it off with dessert to die for. God,
it was a good thing my dress stretched as I must have gained a COUPLE of
pounds just eating it all! It was nice just to spend some time with my
dad like this, intimate yet public. I hated always having to hide our
relationship from people and it was refreshing to have him treat me the
way I knew he wanted to back home. With dessert over and the credit card
in the waiter’s hands. We debated what to do next. Well, there was only
one option so far as I was concerned.
“I want you to fuck me daddy,” I said, cutting off whatever he had been
saying at the time. Something about his work but I was too horny to
listen anymore.
My dad smiled at me, a mixture of fatherly love and male lust on his
face. Yes, he wanted me! It made my heart practically burst from my
chest to see the fire in his eyes as he stared at me. I could only
imagine what he was thinking as he stared at me like I was his own
personal toy and he was just debating how he wanted to play with me.
“Ready to go back to the hotel then, I take it?” he asked with the grin
still on his face.
“I never said THAT!” I teased him.
“OK then... so where?”
I bit my lower lip as I thought about all the possibilities. Although I
was sure sooner or later that he WOULD fuck me in the hotel room, for now
that was about the LAST place on earth I wanted it.
“What’s wrong with the parking garage?”
My dad’s smiled broadened and I thought I caught what might have been a
look of relief. Lord only knows where he thought I might want him to do
me!
“Sort of public, don’t you think?” he countered.
“Your point?” I responded.
My dad laughed at that one. “Yeah, I suppose I should have caught onto
that right away.”
The check came back and my dad signed the bill and put away his credit
card. He stood up and offered me my hand to help me up. As I joined
him, I looked over at the table where my friends had been. They were no
place to be seen and the table easy cleared so I guess they must have
finished earlier and I hadn’t noticed. I saw my mom was paying her bill
as well and we left before she was finished but she knew where to find
us!
The parking garage was your standard downtown concrete monolith. It was
pretty full yet there was little traffic. Evidently everyone had already
arrived for the evening and they must be staying where they were for the
time being. As we made our way to the SUV, my dad grabbed my ass and
gave me a playful squeeze.
“Daddy!” I protested.
“OK, tell me how you do it,” he demanded.
“Do what?”
“Well, walk in that outfit. If the dress was any tighter you would pop
like a tube of toothpaste and those heels are like stilts. Speaking of
the dress, how the hell does it stay UP and DOWN at the same time? I
mean, what keeps it from falling off your tits and riding up your ass?”
I just grinned at him as pushed him good-naturedly. “Well, some things a
girl has to keep a secret.”
By now we had reached the SUV and he beeped the doors open. He opened
the passenger door for me and rather than get inside, I just leaned
forward over the seat, letting my ass stick out towards him. Of all the
parts of my body, I love my ass the best when it comes to showing off and
I wanted him to get a good view of it. I was rewarded for my efforts as
my dad reached between my legs and ran his hand upward.
“God you have such a sweet butt,” he groaned as his hand reached my
crotch.
The force of his forearm against my dress made it ride up, exposing my
entire butt and letting him see the thong that was trying valiantly in
its futile attempt to try to cover a least a little of my ass. “Well,
this has GOT to go!” he huffed as he grabbed my back of my thong and
pulled it down to my ankles where I stepped out of it.
“Please fuck me daddy... I’ve been wanting you to do me all night!”
“You heard her John, what are you waiting for anyway?”
We both turned and saw my mom standing a few feet away. With her heels I
don’t know how we had missed her approach but I guess when all you can
think about it your dad’s dick, things tend to get overlooked.
“Well dear, what are you looking at me for?” she said, shaking her head
in exasperation at my dad’s attention to her, “Don’t look at me, SHE’S
the one’s that’s been horny all night.”
He smacked my bare bottom with the palm of his hand, making a sharp sound
that echoed through the empty garage that sounded a lot worse than it
felt.
“You ready baby?”
“Dad!” I whined, hopefully sounding as frustrated as I was feeling.
Damn, I wished he would just fuck me and get it over with instead of
goofing around like this!
“OK, OK, I get the message!” he laughed, undoing his pants to free his
cock.
Needless to say, he was fully erect already so he wasted no time in
pushing it up against me as I spread my legs to make it easier for him to
enter me from behind.
“That’s it John, quit stalling and give it to her,” my mom encouraged him
as I felt him moving his dick around between my legs, searching for my
pussy hole.
Reaching between my legs, I spread my pussy apart with my fingers to help
him out. He quickly found the mark and I could feel the smooth head of
his wonderful dick pressing harder and harder.
“Oh yes... fuck me daddy,” I moaned softly, pushing my ass back against
him to drive him into me, “Show me how much you love me.”
He grabbed my hips with both hands and I was thrown forward with the
sudden force of him penetrating me. Usually he would enter me slowly and
deliberately, letting me feel him entering my pussy, swallowing his hard
cock like some hungry snack taking its prey down its throat. Not this
time. Tonight my dad must have been too horny to be deliberate about
anything. His crotch met up against my ass and I felt the thick pubic
hair surrounding his dick against my sensitive bare ass.
“Oh yeah, that's what I wanted,” I moaned softly, concentrating on the
way his dick filled my pussy.
What more can I say? It was wonderful! I could feel the thickness of my
father’s cock pushing its way into me, forcing me to open and accept him,
demanding that submit to him. His cock felt warm inside of me as it slid
in and out, rubbing against the sensitive walls of my pussy, sending the
most sensational feelings shooting throughout my entire body. Yes, this
WAS exactly what I wanted, to feel my own father in me as he satisfied
his deepest desires for me, listening to him groan with lust as he
coupled his body with mine, feeling the urgency of his touch on me as he
mated me with his dick.
I buried my head between my arms as I leaned down on the seat and just
let him fuck me. My dad was now stroking his hard incestuous cock in and
out of me like a piston, going in deep until his crotch smacked up
against my bare ass and then pulling out until he was just barely in me
before drilling it in me again. A few times he pulled out too far but my
pussy was stretched open now and he easily slid it back in without
missing a beat.
After spending an entire evening waiting for this, it must have been
almost like a sense of relief for him to finally feel himself in me.
What thoughts were going through his mind at a time like this? How did
it feel to take me in a way only HE could? What was it like for a father
to know his only daughter was giving herself to him completely and
without reservation just to please him and satisfy his most intense
desires?
“Suck it baby,” he demanded in a voice husky and thick with his lust for
me. No sooner than he pulled out than I twisted around and squatted down
on my heels in front of him. I only had a moment to admire his cock
before he had it in my face, pushing it against my mouth which I quickly
opened to accept him.
As I took his dick in my mouth, I could taste my pussy on him and smell
my scent in his crotch. Mmmmmmm, it smelled so good! It was almost like
when he was fucking me from behind except now he easy fucking my mouth,
driving his hard cock in and out with the same purpose and intensity that
he had just done with my pussy. I reached between my legs and played
with my clit as he pumped his wonderful dick in and out of my mouth while
my tongue slid along it.
“Car!” my mom warned as she stepped in closer to shield us from view.
There weren’t any parking spots open around us and for a moment the
person slowed, maybe hoping we were getting ready to leave. My mom must
have gestured or something because I heard the engine speed back up and
the car went on into the garage further. Meanwhile, my dad hadn’t even
hesitated as he continued to fuck my mouth, which was perfectly fine with
me!
As I sucked his dick I couldn't help but compare what I was doing now
with what I’d done earlier with those idiots in the men’s room. For me,
sex is more emotional than physical which was why sucking my dad like
this was SO much better. Those other guys didn't give a damn about me;
they just wanted their dicks sucked and didn't give a damn who did it.
In stark contrast, I knew without a doubt that my dad was more turned on
that it was ME, his little girl, that was taking his dick in her mouth
even more than the actual blowjob I was giving him. He loved me and I
was sure that he understood that I was sucking his dick out of my love
and respect for him, not to just enjoy yet another cock after literally
hundreds of prior ones. My emotions almost overwhelmed me as I looked up
at him and saw the pleasure I was giving my father with my mouth!
“Here, sit up on the seat,” he said, trying to catch his breath as he
grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me up.
Reluctantly I relinquished his dick - I could have sucked it all night!
The cool leather of the seats felt good against my ass as I backed into
the SUV. I had to sit on the edge so he could reach but as it turned
out, it was about the right height as he plunged his cock back into my
warm wet pussy that had missed him.
“Oh daddy,” I moaned, “I love you to fuck me!”
“Car!” my mom warned yet again.
This time, though, it didn't slow and my dad just ignored it. I guess
maybe someone MIGHT have gotten a brief glimpse of us but who cared?
Certainly not me or my dad! At that moment I WANTED the whole world to
see us. I wished everyone could see my dad with his dick inside of me,
to show them just how far I was ready to go to please my father. I
wanted people to see the way he looks when he drives his cock into me, to
see how much he loves fucking his daughter, to see him cum in me and mate
me in this ultimate act of union between a man and woman – father and
daughter to be more specific on our case.
My dad was pumping faster now and I could tell from the grimace on his
face and the tense grip he had on the door that he was trying to hold
himself back, trying to savor the moment as long as possible. It must
have been hard for him to battle the instinctive desire to release his
sperm in me, mating me like some bitch in heat, against the fatherly love
and respect for his daughter that drove him to fuck me longer and harder.
“Cum in me daddy,” I urged him. It had been so long since I had felt him
cum in me – almost a week now, and I wanted it badly. “I want you to cum
inside of me!”
“Oh god!” he groaned as he leaned hard into me.
I felt him convulse as his warm cock erupted in me and flooded my pussy
with his fatherly cum, his incestuous sperm. It felt so damn good! As
always, I felt inundated when he came in me, overcome with the joy and
happiness that comes from this totally intimate outward sign of his love
and respect for me.
He finally pulled out of me and opened my pussy with his fingers. I knew
what he was looking for and I squeezed my pussy to force out some of the
cum he had just deposited in me. The majority was deep inside of me and
would drain out later, but there was always some that I could push out of
me for him to see.
“Oh yeah, look at that Mary,” he said to my mom, obviously proud of his
handwork.
My mom looked but seemed rather indifferent. Maybe in another time or
place she might have even licked it off of me, but out here in public she
was clearly uncomfortable with the situation.
“Well, somebody better clean off that seat before I get in!” she teased
him.
My dad pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to me. I
wiped up the pussy that had dribbled from my pussy first, and then
reached down to get what I could from the seat before I slid forward and
wiped it up with my ass instead. Not that I minded cum on my butt, it’s
just it made a mess and I needed to pull my dress down sooner or later!
“Well, the two of you horny toads had enough fooling around for one
night?” she asked.
My dad looked at me and then we both looked back at my mom, grins
plastered all over our faces. Personally, I was ready for another round!
“Well, we can head back to the hotel but I’m not so sure your daughter’s
ready to quit for the night,” he chuckled.
Indeed I wasn't! Heck, I hadn’t even cum yet after sucking off four guys
and now being fucked by my horny dad so one way or another I had things
to do tonight. I hopped in the back seat while my parents got in the
front.
Chapter 5 – Mom and I Put on a Show For My Dad
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This time on the way to hotel I masturbated as there was no way I could
keep my hand off my hot pussy after having just been fucked by my dad,
not to mention knowing there was more dick where that came from waiting
for me in our room. Who knows, maybe mom might join in as well?
When we arrived at the hotel I was so engrossed with what I was doing in
the back seat that I didn’t even realize where we were until the valet
came to get the keys from my dad. I quickly pulled down my dress but he
probably got a brief glimpse of what I had been doing. Not that it
really mattered. Actually he was a pretty hot college guy and for all I
cared, he could have joined me in the back seat!
As the three of us walked through the lobby, I could feel the stares of
the men and I wondered what they would say if they knew how hot my pussy
was at the moment. I was so damn horny I could have taken them all on
but I knew better things waited for me up in our room. Once in the
elevator, my dad started teasing me, reaching under my dress to rub my
pussy with his fingers.
“John, they DO have cameras in these things nowadays you know,” my mother
hissed at him.
It was a moot point as we quickly arrived at our floor and soon were back
in our room. No sooner than the door was closed than my mom hugged my
dad and I stood by as I watched them kiss. If there is one thing I feel
fortunate about, it’s the love my parents have for one another.
Hopefully when I get married, twenty five years later I’ll still be loved
by my husband as much as my dad loves my mom, and the same for my mom’s
love for him.
People are always asking me if they swing or if they ever would have sex
with me and someone else? All I can say is anyone who asks such a silly
questions doesn't have a clue about my parent’s marriage. Neither one of
them would ever cheat on the other. It has nothing to do with getting
“consent”, as neither of them would deny the other something they truly
wanted. No, they simply wouldn't do it out of respect for each other. I
can’t ever picture my dad fucking another woman; it’s not even something
I fantasize about!
“Would you want to watch tonight?” I heard my mom whisper softly to my
dad.
My heart seemed to skip a beat when I heard her say that. Normally
whenever my dad fucked me, my mom would not get involved, at least not
directly. If anything, she might watch and masturbate but as for making
it a three-some, that just wasn’t the norm. She had explained it to me
once that so far as she was concerned, my dad fucking me was something
she allowed because she knew how much he wanted it. Since I was their
daughter, it wasn’t like he was cheating by fucking another woman.
Instead, she saw it similar to when he masturbated watching some porn
movie. Sure the movie turned him on and helped him get off, but it
wasn’t like it changed anything between them. So it was with him fucking
me. I satisfied his needs and made him happy, but he never substituted
me for my mom. Thus for her to join in would be like interrupting him
when he was masturbating.
Despite all that, my mom recognized that my father WAS a male and he DID
have certain fantasies and needs that she could satisfy without
compromising her marriage vows. What guy doesn’t jerk off thinking of
two women getting it on. Other than twin sisters, most guys tell me a
mother-daughter relationship is the hottest thing for them to watch. Why
should my dad be any different?
My dad grinned at her suggestion and she steered him over to the sofa
where he took a front row seat for the show she intended to put on for
him. Then she turned back to me and smiled. I could feel goose bumps
rising all over me in anticipation. God, it had been like forever since
we had done anything like this!
“What do you say Kelly, shall we give him a show?”
Well duh! I didn't need to answer as she knew perfectly well how I felt
about it. I couldn’t say which aspect turned me on more, having my dad
watch us or just being together with my mom. We hadn’t done anything
sexual together in over a month, which wasn't all that unusual and
actually it typically was longer than that between times. In contrast,
my dad enjoyed doing me every chance he could! The difference was my dad
did it to get off and what could turn him on more than fucking his
daughter (putting my mom aside for the moment)? My mom and I were more
like close friends, maybe even lovers, when we met in bed. Sure it felt
good to be with her, but emotionally being with her was the most intense
and intimate experiences of my life.
We met in the middle of the room and she kissed me as we wrapped our arms
around each other. Her lips felt so soft and full! God she smelled
wonderful and I tingled as she ran her hands through my hair while her
tongue explored my mouth. My father may dominate me in that I submit
myself to him out of respect as his daughter. My mom also dominates me
sexually but it is her maturity and experience that drives our roles
rather than me feeling I am required to submit myself to her.
“I love you mom,” I whispered softly as our lips parted ever so slightly.
“Yes Kelly, I love you too,” she sighed as I grabbed her ass in my hands
through her dress and pulled her in tight to me.
As if an unspoken command had been uttered, we parted and quickly dropped
our dresses to the floor. Neither of us was wearing anything underneath
them which meant the only thing left was to kick off our heels and leave
the jewelry on the nightstand. The two of us stood apart and I gazed at
my beautiful mother’s nude body. Oh sure she wasn't twenty two like me,
but for a woman her age she was still remarkably fit and sexy.
My mom took me by the hand and led me to the bed where I climbed on and
laid flat on my back with my head supported by a couple of pillows. My
mom laid to the side of me, draping her upper leg over me and pushing up
against me until her crotch was pressed against my high. She ground her
pussy into me, rubbing herself against my leg as she put her arm over me
and held my breast in her hand.
“God you feel so soft and warm,” she murmured as she buried her face in
my hair, tickling my ear lobe with her tongue.
Her large breasts pressed against me as she let her hand wander all over
me, fondling me gently as she let her fingertips do most of the touching.
When her hand reached my crotch, she rubbed her middle finger down along
my pussy slit and then to my pussy hole where she pushed it up inside of
me. Once she wetted her finger in me, she pulled it out and used it to
wet the rest of my pussy and clit before bringing her finger to her mouth
to taste me.
“Mmmmmmm, I think you still have some of your dad’s cum in you,” she
giggled. “He must have really left a load in you!”
Indeed he had but at the moment, all I could think about was the feel of
my mother’s nude body against mine. It was one thing to lay next to her
in bed nude watching TV or just falling asleep. There wasn’t anything
really sexual or erotic about that. This was different. She wasn't
laying against me just because we happened to be next to each other. No,
she desired me and loved me and wanted to share herself with me. What
more could a daughter ask of her mother?
“I think I need to get a closer look,” she giggled as she sucked on her
finger again.
I watched as she moved down to the end of the bed. Spreading my legs
apart for her, she kneeled between them and reached out to run her hand
over my pussy and inner thighs.
“You know, you've really become a beautiful woman,” she said, our eyes
meeting as her finger found my clit. My body tensed and my hips lifted
upward as her fingertip rubbed me in just the perfect way to set me off.
God my mom knew EXACTLY how to touch me!
She reached over to grab a pillow and as I lifted my hips she stuffed it
under my ass to raise my pussy in the air. Smiling at me the entire
time, she dropped her head into my crotch and blew softly on my sensitive
pussy and clit. The arm breath felt incredible against me, sending
shivers throughout me from head to toe.
“My oh my, a horny little girl, aren’t you?” she teased me after seeing
my overreaction to her touch. Talk about the understatement of the year!
Her tongue reached out and I almost came on the spot as it twirled around
my clit in tight little circles, periodically crossing over it and
sending chills through me each time. She kept two fingers in my pussy,
stroking them slowly in and out of me as she lapped my clit like a kitten
at a bowl of milk.
“Oh mom, that feels soooooo good!” I moaned. I had both hands on m
boobs, one over each breast. With the pillow behind my head I could
watch her between my legs, see her tongue as it played over my clit like
a bow over a fine violin.
My orgasm came quickly and surged as she kept up her relentless assault
on my clit. Even as I cried out from the overwhelming surge of emotions
coursing through me as my pussy literally screamed with pleasure, she
never let her tongue rest for even a second. It was like she was
watching some seismograph, judging my orgasm’s intensity and adjusting
her touch accordingly to keep me right at the peak. I almost felt like I
was pissing on her as my pussy overflowed and my cum poured out over her
fingers.
“I can’t take any more!... Oh god stop, stop mom!” I cried out. No, I
didn't REALLY want her to stop but yet something in me was making me say
those words. Hell, I didn't want this to EVER stop but at the same time
I felt totally out of control, completely helpless as it was like her
mouth and tongue had total control over me.
Everything around me faded into black as the only thing I could possibly
think about was what was happening between my legs. It was like I was
blind and deaf as all I could see was her face buried in my pussy, all I
could hear was the lapping sounds of her tongue on my pussy. My entire
world was condensed into its bare essence, nothing left but my pure
sexuality.
How long it went on I couldn't say but it felt like forever on one hand
but only a moment on the other. My mom slipped back up alongside of me
and kissed me. Her face was covered with my pussy juices and the odor of
my crotch smelled strongly as she kissed me and I tasted my cum on her
lips. We kissed passionately, even more intensely than before. It
wasn't a mother kissing her daughter, it was more like two lovers sharing
themselves equally with one another.
I turned on my side and our breast pressed tightly up against each other.
My nipples were so sensitive they tingled when they rubbed against my
mom’s. My arms were around her and my hands ran up and down her bare
back as her own hands held my tight ass. I knew what I wanted then more
than anything!
“My turn.” I whispered with a grin as I pushed her onto her back.
She didn't resist but rather spread her legs open for me as I maneuvered
my way between her legs. Instead of kneeling between her legs as she had
done with me, I just turned around and faced downward on her body and put
my head down in her crotch. My mom fondled my ass and rubbed down my ass
crack to my pussy as I licked her sweet smelling pussy. She was pretty
hairy as all she normally did was trim enough not to stick out of her
bikini or panties.
God her pussy tasted so good! Of course, I loved my pussy the best but
that was only natural. It wasn’t that her pussy had any particular
flavor or odor that made it so special. No, her pussy had one attribute
that no other pussy in the world had – it was my mom’s! Just as I loved
sucking my dad’s dick more than any other cock in the world, so it was
with my mom’s pussy. Even my cousin Tammy’s pussy, which was probably
the sweetest tasting pussy I’ve ever licked (from a flavor perspective it
didn't hurt she was only fourteen the first time I tasted it), didn't
compare overall to my mom’s. Her pussy was like a fine vintage wine, the
perfect combination of flavor, scent, and pedigree.
“Make me cum Kelly,” she moaned loudly, “Oh god I want to cum so badly!”
I could put on a moaning act like nobody when the place and time demanded
it but my “true” nature was more of being a soft moaner than screamer
when it came to sex. Even when I orgasmed my natural tendency was to
just moan or even simply enjoy it silently. That was fine when I
masturbated as I usually didn't have an audience, but I learned that men
needed to hear a woman when she was feeling good.
My mom, on the other hand, was a hard core “screamer”. I could remember
growing up and listening to my parents making love in their bedroom
through the thin wall between us. Although they never allowed me to
watch them fucking when I was younger, I certainly got an earful! My dad
leaned more to the grunting and groaning but my mom loved to talk –
LOUDLY and moan, again, LOUDLY. I would have bet that most people who
thought she was this gentle and quiet mother, never swearing or causing a
fuss, would have been shocked to hear the stream of obscenities flowing
from her when my dad fucked her! With me she tended to not go quite so
overboard but she could still moan up a storm!
I plunged my finger into her wet pussy as I tugged on her clit with my
teeth, gently pulling it out and letting it go to snap back. Gripping it
with my lips, I pulled on it and sucked it until she was crying again for
me to make her cum. Well damn, I was doing the best I could!
Sensing she was close, I lifted my leg and straddled her, letting my
pussy hover over her face. As I dropped my pussy down closer, she
wrapped her arms around my hips and put her hands on my ass, pulling me
tighter into the waiting face. She was too absorbed in my mouth on her
clit to do much with mine but I could feel her hot breath against my
pussy and then her face moving under it as I dipped it down closer now
and then.
She was cumming. Her hips thrust up and almost pushed me off her as her
back armed and she tightened her grip on my ass. I could feel her cum as
it erupted from her pussy, smell the thick odor of her female scent as
she orgasmed even harder with my mouth all over her pussy.
My mouth was getting tired and my tongue actually hurting from extending
it so far but I wasn't going to let up on my mom that easily. She had
driven me so far into the stratosphere with my orgasm that I had wondered
how I was ever going to land again so I had to do the same for her. She
was bucking under me, humping my face like my dad was fucking her instead
of my tongue. Finally she suddenly just collapsed, breathing heavily as
she fought to regain her breath.
My first instinct was to do the same but I might have smothered her if I
had so I twisted around until I was lying next to her almost just the
reverse from how we had been before. This time it was me with my leg
over her and my crotch was the one pressing up against her leg. We both
smelled strongly of sex and I could feel her heart racing as I laid my
head on her breast.
Gradually we caught our breath and I moved up higher on her until our
lips met once again and we kissed. For the longest time that was all we
did, kissing each other long and soft, savoring each other as our bodies
pressed together as if we were trying to merge them as one.
Chapter 6 – Dad Can’t Hold Back
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My mom and I might have gone on all night had it not been for the dick
that suddenly appeared in front of us!
Looking up, we saw my dad had stripped and from the looks of things, his
dick had made a full recovery and was ready for action once again!
“I think someone needs to be fucked,” he said softly as he stroked my
mom’s hair. At first I thought he meant me since normally that was what
he did when it was the three of us. Not tonight it appeared!
I rolled over on my back, leaving my mom laying exposed to my dad. She
smiled at him as she realized what his intentions were and raised her
arms out to him. He climbed on top of her in typical missionary style
and his cock quickly homed in on her busy without wither of the touching
it.
“Mmmmmmm, looks like our daughter has you all ready for me,” he said with
a grin and a wink to me.
“I love you John,” was all my mom had to say.
Suddenly something dawned on me that I had never realized before. Never
in my life had I ever heard my mom ask my dad to fuck her. In contrast,
I was asking him to fuck me all the time but then, I did it because I
knew he liked to hear me say it. It was yet another sign of the true
love that they shared. She didn't say it because she didn't have to, he
knew she wanted him. At the same time, he didn't need to hear her say it
to get off, he KNEW she wanted it as badly as he did. Aren’t my parents
just incredible?
I watched closely as his hips thrust down and forward and his cock
slipped easily into her wet pussy. Of course, a forty something mom with
a kid isn’t going to have the tight pussy of a teenager, but he didn't
seem to mind one way or the other. He wasn’t fucking her anyway, he was
making love to her which was an experience I had never enjoyed yet in my
life.
I didn't have to make love myself to recognize how special it was between
them. Watching two people totally in love with one another making love
is like nothing else in the world. It was special to them as well.
Growing up my parents didn't care if I saw them masturbate yet they NEVER
let me see them make love. It wasn't until I was sixteen and came home
early to see them in the hot tub that I first saw them making love. It
was then I sensed the incredible relationship they had and what led to my
wanting to share part of that relationship myself as much as possible.
Of course, I am talking about when I first gave myself to my dad.
I didn't even masturbate as I watched my dad and mom together. It would
have seemed almost sacrilegious to get myself off in the midst of their
love making. This wasn't something to get off from, it was something to
admire.
When my father finally came in my mom, it wasn't like when he came in me.
With me it was like he was fulfilling some fantasy, like he was realizing
some goal he had set for himself or satisfying this lust that had grown
in him and needed to be released. As he released himself in her, it was
like watching a man giving a precious diamond to his lover, like he was
giving my mom something more than doing it for his own pleasure. It was
so beautiful I practically cried!
My parents fell asleep in each other’s arms soon afterwards, leaving me
next to them on the bed. As I load there I contemplated the evenings
events and overall, I had to say it was quite the successful evening. As
I turned over to fall asleep, I resolve to be the first to wake up.
There was no need to put out a room service request, I knew there was
going to be a nice sausage for me to enjoy come morning. Yes indeed, my
dad was going to enjoy his wakeup call if I had anything to say about it!
THE END