Subject: Tammy Visits
Story Codes: MF MFF F-solo oral exhib incest father daughter
Diary Date: July 11, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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It would be the first time Tammy had visited without my mom being around
so I wasn't sure how things would go. I wasn’t even sure WHY she was
visiting us for that matter. Looking back, why was I even worried?
NOTE: While I give a little background in this one regarding past events
concerning Tammy, I recommend reading the following for more
details:
020730 Mom's Best Friend
060701 My Mom’s Best Friend Returns
060819 Casino Orgy
070521 Mom’s Gift to Her Best Friend
Chapter 1 – Tammy and My Mom
Chapter 2 – An Awkward Welcome
Chapter 3 – Should I Interrupt?
Chapter 4 – Breaking Tradition?
Epilogue
Chapter 1 – Tammy and My Mom
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My mom's best friend, without a doubt, was Tammy – not to be confused
with my younger cousin Tammy. Tammy was born a few months earlier than
my mom (she was born in February whereas my mom came along later in June)
and they has known each other since they were little girls. I guess it
was sort of like what I have with my own best friend – Beth, only for a
lot longer.
As I got older, it was interesting for me to learn that Tammy actually
dated my dad long before my mom did. He even had sex with Tammy,
something Tammy told my mom at the time as best friends would. My mom
was dating a few other guys, giving out a few blowjobs here and there.
When my dad fucked her about six months or so after he first did Tammy,
she told Tammy that he had been her first.
The reality was that my mom lost her virginity only a couple of months
after Tammy, but she never told Tammy because of WHO took it. More than
25 years would pass before Tammy learned the truth - that my mom (and
well as Linda, her younger sister) first had sex with their own dad – my
grandfather.
My mom married my dad in 1984 with me making an entrance nine months
later. Tammy married a couple of years later to a guy she met in
college. Given her and my mom’s close friendship, the families got
together frequently although Tammy's husband was never told the REAL
history of what went on between his wife and my dad back in her high
school days. Tammy has two teenage boys and lives in a rather upscale
neighborhood in Bend, Oregon, your typical All-American family.
When Tammy's husband had been transferred to the Oregon, it was the first
time my mom had been separated for any extended length of time from her
closest friend and confidante. They relied mostly on phone calls and e-
mails to keep in touch but still managed to meet each other at least once
or twice a year, usually trading off each time as to who would travel to
visit the other.
During Tammy’s earlier visits to our house, I was pretty young so she and
my mom pretty much did things without me. She never brought me with her
to visit Tammy until a few years ago. Their trips were meant to be
between the two of them so it never bothered me that I wasn’t included.
In July of 2002, I was seventeen and enjoying the summer before my senior
year of high school when Tammy came to visit. Things got quite
interesting when we spent some time together in the hot tub while my mom
was at work. I can still remember the way Tammy's mouth dropped opened
when I raised my legs over the edge of the tub before lowering myself
until the jet was positioned just right so as to send a stream of hot
water right against my pussy.
As I took began to rub myself I looked over and saw Tammy just staring at
me. She just couldn’t believe what I was doing myself right in front of
her! I was raised that masturbation wasn’t anything taboo or that needed
to be hidden so it was a little awkward at first.
I’ve said so many times that masturbation is the key to developing any
form of informal sexual relationship and so it was with me and Tammy. In
the end, my masturbating opened the door for us to start talking about
sex and some of the things we’d done over the years. I guess I assumed
that being so close to my mom that she would already know a lot about me
so I didn't think twice when it came to talking about me and my dad and
how he had started fucking me about a year ago now.
Well, if Tammy was shocked to see me openly masturbate, it was nothing
compared to the horrified look on her face now. It took some fast
explaining to convince her that my dad wasn't a child molester or
pervert. Before she went home we experimented a little but it was
nothing much overall.
It was almost four years before Tammy was able to make it to our house
again. My mom had visited her several times in between but I was never
able to go. All summer long my mom had been planning a trip to Oregon
for some time in mid-August so it came as a surprise when Tammy visited
us in July without hardly any forewarning. Apparently there was some
conference in Pittsburgh and the person from her company that was suppose
to attend got sick leaving her as a last minute replacement.
Upon hearing of her impending arrival, I can remember wondering if there
would be a chance to see if our last time had just been a fluke or what.
My mom tried to keep my hopes in check, telling me that while Tammy may
have experimented with me the last time last, I shouldn’t expect too much
this time around. She was actually quite surprised that Tammy and I had
done anything at all, since the two of them never had! That didn't
surprise me as I had not done a lot with my best friend either except for
a few parties and a couple of times with my dad. There’s something about
being best friends I guess that tends to keep sex out of the equation.
When we got to talking, Tammy mentioned that the last time she was here
that I had said something about my dad and me. She confessed that while
she hadn’t said anything at the time, in reality she had assumed that I’d
been trying to tease her and so she went along with it Then she surprised
my mom by saying she’d witnessed me and my dad doing it a little bit
earlier that day. Tammy was pretty upset, even to the point of saying
she was thinking of packing her bags and leaving, saying we were all
perverted and she couldn’t believe her best friend had been keeping this
from her for so long.
That was when my mom finally told Tammy that her own father had taken her
virginity. Tammy was stunned, to say the least, saying she could never
even imagine her dad doing that to her, nor doing anything with her sons
either. As for her husband fucking her daughter... she didn’t need to
say anything more, the disgust on her face told it all.
Fortunately it all worked out as my mom convinced Tammy to watch me and
my dad again, to prove to her it wasn't just sex but to witness the love
and respect my father had for me when he fucked me. Tammy got really
horny watching us, to the point where she even blew my dad. In fact, she
got so carried away that she begged my mom to have my dad fuck her. At
that point it was like everyone came to their senses and things came to a
quick end. She wasn’t really ready to cheat on her husband and my dad
wasn’t about to commit adultery.
That same summer my mom and I visited Tammy at her home in Oregon, making
it the first time I’d been west of Illinois. Tammy's family was nothing
like mine when it came to sexual openness and sharing. I tried to be a
good girl, but Tammy's two teenage sons WERE boys after all and I caught
them both looking at me rather "inappropriately" at times. I was sort of
proud that her husband did as well a couple of times. My mom actually
thanked me about half-way through the week and commended me on my
restraint.
After a week you can imagine how horny I was so when we went to a casino
on a nearby Indian reservation, I was hunting for any opportunity. When
my mom dared me to take on a group of guys at the poker table, Tammy go
to see a great example of what a slut her best friend's daughter really
was!
A year later Tammy was in town for my graduation party. Before she left,
my mom had a special gift for her – my cousin Rick. For the first time
in twenty years Tammy cheated on her husband – and with a boy about the
same age as her son at that! As crazy as it was, it wasn't the biggest
surprise waiting for Tammy. After doing Rick, my mom told her that she
wanted her to do my dad. After all, he’d been Tammy’s “first” so it
wasn't like they didn't already “know” each other in that way. At first
Tammy wasn't sure she wanted to do that, actually she was quite sure she
didn’t. In the end they did it.
Seeing my dad fuck Tammy was a complex experience for me. Of course it
was erotic but the bottom line was that both of them were committing
adultery. It didn't matter that it was my mom’s idea and she was OK with
it. Tammy was not a member of our family and so it was adultery, pure
and simple. It took some pretty heavy discussions with my mom afterwards
before she could convince me that Tammy was for all intents and purposes
a member of our family and that it was OK. It was actually the same
rationalization she used when my dad had fucked MY best friend Beth a
couple of years earlier.
Then last fall the unthinkable happened - my mom had her accident and she
was gone. Tammy came to the funeral but it was definitely NOT the right
time to be even thinking about fooling around. I hadn’t heard from her
since and so when my dad informed me out of the blue that she was coming
for the weekend, I have to admit it was quite a surprise.
That was nothing compared to how I felt when my dad confessed that he’d
been talking to her on the phone quite a bit in the past few months. He
didn’t say much else so I was left wondering what the full story was.
Why was she visiting? What would happen while she was here? Would she
want to be with me again? Was she coming for just a platonic visit or
did she had ideas about being with my dad?
So many questions but my dad wasn’t volunteering anything more and I
didn’t want to press the issue, leaving me to wonder...
Chapter 2 – An Awkward Welcome
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Since Tammy would be arriving in the middle of the afternoon on Friday,
my dad asked me to pick her up at the airport so she wouldn’t have to
rent a car. It wasn't a hassle, I just rearranged one of my tutoring
appointments and waited for her to call me on my cell phone when her
luggage arrived.
Driving around to the loading area, I saw her standing there waving when
she recognized me. She had packed pretty light - just a carry-on and one
small suitcase so it was easy to get her stuff in my trunk. We chatted
about her flight, the weather, and stuff as I headed out to the highway.
Then for a moment it was like we both had nothing to say, the silence
almost deafening as we each knew what needed to be asked and said, but
neither of us anxious to address it. Finally, she took the lead.
“So I guess you’re wondering why I’m here.”
“Well, now that you mention it the thought HAD crossed my mind,” I said
lightly, trying to soothe some of the tension that had suddenly appeared.
“Look, I know things have been... well, ‘different’ for you since your
mom’s accident and I can only imagine how you must feel about things.
Believe me, I had NO idea your dad hadn’t told you about our calls and
talks.”
I turned to look at her quickly, the heavy traffic drawing my attention
back to the road but not before she saw the questioning look on my face.
“At least your dad warned me,” she said in response to my unspoken query,
“I’m glad he did as it would have been a bit awkward otherwise.”
In my mind I was shouting, “YOU THINK?” but I remained quiet, letting her
go on without interrupting her.
“Things have been a bit rough between me Tom lately. As you know, your
dad is probably closer to me and knows me better than any other man
besides my husband. My goodness, he’s still the only man other than my
husband whom I’ve had sex with! I guess I just needed someone to turn to
I knew wouldn’t judge me.”
“I think you mean someone to fuck you,” I said – but only to myself. I
was wondering where this was going.
“Well, it’s not like your dad hasn’t begun to move on... I mean with your
aunt and all,” she tried to point out, although to what end I was still
confused.
“Oh, so he told you about him and her too?” I asked, trying not to sound
judgmental but most likely failing miserably.
“Well I think it’s wonderful myself, Kelly,” she replied, “I’m not sure
you fully realize just how close they use to be back in the old days.
Your mother’s gone, Kelly, he needs someone like her.”
“Yeah, Like YOU,” I again said silently.
It was difficult to describe how I felt – confused, maybe even a little
jealous? I liked Tammy but it wasn't like I knew her THAT well. Sure we
were together a week every year or so maybe, and yes we’d been intimate a
few times as well, but I did not by any stretch of the imagination
consider her my best friend, or even someone close to that. Now I really
felt like I didn’t know her.
“So let me get this straight then,” I said, immediately realizing my tone
was a bit sharp but it was too late, “You’re having problems with your
marriage so you thought you would come see my dad for some sex over the
weekend to help you get through it. Do I have it right?”
Tammy looked as if she would cry, her eyes reddening and starting to
sniffle, and it made me think maybe I’d come across a bit too harsh.
Still, it needed to be said sooner or later so why not get it out in the
open and get it over with?
“Soooooo, do you have a problem with that?” she asked softly.
Something suddenly struck me and I almost laughed out loud. Instead I
just giggled and soon she was doing the same. It was all so incongruous,
so utterly crazy. It was then I realized that I really didn’t have a
problem with it, I just needed to share my thoughts about it to make
myself feel better with the situation.
“It’s not like you two didn’t seem to enjoy it the last time you were
here,” I teased her, putting my hand briefly on her leg.
“Yeah, that WAS pretty wild and crazy, wasn't it,” she giggled back to
me, “You know, I went home and for about a month I denied it actually
happened – I just couldn't believe what we’d done.
That seemed to break the ice but I knew we would be discussing it more
before the weekend was over. I was now into the thick of the traffic and
it was too difficult to carry on such a serious conversation so we just
listened to the radio until finally we were at my dad’s.
“I guess you’ll be staying in my room,” I said as we carried her things
in. Tammy was about half-way up the stairs as I said it but she stopped
to look back at me.
“Thanks Kelly, but I really don't think I'll need to use your room,” she
said gently. Well duh! I don't know where my head is at sometimes.
After getting her settled in, we went to my bedroom (no matter where I
live or how long I’m away, this was always going to be “my” bedroom). We
sat on the edge of my bed, each with one leg tucked under with the other
planted on the floor. For just a moment there was that awkward silence
again. This time it was my turn to say it first.
“What about me and you this weekend,” I asked, figuring the direct
approach would be best. I guess I wasn't direct enough though.
“What do you mean Kelly?” she asked sincerely, as if she really didn't
understand my question.
“Well,” I said softly, unsure of myself now that she hadn’t grasped
immediately what I’d meant, “I know you came to have sex with my dad...
what about me?”
It wasn't that Tammy was the hottest woman I knew. Compared to my Aunt
Linda she was a bit overweight and plain looking but it wasn't like she
was fat or ugly. To me, it was more the relationship that mattered.
When my mom was here my relationship with Tammy was pretty much based on
them being best friends. Now that things were different, would it be
different between me and Tammy was well? It was complicated, to say the
least. Was it that I hoped by being with Tammy that somehow it may
resurrect those feelings again when she was my mom’s best friend. Was I
trying to relive the past instead of dealing with the present?
Tammy reached over and hugged me. “Kelly, you need to understand that
I’m just not that kind of women at heart.” Seeing the disappointment on
my face, she tried to explain further by saying, “What we did was special
and something I'll never forget... it just isn’t ME though. Do you
understand?”
I understood, or at least I understood what her answer was. I can say,
though, that I did NOT understand WHY. Maybe I never would. Just then I
heard something downstairs and to my surprise, my dad was already home.
Well, it WAS a Friday afternoon and he knew Linda would be arriving so I
guess he left work a little early – defined as anything before 7-8:00 in
the evening!
“John!” Tammy called out as he came up the stairs.
My dad came into my room and Tammy stood up and they hugged. Something
was different already, something I couldn't quite put my finger on but it
WAS different. Watching them hug and then start to kiss, I realized what
it was. Before she had been my mom’s best friend and anything between
them had funneled through her with her blessing. Tammy was always my
mom’s best friend”, not just another woman. Watching them together this
way it seemed they were more like lovers than two people with a common
friend. It had been hard enough to see him with my Aunt Linda this way
and they had been together sexually forever it seemed. To see Tammy and
him like this was just a little mind-boggling.
“I'll call you later Dad,” I said as I walked out of the room.
Sheesh, he didn’t even said goodbye, let alone give me so much as a kiss
or a quick squeeze on the butt as I went by him. He and Tammy were too
absorbed with one another to notice much of anything else.
I had cleared my calendar for the day and night, assuming I would be
spending it with my Dad and Tammy. As I drove home it came to me that
now I was all alone on a warm Friday night. This sucked!
Chapter 3 – Should I Interrupt?
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For the past 24 years, or at least those parts that I remember, coming
home was always something I looked forward to. Home meant security,
love, and being with my parents. There is not a time in my life when I
can recall NOT wanting to go home. Even now, I often catch myself
calling it “home” even though I have my own apartment which is
technically “home” for me. Still, I don't think it will matter where I
live or for how long, “home” will always be that place where I grew up,
where so many things happened to make me the woman I am today.
Not only can I not remember ever not wanting to GO home, neither can I
ever recall ever feeling like I wasn't welcome either. No matter the
time of year or day, the weather or what my parents had planned, I knew I
could always count on a warm reception when I walked through the door. I
didn't matter what I’d done, how badly I screwed up, or even how awful I
may have treated them before I’d left the last time, I was ALWAYS
welcomed home again.
Now, for the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure if I should go “home”.
Yesterday I’d left my dad and Tammy in each other’s arms and never even
got a phone call later that night. I guess technically I wouldn’t have
gotten one under normal conditions anyway – my dad has never been a big
one for phone calls just to say hi, but I still thought maybe Tammy might
call to thank me for picking her up at the airport. Again, if I’d
received a phone call on a Saturday morning from my dad I would’ve
probably panicked, wondering what was wrong, so NOT hearing the phone
ring was probably more to be expected but still, weren't they going to
include me in ANYTHING?
Probably the best way to show how anxious I was is to say I skipped my
morning masturbation time – the first time in ages that I can even
remember doing so! It was like all the horniness in me was drained out
and I just couldn’t get myself in the right frame of mind.
Then I had an idea... a GREAT idea. If I was to go over to his house and
perhaps sneak in, undress myself and then surprise them in bed, then they
would HAVE to let me join them. I don’t know why I felt so desperate to
be a part of them this weekend, only that I did. It was almost like I
feel when I get an unquenchable urge to have sex. Now and then it’s like
I HAVE to get laid and nothing else will do. It doesn't happen often but
when it does, I usually end up calling my cousin or something to help me
so I don't get myself in trouble, or at least not TOO much trouble (it’s
not like Kristi is all that steady herself but anything helps). This was
almost like that except it wasn’t about sex, but something different that
I couldn't quite put my finger on. All I knew was I HAD to go over and
see what they were doing,
As I drove, my sex drive began to get back in gear the closer I got to
the house. I began to imagine what Tammy was doing to my dad right now,
and vice versa. God my pussy was starting to itch SO bad and I cursed
myself for wearing jeans instead of a short skirt that would’ve made
things a whole lot easier.
Fortunately I was home before I got too crazy, parking my car at the
bottom of the driveway where it wouldn't be seen from the upstairs
bathroom (the bedrooms were on the other side of the house anyway). I
keyed in the entry code into the wireless thing for the garage door and
hoped the sound of the door opening wouldn’t be heard two stories up.
Fortunately my dad keeps the opener well maintained and even I could
barely hear anything as it rose.
The basement was at the same level as the driveway (after it had dipped
one story from the front of the house to the garage) and I carefully let
myself in. There was no sign of life so I walked over to where the
laundry chute emptied, grabbed a chair so I could get closer to it, and
tried to listen to what was going on upstairs. I’d learned many years
ago as a child that the chute acted like an echo chamber, bringing every
sound from two stories up down to the basement if you got in just the
right spot. It was perfect for listening in on my parents when they
thought I couldn’t hear them! Still, I didn’t hear a thing and I looked
back out in the garage just to be sure his SUV was there - which it was.
Hmmmmmm, what were they doing – or NOT doing?
Going up the basement stairs, I opened the door to the first door
carefully but there was nobody around there or in the kitchen. Making my
way to the entryway, I looked up the stairs but as they made a left turn
about two-thirds of the way up, I couldn't see anything, nor could I hear
anything either.
Hmmm, what should do now? My original plan had been to strip down and go
upstairs naked, surprising them such that they couldn't say anything
about me hopping in bed with them. If my dad was going to fuck Tammy,
then he should be doing me with her as well – or at least that’s how I
saw it. Then again, when I made those plans I’d expected to hear the
moaning of two people engaged in hard- core sex such that they wouldn't
even notice me until I was right at the side of the bed. As quiet as the
house was now, and given how virtually every square foot of this old
house squeaked, the element of surprise was going to be pretty hard to
obtain.
Still, what did I have to lose? I slipped off my sandals, then dropped
my jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. Reaching down with my
arms crossed to the bottom hem, I pulled the tank top up and over my head
in one fluid motion, leaving me standing completely naked in the hallway.
The house was pretty cold – my dad LOVED air-conditioning, as proven by
the reaction my nipples were making now as they stiffened.
Like the laundry chute listening secret, another thing I’d learned by
living in this house almost all of my life was how to avoid the
especially squeaky spots in the hardwood steps leading to the second
floor. It was like watching an Indiana Jones movie as I stepped in my
bare feet from side to side, almost having to be acrobatic at times but
it worked – not a sound and I was at the top of the stairs. Now that I
was just a few feet from my dad’s bedroom, I was finally able to make out
the low voice that was talking.
“Oh yeah, that feels so good,” I heard at one point between the barely
audible moans and groans.
Well, at least I knew they weren't sleeping and they WERE doing just what
I’d hoped they would.
The window air conditioning was raising goose bumps on my exposed skin.
The house had radiators for heat and was much too old for central air-
conditioning so my dad had installed a monster air-conditioner in the
window which pretty well cooled the entire house if you pointed the vents
in the right direction. Unfortunately, I was standing right in front of
the discharge that was intended to cool the majority of the upstairs –
and I was freezing!
Suddenly it dawned on me that the voices I heard were not coming from my
dad’s bedroom! The noise of the air-conditioner must have distorted my
hearing, not to mention I’d just expected it to come from there so I
never really thought about it until now. No... it was coming from MY
bedroom! OK so technically I didn’t live there anymore but after
occupying it for 18 years, that room would always be MY bedroom.
I sneaked around the corner until I could get a glimpse of the bed using
the mirror that hung over my dresser. I smiled to myself as I thought of
how my dad had carefully positioned it so many years ago such that he
could get a good view of my bed without ever having to actually look into
my room. He loved to watch when my boyfriends would come over to fuck
me. None of them ever saw him in the mirror – or at least they never
admitted that they had.
Now the tables were turned and it was my turn to “spy” on the events that
were taking place in my room. My heart practically stopped when I saw my
dad laying on my bed on his back with Tammy riding him cowgirl. They
were both nude and while Tammy was more than a few years past her prime
(to be kind), she certainly was trying to make up for it with effort!
She was bucking on my dad’s dick like she was riding the bull at a cowboy
bar!
“Fuck me John... fuck me harder,” she was saying, clearly audible in the
hallway where I was standing, “Oh fuck me... Tom never fucked me like you
do... do it to me now!”
Tom was her husband back in Oregon. So far as I knew, he was the only
guy that had ever fucked Tammy besides my dad and so far as he was
concerned, my dad hadn’t either. How Tammy convinced him she was a
virgin when my dad had been the one to take it long before she met Tom...
well she never told me. Imagine if he saw his dear wife now, acting like
a wanton slut in heat as she committed the ultimate sin that a wife can
do - adultery.
It wasn’t like they were having a conversation or anything, more just a
few words here and there mixed in between grunts and moans. Tammy’s
boobs were bouncing all over the place – a classic example of where
wearing a bra during sex isn’t always such a bad idea! Her ass was
spread out on my dad’s crotch more than anyone else’s I’d ever seen but
that didn't seem to stop my dad from wanting to grab it with both hands
and squeeze it as she rocked on his dick.
It was then I realized that my hand was between my legs – I hadn’t even
thought about it, it just went there automatically like it often did when
I was horny. Yet as hot as I was, I was struggling as to whether or not
I should barge in. It wasn’t like I was wearing anything less than they
were (as in nothing). Yet at the same time I hesitated. It was
painfully obvious that they were thoroughly enjoying one another. Their
relationship went back a LONG ways, even more so than my dad’s did with
my mom and her sister. It was like they were somehow reliving their
past, capturing the old magic from back in their early high school days.
Was it right for me to just drop in unannounced? Really, if they wanted
me in there with them now ,all it would have taken was a simple phone
call and I’d have gladly rushed over to join in.
In the meantime, Tammy had twisted around such that she was facing away
from my dad as his hard dick stayed up inside of her pussy. Had I
stepped into the doorway she would’ve been staring at me straight in the
face. Now THAT might have been an interesting expression to capture, but
I doubted that this was the right time and/or place. At the same time, I
wondered if it wasn’t EXACTLY the right time and place. After all, he
WAS my father and Tammy knew how close we were. Surely she would want
his only daughter to be included with them... wouldn’t she?
Watching them fucking on MY bed, I wondered why they were on MY twin-
sized bed instead of my dad’s larger queen-sized bed. What was the point
in fucking his old lover on his daughter’s bed? Then it hit me... for
the first time I was seeing my father having sex just for the sake of
having sex. With me, I was always his daughter and no matter where or
when we did it, we never could be anything else.
With my mom, it was his love, his soul mate. Sure they got pretty wild
sometimes (the walls between our bedrooms were pretty thin) but again,
they could never be anything else. When he fucked my Aunt Linda and my
cousins, it was more sexual than emotional but there were still those
family ties that could never be totally cast aside.
Perhaps the closest I’d seen him to having pure “sex” was with my best
friend Beth; but even then, the cloud of adultery hung over everything,
regardless of how much he later denied it, and I don't think he could
fully engage with her without seeing me or my mom.
So indeed, this was a first for me, the first time I’d ever seen my dad
fucking another woman just for the sake of having sex with her – no
strings, no family ties, nothing but pure covetousness and desire on BOTH
of their parts. They seemed to be reliving their so-called glory years
as young teenagers, engaging in playful sex without any worries, without
any concerns for the future, or any thoughts as to who might know about
it.
Watching them, I felt awkward, strange – even weird. It was almost like
I was seeing him having sex for the first time Sort of ironic I guess.
Was this how other girls felt, the ones who didn’t have incest with the
dads, when they stumbled across their parents having sex? One the one
hand I wanted to turn away, not wanting to see my father like this, yet
on the other hand my eyes were riveted on the sleazy scene being played
out right before me. It was like I felt like I shouldn't be watching
them yet at the same time I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Had anyone asked me before now how I would react to such a situation, I
would NEVER have even dreamed for a moment that it would be like this.
No doubt I would have said how much it turned me on, how eventually I
would walk into the room and join them. At the very least I would have
thought I would get excited and masturbate as I watched. Yet now that I
was faced with this in real life for the first time, masturbating was
pretty much the LAST thing on my mind. Sure I wanted to watch, but not
because I wanted to join them, but more out of morbid curiosity than
anything else.
Indeed, as I mentioned before, this was probably how a typical girl might
feel after accidentally walking in on her parents as they were making
love, except this wasn't my parents, it was my dad and an old friend.
Just as no doubt that girl would be fascinated by what she was seeing, so
was I. Yet as fascinated as she may be, the odds were the thought of
joining her parents would never have crossed her mind, just as the
thought of joining my Dad and Tammy was not an option I was seriously
considering any longer.
I leaned back against the wall as I watched, my eyes barely even blinking
as I didn’t want to miss anything. The coolness of the plaster against
my skin reminded me that I was bare-ass naked and in some way it seemed
inappropriate for this situation. Like, what was the point in me being
nude anymore? I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling even more chilled
as the air-conditioner blew from behind me.
My dad was on top of Tammy now, classic missionary position. They were
kissing passionately as I watched his bare butt rise and fall as he
fucked her. I could even see his erect dick as it drilled it’s way deep
into her hairy pussy and then it would glisten a little in the sunlight
coming through the window as he pulled it back out again, smeared with
her pussy’s wetness. He looked so happy while he fucked her slowly as
they kissed, obviously not trying to get himself off quickly but rather
just enjoying the warm sensation of being inside of her pussy for as long
as possible.
As I watched my dad fuck Tammy, I smiled as I knew just what she must be
feeling. Indeed, how many times had that very same dick been in my mouth
and pussy? How many times had I closed my eyes and concentrated solely
on my father’s hard cock as it penetrated me and drove itself deep inside
of me? Oh how I loved it when he fucked me the way he was fucking Tammy
now; slow and easy, driving as deep as he could into her and then slowly
but steadily pulling out until just the head remained inside. Then he
would hold himself there, circling his hips to make his cock gyrate just
inside her pussy before ever so slowly pushing it back in her once again.
His hairy crotch would meet up against her thick bush, nothing but their
pubic hair between them as his dick was buried completely inside of her.
Her hips rose as she worked to get even more of his cock in her. I could
hear her soft cry as she felt him push even harder against her, feeling
even more of him within her.
Although I could barely see Tammy’s face in the mirror, from what I COULD
see she was totally lost, consumed with sexual hunger as once again she
was fucking the first man she ever allowed inside of her so many years
before. Now he once again was doing her, as if it was just yesterday
when they had done in the back of his parents station wagon at the old
drive-in. I wondered if her husband could make her feel this way? After
so many years of marriage, did it still thrill her to have him fuck her?
Did she still shiver at the thought of sucking his cock? Did her pussy
tingle with anticipation when she snuggled up in bed against him? Was it
more exciting for her to fuck my dad while her husband was at home
without her? Was she remembering her first time, or maybe one of the
many times after that when she and my dad had fucked as young teenagers?
Tammy began to buck under my dad as her orgasm rose within her. I held
my breath, trying to listen closer as she moaned and cried, not really
saying anything intelligible. In fact, had I just listened to a
recording of her as she was now, I would have thought she was in pain!
Then I shivered as she gave out a long moan that seemed to go on and on.
“Oh god John, don't stop... keep fucking me,” she finally called out as
she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him tighter into her, “Make me
cum... oh fuck John, you’re making me cum so good!”
“Your pussy’s so hot... so wet,” my dad gasped as I could tell he was
about to cum himself.
Some things you just learn to recognize after it happens enough times.
My dad still managed to surprise me now and then but usually I was pretty
accurate when it came to knowing when he was about to cum – sometimes I
think even before he did!
“Oh Tammy, I love fucking you... I wanna fuck you so bad!” I heard my dad
groan as he rammed his stiff dick into Tammy’s convulsing pussy.
“On my face... cum on my face,” Tammy begged – and surprised me a bit in
the process.
For whatever reason, I just never had figured Tammy as the type who liked
facials! Heck, even I preferred not to have them and I loved cum! They
are just a mess and I only did them when I thought the guy really wanted
it.
My dad’s answer was to pull out of her and he stood on the floor next to
my bed by Tammy’s head and stroked his dick rapidly. Tammy turned her
head to face him and opened her mouth just in time as the first load of
cum spewed from my dad’s cock like from a sperm-filled squirt gun. The
first load nailed Tammy right between the eyes with some on her forehead
with the next shot splashing on her nose and lips. The third one was
right on target, landing directly on her outstretched tongue.
My father moved forward and she grabbed his cock as it was still
ejaculating, pulling it into her mouth to take the remaining cum directly
in her mouth. Yeah, Tammy WAS a genuine cumslut after all! I saw my
dad’s ass clench with each load as Tammy eagerly sucked every drop from
his dick. When he’d finished, she continued to suck his dick, fondling
his balls as she tried to get even more.
“You know... you look like a slut,” my dad teased her as he pulled his
spent dick from her mouth, “I bet Tom doesn't cum on your face, does he?”
Tammy was carefully wiping her eyes as apparently some of him had either
hit her in the eye or had dripped down her face into it. Indeed, she did
look pretty hot with my dad’s cum on her face as she lay naked on my bed,
her freshly fucked pussy visible through her spread legs.
“Tom? Hell no, he’s a missionary guy all the way; cums in or on my pussy
every time,” she sneered with a hint of frustration in her voice. “I
took his cum once in my mouth when I was blowing him and he couldn't stop
himself. The jerk wouldn’t kiss me for days afterwards!”
“What an idiot... If only he could see his slutty wife now!” my dad
chuckled.
I shifted my weight and damn if the wooden floor didn't squeak just
enough for Tammy to lift her head to look. Fortunately I wasn't in the
line of sight of the bed and she didn’t know to look in the mirror over
on my dresser.
“Somebody here?” she asked my dad.
He shook his head and I saw him starting to turn so he could look in the
mirror but I’d already moved to the side so he couldn't see me.
“Nobody’s here... you know how these old houses creak sometimes,” he
assured her.
“OK, I was afraid maybe Kelly might come over.”
My ears perked at that. My intention was to sneak back down the stairs
and leave before they caught me but now my curiosity was peeked. I
couldn't see anything but I could still hear them just barely over the
din of the air- conditioner. If it hadn’t been running I could’ve heard
them a lot more easily but then they could’ve heard me a lot more easily
as well.
“Nawwwwww, she didn’t say anything about stopping by and she usually lets
me know ahead of time.”
There was a pause, why I don’t know, but then Tammy spoke up again
saying, “You know John, don’t take this the wrong way but I’m glad it’s
just you and me. I know how you are with Kelly but to be honest, since I
was here last time I’ve thought about it a lot and I’d rather not be
involved with all that.”
“Oh, and why this change in heart?” my dad asked, “Seemed like the last
time you were here it didn’t bother you all that much.”
“It’s incest John... after I got home I looked at my kids and I just
couldn't imagine doing what you do with Kelly with them,” Tammy explained
softly, her voice so low I could barely hear.
“I hope you understand WHY I do it,” my dad responded, a note of concern
in his voice, “It’s not like it’s just about the sex.”
Tammy sighed and then answered, “I know you say that John, and I think
you’ve said it so many time now that you’ve convinced yourself of it.
But I saw you last time when you fucked Kelly... I saw the look on your
face... I saw the way you fucked her. It WAS just about sex.”
There was a silence and then Tammy continued, “Look John, I didn't mean
to get into all this now, we can discuss it later. Now let’s see what I
can do about getting that guy back in action again!”
My guess was she was sucking his dick again and now that the post-sex
conversation duties were fulfilled, she as going to see if she couldn’t
get yet another load of cum. Seemed like a good time my exit, especially
after what I’d just heard. I carefully made my way down the stairs and
retrieved my clothes.
Soon I was dressed and back on the road again. My mind was racing with
everything I’d just seen and heard. Of course the biggest shock had been
learning about Tammy’s feelings about me and my dad having sex. It
really bothered me because she had never even hinted at these concerns
before. I thought she had realized how wonderful it was when my dad
fucked me and supported us. Guess I was wrong.
Just as I got back to my apartment my cell phone rang and I saw it was my
dad. Taking a deep breath I answered the phone. After a brief hello and
weather update, he got to the point. “Look Kelly, I know you were
watching us today – I caught a glimpse of you in the mirror. I just
wanted to be sure you’re OK with everything.”
Thankful it wasn't a video phone so he didn't see the pained expression
on my face as I answered, “I’m sorry dad, I didn’t mean to spy on you or
anything, I just thought it best if I left when I did.”
“Kelly, I don't know what you heard but I hope you weren’t too upset by
anything.”
I hesitated before answering back, unsure of how much to say over the
phone. “I’m fine dad, maybe a little confused but I'll deal with it.”
“You know I love you Kelly,” he said softly.
“I love you too daddy,” I said automatically back.
After he hung up I undressed and threw on one his shirts I’d “borrowed” a
long time ago. I laid down on my bed on top of the covers and looked up
at the ceiling. Suddenly I started crying as memories of my mom came
flooding back to me. It had been a while since I’d felt this way but
after seeing my dad today fucking another woman I realized how special it
had been to see him and my mom together. It was so much more then sex
when they made love, like they were made just for each other and were
only complete when they joined together. I recalled how it was to be
with them, snuggle in between them feeling so warm and secure as their
naked bodies pressed against me from each side.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy as at times like that, just being
close to them and actually feeling their love for me, to be followed by
my dad fucking me ever so gently, lovingly as my mom watched and kissed
me. Just about sex? I don't think so... it had been SO much more than
that when I was with them!
God, how long had it been since I thought about how it felt to have my
mom kiss me, to caress my breasts and fondle my pussy as my dad fucked
me? I unbuttoned the shirt and let it hang open as I touched my firm
breasts, memories of my mom’s lips on them flooding back. I reached down
and put one finger up inside of me as thoughts of how it felt to have my
father inside of me while I kissed my mother came rushing back into my
head. To see her look down and watch my dad’s dick moving in and out of
me, watching her husband as he fucked her only daughter so lovingly, and
then to hear her whisper softly, “Fuck her John... fuck your little
girl.”
It wasn’t just about sex as Tammy had accused him. My mom hadn’t been
telling him to do me like some whore at a party. She loved seeing him
fuck me, to see the incestual bond between us. She knew it was his love
for me as his daughter – not just about sex, that she was witnessing.
Then when he would cum inside of me I would tell her how I could feel him
in me, tell her how much I loved it, how much it meant to me. It wasn’t
“just about sex”, it was me submitting myself to my father in the most
wonderful, intimate way possible.
My pussy was so hot and wet now as I used my other hand to rub my clit.
With my eyes shut I envisioned how my mother would move her mouth down my
body, gently kissing my nipples and then slowly working her way down my
stomach until she was between my legs, licking my freshly fucked pussy.
It was my dad’s turn now to watch as my mom would lick as much of her
husband’s cum from my pussy. How clearly I could still remember how it
felt to feel her tongue reaching inside of me, her lips as they gripped
my swollen clit and then her finger pushing inside of me to draw out more
of my dad’s cum. She seemed so content, so serene when she was licking
my pussy and I know it meant so much more to her when she could taste her
husband on me as well.
Oh my god I was cumming finally! How long had I been here fantasizing
about sex with my parents? Did it matter? Sometimes when my orgasm hits
me it literally HITS me, like being blindsided by a truck. Then there
were times like this, when it was more like this growing warmth that
steadily rose within me, making my entire body feel like I was on the
beach with the sun drenching me with its heat.
I gasped as my hot pussy convulsed and my legs pulled under me as I kept
my hand firmly between my legs. This was so much more than “just about
sex”. My father had just fucked me and now I was sucking his softened
cock while we both watched my mom eating my pussy, licking up my cum as
my orgasm peaked and I was consumed.
After I’d finished, I laid on my side on my bed, one arm stretched out
over the edge of my bed and the other locked between my legs, my palm
cupping my still hyper-sensitive crotch. All I could think about was how
Tammy had accused my dad of fucking me “just about sex”. How could
anyone even THINK such a thing? I wish she could have witnessed what I’d
just recalled as I masturbated; then she would surely have known
different!
Tomorrow was Sunday... maybe before I took her to the airport in the
afternoon there might be an opportunity to prove to her that she was
wrong. She needed to know that incest CAN be a wonderful thing, that my
dad loved me as his daughter and would never take advantage of me as she
had accused him.
If only she knew...
Chapter 4 – Breaking Tradition?
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Every family has its traditions. Many are associated with the holidays
and we had those to – such as whose home would host the family gathering
for which holiday. Many have vacation traditions – not something we
really had as we didn't take all that many long vacations when I was
growing up thanks to my parents’ hectic work schedules. One thing my
family DID have that might not be so common involved sex.
For instance, for the past several years the 4th of July had become a
time when my family and my Aunt Linda and Kristi got together to
celebrate – and I don't mean just the birth of the nation either. Then
there was my dad’s morning tradition where he would come into my room
before leaving for work to spend some “quality time” with his daughter.
That tradition sort of faded away when I left for college, but during
breaks it would revive itself.
If there is one tradition my dad and I have worked hardest to maintain,
it’s our time together on Sunday mornings. For years we’ve had sex just
prior to leaving for church, trying to time it as close to start of the
service as possible so I have his warm load still in me once we sat down
in our pew. There’s just something about sitting there as the
announcements are read, and then standing up to sing and feel his cum
against my thigh as it drains out of me that is incredibly erotic. I
never tire of the way he looks at me when I sit next to him, knowing that
he had just fucked me and now I was carrying a part of him inside of me.
If only the people around us knew!
If only they knew that literally just minutes before his dick had been
inside of me, that a loving father had expressed his love and respect for
his daughter in a way probably no other father in the entire church had
today. Then again, looking around, I wondered if any of the other girls
were smiling as their pussies tingled with the memory of having their
dad’s dick in them just before church.
I have to admit that it’s not just the fact my dad fucked me that makes
this “tradition” so erotic. It would be pretty naïve of me to try to say
the naughtiness of it isn’t a turn-on as well. Sometimes his cum would
drip out and I could feel it drain down my ass onto my skirt. The next
time we stood up, I would wonder if it was showing to the people in back
of me, and if they had any clue as to what that small wet spot REALLY
was.
Undoubtedly even if something DID show, nobody would have thought that it
was cum, and especially not that it was my FATHER’S cum at that. Plus,
it wasn't like my pussy just quit once my dad fucked me. I loved sitting
in the pew feeling it all tingly and warm. Sometimes I would cross my
legs to rub my clit a little and it was like goose bumps would raise all
over me. At time like that it would be all I could do to keep from
reaching down and under my skirt to touch myself. Now THAT would have
raised some eyebrows for sure!
As I dressed for church, I thought about how Tammy would be at my dad’s
house this morning. For a brief second I considered whether or not I
should forego our Sunday tradition just this once. It wasn't like we
ALWAYS did it. Sometime one of us would oversleep or be running late
(poor excuse but it happens) or he might be traveling out of town or I
might be with someone. Those times were rare, though, as it meant a lot
to both of us to try and keep this tradition a top priority.
Looking in the mirror, I smiled as I thought of what Tammy would think
about me wearing this outfit to church. It wasn't something I would’ve
normally picked out to be honest. After all, it WAS church and wearing a
really short dress was highly discouraged. This one was more like one I
would wear when going out trolling for guys – LOTS of leg and cleavage.
For church it was borderline to be sure, but I didn’t think it was TOO
bad such that people would think badly of me or even worse, mention to me
that maybe I should go home and change.
I did make one concession – I wore panties, something I almost never did
on Sunday mornings. Not just a thong but actual panties. OK, maybe not
the kind your grandmother buys you for Christmas. They were pretty high
cut on the sides and narrow in the crotch. The key was that unlike a
thong, which typically exposed most, if not virtually all of your ass,
these covered a good bit of my bottom. There is a difference between
dressing suggestive and looking like a slut. In my opinion, when going
to church a girl shouldn't look like a slut – at least not during Sunday
morning services. As for other time, well that was a different story.
I decided to head over to my dad’s a little earlier than usual.
Typically our pre-church “activities” were pretty much geared around him
filling me up for church, not to get all sweaty and smell of sex. As a
rule, we never even undressed. He would typically just open his pants
enough to get his dick out and I would lift my skirt (remember, normally
I don't have anything on underneath), and he would fuck me and cum as
quickly as he could. This morning I might take off my panties while he
fucked me but that would be all, if I even did that. He could always
pull them to the side although I’ve lost a few pairs that way before when
they ripped.
The reason I was going early was, of course, Tammy. I wasn’t sure how
she would react to me being there – or more so how she would react to WHY
I was there. It was bad enough that she’d already accused my dad of
fucking me “just about sex”. What would be her reaction when she learned
what we did just before leaving for church?
I parked on the curb by the top of the driveway so I would have one less
flight of stairs to negotiate in my high heels. The front door was
unlocked so I stepped inside. Looking down the hall, I could just see
Tammy sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. Although she smiled
when she saw me, I could tell she was a little surprised that I was
there.
“Morning dear, wasn’t expecting you,” she said right up front. I
explained that I always stopped by before church so my dad and I could go
together.
“Sort of early, aren’t you? Your dad is still dressing I think.”
I debated whether or not to say anything as to why I was REALLY there
early. Then it was like I felt this frustration within me. Why should I
be worried about what she says or thinks? It wasn’t like she didn't
already know we did it. Why did I have to be the one to be sensitive
about her feelings? Weren’t MY feelings just as important as hers?
“Well Tammy, to be honest, my dad and I like to be together a bit before
we go.”
Tammy’s eyebrows raised. She was no dummy and she caught on immediately
to what I was referring to. Then she forced a smile and reached over the
table to hold my hand in hers.
“You mean your dad has sex with you before church... this close to church
time?”
I just nodded, not sure what more I could say at this point.
“Kelly..., why?” Tammy asked. I knew she meant more then why was I here
to do it before church. No, she was asking a much larger “why” – she
wanted to know why I had sex with my dad in the first place.
“I thought you understood everything after your last time here?” I asked
her, trying to deflect the question. It wasn't that I didn't want to
answer it or that I was ashamed or unwilling. I’d love to tell ANYBODY
how I feel about my dad fucking me whenever I can.
“Well, to be honest it was sort of a crazy time and I’ve had time to
think it over since,” she shared, “I just can’t get past the feeling
you’re just doing it for him. What do YOU get out of it? You’re young,
good looking, and could probably have most any guy you want. Why do you
even WANT to do this with your father?”
How do you answer such a question? At least, how do you answer it in
just a few minutes? To me, it was as easy and simple as the nose on your
face. He was my father, what more did I need to say? Yet I knew for
someone like Tammy, such simplicity was just not part of her world and
culture. How could I ever make her truly understand?
I heard my dad upstairs and I knew he would be heading down soon. I
looked at Tammy and then I realized that if I just let my dad fuck me
now, she would totally misinterpret everything. This was one time when
my dad fucked me that the actual act WAS just about being fucked. Tammy
would never understand it was just the prelude to a more erotic
experience a little later in church. No, all she would see is my dad
hurriedly pulling his dick out and me bending over, talking it
immediately into my pussy without any foreplay or anything else. He
would cum quickly and then I would arrange my dress and he’d fix his
pants and we’d be off to church.
It was at that moment I knew that we had to do something different today.
I got up from the table and met my dad at the bottom of the stairs,
leaving Tammy in the kitchen. My dad, assuming I was meeting him to get
started, started unbuckling his belt but I put my hand on his to stop
him. He looked at me with a puzzled face.
I explained quickly that we couldn't do it before church today with Tammy
here, that she would get the wrong idea. Then I smiled at him and
whispered how I would make it up to him AFTER church when we had more
time. At that moment I still wasn't entirely sure HOW, but I would work
something out during the service. Besides, it would be fun to think
about during the sermon.
We went back to where Tammy was washing her coffee cup out. She turned
and looked at us expectedly, as if waiting for us to start going at it.
After all, to her it was “just about sex” so in her mind, she was
probably wondering why wouldn't we just do it like rabbits in the kitchen
in front of her? Well, if she had NOT been there we may have done just
that but I wanted to show her the truth before she left for home and
doing it now would have made that all but impossible.
As we left the house to go to church, suddenly Tammy stopped and I think
for the first time it dawned on her that I was actually wearing this
dress to church. I think maybe she thought it was just for my dad and
that I would change before we left but of course, I had no intentions of
doing anything like that.
“Ummmmm, you’re wearing THAT to church?” she said, trying not to sound
too judgmental but failing miserably.
“Why, does it have something on it?” I asked, pretending not to realize
that her comment might be about the dress itself.
“Well, I don’t mean to sound old-fashioned or anything, but isn’t it a
little short? And the top... Isn’t the top just a bit too low-cut?”
My dad once told me that “everything before ‘but’ is bullshit” and I
grinned as I recalled his words of wisdom. Actually it made me feel even
better about wearing this dress. If Tammy thought she needed to say
something about it, imagine what some of those old shrews at church would
think? My dad was watching the interaction between us with a hint of
amusement. I knew HE loved my dress and he was undoubtedly looking
forward to seeing the looks I got from other guys. They could only look
and wish, he knew he would do a lot more than look before the day was
over!
“Well I think it looks good on me,” I said a little flippantly, maybe a
little too much.
“Well I bet your mother would have never let you wear that to church,”
Tammy shot back and then she turned red and covered her face with her
hands as she realized what she had said.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry... I didn’t mean to say that,” she said, looking
like she was about to cry.
“Hey, we’re going to be late for church,” my dad cut in before it got any
worse. I was about ready to fire back with one of my own so it was
probably good that he prevailed.
Actually, the dress went over quite well at church. It’s not like we go
to the most conservative one in town although it still had its fair share
of people who went a bit overboard in my opinion. Most people dressed
casually for Sundays now, the only suits and formal dresses being worn
mostly by the retired folks. Jeans and shorts were common and even
flips-flops were worn although bare feet was still a no-no.
In a way, I was overdressed in terms of style while some may have pointed
out I was a tad underdressed in terms of square inches of fabric.
Between my short hemline and high heels, I thought my legs looked great
with the summer tan I’d been working so hard on. Maybe a few hours at
the gym wouldn't hurt but then I hadn’t been exactly coltish in
appearance in many years.
The service went by without incident. Just to tease Tammy, I crossed my
legs while sitting between her and my dad. She kept checking out how far
the dress pulled up and once I caught her frowning a bit. It’s not like
my butt was showing or anything but there wasn’t a lot keeping out of
view. The only time anyone really saw anything was when we stood up to
pray or sing. I made sure I kept the dress pulled down so as not to
flash the family behind me but I’m sure the teenage boys (and probably
their dad) must have thinking, “just a little bit more...”. Oh well, it
made time go by quicker for what was a really boring service this
morning.
As it turned out, there was a potluck dinner after church sponsored by
the youth to raise donations. It wasn't much but we decided to eat there
and do our part to support them. Tammy had to be at the airport later
this afternoon anyway so it helped by not going out for a long lunch and
having to wait in the Sunday lines. Unfortunately, our church let out
about fifteen minutes later than this huge Catholic church next door and
I swear they had made their schedule such that they could get to the
restaurants before us!
It was after 1:00 by the time we got back to my dad’s house. Watching
Tammy’s body language, I could tell she was horny and most likely was
waiting for me to leave so she could attack my dad for one last fuck
before going home to her boring marriage. Well, I had needs of my own
and besides, I’d promised my dad something for skipping our time before
church this morning. My dad parked in the garage meaning we had to enter
the house through the basement and family room. Tammy looked at me and I
could tell she was expecting to say goodbye as my dad would be driving
her to the airport and so since I would supposedly be leaving soon, this
was time to say goodbye. Well that was too bad as I had other plans.
“So you think my dad fucks me just for the sex, is that it?” I said,
catching her off-guard as she looked stunned and stammered as she worked
to figure out a response.
“Well, I don't think I put it quite THAT way,” she said, trying to defend
herself.
“Sit down Tammy,” I told her.
I think the tone of my voice surprised her and she reacted instinctively
to the demand by sitting down on the couch. “Good, now I want you to
watch and THEN tell me it’s just about sex... OK?”
I don’t think she really comprehended what I was saying until I reached
down, grabbed the hem of my dress with both hands, and pulled it up and
over my head, leaving me in just my panties and heels. Gotta love that
dress! Turning to my dad, I reached up and kissed him, my bare boobs
pressing against his dress shirt. His hands automatically went to their
favorite location – my ass and cupped my butt cheeks, one in each hand.
I still was wearing the black lace panties but that didn’t seem to faze
him. I whispered in my ear to him, “Show her how you love me daddy. I
want her to see.”
I turned my head towards Tammy who was starting to get up. I motioned
for her to sit.
“No, I want you to watch. You need to know the truth.”
She started to protest but I held my hand up like a traffic cop,
commanding her to stop and shut up. She looked at my dad, expecting
support, but he just shrugged and smiled as if he was saying he was just
going along with whatever happened.
“Please daddy, show her how much you love me,” I whispered again as he
seemed to hesitate because of Tammy’s discomfort.
We kissed again, this time with more passion, our tongues meeting with
our mouths open. His large hands slipped under my panties, grabbing my
smooth bare ass underneath. My dad always loved my ass, even when I was
a little girl he use to touch it and fondle it. Of course way back then
I had no idea that he was getting an erection because of how my butt
felt, nor that afterwards he would masturbate fantasizing about me.
“I love you daddy... tell me what you want Daddy, I’m yours daddy... all
yours,” I whispered gently, but loud enough this time for Tammy to hear.
It wasn't like this was the first time she’d seen him fuck me but somehow
it seemed the most important time. I wanted her to know without a shred
of doubt that I was freely giving myself to him, that I was willingly
submitting to his authority over me, the natural authority that a father
should have over his daughter. I wanted Tammy to know I was willingly
yielding to him totally. She needed to see that I trusted my dad
explicitly, never doubting for a moment that he would do anything but
treat me as a father should care his daughter. I knew for certain that
he would never ask me to do anything that would disrespect me or cause me
harm or discomfort.
My dad didn't say anything but I knew he was keeping one eye on Tammy.
Maybe he was hoping she would join in - or was he more worried she might
disapprove? He moved my hands to his crotch where I could feel his
erection swelling as if trying to burst through his slacks. Regardless
of what he was thinking about Tammy, he wanted me, that much was for sure
– and that was all that mattered to me.
I bent my knees and lowered myself down so I could undo his belt and
pants. They had these damn buttons inside instead of a snap or catch but
I eventually got them figured out and undone. Pulling down his zipper,
the front opened up and I could see the outline of his dick as it pushed
out against his white jockey underwear. All it took was a little tug on
the elastic waist band and his erect dick just popped right out on its
own. I couldn't wait any longer so I took the tip of the cock in my
mouth and suckled on it like a pacifier, all the while cupping his balls
with one hand while I grabbed the base of his dick with my thumb and
index finger of the other to steady it.
I could feel him shudder as I took his cock deeper into my mouth. I
imagine after looking at my legs and half my ass all through church he
had to be pretty horny for me, especially since we didn't get to fuck me
beforehand as he’d been anticipating. I looked out of the corner of my
eye and saw Tammy was watching me, a good sign so far as I was concerned
as I’d been worried she might turn away or even use the opportunity to
walk out. It wasn't like she was some kind of prude after all. Heck,
we’d done some pretty wild things the last time she visited and she
hadn’t been exactly shy about her desires to fuck my dad this time
around.
Still, I could understand how someone like her, raised in a more typical
family and now married and living with her standard All-American family,
would have a hard time accepting what I was doing. She hadn’t seemed all
that concerned last time but then it might have simply overwhelmed her
and it wasn't until she had time to really think about it that she had
come to the mindset she now seemed to have.
I felt my dad’s hands on each side of my head, his fingers wrapped in my
hair as he pulled me into his crotch, driving his dick even deeper into
my mouth and throat. OK, so he wasn't exactly the most well-endowed man
I’d even sucked but he was more than adequate so far as I was concerned.
Besides, anything much bigger and it becomes more a nuisance than a turn-
on. Sure big cocks look great in porn films but have you ever tried
sucking one?
“Do you like this daddy?” I said softly to him, holding him as I took my
mouth off of him just long enough to speak.
“Oh baby, you know I do... you know I love it when you suck my dick,” he
sighed, shuddering yet again as my tongue licked along the base of his
dick and up the bottom of his shaft.
“Do you like it when your daughter sucks your dick?” I continued. It was
a question more for Tammy than it was for me. Of course I knew he liked
me to suck him. I just wanted Tammy to hear him say it. Besides, I
never grew tired of him saying it anyway!
“Oh yeah... you do it so good,” he groaned as I sucked hard on the head,
my cheeks sucking in as I tightened my lips around him even more.
I loved sucking my dad in front of Tammy. For her to see how good I made
him feel she had to realize it was more than “just about sex” that was
causing him to react the way he was. I knew he loved it when I sucked
his dick and I tried to do it as often as I could. It didn't always have
to be in my mouth, just touching it was special to me. Sometimes
watching TV I just liked to cuddle and just hold his dick in my hand,
feeling the warmth and firmness of it as he put his arms around me and
hugged me.
He was starting to get ready to cum and I wasn’t ready for that, at least
not yet. I stood up and dropped my panties to the floor, stepping out of
them while keeping my heels on – the only article of clothing that
remained on me. I backed up and sat down on the couch next to Tammy. I
was actually on the other cushion so it wasn't like I was rubbing my bare
ass up against her or anything. She was still fully clothed and other
than seeing her lick her lips now and then, there was no indication that
she was turned on by anything so far. At least she was still watching!
Leaning back, I grabbed the backs of my thighs with each hand and lifted
my legs up and apart for him, giving him a direct view of my moist pussy.
“Your turn daddy,” I said with a smile, “Show Tammy how much you love to
lick your daughter’s pussy.”
Again, he looked over to Tammy, almost like he was seeking her approval
but she remained stoic, not giving away her thoughts or feelings. Then
he looked back at me and winked, a mischievous smile on his face as he
kneeled on the floor by the couch and put his hand on the back of my bare
thighs, pushing them back even more. With a quick licking of his lips,
like he was about to partake of a feast, he started to kiss and lick the
inner thighs of my legs., alternating between them and running his tongue
along the sensitive bare skin.
It was my turn to shudder as the sensation of his tongue on my thighs was
a cross between pure pleasure and a tickle. I loved to be touched and
kissed there, one of the good things about wearing a short skirt was it
gave easy access, even to just me in a pinch. He slowly worked his way
to my crotch, teasing me with his tongue as he ran up and down the side
of my pussy, not quite touching my pussy lips but getting ever so close.
He briefly grabbed my swollen clit with his lips, giving it a gentle tug
before he release it and went back to licking me.
“Oh daddy, lick my pussy,” I sighed, wanting to feel his tongue on me so
bad.
At first I thought he was teasing me again as he went down to my thighs
again but the time when he came back up his tongue ran up the center of
my slit, from close to my asshole all the way to my clit where he sucked
and licked it. God it felt so good!
Actually, my dad didn't lick my pussy all that much. I’m not sure why,
but it was something he seemed to have to be in the proper mood to do. I
hadn’t seen him lick Tammy’s either but then I could have missed that
given I had arrived will into their fuck time together.
“Wouldn't you like him to lick your pussy like this?” I teased Tammy.
I didn't expect her to say yes but it was worth the shot anyway. Sure
enough, she just smiled politely and shook her head. I DID notice she
wasn’t taking her eyes off my pussy though. Hmmm, was she more
interested in my pussy or watching my dad picking it while wishing he
would do it to hers?
My interaction with Tammy was interrupted when I gasped for air, as if
I’d been punched in the stomach and couldn’t breathe. Actually, it was a
good gasp, created when my dad unexpectedly thrust two fingers inside my
wet pussy when I was looking at Tammy and not paying attention. I could
feel him exploring my pussy, his fingers curling and moving all around
inside of me. His nose was pressed perfectly against my clit as he kept
licking me while he fucked me with his fingers. God I loved him so much!
“Oh daddy, I love you,” I cried out as the pleasure that was beaming from
my pussy like some sort of supernova radiated out to every pore of my
body.
He didn't reply and this was one of those times I was glad he didn’t.
The last thing I wanted at that moment was for him to take his mouth off
of me, even for a second!
“Ohhhhhh daddyyyyyyyy...,” I groaned as my orgasm filled me with warmth
and electricity.
It felt so good and as I came he sucked on my clit, making me practically
leap from the couch as sensitive as it was by then. He pushed in a third
finger, filling my pussy with his fingers as he fucked me with them.
“Fuck me daddy... fuck me now.. NOW!” I cried out.
I wanted to feel him entering me while I was still simmering and he
didn't waste any time doing as I asked.
“Here you go baby... just what my girl needs,” he said in a voice husky
with his sex, positioning his dick head at the entrance to my pussy.
Sometime he would rub it around the outside, getting it wet and teasing
me with it until I begged him to put it in me. Not today. Today he
wanted in me as badly as I wanted it so as soon as it was in position, he
was ramming himself into me, all the way to the hilt.
“That’s it daddy, fuck me... show her how much you love me,” I cried out
as I felt his hard stick filling my pussy.
Over and over he pumped his dick in and out of me. It seemed that each
time felt better than the last, but I don't know how that could be
possible. All I knew was my daddy was inside of me, that he loved me so
much he gave me his most precious gift, his sex.
“Look Tammy, isn’t he wonderful?” I said looking at where Tammy was
watching with serious attention, ‘”He could never fuck me like this if it
were just about sex, can’t you see?”
That was about all I was going to get out as my mouth failed me as I
started to cum yet again. My dad groaned as my pussy grabbed onto his
dick, holding it deep within me as my cum gushed around his shaft and
onto my ass and below to the cushion. It felt so wonderful, so RIGHT.
It was how it was meant to be between a father and his daughter, the way
god intended it, the way I wanted it. Surely she had to be seeing it as
she watched us.
“I want you to fuck Tammy too,” I managed to get out, “Fuck her daddy...
fuck Tammy just for me.”
My dad looked over at where Tammy was sitting and I was sure he had no
problem with what I was asking. Tammy, on the other hand, seemed a bit
surprised. Well, why not? How often do you see a girl getting the
lights fucked out of her by her father only to hear her tell him to do
you? It was hard for me to even understand myself but there was
something in me that needed to see him fucking her, some crazy impulse or
desire, especially now that he was doing me in front of her already.
Tammy didn't say a word, nor did she make any obvious gestures either to
help figure out what she was thinking. My dad, bless his heart, took
things into his own hands – literally.
“Well, you heard the girl,” he said to Tammy with a grin as he pulled out
of me and moved over where Tammy was sitting with her legs still crossed
like a virgin at a party. I loved the way his cock glistened in the
light from the wetness of my pussy that coated it, knowing it would soon
join Tammy’s once he as inside of her... assuming he WAS going to be
inside of her!
“John, I really don't l know about this,” she protested weakly.
She wanted it, it was obvious from the way she was holding her legs tight
together, not to hide anything but she was more likely rubbing her clit
with her thighs instead.
My dad wasn't taking anything but “yes” for an answer but even without
it, he still moved forward, uncrossing her legs and then reaching down
for the hem of her long skirt. She sat there, neither helping him or
hindering him as he lifted it up and above her waist, exposing her pink
nylon panties underneath. Nobody was saying a word and in the silence I
could hear the rustle of her dress as he bunched it up and pushed it out
of the way. The next thing was her panties and this time, as he grabbed
them on each side and started pulling them down, she lifted her hips up
just a little, almost imperceptibly but enough to help him pull them down
and over her flats, leaving her hairy pussy exposed, the jet black pubic
hair contrasting sharply against the white skin of her crotch. From the
look of it, she didn't even trim it but just let it grow freely, like a
wild bush – hence the nickname?
All you could hear was the deep breaths of everyone as my dad licked his
fingers and moistened Tammy’s pussy with them. He pushed her legs up
similar to what he had done with mine and then moved in closer to her
until his dick was only inches away from her pussy. Tammy looked almost
like she was drugged, her eyes fixated on his dick while her face was
almost expressionless.
“Fuck her daddy... fuck her for me,” I called out softly to him.
He didn't really need my encouragement as I was sure he was about to do
jus6t that anyway, but I was sure he still appreciated hearing me say it
and I wondered how it made Tammy to hear his daughter begging him to fuck
her.
“Ohhhhhh,” she moaned softly, the first real sound she had made since he
had moved to her as he pressed his dick into her pussy.
“That’s it daddy, push it in her, fuck her daddy, fuck her!”
And fuck Tammy he did. It was different than with me though, faster and
more out of control. He seemed less concerned about her pleasure and
more about his, even though I knew he was sure to take care of her as
well. Now THIS was “just sex”. She wasn’t his daughter, not his wife,
not even his niece or sister-in- law. Tammy was just a woman he wanted
to fuck, just a pussy to drill, just a married woman cheating on her
husband (something, to be fair, was more what I was thinking, not him).
He was just fucking her for the sake of fucking her, to enjoy himself and
to savor the feel of Tammy’s pussy around his dick.
My point was made. The defense rests. Case closed. There was no way
Tammy couldn't realize now the difference between my dad fucking her and
how he fucked me. She had to understand that with me it was more than
“just about sex”, just from watching the way he fucked me. She had to
see that I was more than just another pussy to him, more than just
another woman to get him off. She had to see that as his daughter, his
only child, that he loved me unconditionally and only wanted to show me
just how much he did in the most intimate way possible.
“I want you now daddy... fuck me now daddy.” I said as I sat up and
leaned over the couch.
I had one knee on the couch and my other foot on the floor as I looked at
the two of them, my dad still rutting in her pussy like a dog in heat.
“DADDY!” I called out to break his concentration, “I want you to fuck ME
now!”
I’m not sure what I would have done if he had cum in Tammy instead of me.
Thankfully I didn't have to find out as he shook his head as if waking
from a dream and pulled out of Tammy and quickly got in behind me and
started fucking me from behind. It was a close call as he was barely in
me when he started to cum.
“He’s cumming in me,” I said hoarsely to Tammy, she being almost under be
as my dad shoved me forward as he rammed his dick into me deep as he
poured his incestuous cum into me. “See, he’s cumming in me, he wants it
in me, in his daughter.”
When he had finished he gave me a couple of more good thrusts and then
pulled out of me. I smiled wickedly at Tammy and said, “Eat his cum from
pussy.”
Her eyes widened but she didn't say no so I took advantage of her
hesitation and stood up on the couch, moving so one foot was on each side
of her. I put my hands on the wall behind us to steady myself and thrust
my hips forward until my pussy was directly over her face. I squeezed
down until I felt a bit of his cum drip from me and onto her face.
At first she seemed determined to just sit there but once the cum hit her
face she couldn't resist any more. She opened her mouth and I lowered
myself down onto her outstretched tongue as more of my dad’s cum leaked
from my pussy and into her mouth. My knees almost buckled when her
tongue tickled my pussy and then licked my clit as she sought to lick
every drop of my dad’s cum from me. I felt her hand reach up and cup my
butt, pulling my pussy into her face as she licked and sucked me.
Mmmmmmm, it was the perfect finish!
When I eventually had a seat next to her again, Tammy just sat there, her
skirt still above her waist and her crotch on display but I don't think
she even really realized it. She looked at me and smiled, taking my
hand.
“You know, I STILL could never let my son fuck me,” she said, and then
seeing the downcast expression on my face, she continued, “But I DO think
I understand why you love your dad fucking you – and why he loves it with
you as well.”
We hugged and I felt so much better. Tammy, after all, had been my mom’s
best friend and to have her approval and blessings meant a lot to me.
Epilogue
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We all seemed to realize that it was getting late at about the same time.
Tammy needed to shower as she couldn't exactly get on the plane smelling
like cum and pussy! There was still a little time left and I wondered if
she and my dad might have one last fuck before she took that shower – or
even shared it.
I decided not to find out. There was something special now between my
dad and Tammy, something that hadn’t been there before this trip and I
wondered if it was even more special than what they had as teens –
undoubtedly so. I gave Tammy a final kiss and hug after I donned my
dress (no sense fooling around with the panties since I would be going
straight home).
I had no idea when I would see Tammy again but already I was looking
forward to it. What had started out as a rather awkward and depressing
weekend had finished in a wonderful way and I would remember this time
together forever.
Meanwhile, next Sunday I was pretty sure my dad and I would be back to
our traditions once again!
THE END