Author: Pookie
Title: Pookie | Melissa Tells All (Chapter 5)
Part: Chapter 5
Universe: Home
Summary: A beautiful young woman, falling in love, realizes she 
can't hide something from her boyfriend. But will he love her 
after she tells him about her dark secret?
Keywords: MF, mf, Mf, Ff, consensual, incest, bi, spank, cheat, 
oral, mast
Revision: 2.00
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Melissa Tells All 
By Pookie


Chapter 5 
 
	 
“So, are you still having sex with your father?” Mark asked me 
again.

I paused for a moment before replying, “Babe ... before I answer 
that question, I need to tell you what occurred after that 
weekend. Something really dramatic happened that changed my life 
completely. Then you will know it all, and I’ll answer anything 
you ask.”

After he knows it all ... everything ... would I still be the 
woman he loved? Or just some perverted tramp?

I worked up my courage and finished telling him the rest of my 
story.


******


When Daddy and I returned home that evening, Mom was there 
waiting to greet us. Of course she wanted to know what all 
happened with the pitching coach. What could I tell her? She had 
never asked me these kinds of details before when I had been at 
softball camp or saw a softball specialist.

Daddy answered in my silence, “The instructor worked with her on 
the pitches she already knew but wanted to improve on. She picked 
up some great pointers that will help her pitch better. The guy 
seemed to really know his stuff.”

Mom asked more questions, and she seemed satisfied with his 
answers. I didn’t dare say a word, afraid I would really screw 
things up. It wasn’t unusual for Daddy to monopolize a softball 
conversation. He was quite passionate about it, especially when 
it came to anything involving me. But I was very nervous the 
whole time they were talking.


******


I went upstairs and took off the clothes I normally wore during 
softball practices. I tossed them over into the clothes hamper 
and forgot all about them. I would be doing the wash the next day 
anyways.

Turning on my CD player, I put in a disc I had purchased the day 
before. Still naked, I lay back on my bed to relax for a bit.

Lying with my head propped on my favorite pillow and my eyes 
closed, I thought about the sex I had enjoyed that afternoon. We 
had done some very erotic things together. Some very kinky things 
as well!

My fingers moved over my body. I couldn’t resist touching my 
breasts as I remembered Daddy sucking and nibbling on them 
earlier that afternoon. He seemed to enjoy chewing and biting on 
my firm tits. I certainly did.

My other hand reached between my legs. I could still feel a 
little of his cum inside my pussy.

I heard a knock at my door. I quickly sat up and wiped my wet 
fingers on the bedspread.

“Come in.”

Mom opened the door and walked into my room.

“I just came to get your dirty clothes to wash. Are the clothes 
you wore today in the hamper?”

“Yeah, Mom. I’ll wash them if you want me to.”

“That’s okay. I’m washing some of your sister’s clothes, too.”

I watched her walk over to the hamper and pull out my practice 
clothes. I suddenly remembered that my panties were probably 
soaked, and smelled just like I fucked all day long! But there 
was nothing I could do. She had already picked them up with my 
pants and shirt.

Mom looked over at me while I stared at her in horror. She didn’t 
say anything at first though. She just stood there staring with 
an odd look.

“What happened to you, Melissa?”

“What do you mean?” I cautiously asked.

“Melissa Elizabeth Martin,” she firmly stated to my horror. “It’s 
a simple question. What happened to you?”

I struggled to come up with some answer to a question I didn’t 
understand.

“I just practiced hard today. I guess I’m just tired and drained 
right now,” I said, hoping that would satisfactorily explain 
whatever she saw about me that bothered her.

“You did not get those love bites all over your tits from 
practicing softball,” she sternly replied.

I glanced down in absolute terror at my breasts. There were small 
bruises all over them! Oh my, God! How was I going to explain 
this?!

“Mom ... okay, I let Brian ... well ... you know ... on our date 
last night,” I said blushing profusely, hoping she would believe 
me.

“I guess it takes bruises longer to appear for you than for me. I 
didn’t see any sign of bruises this morning before you got 
dressed.”

“I ... guess so.”

She then walked over and sat on the bed.

“Honey, you know your father and I don’t mind if you have sex 
with your boyfriends. We don’t encourage it. But we won’t say 
anything to you as long as you’re being careful.”

I just stared at her.

She then continued, “I’m not sure what you’ve been up to lately, 
especially the past week. You’ve been acting differently, and it 
really concerns me. Seeing bruises on your breasts especially 
concerns me. I want you to promise me that you won’t do anything 
stupid to hurt yourself.”

“I know this looks bad ... We just got carried away is all.”

“’Carried away’ as you call it is one thing. But when I see 
bruises, I think you got more than ‘carried away’. What really 
seems odd is that I didn’t notice them this morning when I saw 
you getting dressed. I guess I was just in too big of a hurry to 
notice while trying to get you and your father ready to leave.”

I just sat there keeping my mouth shut out of fear that anything 
else I said would make things even worse.

Mom then stood up and started walking to the door. She then 
stopped and looked at my clothes in her hands, and then at me.

“These clothes seem rather clean for someone who practiced hard 
in them,” she said, turning to leave the room without waiting for 
a reply.

I couldn’t think straight. What does my mom think?! She didn’t 
accuse me of anything, but she knows something wasn’t adding up! 
I should have washed those clothes myself as soon as I got home!

My God, what was Mom thinking?


******


The rest of the evening went by without Mom saying anything else 
about the bruises to me. She didn’t seem upset at me either. I 
figured I had dodged that screw-up. Plus, Mom wouldn’t think 
Daddy had sex with me. She might think I could do some stupid 
things, but I doubted she would seriously suspect her husband of 
doing something with his own daughter. She would have to see it 
with her own eyes.

After realizing I had dodged a bullet, I began to feel rather 
wicked at the thought that I could fuck Daddy behind Mom’s back 
and get away with it.

I was in my room around 11pm when I heard my parents out in the 
hallway. It was about the time they usually came up to bed. They 
stopped at my open door and told me goodnight, and then walked on 
toward their bedroom.

After about ten minutes, I walked out into the hall. I then got 
the urge to go listen at my parents’ bedroom door, curious if Mom 
might be talking about me with Daddy.

I walked quietly past Sam and Jessica’s rooms. I didn’t want them 
to come out and catch me. Once I got closer to my parents’ 
bedroom door, I carefully listened for any sounds. I absolutely 
didn’t want Mom to catch me spying on them. Once I got right up 
to the door, I could finally hear them talking.

“Caroline, I’m just too worn out tonight. Let’s just cuddle and 
get some sleep.”

“It appears something is worn out. You can’t even get hard for 
me. That’s very rare with you.”

“I’ll make it up to you in the morning,” he replied.

“You better, mister. You did a good job with your tongue, but I 
need that sexy cock of yours too.”

After hearing that, I quickly stepped away from the door. Mom 
didn’t sound pleased at all. Maybe I shouldn’t have worn him out 
that afternoon. I needed to be smarter if we were going to do 
anything else in the future.


******

 
The next week went by without Daddy and I having a chance to be 
alone like we had had the past few weeks. I was getting extremely 
frustrated at not being able to fuck Daddy’s big hard cock. I was 
also turning down dates and offers from friends to get together, 
hoping Daddy and I could find some time alone.

On Wednesday, Daddy asked me to go with him to the store to pick 
up a few things. Immediately I remembered our last trip to the 
store together, and jumped at the chance to go with him.

Mom spoiled things though, “James, I need you to help me. Let 
Melissa go alone.”

I pouted at Daddy when Mom wasn’t looking at us. He just 
shrugged, indicating there was nothing he could do.

While driving back from the store, I decided to tell Daddy to 
come to my room later that night after Mom had been asleep for a 
while. Normally she fell asleep very quickly. He would probably 
be able to slip away before midnight.

I told Daddy about my plan. He thought it was a little risky, but 
said he would give it a shot.

After we all went to bed, I waited excitedly on my bed. I also 
began watching the clock, hoping it wouldn’t be too much longer 
before he showed up at my door. I also thought about what I 
needed to do to avoid leaving any signs for Mom to pick up on the 
next day.

We couldn’t risk fucking in my bed and leaving a wet spot. If she 
caught me washing my sheets early in the morning, she would 
definitely wonder what I had been up to. I would also need to 
clean up and douche afterwards so I wouldn’t leak out on the bed 
during the night. I couldn’t risk her catching me using a tampon 
or pad when she knew I wasn’t on my period, and only wore panties 
during the night when I was on my period.

Finally, Daddy appeared at my door. I got up and met him as he 
walked toward me.

“We can’t do anything on my bed,” I whispered.

“I know,” he quietly said. “Follow me.”

He then turned and walked out into the hallway and then toward 
the stairs. I was right behind him. When we reached the bottom of 
the stairs, we quietly stood together listening for any noises.

After we heard nothing but the normal sounds of the house at 
night, he took my hand in his and we walked through the dark 
family room toward the kitchen door.

After we walk into the kitchen, Daddy turned and pulled me 
tightly to him, and passionately kissed me. My body responded to 
his touches. I felt his cock getting extremely hard as it pressed 
against my body.

I began kissing down his chest and abdomen until his cock bumped 
against my chin. It was dark in the kitchen. I could barely see 
his cock right in front of my face, but I could definitely hear 
his moans as I began licking the length of it.

After licking the underside a few times, I let the head of his 
shaft slip into my wet mouth, slowly taking more and more of it.

Then a light came on in the family room. The light coming from 
under the door brightened the kitchen.

I quickly looked up at his face. We both looked wide-eyed at each 
other. Daddy quickly pushed me back from his cock, which was then 
bobbing wet in the open. He pulled me up to my feet and pointed 
me toward the cabinet with the drinking glasses.

“Get a glass of water, fast!” he anxiously whispered.

Daddy practically ran to the refrigerator and opened the door. 
Just as he reached inside for the jug of milk, the kitchen door 
opened and Mom walked in, reaching for the light switch. When the 
light turned on, she stared at Daddy’s back as he stood in front 
of the open refrigerator. I was in the process of taking a glass 
out of the cabinet.

“Well I see you two have great timing,” Mom said in her normal 
voice.

“Just getting something to drink, Mom,” I said as casually as I 
could.

Daddy added, “I hope I didn’t wake you, honey. I was thirsty and 
found Melissa headed down here too.”

“Well both of you need to hurry up and get back to bed.” Looking 
between us, “You have school, young lady. And you have to get up 
early for work, mister.”

Mom then joined us in getting something to drink. I could tell 
Daddy was trying to stand in a position so that Mom couldn’t see 
his shrinking erection. It had pretty much gone soft, but it was 
dangling a little larger than usual.

After putting our glasses in the sink, we all headed back 
upstairs to our rooms. Daddy turned back to me standing at my 
door. He rolled his eyes in frustration. We had taken one hell of 
a risk. We were seconds from getting caught! If Mom had not 
turned the light in the family room on, she would have caught us. 
What was really weird was her waking up when she did.

I began to realize just how desperate I had become about fucking 
my father. I needed to plan things much more carefully. The 
problem was the desperation was growing each day we couldn’t be 
together, making both of us more careless in how we hid our lust 
for each other.


******


The rest of the week turned out to be just as frustrating. We had 
no opportunities to be alone for enough time to actually do 
anything together. It seemed like every time we had a chance to 
be alone, Mom would show up or appear very close by.

It was as if she was going out of her way to prevent us from 
being alone. I knew I was just being paranoid, but it seemed the 
opportunities for us just weren’t there anymore. I sensed Daddy 
was just as frustrated.

Lying in bed late the following Sunday night, I realized that 
maybe the next day we would have an opportunity to fuck each 
other. School was out for a teacher in-service day. Mom would be 
at work. Luckily, Daddy had put in to take the day off weeks 
before. He had a doctor’s appointment that morning. He would 
easily be back home by that afternoon.

I knew from overhearing both Jessica and Sam that they had 
planned to spend the afternoon at some of their friends’ houses. 
If they left early enough, Daddy and I should have a few hours 
together.

I woke up bright and early. After taking a long shower, I stood 
in front of the mirror, smiling at myself. We were finally going 
to get to fuck again. There were no thoughts about the harm I 
could be doing to my family. My mind was focused on the terrific 
sex I was about to have.

I went downstairs just before Mom left for work.

“Good morning, sleepy head. I figured you would sleep in late.”

I just faked a yawn without replying.

“What do you have planned for the day?” she asked.

I immediately felt a twinge of guilt. All I had been thinking 
about lately was fucking my daddy. All I had done since last 
night was plan what he and I could do today while we were alone. 
Now here was Mom, the person who gave birth to me and would die 
before letting harm come to me, asking me what my plans were for 
the day!

“No definite plans. I may try to rearrange my room some. I’ve 
been thinking about doing that for a while now.”

“Well don’t make a big mess of things,” she said. Then she added, 
“Some things are hard to put back the way they were, if things 
don’t work out as planned.”

Mom walked over to me and kissed me. She pushed my hair back from 
my face. She stared into my eyes for a few moments. Her look 
confused me, and I didn’t know what to say to her.

“I love you, Melissa. I know we’re not very close, but I do love 
you. And I always will love you ... no matter what you do.”

She kissed me again and then headed to the family room to tell 
Daddy she was leaving for the day. I heard her tell him that she 
wouldn’t be home until late afternoon at the earliest.

Sam came downstairs just as Mom was leaving. She stopped to tell 
him goodbye as well.

Once she was out of the door, I looked at Daddy and gave him a 
sexy wink. I moved toward the stairs, and looked back with a 
‘follow me’ look. After I reached the top of the stairs, I looked 
back to see Daddy at the bottom. I mouthed that I would be in my 
room.

A few moments after I entered my room, he appeared at the door. 
He stood there as if he was keeping an eye out for my sister and 
brother.

I softly said, “Jessica and Sam will be at their friends’ this 
afternoon. We’ll have the house to ourselves.”

“I know, baby girl. But we need to be careful. We can’t leave any 
signs that we’ve been together.”

“We’ll make sure we get finished long before Mom is supposed to 
get off work.”

“Melissa ... I really don’t like ... cheating on your mom. It 
just goes against everything she and I promised each other years 
ago. I just pray that she never finds out about us, or it will be 
the end of many things, including our marriage.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy! She won’t know. I’m not going to tell her. 
So, as long as no one sees us, then there is nothing to worry 
about.”

“Melissa, it’s amazing what I’m risking just to have sex with 
you. I just hope and pray that we don’t destroy our family.”

“It’ll be okay,” I said, putting my arms around his neck and 
pulling him into a deep kiss. He quickly ended it though in 
obvious fear that Sam or Jessica could pass the door.

“Later, little one,” he said, and then smiled.

It wasn’t long before Daddy left for his doctor appointment. He 
got back home a few hours later. It wouldn’t be too much longer 
before Jessica and Sam left.

After both of my siblings had left, I went downstairs and found 
Daddy in the kitchen. I started smiling at him. He knew exactly 
what I was smiling about.

“Let’s wait a little bit to make sure they don’t come back to get 
something they forgot.”

I followed Daddy around the house as he tried to pass the time. I 
was anxious to get started, but I knew we needed to wait a little 
longer. He would look at me occasionally and start smiling while 
shaking his head at my impatience. I must have looked like a 
puppy dog dying to be petted. I just shrugged at him bashfully.

About fifteen minutes later, even Daddy was too anxious to wait 
any longer. We quickly decided to have sex in the family room so 
that there would be no bed sheets to worry about. I went and 
grabbed some extra towels for us to lie on while we fucked our 
brains out. That would lessen the chance of cum stains or wet 
spots left on the couch, chairs or floor. I planned to fuck Daddy 
on everything that afternoon!

We moved over to the couch. Daddy grabbed me in his arms and 
began to deeply kiss my open mouth. His tongue danced with mine 
as our hands roamed all over each other. Our lips battled to stay 
together the whole time.

Daddy’s hands massaged my young firm tits while his thumb and 
forefinger paused at moments to pinch and pull on my nipples 
firmly. My hands were busy massaging his throbbing erection.

There was already pre-cum at the tip of his sexy cock. I wiped it 
up with my fingers, and licked it off my hand while I kept 
stroking his shaft with the other.

Then my world came to a sudden screeching halt. The end wasn’t 
near anymore, it was here.

Standing at the door that led from the hall into the family room 
was Mom. There would be no explaining this away. We were caught. 
Busted. Hands in the cookie jar, well, mine on his cock and his 
on my breast anyways. I quickly covered my face in horror.

I sat down on the couch before I fell. My whole body had gone 
numb. I just knew my world and quite possibly my life were over. 
Daddy remained standing but was speechless as Mom began talking.

“I kept hoping I was wrong about you two. But I can see I 
wasn’t.” She spoke slowly and with her voice under control but 
full of anger. There wasn’t any outburst of tears.

“OH MY GOD, MOM,” I begin crying, “I’M SORRYYY!”

She didn’t respond to my tearful outburst. She purposely walked 
from the doorway across the room to stand in front of a chair 
beside the couch.

“James, I think you should have a seat beside your ... our 
daughter.”

Daddy sat next to me, but not too closely. I felt nothing but 
terror. Every other feeling or emotion was drained from my body.

Mom then sat down in the chair beside the couch, leaving me 
between her and Daddy.

“Caroline ... this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have ...”

Mom only put up her hand to stop him from talking. Daddy 
immediately became quiet. After looking down at her hands in her 
lap for a short time, Mom looked back up at us with a very sad 
face and began talking to both of us.

“I know this has been going on for some time. I also think I 
already know the answer to my first question ...” she said, 
pausing and then looking at me. “Melissa, did your father force 
you to have sex with him ... ever?”

I had to clear my throat before I could make any sound. “No,” I 
said after taking my hands from my face and looking down at my 
lap. I then looked at her and tearfully added, “Daddy never made 
me do anything. This is all my fault. I never should’ve ...”

Mom held her hand up again to get me to stop talking. I 
immediately shut up and covered my face again with my hands. 
Tears were still streaming from my eyes as I waited for Mom say 
something. I could hardly breathe from the realization that my 
family was about to be destroyed just as I feared all along.

Mom looked at Daddy, “How long?”

Dad took a deep breath. “The first time was three months ago ... 
when you and the kids were at your parents’ house,” Daddy had 
trouble speaking. “We stopped after that weekend but ... we 
started back a few weeks ago.

“The trip to see the pitching coach ...” Mom started saying. “Was 
that a lie so you two could go somewhere together?”

“Yes,” he admitted, his face downtrodden.

“I figured as much,” she said. Looking at me, “Your clothes were 
not sweaty or dirty after a supposedly hard day of practicing. 
Your panties were soaked with what I know from many years of 
experience to be cum from recently having sex.”

I looked at her in amazement as she talked. She had it all 
figured out. I never had her fooled. She was stating facts to me.

“The bite marks on your breasts were not from your date the 
previous night. They had to be from that same day.”

She paused for a moment, “Am I correct, young lady?”

I just nodded my head at my mom.

She then looked at my father. “James, in all the years we’ve been 
together, the only times you haven’t been able to get hard for me 
was after a whole lot of sex. You couldn’t get hard for me that 
night.”

Daddy nodded his head as well, acknowledging that she was 
correct. Neither of us dared to speak. We both knew that this was 
Mom’s time to say what she had to say.

“Late Wednesday night when I came downstairs, I suspected then 
that you two were up to something.”

Looking at James she continued, “I watched from our door as you 
two went downstairs one after the other. You were so preoccupied 
with each other that you didn’t even look to see me at our open 
bedroom door.”

I cringed even more at the knowledge of just how careless we had 
been. We had become blinded by our lust.

She continued talking to Daddy, “I gave you a few minutes to get 
down here before I came to see for myself. I turned on the light 
in here expecting to find you together. Then I realized you 
must’ve either gone into the kitchen or outside. When I walked 
into the kitchen, I knew I had just interrupted something. I also 
noticed you trying to hide your erection.”

Daddy just nodded again, looking down at the floor in shame. She 
had everything figured out. I thought we had been fooling her, 
but she knew or suspected almost everything about our incestuous 
affair.

Mom continued, “I knew then that you two were fucking each other. 
I was furious when I was certain. I wanted to slap the shit out 
of both of you. I wanted to hit you as hard as I could. I wanted 
to hurt both of you badly for hurting me the way you did. I 
remained calm though. I’m trying to remain calm now.”

I began crying harder. She had known for certain since last week! 
But then I quickly realized something that gave me hope. She 
wasn’t yelling at either of us. She wasn’t throwing things at us. 
She wasn’t trying to tear our heads off with her bare hands. She 
was talking to us. Firmly, yes. But she was keeping control of 
herself.

“After knowing for sure what I had been suspecting since the 
previous Saturday, I knew I had to confront both of you in a way 
that you couldn’t deny it. I knew Jessica and Sam were going to 
see friends this afternoon. I knew the two of you would be alone 
together. I knew you would take advantage of the time to fuck 
some more like ...” she paused as she was about to go ballistic 
on us.

She waited a moment and took a deep breath, “So I told my boss 
that I wanted to get off early today to run some errands. I left 
work about noon and came home, but I drove in using the back road 
to our property and parked out of sight. After I watched the kids 
leave, I walked up to the house and waited in the garage. I gave 
you some time to get started. When I peeked, I saw the two of you 
kissing and fondling each other. I then walked into the doorway 
... and that is when you noticed me.”

Mom paused and looked straight at Daddy.

“I love you, James. I love you with everything that I am. I can’t 
even begin to imagine a life without you. But we need to talk 
long and hard about this ... but not now. Not in front of 
Melissa.”

Mom turned to me, “Look at me, girl.”

I looked up, waiting for her to really lay into me, “You know 
what you’ve been doing is so very wrong. I think I can get past 
the fact that you were having sex with my husband. What I’m 
struggling hard with is that you helped your father to deceive 
me.”

She leaned a little closer, “You lied to me. You conspired to 
have sex with my husband behind my back. You have done all of 
this without any regard for how I would feel. Even if you did 
care how I’d feel, you were dead set on making this happen.”

Mom not yelling at me but spilling her feelings was worse than 
being beaten up. I had known that my having sex with Daddy could 
hurt Mom badly, but I had always pushed it to the back of my 
mind. My lust for Daddy had controlled my actions. But now I was 
confronted with her hurt, her anger, her loss of trust in those 
closest to her.

Mom had paused again. She was struggling to keep control of her 
emotions, “Melissa, I have given you all my love since even 
before you were born. I’ve done what is necessary to make sure 
you have what you need. I know you’re a very adventurous and 
daring girl. I have known that since you were very young. I knew 
there would be times I’d have to step in to keep you from hurting 
yourself.”

She looked down at the floor for a moment. I knew she was still 
trying to keep herself from just reaching over and slapping the 
shit out of me. I couldn’t blame her if she did.

“You are a very intelligent young lady, but you can be so stupid 
at times. You hurt me like no one else could. You threw my love 
in my face. It hurts me to say this, but I actually hated you the 
other night ... I hated my own daughter! But ... even in the heat 
of my hatred, I remembered one thing. One thing that will always 
win out over any other feelings I have for you. That one thing is 
... I love you.”

She reached over to take my tear soaked hand in hers. With her 
other hand she lifted my chin so I was looking directly into her 
eyes.

“Melissa, I love you, baby girl. Like I told you this morning, I 
will always love you no matter what you do. You are first and 
always my daughter.”

I leaned over to hug her tightly and begin loudly sobbing, “I’m 
so very sorry I let things get out of control. I love you, Mom. I 
won’t ever hurt you again as long as I live. I’ve hurt you enough 
to last a lifetime.”

It took a while before Mom answered. “Be careful what you 
promise, Melissa. Make sure you can live up to them. Talk is 
cheap. Your actions will tell the story.”

“I know ...”

She then laid the law down, “If you two ever do this again, there 
will be real hell to pay. I don’t intend to live my life looking 
for clues of you having sex when I’m not around. You both have to 
be careful or you will destroy this family. That is more 
important to me right now, more than anything else, keeping our 
family together.”

Mom stood up from the chair, “James, I think we need to go 
upstairs now and talk.”

Daddy followed her up the stairs. He didn’t look back. I just 
continued to sit where I was.

What I didn’t quite know was ... what had just happened? Were we 
still a family? Was Mom just going to forget that this ever 
happened? Many conflicting thoughts flooded my mind. But the one 
thing that occupied my mind the most was the fact that my mom now 
knew. She knew that I was nothing but a cheap slut that would go 
as far as fucking her own father to satisfy her desires.

For the first time, I truly understood how I almost ripped my 
family apart because of my uncontrolled impulses. Because I liked 
to be very adventurous, I had almost destroyed my family. Because 
I liked to be daring, I had almost broken up my parents’ 
marriage. I may still have. What were they talking about 
upstairs?


******


It was still only the middle of the afternoon. But all I wanted 
to do was hide from everything. My parents were still in their 
bedroom talking. I could only pray that Mom would find it in her 
heart to forgive Daddy for what we had done.

Mom told me she loved me still. But she did not say she had 
forgiven me. The only thing I knew for sure about anything was 
that I needed to stay away from both of them for a while. All I 
could do was create more problems for them. Mom was amazingly 
calm and controlled while talking to the two of us together, 
considering what she had discovered. But how long could she 
control her hurt feelings when she was around me?


****** 
	
 
Over the rest of the week, Mom wasn’t outwardly angry toward me, 
at least not that I was able to see it. But the whole affair put 
even more stress on what was already a strained relationship 
between us. I avoided saying anything to her over the next week. 
I didn’t want to get involved in a confrontation, because I knew 
it would kill both of us.

By the following week, Mom and I got back to something closer to 
normal for us. But it was like we were walking in a minefield 
when we were talking to each other. She tried not to act 
differently around me, but she would make little comments that 
were like little jabs at me.

On Sunday of the next weekend, Mom and I were sitting in the 
kitchen together eating breakfast. I thought that maybe I could 
start up a conversation with her, and maybe put some of the hurt 
feelings behind us.

I told her about a friend of mine. She had gotten caught sneaking 
out of her house in the middle of the night the previous weekend.

“Mom, do you remember Sally?”

“Isn’t she the girl that stays in trouble at school all the 
time?”

“Yeah, well she got caught by her mom sneaking out of her house 
last Saturday night about 2am to go hang out with her boyfriend.”

She then snapped, “If Sally’s father was like yours, then she 
wouldn’t have to sneak out of the house.”

I immediately stopped talking.

I knew she hated herself for saying it because she just turned 
away, not looking at me. I quickly got up and left the kitchen 
without saying a word. I avoided her as much as I could for a 
long time after that. I knew then that even though she loved me, 
she still hadn’t forgiven me in her heart. The bitterness was 
still there. The hurt that I had caused might not ever go away 
completely, as long as she remembered my slutty acts against her 
marriage.

That turned out to be the worst of the comments she ever made to 
me. There were some others that were very subtle jabs, but 
nothing quite like that one.

After that comment though, I started avoiding her as much as 
possible. I also started avoiding Daddy, too. Not because I 
didn’t want to be around him. I was afraid Mom would think I was 
still after him or that we were fucking again.

Daddy had always taken me to softball practices and games, even 
though I could drive myself. He had always been involved with me 
with sports and other activities. I loved it. Most of my friend’s 
fathers rarely took the time to be with them like mine. But I 
began getting rides from friends so I wouldn’t be alone with him.

I knew he was upset about it, but I was afraid I would make a 
bigger mess of things if I was around either of my parents.

One thing made it even worse for me. I kept remembering the 
incredible sex I had with Daddy. He had fucked me like no one 
else ever had. I occasionally found myself masturbating to the 
memories of the times he put his gorgeous cock inside my mouth 
and pussy. I remembered the spankings. I remembered him eating my 
cum-filled pussy. I even remembered when we licked each other’s 
assholes.

The memories were wonderful, but the pain my actions had caused 
all of us always consumed me and caused me to avoid my parents 
even more.


******


I continued avoiding my parents to the point that we rarely saw 
each other anymore. Instead of sitting in the family room with 
them watching TV at night like before, I began hanging out in my 
room or with friends. I dated frequently during that time just to 
be out of the house. I was so desperate to be out of the house 
that I even told one guy that if he asked me out, I would fool 
around with him on the date.

One day though, Daddy asked, “Baby girl, are you mad at me now 
for what happened? I don’t like what is happening between us now. 
You never talk to me or want to be around me anymore.”

“Everything is cool, Daddy. I’m just really busy with everything 
right now is all.”

That was a lie, of course. I was sure he knew it too. But I 
didn’t want to discuss any of it with him then. I continued to 
make up excuses. I even helped friends arrange parties and 
sleepovers just to avoid being with my parents.

About a month later, Mom walked up to me and gave me a hug.

“I love you, Melissa. Is everything okay with you?”

“I’m fine, Mom. I’m just really busy with things lately.”

More lies, of course. I was busy only because I chose to be.

“Sometimes I wonder if I still have a daughter named Melissa, 
because I never see her around anymore.”

I continued to avoid them both though. It was easier than dealing 
with the stress I felt being around either of them.

Another month passed with more of the same. I continued to avoid 
both of them as much as possible. I literally hibernated in my 
room except for times when we had visitors, and it would seem 
rude if I wasn’t with my family.

I continued to avoid saying anything to either of them unless 
they asked me a question. I left notes for them so I wouldn’t 
have to speak to them. It was no secret to anyone what I was 
doing now.

Sam and Jessica ask me at separate times if I was in trouble with 
our parents. My actions were beginning to put a strain even on 
them.

Then late one night while lying naked on my bed listening to 
songs on my CD player, there was a knock on my bedroom door.

“Come in.”

Mom opened the door and walked just inside the room.

“Can we talk for a few minutes?”

“Sure,” I replied, determined to say no more than I needed.

Walking over to the bed, she said, “Come with me.” She then 
grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her. “All three of us 
need to talk.”

“Where are we going?” I asked, pulling my hand from hers. I knew 
an ambush when I saw one.

“We’re going to mine and your father’s bedroom. We both want to 
talk alone with you. Your father is waiting for us there.”

Oh shit. Here we go, I thought.

Mom stood at the door until I walked by her and began walking to 
their room. She followed right behind me.

I walked into their bedroom. Daddy was sitting up naked in their 
bed.

“Sit down beside your father ... so we can talk.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, keeping as much distance from him 
as possible. Mom sat down close to me.

“We know you’re avoiding the both of us. And we know why too.”

She put her hand on mine, and looked at me sincerely, “I don’t 
want this to go on any longer because it is hurting everyone.”

She pushed my hair back from my face. I knew she was trying to 
get me to relax, but I also knew I was the one who had instigated 
everything that got us to where we were.

“Your father and I have been talking tonight,” she said. 
“Something’s got to change. We haven’t been a whole family for 
too long now. I’m sure you know that better than anyone.”

She looked intently at me, waiting for any kind of response. I 
wasn’t going to give her one, and it was frustrating her.

“I’m not without blame,” she said. “You tried to talk with me a 
few weeks after I confronted you, and I snapped at you harshly. I 
was still really upset though. I’m sorry I said what I did. I 
should’ve apologized to you then, but I couldn’t.”

I continued to sit there quietly. I wasn’t sure what to say. 
Staying quiet had kept me out of trouble over the past few 
months.

She sighed deeply. She knew what I was doing.

Mom began talking to me again. “The day I discovered what was 
going on, your father and I had a long talk. He opened up, 
explaining how everything happened. I was very upset with him, 
but what I realized was that what the two of you had been doing 
was not a threat to our marriage.”

I raised my eyebrow at her. How was I not a threat to their 
marriage?

“Honey, he wasn’t going to leave me to be with you. Yes, he was 
committing adultery. I know it was the first time too. But, I 
also know that no marriage is perfect. I’m actually glad it 
happened with you, and not one of our friends.”

“You can’t be serious,” I finally said, incredulously.

“Yes, I’m serious,” she replied. “Honey, your father wasn’t going 
to divorce me to be with you. If it had been one of our friends, 
I would’ve had to deal with that.”

“Mom, it was incest. I fucked my father. Your husband.”

“And that’s what I was concerned about. I was worried he’d forced 
you. But you just said it ... you fucked your father. You 
initiated it, not him.”

“And that makes it okay?” I very skeptically asked.

“Of course, not. What you did was wrong. And just because you 
seduced him doesn’t excuse him either. He should’ve stopped it 
from happening.”

I sucked on my lips, not sure how to reply. I should have just 
kept my mouth shut. Now I was going to get lectured again.

“I knew I could get past what the two of you did ... with time. 
It wasn’t going to be easy. It took some time for me to 
understand what happened. But when I did, I was able to get 
beyond the hurt.”

She then said, “It’s okay ... what you and your father did 
together. The sex, I mean.”

I looked at her even more skeptically. Screwing my father was 
okay with her all of a sudden?

“I only hated the deception and your disregard for my feelings.”

I look at her very confused.

“I forgave your father for what he did with you. It really wasn’t 
the sex that upset me. Seriously, Melissa. It was the deception 
and lies.”

I wasn’t convinced though. I couldn’t imagine as a wife and 
mother not being pissed at my husband for fucking our daughter. 
But, my parents were quite liberal in their thinking.

She then explained what happened between them over the following 
weeks.

“When we came up here to talk that day, I wasn’t sure we could 
work things out. I was angry at both of you, but I was determined 
to try to find a way to get passed this. I know how close the two 
of you are. I know it’s easy for you to convince your father to 
let you do what you want, but that’s no excuse for giving in to 
having sex.

“Things weren’t easy for me and your father for a few weeks. My 
anger was always close to the surface. I lashed out at him more 
than once. But the worst was over between us after a few days.

“Unfortunately, you and I have had a problem talking ever since 
you became a teenager. I tried not to lash out at you. And the 
one time you seemed to put out an effort to have a regular 
conversation with me, I did just that. I hated myself for doing 
it just as quick as I said it. I blew it. And looking back at it, 
it just completely pushed you away from not only me, but your 
father as well.”

Mom continued telling me about their relationship over the past 
few months. I still wasn’t sure what happened between them after 
they left me to go upstairs to talk. But it didn’t seem to affect 
their relationship in a bad way at all.

As it turned out, they were getting along fine together. All of 
this had actually given a spark to their relationship. They were 
trying harder at their marriage. I couldn’t really see it because 
of my trying to stay out of sight as much as possible.

She didn’t ask Daddy about details of what we had done together 
until about a month ago. They had only talked in general about it 
before, and she had only learned the basics of what had gone on. 
But a month ago, they had talked in great detail about the 
affair.

“Daddy told you about the things we did?” I asked her, and then 
looked over at him flabbergasted.

“I asked him to,” she replied

“Did he tell you about ...”

“He told me everything. The spankings. The kissing with cum on 
your mouth. Licking each other’s butts. Everything.”

I looked at Daddy with my mouth hanging open.

“He even told me you deep throated him. Impressive,” she said, 
sort of smiling.

“Oh God,” I embarrassingly whined.

“And that position you tried when you fell off the bed in the 
motel room, I never realized just how imaginative you could be.”

I couldn’t seem to utter a sound as I sat there with my mouth 
open. I was in a state of total shock.

“He said you’re a great kisser as well,” she seemed to gleefully 
add.

I covered my face in total shame, “I’m sorry ...”

She quickly pulled my hands away and then lifted my face with 
hers, “Do I look mad or upset?”

“You’re not?” I disbelievingly asked.

She shook her head, smiling.

“He told you all the stuff we did, and you’re not pissed off?”

She shook her head again with the same smile, “Honey, the sex the 
two of you had obviously didn’t hurt you. It certainly didn’t 
hurt your father,” she said, both of us glancing over at him. He 
had a sort of sheepish smile.

“If anything, it seemed to help your father and I become closer 
over the past month ... and more intimate together.”

“Mom?!” I asked wide-eyed, completely shocked at what she was 
insinuating.

Obviously knowing what I was wondering, she replied, “I know the 
two of you had some exciting sex together. Your daddy has told me 
everything and ... we’ve tried quite a bit of it together.”

I blushed as I listened to her. Then Mom did something that 
completely stunned me. She reached over and grabbed Daddy’s cock, 
which had grown extremely hard while we were listening to Mom.

“What you two did seems to have made him even more of a stud in 
bed now,” Mom said smiling at me.

Mom paused for a few moments as she seemed to be gathering her 
courage, “I would like to see the two of you together ... if you 
want to.”

At that point my mind was on overload. My wheels seemed to turn 
at the speed of light. Had I heard my mom right? Did she just ask 
me to have sex with Daddy again?! In front of her so she could 
watch?!

Mom could tell that I was more than speechless. She could also 
see that I had not gotten up and run from the room either.

“Lie down by your father,” she said, almost pleading with me to 
do it. I skittishly scooted over close to Daddy, stretching out 
beside him.

Looking at Daddy, she said, “Show me what you did with her the 
first night you slept together on this bed.”

I rose up and looked quickly between them. Was she serious?

She looked back at me, “Is it okay with you if he does it?”

“I guess ...” I said more because I was scared what would happen 
if I said I wasn’t.

I wasn’t really sure exactly what Mom was up to. She was making 
out like she was turned on by the idea of watching me with Daddy, 
but I was uneasy about things. I was basically doing it because 
she could always intimidate me like that. Was she setting me up 
for some kind of revenge? Was she trying to embarrass or ridicule 
me?

Daddy looked at me and asked, “Do you want to suck my cock, baby 
girl?”

I looked at Mom closely and she just smiled and nodded.

She then just sat there watching me expectantly. Both my parents 
were sitting quietly watching me with a curious expression and 
giving me time to deal with the situation. I needed a moment to 
decide if I wanted to bolt from the room or do what Mom, and 
apparently Dad too, wanted me to do. I finally felt my body 
taking over. Once again my body made my decision for me. I moved 
down Daddy’s body and began kissing and licking his cock ... in 
front of my own mom! I decided to just go for it. If I was being 
setup, I was going to at least enjoy it while I could. I was 
going to give Mom my best performance. And I was getting 
seriously turned on.

I sucked his cock deep into my mouth, letting the head enter my 
throat. I cradled his balls in my hand as I work his shaft with 
my wet mouth. I could tell he was about to lose control and spurt 
his cum in my mouth. I was sure Mom could as well.

Looking at Daddy, she whispered in a rough voice, “It looks like 
your daughter is about to make you cum.”

“I told you she was good at it,” he panted back at her.

Daddy lifted my head by my chin.

“Can I fuck you, little one?” he asked me urgently.

I answered by rolling over onto my back and pulling my knees up 
and spreading them apart. He scooted between them and pressed the 
head of his cock against my dripping hole, easing his shaft into 
my pussy. I had wanted that cock so badly months ago, and I was 
getting it again ... this time in front of Mom ... with her 
apparent blessing!

I glanced at her. She was rubbing her clit! She was actually 
masturbating while watching her husband fuck me in their own bed! 
I still couldn’t believe she would let me do this, unless she was 
trying to teach me a lesson or something. But I decided to enjoy 
this while it lasted.

While Daddy was fucking me deep and hard, she reached over and 
caressed one of my tits, letting her fingers pinch and pull hard 
on my nipple.

“Your father said you liked to have your nipples played with like 
that. I’ve begun to like it myself,” she huskily said.

My mind and body just couldn’t process all the sexual stimulation 
from my parents. I was about to have the most intense orgasm 
ever.

“Oh God, James! She loves it! Fuck our little slut! Pound her 
little pussy!”

My body became rigid and as I was about to squeal loudly, Mom 
covered my mouth with her own. I was screaming into my mother’s 
mouth while her tongue sought out mine.

Mom waited me out and pulled her mouth away from mine as I 
settled down. Daddy was still fucking me, getting close to 
cumming himself. She continued playing with her clit while 
kissing me, and now she was ramming her fingers inside herself.

As she reached her own intense orgasm, she squealed, “Oh, God! 
Fill your baby girl’s slutty pussyyyyyyy!”

Almost on cue, Daddy’s cock erupted deep inside me as well. He 
held himself balls deep as he filled me with his sperm.

I watched the two of them, flabbergasted. They were treating me 
like a sex toy. When it was over, I just started crying. I just 
completely lost it because I was certain this was Mom's way of 
getting back at me ... by trying to humiliate me.

Mom asked, “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

The concern in her voice and on her face was very genuine.

I just looked at her hard and asked, “Do you still love me? Are 
you trying to humiliate me?”

She took me in her arms, holding me tight, “I love you more than 
my own life. It’s okay, baby.”

She then lay down beside me, cuddling with me, “Everything’s 
fine, Melissa. I’m not mad at you anymore. We’re not trying to 
hurt or embarrass you.”

Daddy was brushing his hand through my hair, and rubbing my arm, 
telling me everything was okay.

“You called me your little slut,” I whimpered at Mom.

She shook her head, smiling, “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, 
honey. I was just so turned on watching you. Your father calls me 
a slut in the heat of the moment a lot. I wasn’t trying to insult 
you.”

At that point I was just physically, mentally and emotionally 
exhausted. I fell asleep in their bed between them while they 
held me.


******
 

When I woke up the next morning, I discovered my parents were 
already awake and had left the bedroom. I came down into the 
kitchen and saw Mom alone. She came over and hugged me tightly, 
kissing the side of my face several times.

“Will you go back to the bedroom with me?” she asked. I nodded, 
half smiling.

We sat on the bed and had a good talk.

“I had to find some way to break the ice between us,” she told 
me.

“So you got me to have sex with Daddy again? Wasn’t that what 
started everything?”

“What started the real problem was the secrecy and deception.”

“But how does my having sex with him now change things?”

“It’s now something we can do together,” she said, almost 
grinning.

“Mom, it’s incest!” I quietly asserted.

“That didn’t seem to bother you before,” she chuckled.

“But ... it’s wrong!”

“And it wasn’t before?”

“Well ... yeah, but ...”

“I’m not supposed to approve of it?”

“Yeah.” I replied.

“What we did last night may not be healthy in every situation, 
but it didn’t hurt any of us. Did it?”

I just shrugged, not sure about it.

“You had fun last night, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah ... even though I wasn’t sure what you were up to.”

“I wanted to watch.”

“I don’t get it. I had sex with your husband. Why aren’t you 
mad?”

“Over the past month, your father told me about everything you 
two had done. I don’t know how to explain it, but it turned me 
on. I became obsessed with it. When your father and I had sex 
over the past few weeks, we pretended I was you.”

“Seriously?!”

“Yep.”

“Why would you even tell me that?!”

“The same reason I went and got you from your room last night. I 
want my daughter back.”

“I still don’t get it, Mom.”

“Well then, here it is. I don’t mind if you have sex with your 
father. I just don’t want it hidden from me.”

“I don’t believe this.” I breathlessly said.

“I want to be a part of it though. That is all I insist on.”

“So, it’s cool if Daddy and I keep doing things ... if you’re 
there with us?”

“Yep ... except I don’t always have to be there. I just need to 
know either before, or very soon afterward. No secrets. Does that 
work for you?”

“Yeah,” I said in disbelief. I was getting my mother’s blessing 
to have sex with my father?

“Let me make one thing clear though. If you ever try to take 
advantage of your father or me in any way, there will be hell to 
pay. Like you said, it’s incest. The legal trouble would be a 
nightmare. I won’t have you trying to get your way with something 
by using threats or blackmail.”

“Jesus, Mom! I would never do that! I love you ... not to mention 
I don’t want to be known as the girl who had sex with her father. 
That wouldn’t be the best thing for a girl’s reputation in high 
school.”

Mom laughed softly, “Okay, I think we’re on the same page with 
this then. And the sex with your father and me should not and 
cannot stop you from having boy friends. It would not be healthy 
to be exclusive with us. Eventually you need have your own 
family.” Mom stopped for a minute, musing things over. Then she 
continued, “Also, don’t let on to Sam or Jessie what we’re 
doing.”

“They could figure it out,” I said. “You certainly did.”

“If they do, we’ll deal with it then,” she nonchalantly stated.

“So ... you really pretended to be me?” I curiously asked, 
smiling.

“It was some of the best sex we’ve had in a long time,” she 
admitted to me.

“Maybe you could pretend to be Jessie now,” I said, surprising 
her. “Daddy would probably like that.”

“If she ever becomes as daring as you, I won’t have to pretend.”

“Maybe I could give her some lessons on how to seduce older men,” 
I giggled. She just shook her head at me in amazement.

Then she said, “I dare you.”

“Oh really?”

She started to blush, looking away from me.

“What about Sam?”

“I doubt he would be interested in seducing your father.” I 
rolled my eyes at her.

“Well, if you’re not interested ...” I started saying.

“Who said anything about not being interested?” she interrupted 
with a wry smile. I just grinned back at her.

“Do you dare me?”

“What do you think?” she boldly replied.


******
  

I looked closely at Mark taking in everything.

“Do you still love me?”

“I still love you, but God damn girl!”

“Not every day a girl tells you she’s been having sex with her 
father, huh?” I asked.

“That’s definitely a first for me. Sheesh.”

It was a lot for him to take in at one time, but he was still on 
the bed with me. That’s what counted. And he was even smiling.

“Do you think I’m a pervert?” I bashfully asked.

“The biggest one I’ve ever met!” he exclaimed, but he was still 
smiling.

I playfully pouted. I then realized his cock had quickly become 
hard. I reached for it, squeezing it gently, “It looks like you 
weren’t turned completely off by it though.”

“I guess I’m as big a pervert as you are,” he smiled.

“Lay on your back, buster,” I playfully demanded. “Let me show 
you what a real pervert can do.”

He rolled onto his back. I slid seductively onto his body, 
straddling him. My pussy was hot and wet on his stomach. I could 
feel the head of his cock poking at my ass. I leaned down to kiss 
him passionately.

I then lifted myself so that I could position the head of his 
rigid shaft at the opening to my cunt. I slid down the entire 
length of his big cock, moaning loudly as it filled me 
completely.

As I began to fuck my man, I decided to finish my confession.

“Mom was right about how thing would turn out,” I said. “Things 
got back to how they’d been before everything had happened, 
except I was having sex in their bedroom once in a while.”

“I can’t believe she likes watching you fuck your father!” he 
replied. “Oh God, baby. Your pussy is heaven around my cock!”

“I’m glad you like it,” I said, smiling sweetly.

“You’re so damn sexy when you do that,” he said. He then moaned 
as I squeezed his cock with my pussy, showing my appreciation for 
the compliment.

“I still can’t believe you did all that!”

“That’s not all, babe. The next night Mom licked my pussy to some 
incredible orgasms so Daddy could watch. Of course, Daddy wanted 
to see me lick her. It was so wild doing things with my mother.”

“OH fuckkkkkk, Mel! You and your mom?!”

”Having sex with her may have been a bigger turn on than what I’d 
done with Daddy. From then on, it’s mostly been a threesome. 
Mom’s quite skilled with that mouth of hers.”

“Oh God, yes! That is so fucking hot! So is your damn pussy right 
now ... Damn! Damn! Damn!” he yelled out as he jammed his hips up 
into me hard.

“Damn it, Mark! Your cock feels like it’s spitting me in half!”

“You wish,” he playfully replied. I leaned down to kiss him 
quickly.

“Do you still have sex with them?” he asked, jamming his cock up 
in me hard a few more times.

“Yeah,” I replied, groaning as I rutted on his cock. “After that 
first night, we started getting together at least one night on 
the weekends in their bedroom. The rest of the time, Mom and I 
began slipping off to one of our rooms during the day to talk 
more and more about our sex lives. She revealed to me that she 
and Daddy had been swingers before deciding to have children.”

“Your parents are swingers?!”

“Not at the time I had my affair with Daddy, but they had been 
swingers when they first got married until Mom wanted to get 
pregnant. Of course, they never expected to be making their own 
personal slut to play with,” I said, gripping his cock tightly 
with my cunt again as I slowly fucked him.

“Of fuck it all, Melissa ... this is so fucking hottttt!”

“After talking with Mom more, she told me that they’d been 
interested in opening up their sex lives again. Nothing had 
happened since us kids had come along until I got involved with 
Daddy. A few months after our threesomes started, they began 
having sex with a couple that was in their early thirties. A few 
months later, they became involved with another couple about 
their age, too.”

“Melissa, baby. I can’t hold it back much longer. I’m going to 
fill your naughty Daddy fucking pussy with the biggest load of 
fucking cum ever!”

“You’ve got such a potty mouth, lover. Whatever am I going to do 
with you?” I asked seductively.

We both moaned loudly as we came together. My pussy had a death 
grip on his shaft as he filled me up with cum.

I collapsed on top of Mark and we kissed each other softly, 
enjoying a very tender and intimate moment.

“Now you know my dark secret,” I said. “There are some other 
things you need to know about, but we can talk about those later. 
You know the important stuff. And, I still have sex with my 
parents. I’ll give it up, if you want me to. You’re more 
important to me.”

“I can probably live with it,” he replied. I knew that wouldn’t 
really work though.

“Mark, I’m hoping that maybe you will accept this and become a 
part of it with me as well. I’ll leave it up to you. I love my 
parents, but you are my true love.”

“You want me to join in?”

“Mom needs a nice hard cock while Daddy is busy fucking me,” I 
casually replied.

“That will be too wild,” he said, still amazed at what I was 
offering.

“Do you mean you might like to fuck Mom?” I asked, grinning 
cutely at my sexy man.

“That would be so fucking hot! Fucking your mom while you fuck 
your father!”

“Maybe we could try some kinky things together ... the four of 
us! We could maybe do some kinky things like Daddy and I do 
sometimes?”

“Like what?”

“Well, when you have extra people there that can help balance you 
...” I started saying, teasing him.

“Oh fuck, yes!”

“I thought you might be interested,” I playfully said. “So, all 
of this is okay with you?”

“I don’t want you to give up what you have with your parents. It 
wasn’t a threat to them. So it shouldn’t be a threat to us. I 
want to be a part of it with you, if that is what everyone wants. 
The main thing I want you to know is that I love you and want you 
to be my girlfriend.”

I bit my bottom lip. This couldn’t have turned out any better.

“I want you to be my boyfriend, but you know I won’t be yours 
exclusively if I’m having sex with my parents.”

“As long as I can be involved, I don’t care.”

“You’re not trying to get my mother through me, are you?” I 
teasingly asked.

“Your Mom is beautiful and sexy, but you’re more beautiful and 
sexy to me. You’ll always be the one I want.”

I kissed him deeply, wondering if he would be able to tell the 
difference in mine and Mom’s kisses when we had our first 
threesome.

A short time later while I was lying on his shoulder, he asked, 
“By the way, how did the dare concerning your sister and brother 
go?”


The End

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