Subject: The Best Father's Day
Story Codes: MF oral incest daughter father mother son
Diary Date: June 21, 2015
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Being an unabashed "daddy's girl" all of my life, Father's has always
been extra special to me. Even so, this year it turned out to be one of,
if not THE, best ones ever. Not only did my incredible dad have a great
day, but my husband also took a huge step towards the day when his
daughters can do the same for him.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - My Dream for My Daughters
Chapter 2 - The Weirdest Relationship
Chapter 3 - Making Preparations
Chapter 4 - Getting Started
Chapter 5 - Being Watched
Chapter 6 - Their Turn
Chapter 7 - Back Home With the Girls
Chapter 1 - My Dream for My Daughters
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Every mother has her hopes and dreams for her daughters. While I don't
know if I lived up to my mom's for me, I'd like to think I've done a
pretty good job of fulfilling most of them. Finished my education
degrees, got a great job as a teacher, married a wonderful man, and now
she has two beautiful granddaughters.
For most moms that would probably be enough but my mom had bigger plans
for me. I'd like to think I've more than risen to the challenge earning
the title of "Class Slut" (I'd like to think by my junior year I even
took the trophy for "School Slut"). Thanks to her I'm a cock sucker
extraordinaire and most of all... a truly submissive daughter in the
biblical sense of the term.
Really, what more could I want when it came to my own daughters? Perhaps
the only major thing would be I'd hope that unlike me that they will
allow their father to have their most precious gift a girl can give him -
her virginity. Of all the things I've done sexually, I really have very
few regrets except for this one which tends to overwhelm everything else.
While he's far too discreet to tell me himself, I know my dad was
extremely disappointed when he learned from my mom that I'd had sex for
the first time with my boyfriend. Oh sure, people say I shouldn't feel
bad about it because at the time I had no idea he even wanted to be my
first, but it's not like there weren't enough hints. Sometimes I can't
believe how naive I must have been to miss all the signs.
Since I've written extensively about what it means to be a submissive
wife and daughter I won't go into that much detail again here. The point
is that by submission I'm not referring to any form of bondage or other
BSDM activity. When I say submissive, I mean it in the biblical sense of
the word where it's something done out of trust and respect and not
forced in any way. To be sexually submissive to my father and husband
basically means never saying no and having enough faith and trust in him
be able to obey him without hesitation knowing that he will never ask me
to do anything hurtful or shameful. For example, I don't like anal sex
yet if my father wanted it I would allow him to do it without hesitation.
However, because I submit to him I know that he would never ask me
because he knows how I feel about it.
At the moment my oldest daughter is only two years old with my newborn
one just reaching two months so it's not like all this has any bearing on
anything happening today. Whatever fantasies people may have, I would
NEVER allow my daughters to start having sex until they were at least
eleven or twelve and even then, only with their father and grandfather
and maybe a cousin or other family member. Oral sex (it's not REAL sex)
would be OK before then IF they showed interest. I simply don't think
it's right for kids to be having sex with each other or their parents
when they're too young. That said, it doesn't mean it's ever too early
to lay the groundwork.
Chapter 2 - The Weirdest Relationship
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You would think that with my background and incestual family
relationships, all of which are known completely by my husband, that it
would be virtually a lock that someday my husband would have sex with his
daughters. Well, if you DO assume that then you've been reading too many
erotic stories and probably watched too much porn...
So here's my dilemma... while my husband knows I have sex with my father
(as well as a number of other family members including my mom and her
sister), he doesn't necessarily approve of it or get turned on by it.
It's more like he tolerates it because he knows it was a condition of
mine that he had to accept before I could accept his wedding proposal.
Like I've always said, you can divorce a husband but family is forever.
Because of this if it ever came down to making a choice between
submitting to my father or my husband, I know that as a Christian woman
my first obligation would have to be to my father. It would be a
terrible choice to have to make which is why I laid it out for him before
we got married. It was sort of funny when I told him as I'm pretty sure
that he thought I was just teasing him. Well, his denials only lasted
until he "hid" (or so we let him think) in the closet and watched as my
dad fucked me right in front of him!
As things turned out, that was the first and the last time Steve ever
watched me having sex with my dad. It's not that he opposes what I do or
that he says anything negative about it. We simply practice the time-
honored tradition of "don't ask, don't tell". It's sort of the same way
we deal with many of HIS activities with young girls which I don't
necessarily approve of - "don't ask, don't tell".
The odd thing about it is that it's not like incest is foreign to my
husband or his family. His own brother and sister live together posing
as a "married" couple in Southern California where nobody knows their
true relationship. When Steve and I dated we had sex most every day
(sometimes more often than that!). There was one memorable day when his
mother caught us and before the day was over I witnessed my first
incestuous act when Steve fucked his own mother. Yes, my husband fucked
his own mother when he was just sixteen. And yes... it's a lot more
complicated than what I'm describing here so check out my diary entry for
October 5, 1999 if you want all the gory details. So if that's the case
then you're probably wondering what's the story now?
To start with, to this day I didn't know what all happened after I left
that October day when things happened between Steve and his mother. Oh
trust me, I've tried to get them to tell me but it's one topic that's
absolutely taboo with them both. Some of our worst arguments as a
married couple have arisen when I pushed a little too hard to find out.
All I know is that to the best of my knowledge they never did it again.
Steve's sister was one of my best friends in school and she had a fierce
crush on her brother. Sharon was like SOOOOOOO jealous of me when I
started having sex with her oldest and hottest brother. Yet no matter
how much she literally threw herself at him, he just turned her down
totally. It's like after Steve and his mom did it once, they were both
so traumatized over it that they simply can't even discuss incest, let
alone participate or even condone it.
Now don't think that it means my husband and his mother have a "normal"
relationship - I mean like it's anything BUT. This is where it gets
weird so believe it or not, here's what I've had to deal with since
marrying this guy...
Steve and his family (mother, brother and sister as their dad ran off
with the office tramp a year earlier) moved to California about six
months after I started dating him and having sex (Steve was my first -
and only, until he left). I thought I'd lost touch with the man I
thought I was destined to marry but then what fourteen year-old girl
doesn't think the first guy she does it with is going to be her husband.
Miraculously, long story made short... Steve and his mom moved back to
the Pittsburgh area where we hooked up again, got married, and hopefully
are well on our way to living happily ever after. Yes, I WAS right back
when I was fourteen - God HAD intended me to marry the man who I first
had sex with!
Steve lived with his mom until we got married and it didn't take long for
me to start questioning things. First, they were a lot more cuddly and
touchy-feely than your typical mother and son. If anything it was more
like watching two teenagers together on the family room couch. They
would kiss but definitely not the peck on the cheek stuff of most
families. No, they did the full tongue-in-mouth thing! When they would
hug, it wasn't the quick wrap-around of arms and then pull back. No,
Steve would grab Marlene around the waist, plant his hands on her ass and
pull her in tight to his crotch where he would typically be sporting a
massive erection normally reserved for his wife - ME!!
This was a little odd to say the least but still nothing TOO weird. Then
came the day Steve insisted on having sex with me while we were over at
his mom's house and conveniently "forgot" to close the bedroom door
tight. Next thing I knew he was pounding me and I glanced over his
shoulder to see his mother standing in the doorway with her arms crossed
while watching us without saying a word. I started to say something to
my husband but he just ignored me and so we finished while she looked on.
It wasn't the same as when my mom would watch my dad fucking me. Back
then my mom would get all horny and even sometimes masturbate while she
watched. Steve's mom, on the other hand, just watched without any real
expression or movement. When we were done she simply slipped out of the
room as silently as she had entered. Again, I tried to say something to
Steve but he just shushed me and wouldn't talk about it. Later at dinner
it was like nothing had happened. Wow, talk about surreal!
After that it became "normal" for us when we would visit with her to have
sex while she watched. It wasn't like we arranged it or anything, it
just happened. We never put on a show but rather simply left the door
opened and if she wanted to watch, she could. We would did it the same
either way. After a while I just tuned her out. After all, it wasn't
like I'd never been watched while being fucked before! If anything, I
found myself looking for her, anticipating the rush of adrenaline when
she would slip into the room and take her position by the door. OK, so
I'm an exhibitionist, sue me!
Once that routine was settled it was like it opened the door for Steve
and his mom to be more open about their relationship as well. Only what
they revealed wasn't what I was expecting, not in the least! At the
beginning I was excited and hoped that maybe now that we were being open
about me and Steve doing it in front of her that maybe Steve and his mom
would explain why he was still living with her and why they were so
"close". Knowing they'd had sex over ten years earlier, I just assumed
they'd been waiting for the right moment to tell me. Keep in mind that
while Steve knew all about my family background, Marlene didn't have a
clue.
If I thought her watching us having sex like a statue was surreal, what
followed next was right out of the Twilight Zone - the Sex Edition.
Maybe to be more accurate, the NO sex edition. You see, while the two of
them behaved like young teens in heat, at the same time there was like
this invisible line that neither would even discuss, let alone cross.
Basically the "rules" boiled down to this... anything goes but the
clothes stay on and nothing underneath them. What this means is that
fondling and groping is fine so long as it'[s always OVER her bra or OVER
his underwear but never under against the bare skin. Likewise it was
permissible to kiss on the lips and neck and even tongue but no sucking
cock or nipples. The sheerest night gown was OK so long as there was
material of SOME sort covering her, even if it was all but transparent
and she wasn't wearing anything under it. She could grab his dick but
only with his shorts around it, never reaching inside. Get the idea?
What can I say? They weren't MY rules!
Like how weird is THAT? I might even say stupid but then that would be
disrespectful. Really, what's the difference between his rubbing her
clit through a sheer lace thong that barely covered anything until she
orgasmed versus simply pulling it to the side and rubbing it directly?
Would any sane person see a difference between stroking his cock through
his underwear and just pulling it out and getting it over with? Well, it
really doesn't matter what I thought, it was what THEY thought that was
important and apparently this served as enough of a distinction to them
that it wasn't incest. I'd have to reluctantly agree since by
definition, incest means having sex and sex means penetration of a vagina
by a penis.
Over the years now that we've been married I've more or less come to
grips with the reality of Steve and Marlene's abnormal situation. I've
even stopped trying to push either of them to discuss it, let alone to
change their behavior. As I've mentioned, doing so just leads to a
massive argument. So you might ask, why do I care?
The simple answer is that so long as Steve and his mother draw the line
between fooling around and actual incest I can't be myself around her.
How could I ever dare tell her about my family relationships when she
goes to such ridiculous lengths to draw the line at incest? Most of all
though, how can I ever realize the dreams I have for my daughters if
their own father is opposed to incest?
It was the birth of my second daughter that caused me to seriously take
up the issue after leaving it dormant for so long. I'd secretly hoped to
have a son so we'd have one of each but God had other plans for me. In
any case we'd always said we would stop at two and we were already taking
steps to ensure that it would be medically impossible for either of us to
be new parents again. Thus any hopes of being submissive to my son were
out the window so it was up to my daughters now to carry on the family
traditions. Yet without their father's cooperation and approval, it will
never happen.
The time to deal with this wasn't going to be ten years or so in the
future - that would be far too late. No, the time was NOW. Somehow,
some way, I was going to find the means to break down that last barrier
between my husband and his mother. If nothing else I felt like I would
be doing the two of them a huge favor as well. Like one of the most
satisfying times in my life is when I submit to my father and he takes me
and fucks me, cumming in me as a physical expression of his love and lust
for me. Why would Steve and his mother not want to share that emotion
again... and again!
Chapter 3 - Making Preparations
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I knew I'd be playing with fire and girls who play with fire sometimes
get burned but what choice did I have? The last thing I wanted was to
cause any problems between my husband and his mother or especially
between the two of us. The main reason I'd held off so long in dealing
with this was fear of what might happen if things went off the tracks.
What if Marlene freaked out when she learned my dad had been fucking me
since I was sixteen? Who knows where it might lead from there - and none
of the options that came to mind were very good.
Then after much soul searching and prayer I thought I finally had the
answer! Now for the hard part of my plan - putting it in action.
Basically my plan was simple but then all good plans are. Father's Day
was coming and I knew that Steve's mom would likely join us after church
for dinner and to wish my dad a happy Father's Day. It would just be the
four of us and if tradition held we'd return to my dad's house for some
drinks and maybe sit out on the back deck or even hit the hot tub
together. During such times it wasn't unusual for Steve to flirt with
his mother a little, even kissing her and rubbing her ass in front of me
and my dad. At the same time my dad would do the same with me so it was
like a little game - all harmless fun. My plan was to elevate the game
and see what happened. Yes, it was a little risky but then without risk
there's no reward.
The one person who was critical to success was of course my dad. My dad
knew all about Steve and his mom, something I'm sure his mother wasn't
aware of or she would undoubtedly be too embarrassed to ever show her
face again. By the same token, my dad also knew that it wasn't a topic
for discussion and there were lines that were never crossed, in fact not
even approached in his presence. For my plan to succeed my dad had to be
willing to bend those rules a bit, well, maybe more than just a bit.
Somehow I didn't think that was going to be a problem.
Just to be sure I knew a failsafe means to ensure my dad would go along.
Not like it is any great secret. Heck, I think EVERY young girl learns
how to twist her daddy around her little finger. Ask any girl who she
goes to when she needs something that she's not sure she should be asking
for. I'll bet it's not her mom!
For most girls it just takes a pouty look to get her way. For others,
maybe a little rub up against him. When I was younger I knew the best
time to ask my dad for something was to wait until it was close to
bedtime when I would put on one of his dress shirts instead of my pajamas
with nothing underneath and sit on his lap. While I was a little too
naive at that age to understand the full implications, I also knew that
if I rubbed on that growing lump between his legs though his shorts that
it was a virtual guarantee that I'd get whatever I was asking for - much
to the chagrin of my mother at times if she would catch me.
Once I started having sex with my dad it was game over so far as any
resistance on his part. The most perfect time to ask my dad for anything
was within few minutes of his climax, right after he had cum inside of me
while his dick was still in me before having shrunk down too much to stay
inside of my pussy. Thinking back, I can't remember a single time he ever
said no!
By the way... my methods work just as well with my husband as it does
with my father!
So about six weeks after my baby girl was born I was back at my dad's
house rekindling our Sunday morning tradition which had been on hiatus
for a couple of months when my pregnancy was simply too advanced. For
those who haven't kept up with my diary, a quick recap...
When I was a junior in high school my dad started a tradition of where he
would come to my bedroom before leaving for work and do something with
me. It might be as simple as just jerking off and shooting his cum on me
as I slept to actually having sex but one way or another he got himself
off and I was left with a load of cum somewhere on me or in me. Well,
being married now and living away from home pretty much put an end to
that tradition. So we modified it to where I go to his house on Sunday
mornings before church and we'd have quick fuck or even just a BJ
depending on the time we had without being TOO late for church. I loved
enter the sanctuary not fifteen minutes after my dad had fucked me and
sitting in the pews with the feel his cock in me still a fresh memory in
my mind. The feel of his cum draining from me doesn't do anything to
take my mind off of it as well either. I love to imagine what the people
crowded around us would say if they had any clue what we'd been doing
just a quarter of an hour earlier!
Usually our Sunday morning tryst was pretty quick, typically he would
just lift my dress or skirt and fuck me unless he'd just given me
something special to wear. I usually tried to make things easier by not
having any panties in the way - my typical attire in the first place
unless I was teaching at school. Today I didn't want to have to rush
right off so I made a point to get over to his place a few minutes early.
He was a bit surprised as being early to anything is not my strong point
but as you might imagine he didn't complain. My aunt, who was living
with my dad now since my parents divorced, greeted me and then made her
usual exit to leave us to whatever we had planned - not that it was any
great secret!
I surprised my dad again when I took him by the hand and led him to the
living room. Usually we just did it in the kitchen or even the hallway
but again, I wanted some extra time today and not him pulling out of me a
soon as he'd cum.
"The couch, eh, something special in mind?" he teased me as he undid his
pants and pushed them down just far enough for his already erect cock to
pop out. Hey it was Sunday morning with less than an hour before church
started so no time to waste!
I feigned some back soreness and this soon after my delivery he didn't
question me. So long as my pussy was recovered enough, he was fine with
most anything else. Yep, typical man! Sure he was my father but he was
first a man.
We'd only fucked a couple of times since my doctor had declared me
"available" so it was still pretty special to lay back on the oversized
couch, spread my legs as I lifted my dress and felt my father's erection
quickly penetrate me. God, how many times had this happened in the
almost fifteen years we'd been having sex? Hundreds? Maybe even
thousands? The point being no other man had fucked me even close to the
number of time my father had or left even a fraction of the amount of
sperm inside of me as he has. Sure it's "unleaded" thanks to his
vasectomy many years ago but without a microscope who can tell?
"Oh daddy... I love you in me!" I sighed as he pushed himself deeper into
me, "Oh God, that feels SO good!"
"Oh baby girl, you're pussy is still as incredible as ever," he groaned,
not realizing that it wasn't exactly what a girl wanted to hear when she
was concerned about the effects of having recently passed a watermelon
through it! Still, I knew what he intended by it and I loved him for
caring about me.
"Yes daddy, stay there for a just a minute," I whispered once he was
fully inside of me with the base of his shaft now pressed up against my
pussy. Oh my god, I just loved this moment when he first entered me
fully and I had him completely inside of me. To be joined with my
father, to have our bodies combined as one, to have his sexuality buried
in me, to see the pure lust and desire in his eyes as I became more than
just his daughter to him... THAT was why I wished this moment could last
forever. So if anything I wanted for it to last at least another minute
or more before his lust could no longer hold him back.
"Sorry, I HAVE to fuck you," my dad groaned as he started to pump his
cock in and out of me slowly.
"Yes daddy... fuck me... I want you to fuck me!"
My mom taught me early that if a girl wants to get a man's full and
undivided attention, if she wants to fulfill his deepest fantasy, all she
had to do was say those two words... "fuck me". Add the word "daddy" and
you hit the trifecta! Every man wants to fuck me but what they REALLY
want it to have me ASK them to fuck me. Like I said earlier, he might be
my father but he IS a man and like a man, he reacted.
"God yes, say it again... tell me what you want Kelly," he moaned in a
voice hoarse with sexual desire.
"Fuck me daddy... fuck me... I want you inside of me daddy... cum inside
of me."
OK, so maybe "fuck me" is number one but a close second would be, "I want
you to cum inside of me".
"Oh yesssssss!," was all he could respond with as he drive himself into
me again and again and again.
He must have been unusually horny or maybe he had been masturbating
before I'd arrived. In any case he came a lot faster than usual. I
wasn't complaining in any case. Our Sunday morning tradition was for
HIM, my gift to my dad each week before we went to church and thanked God
for having each other. I was getting what I wanted anyways - my father
ejaculating inside of me.
I knew he was cumming from the motion of his hips and the sighs from his
lips. It can be hard enough to actually feel when a man cums any time
but now with my pussy still not 100% I had to go by inference that he was
cumming more than anything else. Usually he would announce it but not
today, it was like he was so focused on fucking me that he wasn't saying
anything more than a few grunts and moans.
When he'd finished I felt him start to back away but I quickly wrapped my
legs around him and pulled him in best as I could. Our eyes met and I
could see the question behind them.
"Stay in me a minute daddy... I need you in me."
Even if I hadn't had ulterior motives I think I would've asked anyways.
I was actually in a rather comfortable position for once, not laying up
against the counter or kitchen table as was often the case, so why not
savor the moment for a little while?
"Daddy?"
My dad's eyes opened and he looked into mine, the animal lust having
faded now, replaced by the love of a father for his only daughter.
"Yes baby?"
I drew in a breathe, here goes nothing...
With my dad's rapidly dwindling incestuous dick still in me, I quickly
told him about my plans for the afternoon. He listened without a word
until I was finished and then he smiled at me as he looked down to where
his cock was now barely inside of me.
"So still going with the 'ask daddy after he fucks me" strategy to get
your way?"
He was obviously teasing me so I just smiled innocently, well at least as
much as a girl can when she's laying on her back with her father's cock
inside of her after having just filled her with cum.
"You know damn well I can never say no at this moment, don't you?"
Again I just nodded and smiled, not ready to break the spell.
Then he chuckled. "Damn, I'd have said yes no matter when you asked me
for this one baby girl. Sounds like it could be fun. Are you sure about
it though? Marlene can be an ice queen sometimes."
I lowered my legs, allowing him to fully withdraw and stand upright again
after a few groans from being sore after having been bent over me for so
long.
"So what's your end game Kelly?" he asked, the lawyer coming out from
within, "Why push this now?"
I had a big explanation all prepared for this question but then it came
to me and I answered simply, "Well daddy, don't you want to duck your
granddaughters someday?"
My dad didn't get to be a top ranked lawyer and a senior partner at a
prestigious law firm by being stupid. He quickly put two and two
together and came up with five and smiled at me.
"Do you even need to ask?" he answered and I'm sure had it been a few
years earlier the very thought would have had him on the road to another
erection.
I stood up slowly, not sure what would happen with the load of cum in me
but for the moment it was OK. Reaching out to him we embraced and kissed
passionately, tongues touching and his hands all over me butt and
breasts.
"Oh daddy, I can't wait to see you someday with my daughters... I want
them to be good granddaughters, just as I want so bad to be a good
daughter for you!"
Before he could answer our emotions overtook us and we kissed again, even
more passionately than the time before if that was possible.
"Oh Kelly baby, You're the best daughter any father could ever ask for!"
he assured me. Then he pulled up his pants and patted me on the butt
adding, "Not to mention the sexiest and the best fuck any man could
have!"
"Oh daddy!" I replied acting as though I was embarrassed but secretly so
proud that he would say that about me.
Looking at his watch he quickly zipped himself up. "Better get going,
we're running late as usual!"
Yeah, so what else was new? It seemed we were always making an entrance
during the middle of the first hymn anyways. People would likely talk
more if we showed up on time!
So the first step of the day was taken... yes it was the easiest one but
at the same time, all were critical and none could be missed. Now for
the next step.
Chapter 4 - Getting Started
===========================
Church was... well, church was church so what more is there to say?
Granted, there are those occasional times when I like to be a little
naughty... sometimes even a LOT naughty, but a crowded Father's Day
Sunday simply wasn't the time or place. Wow, did I just say that? I
really must be over 30 now! As much as on the one hand I hate the
thought that I might be turning more conservative in my "old age", on the
other I also can't help but realize what crazy risks I'd been taking when
I was younger without even giving it a second thought. These days, as a
public school teacher and mother of two, I simply have to be more
responsible knowing the consequences if I didn't.
All through the service people kept asking me about my new daughter and
how they wanted to see her. I'd politely smile and tell them she was
home with her proud daddy. What really made me feel good though was when
folks would say how great I was looking already so soon after pregnancy.
Thankfully I'm fortunate in that I'm one of those women who put on almost
all their weight during pregnancy in front. More than one person has
remarked that from behind they couldn't tell I was pregnant! The best
part of that was it also meant my body recovered back to "bikini shape" a
lot faster than most women did. Granted, I wasn't 100% of the way there
yet but I'd bet I still would look better at the beach than the majority
of the other girls.
It was a non-eventful standard Father's Day service with all the
obligatory songs and sermon honoring the fathers. When the pastor made
some comment about how the Ten Commandments instruct us to honor our
fathers, I wondered how many other girls and women who were listening
truly understood the full implications of those simple words? How could
I honor my father any more than to submit myself to him, to present my
body to him and allow him to satisfy his deepest feelings and fervent
desires for his daughter? It didn't matter that I was 30 and not sixteen
anymore... or even fifty. It didn't matter whether or not I was married.
Age and marital status didn't make any difference when it came to our
relationship. I was my father's daughter - always have been, always will
be, and as his daughter I will always honor him in the most personal and
intimate way a woman can for her father.
After the service concluded, my dad and I met up with Steve and his mom
at the restaurant along with our two girls. From the way she was doting
on them, I think Marlene had enjoyed her moments with them alone without
anyone interfering. If she had any questions or comments as to why she
had to pick them and Steve up while I went to church with my dad she
wasn't saying anything. Then again, it WAS Father's Day so I suppose she
just figured it had something to do with that. Besides, Steve rarely
went to church with me in the first place and she knew it as often he
would visit her Sunday mornings while I met up with my dad for our
ongoing morning tradition.
Dinner was nice, if a bit crowded but certainly nowhere as much as it had
been on Mother's Day. Having been a bit spoiled by my oldest who was now
getting a little more independent and mature, it wasn't long after we
were seated that I was reminded again of what it was like trying to take
a newborn out in public with you. The good news was everyone fawned over
her and didn't make a fuss when she was loud or caused commotion. Still,
I had other things on my mind all through dinner and even Steve, who
isn't exactly the most observant person in the world, couldn't help but
take notice.
"Something on your mind?" he asked me softly when he had the right moment
finally.
"Why do you ask?" I answered, stalling for time as he surprised me by
even noticing - or was I being THAT obvious?
Steve shrugged and said, "I don't know... it's like you're here but your
head is somewhere else. Something like that anyways... Something wrong?"
I quickly perked up and smiled responding, "Oh no Steve, everything's
fine... I just hope you're having a wonderful Father's Day!"
Steve grinned mischievously. "You know, we could sneak to the men's room
and make it a VERY special and memorable Father's Day."
Horny boy! Actually the idea wasn't all that bad in and of itself but
there was no way we could do it under the circumstances so I poked him in
the ribs and rolled my eyes melodramatically as if to say, "Good grief,
just like a man, one thing on his mind!" Yes, another day and I might've
taken him up on his dare. Not today but I DID have a lot on mind and I
knew I needed to do better at hiding my thoughts.
Dinner, like church, was uneventful and when it was finally over my Aunt
Linda paid the check - although I knew it was probably my dad's credit
card she was using. We all piled back in the cars and headed back to
their house. After a week of high humidity, heat and rain, it was
looking cloudy yet again so we made our way to the family room in the
basement rather than the back deck. While normally I would've preferred
the deck, the family room fit into my plans better so I was pleased I
didn't even have to steer us in that direction.
Being it was Father's Day I sat on the couch next to my dad which left
the love seat for Steve and his mom as my aunt took the chair and held my
youngest daughter while her sister played on the floor in front of us.
Again my luck held up as it was just the seating arrangement I was hoping
for and amazingly I didn't have to do anything to make it happen. Now if
my string of luck just held out...
It was then that I realized that I hadn't told my Aunt Linda anything
about my plans. Damn! Still, knowing her there was no question that
she'd fully support what I was trying to do so that wasn't a problem.
The trick would be getting her out of the room and just how was I going
to do that? Fortunately I had two young ladies helping me out...
"Uh oh!" my aunt suddenly exclaimed as she quickly reached for a towel,
"Looks like somebody needs changing."
Seizing the opportunity, I leaned forward towards her and said, "Oh Aunt
Linda, thanks so much for helping out with her! If you're taking care of
Kylie maybe you could also take Mia up and put her down for a nap or
she'll be unbearable later."
Aunt Linda gave me sideways glance as usually I would've jumped up to
take care of everything - they WERE my daughters after all. Yet similar
to my dad, my aunt hadn't risen to where she was in the real estate
business being anything but an astute observer. She'd caught what nobody
else had - my hand lying flat on my dad's thigh. Innocent enough
normally but I had my fingers a little more into the inside of his legs
than what most folks would deem "appropriate". She gave me a quick smile
and a wink - god I hoped Marlene didn't see THAT, and then hurried off
with the kids. She probably didn't know what my exact plans were but the
mere fact I HAD something going was enough for her to clear out and leave
us space. No doubt she knew me well enough to have a pretty good guess.
With my aunt and the girls out of the picture, for a moment the room was
eerily quiet as we all sat there looking at each other without any of us
saying a word. Then just as quickly it broke into pandemonium as we all
started to speak at once . We all laughed and sat back, trying to
reestablish some semblance of order. I took the lead...
"Well, I guess it's time to wish you a Happy Father's Day again, daddy,"
I said with a smile as I looked into his brown eye lovingly.
Steve's mom spoke up next saying, "I guess I'll be the one to wish you
Happy Father's day Steve since your girls aren't here to say it. And
TWICE the father this year as well! I'm so proud of my boy!"
Back to me... "So daddy... let me give you a proper Father's Day kiss."
Nobody spoke but I could feel their eyes boring into me as I took a deep
breath. 'And so it begins,' was all I could think at that moment.
Letting out my breath, I leaned up and put my arms around his neck as my
dad leaned down towards me and our lips met. THAT in itself should've
caught Marlene's eye as I'd never kissed him on the lips before, always
like on the cheek. Well, if she hadn't noticed yet then she was sure to
soon as I pressed my lips into his even tighter and slipped my wet tongue
between them into his mouth. He responded in kind and for several
minutes (it felt like hours) we kissed like that in front of my husband
and his mother. It was just a kiss but then not JUST a kiss.
"Hey, get a room!" my husband teased.
I turned to him and pretended to frown. "It's not like I'm a little girl
anymore you know. I'm a big girl now and I'm gonna kiss my daddy like
one."
Steve just laughed and his mother sort of smiled but then I wasn't sure
if she was really smiling or what. Sort of a Cheshire cat thing going on
there... In any case I wasn't about to leave things at this level.
"So am I going to be the only one giving a father his Father's Day kiss?"
I said, looking deliberately at Marlene.
For just a brief moment I caught a glimpse of something in her
expression, sort of a "What the fuck are you doing?" thing which she
quickly suppressed and forced a smile.
"I suppose so... why not?" she responded as she turned to Steve and
kissed him. She kissed him on the lips but just for a moment and it
definitely wasn't their usual greeting at all. It wasn't like she was
shy about it normally but then hat was with just me looking on, not my
dad as well.
"OK... so THERE! Happy Father's Day," she told him after breaking away
quickly.
"Sorry Steve, guess I get the best kiss this year!" my dad gloated. I
was so proud - I wanted to kiss my dad again to show him!
"Mom?" Steve asked in an anxious tone as he looked from my taunting dad
to his mother.
Let me just say at this point that my husband is one of the most
competitive guys I've ever known. He can never be #2 in anything if he
has anything to say about it, which helped in terms of his career but
could be darn annoying at times as well. Even in situations such as this
one he couldn't stand the thought of being told someone had done
something better than he had. It didn't matter that he was essentially
being dared to kiss him mother in front of us, all he cared about was
being beat by my father. Steve's mom had known him a lot longer than me
so she knew his little quirks as well as anyone.
"Alright then, whatever!" she said, lifting her shoulders and heaving out
a sigh that was more than a little dramatic.
Something told me that this time it was going to be more the standard
mom-son kiss they'd just shared. Apparently neither of them was going to
be outdone by me and my dad so they went at it without restraint. I
glanced at my dad seeing him staring at the two people on the love seat
across from us. At the same time I also noticed he already had one heck
of an erection pushing up against his pants!
With Steve and Marlene making no signs of cutting it short, my dad and I
resumed our own make out session although this time I maneuvered my way
up onto his lap and put my arm around his neck so it was more
comfortable. Sure enough, Marlene did the same with her son. Hmmmmmm,
so THIS was how it was going to be, eh? A little one up-manship maybe?
This was going to be easier than I'd thought... or maybe not. It was way
too soon to tell. After all, it was just a kiss so far.
As my dad's tongue explored my mouth, I found myself thinking back to
this very same couch almost twenty years earlier where I was in almost
this very same position with my dad, only back then I was just ten years
old and instead of wearing a short dress I had on my long nightshirt
which was my favorite thing to wear around the house. Indeed, my mom
confessed to me many years later that she had gone and bought several
identical ones so she could wash them as I never wanted to give it up
even for one evening. We were watching TV and I was in my favorite spot
- my daddy's lap. He was stroking my hair with his fingers - something
he could've done all night given my preference! My head was laying
against his shoulder and my arms were around him, at least as best as
they could reach at that age. My mom was sitting in the same place as
where my husband was now kissing his own mother only she was nodding off
and not really paying a lot of attention... apparently exactly what my
dad was hoping for.
My dad started by kissing me softly on my forehead, just pressing his
warm lips against my smooth forehead and murmuring how fast I was growing
up, what a big girl I was becoming. My eyes were closed as I just sat
there on his lap, enjoying my father's attention. Then he pushed my head
away from him, gently without me hardly noticing until I felt his lips
moving down the side of my face until he was kissing my neck. Mmmmmmm,
he'd never done that before and I loved the way his lips felt against my
neck so much that I stretched out a little to give him easier access.
My dad must have taken my movement as a sign that I wanted more because
almost immediately his tongue started to touch my neck. He wasn't
licking me so much as he was just pushing the tip of his tongue out and
touching my neck with it but I definitely could tell the difference from
what he'd been doing up until then.
"I like that daddy," I whispered softly as my eyes stayed shut.
He didn't answer, at least not with words, instead letting his mouth,
lips and tongue create his response. Now his tongue actually was licking
my neck, creating an odd sensation in me that made me shiver
involuntarily just slightly.
"You OK baby girl?" he asked me gently with his mouth so close to my neck
I could feel his warm breath as he spoke.
"Just tickled me a little I guess," I giggled.
"You want me to stop?"
To be fair, I probably didn't have any idea WHAT I wanted at that moment
as it was all a little confusing. So naturally I said the only thing any
ten year-old girl would say if her daddy asked such a question about most
anything.
"Oh no daddy... it's OK."
Exactly what "it" was I really had no idea but I DID know I didn't want
"it" to stop. My father's mouth opened a little wider and I could feel
his wet lips literally caress my neck as he pulled my hair back out of
the way to expose my entire neck to him. On the one hand it was a little
weird as my neck felt all wet but then on the other it felt really good -
like when he would rub my bare back with me laying on my stomach in bed.
Then he moved up ever so slowly, his kisses and tongue now on my cheek
and the side of my face, then to my ear where he tugged gently on my ear
lobe. Another series of first for me. Had it been anyone else I
probably would have pulled away when he started to suck on my ear lobe
but this was my daddy after all.
"Ohhhhhh," I sighed ever so softly as his tongue licked all around my
ear. Nobody had EVER done anything like this to me before and yet it
felt so wonderful!
"You're my precious little princess," he whispered so low I could barely
hear him even though his mouth was right up to my ear, "I love you so
very much Kelly."
"I love you too daddy," I responded automatically, a little louder.
"Shhhhhh, we don't want to wake mommy."
My mom was indeed pretty much out, laying scrunched into the corner of
the love seat with her bare feet tucked under her. Of course we didn't
want to wake her up, she must have been exhausted to fall asleep in such
an uncomfortable position. Then again, MY reasoning for not waking her
was not the same as my dad's, even though I didn't know it at the time.
To make double sure I kept quiet my dad reached up and put his forefinger
against my lips. Innocent enough but it also served as an excuse for him
to put his finger on my face and instead of moving it back to his side he
started to trace lightly against my other cheek with the backs of his
fingers. I shuddered again involuntarily as he kissed me on cheek while
gently stroking the other.
"You're such a pretty girl... so beautiful," he said, his voice sounding
a little more hoarse now, like he was having trouble getting the words
out. I always loved it when my daddy told me I was pretty!
Then he totally surprised me by moving my face towards his with his hand
and kissing me on the mouth! My dad had kissed me a million times
before, or so it seemed, but NEVER like this. Sure there had been times
when he would peck me on the lips but that was all it was - a quick peck.
This was anything BUT as his lips stayed on mine and pressed against
them. I'd never really kissed anyone before so I felt anxious for a
moment, unsure of what I was supposed to do.
"It's OK baby girl, just relax," my dad said softly, obviously feeling
the sudden tension in my entire body, "This is what a pretty girl does
when she loves her daddy."
Can't say I'd ever heard THAT before but then I was only ten and he WAS
my father so if he said so then it must be true, right? I felt so grown
up all of a sudden, as if my dad was treating me like a big girl now and
not some little baby girl.
"You're doing great Kelly... now do what I do," he told me before
planting his mouth on mine again. He just kissed me like this for a
little bit until I couldn't hold my breath any longer and I was forced to
pull away suddenly to take in a deep breath.
My heart was racing a mile a minute as I was worried I'd done something
wrong, that I really wasn't a big girl after all. My dad smiled at me
lovingly saying, "It's ok... breathe through your nose and don't hold
your breath."
We tried again and although it took a few attempts I started to get the
hang of it and as I got better I felt myself relaxing again. My eyes
were shut tight as my father and I kissed and kissed. I suppose it
shouldn't have surprised me after what he'd done on my neck and face but
still I couldn't help but pullback a little when his tongue reached out
and pressed against my tightly pursed lips.
"Open your lips just a little... don't keep them shut so tight," he
instructed me.
I was confused and excited all at the same time. Was this how adults
kissed? I'd seen some of my friends kissing each other during sleepovers
and they never stuck their tongues out into each other's mouth Then
again, we were all just ten years old so maybe they didn't know how to do
it right.
My lips parted against the pressure of my dad's tongue and he immediately
took advantage of my yielding to push it between my lips and into my
mouth. I could taste the mints he'd been eating on the way home from
dinner and I almost giggled when our tongues touched each other's. It
was SO weird yet at the same time I felt a tingling somewhere else as we
continued - right between my legs!
At ten I wasn't masturbating yet although I knew what it was. Both my
parents masturbated - my dad did a LOT, after right out in the open like
when watching TV, while my mom tended to be more discrete. Still, I
understood the concept, if not the application, but to date hadn't done
anything myself other than a little exploring with my mom's makeup
mirror. Little did I know back then what a factor masturbation would
play in my life in the years ahead! Even so, there were those times when
I would feel something funny down there and sometimes it helped to rub
myself up against something between my legs. I was feeling something
like that now only there wasn't anything between my legs.
Well, there HADN'T been anything between my legs. As my dad and I kissed
like big people he dropped his hand and started to massage my bare legs.
As he did, he slowly but surely worked his way to the inner part of my
smooth thin thigh and then upwards toward my crotch. The tingle between
my legs grew stronger as his hand approached and I wondered what would
happen if he got even closer.
Well, I'd have to wait for another time to learn the answer as the
silence was broken.
"John! What the hell are you doing?"
It was what my mom had exclaimed and yet something was different... a
different tone or something about it.
Suddenly it was like I was snapped back to reality. Yes, I'd heard the
words correctly but they weren't from my mom chastising my dad for taking
liberties with their ten year-old daughter. No, this time it was my
mother-in-law who was doing the admonishing. The three of us all stared
at Marlene who now was blushing and appeared to be a bit embarrassed at
her outburst.
"Seems I might ask the same about you," my dad stepped in with, nodding
toward where Steve has his hand up under his mother's dress, pushing the
hemline up almost to her waist in the process.
Marlene seemed to be unsure of what to say but I did take note that she
didn't do anything to push Steve's wandering hand away. Even though I'd
told my dad about their shenanigans, this was the first time he'd
actually witnessed any of it even though this was all quite innocent
compared to some of their more rambunctious times. My dad's as much a
man as he is a husband and father so needless to say he was enjoying
seeing a mother and son kissing and groping each other. Between that and
kissing me in front of them he was horny as hell and not in the mood to
play the teasing games I'd been subjected to for the past few years.
"Kelly's my daughter and I love her. What we do is really none of your
business Marlene, just as what you do with your son is none of mine."
As if to prove his point, I felt my dad's hand press against my breast
and squeeze by boob. Of course with a sundress I wasn't wearing a bra.
I'd only breast-fed Kylie for the first two weeks but my boobs were still
a solid D rather than their normal C (well... barely). Big boobs was one
of the benefits of pregnancy that both my dad and husband appreciated.
I glanced over, expecting to see Steve's hand on his mother's boob,
following the pattern we'd set while kissing. It wasn't like he normally
didn't so I didn't think it would be much of a stretch for him to do so,
even with me and my dad there to see. Apparently it was as he kept his
hand on her upper leg, although well under the hemline and out of sight.
Oh well, his loss as I turned back to look at my dad's face and take in
the range of emotions on display - love, lust, desire, curiosity.
When my dad got this horny I knew it was out of my hands and this wasn't
an exception. I'd lit the fuse and now there was no running up to put it
out at this point. Might as well try to stop a locomotive barreling down
the tracks at 60 miles per hour! It was something I'd learned early on
when my dad and I first started having sex which sort of scared me a
little at first but now turns me on something fierce. My dad was now in
control - or should I say my dad's hard dick, and nothing was going to
stop him until he'd fucked me and given me his most precious gift - his
sperm. The fact that Steve and his mother were watching no longer
mattered as one way or another, it WAS going to happen.
Not that I minded of course. My mom always teased me by calling me an
exhibitionist, even when I was a preteen and she had to explain what the
word meant. Well, who was I to argue as she was right - even though I
would tease her back by asking who I inherited it from. I simply LOVE to
be watched. It didn't matter the place or circumstances, just that
someone was watching me and wishing it was them in place of the person I
was actually with (even if that someone was imaginary while I was
masturbating). It makes me feel so sexy and desirable to see men (and
women) stare at me, even if their eyes never go higher than my neck - or
my ass in some cases. It's even better when they watch me having sex
because then I really know they wish they were the one that was fucking
me! So if Steve and Marlene watched me and my dad... so be it. If
anything it was even more of a turn-on than usual as few people have
actually seen me and my dad having sex.
So at that point I was "all-in" as they say yet without any assurance of
Steve and his mom reciprocating. Had it been even an hour earlier, I
doubt I would have gone through with such a risky move but at this point
it was really out of my hands. My dad was going to fuck me and if there
was one thing I was more determined about than even risking everything
with my husband it was never saying no to my father. In over fourteen
years now of incest, I've never even once stopped my father once he was
determined to have sex with me. Beyond the fact it's what s daughter
SHOULD do for her father, it's also a record I'm extremely proud of as
well.
This wasn't quite how I'd imagining things going. Steve and Marlene were
supposed to get carried away as well seeing me and my dad making out and
then go on to do what they usually did - groping and touching each other.
Then my dad would have the excuse to do the same for me and push the
envelope a little further, drawing them along in the process until things
had gone too far to turn back. That's how it was SUPPOSED to go!
Instead, they'd just kissed (albeit with his hand under her dress but
still not between her legs) and then stopped. God those two can be so
frustrating at times!
As my dad's hand began to reach under my sundress, I turned away from my
husband and his mother to focus on my dad. If they wanted to watch then
so be it and I hoped they enjoyed the show! I knew I would!!!
Then something struck me that I hadn't thought of before, even though I
should have so I wondered why it hadn't already. This would be only the
second time my husband had ever seen me fucked by my father, and the
first time since we'd been married. It wasn't like Steve hadn't watched
me being fucked by other men before, far from THAT. There was just one
man who he didn't get turned on seeing with me... my father. So now that
my entire game plan was in shambles, would watching my dad and I having
sex turn him on enough to make him fuck his own mother or would it be a
train wreck and screw up everything between us?
Only one way to find out...
Chapter 5 - Being Watched
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My mind was all a whirlwind and I was having a hard time focusing on
anything with so many thoughts churning, things going on around me, and
memories flooding back out of nowhere it seemed. I was feeling so
agitated about Steve's "failure to launch"... why the heck couldn't he
just do what he usually does when facing any sexual situation and take it
for all he could? It's not like I'd ever really ever seen him say no to
anything or anyone for that matter. Sometimes I'd swear he'd fuck
anything with a pussy and human DNA. Sure he had his preferences but in
the end she could be old, young or in between. A friend of mine, a
relative, someone's wife or daughter, heck a complete stranger and it
didn't seem to matter to him. The one thing though that DID matter to me
was in the end I knew there was only one woman he was committed to and
truly loved... his wife.
So why in the world wouldn't he just fuck his mother and get it over
with? I just wanted to scream it out at him and kick him in the butt.
For years now I'd dealt with the frustration and confusion and just when
I thought I had everything in place to finally straighten everything out,
everything just went to heck.
Then I was brought back to reality as my father kissed me on the lips and
I felt his hand moving up between my thighs under my sundress. For a few
moments I forgot all about my husband and his mother, all about my ruined
plans, and focused on the feel of his fingertips as they traced along my
smooth sensitive skin. Speaking of memories flooding back... it was like
shortly after we first started having sex and I was sitting on his lap on
this very same sofa fourteen years ago. It was after I'd come home from
a date with a new boy I'd met at school and my dad had fallen asleep
waiting up for me to be sure I got home safely. Well, at least that was
his excuse even though we all knew the real reason.
"What the...?" he mumbled as he awoke with a start as I'd dropped onto
his lap. Then his eyes cleared and he saw who it was and he smiled
asking, "Soooooo, good first date?"
Actually it had been. Although this many years later I couldn't recall
his name or even for that matter where we'd we gone, I do remember his
dick, LOL. Yeah, some people remember faces, others hair color or
whatever. Me... I remember their dicks. While most guys at that stage
of my life could count on a BJ the first date, I really wasn't THAT easy
so typically I made them take me out at least two or three times before I
put out - if at all. The way I looked at it, the BJ was my thank-you for
the date while getting laid was my reward if I liked the guy.
"Yeah, he was pretty good," I answered with a shrug as if it was no big
deal. Technically it wasn't but to my overprotective father it was
always a big deal so I knew he'd want all the details.
"So tell me what happened," he said as he sat up straight and adjusted
himself. I sort of smiled as I hadn't even gotten started and yet he was
already getting a little stiff.
I recalled how my dad started to rub my bare legs, most of which were
exposed with my skirt riding up high after getting onto his lap. It was
the same as my sundress was doing today as my dad raised it up to my
waist an inch at a time as his hand danced over my bared upper thigh. My
eyes shut as I jumped involuntarily when he accidently tickled me, just
as I did that night so long ago. My legs were still thin back then
although even now I'd like to think I still had pretty good legs for a 30
year-old mother of two.
If there was one thing my dad insisted on, it was detail so I had to
start from the beginning when he picked me up and then all through the
meal we had at a local fast food joint followed by a movie. He had to
know everything - what I ate, where we sat, when he first tried to touch
me and how I responded. He was especially focused on the movie ensuring
I mentioned every move my date made on and how I reacted in turn. All
the while his hand was working its way relentlessly until he finger was
pressing against my dampening crotch.
"Panties?" he had asked as his finger traced across my pussy. I knew
what he meant - did I leave home with any and if so, where were they now?
"A souvenir," I giggled.
"Gonna make you start buying them out of your allowance if you keep
giving them away," he grumbled, pretending to be perturbed. Yeah, like I
even needed an allowance. Besides, it wasn't like I wore them all that
often in the first place.
It was a little different though this Father's Day when my dad's hand
reached my pussy. First, rather than the short trimmed hair I maintained
most of my teen years, these days I kept myself totally bare, especially
when it was bikini weather. Second, he already knew the story as I
hadn't been wearing any earlier before church when he'd fucked me.
"Did he put his finger in you like this?" my dad has asked me as he
started to push his middle finger inside of my wet pussy. I gasped at
the memory, more so because that was exactly what he was doing now with
my sundress now pulled up to my belly.
"Yes daddy... like that," I'd whispered... and whispered yet again today
as I could feel his finger pressing into me.
I was laying back against the arm of the couch with my butt on my
father's lap as he fondled my pussy and clit. Then, as now, he used his
other hand to pull down my top to expose my breasts. Today it was easy
with my strapless sundress but back then it had taken a little
maneuvering to pull the black tube top down given it fit so tightly
around me. His hand cupped my breast although today he couldn't hold it
all the way he had back when I was struggling to fit into a B cup.
"Your breasts are so perfect," he said softly as he massaged them gently
while still rubbing my clit with his other hand and finger. He'd said
they were perfect back then although I knew better. If anything now they
were almost too big but I wasn't complaining after spending most of my
teens years in angst over the smallness of my boobs compared to my
friends'.
I could feel his erection more now under my bare bottom, like a lump on
his lap that I wiggled my ass ever so slightly over. Reaching under my
butt I put my hand on the growing lump and was rewarded with a sharp
intake of air both times. He took his hand from my pussy just long
enough to undo his belt and zipper, allowing me access to reach in and
find his cock. I quickly fished around until I had his hardened warm
dick in my hand.
"You're so hard daddy," I whispered. Nobody had been there to hear me
the first time but now I was sure both Steve and Marlene must have heard
me. I couldn't see them and frankly, at that moment was caring less and
less what they were doing. What I DID care about was what my father was
doing... to me... to his daughter.
"It's for you baby girl," he said lovingly to me, "All for my beautiful
daughter who I love so very much and adore."
I'd started to tell him how when the movie was over and we'd returned to
his car how I was already pulling down my panties by the time he'd walked
around the car after closing my door for me. He sat in the driver's seat
and turned to me where I was holding them up with a grin on my office.
"See anything you'd like to have?" I'd teased him. He smiled and took my
panties but seemed unsure what to do.
"What's the matter, never had a girl give you her panties before?"
It was dark but the parking lot lights were enough for me to see him
blush.
"Well... aren't you gonna smell them?" I teased him with a grin, "I
thought that's why guys steal a girl's panties - so they can smell her
crotch."
Something told me he'd never had a date quite like me but then from what
I'd heard my reputation was such that he should have been forewarned.
My thoughts were interrupted when my dad leaned down and started to suck
on my nipple as his index finger rubbed little circles around my excited
clit. It's a little difficult to focus on past memories when your dad's
sucking on your boob and toying with your clit!
"Oh daddy... feels so good," I sighed as my thoughts returned to the
present. I wanted so bad to turn my head over to look at our peanut
gallery but then it would have been obvious I was checking up on them.
"I love you Kelly," he told me in a soft yet firm voice.
Oh how I loved my father! It wasn't like the way I loved my husband...
he wasn't my LOVER after all but he WAS my father. If push comes to
shove, I can always marry another man - ask the 50% of married couples in
the country who do so. However, I only have ONE father and he can never
be replaced. My love for him was as only a daughter can love her father
- pure and incestual.
I wanted him... I wanted him to fuck me. Fortunately this fit in well
with the script from so long ago when I started to describe to my dad how
I'd undone my date's pants and encouraged him to pull them down to expose
his crotch with its thick public hair and a wonderfully hard dick poking
from it like a rocket ship launching with a thick plume of smoke at its
base. I was just at the point of explaining how I somehow managed to
crawl over the console and straddle him when my dad interrupted me.
"Don't tell me... show me."
Although today he hadn't asked, I wanted to straddle my father now just
as much as I had back then. This time without a word I somehow managed
to sit up and struggled to reposition myself on his lap facing him. My
arms wrapped around his neck and I leaned forward to kiss him, my boobs
pressing against his shirt.
"It was just like this daddy..." I'd teased him just a little as I ground
my pussy down on his hardened shaft. No words were spoken today
though... none were needed. We both knew where this was going.
My right hand moved down between my legs to grip his shaft as I sat up on
my knees and lifted myself up and over his shaft. God, I was so wet he
slid almost effortlessly into me as I slowly dropped down onto it.
Mmmmmmm, my daddy's dick was inside of me... again.
"Fuck me daddy," I sighed as I planted myself down hard onto his lap,
driving his wooden shaft deep inside of me, "Fuck your little girl."
OK, so I wasn't so little now but still pretty petite. In any case I
wasn't exactly big either! Most of my baby weight was gone to where I
was ready to start wearing a bikini in public again. In any case, I said
those words more for him than me as I knew they were the three words that
turned him on more than any others - "Fuck me daddy!"
It was almost surreal, even magical. The sensation I felt was still just
as intense, just as erotic, just as sensual today as it had been sixteen
years ago. In between my father and I have had sex hundreds, maybe even
thousands of time and yet today it was just as special as back then when
I hadn't even cracked three digits yet. Granted, I think we hit the 100
mark pretty fast considering how often we did it the first few months
once he started fucking me. My point is that no matter how many times my
dad and I join our bodies together in the most intimate manner any two
people can, no matter how many times I accept him inside of me, no matter
how many times I feel his incestuous cock driving into me, it will always
be special to me just as it was the very first time on my bed.
All my cares and worries melted away like wax on a hot stove top. "Oh
daddy I love you!" I cried out louder now as I rode his dick, lifting
myself up until the tip of his hard cock was barely between my pussy lips
and then dropping back until he was buried inside of me. Over and over
he fucked me, grunting as I would drop back down on his lap, moaning as I
would tease him and not drop back down right away but instead rotate my
hips around in circles around his incestuous shaft.
My dad put his hands under my ass and pulled me tightly into him. I knew
what he wanted so I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on to him
tightly as he worked his way to his feet while keeping himself buried
inside of his daughter's welcoming pussy. Twisting around, he tried to
stay in me as he leaned down to lay me on my back on the couch but he
slipped out, causing us both to sigh and then laugh together at our
simultaneous reaction to him dropping out of me.
It wouldn't be for long though as once he had me on my back with my head
against the cushion against the arm rest, he quickly dropped his pants
and underwear, kicking them off with his shoes. In seconds he was in my
favorite position - on top of me old-fashioned missionary style, the head
of his dick searching for the entrance to his daughter's sweet and warm
pussy.
"Yes daddy! Fuck me!" I cried out even louder now. So what if they heard
me as they certainly didn't need me to tell them what was happening. It
was for me this time though, expressing my desire to couple with my dad,
my NEED to have him join his body with mine. It was like the need of a
drug addict for his next fix only this was a loving and respectful need.
There was something I wanted, badly, and there was only one thing that
could satisfy me - my father's cock.
This time as my dad fucked me it was easy for me to turn my head to the
side to see what was going on next door, so to speak. No matter what it
wouldn't have changed anything for me at that moment but the longer term
implications were too enormous to ignore so I just HAD to look.
I only had a glimpse as my orgasm struck but as my body felt like it was
on fire, my mind was just as struck by the sight not more than a few feet
away where my husband was fucking his mother! OH.... MY... GOD!
It was momentous yet I couldn't focus on it as my dad's thrusts drove my
orgasm to new heights, effectively isolating me from the rest of the
world - even the world that was so incredible across the room. It was
better than the orgasm I'd had on my boyfriend's lap watching the people
go by in the parking lot. It was better than even when my dad had fucked
me an hour later in our basement as I replayed the events for him with a
demo included. Then again, I think I say that every time my dad makes me
cum it's the best time ever. It's not so much that I achieve orgasm -
it's that my dad is the one making it happen that drives me to new
heights.
"I love you Kelly."
My father was barely able to gasp the words but I knew it was important
to him to say them. Ever since the first time he'd fucked me my dad
always tried to tell me he loved me just before he shot his load of cum
inside of me. Indeed, it WAS an act of love. True, it was also an act
of lust but I knew with my father it was always so much more and that the
love connection was the strongest between the two of us.
I laid there with my hips raised, welcoming his incestuous sperm into me
as my father drove himself into me deep, thrusting hard with each
ejaculation. (OK, technically no sperm was used in this event as my dad
shoots blanks but really, what does it matter?) My father was mating me,
taking me as his as I submitted to his will and desires. Again,
technically I would NEVER want to have his child but that's not the
point. It was the ACT that made all the difference, the INTENT, not the
results. I'd say of all the times my dad has fucked me, only a handful
of times has he cum other than inside my pussy unless I was only giving
him a BJ. It just didn't seem right for him to do it any other way. I
remembered the very first time my father came to my bedroom and took me,
the very first time he released himself as deeply inside of me as he
could, and how incredible it made me feel. Sure other men had unloaded
in me before but never had I felt anything so emotionally intense as I
did then - or now. Even when my own husband came in me, even when he
actually accomplished the mating task, it was still not the same as my
own father doing me. Not that it was any better or worse - just
different. After all, my husband is the only man in the world who makes
love to me.
Having spent himself, my dad held himself from crushing me with his arms
which soon tired forcing him to pull out what was left of his dwindling
cock so he could sit on the couch placing my legs and feet over his lap
with his cum-covered cock draped over his pubic hair. He gazed down at
my freshly fucked pussy where I could feel his cum already seeping out of
me. Pressing down on my belly, I used my muscles to try to force a
little bit more out of me for him to see more of it.
"Happy Father's Day," I said, gazing lovingly into his eyes.
Chapter 6 - Their Turn
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OK, so I know this sounds all but impossible but even after catching a
glimpse of my stud of a husband fucking his mother I put it totally out
of my mind until my dad was finished with me. Even then he had to turn
my attention to the other incestuous couple in the room.
"Ummmmm, Kelly?" my dad said softly with a huge grin on his face as his
head bobbed in the direction of Steve and his mother.
Holy crap... FINALLY!
It was too bad we didn't have the place rigged with cameras as I knew I
was going to forever regret not paying more attention (or maybe not!) to
how things had gotten started but obviously something had set events in
motion. Sure enough, there was my perfect husband on top of his mother,
much the same as my dad had been on top of me just a few moments before,
banging away at her. Somewhere along the line he'd stripped and I
couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight of his awesome naked body and
perfect ass. Yeah, I wanted a piece of that later, that was for sure!
I turned back to my dad who was grinning like a loon. No wonder as I
knew he always had a thing for Steve's mom although he'd been careful to
hide his feeling for her - not as much as I think he thought he did
though. She was older than my mom and not in as good of shape but still
respectably "mature". Her bikini days were long gone but that's not to
say she didn't look sexy in the right outfits. At the moment she was
still mostly dressed as it appeared all they had done was lift her dress
up far enough for her oldest son to get between her legs and pull her
white panties to the side enough for him to get his dick into her.
Wow, how had this started? Did they have oral first? Was this their
first position or had they been in others before I'd seen them? So many
questions for him later!
More memories... more thoughts of the past back to when Steve and I first
dated. He was the first boy I dated and I blew him on the very first
date - my first BJ as well so I was quite nervous. Sure my mom had told
me how to do one, even bringing out on of her dildos to demonstrate but
there's something about a real dick that a piece of plastic can't
replicate. I was successful - taking the first load in my mouth thanks to
my inexperience in knowing when a boy was about to cum but Steve thought
it was deliberate so it worked out well.
Once Steve took my virginity it was like we couldn't get enough sex. Oh
sure he'd had lost of girls before me but for me it was all new and I
didn't date any other boys other than Steve. After all, I loved him and
was going to marry him. Oh to be fourteen and so naive again. Then
again, I DID marry him although it was over a decade later and literally
hundreds of other men for me.
The point being we had sex everywhere - in his car, at school, the mall,
the theater, the park, and anywhere else we had the remotest chance of
getting away with it. We had it in my room even when my parents were
home which freaked Steve out at first although he soon learned that my
parents never disturbed us. My dad once remarked that he'd rather we do
it in my room than some back seat of the car. Steve wasn't sure whether
my dad was joking or what but I knew he was just being honest. Of course
also didn't know that my parents, especially my dad, liked to peak in now
and then to see how things were going!
We also had sex at his house whenever we could get alone which wasn't all
that easy with his brother and sister being around all the time. Then
came the fateful day we THOUGHT we were alone only to be interrupted
right in the middle of things by his mother with her camera! To his
credit, Steve never pulled out or even softened a bit when his mother
appeared although I know he was scared. Looking back it had to be
obvious to everyone what we were doing but back then we thought we were
being so secretive.
To make a long story short (the long version is in my diary) Steve's mom
wasn't mad and didn't lecture us. This may sound crazy (and I certainly
thought it was at the time) but it ended up with Steve fucking his mom
right in front of me. Of course I'm leaving out a LOT in between but
that's the meat of the story. It was my first exposure to incest (I had
no idea what was going on within my own family yet at that age) and I was
shocked to say the least - not to mention incredibly turned on.
Afterwards I sort of expected things to change around his mom but as it
turned out, nothing did. In fact, Steve would never even talk about it
with me afterwards and his mom acted as if nothing had ever happened.
Years later when we were reunited and even after I married him, Steve
maintained his silence. In fact, if I even mentioned the subject it
would lead to some of our biggest argument so I learned to avoid the
subject entirely.
Yet now, after all these years, it was like history was repeating itself.
Once again Steve was naked and his mom was wearing a dress. Once again
they were on a couch although this time it was in our basement and not
his mom's. Most importantly, once again his wonderful dick (Yes, I LOVE
it) was buried out of site in his mother's hairy pussy.
Neither of them were saying a word although the breathing was pretty
heavy and ragged. We must have caught them towards the end as within a
couple of minutes Steve was cumming into his mother's pussy for the first
time in eighteen years! I'd seen him fucking my own mother many times
by now but this was the first time I'd watched him with his own mom since
we'd been married and I thought it was one of the most erotic sights
ever.
When he was finished he dropped to her side, keeping himself in her for a
while before finally slipping off and struggled to his feet. For the
first time since I started watching he turned to us and then his eyes
bored into mine.
"Well, are you happy now?"
I smiled at him. He said it in a nice tone of voice, as if he was
actually wondering if I was happy and not some sarcastic snarky comment.
Marlene sat up and brushed her hair back from her face. She was flushed
and undoubtedly had cum at least once during their lovemaking.
"I can't believe this," she sighed, burying her hands in her face.
Silence for a moment as the three of us looked at her, waiting for her to
continue. Was she upset? Mad? Would she blame me? Was my relationship
with Steve totally screwed now?
My heart was racing and then she lowered her hands and looked at me with
a sly smile.
"Don't think you're so smart young lady... you have NO idea."
Chapter 7 - Back Home With Our Girls
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An hour or so later Steve and I were back in our little apartment with
two very tired young girls which we quickly put to bed. I put my arms
around Steve as we stood by the crib admired little Kylie as her older
sister slept on the opposite side of the room.
"You know... someday you're going to hear those words," I whispered to
him. Steve looked down at me with a questioning look so I finished,
"Fuck me daddy... only you're going to have to deal with two of them!"
Steve leaned down and we kissed.
"Well, I'm sure if they turn out to be as wonderful of daughters as their
mother I'm going to be one happy father."
God I loved him so much at that moment! Such a relief, so much weight
was off my shoulders. I'd worried for years whether Steve would embrace
my heritage and make our daughter 3rd generation incest girls. Would he
allow them the honor of giving themselves to their father their first
time, to please him throughout their lives as only a daughter can for her
father? I was so worried and as it turned out... for nothing.
After Steve's mom had teased me the conversation surprisingly steered
away from what had all just happened. It was like nobody wanted to talk
about and we gathered our things and quickly headed upstairs to where my
Aunt was playing with Mia while poor Kylie was asleep in her bassinette.
Clearly my aunt was curious but again, nothing was said by anyone. It
was like there was so much to say it was just too much to even begin so
we all sort of came to the same conclusion that it would be better to
deal with it another time.
Of course I wasn't about to let that last for long so no sooner had we
strapped the girls in and started heading back home that I grilled my
husband for details. It wasn't the sex that interested me - it was just
sex after all even if it was between my husband and his mother. No... I
wanted to know more about that teasing comment at the end. No idea???
So here's what I learned. It was sort of like back when I first started
having sex with my dad and my mom finally allowed me in on all the family
secrets. Yes, it was a lot to take in, almost overwhelming.
It seemed that after Steve's mom and siblings moved to California, things
went a little crazy. Basically everyone was fucking everyone. Yes, my
best friend finally got her wish and got to fuck her older brother after
being jealous of me for so long. Yes, both Steve and his brother fucked
their sister and mother and even the two girls got in on the act. He
claimed I was to blame - although I think that was a bit of an
exaggeration.
Things went along just fine for years. His brother and sister even moved
into their own apartment and posed as a married couple. Steve lived with
his mom, sharing her bed and acting more as her lover than a son.
Then, as they say, the shit hit the fan. Apparently one day they got a
little carried away and thought the office was deserted and were doing it
in the conference room on the big table when her boss walked in. The
office sex itself was against company policy and then he discovered WHO
she was having sex with. Yep, it hit the fan.
At that time Steve was in his mid-twenties so there was nothing illegal
about them having sex. Fortunately Marlene is VERY good at her job so her
boss wasn't anxious to fire her being nobody else knew about her
incestuous relationship with her son. So what to do?
So now I know why they were transferred back to Pittsburgh. It was
accept a job somewhere away from the current office or be fired and
nobody wanted her fired. The biggest problem was what to do about their
relationship?
What they came up with was that while he would still live with her, they
would stop having sex. It would have been too much to go totally chaste
so they compromised on allowing anything so long as the clothes stayed
on. It didn't matter how much so long as bare skin to skin was avoided.
Of course neither of them was happy with the compromise but they both
knew that if they allowed themselves to go further that they would never
be able to stop, hence the anger they had whenever the subject came up.
"So why didn't you just tell me?" was my biggest question followed
closely by, "So why come out so against incest in your family?"
While he answered I'm not sure if I will ever get the complete picture.
It's one reason I caution people considering incest to think carefully
before they cross the line as it can open doors and lead to things they
never envisioned - or wanted. Steve and his mom are classic examples of
how messed up things can get when problems arise.
No matter and I'm not pressing the issue anymore. What's important is
that Steve is now anxious for his girls to grow up and submit to him as I
have been praying for so long that they could. I'm glad to see that he
had finally opened up about his mother, at least mostly, and it's going
to take time to see where this one goes. You can't put the genie back in
the bottle so hopefully everything turns out.
In the meantime this will likely go down as one of them incredible
Father's Days I'll ever experience and I just hope the two most important
men in my life feel the same!!
THE END