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   "Good Morning Daddy," my little girl exclaimed as she bussed me on the
cheek with a wet kiss.  She had come up from behind and surprised me with
her exuberance, but then, she was always one to show and share her
affection.  I wasn't, however, prepared for what came next.

   As she came around to the front of me she twirled around giving me a
three-sixty of her body asking, "Do you like?"

   She was wearing one of my old t-shirts and it fit her teen-age body like
a glove.  It barely covered her tight, curvaceous ass and her pert young
breasts were enticingly pronounced through the thin material.  Added to
that was the heightened state of her nipples poking their way through the
front and I felt a strong stirring within my manhood.

   "Uhhh...yeah...great," I stammered, "You look great.  Where did you get
that old shirt of mine?"

   "Oh, Grandma found it for me and gave it to me," she replied
nonchalantly as she made her way to the kitchen cabinet seeking her morning
cereal.

   As she stretched for the box on the second shelf I couldn't help but
watch the end of her shirt slide up over her ass exposing her pink panties
that were tightly bunched in her crack.  I wondered, for a moment, what her
naked young ass looked like before I chastised myself for thinking such
thoughts about my daughter.  I mean, really...

   "Leave it to Grandma," I chuckled.

   "Leave what to Grandma," I heard echoed in the room and turned to see
Mom coming into the suddenly crowded kitchen.

   "Nothing," I laughed in reply, "I was just commenting on my daughter's
new nightie that's all, and she said you found it for her."

   "Oh that," she said dismissively with a wave of her hand as she made her
way to the coffee pot.

   "Thanks again Grandma," my daughter enthusiastically offered between
munches of cereal.

   "You're welcome sweetie" answered Grandma as she settled in a chair
across the table from me.  "You need to hurry up or you'll be late for
school El and we don't want that now do we?"

   "Awww Granma," El protested picking up her empty bowl and making her way
to the sink.

   As she headed towards the hallway I cast one more furtive glance at the
delicious young body outlined in my t-shirt and once again felt that old
familiar stirring.  Shaking my head as her cute bum made its way beyond the
doorway my erotic thoughts were jarred by my Mother saying, "It's time you
know?"

   "Huh?" I grunted in disbelief, "What...what do you mean?"

   "Oh, I think you know what I mean David," Mom said rather
matter-of-factly, "And if you don't, then you are more hopelessly out of
touch with things emotionally than even I had feared."

   "You don't mean...," I stuttered, "You're not saying..."

   "Yes David," she said while cutting off my reply, "That's precisely what
I'm saying."

   She locked eyes with me and let a little smile cross her lips as she
took another drink of her coffee.

   "How, how do you know that," I asked in disbelief.

   "Oh we've chatted," was her demure reply.

   Stunned, I sat there in silence for a few minutes trying to take in what
my Mom, MY MOM, had just said to me.

   "But Mom," I protested "She's my daughter for crying out loud, how could
she...how could I..."

   But once again, before my thoughts could find words Mom interrupted,
"Just like we did, and have done, for the past twenty five years."

   Her words ran rampant through my mind's eye as a memory from long ago
overtook me.

   **********

   It was a bright, warm summer day.  Mom and I had gone to the park to get
out of the house and enjoy the arrival of summer break from school.  Mom
was seemingly there, but not there as we wound our way through the park. 
When we came up to a shaded spot Mom sat down saying she needed to rest a
minute.  That's when it happened.  I was sitting across from her and she
looked me right in the eye and pulled up her summer dress, exposing the top
of her nylons and garter belt.

   I remember the mixed feelings of lust and embarrassment from that sight.
Mom was quite a looker, and still is for that matter.  I had episodes of
glimpses of her in various stages of dress, but nothing as blatant and
obvious as this.  She gave me a knowing smile and nod of her head as she
settled down her dress.  I had the `hots' for Mom, I mean, what guy didn't
think his Mom was the hottest thing going and spent many long and lonely
nights lusting after them.  But this, what to make of this?

   She didn't say or do anything more.  It just sort of hung over us, and
soon we made our way back home.  I thought a lot for the rest of the day
about what had happened, and being early on in my adolescent sexual
overdrive, I pretty much carried a day long hard-on.  That night, soon
after I had made my way to bed and turned off my light Mom came into my
room and sat on the edge of my bed.

   "Baby, you asleep," she whispered.

   "No Mom," I answered somewhat in shock and awe that she was in my
bedroom.

   I felt the stirring in my rod as images of the day's event passed
through my mind, and questions of what exactly she was doing in my room. 
"Well, Baby," she said in a hushed voice, "I thought maybe I should explain
what happened in the park today."

   "What...what do you mean," I replied, trying miserably to feign
ignorance as to what she was referring to.

   "You know," she purred as I watched her slip her hand under my blankets,
"When I pulled my dress up."

   "Oh...oh that," I stammered.  "I hardly noticed," I lied unconvincingly.

   "Hmmm," she continued to purr, as her hand made its way deeper under my
covers, "That's not what I saw."

   By now her hand was covering the sizable hard-on that was beneath my
underwear and the feel of her hand on me made me jump in both surprise and
lustful abandon.  "Mmmm," she let out softly, "That's what I'm talking
about Baby.  I could see your reaction from where I was, and it was
startlingly close to what I'm feeling beneath my hand right now."

   "Oh Mom," I groaned.

   Slowly she moved her hand up and down my now throbbing shaft and it was
all I could do to not lose what I knew to be a huge load of sticky cum.  So
many nights, so many times I had thought about, masturbated to this moment,
never, for once thinking it would, or could actually happen.

   She was wearing a thin, sheer robe and I could see her silky negligee
underneath.  I didn't need the light to tell me it was my favorite baby
blue set that she had on.  She slipped her hand beneath my underwear and
now was playing with my naked rod, and damn, it felt soooooo good.

   "Do you like that Baby," she asked in a soft voice, "Do you like the
feel of Mommy playing with you?"

   "Yes Mom," I replied in a husky groan, "Oh yes..."

   That was it, that was all my tender young lust could take and I let go
with load after load of hot sticky jizz.  A warm smile crossed her face as
she continued to rub my cock a few more times.  "Oh Baby, I made you mess,"
she said in mock surprise.  "Here, let me help you get cleaned up."

   She lifted the covers from my body and slipped my shorts down my legs
and lowered her head into my crotch.  I was limp from having shot my load
but almost immediately I could feel myself harden as her tongue busily
licked up my hot cum and her mouth enclosed my rod.  I couldn't believe
what was happening.  Mom, MY MOM, was giving me head.  What to think?  What
to say?

   I didn't have much time to think as she took my hand and slipped it
beneath the top of her negligee and guided it to her firm, luscious breast.
By now I was once again fully hard and I couldn't believe the feel of her
in my hand.  So long had I wanted to touch her, so long had I admired her
babies...but this, THIS, never in a million years did I think anything like
THIS would ever be.

   "That's it Baby," Mom cooed, "Touch me Baby, make Mommy feel good."

   She guided my hand over to her other breast and let my fingers feel her
hard, jutting nipple.  I soooooo wanted to taste her, to lick her fullness,
to....dear God...to fuck her?  "Mmmm," she moaned, "Mommy's little man is
all big and hard again.  What to do, what to do?"

   She looked at me with a look I had never seen before.  Burning lust is
what I would come to know it as, but that night, I couldn't describe it,
but I knew I KNEW what it held in store for me.  She pulled up her negligee
and slipped up along side of me on the bed.  She lifted her leg over me,
straddling me and guided my throbbing monster into her flaming hole. 
"That's it, that's it Baby," she groaned, "Cum to Momma, let Mommy feel
your hard cock deep inside her."

   Incredible, earth-shattering, mind-blowing that is just some of what
describes the state of my being as I felt her slip onto me.  And once in,
she masterfully rode me up and down deep inside her chamber.  I felt her
walls alternately grip and release me as she worked me.  She had brought my
hands up and under her negligee by this time and was helping me play with
her breasts as she softly moaned her erotic delight.  "Help me Baby," she
moaned, "Fuck Mommy hard, give me all of you Baby, fill me with your hot
seed."

   I began to meet her plunges on my rod with hurried thrusts of my own and
the sound of our bodies colliding took their place next to the moans and
groans of erotic pleasure that filled the nighttime air.  "Yes Baby yes,"
Mom cried, "Fuck me Baby, fuck your Mommy."

   It was too much excitement for my oversexed body to handle and soon I
was shooting load after load deep inside her pussy.  She cried out in
pleasure and began to shake uncontrollably on the end of my cock.  She
squeezed my rod as though milking me of every last drop of cum and she
vigorously rubbed her breasts with my more than willing hands.  "Oh Baby,"
she cried out collapsing on top of me, "That was wonderful."

   We let several minutes pass as we tried to regain our breath and
composure.  Mom kissed me several times about the neck and cheek, and then
surprised me, again, by sharing a long, deep, passionate kiss on my lips.
She probed my mouth with her tongue and I could taste the sticky saltiness
of myself on her.  "Thank you Baby," she whispered in my ear, "You don't
know how much I needed that."

   The intensity of the moment and the incredible energy expended soon took
their toll on me and I floated off to sleep.  The next morning when I woke
up Mom was gone and I had to shake myself several times to believe that
what happened, had actually happened.  But when I realized I wasn't wearing
my underwear, and I could still smell the fragrance of Mom's perfume on my
pillow, the enormity and wonder of what had happened began to settle into
my consciousness.

   ***********

   "Gone somewhere?"

   Mom's question brought me back to the present time and sheepishly I
replied, "Yes, for a moment there I was..." but brought myself up short
from finishing my thought.

   She laughed and said, "That's okay, you're entitled.  Working as hard
and long as you do, it's a wonder you don't space out more often."

   That wasn't the first time I had heard something like that from her, nor
was she the only one.  El's Mom had said it repeatedly to me during our
stormy and oftentimes bitter marriage.  "You're married to your job not
me," she said on more occasions than I could count and eventually that
truism caused her to find somebody else to take care of her needs.

   She left me, with a note, and I only had our daughter to bring back any
memories of her.  The fact that she knew I would never give up El made our
divorce go handily and speedily though her financial demands had made the
first few years a lot tighter than I had planned.  But it was more than
worth it and Mom had been there immediately to lend a helping hand in the
daily tasks raising El had involved.

   That was almost ten years ago, El had just turned five and though she
asked a few times "When's Mommy coming home" it never became a big deal and
she shifted seamlessly into the warmth of her Grandmother's love and
attention.  In fact, there were many times when we would be out and about
and people would mistakenly think that we were her parents and more often
than not El would not do anything to correct that oversight.

   "Mom, seriously," I said somewhat exasperated, "You know how important
my job is, not only to me, but our little family here.  But that's not what
I want to talk about.  I want to know more about this...  this being...the
time...and what you mean in regards to us."

   "Well, David," she said slowly, "She's the same age you were when we
first started our relationship."

   That was true.  I was just fifteen when Mom and I started what was now a
twenty-five year affair.  Even when I was married Mom and I met
clandestinely to continue what neither one of us was able, or willing, to
give up.  It was special, it was intimate, and it was something I knew I
couldn't live without.

   Dad had died when I was ten.  A sudden and out of the blue heart attack
had taken him from us.  It had put an incredible strain on my Mom but she
never complained or did she ever let me worry that we would make it
through. Now, with my business running on all cylinders, and my short-lived
marriage in the rear view mirror, we shared our love and affection honestly
with one another, though we did make sure that El didn't know the extent of
our relationship beyond that of Mother and son.  At least that's what I
thought.

   "And," she continued, "She is much more aware than your ordinary
teen-age girl."

   "I agree with that Mom, but how does that all fit into what you were
saying earlier, about it being time?"

   "Well, we have had some...ummm...chats," she replied somewhat
hesitantly.

   "Chats" I echoed.

   "Yes, chats.  Mother-daughter, birds and the bees type discussions."

   "And," I asked, urging as much as I could for her to fill out her
cryptic statements.

   "Well, last month she came to me with a pretty startling revelation."

   "Oh, oh," I thought, "What now?"

   "Seems one night when we got together, she heard us...well...making love
in your bedroom.  She came down the hall to see what the ruckus was all
about and watched us making love.  The next morning, after you left for
work, she confronted me about it."

   "And, what did you say?"

   "I told her the truth of course.  I told her I loved her Daddy more than
any man in my life, more than even her mother had loved you, and that we
had been lovers for many years."

   "Oh God," I blurted out.

   "She wanted to know how long, so I told her.  I said I had made love
with your Daddy since he was fifteen years old, and even when he was
married to her Mommy, we met and made love.  She wanted to know why we just
didn't get married and I explained to her about the taboos on that sort of
thing happening.  She seemed to understand and then asked if and when she
could make love to you, and if I would mind."

   "She said that," I exclaimed somewhat dumbfounded.

   "Yes, exactly that and in those exact words," and as she finished her
reply she looked me straight in the eye.  "Now, it's up to you to decide,
for you to make a decision.  She's made hers, now the onus is on you.  What
you think, what you feel."

   I sat there in stunned silence, not knowing what to think or feel.  As
the clock on the wall behind me ticked through the seconds, then minutes, I
was completely at a loss for words.  "I...I don't know," I finally managed
to say.  "I guess I need some time to think this out, to explore all the
parameters of what something like this means and would involve."

   "You do love her David, that's obvious," said Mom, "But the question is,
do you love her in the way and sense that she thinks she loves you."

   "Yes, yes, as usual, you're absolutely right Mom," I said meekly.

   Standing up, I glanced at her, and slowly started making my way to the
door and somehow trying to right myself for work.  I kissed Mom on the lips
as I trudged past and quietly closed the door behind me as I left.

   **********

   Grandma, or Sandy as she was otherwise known, folded her arms beneath
her ample bosom as she stared at the door her son had just quietly closed.
While she had been truthful with him, she hadn't quite told him everything
and for a few moments she let that filter through her mind.

   When El had first told her of her desires it had brought Sandy full
circle.  She was brought back to that time when she had first known her
Daddy's love and the lengthy relationship she had known with him as she had
grown, married, and took her son as her lover.

   She remembered the last time she had made love with her Daddy.  It was
the night before he too had passed away from an ill-timed heart attack, and
she remembered with deep thanksgiving that she had availed herself to him
that night.  When he first called she hadn't thought it possible that they
could meet.  Her husband was working late, David was just five and she
couldn't leave him alone.  But there was an eerie sense of need and
foreboding that had washed over her as she listened with a compassionate
heart to her Daddy's pleadings.  She finally relented, made arrangements
with a neighbor to watch David and made her way to her Daddy's house.

   As they made love that evening she felt a bond that she had never known
before in their lovemaking.  He had been slow, tender, and full of
endearing affection.  As they lay naked together composing themselves after
their lovemaking, her Daddy shared with her that he had been his mother's
lover since he had been thirteen years old.  He spoke fondly and glowingly
of his Mom and what he had both learned and enjoyed through their
relationship.  He then revealed that his Mom had had an affair with her
father, who had shared the fact that he too had had an affair with his
mother.  "So I guess," he had told her, "What we have shared and known is
almost like carrying on a family tradition."

   He explained that his Mother initially sought solace and love in and
through him after his Father had abandoned them.  That it grew to be more
than lustful pandering of one's heart was the most satisfying thing he
could recall.  Sandy had never known her Mother, as she had passed away
during childbirth.  Her Father had raised her, alone, teaching her to be
not only respectful, but compassionately affectionate with those that meant
something to her.  She never thought it odd or perverted that her Daddy
held her, kissed her, and yes, touched her in ways that her friend's
Daddy's didn't seem to.  But, then, she had thought it was because her
Daddy was somehow different, in a better sort of way, than other Daddy's in
that he had to be not only Daddy but a Mommy as well.

   When she had first known his love, she was barely fourteen.  But her
Daddy made her feel like she was oh so many years older, and wiser, and
more beautiful than she imagined.  He had been careful, and tender,
solicitous of her needs...and attentive to the initial pain she had to come
through as she lost her virginity to him that night.  He was never jealous
of the many boys she passed through, always there, and always supportive
and with full support and commitment he had joyfully given her in marriage
to David's Father.  And though she loved her husband without a doubt, there
was just something she felt, that she received from her Daddy that she
never found with her husband.

   When David's Father passed away so suddenly she had gone through a long
and deep depression.  She found her solace and joy in being with and
watching David grow.  As he matured, she was struck by the little nuances
and looks that David had that reminded her of not only his Father, but her
Father as well.  Though she eventually had dated a few men after a couple
of years, she found her attention, and love, was becoming more and more
drawn and focused on David.

   She was confronted with her own sexual desires after she first `caught'
him masturbating one evening as she went to bed.  Though she never told
David about the incident, she had gone to bed that night and pleasured
herself as she revisited the images of her son tending to his needs.  What
was he thinking?  Did she enter his thoughts?  And, of course, as she
prolonged her pleasure, inevitably she was brought back to her Father and
his touch, and those many nights she found love and comfort in his arms and
his bed.

   She had studied her son after that night, as a wary lover might, seeking
his looks, his glances, and wondering if...  When she finally decided she
would try and seduce him, she wanted it to be with some sense that it would
be mutual, and not scare him away from her.  That's why she thought about
`exposing' herself to him, and then based upon his reaction either going
forward or leaving things alone.  When he displayed his physical response
to her, she was overcome with warm and endearing feelings of want, need,
and appreciation.  When they got home, she was ever vigilant to see what he
did and several times she heard him beyond his closed door, pleasuring
himself so she knew she could, would, and did come on to him that night.

   After that night, she knew there was no turning back, nor did she feel
any kind of remorse or guilt.  The physical and emotional bond they shared
was every bit as strong and true as that she had known with her husband,
but more to the point, what she had known and shared with her Father.  That
David wanted and needed to continue their relationship after his marriage
filled Sandy with deep, abiding love.  And when his wife left him, she was
only too happy to move in, help David with raising El, and finally, know
the stability and security of being his lover for as long as he wanted. 
But El...goodness El...what a revelation had she become...

   ********

   As I drove absentmindedly to work that morning, another image made its
way into my conscious.  The morning following our interlude, I was nervous
and had absolutely no idea what to expect as I made my way to the kitchen.
Mom was busily working her way around the kitchen preparing breakfast,
humming to herself as she went about her tasks.  I sat down at the table
and let my eyes roam over Mom's body and to my surprise I felt myself
stirring once again and wondered what the day held in store.  Mom brought
me a plate of bacon and eggs with a side of French toast and paused after
setting them down.  "Hey Baby," she offered full of life and joy, "How's my
main man this morning?"

   "Uhhh...great Mom," I replied with uncertainty running through my voice.

   "That's wonderful Baby," she said.  "Well, I know I shouldn't have, but
I called in sick to work today, thinking maybe we should spend some quality
time together, and talk about things."

   "Oh, okay," I answered meekly fully conscious of the now hardened member
between my legs, "That sounds great Mom."

   Mom finished cleaning up the kitchen while I ate in silence.  It offered
me time to more fully look her over and though she never said anything I am
sure she was fully aware of my lustful eyes on her.  She turned and smiled
at me as she said, "I'm going out on the patio to sit for a few minutes. 
Why don't you come out there and join me when you're done?"

   Without waiting for my reply she slipped out the backdoor.  I was left
with my thoughts, my desires, and one incredibly hard rod.  I hurried
through the little bit of breakfast I had left and stopping for a moment to
try and hide the tell-tale bulge in my pants I stepped out onto the patio.
Damn what a sight.

   He remembered his Mom's beautiful, radiant smile that morning and her
soft call to him to draw near.  Intoxicated with overwhelming feelings and
emotions, mesmerized by the beauty of the image before him, he remembered
approaching her as if on air and forever he was lost in the spell, no, the
love, that he both felt for her, and he felt from her.  She taught him to
enjoy the pleasure of her garden that morning, slipping her panties down
her long, sensuous legs, spreading wide and having him knell between them.
Talking softly, she guided him, encouraged him, and thoroughly enjoyed the
wonder of him providing her with oral delight.

   They returned inside, and went directly to her bedroom, where she
slowly, tenderly undressed him, smothering him with kisses and licks and
touches that drove him wild.  Then, after propping him up in the middle of
her bed, she slowly stripped for him, giving him full view of all her body
was, and had to offer him.

   Then, they made love.  He didn't know, nor did he care how long it was,
he just remembered he didn't want it to stop, if he could, he wanted to
freeze that time, forever, and live in the warmth, the beauty, the love
that was so overwhelming powerful then.  And though, of course, it was not
possible, he found that each and every time he made love with his Mom from
that point on, each time was better, more fulfilling than any he had known
before.  Yes, it was something that had forever changed him, and changed
him for the good.  But now, with this revelation about El, what...oh
what...to do...

   ********

   Sandy was brought back to her senses by the voice of her granddaughter
yelling from the other room.  "Grandma, could you come in here for a
minute?"

   Sandy smiled and made her way into the hallway and drew herself up as
she looked into the family room.  "What in the world," she exclaimed.

   El was standing on the treadmill David had bought during his `health
kick' in knee high socks, a sweater top, and...nothing else.  Sandy
repeated herself, and through a giggle El replied, "I don't want to go to
school today Grandma.  It's only a half-day anyway, and I would much rather
stay here at home with you...and..."

   El didn't finish her statement, she just looked at her Grandma with
pleading, lustful eyes and Sandy began to feel the stirring within that had
become all too frequent and often about El.  Sandy's initial conversation
with El, about her relationship with her Daddy had led them to explore both
El's thoughts and needs about things sexual.  Sandy felt drawn towards her
granddaughter as they talked and shared.  As their conversation lengthened
and deepened, Sandy became more aware of her feelings, and the allure El
was having on her.

   She was moved by El's matter-of-fact revelation of her feelings and want
for her Daddy, yet as their talk proceeded, Sandy found herself wondering
if, well maybe, her granddaughter's feelings and desires might extend to
her too.  Sandy noticed the young, budding sexuality of El, and try though
she might to keep her mind on the conversation at hand, she felt her own
needs, wants, and desires overtaking her, creating an overwhelming desire
to...make love with her granddaughter.

   As they discussed her Daddy, her lover, and what a sexual relationship
might mean and entail, Sandy deftly shifted the conversation towards El,
her budding sexuality, and feelings.  Sandy couldn't help herself as she
leaned forward and gently kissed El's forehead.  She let her hand roam
across El's knee, and up along the inside of her thigh as she let her soft,
gentle kisses rain down on her face and she moved towards her tender lips.

   She found El's lips as her hand found El's wet panties and the moment
was both electric and earth-shattering.  El neither withdrew nor feigned
surprise.  It was natural, refreshing, and totally engaging.  There was a
hunger...a deep seated need and want...for and from both of them and as the
seconds gave way to minutes...the whirl of the moment enveloped them in
their own timeless sharing of each other, body and soul.

   The feel of El's tender young breast beneath her fingers, the wet
explosion between her legs, and the hunger of her lips and mouth had drawn
Sandy into her like no other relationship she had known before.  The power,
indeed the lure of her youthful exhilarations touched feelings and sexual
pangs that were buried deep within Sandy's being.  And their letting loose
brought such joy and satisfaction Sandy knew she could not live without.

   The hungry, frantic love making was followed by a long, passionate,
tender touching and sharing.  They talked open and freely about her Daddy,
and her feelings for him and the unabashed love she felt from and for
Sandy. That's when Sandy knew she needed not only El to know her Daddy's
love, but a tie for all of them to be and share as one.

   El came over to her Grandmother and gently kissed her on the lips. 
Sandy knew there was to be no school for her that day as she gently guided
her loving granddaughter towards the couch as her lips hungrily devoured
El's and her hands roamed freely over her young wanting and willing body...

   ********

   The morning's revelations left David tormented.  He canceled all his
meetings for the day and told his secretary he was not to be disturbed as
he made his way into his office and locked the door behind him.  What he
hadn't told his Mom was just as haunting as what she had shared with him.
For the past several years he had taken more than a keen interest into the
budding sexual allure of his daughter.  He had tried, unsuccessfully, to
banish his urgings and thoughts from his mind but as she grew into a young,
sexual beauty he had found himself thinking longer and harder about her and
his desire for her.

   His Mom's revelation, indeed encouragement, had brought all to the fore
and as he grappled with it, he found himself both weakening and falling for
the idea.  He had found himself sneaking peeks and glances into his
daughter's room and her time in the bathroom.  He had, more times than he
wanted to admit, found himself in her bedroom, late at night watching her
sleep and fighting the urge to slide into bed with her and make passionate
love.  He had wrestled with the thought of was it mere sexual desire,
lustful and forbidden cravings or was it love, the need, want and desire to
give and share with her what was at the fore of his being.

   And coupled with that was his relationship and feelings with his Mom. 
There had not been any lessening of his need and desire for her.  In fact,
as his desire for his daughter grew, his love making with his Mother was
reaching new heights and peaks here-to-for untouched by them, or at least
for him.  That his Mother seemingly both wanted and approved of his having
a relationship with El, lessened his own sense of guilt and shame, yet it
seemed to him to also present possible issues and constraints he did not
know he could overcome.

   The strength of his relationship with his Mom would weather any storm,
of that he was certain.  What of the potential harm and danger for his
daughter?  Could he really give in to his feelings and desires, and not
think of the potential problems such would inevitably produce?  He sunk his
weary head into his hands and pondered, "What to do, dear God, what to
do..."

   ********

   Following their long, slow, sensuous session of morning love making,
Sandy and El retreated to the shower.  One thing led to another and soon
they found themselves in Sandy's bed sharing another steamy, torrid
session. As they gathered their strength and breath nestled in one
another's arms, El whispered, "Aren't you glad I talked you out of sending
me to school today Grandma?"

   Sandy couldn't help but giggle as she replied, "Yes my special one, yes
I am."

   Sandy was amazed at the effect her Granddaughter had on her, and how
deeply she touched what here-to-for were hidden feelings within her soul.
El was quite adept at making love, and as she demonstrated her wiles Sandy
found herself caught up in a heightened journey of the most intense erotic
passions.

   "Grandma," El asked tentatively, "Do you think Daddy liked what he saw
of me this morning?"

   "Oh El," exclaimed Sandy, "Yes he did.  He told me how much he not only
enjoyed it, but..."

   "But what Grandma," El asked excitedly.

   Sandy had caught herself before she said something that wasn't exactly
so.  She knew the angst and struggles her son was going through, but she
was also confident what the end result of his soul searching would be.

   "Well," Sandy said a bit cautiously, "Your Daddy is working out some
things in his own mind about you, and him, so he was a little guarded about
saying anything to you this morning.  After you left the room we sort of
talked about what you and I have discussed so now your Daddy needs to work
things out for himself."

   "Do you think he wants me," El asked matter-of-factly.

   "Yes Honey, yes I do," Sandy replied, "But maybe...well I might have an
idea or two that just might help your Daddy work out his thinking."

   "Grandma," El asked with some more hesitation in her voice, "Does
it...ummm...bother you, that I...ummm...I mean...well, what do you feel
about me and Daddy possibly...well, you know..."

   "Oh El," Sandy exclaimed, "I think it's wonderful.  I mean, I'm not
going to be around forever, and your Daddy needs someone who will look out
for him, take care of him, and make love with him.  Besides, I am looking
forward to sharing time with both of you...that is, if you don't mind."

   "You mean, us, together, at the same time...with Daddy?"

   "Yes Honey, I do."

   El seemed to explode with a burst of youthful exuberance as she said,
"Oh Grandma that would be wonderful.  I would love making love with Daddy
and you at the same time.  You are such an incredible lover Grandma and I
need your love, your touch...and to think we could share that love for one
another, with Daddy, at the same time.  That is almost too much to hope
for."

   "Oh El, I am so happy you feel that way," Sandy replied with her heart
warmed over by her Granddaughter's thoughts.  "But, I want you to know that
your first time with your Daddy is and should be very special.  That's why
it must be just you and him, alone.  There will be time for us later.  Do
you understand?"

   "Yes Grandma," answered El with earnest conviction.  "But how are we
going to make it happen, do you have any ideas?"

   Sandy smiled and looked at her loving Granddaughter with more than a
twinkle in her eye.  "Yes, El, yes I do..."

   And with that Sandy began to detail her idea for the coming evening.  El
was so overwhelmed by her Grandma's plan that her reward for sharing soon
found them entangled, once again in a hot and heavy love fest.

   ********

   David sat in his car for a few minutes trying to gather himself before
entering his home.  It had been a long, strenuous, yet unproductive day at
work.  All he could think about, all that he wrestled with was about his
daughter, himself, and his Mom.  Sighing heavily he opened the door and
trudged inside.

   "Oh you're home," Sandy said with a start.  "I didn't think we'd see you
until late this evening.  I was just heading out to go to the store and get
a couple of things."

   "Don't let me stop you," muttered David, "I had kind of a tough day so I
thought I'd come home early.  Maybe we can talk when you get back."

   "Sure Baby," Sandy replied as she kissed him warmly on the cheek,
"Whatever you want."

   As she made her way to the door, she stopped and said almost as an
afterthought, "El is up in her room working on some project.  She said she
wanted your help.  I'm not sure what it's about but maybe you could check
in on her while I'm gone and we can chat while I fix dinner."

   "Sure Mom," David answered feeling an uneasiness waft over him at the
mention of his daughter.  "I'll go right up and see what she wants."

   Sandy was out the door almost before he replied and David found himself
standing in the kitchen looking down the hall towards the stairs. 
Shrugging within himself, David girded his loins and headed towards El's
room.  He paused outside the slightly ajar door before rapping lightly and
half guided the door open.  He was not even close to being prepared for
what he saw.

   El was lying halfway down her bed with her knees propped up on the edge.
She was wearing a tight fitting half tank top that highlighted her
obviously aroused nipples.  Along with pink panties and pink knee highs she
was the picture of sexiness and temptation beyond description.  David
immediately felt the base instincts hardening his member, but all he could
do was stand there, dropped jawed and ogle his Baby.

   "I've been waiting for you Daddy," El softly said as she rose up from
the bed pulling her tank top over her head.

   She locked eyes with David and brought her face nose to nose with him,
pressing her pert breasts up against his chest.  "I've got a question for
you Daddy," she whispered as she let her lips graze his.  "Do you want me,"
she asked barely above a whisper as she kissed him, "As much as I want
you?"

   As her words pounded his psyche, El's hand began to deftly measure his
throbbing manhood, and her mouth swallowed his lips, her tongue darting in
and over his teeth, eagerly availing itself to him.  Overwhelmed,
overmatched the hunger of his kiss to hers, and his hands roaming freely
along her naked back answered the unanswered question.  El quickly opened
his zipper and hastily found his manhood and brought it from its cramped
prison.

   She gasped at his girth as she slowly took in what lay before her.  She
lowered her head, and hungrily took her Daddy deep inside her mouth, his
gasps and groans of delight spurred her to work his manhood with even more
joyous satisfaction.  She felt his hands run down her back, underneath the
lining of her panties, and there find her firm, tight ass slipping his
fingers down her crack, finding her wet pussy eager for his touch.  As she
sucked and pumped his monster, he probed her wet hole, teasing her clit and
working magic with his fingers that brought her to the edge of climax.

   But he knew the line, and backed off only to let his hands explore her
budding breasts.  He cupped them, teased them, stretched and twisted her
jutting nipples, all adding to the fury of her working his wondrous cock.
David had slipped her panties down her legs, and as he brought her head
back, off his manhood, he quickly ripped them the rest of the way off.  He
buried his head between her legs and the touch of his tongue on her burning
desire took El to heights of heaven's gate.  She had read about such oral
wizardry, but she never expected to know it, least of all by and through
her Daddy.  But then again, he was her Daddy, and he certainly knew his way
around a woman's body.

   El screamed out her delight as she let loose with one, then two, then
three hard, earth shaking orgasms.  She couldn't believe the power, she
couldn't believe the height...she was so far removed from the bindings of
time and space, so lost in the fevered love and being that was her Daddy.
Mark stood up and ripped his clothes from his body.  El got her first long
look at his manhood and wondered if...but surely...

   David lay beside her on the bed, smothering her with kisses and eagerly
licking her tender young flesh.  He rolled onto his back, letting El
straddle his body and with much tenderness said, "This might hurt a little
Baby, are you sure you want to do this?"

   "I've never been so sure of anything in all my life Daddy," gasped El,
"Take me Daddy, make me yours..."

   El took hold of her Daddy's cock and slowly lowered herself onto him. 
"Damn," she thought to herself, "He's so big, I hope I can take him, all of
him, inside me."

   The speed, the fury, the intensity of their love making overwhelmed
David's senses.  Was it the tribulations of the day, the lengthy
infatuation he had held for the past several years, he didn't know.  But he
knew this...his hunger for her was insatiable.

   As El guided his cock into her flaming hole David slowly followed her
lead.  He was surprised that her hymen didn't offer any resistance, but
then her erotic ways had convinced him she was not a beginner at such
pleasure.  Her eyes sparkled, her smile was broad and beaming, and as he
sank deeper inside her chamber she groaned with ecstatic delight, tilting
her head back and slowly began to pump and rock on him.

   There were no words to describe his pleasure, nor to explain the
comingling of their souls.  Higher they climbed, farther they roamed, and
as he felt the trembling of her body David felt himself beyond all he had
here-to-for ever known.  The explosion of his release flooded her, and wave
after wave of his hot seed seemed limitless.  Screams of joy and ecstasy
filled the room as they clung to one another, and El milked his rod for
more, for all he had to offer, to give.

   They settled in the height of their bliss for several minutes, then El,
with one final gasp collapsed on him.  "Oh Daddy, oh Daddy," El repeated,
"That was incredible, and oh so much more than I had thought, that I had
hoped to be possible."

   ********

   When Sandy had closed the door behind her, she immediately slunk over to
the carport window and looked back into the kitchen.  She watched as David
stood for several seconds before heading down the hall.  She went back into
the house, and carefully made her way down the hall and stealthily went up
the stairs.  She watched him pause at El's doorway, and saw him half knock,
half push her door open.  When he entered Sandy made her way quickly yet
quietly down to El's door and looked inside.

   When she shared her plan with El she had told her some but not all her
thoughts.  El did not know that when Sandy "left" for the store she had
every intention of actually circling back when David, if David, made his
way to her room.  For Sandy this was far too important, too meaningful of
an arrangement not to miss.  She had visions, so now she wanted to see,
first hand, their fruition.  And she had every reason to believe she would
not be disappointed.

   The thrill and excitement of the moment was supercharged as Sandy
watched El make her advance.  Sandy had told El that she needed to be the
aggressor, she needed to take charge to bring David out of his self imposed
restraints.  And she was more than willing to take the plunge.  Sandy
thought she felt the touch of El's lips upon her own as the two lovers'
began their erotic dance.  And Sandy felt it was her hand rubbing the
hardness of David as she had done oh so many times.

   The fury and the fervor of their love making tripped Sandy over the edge
and soon her hands were swarming freely over and under her clothing,
touching herself in all the intimate places and with an intensity only
exceeded by the scene unfolding in front of her.  She felt her lips on El's
tender young body as David licked, suckled and kissed El's breasts and
face. She tasted El on her lips as David feasted on her erotic garden.  And
as El climbed up on his massive member, Sandy felt him entering her, and
she gasped in the remembrance of him and all those glorious times they
shared together.

   As El collapsed onto David Sandy shuddered with her own self-induced
orgasm and for a moment was lost in the feeling of the erotic pleasure and
lust of what she had just witnessed.  As she found control of herself Sandy
stripped off her clothes, dropping them hither and yon on the hall floor
and smiled in excited anticipation of what was to unfold.

   "Now," she said to herself as she pushed opened the bedroom door and
stepped inside, "We begin a new chapter in our heralded Family
Tradition..."

   ********