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 TITLE: Girl Scout Dad - 2

   Copyright (C) 2009, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

   STORY CODES: Mg, MF, Threesome

   SUMMARY: Being a single dad of a girl scout does have its advantages. 
Steve has already connected up with one of the older girl scouts.  Will her
mother be next?

   ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction.  It is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors.  If you are
not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such
material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this
story.  Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely
coincidental.  I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children
in sexual oriented acts with adults.

   My name is Steve Hampton.  I'm 32 years old and have been a single dad
for the past 8 years.  Our daughter Melody was only 5 when my wife passed
away, dying at a young age from cancer.

   I have kept my daughter in Girl Scouts up through today.  She is 13
years old.  Another girl in the scouts, a friend of both Melody and myself,
is Sara.  She is a 14-year-old Hispanic girl that I have recently had a
sexual relationship with.

   It had been a couple of weeks since that one night Sara and I had sex.
But here I was again, taking her home alone.  We fucked in the car, in the
same park we were in when we first had sex.  When I got her home she had me
walk her to the door, just like before.  But this time the door opened just
as we were getting to it.

   Her mother opened the door.  Though we had spoken on the phone, I had
never met her before that moment and it was certainly a surprise.  The
woman that opened the door was as black as night.  Now it all made sense,
why Sara looked so much darker than most Hispanics.  Her mother was black,
her dad must have been Chicano.  Thus a dark Hispanic child.

   "You must be Mr Hampton I have heard so much about," she greeted me. 
"Please come in."

   As I stepped through the doorway I told her, "Just call me Steve.  I've
tried to get your daughter to call me that but she insists on calling me Mr
Hampton."

   "Call me Jada then," she countered.  "Have a seat here in the living
room." As I sat down she continued, "I know what you've done with my
daughter.  It is quite serious and we need to talk about it."

   I coughed, thinking that Sara had told her about us having sex.  "You
have taken her under your wing there at the Girl Scouts, watched over her,
kept her safe.  Every week you make sure that she gets there for the
meetings and then gets her safely home.  I don't know how to thank you."

   Whew, that was close, I thought.  "It's been my pleasure.  I know how
scary it can be for a newcomer in any organization or group of people. 
Besides your daughter is a wonderful girl, never causes any sort of
problems.  It's no trouble at all to give her rides.  Quite frankly I enjoy
her company."

   "Well nevertheless, thank you," Jada finished.  "It seems like for
months now Sara has talked about you.  I knew exactly what you looked like
before you walked through that door.  Sara and I have a very close
relationship.  She shares everything with me.  If you want to keep a secret
from me, don't tell it to Sara, because she will surely share it with me
before the day is out.  We are like that, Sara and me.  Even when she was a
little girl and being very naughty, she couldn't keep it from me."

   I laughed, "I'll remember that." Jada laughed too.  I hoped she was
wrong and that Sara had not told her mother about us.

   "Well, I just wanted you to know how much I really appreciate all you've
done for Sara.  I also wanted to invite you and your daughter Melody over
for dinner this weekend," she asked, "if that's OK with you."

   "Sure, Melody would like that," I responded.  While she was giving me
the details I don't think I heard any of it.  I started looking closely at
Jada.  She had short black hair on her near midnight skin.  She was thin,
about 5 foot 6 inches, maybe 120 pounds.  She had a pretty face and to me
looked like maybe in her late 20's.

   The following Friday Melody and I drove over to Jada and Sara's house
for dinner.  She cooked a beef roast that was incredible.  We chit-chatted
through the meal.

   "Well this meal was delicious," I told her as we finished.

   "Thank you," she replied.  "Girls, you can go play or whatever.  Steve
and I will clear the table." I nodded in agreement.

   Jada was old fashioned.  She did the dishes by hand.  She washed and I
dried.  When she was spraying off the suds on a dish it splashed up on me.
"Hey, right in the face," I laughed.

   Jada laughed.  "I wasn't even trying.  How about this?" She did a quick
squeeze and sprayed me right in the chest.

   Laughing I quickly grabbed for the spray nozzle.  We fought over it both
of us getting wet.  But by the time we were done I had the whole front of
her chest soaking wet.  Stepping back we turned and faced each other.

   My jaw dropped as I stared at her chest.  She had on a thin white dress.
But soaking wet as it was it became see-through.  Her breasts were
magnificent.  I would have thought I was looking at an 18-year-old.  Her
c-cup breasts stood straight out from her chest.  She clearly didn't have
on a bra.  Her nipples were erect.  I couldn't take my eyes away.

   "Steve, Steve," she kept saying until I finally looked at her.  "Maybe I
better take this off."

   "OK," I interrupted.

   "I mean go change out of these wet clothes before your eyes drop out of
your head." She laughed and walked away.  "Finish up the dishes won't you
please?" I did but the whole time I couldn't see anything but those
breasts.

   When she returned she had on a loose top and jeans.  "I feel more
comfortable in this anyway.  Oh, thanks for doing the dishes."

   The rest of the evening was uneventful.  We talked for about an hour and
then Melody and I went home.

   "Sara's mom is nice, isn't she?" Melody asked.

   "Yes definitely," I agreed.  It sounds ridiculous after fucking her
daughter Sara, but I was genuinely attracted to her mother Jada.

   "Pretty too don't you think?" she added.

   "Very much so," I said.  "Yes, very pretty.  I didn't even think that
she might be black."

   "African American Dad," Melody corrected me.  "Is that a problem?"

   "On the contrary Melody," I explained.  "I find her intelligent, funny,
and extremely attractive.  I can't figure out why her ex screwed it all
up."

   "Sara's mom didn't tell you a whole lot did she?" Melody stated.

   "Not much, not about her past," I said.

   "Sara shared more with me.  Jada's ex beat her a lot.  It was mostly
because he was impotent and felt he needed to blame it on someone so he
blamed her," Melody explained.

   "Well then who is Sara's dad?" I asked.

   "The ex's brother," Melody answered.  "The thing is her ex didn't find
out until Sara was 12.  He was furious.  That's when he started raping
Sara. He told Sara that her mother was worthless in bed and that Sara was
wonderful.  He praised up Sara to get her to want to have sex with him. 
When they got caught in the hospital, when Sara pulled the emergency help
cord, well it was by accident.  Sara didn't want her dad to get caught. 
She was climaxing and accidentally pulled the cord.  She liked having sex
with him.  She didn't understand why he had to go to prison.  But remember
she was only 12 at the time.  She understands now."

   I was quiet for a minute.  "She's had quite a life already and only 14
years old.  Anyway I like Sara's mom Jada."

   Weeks went by.  Melody started going over to her girlfriend Alice's
house each week after Girl Scouts.  I would take Sara home.  Her Mom was
usually working so we would fuck before Jada got home. But I hung around
until she got there so I could spend some time with her too.

   Jada would want to talk so I slowly got to know her better.  She
eventually shared with me all the information that my daughter Melody had
already told me.  We talked not only about our past but what we hoped for
in our future. Over time the talking took a turn to more physical activity.
We just never took it to the point of having sex together.  But I have to
tell you, Jada sure knew how to kiss, and those breasts were magnificent.

   I guess it was inevitable that I fell in love with Jada.  In fact I had
decided that this one evening after taking Sara home I would tell Jada how
I felt. I had already stopped having sex with Sara, now that I knew I was
in love with her mother. 

   "Steve, let's stop at the park," Sara suggested on our way to taking her
home.  It had been a month since we last had sex. 

   "As tempting as that sounds," I said, "I am going to pass.  I'm dating
your mom and it doesn't feel right." 

   "The way things are going," she reasoned, "you could soon be my dad and
then it really wouldn't be right.  Please just one last time, for old time
sake."

   She kept at me until I finally agreed.  Of course we went to our
favorite out-of-the-way place.  Just like we had done so many times before
I put the car seat down.  Moments later I was on my back, and Sara was
fucking me, her hands pressed up against the ceiling of the car.  She truly
was the best fuck I had ever had. 

   After taking Sara home, she tried to get me into bed again but I
refused. When Jada got home I told her.  "Jada, you are such a beautiful
woman, both inside and out.  I have fallen in love with you."

   "I feel the same way," she responded.

   Going down on one knee, I took her hand and looked up into her eyes. 
"Jada, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

   She smiled at me and said "Yes, yes, yes." I stood up and we kissed. 
"Come with me," she said as she led me to her bedroom.  We didn't waste any
time in removing our clothes.

   God Jada was beautiful.  We made love for the first time.  I knew this
was the woman that would finally fill the void left by the passing of my
late wife.  Afterward we were on our sides facing each other, whispering
about our future.  Jada was gently caressing my shaft as we talked.  Over
time it grew hard again.  Jada smiled and lifted her right leg up and over
my left so that I could slip inside of her warm pussy again.

   We slowly fucked as we kissed, lying there on her bed.  Jada suddenly
jerked as an orgasm hit her quick and hard.  Her movements shook the bed
such that I didn't notice someone climbing in behind me, not until I felt
her snuggle up to my back.

   "What?  Sara, what are you doing here?" I asked.

   "Oh hello dear," Jada said as her climax fell away.  "Come to join us?"

   "Yes momma," Sara said as she kissed me on the neck.  I was in shock. 
What was going on?

   "Here baby, you take him for a while.  I just came," Jada told her
daughter.  "Steve, make my daughter feel good too, you know, like you've
done so many times before."

   I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  Jada knew that I was fucking her
daughter and never said anything?  Sara pulled me onto my back.  I was
still hard, in spite of this new revelation.  Sara straddled me, slipping
down onto my hard cock, slowly fucking me.

   "I guess I did tell someone about us," Sara said to me.  "My mother. 
She's known all along." Jada was up on one elbow now watching Sara slide
her cunt up and down on my shaft.  "I just can't keep anything from Momma."

   "We are going to make a wonderful family, all four of us," Jada shared.
"But I think your daughter may get a little lonely if it's just the three
of us in bed together.  Don't you think we can do something about that
Steve, to bring her into the fold?"

   What was happening?  They want me to have sex with my daughter?  That's
incest.  Just the thought, well ...  "Oh God I'm cumming." I shot load
after load of cum up into Sara, but the vision I had was of my daughter,
sitting on me like Sara was, fucking me like Sara was.  Could I do that? 
Would I do that?

   The end (until Steve finds out)