Article 90763 of alt.sex.stories:
From: jsharpe@access.awinc.com (Caesar)
Subject: "Maid" (mf, inc, teen, voy)
Date: 4 Nov 1995 18:50:34 GMT

			 The Maid - Chapter I
			 ====================
			   by Caesar c1994

	She came highly recommended, with references and a resume that
greatly impressed me. The children loved her, my wife was thankful of
the excellent work she did, and I was able to spend more time with my
work. The maid also entered my family and began to systematically
control or terrorize everyone in the household. It was a warped and
demented person that used every device available to her to manipulate
me and my loved ones.

	Tiyar was gorgeous. And because of that simple fact, perhaps I
gave her too much lassitude. My wife was the one that actually hired
her, Linda was very impressed with the young woman she had hired.
Everything was going fine for several months, the new live-in maid was
perfect. Life between me and my wife was renewed. And my two kids
seemed happy with the maid, and the intoxicating feelings their
parents radiated. My wife even phoned the references, and they all
were impeccable and just a little impressive. And the months after she
moved in, proved that our patience and diligence in looking for the
perfect maid seemed to pay off when we found Tiyar.

	When things began to change, it wasn't anything huge or
obvious, just simple little intuitions that became more and more
obvious. For instance, my teenage daughter seemed to be infatuated
with the new woman in the house and followed upon every word and
action the maid did. While I noticed my wife was becoming the direct
opposite. Looking upon the brown skin beauty with contempt and
disgust, though she had yet to mention her feelings and I don't know
why her feelings have changed about the maid. In truth, I was the last
to realize what was going on in my own house.

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			The Maid - Chapter II
			=====================
			   by Caesar c1994

	"Sir, I found this note in the garbage. Is it yours?" The dark
brown innocent looking eyes of Tiyar awaited my answer as she held out
the crumpled paper to me.

	"Thank you." I took the note and read it. It was from my
business partner, and that an important meeting had been rescheduled,
to start and hour ago! I could not control the anger in my voice, "Did
you take this note Ti?" I often called her this, she had asked me to
during the first week she began work.

	"No Mr. Simons." And I believed her, it was written in my
wife's handwriting.

	"God damn it all too hell!" I spun about and slammed my hands
upon my desk. I forgot the maid standing at my flank. Since I missed
the meeting, my company probably lost the chance we had for a huge
account, and a large amount of revenue. Why would Linda throw out a
message that I hadn't received yet?

	I spun about to go out to the backyard where my wife was
taking in some sun, instead I discovered Ti kneeling before me. Her
head was down as she picked up the mess I had made that morning while
working. From the angle that she was I could see directly down the
front of her dress to her ample bosom. The naturally brown skin
tantalized and stunned me for a brief second. I, of course, had
noticed that the maid was a very beautiful young woman, but usually my
appraisal was less than energetic. The large firm mounds swayed
beneath her as she reached and grabbed the small bundles of garbage, a
sight that greatly incensed me. I could see much of her breast, minus
the sight of her nipple, a part of her that I greatly imagined the
sight of.

	After several enjoyable moments of this sight, she looked up
directly into my eyes, her hand and knees still upon the floor.
Silence. I was extremely conscious that my knees were spread and she
was but an arm's reach from my crotch, while her face was level with
my lap.

	"Honey?!" It was Linda.

	It took a few seconds before I answered, all thought of the
crumpled note gone, just the silent beauty kneeling before me in my
thoughts. "Yes?" Ti stood and immediately took the garbage pail out of
my den. My wife entered seconds after, dressed in a see-through summer
wrap which revealed her one-piece bikini underneath. "Oh... " I was
startled by her sudden appearance.

	"Hi dear, did you get some work done." It wasn't really a
question since she knew the answer to that query. "I was wondering if
you want me to get you anything from the market?"

	I barely understood the words that she spoke, as my attention
was centered upon her chest. The sway of it hypnotized me and demanded
my action, as I enjoyed my wife's bosom reminiscent of Ti's. I stood
suddenly and pulled my wife to me, my mouth immediately pressing
against hers. I was hungry for relief, also I wanted to taste her sun
warmed soft breast. This was not as unusual an uncontrollable emotion
as it seems, since when we were first married I often lost control of
my senses and thought with my lower head. Though I had not given this
type of demanding attention to my wife in over ten years, and she
wasn't prepared for my animal hunger.

	My sight was filled with the sway of Ti's brown skinned
breasts and my own wife's soft chest even as my hands pulled the
straps down from Linda's shoulders revealing her left white boob. My
salivating mouth encircled her nipple. I didn't notice my wife's
nervousness or surprise at my actions. She didn't resist me, but she
also didn't help me any. The only thing that escaped her lips, was a
simple "oh", when my tongue flicked her hardened nipple.

	I spun my wife about and pressed her down onto the top of my
desk. Quickly I pulled the crotch of her bikini to the side held it
wide as I freed my cock. I sunk my manhood deep within her in a single
lunge. My passions rushed my actions and I pressed my wife's shapely
legs to her chest giving me direct access to her love channel. She
moaned and rotated her hips, while I was in a frenzy as I pounded into
her again and again. Linda began to squeeze her own exposed breast,
the other hand moving down between her spread legs to flick her
blood-enlarged clitoris.

	My surprised wife orgasmed even as my own shot deep within
her. I fucked her as an animal, and she in turn enjoyed my actions. My
life giving juices shot out of me even as I noticed a movement from
the still open doorway. Linda had her eyes tightly closed as she
spasmed in sexual relief, and didn't notice my movement nor saw the
maid standing in the door watching our nuptial coupling. Ti was
rhythmically squeezing a large breast above her clothes while the
other hand rubbed outside her covered sex mound. I was startled and
excited at the sight of my maid as she viewed my enjoyment with Linda.

	My wife's voice caused the maid to turn quickly and leave the
open doorway, while my attention was again returning to normal and I
looked deep into my wife's happy eyes. "I guess you don't want
anything from the store?" I hadn't the energy to laugh.

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			The Maid - Chapter III
			======================
			   by Caesar c1994

	I hadn't forgotten the intoxicating sight of my maid's upper
breast., nor the gentle sway they had undergone as she moved before
me. And the sight of Ti's excitement as she rubbed herself before me
and my wife was embarrassing, not to say damn exciting. Thank goodness
Linda hadn't noticed. In fact, after our torrid encounter in my
study, she had a renewed vigor and energy with me. Perhaps I should
become a sexual beast more often with my wife.

	Nothing was said between Tiyar and myself about that
afternoon. We acted as if nothing had ever happened. Yet our eyes
would sometimes meet and a silent communication would be passed
between us. A few times I had caught her eyes upon me, attempting to
pierce my clothing. I was also doing the same towards her. Things
would have continued from that point if I didn't walk in on Ti as she
was masturbating.

	It was the Sunday after her witnessing my nuptial coupling and
the house was quiet when I got home from golf. I had thought everyone
gone, even Ti since it was her day off, but I was standing in the
hallway browsing through the Sunday Paper when I noticed movement from
down the hall leading to the kitchen. Actually, once I stuck my head
around the corner the movement had come from the breakfast nook and
not from the actual kitchen. And what I saw startled me, even after
seeing my maids hunger as she watched me and Linda.

	Ti was sitting the large bay window that lead out to the
backyard, her right side was facing me. She was sitting in the large
comfortable chairs Linda had wanted so badly, and had her naked feet
placed up on the window sill. The long brown smooth legs were
uncovered and lead right up to the edge of her oversized tee-shirt,
the knees well apart. She was almost laying horizontal in that chair,
but her head and neck was staring out the window directly at my wife's
bikini clothed body. That was a shock, but when Ti moaned and clenched
her unseen crotch with both hands, I was truly amazed.

	Perhaps Ti had not been excited at seeing me the other day,
but my wife! I wasn't sure if I should be disgusted or turned on. Ti
was a very beautiful woman, and the fact that she was interested in my
wife's body instead of mine puzzled me. I could barely see Linda out
in the yard, laying face down upon the huge towel. Her body glistening
with tanning lotion and sweat, the sun darkening her pale skin. She
too looked attractive.

	Again Ti moaned, one arm moving faster upon her crotch than
the other. I could just make out the faint noise of her juicy vagina
as its folds were being manipulated. As I stood dumbly in the hallway,
Ti brought up one hand, covered in her sexual secretions and sucked on
the fingers one at a time, being sure to get every drop. She then used
the same hand to begin to pinch her nipples through her tee-shirt. Her
bottom began to rotate upon the chair, in time to her moaning and
heavy breathing, yet her eyes never left the naked limbs of my wife.

	Linda, meanwhile, was unaware of the audience she had. But lay
contented before the pool, a few feet from the large window. She was
reading one of those trashy novels housewives seem to purchase often.
Her feet were waving about in the air as she was raised up on her
elbows. Her breasts hung down in the slim bathing suit, and from the
angle she was at I could see almost all the way to her navel. A tall
glass with a drink sat next to her, and she reached out to wipe the
sweat from the clear cup. She rubbed the moisture upon her upper chest
and forehead. Linda did indeed look delicious, and I may have lingered
to enjoy the sight of her if Ti had not.

	The maid's enjoyment was reaching a climax, her body was
quivering uncontrollably now, her calf muscles jumping in excitement.
The sounds of pleasure loud against the silence of the house. Ti
stiffened noticeably while her body became like a statue for several
lengthy seconds. Her climax shot throughout her body, and then she
began to relax and enjoy the sexual after affects. It took a long time
for her to gain her body back under control.

	Ti suddenly turned her head and looked directly into my eyes.
Without any emotion upon her face she looked down upon my bulging
crotch and appraised my covered organ. She stood, and for a brief
second I wondered if she would come towards me, yet she promptly
disappeared about the corner towards her bedroom.

	The breakfast room smelled faintly like a woman's sexual heat,
and I stood before the large window at the close proximity of my wife
as she was still unaware of what had just transpired. Out of the
corner of my eye, I again saw movement, but so enthralled was I in
what I had just seen, I didn't realize it was from the opposite
direction than Tiyar had departed to.

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			The Maid - Chapter IV
			=====================
			   by Caesar c1994

	I had come to the conclusion that the sight I had witnessed
had been a damn turn-on! Watching the beautiful Tiyar masturbating was
stimulating enough, but add the idea that what had prompted her action
was my wife's near-naked body was extremely exciting. That night as I
lay next to my sexy wife, my cock pounding back and forth in her wet
hole, my vision was filled with Ti. I fantasized about my maid, and
the erotic sight of her masturbating while my near-naked wife lay
unsuspecting near by.

	Though things about the house seemed to return to "normal". I
treated Tiyar the same as I had before my sight of her enjoying
herself. If anything, my wife noticed the difference just by the
amount of sexual attention she was receiving. Almost daily I would
point my active imagination upon my unsuspecting, but pleased, wife. I
didn't think I would again enjoy such a high sex drive now as I had
when I was still in my late teens. So, Ti was responsible for my
marriage becoming almost better than ever.

	The occasion was Ted and Sherry came over for supper and
drinks. It was a usual occurrence, happening about once every month.
The five of us, including Ti, sat about eating the delicious Italian
cuisine and chatting normally. Everything was normal.

	I felt a light touch upon my right side, next to my trouser
zipper. Thinking I had dropped something in my lap, I glanced quickly
down and saw a small thin brown skinned hand reaching for my zipper.
Like a flash I forced myself to look up, and not at Ti, who was busier
than anybody actually realized at that table. I grasped her small hand
in my beefy paw just as she found the clasp to the zipper. She didn't
resist as I pushed that hand firmly away from my lap.

	Again, she reached for me, and again I forced her hand away
from me. I quickly glanced to my side and saw that she was chatting
with my wife and Sherry, while Ted looked on and listened dutifully.
This time when her hand found my zipper, I didn't resist. Perhaps it
was the many nights of fantasizing or the sheer lust I had for my
young maid. The zipper barely resisted her attempts and I felt a
breeze well within my trousers, before slim cold fingers fumbled with
my the fly on my boxer shorts.

	I couldn't resist tensing up when her cold fingers found my
flaccid sex, but thankfully no one noticed my discomfort. Quickly, she
rhythmically squeezed my cock until it quickly hardened. Again I
glanced down, the sight irresistible, her thin fingers attempting to
circle my throbbing member. The fingers warmed quickly upon my penis,
and she slowly moved it up and down, stroking me expertly. I didn't
resist, nor did I help, I just sat their and enjoyed it.

	Across the table, my wife looked over at me and smiled
happily. Seconds later, Ted began to question me about business, and I
animatedly chatted with him. Up and down the fingers went, and my mind
began to drift. Just when I thought it prudent to discontinue, Ti
withdrew her hand from my raised pole and grasped my hand discretely
and pulled it to her lap. She was wearing a loose summer skirt and I
found the hem raised to her waist. My maid placed my hand directly
between her warm thighs and right upon her wet hairless uncovered
crotch. I almost lost my supper. She returned to stroking my cock.

	Never before had I felt such a sexy and wet slit. It was a
marvel that I explored more out of curiosity than passion. Her natural
juices had coated the whole sex mound and her strong inner thighs,
which in turn coated my hand. I had to resist the temptation to lift
my fingers to my lips to taste and smell her. I could feel the dilemma
that she was creating with her stroking fingers upon my cock, and I
acted out of instinct as I found and rotated her clitoris. She wiggled
with delight, while asking my wife a question about the meal.

	I remembered the sight as my wife had lain within sight of my
maids excited eyes, and her reaction. It was obvious to me that she
had not thought only of my pretty wife as sexy. The moving fingers
were proof of that. I could feel the tension building between my legs
and knew this engender would soon come to a close. As the sperm began
to build in pressure, I plunged a single finger into her surprisingly
tight sex hole.

	I could feel my seed shoot out the head of my cock even while
her vagina clasped my fucking finger in a hungry and climaxing grasp.
It was one of the most peculiar orgasms I have ever had. Ti and I both
climaxed simultaneous, neither had a huge cum. I for one was
attempting to hide my enjoyment for my wife and company, while very
conscious of any above table movements. It was a strange orgasm that I
had, but fulfilling all the same.

	Several moments went by and Ti and I returned our hands to our
laps. Unseen by anyone else at the table, my maid daintily lifted her
expert hand and licked off two drops of pearly white sperm, smiling at
me all the while. I looked into her eyes as I finally lifted and
quickly tasted my hand, her juices delicious and her sent strong but
highly addictive.

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			 The Maid - Chapter V
			 ====================
			   by Caesar c1994

	What happened next should be obvious. That I would seek out
the maid and become a sexual beast upon her. Yet, that is not how it
happened. I did seek her out in the darkness of the night, but could
not find her in her room or even in any of the obvious places in the
house. So I began to hunt the not so obvious places.

	I came upon my teenage daughters room and the slightly open
door. The crack glowed with a yellow pale light from within, though
not enough to even brighten the hallway which I stood. It was no
perverse or demented reason that I stole a peek into my daughters
privacy, just simple interest and casual turn of the head. Inside, my
slim pretty young girl leisurely masturbated unknown to her fathers
sudden surprise.

	At first, I was surprised and shocked that my "little girl"
had advanced in years that her own sexuality had emerged. Something
that I had dreaded and pretended not to notice. Yet, my eyes, and
ears, proved that her body was becoming something that a father never
wants for his daughter, a "woman". A wave of guilt ran through me,
from my intrusion into affairs that hardly included me. Yet, her slim
strong tanned limbs enticed and seduced my vision as well as my mind
and I stood rooted to the spot, my eyes glued to the long spread legs
of my own flesh and blood.

	Time had no meaning, it was measured in the movement of my
daughters long shiny wet fingers upon her obviously excited vagina.
She was naked, not a stitch of clothing or a blanket hid any part of
her from my prying eyes. I would involuntarily lick my lips as I
watched the excited young lady arch her back off the bed, and grasp
her own young firm breast in her claw-like-hands. The hand between her
legs would move to the enlarged clitoris showing above her glistening
slit to agitate it viciously, before moving back down to rub up and
down the full length of her slightly spread sex lips. Her gasp of
self-pleasure echoing in my ears, almost deafened me with my guilty
lust.

	My body was secular to my single sense of sight, yet that
sight noticed a movement beneath me. Or rather, just in front and
below me. Tiyar's eyes looked directly into my own, her fingers
fumbling with my tied off rugby bottoms. Shocked that I had a witness
to my incestuous thoughts, if not my inaction, and shocked that she
obviously cared not. My hardness emerged with a insistent jerk that
slapped the young woman on her cheek. With her eyes still looking into
my own, she opened her mouth and swallowed two-thirds of my manhood.
This time, my own quiet moan of delight resounded in time with my
daughters mounting excitement. The maid, closed her eyes and
earnestly began to please me. So my vision again returned to my
daughters quickening movements.

	The teenager rolled to her side away from me, and the doorway,
her hips pumping her sex against her wet fingers. She bit into her own
pillow to stifle a scream of pleasure. Even as my daughters orgasm
approached, so did mine. A part of me wanted to feel my seed spend at
the exact moment my daughter reacted to her own out rush of energy.
And with the help of the determined lips and mouth of my hired-hand,
it would soon be accomplished.

	The seconds progressed more quickly than before, much to my
disappointment. My daughter returned to laying upon her backside, her
legs spread almost horizontal and never once touching the bed. I was
amazed at my "little girl's" sexuality, the emotions she was about to
expel was proof of her capacity.

	The face bobbing upon my cock, mattered little, Ti didn't
matter only her working mouth did. And even then, only to produce an
orgasm that I had thought too dirty an action to do while being a
witness to my daughters enjoyment. And Ti did an expert job, even
though she could not witness what I could see. And as greedy as I was,
I am glad that I was the only witness to the beautiful young ladies
pleasure.

	My cock began to shoot even before I was aware of the fact, so
engrossed in my own daughters orgasm. She clenched fiercely, both her
thigh and shoulder muscles quivering violently, even while her teeth
ground and her fingers dug into flesh. I thought my darling young girl
would hurt herself, for that briefest of moments, until she again
collapsed flat upon the bed, her body draped in exhaustion. The last
of my sperm was deposited upon the brown skin of my maids cheek.

	I could barely stand, and backed up to lean against the
hallway wall. My maid, stood triumphantly and pressed her clothed body
against my own. Without a word she kissed me passionately, my own
taste entering my mouth along with her spearing tongue. The kiss
lasted a scant few seconds, long enough for me to feel a gentle ripple
in my sex, before my maid stood away from me. She stole my soul with
her piercing gaze, then turned and left me alone in the hallway.

	Guilty at all that had transpired, I quickly returned to my
wife and my bed.

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			The Maid - Chapter VI
			=====================
			   by Caesar c1994

	My obsession of Tiyar increased after that incident, her
availability seemingly open after our brief encounters. I desired the
need to possess her lovely body for my own. My vision was not secular,
I did notice that my wife was looking very sexy these last few days,
and my daughter was no longer a "little girl". Yet I didn't seek out
the attentions of my maid, instead used my wife as a vehicle of my
desire. At least once a day I would feel the need to enjoy my wife's
pretty body, and it was always hard and fast.

	I hadn't thought my wife needed the attentions of another man,
nor did I expect to find her doing so in my own house. Yet that is
exactly what I discovered. Or rather Ti gave me forewarning and showed
me my unfaithful wife's wicked ways.

	The finger at her lips suggested she desired my silence, and I
was about to speak up anyway, at least until I heard my wife's voice.
I walked silently over to the living room door and looked through the
crack that the maid held open. Inside, Linda lay sideways upon the
couch, her head on my sons shoulder, her hand upon his lap. While he
sat facing me, her one arm around his mother, the other nervously
clenching a pillow.

	Next to me, Ti moved away allowing me to get a better view
while she stood back and watched me. I knew not what they were
discussing nor why I was spying upon my family, it appeared they were
doing nothing wrong. Yet a gut feeling held me in place.

	"So you find her more attractive than me?" It was a strange
question coming from my wife, at least when talking with her teenage
son. He shrugged, unsure. "Tiyar is very attractive isn't she?" She
was attempting another tactic. My son nodded affirmative. "Then you
have had sex with her?" Her voice had an edge. This sent a cold chill
down my spin, and I anxiously awaited the response.

	My son finally spoke up, "N... no."

	"But you think of her when you play with yourself?" I could
see his face turn red and nodded, yes. "How about when you fuck me?"
What?!

	Linda's words shot spikes through me and I almost collapsed
upon the floor. By her own admission she has had sex with our son.
Everything I ever thought about my home life was shattered in only
seconds. How could this ever happen?

	The lad nodded no again and Linda looked relieved. She opened
her mouth and sucked his ear briefly, then she whispered something. He
smiled hugely and moved his arm around her further and cupped her full
breast above her blouse. "Be careful dear, your father will be home
soon. And that tramp is still in the house!" I could hear the venom in
her voice when she spoke about Ti. My wife's hand moved up the boys
thigh and cupped his bulging shorts, gripping him in a solid hold.
Linda, compared to her maid, was a slut. Any woman that desired,
seduced, and fucked her own son could be termed nothing but.

	He moved sideways towards her on the couch, "Please mother!"

	Linda giggled then spoke quickly as she bent over into his
crotch, "Okay dear, but make it quick." I could see her nibble fingers
unzip his cutoffs, a small hard cock quickly plopped out, pointed
right at my wife's mouth. As I would have seen her do to me, she
opened her mouth and inhaled his young cock, which caused him to gasp
out with pleasure. Her face and head quickened, attempting to produce
the teens orgasm as fast as she could. I could hardly breath, as she
mumbled between down thrusts, "You... taste good! I will... suck... as
long as... you don't... fuck the maid." I watched as my son, grunted
then grasped his mothers head in his strong youthful hands and begin
to brutally fuck her face. She managed a few more words, "Promise...
me... ?"

	Just as his words escaped his lips, "I promise mother", he
forced my wife's face flat against his stomach, the whole cock
inhaled, while he obviously had an orgasm. His grunts of passion
echoed her moans of pleasure. It all ended very quickly and my wife
sat back up smiling at our son, while whipping away a drop of his
pearl colored come upon her chin, with the back of her hand.

	"Don't forget you promised?!" She teased him, while standing
and lifting the front of her flowing summer skirt. The off-white
colored garment was bunched around her waist and my sons hands reached
up and, with a smile, pulled his mothers cotton white panties down to
mid thigh. The teen reached around, cupped her round firm asscheeks
in his strong hands and pressed his face into her crotch. She moaned
yet again, as a response to his actions. My vision was obstructed
since, she had moved to stand before my son and the couch, her
backside to me. I could see her tan-lined ass rotate even while he
roughly manipulated her round bottom. Also, she began to taunt and
guide him with words that tore my heart out, and left my love for the
woman I married a charred husk of lies and deceit.

	"Again... yes dear... fuck my clit... in a circle, yea right
there... ugh huh... yes!" In fact she continuously talked to him
through the whole five minutes he was down between her legs. I almost
wished I had a better view of the incestuous action. But alas, it also
ended with my wife's orgasm. Her buttocks rippling uncontrollably, and
my sons gasps for air all happened after an eternity of witnessing the
degrading and disgusting sights.

	Silently, as a zombie, I closed the swinging doors to the
living room. My actions, and body, were an automation. My mind was
thinking and remembering the last few moments, while my body slowly
returned to my car in the garage. I was about to leave it all at that
point; my wife, and two kids. And yes, even Tiyar. But something held
me back. Perhaps it was the fear of the unknown life that I would
have had to lead, or the pain of viewing the sight of my wife and my
son giving each other oral sex.

	Slowly, after an undetermined time, my mind returned to my
body. I finally resolved to stay at home, and not intervene until such
a time as I knew what the hell was going on.

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			The Maid - Chapter VII
			======================
			   by Caesar c1994

	The next few days were distant, at least with my interactions
with other people. I barely spoke to my wife, and never touched her.
She, of course, noticed my coldness and inquired into my feelings and
thoughts, I just smiled as warm as I could then allowed her to kiss
me. On the cheek. I avoided my daughter, every time I saw her I
picture that pretty woman laying upon her bed naked and damn sexy.
And, of course, the guilty pleasure I had received just from that
sight alone. As for my son, I went out of my way to not see. And for
some strange reason didn't blame him for what was going on with my
wife. Linda was older, and his mother, she was to blame. I understood
that teenagers had raging hormones and would take anything that came
along, though I did wonder where the line must be drawn. Tiyar was the
only one that I didn't avoid, in fact I wished she would seek my
company more often.

	I desired Tiyar's company for a new reason now; I thought she
was the only one who knew the tremendous emotions running through me,
and I figured I would be able to talk with her. When that moment
finally came, she sat down with me, alone in the house, and I talked
for almost an hour. While she was being the perfect listener. Even
holding my hand, kissing the fingertips in sympathy for my words. A
new rush of desire ran through me, one solely to possess this
beautiful and sexy maid. It was stronger than lust before, this time I
began to think I was falling in love with Tiyar.

	My house was not a comfortable place to live, my daughter was
the first to voice this problem. She cried upon my shoulder telling me
that "everyone hated her". Of course I reassured her this was
preposterous while at the same time was very conscious of her warm
young body fiercely holding me. At that time, I didn't actually wonder
why my daughter hadn't gone to my wife for support, as the two of them
were usually bound tightly as some mother-daughters were.

	I didn't want my desire to rise, and I did attempt to hold it
back, but my heart rate and sex had other ideas. Could my daughter
feel the growing size of my organ against her hip, as she sat upon my
lap as she used to do as a very young girl? The sweat was rolling
down my back and face, and it wasn't the heat. I hated myself, hated
what my body urged for. My hand was nonchalantly laying upon my
daughters upper thigh, and I wondered if she could feel it quiver as
well as then forced will I put into it, just so it didn't move.

	She wiggled about, seemingly to get more comfortable, yet this
stimulated my rock hard sex. Surely she could feel the manhood
against her? She had talked herself out and just had her arms wrapped
about my neck in a strong hug. She was so small and attractive that my
desire was strongly overcoming my willpower to stop any actions that
may lead, or suggest, a lewdness or impropriety in our parts. Incest
is such a ugly word, as my wife should well know.

	I honestly do now know how far it would have gone. My
daughter wiggled about even more, pressing her hip harder into my lap,
my small breasts poking into my chest, and her soft cheek against my
own. She only kissed me twice. Two little peeks upon my neck. But
that is all it took, I lost control; my hand slid up between her
thighs and began to slowly reach upwards to that warm wonderful spot
that I had witness not so long before. She responded by spreading her
legs just enough for my hand to reach her covered crotch.

	My fingers touched the cloth covering her sex mound, I gently
pressed into the lower crack then tracing upwards towards the spot
that caused her to moan and wiggled about. I was enjoyed the obvious
heat and moisture in this region, when Ti walked in on us. "Excuse me
Sir, would a cold supper be all right tonight?" I pulled away from my
daughter, too stunned to think. While she suddenly jumped up and
walked away, quickly to her room. If I had been thinking straight I
would have known what she would be soon doing alone in her room.

	"My god!" I gasped for breath, just realizing what I had been
about to do, what I almost did. "Thank god." Tiyar looked at me
knowingly, yet with compassion. "Thank you Ti, I... "

	The maid came over and replaced my daughter upon my lap, I
still too stunned to even think straight. "Understandable after
everything you have been through." She kissed my cheek softly. "And
she is an attractive young woman," again a kissed this time upon the
same spot that my daughter had kissed, "and you have been under great
stress lately."

	"Yes... " I realized that Tiyar had sat upon my lap, not
sideways but facing me, her knees straddling my hips. I could feel
warm against my covered crotch as she pressed her sex against me.
That was when I came out of my dilerium and my desire again rose to
uncontrolled heights. I reached between us and unbuttoned my fly,
realizing my cock while feeling the naked hairless wet sex against the
back of my hand, Ti hadn't worn anything under her short loose skirt.
In seconds my cock was finally inside the flesh of this woman I had
desired so strongly.

	Ti groaned loudly, "I have been waiting so long for this. It
feels so good!" She melted over me, her body obviously controlled my
the junction between us. She began to bounce upon me in long smooth
strokes. Part of our joining was just sex, the other was therapeutic.
My stress and uncontrolled thoughts finally left me, nothing mattered
those few moments except for my rising orgasm. She whispered fiercely
into my ear, her voice getting raspier, "Cum in my mouth... I love
your taste... ", a long pause, "... I love you!" That would probably
have floored me if we had not been fucking up a storm when she said
it, instead it was natural thing for her to say.

	"I love you." At that very moment I meant those simple words.
It was finally the anchor that I was looking for in my confused life.
Only seconds after speaking, my orgasm released deep inside her,
forcing out the sexual tension that I had held back for several long
heart wrenching days.

	It was the turning point for me.

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		       The Maid - Chapter VIII
		       =======================
			   by Caesar c1994

	Nervous that our relationship may become obvious, Tiyar and I
had met secretly two evenings later. She came to my office, dressed
in a long dark overcoat which looked suspiciously like one of my
wife's. The meeting between us had been planned, and I had scheduled
my appointments accordingly, we intended to discuss my future plans. I
wanted her ear, the one that had sympathetically listened to
everything I had to say earlier.

	My secretary had been notified that I was expecting my someone
and let Ti in immediately. "Hello." I looked up just as my maid
closed the door behind her and I could hear the click of the lock.

	"Hi Ti, I'm glad you could come... " I stopped when Ti
unbuttoned her overcoat and let it drop to the ground, all she wore
was black high heels. She stood there looking at me, waiting. The
young woman looked delicious and very desirable. I had to admit that
she had a very attractive body, one that any teenage girl would be
envious of. Several short minutes went by as I studied her
intimately, and she gave every indication that that was exactly what
she wanted. "I want to leave my wife." I said it simply, but there was
no reaction from Ti at all. "And I would like you come with me?"

	This time I received a reaction, she slowly and leisurely
walked towards me, her long brown smooth legs moving as if in slow
motion. Ti was coming over to my side of the desk. I watched, my
excitement climbing, as she stood next to my chair and I turned to
face her. She smiled for the first time since coming in the room then
spoke, "I love coming with you!" She emphasized, "coming" so strongly
that I knew she had switched the subject. Her voice was low and raspy,
and very sexy. Ti quickly descended to her knees before me, her eyes
never leaving my own. I could feel her nimble fingers upon my zipper,
quickly opening it.

	"I don't think you should leave, it is your house." With that,
she lowered her face and opened her mouth. She swallowed my cock
almost whole. The words I was going to say left my thoughts, as my
head and heart were focused upon the wonderful attention my cock was
receiving. Ti was moving her head steadily up and down my shaft, her
eyes had closed as she concentrated. I could see that her cheeks were
sunken in, and her throat bulged whenever she deep throated my cock on
every down thrust. My maid certainly knew how to suck cock.

	This pleasure didn't last very long, just as I was beginning
to thrust upwards into her descending mouth, and my pleasure growing
in amplitude, she pulled her face off me. Without opening her eyes,
she quickly stood and bent over the edge of my desk. It was a large
wooden desk and could easily hold our combined weights, though with
her round buttocks raised high, and her back arched downwards, I knew
exactly what I wanted.

	My cock stood up at an angle and didn't even shake as I stood.
I could hear Ti's whispered words just as I was about to aim my sex
machine into her, "God... I need you inside me... hurry!" With that I
was merciless and didn't care if she was prepared for my thrust or
not, I pounded into her like a spear into a prey. Ti let out a groan
of delight that I suspected escaped my office, my secretary must have
heard.

	I grasped the pony tail and pulled it back, causing the pretty
young woman to arch her back even more as well as lift her face far up
into the air. I began to rapidly slam in and out of the wet warm
confines that my cock had discovered. She was speaking in time to her
body getting slammed, "I... want to... stay with... you... forever!
Fuck... me... " And I barely noticed, but the words did register as
she said, "I love you!", over and over.

	It was the second time I had entered her wonderful vagina, and
like the first, I found it heavenly and didn't have any intention of
leaving. I wanted to flood her insides with my boiling sperm. She in
turn was practically begging for the same. Yet, I remembered her
words the first time we had fucked and pulled out from her cunt,
extracting a loud moan of displaced pleasure.

	"Come here and suck my cock Ti." I sat back down and she
quickly retired to her kneeling spot before me.

	First she licked me, daintily enjoying her own flavor and
juices on my hard organ. When I was clean, she looked into my eyes,
with what I can only describe as lustful love then said, "I will go
anywhere you want, do anything you want, but I don't think you should
leave your house." I watched her take a lick at the pre-cum from the
head of my dick and then savor it. "You never did anything wrong, I
think you should stay and she should leave." Ti said "she" so
venomously that there was no doubt what her own feelings were about my
wife. "She will not argue if you can prove she is screwing her own
son." I shivered in disgust, just as my maid again swallowed my cock.
I knew she was right, I was not the one having an incestuous affair in
our home, nor should I leave the house I worked hard to buy. Linda
should be the one to leave, the one to suffer. all I needed was proof.

	My orgasm was not long in coming, as my cock twitched inside
Ti's mouth. She sucked even harder as she attempted to extracted the
juices of our joining.

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			The Maid - Chapter IX
			=====================
			   by Caesar c1994

	I soon purchased an auto focus, auto forward, quiet camera. My
plans disgusted me, yet I knew them to be important if I wanted to
keep everything that I ever worked for. Ti was again the maid, our
actions were innocent and nothing could be taken out of context.
Meaning, I didn't attempt to fuck her again, yet almost daily I
received a sexy phone call from Ti, her husky voice sexily talking
with me. She also agreed to help me.

	After a week of waiting and watching Ti and I were only able
to get a few pictures. Linda, my wife, was sunbathing as she usually
does on a hot sunny day, and my son was rubbing lotion upon her skin.
Innocent enough, except the photo action suggested more when my son
bends forward and kisses my wife's near-naked buttock. Then in a later
photo, while she was upon her back, he again bends forward to give her
a kiss, this time on her round covered breast. The best picture was
seconds later when his teeth were playfully pulling her nipple and
bikini top several inches upwards from her chest, while Linda had a
huge playful grin on her face.

	They were certainly suspect, but as Ti said, they were not
enough to prove incest. I agreed, then made better plans to capture
the affair between my wife and son. Firstly, I attempted to be around
my son very much for the next few days, assuming that his own sex
drive would be the downfall of my wife. Then I "disappeared" for a
whole day, making sure everyone in the house knew it. My daughter was
to be away at a friend's house, and Ti had the day off. The plan
worked perfectly when I watched my son's school, and saw that he left
only moments after I dropped him off. Obviously, I was hidden and he
hadn't any intention of going to classes that day. In fact, my son
rushed home to "mommy".

	I was angry, hurt, and more than a little disgusted when I
walked around my house and saw that my wife and son were heatedly
kissing in the backyard. Silently I holed up in the shed, a perfect
hiding spot since, it had a dusty cracked window that overlooked my
yard. My camera clicked a few times until I held back until the
"perfect" pictures presented themselves. I couldn't hear my two family
members as they necked upon the sturdy lawn chair, which I was almost
thankful.

	My son's hands were all over my wife; her breasts and
buttocks, her long strong legs, even the fabric covering her crotch
was pressed up almost inside her. She, on the other hand, already had
his young cock out and was squeezing it continuously. They were
laughing and giggling between wet kisses. Tongues slid in and out of
the others mouths, and even over necks and into ears.

	My heart was beating furiously as I took a few more shots of
this spectacle of my marriage. I didn't have long to wait, obviously
both were in a passionate mood since they hadn't even disrobed before
Linda pushed our son onto his back and mounted his raised staff. I
could very clearly through the camera lens as she pulled aside the
crotch of her bikini panties and with the other guide my son's ridged
prick into her. My wife was almost a demon, as her body bounced
violently above the lad, her buttocks jiggling deliciously, as I had
often seen over the years. Her breasts were pulled from behind her
swimsuit and a mouth was pressed against the dark round nipple. What a
picture that gave me, I snapped away.

	I missed the moment when my son must have orgasmed inside his
mother, as I was frantically reloading the camera, but I could see
that he was exhausted while Linda was giving him more tender
attention. I waited.

	To cool off after the short violent fuck session in the sun,
Linda loved the sun, the two of them entered my pool. They splashed
and played, as if they were young kids, for a short while until Linda
locked the young man with her legs and arms. I had played with her
several times over the years and I knew that she was not satisfied
yet, and only an orgasm would temper her excitement. It wasn't over
yet.

	Quickly, Linda pulled the boy from the water and into the
house. Before they reached the bedroom, he pulled his mother down to
the floor and promptly shoved his prick into her ready hole. I shot a
few more pictures from a close window as his backside jackhammered
again, and again, between Linda's spread legs. This time I could see
that my wife was achieving her orgasm that she had desired so
strongly. She lay sweaty and tired beneath her son, while he pulled
his dripping member from her and placed it between her large round
white breasts. This gave me several more pictures as I watched him
fuck Linda's chest, until his white seed shot upon her upper chest and
even into her mouth and chin.

	I figured that I had more than enough, and I felt like
throwing-up, yet when I was about to turn about and leave the way I
came I noticed my son's hand sneak down to Linda's buttocks. The power
of youth was already at work raising my son's prick, while his fingers
played with the round tempting ass of my wife. At that moment, I
wished I could hear what was going on as they discussed something. It
seemed to be decided, Linda lay in the middle of the tile floor and
rolled to her side bringing her knees up to her chest. My son knelt
behind her and aimed his cock; not into her well-used vagina, but into
her anus. It was slow going, but her waterfall of juices had
lubricated her backside enough for our son to enter her. I could see
her face and saw that she was not enjoying this episode as much as the
previous two, yet she looked determined to fulfill her son's desires.

	I almost forgot to click away with the camera as my boy began
to slowly fuck his mother's asshole. We have never had anal sex, it
was something she had always considered "dirty", and "disgusting", but
here before me she was giving our son a gift I had never been
privileged to get. I was mad, more so than disgusted, and was finally
resolved to do the things I had considered.

	It was time for a divorce.

	I snuck away with my evidence.

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			 The Maid - Chapter X
			 ====================
			   by Caesar c1994

	I was so angry I was not even able to approach my wife with
the separation papers, nor with the accumulated evidence I had taken.
My lawyer was one of the best civil litigators in the city, and he was
the one that confronted Linda. If I had sat across from her, looking
deep into those large round eyes, as I passed the pictures, I may have
lost control, and thus, the advantage I had with the courts would have
been gone.

	Her options were extremely limited; she had to leave the house
by the time I returned home, she could take nothing, nor could she
contact me in any way, she would be given an adequate living
allowance, and the kids had a choice of whom they wished to live with,
and finally, if she contest any of my wishes the photos of her
incestuous affair would be revealed in court and she would get
nothing. My lawyer phoned me later in the afternoon and told me the
deed was done, she had gone. Moments later, Ti also phoned and told me
the same. The only thing that was left up in the air, was the kids.

	My son made the decision to live with his mother, not knowing
why we had separated, as I had predicated. My daughter, on the other
hand, sounded determined to stay with me in my house. I agreed with
the children and assured them that our separation had nothing to do
with them, and I still loved them. The boy left the house that
weekend.

	It was quiet, the house seemed to echo with my movements. At
first I was extremely depressed and lonely, almost ready to forgive
Linda of her indiscretions. Two things got me through the next few
months; my daughter's love and Tiyar.

	Without any spoken word, Ti took on the role of the woman of
the house. And I was surprised that my daughter didn't reject this
proposal but followed the young woman's directions completely. The
maid still did the work she had been originally assigned, but she also
took care of me and my daughter. Our private relationship, during this
time, was blossoming. Ti withheld nothing from my bed, her brown
skinned body taking everything I gave it. She was the perfect lover.
As my appetites rose, Ti had less time for her domestic duties and I
allowed her to hire another maid, just to help out. She still had her
own room, but she rarely slept in it. I did attempt to hide my affair
with the maid from my daughter, but it was obvious that my secret was
impossible to hide. My "little" girl even caught me leaving my bedroom
with nothing but a towel about my waist, and beyond me into the room,
the sweaty maid lay naked. I smiled shyly while she giggled girl-like
then quickly disappeared before I had a chance to talk with her.

	My experience with other women was limited since I had been
faithfully married for a long time to the same woman. And was not
prepared for the demands by Ti upon me. For one, my separated wife's
clothes were now commonly worn my the maid, at least the clothes that
fit. It was just a little unsettling, to see a young, slight woman
dressed in the same clothes of the woman that had broken my heart. I
spoke to Ti about my feelings and she verbally pounced upon me
accusing me of still "loving that bitch" whom had "fucked her own
son"! I gave in, and she calmed down after a day, the first time
since my wife's departure that I slept alone. I never spoke of it
again. Another thing I noticed, was that Ti was very possessive. She
wanted me to get a new secretary for my office, the current one "had
that look in her eye", a look that seemed to anger my maid. I replaced
her, and Ti made a trip over to look her over, and as my "reward" she
again wore nothing under her long jacket except heels.

	Yet, her seductive body and hungry desire caused me to forget
these episodes and only think about fucking her. Something she would
only withhold if I angered her in some way.

	Almost to the day that my wife left the house, the divorce
came through and I received the forms with all the signatures upon it.
During all that time I had not spoken nor seen my now ex-wife. Ti
would not allow that. A week later, Tiyar and I were married in a
private ceremony that only my daughter attended.

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			The Maid - Chapter XI
			=====================
			   by Caesar c1994

	As you can tell, things were moving very rapidly in my private
life. My marriage to Tiyar ended the wonderful affair we had enjoyed
since that first time I had viewed down her blouse and thought my
first lustful fantasy about her. The marriage also ended the daily
love sessions me and my maid used to enjoy. I still lusted after her,
but she changed after the marriage. My first clue was the first night
of the honeymoon in Paris, as I reached for her as I have done so many
times before. She didn't stop me, but Ti just lay below me like a dead
fish. After that things only got worse. I had sex with my pretty new
wife four times on the honeymoon and every time she lay almost
comatose below me. When I confronted her with it, she again became
angry and shouted at me for being "less than a man", and that my "dick
could never satisfy" her.

	So I slept alone these days. My sex life is nonexistent, and
my love is withering away. It soon became apparent that over the last
year, I had followed my dick's advice and fell for a woman solely on
her lovemaking skills and not any real emotional attachment beyond
that. I felt the fool. I had two affairs in half that many months;
with a clerk at my office, and then with a fellow colleague. They were
quick, dirty, and hot affairs that left me feeling dirty but sexually
relieved.

	The house was run like boot camp, we now had three maids who
handled everything about the house. And my dear wife had ensured they
were all ugly or old. She openly sneered at me, or told me to "fuck
off" if I attempted any affection towards her. It was a miserable
time. And I planned to leave her, my mind made up that I had made a
fateful mistake.

	That was when the final episode to my tale begins.

	I lay upon my bed, sweaty and tired in the heat of the August
night. My sleep was fitful and sporadic at best. Yet a dream appeared
at my door; my daughter stood in the shadows with a strange look upon
her face, her body clothed in her usual nightime attire, a huge tee-
shirt.

	I was about speak up to her when she took two steps into my
room then reached, with both hands, to the bottom of her shirt then
promptly lifted it up over her head. She didn't miss a stride as she
came towards me, her naked body had matured over the last year and
looked amazingly like a younger version of her mother, the tanned skin
bronzed and shiny in the moonlight. My heart beat fast, and my body
was frozen as I simply watched her climb up upon my bed. No words were
needed, my lust was fueled by my loveless marriage, and my early
fantasies about my own daughter.

	The youth reached for and pulled down my shorts, again I never
helped her nor did I stop her, until I was naked upon my bed. My
breathing became labored as my "little" girl bent over and took my
rock hard penis into her mouth. She wasn't experienced enough to fully
utilize this oral stimulation to its fullest, but again, I didn't mind
in the least and didn't speak a word. Her small thin body rotated,
with my dick still in her wet mouth, until her thighs straddled my
head. I looked up directly into her youthful sparsely haired sex. My
darling lowered herself upon my face, my mouth opening to inhale her
flower. She was extremely wet, and tasted better than anything that I
ever remember tasting. The rhythm of our oral love was in perfect sync
as her face bounced up and down her father's dick as my tongue
alternated from fucking her tight little sex hole to manipulating her
clitoris.

	Very quickly she was moaning and wiggling about. I had to
hold upon her strong buttocks to keep them from lifting from my face.
I was in nirvana, heaven. It was a fantasy, and a dream. Fueled by my
desire and by my impure lust for my daughter. I never thought of what
I was actually doing, nor did I care at that moment.

	I could feel the ripples as her body spasmed in orgasm, it was
only brief moments since she mounted me, and my tongue inside her
measured the intensity of her sexual reactions. I was surprised that
her vitality enabled her to collect herself in only moments after
cumming on "daddy's" face, and she rotated upon me until we were face
to face. I could feel my stiff dick between her smooth warm sweaty
thighs, a place my face had occupied only seconds before. She slide
her tongue between my lips and I sucked it passionately, even as my
hands moved her torso about until I felt the head of my penis enter
her womanly region. It was she that forced herself down upon me, using
her weight as she held herself up upon her elbows, our lips and
tongues still busy.

	The moment was unforgettable, a dream that will never die. I
fucked my daughter for the first time, her virginity taken by me in
one quick thrust by both of us. This time, when she was seated after
the violent down thrust of her body upon mine, she shouted out,
"Fuck!" It was the first and only word she would speak that evening,
as I lifted her hips with my hands before strongly pulling her back to
me. I fucked her almost like an animal, certainly not in a gentle
romantic sense my virgin daughter was deserving of. Both of use were
moaning loudly and even grunting sporadically, as our bodies slapped
together.

	The fantasy of my actions, and my lack of sex, caused my
orgasm to be explosive and quick. I came in great volumes, obviously
filling up the tight confines of the tightest cunt I have ever been
in. A cunt that had no name, as I lost all conscious thought and
control. I just shot and shot, until my exhaustion caused me to pass
out into a deep slumber.

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			The Maid - Chapter XII
			======================
			   by Caesar c1994

	It was only the next day when I sat down to breakfast,
wondering if the episode last night was only a dream. So distracted
was I that I didn't even notice that the three of us were alone in my
large house, and that Tiyar had made breakfast. Something she had not
done since our marriage day. I continuously looked into my daughters
face for some clue, to see if my memories were true. Yet never even
looked up from her plate, she ate in silence.

	When I finally looked down, my stomach growling for nutrition,
that I saw them.

	A pile of pictures lay upon my seating. The top one was a
close-up of my face and my daughters, our lips pressed together and
glimpses of our tongues obvious, as was the saliva and sweat. I felt
the blood drain from my body, my heart stopped. It was true,
everything that happened last night was true. But the wonderful
memories and the fantasy was corrupted by these photos, obviously
taken with low-intensity light film. I almost through-up right there,
my empty stomach churning the bile about.

	I slowly looked up; directly into Tiyar's smiling face. She
was the one who had taken the photos, she was the one that had seduced
me into divorcing my ex-wife and then marrying her, she was the one
that coldly stood before me. "Why?"

	"I want you to leave this house. And I want a divorce." It was
a question, but a simple statement. She was using the same strategy
upon me as I had done to Linda. And my guilt was in the photos, my
incestuous relationship enough to convince anyone of my guilt. For the
first time I knew what my ex-wife had felt after being confronted with
the evidence. "My lawyer has the negatives and duplicate pictures, so
you can keep those." She actually smiled.

	I turned to my daughter, wondering her part in this. Has she
been duped as I had, "Dear... ?"

	"I'm sorry daddy." She had tears running down her cheeks, but
she still could not look at me. So, she had been an accomplish.

	"Yes, she helped me. In fact, she will do anything I ask!" She
giggled slightly. "Darling take your clothes off and come here."
Silence as I watched my daughter stand without hesitation and pull off
her shorts and tee-shirt. That naked body from my memories stood
beyond my reach, and knelt before Ti. It was a nightmare as my wife
looked into my astonished eyes as her step daughter lifted the front
of the skirt and pressed her face into the crotchless panties beneath.
Ti's hand held the head against her sex, the mouth obviously busy upon
the clitoris that I had often manipulated. "See? She is a good girl,
who will do anything I want." She lifted a long brown leg up onto a
chair, so my view of my daughters face was clearer. "You will give me
everything, your money, this house, your cars."

	She was right, I could not fight this. I would have to start
over, begin afresh as I had done so many years ago after getting out
of University. But then I had Linda to give me moral support.

	"I will leave you but one thing." I didn't say anything, but
was surprised that see would give me anything. She was in a position
that she didn't need to. "Something that I used and no longer need."
The sound of my daughters tongue loud as she slurped and sucked upon
my wife's cunt.

	With the hand that held the back of my daughters head, Tiyar
turned it into a claw and pulled the dripping face from her sex, the
mouth still open. "You can have your slut of a daughter. I don't need
her any longer!" She threw my darling to the floor before me. I
reached out and lifted my naked daughter to my lap. "You two have
until four o'clock to leave this house." She spun about and left us in
the kitchen.

	My daughter was crying uncontrollably, and I realized she had
been used just as I had been. I could not fault her for something that
I had also fell for. And I was just as guilty, I didn't have to
succumb to the beauty of my little girl the night before, nor did I
ever have to allow myself to be seduced by the evil woman whom had
been my maid. I wondered what she had done to manipulate my ex-wife
and son into bed, I no longer thought it was a coincidence.

	"Come dear, lets get ready to leave." She allowed herself to
be placed back upon the ground standing up. We left to get ready to
leave.

	Tiyar, the maid had won!

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