Brent, Male, 34

	- Narrator, marketing manager, father of Orchid

	- Tan white skin, 5'10, 175lbs, shoulder-length curly brown hair

Dahlia, Female, late 30s-early 40s

	- Mother of Lily

	- Tan white skin, 5'9, 155lbs, 38D breasts, shoulder-length wavy brown hair, green eyes

Lily (Lilian), Female, ~8/9

	- Daughter of Dahlia
 
	- Dark-tan skin, 4'5, 70lbs, mid-back wavy brown hair, dark eyes, Native American features

My name is Brent and I was 34 when this all began. My experience with a woman and her daughter at a secluded campsite in Virginia started all this. It was a scenario I had fantasized about many times, but never, ever had I been in a situation where I could actually act upon it. It started the process that led me to a very unique relationship with my teen daughter.

Some background about me: I'd been divorced for several years when this amazing surprise played out. I'd dated several women, none younger than twenty-five, since my divorce, and had a pretty decent sex life. I love to hike and camp in remote sites and love to encounter other people who like the same. Sometimes I've met women while camping that I had sex with, but those were infrequent moments and special, rare thrills that peppered my times in the woods.

I had a teen daughter, Orchid, who lived with her mother, and I saw her infrequently. It wasn't by choice, but they had moved to Washington state and I could rarely afford to visit. Her mother and I were still friends, generally speaking, so when I could visit my daughter, it was usually pleasant.

I had developed a fixation on my daughter's panties when she was about seven. I don't know why that had become something I enjoyed, but one day I had spotted a pair of her little white cotton underwear on her bed and picked them up. I saw light yellow and dark brown stains and instinctively sniffed the damp crotch. The heady mix of urine and ass and the young girl's sex had me masturbating on the spot. I fired off a load right then, and ever since, I've gone out of my way to sniff her panties.

I never touched her in those days, never did anything you wouldn't expect any father to do, except that I did love sniffing her panties. That was the end of the line for me, then. Never saw her naked after the age of about seven. I imagined her developing vulva many times, of course. When she was thirteen, just a few weeks before what happened at the campsite, I was visiting and found a pair of her soiled panties. There were small dark hairs stuck to the fabric and her scent had matured and become much richer, more full of pheromones. The thin streak of creamy discharge in the crotch sent me over the top and I ejaculated hard into one of her bras.

I was living in Virginia, not too far from the Blue Ridge Parkway, and spent many weekends at various campsites available in the Appalachian Mountains. It is beautiful country, lush forests, gorgeous vistas, secluded creeks. Just being out there is very arousing to me, and I frequently wander into the woods and masturbate.

This all started when I was camping at this really primitive place. It had four sites for tents and two for small fifth-wheel style campers. There was a creek nearby, but no other facilities. No bathhouse, no ranger-on-duty, no phone coverage. There was a slit trench for bowel movements. It took almost an hour up a winding, hilly dirt road to get there, and the only way I knew about it was running into a camping friend who knew the property owner and put in a good word for me.

I had packed up my tent, supplies, and gear into my SUV and drove to the spot. When I arrived, I was the only one there, and usually, that's how I liked it, though I regularly enjoyed company when I camped. I set up my spot about midday on a Friday and got a fire going from the wood I'd brought with me. I soon had a potato roasting and got a marinated steak ready to set over the fire.

I loved the spot, had been there several times before. It was heavily surrounded by pines and firs, many other trees I couldn't identify but thought were beautiful and lush. Small ferns and berry vines all over. Squirrels, robins, bluebirds, deer, foxes, I'd seen them all and many others. It was a perfect secluded spot for anyone that wanted to get away from concrete and pollution and bustle.

I heard a vehicle from a long ways off. The way sound plays around the mountains is really interesting, allowing you to hear something happening miles away if the tones were right. That was the case here and for almost an hour, I heard the sounds of a heavy vehicle on and off, eventually drawing closer and closer.

A truck poked through the covered road and soon pulled up to the campsite. It towed a silver fifth-wheel camper and the driver quickly had it parked in a spot. A woman jumped out of the driver's side. She was tall, maybe 5'9 or so, with rich, wavy brown hair falling over her shoulders. Tanned-beige skin and with freckles dotting her flesh. Her body had the curves of a MILF, maybe a dozen extra pounds on her frame. A really nice figure. Her face was very pretty, sort of an Andie MacDowell type, probably in her late-30s or early 40s. Her blue jeans were tight and showed her nice curves. Her plaid shirt combined with the jeans and a pair of black boots to suggest someone who was comfortable in the woods.

The woman waved, said 'hello,' and walked around the truck. I saw the passenger-side door open and a small figure step out. It was a young girl, maybe eight or nine, tall for her age with a touch of baby fat. She wore a calf-length, loose, dark-pink floral skirt with a simple white top, her feet covered by boots that rose above her ankles. The girl's wavy brown hair was a lot like the woman's and reached her mid-back.

The girl ignored me and followed the woman toward the camper. I poked at my fire and popped open a bottle of porter that I often enjoyed. I heard the sounds of the camper being disconnected and the woman soon pulled the truck around and parked it a distance away. The fifth-wheel was about twenty yards from my tent, and was probably no longer than 30 feet long.

I saw no sign of the girl as the woman opened the door to the camper and disappeared. I shrugged, completely understood the desire to not engage other people in a place like that, and threw my steak on the fire.

My food was about finished when I heard the first noise that drew my attention. I heard a low moan, followed by another, then another, then a longer moan, a sharp cry, then silence. The camper windows had been opened at some point, and I'd heard the undeniable sounds of someone being sexually stimulated. My mind raced at the possibilities.

My pulse was flaring as I sat frozen for long moments, trying to hear more, but nothing further came from the camper and a short time later, the woman and young girl exited the fifth-wheel, wearing the clothes I'd seen on them earlier. They brought with them a couple of camp chairs, a cooler, and a couple of plastic bags.

They approached me and stopped. “Hi, mind if we share your fire? We've got lots of wood to throw in.” The woman smiled as she asked her question, the girl watching the fire and swaying back and forth with a little grin on her face.

“Sure, would love the company. I'm Brent.”

“Dahlia. This is my daughter Lilian.” Dahlia pointed to her daughter and I noticed the girl's skin and features had a Native American quality, darker flesh than her mothers, strong cheekbones, darker eyes than Dahlia's bright green.

“Mom... Call me Lily! How many times will you do that? God!”

Dahlia smiled. “Sorry. Lily, this is Lily.”

“Hello Lily. Well, sure, join me. The fire's going strong if you want to throw some food on.”

The settled in their chairs. Dahlia responded, “Great, we've got some hot dogs to cook. Interested?”

“No, thanks, I've got a steak and potato all ready to eat.” I couldn't help that my eyes were drawn to the way Lily sat in her camp chair, legs bouncing and causing her calf-length skirt to flare and ride up. I caught several quick glimpses between her legs, couldn't tell if she wore panties or not. Dahlia didn't seem to notice, and neither did Lily, so I stole what glances I could and otherwise kept my arousal to myself, figuring I'd stroke one out later that evening.

“You know, first, I think we need to go clean up. It's... it's been a long day, feeling a bit gritty.”

“There's no showers here, but you probably have something in your camper that would work. I just use the creek when I'm by myself.”

“The camper has a sink but that's all. The toilet and shower stall haven't worked in years. We've been here before, though,” Dahlia smiled at her daughter and looked back at me, “We usually use the creek too... That ok?”

“Err... sure, of course, sure. Help yourself. I'll put some more wood on the fire.”

Dahlia stopped me as I started heading to my SUV to haul out another box of prepared wood. “No, please, use some that we brought, we want to contribute, too. It's in the storage area in the back of the camper, there's a big stack held back there. Grab all you want!”

“Hey, thanks, I'll do that.” I headed to the camper and climbed inside. It was smaller than I expected from the outside. There was a tiny sink and a couple of cabinets. The bed was in the front section, the midsection held a small bench couch and a table. The back looked to be full of firewood, held in by metal mesh of some sort.

I glanced out the front window of the camper and couldn't believe my luck. Dahlia had stripped down completely, her clothes tossed onto the chair, and was walking slowly down to the water wearing only a pair of sandals and carrying a towel and body wash. Her round ass-cheeks bounced as she walked, and I wished she would turn so that I could see her breasts and inner thighs.

Then Lily came into view. Like her mother, she was naked and wore only sandals. The young girl's small butt had a small measure of baby fat and jiggled a bit, as well. Despite her age, she had subtle curves along her hips and her legs were incredibly well defined. Unlike her mom, she sprinted to the water, slipped off her sandals, and slid into the water quickly. Dahlia took a moment and then joined her.

I caught my breath and set back to my task of getting the firewood. As I turned toward the back of the camper, I saw it. The item that would change the way I viewed my life... and my daughter's. Little light-blue panties crumpled on the floor. Way too small to be Dahlia's. I snatched them up, turned them over in my hand, glanced to the water to ensure that Lily and her mother were still out there. They were, and I looked closer at the underwear.

I untwisted the fabric and turned it over to look at the crotch. It was damp, a dark wet spot easily discernible. Down the middle were three small white oval dots in a line. My pulse raced as I realized I was looking at panties that had been hugging Lily's little crotch and was soaked and dotted with her vaginal discharge. My cock sprang to attention.

There were two or three curly black hairs stuck in the moisture.

I brought them to my nose and inhaled. My God! The girl's scent was stronger than I expected. Really musky, heady, full of odors I'd not smelled on my daughter's panties until the girl was thirteen. I sniffed greedily, sucking in the young girl's feminine aroma, glancing occasionally to where the two were bathing.

I almost pulled out my cock, but I couldn't risk it. I needed to get back pretty soon or they'd know I was up to something in their camper. I hesitated just a moment before pocketing the panties, hoping they'd not notice they were gone.

I quashed my arousal as best I could and gathered an armload of firewood, returning it to the fire pit. I carried out a couple more loads then set about eating my steak and potato, my mind spinning with the knowledge that I had Lily's soiled panties in my pocket.

I was almost done with my dinner when Dahlia pulled herself out of the water. She paid me no notice as she stood at the creek's edge and shook and patted herself dry. Her tits were beautiful. Round, heavy, a slight, wonderful droop to them. Her nipples were erect and dark pink, areole the size of half-dollars. Her bush was trimmed, a thin happy trail rose above her slit. Her labia were visible between her legs and I had an instinctive desire to taste the woman's pussy.

She wrapped up in her towel and the view of her body was lost to me. Dahlia was still damn sexy wearing nothing but a long towel, and I hoped she'd stay like that all evening. “Lily, let's go. Come on!”

Lily rose out of the water slowly, small frown on her face. Her budding chest emerged first, her puffy small cones looked so soft and tender. Then the rest of her body came into view. Lily had small, subtle young curves. Not skinny, just weighted perfectly for a girl her age.

A sparse, dark bush rested over her Mons and between her thighs. It was the most arousing thing I'd ever seen, such a mature part of a very immature girl.

Dahlia started heading my way so I stopped staring at the young girl and tried to appear like I was just finishing my food. “The water feels so good, been in yet?”

“Uh, no... no, not yet. I uh, I just got here a couple hours before you did.”

“Been here before?”

“Yeah, several times. This is one of my favorite places in the world.”

“Ours too. We live a few hours away, but it is so worth the drive.”

“Same. I'd live out here if I could.”

“Yeah... so, I should get some hot dogs going.”

“Ok. Hey, you want a beer or something else to drink? I've got plenty.”

Dahlia smiled at me, her hair wet and darker than earlier. “Sure, I'd love a beer. Whacha got?”

“Porter, a few IPAs, Scottish Ales, uh...”

“Scottish ale, please, love those.”

I got her a bottle and popped the top. Dahlia took a long swig and I caught sight again of Lily, who was wearing a towel and walking carefully back to the fire. She plopped down in the chair, and for just a split second, I saw between her legs. Not enough to get a peek at her sex, but it was an arousing view regardless. Dahlia's body moved around as she got out the hot dogs, buns, and other supplies, and more than once I saw her labia.

Goddamn! I was going to jerk off hard a time or two later to what I'd seen!

Lily jumped up, grabbed her clothes, and ran off to the camper. Dahlia and I made small talk about the camp site and the surrounding features we each liked to hike to. Lily called out from the fifth-wheel, “Mom! I can't find my panties.”

My heart almost stopped.

Dahlia looked a touch uncomfortable and I grew incredibly nervous. “Uh... That's ok, Sweetie. Just.. uh... we'll find them later.”

Lily rejoined us a moment later wearing the shirt and skirt she'd worn when they arrived that day. The girl plopped down and kicked her legs, keeping them closed this time, and took a plate from her mom loaded with a food.

My mind was tumbling with anxiety. I tried to figure out how to return the panties unnoticed to the camper but failed to come up with anything. So, I nervously talked to Dahlia and learned a bit about her and her daughter.

Dahlia was divorced, her ex-husband, Lily's father, was a scumbag. She had been on her own for the last two years and was raising her daughter without his support. Lily's life appeared to have some issues. “She... she's a sweetheart, but she has to deal with... with some things... She's nine and she... I don't really want to go into it. Sorry, so, what about you? Married?”

“Divorced, same as you. My ex is ok, we're still friends. I have a thirteen-year old daughter that I don't see much. They are in Washington state, unfortunately.”

“Ah, that's a shame. I bet you wish you could spend more time with her.” Dahlia was finishing her meal and tossed the paper plate into the fire. “I don't think I could do that. Lily is such an important part of my life...”

“It isn't easy. But, I don't have much choice. My work is here, and I can't leave it any time soon. Ah, well, such is life.” I finished my beer and popped another, offering Dahlia a second, which she accepted.

Lily had sat quietly, alternating looking into the fire and out to the water as the daylight receded and dusk settled in. Dahlia excused herself to the camper and left Lily and I alone.

I was very uncomfortable. Not only was the girl quiet and hadn't interacted with me at all, but I had her soiled little panties in my pocket, had sniffed the young child's most personal scent. I was both scared shitless and very turned on.

“So, Lily... You, uh, what sorts of things do you like about camping up here?”

She stared into the fire. “Well, um... spending time with my mom. Swimming. Eating smores. I fish sometimes, so that's fun. I dunno...”

“Nice. I like fishing and smores and swimming too, maybe you and your mom will join me for an early morning swim tomorrow?”

“I guess.” The girl's hand had drifted to her thigh and she was stroking her flesh just below the skirt edge. I watched it move a touch higher, just under the fabric, then stop, pull back and return to the chair arm. She seemed not to notice I'd been watching and I couldn't be sure if it was nothing or arousal that had led her to touch herself that way.

More silence followed as I didn't know how to reboot the conversation. Dahlia returned to save me, wearing her clothes from earlier that day. “Ok, Lilian... Lily, I plugged in your iPod if you want to go listen to music.”

Lily slid off her chair, parting her legs slightly, giving me the hint of her slim thighs under her skirt before disappearing into the camper. Dahlia and I sat in uncomfortable silence, my anxiety running high with the little girl's solid panties in my pocket, before loud pop music fired up in the camper, Lily's thin voice singing out the lyrics a bit off-key.

Dahlia glanced quickly at the fifth-wheel, then looked at me with seriousness evident on her face. “Brent. I gotta ask. Did you... did you take Lily's panties?”

I hesitated, scared shitless, couldn't admit what I'd done. She continued. “Look, just be honest, ok? You wouldn't be the first guy to take an interest in her underwear...”

I sputtered, “I... uh, well, I was in there... uh... Yeah, yeah... I uh, I did...”

She nodded tightly as if she expected that and my mind raced around ways to get out of my terrible mistake. “I knew. They were in there on the floor earlier. Listen... Just... Just make sure she gets them back when you are... when you are done, ok?”

I was stunned, didn't really comprehend her words. “Uh... yeah... uh, 'when I'm done?'”

She wore a thin smile, looked into my eyes. “Come on, there's only one reason a guy steals a pair of worn underwear. Like I said, you aren't the first person to get off to my daughter's panties. Just see she gets them back, ok?”

Wow, I was buzzing with arousal and fear and a mix of shame and energy. Dahlia was... giving me permission to jerk off to her daughter's panties? It made no sense. “Um, yeah. Sure. I can... I have them here, take them now...”

“It's ok... it's ok, just, give them back tomorrow, alright?” Dahlia seemed to ease up, relaxed, finished her second beer and looked at me, her eyes asking for a third.

I was shivering as I passed her another ale, my heart pounding in doubts and possibilities. I swear I could feel Lily's panties burning in my pocket.

We sat silently for a while, Dahlia drinking most of her beer quickly. She glanced to my thighs, stared a moment, looked at me and said, “Brent... It's been a couple of years for me, you know? A couple of long years and, since I got divorced, I've been so focused on keeping Lily healthy and happy that I haven't had time...”

“Couple of years...?”

“Since I've been with a... with a man. Would you like to...? I could really use it...”

I got what she meant finally, my cock throbbing in my jeans. “Yeah... yeah, I'd... I'd love to... sure...”

The woman rose and slid to her knees in front of me, running her hands along my calves. She stared into my crotch, a hand running over my bulge, my dick squirting precum at her touch. I groaned and rose slightly. She smiled at the effect she had on me, then unbuttoned and unzipped me.

Dahlia pulled my penis from my underwear, stroked it a couple of times. She licked at the tip, tasting the precum that had drooled out. I groaned again, and the woman swallowed my length in one movement, the head resting in her throat. She gagged slightly, pulled off and smiled. “Been a long time, used to be able to do that...”

I wasn't complaining as she took me inside her mouth again and started giving me head. I held her hair out of her face and she ran her hands to the top of my jeans, sliding them down my body. She paused, my pants halfway off, her hand running to the pocket holding Lily's panties.

Dahlia pulled them out, stopped bobbing on my cock, stared at the panties. She raised them to me, looked at me with lust. “You can even sniff these if you want...”

I couldn't believe my ears. She returned her lips to my penis and held the panties to my face. I inhaled Lily's odors, the young girl's moist panties full of rich scents of pussy and sweat and arousal. I felt my balls drawing up and tension drawing tight in my stomach. I pulled her off, pushed the panties aside, trying not to cum. “Dahlia, wow... I'm so close, but... I want to taste you. Shall we... find somewhere more private?”

She smiled, stood, looked back at the camper. “Here is ok if you're comfortable. She won't bother us.”

I gave up the arguments I was preparing and stood, Dahlia slipping off her clothes and sitting back in her chair. She spread her thighs and ran a hand down her happy trail and over her labia. I wished for more light to see her in detail, but the wonderful view I had was beautiful and sexy.

I slid between her legs and she moved her hips forward to meet my tongue. I lapped her labia. The clean, shaved flesh was hot and a touch salty. Dahlia moaned as I ate her pussy, grinding her hips around my head, running her hands to her her tits and pinching her nipples. I slid my tongue into her vagina, tasted her pungent cream within. Her slickness was thick and dry like wine, I swallowed the juices and probed her opening for more.

Dahlia's pussy was dripping as I licked her. I lapped at her clit, circling her nub and felt it harden and strain. The woman grabbed my head, held me tight between her thighs, bucked three times, once more, cried out, and orgasmed. “uuuhh... uuuuooh... uuuuoohh... OMMM... OMMM... OMMM... OOOHHH... OOOHYEAHHHH... OOOHYEAHHH...” Dahlia's body shuddered in the chair, her moans echoed around the campsite. I licked up her cunt discharge and felt it slide warm and slick down my throat.

I came up for air, kissed her deeply, felt her tongue sucking her juices from my mouth. I fondled her heavy breasts, felt the warm, rough skin of her nipples in my palm. Her tits were wonderful and warm and had a weight that suggested motherhood and experience and sensuality. Dahlia moaned into my mouth.

I broke our kiss, pulled her to her feet, turned her around. My penis was drooling precum and I ran it along her shaved, swollen labia. Dahlia wiggled her hips as I made contact. I found her entrance, slick and tender, and pushed inside her. Dahlia's vagina was snug, hot, slippery. I thrust into her and took her welcoming soft hips into my hands.

Dahlia panted, moaned, “Oh, yes... yes... fuck me, Brent... oh, fuck me...” I started stroking faster, her wet cunt squishing and hot around my length. I felt so good inside Dahlia's pussy, her vagina gripping my penis just right as I thrust and withdrew.

I felt my balls tightening again, my cock tingling and swelling in the woman's shaved cunt. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, saw Lily's face in the camper, watching us. I was overcome with arousal, pounded Dahlia's pussy while staring at Lily. The young girl's mouth was open, my penis swelling in her mother's vagina. I thrust in, again, again, slammed, cried out, stared at Lily, and climaxed inside her mom. “oooh, fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck, Dahlia, fuuuuuck... OOOOHH... OH... OH... OH... UHNnnn... unnn...” I squirted so strongly that I felt the splash around my penis, my dick flooding Dahlia's channel with my seed.

She moaned as I ejaculated into her pussy, her body pushing back against me, milking my length for every drop of semen. I emptied my balls into her and held her against my groin, breathing heavily, moaning in pleasure. Lily still watched us, unmoving, open-mouthed.

I softened a moment and began to withdraw. Dahlia stopped me, “Wait... just, wait... Stay in me, please... stay in me... you feel so good inside me...” I held still, pushed my semi-erect cock back inside her and stopped moving, my breath coming quickly, my body awash in euphoria.

Semen leaked out around my penetration, creamy globs of my sperm sticking on her labia and dripping down her legs. I felt Dahlia's cunt spasm as she milked me. I leaned down, still inside her, kissed her back, ran my hands over her wonderful tits.

I managed to stay inside her for quite awhile before my penis softened and slipped out, my cum running slowly from her hot, messy vagina. I pulled back, turned her to me and kissed her, bringing her body into mine. It felt so fucking good to be vibrating with euphoria, my semen dripping out of the woman's pussy.

We didn't say anything for awhile, just hugged and kissed. At some point I realized she was still holding on to Lily's soiled panties. I could feel them in her grip around my shoulders, knew her daughter's odors were pressed against my flesh and the girl's mother's.

I don't know what made me do it, but I pulled her hand from my back, brought the fingers holding Lily's panties to my nose, next to Dahlia's face, while we kissed.

I inhaled Lily's feminine aroma.

So did Dahlia.