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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Kimerbly's Art (FF, inc) Mark Douglas (markdouglas_33w@hotmail.com) *** A wanton mother seduces her daughter into an extremely erotic incestuous affair. [NOTE: The following is a work of fiction depicting entirely fictional characters. This story contains graphic sexual material. Please be aware that this author does NOT condone these acts and that this is merely a FANTASY for entertainment. You are welcome to republish this story as long as all of the information in this file (this header included) is present.] Email comments to author: markdouglas_33w@hotmail.com or markdouglas33@freemail.com.au PART I I have been married to Jim for seventeen years and I feel I have the best marriage in the entire world. We are best friends, have a wonderful sixteen year old daughter, Kimberly, and have a fabulous family life. We share all the happiness and stability of a suburbanite family. Love, happiness and harmony are the foundation of our life together. I believe an important ingredient to our successful marriage is the fact that Jim and I have always enjoyed a very active and imaginative sex life. Most people would call it kinky, or even deviant, but that's not the way we look at it. We celebrate our erotic side and revel in exploring our deepest secret desires. I approach sex as a serious art form. My canvass is emotion and desire. During our many years together, I can honestly say I have never been bored. I wonder how many women can say that! It takes a little imagination and effort to insure that the coals of desire are continually glowing. Despite having to find privacy or time away from our demanding routines, our love life has never suffered. But with us, it's a labor of love. Or should I say lust. We've developed some interesting traditions in this regard. One of which is our monthly weekend apart. On the third friday of every month, Jim leaves from his office and goes on a mini vacation without me. It is something of an extended boys night out. He might go fishing with friends, or to see a football game, or some such harmless fun. The only stipulation for his weekend is that he is not to have sex of any type during his time away. When he returns, we both benefit from the build up of his sexual tension. To add to the anticipation of our reunion, he knows that I will be videoing my sexual adventures. I've taped a wide variety of really hot encounters over the years. Some of my favorites were being with another couple at a swingers club, being a kinky dominatrix for an older man, having sex with big Freddy (that's our well hung dog who's an 80 lbs. mastiff!). All the time he's away I know he's thinking of me and what I'm doing. It was one such friday when I was sorting through our video collection trying to come up with a creative idea for my weekend sex tape. Jim had already left and was en route to a golfing weekend with coworkers. I was extremely horny as I watched myself on the various tapes, but I couldn't seem to come up with an idea that was kinky enough for this weekends tape. I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard the back door open. It was Kimberly. In a rush I quickly turned off the television and pushed the tapes under the couch before she entered the room. "Hiya mom." she said over her shoulder as she walked past me and into the kitchen. "Aren't you supposed to be at your friend Julie's house for the weekend?" I called into the kitchen. "We had a fight and I decided to come home." She reenters the room and plops beside me on the couch eating a bowl of ice cream. "What's up with you? You look flushed," she says between licks. I swallow and look away trying to get composed. I had to get those tapes back upstairs into my room and not draw attention. "I'm glad your home sweetheart." I say ignoring her question. I try to think of a way to get her out of the house for a little while. "How about you drive up to Blockbuster and pick up a movie. We'll make some popcorn and relax." "Great!" she says while going immediately into the kitchen to retrieve the keys. I knew that would work as she just got her drivers license and never passes on an opportunity to use the car. I hear the front door close and then the sound of my Mercedes pulling out of the driveway. I exhale a sigh of relief and gather the videos from beneath the couch. I can't help but think of the horror if Kimberly happened to find these secrets. I will have to be more careful in the future. We were half way into some crappy action movie. I was smoking a cigarette and drinking a scotch partially to relieve the boredom of the movie, and partially to steady my nerves from the close call with the tapes an hour ago. "Can I have a drink mom?" she asks without taking her eyes off the movie. "You can have a glass of wine if you're not using the car to return the video tonight." I take pride in teaching her responsibility. Minutes go by. I watch her as she watches the movie. "Oh yhea!" she says, as the muscled hero of the movie ready himself for the obligatory love scene with his big haired female costar. Kimberly sips her wine and smiles slightly. Her eyes riveted to the R-rated, mass produced, homogenized, contrived, cliche, missionary style sex scene. I shake my head slightly and smile to myself. This is all new ground to Kimberly and I suspect it's titillating to her despite the disneyfication of the scene. "She's never going to come. That guy didn't even make an attempt at foreplay." I say softly as my eyes drift back to the screen. From my peripheral vision I see my daughters head whip around to face me. I keep the sheepish smile on my face and meet her astonished look. "Well, it's true." I say raising an eyebrow. She giggles and redirects her attention back to the TV. "I would come just by french kissing that stud muffin." she says's softly, trying to one up me in shock factor game. Her eyes don't come back to meet me though, but remain on the TV. I see she's blushing a little. I wonder to myself about her future boyfriends, and the passions she will experience. What great kinky adventures are in store for her? My eyes drift to her bare legs and I imagine them wrapped around the back of some college stud, frantically fucking and moaning. The beginning of her erotic adventures are only a few years away now, and if she's anything like her mom and dad, she'll be fucking like a bunny. "Do you use protection?" I ask her nonchalantly. "Yes mom. We've had this talk a million times, and I'm safe and responsible. Just like I told you a million times before." she dismisses me with an exasperated tilt of the head. A minute goes by. "Did you make love with that boy you took to the prom?" I ask. This time she loses interest in the movie and looks at me with a curious expression. It seems she can't make up her mind on the appropriate response. "I don't think that's any of your business young lady" she finally responds, wagging a finger in playful mock authority. I giggle and take another sip of my scotch. "Seriously. Do you mind sharing some girl talk with your mom? You don't have to, but I thought it would be fun. Ya know, besides being your mom, I'm also a woman." Kimberly contemplates this briefly and then smiles. "Yhea, I guess you are. Well ok..." she launches into her description of prom night, oblivious to the ending credits of the movie rolling on the television. I sit listening to her for minutes, enjoying this bonding moment of girl talk between us. We're pals! "...and when we finally get to the hotel and we're like totally buzzed, but it's ok 'cause no one is driving and we aren't going out anywhere, and like Donna says she wants to really make this a night to remember..." she sips her wine and launches back into her staccato speech,"...and she asks if like the four of us should you know, all have some fun, like, together..." I put a finger to Kimberly's lips, hushing her. I contemplate the words I'm going to use to phrase my next question. I look deep into my daughters smiling eyes and the playful expression on her face. It seems as if she's barely holding back a wave of exuberant giggling. I wink and smile at her as a fellow conspirator sharing a secret. "Are you about to tell me..." I try to make my words slow and clear "...you had an orgg ....umm group...experience?" She shakes her head up and down in the affirmative and lets a small giggle escape. "O K that's a little tooo much girl talk. Now it's back to mommy mode for me. I'm going to call it a night and go to bed. Good night sweetheart." I kiss my daughters forehead and get up from the couch. "I knew I'd shock ya!" she laughs. If she only knew. I made my way upstairs and to my room, took a quick shower and dressed in my favorite silk robe. I stood before the full length mirror and examined myself in the dim lights. I looked pretty damn good for 39. Firm stomach, perky breasts, smooth skin. Occasionally, men would mistake Kimberly and I for sisters. I knew they were faking the mistake for flattery sake, but it wasn't that far of a stretch. I let my hand slide over my silk clad nipples and find it's way between the folds of the smooth garment. The image of my daughter getting fucked voraciously by the college stud flashes through my mind. I start to work my clit while staring at my reflection in the mirror. Memories of my early sexual experiences meld with thoughts of my daughter with her prom friends. I hear Freddy bark outside. I forgot to let him inside for the night. Damn. I cinch my robe and head down the stairs once again. I'm about to yell to Kimberly to let him inside but check myself with the thought that she may be dozing on the couch. I quietly round the corner of the living room and I am frozen in my tracks with what I see. Horror. On the TV screen I have a man's cock in my mouth. I look over at Kimberly on the couch. She's frozen too. She stares at me, open mouthed, in shock. I hear my own voice coming from the television telling the man to come on my face. A wave of anger now forces me out of my paralysis, and I run to the VCR and hit the stop button. Static roars through the speakers. I make a quick beeline for Kimberly seated on the couch and slap her hard across the face. Her head is turned from the blow and is looking away from me. I hold my finger directly in front of her eyes and yell through clenched teeth "It is private! PRIVATE! You had no right to watch it! I see her shoulders start to heave with sobs, and new emotions mix with my anger. Regret for slapping her. Compassion for the confusion she must feel from what she has just watched. Shame of doing the acts she witnessed. But mostly I feel angry. Her shoulders heave more violently now and I hear her start a low whining cry. Her head remains looking away in the same position it was moved from the slap. I see the red marks of my fingers on her face. I lower my hand and step back. More sobs. I step forward again and gently cradle her head into my shoulder. Now a crescendo of crying spews out of my daughter like a waterfall. I rock her slowly, trying to calm. "Sorry, sorry I'm so sorry," she blurts out between the sobs. "I just found it beside the couch..." "I'm sorry too, sweetheart." I say while smoothing her hair. " I didn't mean to slap you. I'm just embarrassed and upset." After a minute her sobs have almost completely subsided. I continue to hug her into me as she quiets. "When you get a little older you'll understand better, sweety." I coo. As I look down at my daughter in my arms, I realize that her shorts are down by her ankles. Instantly, inexplicably, a new emotion now adds to the mix. I realize that my daughter was masturbating while watching the tape. As she watched her slutty mother take a stranger's cock into her mouth, she was playing with herself. "I hope I didn't look too fat on video." I say. A short laugh mixes with her sob at the comic relief. "I'm embarrassed too." she says muffled into my shoulder. Without coming right out and saying it, I know she is referring to the awkward fact that her pants are off. I pull away from the couch and walk across the room to the bar. "Don't be." I pour two large scotches while keeping my back to her. When I turn around and return to the couch, her shorts are magically back up where they belong. I offer her one of the glasses and gently sit beside her on the couch. "I thought I could only have one glass of wine tonight," she says. We both laugh softly and the tension lessens. I grab the remote and turn off the static coming from the speakers and switch on the stereo. I lower the volume to a soft background level. Sade plays softly, "never as good as the first time..." I light a cigarette and inhale deeply. "Can I have one?" Kimberly asks. "I didn't know you took up smoking." I look at her quizzically. "I guess there's a lot we're discovering about each other tonight." she says. I nod and take another sip from my glass. We sat without speaking for several long minutes listening to the music, smoking and drinking. Each of us lost in our own thoughts. I could see Kimberly wince every time she took a sip from the strong drink. I was surprised to notice that she had nearly finished the entire glass. The tension was stifling and I considered how I was going to make a graceful exit back to my room. "You looked great." she said, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence. Her speech was every so slightly slurred from the alcohol. She still couldn't seem to muster the courage to make eye contact with me despite the brave compliment. "You think so?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "Yes. You looked sexy." I took two unlady like swigs from my drink to catch up with Kimberly. I felt the warmth of the liquor run through me. "Would you like another drink?" I asked. "Yes please" she smiled up at me and offered her empty glass. I kissed her on top of her head. I made two more large cocktails and returned to her on the couch. I picked up the remote and was about to select another CD when, on an impulse, I hit the VCR play button. I hit the mute control. The graphic scene picked up where it had left off, with me ravenously sucking cock, though this time in silence. My image wordlessly mouthed it's slut talk towards the camera. I could feel an overwhelming uncomfortable tension descend on the room. I watched the TV impassively. I saw Kimberly's glance alternate between me seated next to her on the couch, and back to the video of my cock sucking. It seemed as if she was watching a tennis match the way her head was turning. "You really don't think I look fat in that video?" I asked nonchalantly. "No" she said. Now her eyes remained on the TV as if studying it. "I really love to suck cock." I said in an even tone as if discussing cock sucking with your daughter is the most natural thing in the world. My heart beat started to ring in my ears. "Me too." she said and took a long drink from her glass and winced. Her stare returns to the action. Now the scene in the video changed. I was laying on the floor as another woman went down on me. The woman was a beautiful red head with her hair piled high. She was naked except for a diamond necklace and high heels. I silently mouth something to the camera. I pickup the remote and flipped the audio to on so we can hear. "Oooh that's so good. Put your finger in my ass while you lick my pussy." I tell the red head. The camera zooms in on my face as I moan. My eyes are heavy with lust. The camera pans down to my bald pussy. My pussy lips are pulled apart, wet and glistening. The woman's tongue is darting on my clit like a hummingbird. "Have you ever licked another woman's pussy?" I ask Kimberly. "No" "Ever think about it?" "Yes" "Ever fantasize about it while you touch yourself?" "Yes" she says while staring straight ahead at the television. I become light headed with her answer echoing in my ears. After another minute I slowly pull my legs up onto the couch and separate them while continuing to watch the video. I hike up my silk robe so I'm naked from the waist down. Slowly, and very deliberately, I begin to rub my cunt. Kimberly sits motionless with her gaze on the screen, not acknowledging my actions. I know she sees what I'm doing as I'm right beside her, but she is frozen. With my free hand I grab the remote and turn off the VCR. Now she looks at me. "You do it too." I tell her as I continue to masturbate. I see her pull her shorts down. While she is attempting to postion her legs on the couch, I move to the floor and quickly nestle my face into her pussy. It's soaked. She tightens her leg muscles and it seems like she's considering an attempt to free herself from my grasp. I grab the sides of her butt and attack her clit with my tongue. She gasps and her legs clamp tightly on my ears. For several minutes I mercilessly suck, lick, and jab at my daughters cunt. All the time her legs are stiff and motionless against my head as if she's trying to close them shut. The I feel her hands on the back of my head. She arches her back and begins to rock her hips slightly, fucking my face. Now she's moaning and thrashing, and I can feel her cunt lips spasm as she hurdles towards a climax. I stop. I kiss softly the inside of her thighs and feel the heat coming from her pussy only inches from my face. "Oh God don't stop. I'm so close." she pleads. She looks down at me. Her eyes are unfocused and glazed and with lust. "Let's go up to my room and 69" I say with a smile. "I've never been so turned on in my whole life." she says as she rises shakily to her feet. I follow her naked ass up the stairs. My beautiful daughter lays in the center of my canopy bed. One hand lays languidly across the pile of fluffy pillows behind her head. I let my robe fall silently to the floor and climb gently atop the satin sheets, and make my way towards her. I tenderly embrace her, entwining one of my legs between hers. Softly, lovingly, we kiss. We work up to a deep, and increasingly passionate, french kiss. "I can taste my pussy juice all over your face." she tells me in between tongue fencing. I pull my head away, breaking the kiss and look into her eyes. "Would you like it if daddy watched us?" She catches her breath in her teeth, mouth open, and looks at me with genuine shock. I repeat the question very slowly, "Would you like it if daddy watched us?" My voice is husky and deep with lust. It sounds to me almost as if another person is saying these words, but I know they are coming from me. It sounds wicked and menacing. It turns me on. I feel my daughters embrace tighten as her mouth reforms into a smile. "Let daddy watch us?" she asks and tilts her head pondering. She seems different now. It's as if a switch was thrown inside her and she went beyond the mere physical feelings of our sexual act. It seems that now she has not only overcome tabooed restrictions, but she's actually savoring the luridness and indulging in the decadence. She might be an artist like me. "Yes. But only if he likes it." she says looking truly concerned. "I have a feeling he will, sweety." I say as I climb back off the bed and head for the closet where I keep my special toys. I toss her one of my small pink vibrators. She catches it and laughs. "You want me to put this in your ass while I lick your pussy?" she asks. "You are a quick study." I wink and smile holding a vibrator in my other hand. "I'll return the favor." I adjust the video camera sitting atop the dresser and then return to her. I look back to the blinking light of the camera in record mode. Kimberly is staring at it too, dreamily smiling in her hazy sex high. I cuddle in close to her warm naked body. The scent of shampoo mixes with my perfume, and the musk of our sex. "Daddy's going to watch this when he gets home." I whisper, just loud enough to for the benefit of microphone. "Is he going to fuck me after he watches this tape?" she says as her eyes dart to the cameras and back to me. "Only if you want him to sweety." "I have a feeling I will" she says towards the camera, smiling. It's more than I can take. I slide my body down the satin sheets. I push my face firmly against my daughters cunt and suck her lips into my mouth. Her back arches sharply and she moans... Half an hour passes as I expertly keep her on the edge of a orgasm. Once again, I withdraw my attentions from her pussy as she nears climax. The marathon has made my jaw and tongue stiff. Cramps begin to plague my neck. These effects are only minor annoyances and will not stop me from my efforts in guiding her to the special place. I study her closely, looking up at her face from between her shaking thighs. She looks and acts as if she's afflicted by a high fever. Her body is glistening with sweat and her hair is wet and matted. Her eyes closed, her chests heaves irregularly with jagged breath. She's not far now. She is close to that special place in her mind. "Kimberly?" I call to her. Her eyes open and look down at me, pleadingly. "Kimberly, honey, I want you to talk to me. I want you tell me everything that you are thinking about." As I speak to her, I move a hand gently up and down her sopping slit. "Want to come..." she hisses. "What else, baby. How do you want to come?" "Fucking" she says dreamily. "Good. Fucking who?" "Daddy" she groans. Her eyes roll slowly. I can feel the camera's eye behind me. A shudder of excitement hits me as I realize the precious scene that's being captured. Kimberly's going to a place in her mind that few have visited. It's a place that's little scary, overwhelming, but beautiful in it's power. I have been there. I administer a few more licks to bring her back up. "Tell me more about Daddy fucking you. Tell me every detail of how you imagine it. Tell me about how it feels, looks, smells, tastes, to have your daddy in there." I slide one finger into her hot furnace as I say this. Careful not to bring satisfaction. Her eyes are closed tightly, her brow furrowed as if under physical effort. A tear runs down her cheek. She licks her lips and pants. "He's fucking me doggy style. You are laying under us. Your face near my cunt, licking my clit. Then daddy comes in my pussy. It's dripping into your mouth." Silence. She's completely still for a long moment then opens her eyes wide. Then a torrent of obscenities and pleading pour from her mouth "Please fuck me! I need it! Fuck me! I want hot come! PLEASE!" She's almost at the place. I reach for the vibrator and ready it before her opening. I curl three fingers with my free hand readying them near her tight little asshole, poised to be plunged deep at just the right moment. I'm about to lead her inside the place but I just wish it was something more special than a plastic vibrator. A noise grabs my attention. Freddy is barking. I forgot to let him inside some hours ago. I smile wickedly. -END PART ONE author: markdouglas_33w@hotmail.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 14