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  Bro sis incest fantasy - brother cupped his sister's soft cute ass
Posted by: incest - 10-15-2018, 03:57 PM - Forum: Brother Sister Incest Stories - Replies (2)

Hi, my name is Aaron and I've had incest fantasies since college. The idea of a brother and sister being so close and sharing something so intimate and so forbidden really turned me on. I'd never really considered acting on it with my own sister though. The idea was almost appalling. I didn't love my sister in that way, I thought, though I'd always felt very protective of her. Aside from which, I knew she couldn't feel that way about me and there would be serious ramifications for even mentioning the possibility of it to her. This is real life after all, and there are some things that just aren't accepted. Once you say something like that, you can't take it back and it will stay with you forever. Still, I couldn't help but imagine the forbidden sometimes. I had vague ideas in my head of how it could happen and how it might, but I didn't like to actually think about her naked. Somehow that made it too real and way too scary for me. 

To appease my fantastic urges, during college I downloaded a lot of incest movies and stories from the Internet. I kept my fantasies secret and well hidden throughout college. I was a virgin until my junior year because quite frankly I was terribly shy and introverted, and not very comfortable around people. I had a darker and far more open side though that I'd kept hidden from the world. To the outside world I appeared a quiet timid loner, most of the time. I was short and young looking, with dark hair and eyes. I wasn't extremely well-muscled, but I did work out and was in good shape. Most women told me I was cute, but when they said it they sounded more like they were talking about a puppy than a man. 

In my Junior year though, I made a bold move and decided unleash my darker personality on the world, though I still kept it secret from the public. I was a very imaginative writer, and decided to start putting my fantastic visions down on paper. Then I started to advertise them in online personals. I knew how to sell myself on paper, I played the part of the innocent looking devil whispering into the ears of my readers and tempting them to experience the immense pleasure they might attain from experiencing my fantasies. A couple of women were enticed by these fantasies, and I wound up having a lot of fun in my second half of college. I found one kindred spirit in particular with whom I experienced my most erotic of fantasies. She was a short beautiful Venezuelan woman of about thirty with dark eyes, long dark hair, a dancer's figure and a fiery spirit. Her breasts were actually a little bigger than those of my ideal woman, but I certainly wasn't one to complain about such things. She and I fulfilled each other's deepest and darkest desires, from public sex to student-teacher fantasies to bi-fantasies to light S&M; you name it and we tried it. I was sad to be parted from her when I graduated and moved back home to attain my law degree from a local university, but we hadn't been in love or anything. It had only been lust, and as sad as I was to lose my partner in crime I wasn't overwhelmed by it. Still there was one fantasy of mine that she hadn't been able to fulfill completely, though we had roll played it. She couldn't truly fulfill it because she wasn't my sister.

When I returned home from college my sister Catherine had completed her Freshman year of college at the city's university, which was about a half an hour away from our home by car. She was beautiful with dark brown hair that fell to the tops of her shoulders, blue eyes that seemed to burn with intensity no matter what they looked at, a slim figure, and soft smooth white skin. She was of a height with me, which put her at about 5'5" and she had breasts the size of grapefruits. I had never seen her fully naked, at least not since we were kids and we played you show me yours and I'll show you mine, but I had seen her in only a bra and panties a few rare times. One thing I noticed when I got home was that she took to walking around the house in just that a lot more than she used to. She didn't seem to mind if I noticed. It embarrassed me, but I supposed I deserved this sort of torture since during my high school days I had often walked around the house in nothing but my boxers and perhaps a t-shirt at night. I am ashamed to say that she did walk in on me a number of times when I was masturbating back then; my door had no lock on it. However, I had always been quick to cover up as the door was opening, so I never knew whether she fully caught me or not. Though I can think back on one time when I was completely naked that I'm sure she caught me on, as I didn't have much to cover up with. These incidents were never mentioned.

I had never caught her doing anything similar though. I don't think she really discovered the joys of sex until college. She was a big prude in high school. She wasn't giving up anything if she didn't want to; she acted like she didn't need any type of sexual pleasure. She simply wanted a trophy boyfriend, who fit all of her qualifications to display to all the world. She was always very strong willed, and sure of herself. Despite her looks I never really had to worry about her, as she was more than capable of taking care of herself. However, just because I didn't have to worry about her doesn't mean I didn't. I was irrationally jealous of her boyfriends though I didn't like to admit it to myself at the time. It hurt that they were usually so much different from the type of guy I was. Thinking about the way this made me feel had often made me want retch. It was a reminder to me that I might want something despicably sick. I didn't want to face that.

When I came home from college though, I couldn't help but think about it more and more, especially when she walked around in nothing but her bra and panties. Her breasts had grown a bit from high-school; she'd been pretty near flat-chested then. Suddenly picturing her naked became easier and the idea became more real to me. I brushed these thoughts aside whenever I talked to her. I was very good at hiding my feelings. Even my jealousy of her boyfriends came off as a genuine brotherly concern for her. As she started dating guys who were more like me, the jealousy did ease a little bit, but it was still there (just well hidden). She would often come to me for advice whenever she had any kind of problem, and that included problems she had with her boyfriends. I have a very analytical mind and am very honest with my opinions, though I lose all perspective when dealing with my own problems. I've been told by almost everyone I've ever known that I give excellent advice, and when giving her advice I was surprisingly able to distance myself from the situation and assess things accurately and dispassionately. 

We grew closer after I came home from college. She would help me pick out clothes and told me about all the good clubs I could go to in the city with my friends. She even got me into a couple of places for free. She never really introduced me to too many of her friends though. It had always been like that between us though. She had her world and I had mine. The world we shared in the middle seemed to belong only to us, and nobody else was allowed in. There seemed to be an unspoken rule that our two separate worlds were never allowed to meet.

Two years after I'd first come home to begin law school at a local university, which was also in the city near hers', our semesters had ended and she was home for winter break. I was living at home, as I couldn't afford to pay for a place in the city, and my parents weren't paying for a dorm during law school when I was perfectly capable of commuting from home. My sister was still an undergraduate so she was allowed to stay in a dorm. I worked part time for my uncle during the day, and went to school at night. I was enjoying the break, as I liked finally having my nights free again.

One night I was in my room watching TV when my sister barged in wearing only a towel. This was a new experience for me. She stood there talking to me as if not a thing in the world was out of the ordinary, asking me if she could borrow a movie to watch with her latest boyfriend that night. This unsettled me, but I didn't let it show. I didn't want to help this guy have fun with my sister, but I did want to help my sister out. I didn't want to come off like an asshole after all, so I said she could and she bent down with her ass to me to look through my dvd collection which was in a case that I had lying on the floor. I got the first glimpse of my sister's womanhood since she was a little girl. This was highly unsettling. That beautiful pink slit was practically wiggling in my face and there was nothing I could do about it. She didn't seem to notice what she was doing, she just kept going though the collection, as if everything were normal. Finally she picked out a movie and thanked me for it. However, when she left he house that night, she forgot to take it with her. The movie was "Cruel Intentions".

I didn't know what to think about this. Like I said earlier, I lose all perspective when it comes to analyzing my own problems. I didn't know whether she was hinting at something, or just simply oblivious. She could have been teasing me too. I didn't know. She hadn't shown the slightest hint that she was aware of what she was doing, yet it was a very odd thing to do and she'd never done it before. Furthermore, I couldn't think of any reason why she couldn't change and then look for a movie. She had claimed that she didn't know what she wanted to wear, but that seemed a weak excuse. I came to the conclusion that she must simply have been teasing me. 

Over the next week or so I decided to pay her back by making her uncomfortable. I would walk into her room in only a towel and ask he questions before I went out. I would also conveniently not close the bathroom door the entire way when taking a leak. She fought back walking around in only a bra and panties half the time and coming in to talk to me in only a towel a couple more times. She would also conveniently forget to close the door when she was taking a leak sometimes. Neither of us ever walked in on the other. It was almost like a game; the first one to walk in on the other gave in to temptation and lost.

For New Years Eve my mother and father went to New York City and got a hotel room near Times Square. They had met on New Year's Eve thirty years earlier, and they wanted to celebrate. Their favorite musician was playing at Madison Square Garden that night, so they decided to go to New York City and make a night of it, which left my sister and me alone in the house, though we each had plans to go out with our friends later. I was just getting through showering that night, when my sister barged into the bathroom, not caring that I was completely naked, and demanding that it was her turn to shower. I told her to get out and I'd be done when I'd be done. She wasn't having any of it though; she was going to use the shower now and that was it. I told her that I was in it, and that was tough for her. She would just have to wait. I was wrong. She left the room and came back a moment later completely naked. Then she walked into the shower, pressed herself against me, reached behind me and found her bar of soap. After that she started washing herself as if it were a perfectly normal thing to do.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing" I demanded.

"What's the matter big brother, I'm sure I don't have anything you haven't seen before."

"You're my sister. You can't do this."

"Why not, I'm just taking a shower. We're not doing anything else."

"God damn it, that's enough! I give. You win. Stop teasing me. You can't do this! You can't do this unless..." I cut off. Oh shit. I'd gone too far.

"Unless what dear brother?"

"Nothing." I looked away."

"Unless, I mean it." She said reaching for my head with both her hands. 

She turned my face to hers, and I could now see her blue eyes burn with passion. Pulling my head down, she then kissed me passionately. Her tongue found mine, and we started thoroughly making out. Her warm soft lips felt so good on my own, and her tongue tasted so great. I wanted to devour her mouth in my own. I wanted to take her into me, to become one with her. The feeling was so intense it nearly consumed me. Her breats were pressed tightly against my chest as we stood there togather holding eachother in a passionate embrace. I was reverting, slowly, to my darker self. Just when I thought I would no longer be able to stop myself from ravaging her right then and there, she broke the kiss and said breathlessly, "I mean it."

We went back to kissing and our hands started to explore each other's bodies. Mine went slowly down her back to cup her firm supple ass, then around to play up her stomach, and up to fondle her tits. They reached her face and stroked it caressingly as I broke the kiss and began to kiss my way down her body starting with her tits. I went all the way down her legs before finally coming up to her gorgeous little slit with the tiny V of hair above it. Her entire body shivered as I began to lick her clit. She was dripping wet down there and it wasn't just from the shower water. She let out wonderful gasps, and moans, which spurred me on with even more vigor. I started fingering her as I licked her clit searching for the all important g-spot. I found it and she exploded. Her moans grew louder and louder as she came closer and closer to climax, until finally she started screaming, "OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH SHIIIIIIT AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHH! OHHHH! OH!" Her juices poured into my mouth and down my chin. I devoured them eagerly.

Her screams had sent me over the edge though. I needed her right then and there. 

"Are you on the pill?" I asked.

"Yes." She said recovering, "but..."

I didn't wait for the rest. In a moment I was up with my penis poised to penetrate her womanhood. The next moment it was in, and she let out a gasp. I pushed her back against the wall and started fucking her relentlessly. I had to have her. Her box was so wet and tight. I slid easily in and out. The sensation was heaven. She started moaning again soon and my lips once again went to hers in a passionate lustful kiss. She was pushing back in rhythm with me now, and we were both trying desperately to get off. It lasted a half hour, with us shifting our bodies into different positions at certain points during the whole thing, before I finally made her come again. I could feel the shivers running down her spine as her box gripped down hard on my Johnson, causing me to shoot a huge load into her wonderfully soft and tight hole.

We both sank to the floor then and started kissing each other once more. This time the kiss was more loving. I could see her affection for me in her eyes, and I'm sure she could see my affection for her all over my face. We had just taken our relationship to a dangerous new level, and the future was very uncertain, but there was one thing we both knew; at that moment, we were both more content than we'd ever been in our entire lives.

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  His cock was bursting with lust for his niece
Posted by: incest - 10-15-2018, 03:50 PM - Forum: All Other Relationship Incest Sex Stories - Replies (4)

It was late December. Snow lay all about as Mike made his way to his step-Mother's for a seasonal family get together. He had been working hard and was laden with presents for his family. His father had left home when he was 17 and his 'adopted family' had become closer to him than his real family, his mother excepted. When his father had remarried he gained a sister. As an only child, he had enjoyed the attention but had always felt something was missing. Gaining a sister had given him so much happiness. Katherine had a sympathetic ear; an understanding personality and warmth, which he had gone without before.

Everything had gone swimmingly. The years passed through his late teens and his twenties and he got on with his life. Then Katherine gave birth to two daughters. Mike had beautiful twin nieces. He had never married himself. He was unlucky in love and frankly was not good at relationships. Hayley and Nathalie called upon his paternal side and he spent year after year doting on them and following their every development through school; going on holidays from time to time; days out and enjoying lots of special moments as loving families do. However, they were not his own flesh and blood and the day came more or less around their eighteenth birthday that Mike realised he was attracted to Nathalie and Hayley. Incredibly so. He was more attracted to Nathalie, simply because he had always had more of a connection with her than the other sister. His emotions frankly disgusted him, but he was finding them hard to ignore. They had turned eighteen four months earlier and were in the last year at College. He had seen less of them in the last year or so, as they spent more time with friends etc. They were often not around when he visited his sister. This had helped to some extent but made his feelings even more intense when he did see them.

Mike had come to the conclusion that Nathalie was aware of his feelings. She was innocent, but not stupid. He knew she and her twin were still both virgins. Katherine had kept them both very young through their teens, so by the time they had reached their eighteenth they were bright, thoughtful but gorgeous young adults rather than precocious ones, like so many of their peers. Mike found this very endearing and attractive. Nathalie had this way of looking at him. An enigmatic, loving smile, which Mike could never quite interpret. She was well aware of her sexuality but thought nothing of sitting opposite him with her legs open when she wore her tight black leggings. Her soft mound and full pussy lips, pressed against the cotton, would often catch Mike's eye. It made him uncomfortable, but insatiably interested in her hidden treasure. He would imagine what she must taste like, how glorious her pussy had to be.

Hayley greeted him when he first arrived with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. His first thoughts were always, innocent and loving. Mike began by catching up with the teenagers' affairs. 

'How is college then Hayley?'

'Yes, good thanks.'

'Have you finished for Christmas now?'

'Yeah last week, but Nat's still at hers till Monday - Ha ha!'

'Oh how's that?'

'I don't know.'

'Oh, where is she anyhow?'

Hayley grinned and went to fetch her sister. Nathalie came into the room, and after another big hug, he gave them their Christmas gift tokens. He had given up trying to buy presents. Tokens, which they could spend on anything in the mall seemed to go down well with the girls. He was popular with them. Despite his far greater maturity, he was a young 40 year old and knew what made them tick. 

It was an hour into the party and Mike had popped into the kitchen to help himself to a piece of trifle. Nathalie came in and leant against the radiator looking both deliciously attractive and sweetly innocent. 

'You look gorgeous tonight Nathalie.'

'Awwww thanks Mike. That's sweet.'

'Is it?'

'What do you mean? It is sweet.'

'There's gorgeous and gorgeous though.' 

'I don't get it.'

'Yes you do Nathalie.'

Nathalie smiled and looked away shyly. 

'Can I share a secret with you Nat?'

'Yes, of course.'

'No really. A proper secret. One that no one can know about.'

'Yes go on.' 

Nathalie looked both interested and concerned.

'I want to touch you Nat.. I so want to know what your breasts feel like to touch.'

'That's naughty Mike, why are you saying that to me?'

'I know, but if I don't say it, I'll go mad, I had to get it off my chest.'

Nathalie's cheeks had reddened. She looked at Mike with her topaz blue eyes. There was an intense moment of awkwardness and she walked out of the kitchen hurriedly. Mike followed her, suddenly frantic with worry that she would spill the beans. The rest of the family had gathered in another room to prepare a game. Nathalie was sitting at the top of the stairs with her head in her hands. He was cursing himself for his candour. What had he done?!

'Nathalie, I'm sorry. I thought you would understand.'

'I'm shocked. I'm your family.'

'I know, I know. Look, I chose the wrong time - well there was never going to be a right time to say what I said.'

Mike's sister had just appeared and could see something was wrong. Mike tried not to make eye contact with her and just held out on Nathalie not blowing the whole thing open.

'What's up Nat?'

'Nothing.'

'Well clearly it's not nothing.'

'I've got to work New Year's Eve and I wanted to go to Beth's party.'

'Oh is that all! I thought it was something serious! Just ring them up and say you can't make it!'

'OK. Thanks.'

'Anyway, come on you two, we're going to play Guess Who.'

'You owe me!' Said Nathalie when her Mum had gone.

'OK, OK, thank you Nathalie.'

Mike got through the party, although he struggled but managed to put on a brave face and no one suspected anything was amiss. He had never intended to act upon his desires, as much as he would have liked to, but had felt the need to share his feelings. He was left beating himself up for the next few days. He had badly miscalculated her response and now could only rely on her tact and hope beyond hope that he could see the incident pass. 

It was after Christmas when he next saw Nathalie, on the Boxing Day. She managed to snatch a quiet moment with him.

'I'm sorry for my reaction before Mike, it was such a shock though!'

'There's no need to apologise Nathalie, I should have thought harder how you would take it. Are you still disgusted with me?'

'No, that's the thing, I'm more curious now and confused. I know you like me, of course. I know maybe I've been ever so slightly flirtatious at times, but why do you want to do what you said. I don't understand.'

'I'll try to explain, but not now. Can you come round next week and I'll tell you.'

'OK Mike., I'll send you an email and we can arrange something, but I wish I knew now.'

Mike kissed her on the forehead.

'I'll let you know babe, but I have to find the words.'

'OK.'

Nathalie adjusted her fringe as she was always doing and smiled one of her smiles. Mike felt better now.

A few days later, Nathalie had found an excuse to go round to Mike's house. It was not something she did that often, but made the excuse that she needed some help with a spreadsheet, something on which Mike was an expert. Mike looked at her fondly when she arrived and was more than pleased to see her in her shiny black leggings and tiny denim skirt. He took her coat and did a double take at her tight black top, with its sheer, semi-transparent, black sleeves. 

'Wow, you look good as usual Nat.'

'Thanks Mike, I made an effort. Do you like my top?'

'Yes.' He said plainly.

'Do you want a drink Nat?'

She looked a little unsure. As if she didn't know what to ask for.

'Do you want a beer?'

'Yeah!' 

She had not long been drinking legally, but her Mother always discouraged it, being teetotal herself. Mike fetched two beers and they sat on his sofa in the back. 

'The thing is Nathalie.' He said when they had each taken a draught of beer. 'You will be dating soon no doubt, and I'll feel so envious. So left out. I will know that someone will be enjoying your beautiful body and I won't. That hurts. It hurts so much Nat.'

'Oh Mike.'

'Does that make any sense at all?'

'I'm not dating though, I went to the pictures with that one guy, but he was a twat!'

'I know Kath told me, but you will though.'

'I suppose, of course, I go to Uni next year.'

'I just thought, if I could have you in a little way, I would be happy. I would be contented and not eaten away with anxiety for what I was missing.'

Nathalie shuffled on the sofa and her breasts jiggled in her top, Mike fixing his gaze on them brazenly. 

'Does this top make you want to touch me?'

'Yes, it does. Very, very much.'

Nathalie looked as if she was deep in thought and played with the fringe of her long, dark brown hair.

'Mike, if I let you play with me and stuff, will you buy me lots of nice things?'

Mike was taken aback. His heart pumped a bit faster and he felt hot and his scalp was prickly with a sudden rush of jangled nerves.

'Nathalie, are you serious? I thought we were trying to find a way round this.'

'Yes, I know, but you haven't just stopped fancying me have you?'

'No of course not, but it's deeper than that.'

'I just thought the experience would be good I suppose and if you bought me things and gave me money now and then, it would help keep me quiet.'

'Are you blackmailing me?'

'Noooo, I'm just saying. It will focus my mind, not to drop you in it, that's all. It sort of makes me complicit.'

'Fucking hell Nathalie, that's complex.'

'Sorry, I just...'

'OK, anything you want anyway. I would have treated you like silly in any case.'

'That's good then.'

There was a momentary awkward silence as Mike looked his niece up and down. He moved right up to her on the sofa and put his arm around her, pulling her close to him. She looked down at her lovely tits and looked at her uncle and smiled. Slowly and casually Mike rolled the back of his hand over the smooth round bumps in her top. His breathing just got a little deeper as he caressed both breasts in his left hand. 

'They feel so soft Nat. Will you take your top and your bra off, so I can feel them properly?'

She knelt on the sofa and pulled her black top over her head. Her hair fell back in place, in a lovely slightly messed way and Mike ran his fingers through the soft strands and pushed her hair away from her face. She had copious mounds of cleavage, which invited him to prod his index finger in between as Nathalie undid the catches on her brassiere. The garment fell away, revealing a perfect pair of juicy tits, her smooth, puffy nipples, pink like blobs of sugar candy. Mike knelt on the floor between her legs and cupped her breasts in his hands and licked each one. He rolled his tongue over her them, savouring their warmth and milky scent. It sent a shiver down Nathalie's back as he sucked gently. She felt relaxed and yet excited by what she was doing. There had always been a spark between them, but now it was a different electric, sexual relationship. To both of them it felt wrong and yet so right. 

'Are you hard, have you got wood?!' Nathalie asked with genuine youthful interest. 

'Yes! I'll show you.' 

Nathalie gazed ahead as Mike unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He pulled his jeans and pants down together. His cock was immediately up and twitching, a couple of inches from his niece's face. Mike felt an amazing rush of testosterone and adrenaline as he exposed his thick, hardened penis.

'Touch it Nat.'

'What do I do?'

'Just stroke it underneath. Play with it.'

Mike took a sharp intake of breath as he felt her soft, delicate touch on his dick. She twirled her fingers around the end and stroked it along the length. It made Mike squirm and wince as a little drop of pre-cum oozed out the end.

'Ooh what's that!.' Said Nathalie, a drop of the moisture on her index finger. 

'It's when men get very excited, it's like before I cum.'

'I want to make you cum, what do I do?'

Mike thought for a second. He knew what he wanted. How he wanted to sate himself; to completely indulge and make the most of the situation, without any concern for how taboo and unethical it was. His only thoughts now were for complete gratification.

'Will you let me put it in your mouth Nat?'

'Yes, I suppose.'

'Nat?'

'Yes?'

'I want to cum in your mouth, will you let me do that?'

'Yes, whatever you want'

Mike's dick became that little bit harder as he dwelled upon fulfilling one of his darkest desires. He wiped the end of his cock on her lips and she opened her mouth and let him in. It was soft and moist and Mike gasped with pleasure. He eased himself in and out of her mouth as Nathalie stared up at him, with a look of total submission He stroked her cheeks and her chin tenderly as he felt the first wave of pre-orgasm. His cock got harder and throbbed. Nathalie knew something was happening. Mike's groans of pleasure grew louder until he half choked/half yelled, a jet of cum spraying into his niece's mouth. As this welled over her tongue another load came like a little waterfall of spunk and then another. Mike pulled out and allowed her to swallow. She smiled and Mike jerked the last few drops over her lips and chin, his face wrinkled in pleasure.

'Is it normally that much.' She asked.

'No, that was a double!'

Mike was speaking as if he had been running and he took a deep breath as his heart slowly returned to normal. He knelt on the floor and wiped what was left on Nathalie's face into her mouth

'Happy now?'

'Very. Your so special baby. 'Please keep this between us.'

'Yes, a promise is a promise. You keep me happy with my gifts and money and I'll keep you and your friend here happy.'

'OK. You're awesome Nat.'

'What about Hayley?'

'What about Hayley?'

'Don't you want her too.'

'I like her. I love her like you but I don't feel the same connection.'

'But would you?'

'Yes Nat, I would, but I'm not sure she would. But Nat, you mustn't say anything. Please promise!!!'

'OK, OK, I promise. I was just saying, that's all.'

'I know babe.'

'Do you want to do other things next time?'

'Yes, it would be good, if you're happy with it.'

'I'll look forward to it.'

Mike took out his wallet. 

'Is thirty pounds OK for today?'

'Wow! Yes, that's great - thank you!'

She gave her uncle a big hug and set off for home, a little richer and a little less innocent.

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  Fuck your Mummy with that lovely cock
Posted by: incest - 10-15-2018, 03:42 PM - Forum: Mom Son Incest Stories - Replies (1)

Earlier that evening she told me to pretend I wasn't her son. OK, I thought, this I can do. I also wondered if asking to feel her tits would be a step too far. I decided that it would probably provoke a negative reaction.

They did look good though, her breasts, and all I wanted to do was feel them.

'For God's sake,' my mother hissed at me in the bar. Her eyes flicked left and right while the benign cool of a Cuban evening breeze wafted over us. I looked around the place and saw a barman pouring rum, a handful of tables under a roof of woven branches and, amongst the sunburned couples and groups enjoying their Caribbean holiday, a middle-aged man smiling uncertainly. He appeared to be nonplussed by my presence, and the fact I was talking to her, my mother. 'Don't let on you're my son. I don't want anyone to know I have a son your age,' she muttered through a fake smile.

The middle-aged bloke stood up and then paused with a degree of uncertainty before nervously approaching.

Out of the corner of her mouth my dear mater muttered: 'Go away.'

Pretending to be hurt, but also enjoying her look of horror at my raised voice I replied: 'Well thanks, Mum. I followed you all the way out here and this is it. That's how you greet me?' I looked her up and down, noted the long, light blue dress with inch-wide shoulder straps. It suited her, complimented her tan and showed off her boobs. Those tits taunted me, the deep, smooth cleavage begging to be touched ... I ached to kiss those smooth orbs. 'You're looking good, Mum,' I said as nonchalantly as I could manage in a parting salvo. 'Meet me for breakfast?'

She nodded, no doubt relieved I was leaving.

As tired as I was after the long flight, sleep remained elusive. I lay on my back in the big bed and thought about her.

The boob job had done it for me. Before that, before the transformation, my mother was just my mother to me; but after she'd had her breasts done things changed. My mother had always looked after herself, obsessing over her figure -- diminutive and somewhat athletic. Compact. Yet after the boob job her sexual allure was multiplied many times over. And I became aware of her as a sexual entity; she was no longer 'just' my mother.

'Do I look forty?' she'd ask. 'I don't feel forty, and I don't think I look forty ... Do I look forty to you?' The next year it was, 'Do I look forty-one?' etc. 'I'm having a boob job,' she blithely informed me on her forty-second birthday.

Nothing or nobody could dissuade her.

The effect on me when I saw her new figure for the first time, when I returned home from an extended trip away following an internship at one of Dad's banks, was instant. My body reacted to my mother as she confidently walked up to me at Heathrow and embraced me. I saw her approaching and was forced into a double take. This woman, a good-looking, pretty, blue eyes and long black hair, dressed in a pair of loose fitting cargo pants and a Lara Croft vest was my mother.

Her tits ... Wow!

'Welcome home,' she'd breathed into my ear after a chaste, motherly brush of her lips on my cheek. I struggled to make sense of the feelings, the confusion of my sudden, savage erection her appearance elicited. The feel of her ribcage under my fingers as my hands encircled her body, with my thumbs just below those fantastic breasts, and the scent of her clean hair and perfume in my nostrils added to the whirl of conflicting emotions within me.

This was my mother; I shouldn't be feeling like this.

Unaware of the effect she had on me, but probably noting the admiring male glances as we walked through the arrivals hall, my mother jabbered away about family goings on and neighbourhood gossip. 'How's your father?' she asked, sniffing derisively before dropping that subject completely.

That had been two years ago. I'd had two years of struggle to keep my hands off her. Whenever she was close my cock thickened with interest. Damn but I wanted her. She became an obsession; so much so that I'd contrived an excuse to join her on her holiday in Cuba. I might only have just turned twenty-five but I was earning enough working for Dad to be able to afford the trip.

Madness. How would I cope with seeing her in a bikini? I kept that image in my head however and, using those pictures in my mind, masturbated to a swift, teeth-grinding orgasm. Thick spurts of semen squirted across my belly and chest while, in my head, it was my mother's breasts that were garlanded with my ejaculate.

'Come all over Mummy's tits,' she breathed, her eyes gleaming with excitement. 'Show me how much you love me. Plaster me with lovely spunk.'

I groaned with frustration into the night, masturbation was only a temporary respite. After wiping myself with my travel-dirty tee-shirt I rolled onto my side. Sleep came eventually, but my dreams were full of her.

*

'Stay close to me today.'

I looked up bemused from the croissant and coffee at the sound of her voice. Yesterday she'd told me to get lost, now here she was with conflicting instructions. 

'What?' I replied.

My mother, wearing sunglasses and smoking her morning cigarette enlightened me. 'It got a little ... awkward last night.' I swear she blushed then, unusual for my over-confident, narcissistic mother.

'How?'

'Well, I had a little rum.' She held her forefinger and thumb and inch apart. 'Just a drop.'

I nodded, not quite believing as she continued. 

'And rather stupidly agreed to ...' My mother paused and drew on her cigarette.

'Go on,' I encouraged with a nod of my head at her reticence. 'Tell me.'

'... Skinny dipping,' she replied, sotto voce, as clandestine as Peter Sellers in the Pink Panther films. 

My emotions vacillated -- jealousy at who had been with her, and desire when images of her naked in the moonlight sprang to mind. There came the usual self-loathing for entertaining carnal thoughts for my own mother, yet even so I imagined the water dripping down her body, her hair, short and shaggy, almost boyish these days, plastered to her head, nipples thick and long, areola puckered from the cool sea water.

'And Raymond got a bit too ... amorous ... Are you listening?' my mother asked when she noticed my glazed expression.

'Uhm ... Yeah,' I responded absently, adding: 'Who's Raymond?' Somebody I wanted to strangle. The bastard who'd been skinny dipping with my mother. Did he get his paws on her boobs?

'Just a man I met here. Nothing's been going on -- he's not really my type. He was good fun at first, and has pots of money, but ...' she pulled a face. '... Just not my type at all,' she concluded, dragging at her cigarette again.

There was more to it but I decided not to press the issue. 'So what do I have to do?' I asked.

'Well,' my mother began hesitantly, which was definitely not like her. 'I thought that ... what I mean is that you could sort of pretend to be ...' She laughed, obviously embarrassed.

'What? What could I pretend?'

There was a hopeful moment when my mother leaned close across the table towards me that I thought her jugs would spill out of the sarong she had wrapped around her body. 'Just pretend to be interested in me. You know ... Like ... interested in me.' 

'As in fancy you?'

'Yes, if you want to put it that way. Just keep near me, walk around with me, holding hands as though we've just met and are suddenly mad about each other.'

I saw myself reflected in stereo in my mother's sunglasses. I wondered if she noticed my eagerness.

'I reckon I could do that,' I grinned. 'It wouldn't be too much hardship.' I added: 'You're a good-looking lady, Mum.' My voice caught on the next sentence. 'If you weren't my mum I'd probably fancy you for real.' If I'd stood up at that moment, my mother would have seen the evidence of my sincerity; a hard-on that could cut glass.

Her reply shocked me. 'And if you weren't my son,' she said, an odd grin on her face. 'I'd take you skinny dipping one night.' Apparently unaware of my flabbergasted, slack-jawed stare my mother ground out the stub of her cigarette in the ash-tray. 'Meet me by the big pool in half an hour,' she continued brightly, pointing elegantly in the general direction of our rendezvous. 'You can make yourself useful and rub lotion on my back.' She sighed and rolled her eyes. 'Raymond was ever so keen to do that.' Across the back of her hand she whispered: 'And a bit pervy.' In her normal voice, she finished, 'See you soon.' She stood and picked up her cigarettes and lighter. 'Half an hour,' she added with a wave.

I watched her walk away, admiring her trim figure and shapely backside as she wove between tables, moving graceful as a dancer. She might have hair like a boy but no way could she be mistaken for one. All I could do was sit, order another coffee, and wait for my cock to settle down.

*

My eyes were on stalks. 'Jesus, Mum!'

'Call me Elaine,' she said. 'And what are you oh Jesusing about?'

I hadn't meant to blurt but seeing that bikini -- or what passed for a bikini, as far as I could see it was three insignificant triangles of cloth and some string -- forced the cry from my throat. 'That ...' I waved my hands ineffectually ... swimsuit.'

'Don't you like it?' she asked, examining herself critically.

I thought it was fucking sensational. It made me want to push her onto the deck, part her legs, rip the bottom piece away and just suck at her clit until she squirted on my tongue. My mother, I couldn't fail to notice, was either completely devoid of a pubic bush or had it severely coiffed. Her pudenda positively bulged inside the scrap of bright yellow cloth. I swear I could make out the indentation of her cleft. The apology of a waistband was two thin lengths of string that looped high on my mother's hips, exaggerating the length of her legs and disappearing between the cleft of her buttocks.

And on top it was simply jaw-dropping. She'd chosen her implants well. Perfect size for her, not the overinflated, stretched look I'd seen in pictures of glamour models; they looked so real too, completely natural. I wondered again how they would feel.

'It's stunning,' I managed eventually, sincerely.

'I wasn't too sure,' my mother responded, flicking a towel over the recliner. 'It certainly got some attention,' she added neutrally. 'Be a good lad, Eric,' my mother said after settling face-down on her sun lounger. 'Oil up my back will you please?' 

I'd forgotten about that in the excitement of seeing my mother virtually nude. She held out a bottle of lotion. I took it with a trembling hand and, kneeling next to the woman on the bed, drizzled some of the gunk onto her shoulders. 'Mmm,' she murmured appreciatively as I began to massage the stuff into her sun-warmed skin. 'That's nice.'

The feel of her under my fingers, my palms gliding over her flesh, and her purr of approval stiffened my cock. Thank fuck she was face down and couldn't see my discomfort. I began high up around her shoulders but soon worked my way lower, massaging the sun lotion into her back, feeling the knobs of her spine under my hands. At her instruction, with a gulp, I pulled the string of her bikini top to undo the bow. She was now bare from the waist up. If she got up for any reason I'd be able to see her breasts; her nipples would no longer be a figment of my imagination, next time I pulled my cock I could visualise them. In a moment of daring I allowed my fingers to stray down either side of my mother's body; she didn't flinch when I brushed the flanks of her breasts. I day-dreamed about my mother's bare tits as my hands slid closer and closer towards her buttocks. Reckless with desire I let my hand slide over one taut cheek. My heart hammered in my chest. Would she object?

'That's a little bit inappropriate,' she commented. I lifted my hand and muttered an apology. 'But carry on, silly,' my mother added as she squirmed against the towel, lifting her hips and actually pushing her arse into the air an inch or two. 'You've done one, now do the other.'

Sweat poured off me. Melted sun lotion oozed from my forehead and into my eyes. It was hot under the Caribbean sun, but not that hot. I shifted on my knees and gently massaged my mother's buttocks, even considering the highly risky tactic of sliding a finger between her legs. Oiling her arse cheeks was one thing, fingering my mother's vulva was a whole different league.

But I was sorely tempted. I could have cried with frustration.

'I'll do you now,' I heard my mother say. 'You're so pale you'll burn to a crisp in a day.'

At first I had a crazy notion she meant sex before it dawned on me that she intended to rub cream into my back.

And it all happened at once. She rolled onto her side and there they were, the breasts I'd longed to see for the past two years swung into view. Unfortunately, in my panic to hide my jutting erection I stood up, bringing the front of my shorts to the optimum point for her to observe my tumescent state.

Even as my mother hefted herself onto her elbows for the turn I gabbled a refusal: 'No, need Mum, I'll sit in the shade and read.'

Too late.

'Oh!' she cried with her face inches from the damning evidence. 'Eric ...' she spluttered. 'Oh my ...' A hand came to her mouth. The moment stretched endlessly. There was no ignoring the huge bulge, and the cause was obvious. 'Jesus, Eric,' my mother spat, recovering somewhat and sitting upright. She lifted the sunglasses from her eyes while I just stood there staring at her tits, with my hard-on like a rock star's microphone tenting my shorts inches from her face. 'What on Earth caused that?' my mother asked in surprise, eyes scanning the poolside for witnesses to this embarrassing scene. Fortunately it was still early and we had the place to ourselves.

'Mum,' I croaked hoarsely. It was all I could manage at that moment. I stepped back and then sat heavily on the chair which neighboured my mother's; all the while, even then, keeping those superb tits in sight.

My mother, Elaine, noticing my sight line, regarded me with comprehension dawning. 'Oh!' She exclaimed.

I confessed, all of it, beginning at Heathrow and ending by admitting I'd even considered sliding my finger along the cleft of her pussy. My mother stared at me throughout my low-voiced monologue. When I'd finished she kept on staring. Then she looked down at her breasts, the catalyst for all of this.

'I need a drink,' she said finally.

'But it's only half-ten,' I replied.

'So what?' My mother stood and wrapped her body in the pale blue sarong. 'I still need a drink after that revelation, Eric.' She gathered her accoutrements. 'Come on,' she ordered with a jerk of her head, indicating I should follow. 'We need to talk.'

Rather than go to the bar as I'd expected, my mother led me to her apartment. The air-con hit me like a fist. I noticed my mother's nipples react to the blast of cold air. Despite my chagrin I still desired her. The door closed behind me while my mother went to the fridge and took out a large bottle of Coke. She poured a generous measure of rum from another bottle, and then splashed the cola into the glass. When I nodded at the proffered bottle she poured a drink for me as well.

'I don't know what to say,' she began, and then swigged heavily at her drink. She lit a cigarette. I thought it prudent to keep quiet about the no smoking rule in the rooms, there was no telling how incendiary her mood might be now. 'I'm angry ... But I'm flattered too, which is confusing the hell out of me,' she said at last. She smoked in silence for a few moments, and then carried her drink to one of the hugely cushioned armchairs. 'Sit,' she instructed, using her cigarette as a pointer. I sat in the chair opposite her. My mother crossed her legs, automatically my eyes flicked to her bared flesh. 'My own son,' she mused, speaking to herself. 'I know I said to act like you fancied me, Eric, but you took it a bit too far.' To my relief she laughed. 'I'm flattered,' she said emphatically, nodding as though she'd reached her decision. 'It's what I wanted. A good-looking, personable young man to lust after me ...' She looked levelly in my direction, blowing smoke towards the ceiling. '... I just never imagined it'd be you.' She laughed again, this time shaking her head at the irony.

'I'm sorry, Mum,' I said, my eyes downcast.

'Elaine,' my mother reminded me. 'I still want to carry on the charade.' She then added: 'But this will take a bit of digesting.' My mother drained the last of the rum from the glass. 'I still want to use you as a deflection from creepy Raymond. I don't need him complicating things. He was bad enough last night. I need you, Eric. Let me process your bombshell, but in the meantime we'll keep up the pretence.' She stood. 'Another drink?' she asked moving to the counter upon which the rum bottle sat.

Ah, the rum, thank God for the rum.

*

I woke up with a start, in a strange room, head woolly from a cocktail of rum and jet-lag and strained emotions. Hazy images came to mind; I could smell sun tan lotion. I sniffed my hands ...

That was it! I was in my mother's holiday apartment, in her bed. It all came back to me then. I'd crashed out in the comfortable embrace of the arm chair. I dimly recalled my mother leading me gently to her bedroom, pulling back the cover to reveal white sheets, and me collapsing, still in my shorts onto their crisp freshness.

'You have a little snooze,' my mother said, kissing me lightly on the forehead. Then she was gone. I slept.

When I emerged from the bedroom my mother was sitting on the balcony, smoking and reading. I noticed the glass of rum in front of her and quickly checked the level in the bottle.

'What time is it?' I asked, still woozy, scratching my head.

'Just after one. We should have some lunch.' The rum in the bottle had dropped by a few inches or so. I estimated she'd been on it since I'd crashed and burned, but wasn't in too bad a shape. 'I'll just shower,' my mother continued. 'I'm still plastered in sun oil.'

She left me alone on the balcony. I looked out across the immaculate grounds of the complex. With my head throbbing, and with a raging thirst I took several quick swallows of Coke. The brain freeze hit me, eventually abating to leave me marginally more clear-headed. Then, just as I was putting the cola back in the fridge, my mother appeared covered in only a towel.

She looked at me for a long time, saying nothing; I just stood and gawped at her tanned legs and bare, sun-kissed shoulders.

'We should get this over with,' she said enigmatically.

'What ...?' I managed.

'You said you wanted to feel them,' my mother said with a shrug of her shoulders. 'Other people have asked,' she pulled a face, 'And I've let them. Women, men ...' She shrugged again. 'Why not you?' The towel parted, my mother holding the edges like a park flasher. Of course she was completely bare beneath. I took it all in. The contrast between her pale skin, the tan lines from the bikini bottoms high on her hips and the golden hue of the darker flesh; I saw the precise stripe of her waxed pubic bush -- that answered that question -- and, of course, her jugs. 'Come on,' she said as casual as you like. 'Come and feel them.'

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Posted by: incest - 10-15-2018, 03:33 PM - Forum: Mom Son Incest Stories - Replies (1)

My mom was not a Martha Stewart, but I can't really complain. She had given up everything for me, even her own birthday. She had given birth in the back seat of an old beat up hot rod, running from a controlling family back in Louisiana and headed west racing the sun. If she hadn't stopped to eat and rest her aching back in the parking lot of a small town cafe outside of Austin Texas perhaps things would have turned out differently for both of us.

Adopted by grandma and papa Cooper, and finding herself among the welcoming community, she finished high school and earned a business degree which she used to start her career as a real estate agent. Grandma passed away shortly after, her greatest wish fulfilled. I was five years old then and it has been me and mom against the world since, living in a 3 bedroom two story red brick home 2 blocks from where she had given birth.

Every time my birthday came, mom would keep me out of school and we would spend an entire 24 hours doing anything that I wanted. It didn't matter if it was street hockey or rolling around in the mud she would do it and we would both laugh and play. But it was always about ME and what I wanted.

I started realizing that mom no longer had a birthday of her own. So after everything she had done for me I wanted to make this, her 34th birthday, about her. I had to be sneaky of course or we never would have made it past breakfast. Thankfully grandma had left me a bit of money for situations just like this.

The day started at 8:00am as I woke her with a breakfast in bed. I had woken early to prepare a delicious tray of creamy strawberry crêpes, a bowl of blueberries and whip cream, coffee, and a large glass of orange juice. I had spent days practicing and according to Mary Jane, my cooking coach, they were perfect.

My hands trembled and the tray shook in my arms. I watched ripples form in the coffee and prayed softly that it didn't spill. Mom would never get out of bed this early without a stiff cup of coffee to wake her up. I found her door unlocked and gently pushed it open.

This was my first look at Sarah Le Blanc,. Not mom or Sarah Cooper the real estate agent but the real Sarah Le Blanc, the lost and abandoned girl who had become a woman at 16. She was beautiful with her long blonde hair held by a scrap of yarn, just a few strays clinging to her white satin pillow case. Her pearl colored skin seemed to glow in the morning light.

She had kicked the blankets off and was lying half on her side and half on her stomach, her firm round cheeks laid bare. A long T shirt was bunched up around her back. She had one hand clutching a pillow and the other appeared to be trapped between her legs. 

Unsure what else to do I sat the tray down on the nightstand before leaning over and kissing her softly on the cheek. She groaned softly and stretched into a yawn as she quickly lifted the sheet to cover her legs. Turning towards me she looked at the tray and a sparkling smile stretched across her lips.

"For me? Oh how sweet." She cooed.

"I want to do this right." My hands trembled as I looked at her.

Seeing that I was already nervous she made it easier by propping herself up with pillows and patting her lap. Slowly I moved the tray, she reached for the coffee but stopped her hand as she noticed the scrap of paper underneath.

A hundred different thoughts flashed in her eyes as she pulled the note free. One line had said it all. "I want a day with Sarah Le blanc." After a long silent moment she patted the bed beside her. Taking her invitation, I began the day by feeding her in bed.

She moaned in pleasure as I slid the first powdery bite onto her tongue. "You really don't have to..." I fed her another bite, drawing another little moan from her lips. "Feed me" she moaned.

"You fed me every day for two entire years. I think I can handle one breakfast." I chuckled taking a blueberry from the bowl and dipping it in whipped cream before offering it to her opened lips.

"Mmmm, you're going to spoil me." She moaned.

"You deserve to be spoiled, and if not by me...then who?" I looked into her eyes and offered another bite. "After all, you wound up pregnant with me when you were fifteen, and you could have aborted me, but you didn't. Not even when my father disappeared... You've sacrificed a hell of a lot, to have me and raise an 'oops', all on your own, and that deserves more than just a little spoiling!"

Mom turned to look directly at me, and a dark furrow creased her brow as a brief glint of anger flashed in her emerald green eyes.

"Jonathan Michael Cooper, I'm pretty sure I've told you before," she spoke the words slowly, and with emphasis, "but - in case I didn't - you were NOT an 'oops'! You were the BEST birthday gift I've ever received! And, there's that old phrase, 'the gift that keeps on giving'? Well, you've kept on giving me joy and happiness, and amusement and amazement, for the last 18 years. Nothing anyone could buy me, from a store, could ever top that!"

"Well, then be amazed and amused with this magical breakfast," I smiled at her, my heart warming at her comment.

"I should, but I can't help thinking about all the calories," she chuckled.

"We'll burn most of them off of you, today, Mom," I assured her. "As soon as you finish eating and get yourself washed and dressed, we're off to the mall,"

"Isn't this enough?" she asked, waving her hand at the tray on her lap.

"No," I shook my head. "You are always buying ME stuff but nothing for yourself. We're going to spend the better part of the day fixing that! You're a beautiful woman, and you deserve beautiful things," Mom tried to protest, but I kept shoving sweet delicious fruity goodness into her mouth. Finally, she surrendered.

After I had stuffed her stomach with all it could hold she reached over me for the pack of Marlboro 100 cigarettes on her end table, I beat her to it. At first the look she flashed me was stern as if she was about to tell me that I was not old enough, then she seemed to remember what day it was and she leaned back giving me a grin. "Go ahead, if you want."

I was around 14 and she had driven us out to the lake so we could watch the lunar eclipse over the water. We'd been laying on our backs, the water lapping at our feet, when she pulled a pack from her pocket and took out a cigarette. Placing the filter between her lips she flicked a 75 cent purple lighter purchased as we filled the gas tank. Her breasts rose and fell with each drag. I'm pretty sure that had been the moment of my first erection, watching her smoke in the moonlight... Since that day I have been bugging her to let me try one but the answer was always the same, wait until you're 18. Well today, I'm 18.

I pulled one out and held it in my lips as I've always watched her do and struck the lighter with my thumb. Touching flame to tip I inhaled....I doubled over the edge of the bed, holding the cigarette far away until mom snatched it from my hand. I swear I heard her giggling as I coughed and hacked away.

"How do you do it?" I asked holding a hand to my burning chest.

"I'd been seeing this really hot-looking guy, around the halls. I really wanted to meet him, but it seemed like he was always with this mixed group of guys and girls, and I didn't want to barge in, just to introduce myself. I mean, what if he was with one of the girls, in the group? I'd have been so freaking embarrassed!"

"So, one day, I saw him - standing by himself, smoking - out back of the gym. This was my perfect chance to meet him, but I drew a blank on what to say, to break the ice. I got desperate, and finally saw that he was standing right next to this big "No Smoking" sign. So I walked over and threatened to report him, for smoking there. He asked me if there was anything he could do, to keep me from squealing to the principal on him." She paused, to take a drag from her Marlboro, leaving me hanging! How dare she?

"And you told him...?" I prompted her.

Mom smiled at me and ruffled my hair.

"I looked him in the eye and, with my sweetest 'cute girl' expression, I pointed at his cigarette, and said, 'Teach me?'"

"Your dad laughed his head off, and started to pull a pack of Marlboro out of his jacket pocket, but just then the end-of-lunch bell rang." 'Do you ride the bus?' he asked me, and I told him I did. Then he asked where I lived, and I told him that. Then he asked what time I had to be home, and I told him 4:45, since nobody else would be home at my house before 5:15, at the earliest. I figured that, since school let out at 3:30 that would give us plenty of time. "Your dad nodded at me, took the last drag from his cigarette, and stomped on the butt. Then he looked at me, touched my chin with his one index finger, and said, 'Meet me here, after school, and I'll teach you.'" 'What about my bus?' I asked him. 'I've got a car,' he said. 'I'll drive you home.' "

"Okay," I snorted. "That clears up how you and Dad met. It doesn't say how he taught you to smoke."

"Oh - that!" she chuckled. "He kissed me."

"That's it? He kissed you? I don't see how that taught you how to smoke..."

"Then I guess you'll have to stay tuned, for part two, kiddo!" she laughed, ruffling my hair again.

"Now, turn around. Momma's gotta go get her shower and get dressed, so you can take her out and spoil her rotten!"

"That's not fair, at all, leaving me hanging, like this!" I grumbled, turning around. 

Briefly, I wondered if she'd forgotten the mirror on her dresser, across from the foot of her bed -- in which I could see her reflection with perfect clarity.

"Well, at least I'm not telling you to tune in, tomorrow - same Bat-time, same Bat-channel, Jon!" she laughed.

I had no choice but to let her go. I knew that continuing to grumble would get me simply nowhere, with her, when she was in a mood like this. I directed my gaze to the mirror, and almost betrayed myself, as she came fully into view. She'd already stripped off her t-shirt, and she was totally bare. I caught a brief flash of her luscious tits, but my attention was rapidly diverted to her lower abdomen - and the little landing strip of hair just above her mons.

My own shower took quite a bit longer than normal. I stepped out of the spray smelling of watermelon and kiwi from head to toe. It wasn't until I was standing naked in my own room that I realized the flaw in my plan. I groaned when I realized we were both going to be subjected to make overs today. Grumbling to myself I dressed in my most comfortable jeans, a pair of fruit of the looms which I hated, a T shirt that didn't really fit, and sneakers that I bought six months ago.

When I had told Mom I wanted a car for my 16th birthday, and then suggested we spend the day playing in the mud she had given me a silly little look. That day we bought a used jeep, and she taught me how to really play in the mud. Since it is mine I wanted to drive it as we went to get ourselves made over, hopefully by people who actually knew what they were doing. I drove the twelve miles east to Austin and we ended up at the mall, a place mom had somehow managed to avoid.

I remember Grandma always saying that to start something new one must first build a foundation. Mom always brushed her hair before getting dressed in the mornings so I decided that was a good place to start.

"What is wrong with my hair?" Mom squealed as she realized where I was taking her.

"Nothing, I love it and so will you. We're just going to get a little trim and maybe some highlights." I guided her with one hand on her back into the salon.

"You could use a cut too then." She grinned as I directed her to an empty chair.

Thankfully she did not make me get my nails painted but it was a little distracting having them trimmed and filed while someone cut and styled my hair. I mean seriously, who would be looking at my toe nails?

While a lovely full figured beauty queen worked on my toes, an equally lovely though much older lady chopped off my hair. Once she had cut it with the scissors, as if that wasn't enough, she took out a pair of clippers and buzzed it too. She left just a bit on the top so she could run her fingers through it and make it dance.

I didn't get to watch mom's transformation. They cut off her ponytail, seeing this almost made me cry. The only thing that kept the tears at bay was the fact she looked even more radiant without it. Her hair was now cut just above the shoulders and layered with rich reddish brown highlights and just a speckle of glitter that framed her angelic face.

"Wow" We said together.

"You did a good job ladies." I reached for my wallet.

I made sure they all had a nice proper tip before taking mom's hand and led her next door, into Bare Escentuals. Seeing mom in her "professional" makeup that was less real estate sales and more something else the ladies behind the counter were more than happy to help out. They not only cleaned off and redid her face but taught her how to apply just enough to enhance her already beautiful features. After they had finished I was truly amazed at what a foundation with a bit of pink on the cheeks, a deep ruby red lipstick, and a soft shadow under her eyes could do. This is what I consider a professional woman's makeup.

She looked like a movie star from the neck up...now we needed to work on the neck down. I had to drag her into Victoria's Secret, playfully of course. Once I threatened to carry her she relented. I didn't know much about lingerie other than I liked it...a lot. So I didn't feel qualified enough to pick out things she would feel comfortable in. Thankfully the woman standing behind the counter looked rather bored.

She flitted through the racks like a child at Christmas and within minutes mom had a hand basket full of things to try on. I waited patiently, anticipating what her choices might be. It seemed to take forever as she giggled and laughed behind the locked door.

"This stuff is going to cost a fortune!" I heard mom complain.

"You're worth it mom and don't worry...I have more than enough." I chuckled.

"But no one will ever see them..." She complained.

"It doesn't matter whether anyone else sees. You will be wearing them, and you will look and feel sexy. Try something on and tell me I'm wrong." I sighed and listened to the sound of silk sliding against skin. I heard the moment she gave in, I'm pretty sure everyone else did too.

She strutted out of the booth holding her old cotton panties and plain Jane bra over her fingers. In her other hand dangled several tags. She had just a hint of mischief in her eyes as we walked to the register.

Going to the next place on my list. I wanted to let her know that it was ok to be herself at home. I no longer needed `mom' in her baggy clothes and sweat pants. We were both adults and neither of us were exactly innocent.

I wasn't into sports, not in the way most men were. I enjoyed a good game every now and again. I even played football my freshman year but realized it wasn't worth it. I had tried out in an attempt to earn myself a date with a hot older cheerleader, then found out that they were not worth the trouble.

So I channeled all that built up frustration into school work and working out in the gym when I wasn't earning money working at Pop's Grill. My flaw was in thinking enough sit-ups would give me that sexy flat six pack women dream about. After a year of 3,000 sit ups a week I learned the truth about those flat six pack abs.

That said I had enjoyed the look in mom's eyes as I wore my old football jersey around the house. Even if it hadn't fit quite right there was something about it that had always made her smile and her eyes would shine. I missed that, it was like some buried memory had surfaced and it made me curious. Had my sperm donor played football? Was she remembering some pleasurable encounter under the bleachers? Could I put that look in her eyes?

This being Austin Texas, there were Long Horn jerseys all over the place and Sears has a most of them. I found one in my size so that it would hang just a little long on her. This of course would be the first thing I had her try on. She kept complaining about how I was spending all my money on her and not getting anything for myself...So I grabbed the closest thing to me in the right size, a pair of black cotton lounge pants, and dropped them into the basket.

Our hands brushed and I felt her tuck her fingers around mine. Not wanting to ruin the moment I slowed to match her pace as we glided through the aisles. After a bit more prodding from mom I gave in and let her add a few things she wanted me to try on. I gave in because I could tell she really wanted to see me in new clothes... I couldn't very well tell her no while forcing her into a new wardrobe now could I?

When we had seen all Sears had to offer a woman I held her hand just a bit tighter as I guided us to the next place on my list. My eye caught a tear drop dress glittering in a window. It was her favorite color, a soft sparkling green that I knew would bring out the color in her eyes. Dragging her into the boutique I spoke softly to the clerk who was more than happy to help mom try on the dress, and all of its accessories. While mom was busy in the dressing room I mixed and matched the perfect suit for myself.

We still had to put everything away so I had given us two hours to get ready for dinner. I drove us back home and once the jeep was unloaded we went to our separate rooms across the hall from each other. Thirty minutes later I was nervously waiting in the living room in a dark green dress shirt underneath a black blazer, black slacks, and shiny new boots that pinched my toes.

I paced back and forth from stairs to the door for another half hour or so, until eventually she came down. It was a complete transformation, the woman I had known as my mother for the past eighteen years was gone and in her place was the real Sarah Le blanc as she was meant to be. She looked like a princess.

She glided down the steps on green 4 inch heels with sheer thigh high stockings that darkened her legs but didn't hide them and covering her body was that gorgeous sparkly green tear drop dress. Dangling between her breasts was a crystal heart hanging from a gold chain. Her hair was held back but not bound by a glass tiara sparkling with emerald rhinestones. On her ears were two emerald hearts. The only thing missing is what I held in my hand.

I could smell the perfume she loved to tease me with and my mouth instantly watered. Tabu, a scent that is a layering of vanilla, bergamot, and musk that will forever remind me of sleepless nights spent curled in mom's lap watching reruns and the feel of her soft breasts against my cheek.

"Who is this Goddess, and what have you done with my mother?" I asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh, you!" she replied. "Flattery will get you everywhere!"

'Everywhere?' her comment made me wonder, and the naughty glint in her eyes made me wonder even more.

"How did I get so lucky, as to be your date tonight?" I held my arm to her.

"You seduced me with offerings of delicious fruit, sweet pastry, and that devilish tongue. You look hot yourself young man, like a big strong Greek God." She slid her right arm through my left and linked our hands together.

Holding the ring behind my back I began walking towards the door. After a few steps and a long breath I spun around to face her. Pulling her hand up, I kissed the knuckles of her fingers before adding the final piece of her collection and what had been the most expensive.

I slid the 24 karat gold laced with diamond flakes and a sparkling emerald heart onto her right ring finger. "Happy birthday, I love you mom."

"I love you too baby, this is beautiful." She pulled me into a hug so I couldn't see the tears that I felt dripping onto my collar.

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  Fuck me until I become a mommy again - fuck my beautiful mother
Posted by: incest - 10-15-2018, 03:21 PM - Forum: Incest Marriage and Pregnancy Sex Stories - Replies (1)

I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, carefully wiping the water from my smooth skin. I glanced at the wall to briefly admire my body in the mirror. As a 36 year old mother, I felt I still looked great for my age. I carefully looked over my body, proud of the shape I had been able to keep even in my mid to late 30s. I was only about 5'2", and I was just barely over 100 pounds from exercising several times a week. I had creamy white skin with a thin waist and wide hips that accentuated my figure. I moaned quietly as I ran my hands over my perky, D cup breasts and turned to the side to look at my ass in the mirror.

"Hopefully today is the day" I thought to myself, as I placed my hand over my womb. I had been trying to get pregnant for the past several months or so, and I was ovulating this week, hoping to get pregnant again before my internal clock started ticking too far. My only child so far, Michael, was already 18 and about to leave the house out into the world. I had had sex with my husband about a week before, but right now he was on a business trip across the country. Today was the day I planned to take a pregnancy test. I was really hoping for good news; I desperately wanted to be a mother again.

Still nude, I opened the box for the test and sat on the toilet to take it. I followed the instructions to the letter and now I only had to wait 5 minutes to see if the news would be good or not. I set the test on the counter and looked in the mirror one last time, rubbing my sensitive tits again before getting dressed for the day and heading out into the kitchen. I slipped on a tank top and some yoga pants, I hadn't planned on going anywhere important today and it was unbelievably hot outside. No one else was home so I skipped the panties and bra, not wanting to be uncomfortable. I was pretty horny this morning. I didn't have sex with my husband too often, even though I had an incredibly high sex drive. He just didn't seem to be that interested anymore, and while he tried to help me conceive that was just about it; I didn't get relief nearly as much as I would want.

After counting what seemed like an incredibly slow 5 minutes the test was finally ready to be read. I didn't want to get my hopes up, but this would be the last time for the month I'd be able to conceive again. My husband would still be gone for another two weeks and my clock was ticking!

I picked up the test and looked at the marker with a weight in my stomach. It was negative. I had tried not to get my hopes up too much but looking at this every month was crushing. It was just like the doctor had said. I was fertile enough for now, but my husband had a low sperm count, they said it was a less than 10% chance that I'd be able to get pregnant in the near future.

Usually I was able to write it off, but the collective stress of not getting pregnant after so many months of trying began to take its toll on me. "Fuck me!" I said loudly, tears welling up in my eyes. I wanted to have another child so badly, and I was afraid it would never happen at this point. "Come on, Ashley, keep yourself together" I told myself, to no avail. Just as a single tear dropped onto the test, I heard my son walk into the kitchen.

"Hey mom!" Mike said cheerfully, from around the corner before he could read the situation. Just as he said it, he saw the tears in my eyes and obviously knew something was wrong.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he said, now reading what was happening and trying to help me. "Is that a pregnancy test?" he asked, very surprised. I hadn't told him that I was trying to get pregnant yet, I guess now was as good a time as any.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and tried to explain what was happening. "It's nothing, Michael. I just have been trying to get pregnant for the past few months before I no longer can and I haven't had any luck. It's very dis-heartening. But don't worry, it's stupid anyway. I'll probably just end up giving up at this point. It's no big deal." I said, trying to convince myself of that just as much as my son.

"I had no clue. I'm really sorry, mom. I love you." He said, to my surprise. He came up and hugged me hard, trying to comfort me in my time of emotional need. Lately my son had been a lot touchier with me, often giving me hugs and kisses on the cheek without me asking. I had been skeptical earlier but right now I didn't care, I was preoccupied.

We hugged each other for a minute or so until I cheered up, finally realizing my braless tits were pressing through the thin tank top into my son's hard chest. I didn't know my son was even home, that's why I hadn't worn anything more modest, but I guess it didn't matter. He was just my son. I began to feel a hardness pressing against my waist momentarily right before he broke the hug.

As we parted, I looked at my grown up son with pride. He had turned 18 almost a month ago and was a little over 6 feet tall. He played soccer in high school and was pretty toned for a teenager. He had hard abs and strong muscles from working out for the sports he played. He looked like he was probably a lady killer in high school, though I never paid any attention to his personal life.

"Are you okay, now, Mom? Is there anything I can do to help" he asked. What a lovely person he'd turned into, I thought.

"I'm okay, but why are you even here, honey? I asked him, fully changing the subject from the sadness I didn't want to recall. "I thought you worked today."

"No, I switched shifts," he answered nonchalantly, his mind clearly on something else.

"Oh," I said, still very down.

"Okay. Let's go, mom." My son suddenly said, picking up his keys from the counter.

"What? Go where?" I asked, not certain of what he was talking about.

"I'm taking you out for a date. Dad's gone, so you have no one else to cheer you up. I'll gladly make it my job. I hate to see you sad." He said with grief and a hint of something else in his eye. "Get dressed, I'm gonna take you to the plaza for lunch and something fun. We're leaving in 5 minutes!" He turned towards his room to get ready.

Before I could even object he had left the room. "Oh well," I thought to myself, "I guess this will be good for me. I can take my mind off of things for a little bit." I headed upstairs to my room to get dressed, wondering what I should wear.

I looked in my closet for something that wouldn't make me too hot. I saw one of my favorite sundresses in the back of the closet and thought it would be lovely for a day like this. It had really thin straps so I wouldn't be able to wear a bra, but I guess that was fine for such a hot day. I slipped off my tank top and yoga pants and put the dress on over my head. My makeup was already done for the day, so I was fine with that. I looked in the mirror and admired how the thin dress showed off my shapely ass and firm tits. It certainly wasn't slutty looking but it definitely was a slightly revealing dress. I remembered at this point I needed to find some panties. I had thrown almost everything in the wash earlier and now realized I might not have anything I could wear! I began to rummage through my drawers to see if I could find something.

Just as I began to look with no success, my son barged through the door already dressed with his keys in hand. "You ready, mom?" he spoke quickly.

"Yeah, I'm ready but I just need to-"I tried to explain I needed something else, but he cut me off there.

"You look great already, let's go. The lunch place I want to go to closes kinda early so we have to leave now." He explained while pulling my arm.

"Wait, Michael!" I said, surprised at his hurriedness.

"It's fine mom, let's just go!" He pulled my arm and led me down the stairs, in a hurry. I tried to turn around once again but he stopped me, leading me to the door and slapping my ass outside.

I yelped quietly to myself before wondering what had just happened. Had he meant to slap my ass, or just merely push me out the door? It was a little inappropriate especially for his mother but I shook it off since he was clearly in a hurry. "It must have been a mistake" I thought to myself.

We drove to the lunch place he apparently had in mind, me all the while trying not to expose myself with the short dress I was wearing with no panties. We got out of the car, me very carefully, and headed to a cute little restaurant on the edge of the plaza. It was indeed closing soon but we were sat as one of the last customers and given menus.

The waiter came up to us and asked for our order. We told him what we wanted before he asked "Anything to drink? We serve a great deal of different drinks here."

Before I could refuse, my son spoke up. "Yes, we'll take two margaritas, please"

"Of course, sir. And would you and your lovely date like the rims salted?" he asked, eating at us with flattery.

I blushed a deep red "Oh no, he's just my-"

"Yes please, we'd love the glasses salted." My son said as he interrupted me again. Ashley here loves it served like that," he told the waiter, glancing at me with a sarcastic looking grin. With that, the waiter left to get us our food.

I reached over the table and punched my son in the arm. "Hey, what are you doing, trying to embarrass me like that?"

"Oh come on, it's just a joke. You should take it as a compliment; he obviously thought you were young enough to actually be my date. And I know you love margaritas, mom."

"It's just weird, Michael." I told him, still blushing.

"That's what happens when you're hot, mom." He added, surprising me and making me go into an even deeper red.

"The nerves on this boy!" I thought to myself. He surely was popular with the girls if he was like this all the time. Such a flirt!

We enjoyed lunch as the restaurant died down and we talked, enjoying the day. It was really hot and we both ordered another margarita after the meal. We slowly drank it and chatted until the restaurant needed to close.

The waiter came to shoo us off but apparently had a soft spot by then. "I'll give the lovely couple 5 more minutes, but sadly we really need to close after that."

We thanked him and resumed our "date".

I had only finished half of the margarita, but I was small and could tell it was actually really having an effect on me. The wind started to pick up and filled the outside cabana we had been sitting in, blowing a warm breeze up my dress. 

Because of the openness of the dress and the alcohol, I started to get a little aroused. Having no panties only made it worse, and I started to get a little wet.

"We should go now, sweetie." I told him, hoping to get up before I had a wet spot on the back of my dress.

"Alrighty, mom. Let's go look around the plaza."

We walked around the plaza, enjoying the day as it got cooler and cooler. We were obviously both slightly intoxicated, me a little more so, and were giggling like school girls and having a great time

As the day went on we visited the fountains and shops and I slowly realized my son was getting slightly handsy. He'd pull me by my waist to show me something and as we walked around sometimes kept his hand on the small of my back. The day actually started to feel like a date instead of something I'd do with my son.

We had gotten a little tired from walking and decided to look for a place to sit. I thought I spotted a bench over in the distance and tried to tippy toe on my heels to see it. Just then, a giant gust of wind started to blow and went right under my dress. My back was to my son, and before I could react enough the wind blew it completely up. I was able to place my hands in the front so nothing too intimate would show, but I realized too late that I was giving my son a great view of my naked, round ass.

"Woah, mom," he said, laughing as he stared at my unfavorable situation. "Having trouble?"

I didn't want to turn to him in case he saw anything, but I couldn't get the back part of my dress down. I blushed even harder than earlier as I gave my 18 year old son a great show of my tight ass. After a few seconds or so the gust finally died down and my dress fell down.

I turned to my son, bright red with embarrassment, and tried to say something before he suddenly took my hand.

He turned me around and pointed at a cinema. "Let's go see that movie! The trailer looked fun!" He just ignored what had happened.

"I don't know," I said, uncertain and too embarrassed to want to do anything else.

"Of course you do!" he exclaimed, once again smacking my butt through the dress in the direction of the theater.

There it was again. I was drunk, but I knew it was on purpose this time. My son had just touched my ass! What was he doing?

"Fine," I ignored his hand, "It better be good though!"

"I'm sure it will be great," he replied, looking me in the eye with something I just couldn't quite put my finger on. I brushed it off as we entered the theater.

The cinema was completely dead on the inside. It was a really hot day and the theater itself was hot, but there was absolutely no one else in the theater.

"Oh cool, we get to choose whichever spot we want!" my son pointed out, obviously excited. "Let's go up there!" he whispered, pointing to the corner.

The theater had a back row right under the projector, and then two more sets of 4 seats on either side of the box, one more row up from the back middle. As we walked up the steps, I felt my son's hand on my back again, this time the bottom of his fingers holding my ass as he pushed me up the steps. I ignored it once again, attributing it to alcohol and the weird angle of the steps, and went to our seats.

We sat in the back corner and waited for the movie to start. The armrests on the seats were already up when we got there, so we sat down and I leaned into my son's chest, getting comfortable.

The movie started and we began watching it, pseudo-cuddling in the seats in the back. There was no one in the theatre, but if even there were we were pretty hidden behind the corner.

About 20 minutes into the movie, I noticed my son's hand was on my leg, near my lap. As a few more minutes passed, his hand slowly crept up my thigh until he was grabbing the very upper part of my leg, just under where my dress started. I didn't say anything as we continued to watch the movie. He slowly moved his hand up and down my leg, and his touch was sending my absolutely crazy. I was super horny, drunk in a movie theater next to my son.

I shifted a bit trying to get more comfortable, and my son moved his arm around me. I learned more into his chest so that my bottom was practically off the seat and I was lying on my side. My son instinctively slid his hand down the side of my body, lightly moving it past my breast and resting his hand on my ass.

I turned to my son this time, and noticed he was looking at me with that same look in his eye. This time I realized what it was. It was pure lust. He began to blatantly grope my butt, squeezing my pantiless, round ass through the thin material of my dress.

I looked up at my handsome son and met his eyes before instinctively leaning in and kissing him on the lips. It wasn't the kind of kiss a mother should give her son, I realized, as I pressed my lips hard against his, his strong hand still firmly holding my ass.

I didn't care anymore. I wanted intimacy. My emotional state and drunkenness put my right in the palm of my son's hand, literally.

We broke the kiss as I scooted up completely into his lap, my dress now riding very high on my legs.

"Mom," he started. Before he could finish I grabbed his head and once again kissed him hard on the lips. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouths as we shared a passionate kiss as mother and son. He lost all hesitation and placed his hand high on my leg, feeling up my milky thighs and groaning as he squeezed my ass.

His hand crept up my thigh, under my dress, until he came to my sopping wet pussy, radiating heat. "No panties? Naughty girl." He said, smiling as he teased me. I gasped as he lightly caressed my puffy pussy lips, longing for the touch of someone. He teased me again and again, lightly rubbing his fingers along the slit before I could take no more.

"Michael, please," I moaned, getting short of breath. With this, he picked me up by the hips and set me down on his lap. He groped my breast roughly through the dress and pushed a finger into my waiting pussy. He expertly worked his hand in my waiting, velvet walls, bringing my closer and closer to climax as he used his other hand to drop the dress from my shoulders.

My perky, firm tits fell into view as the top of the dress slid down my stomach. "Holy shit, mom." He said, ogling at my large, exposed breasts. "Your tits are fucking perfect."

He took one of my nipples aggressively into his mouth and continued to tease my pussy with his hand.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed, a little louder than I should have. "That's it, Michael. Suck your mommy's tits!

I got closer and closer to my orgasm as he took his free hand and tweaked the areola of my other breast. He shoved a second finger into my sopping pussy and sent me over the edge, causing me to convulse hard in his hand.

He continued fucking me with his fingers and sucking my creamy white breast as I began to go through a mind-shattering orgasm, getting over months of little to no relief. His father came nowhere close to knowing how to pleasure me that well, or he just didn't care.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" I moaned as my orgasm made me rock against his hand and body. He placed his hand on the back of my head and once again pressed his lips to mine. The kiss sent electricity through my spine as my orgasm subsided.

As I recovered, I realized my son had yet to have relief. I noticed an incredibly large bulge in his pants and decided to start there.

"Alright, baby, now it's my turn" I whispered as I unzipped his pants and grabbed his cock through his boxers. "Holy shit" I thought to myself. This was easily the biggest cock I had ever felt.

"Jesus Christ," I said aloud as I released my son's giant erection from his boxers. "You're so fucking big, baby."

I placed my hand around the width of his shaft, realizing I could barely hold it in my small tiny hand. I liked my lips as I began to run my soft hands along the sides of his cock.

My topless breasts bounced up and down as I worked the length of his shaft with my hands. I momentarily looked up to see my son's eyes staring straight at my tits as I performed this act. I blushed deeply before decided I'd treat my son as well as I could.

"Alright, honey." I got on my knees onto the floor. "Let mommy suck your giant fucking cock!"

As I said this, I placed my red, full lips on the top of my son's enormous manhood. I was slightly scared, but I figured it didn't matter. I slipped my mouth down the length of his cock as I tried to take in all of my son's length.

I couldn't reach the base, so I took my free hand and slid it along the bottom of his shaft as I began to bob up and down on my son's cock.

Instantly, he started moaning as I expertly worked my son's penis. I loved giving BJs, but my husband didn't like them that much and had a much smaller penis, so I seldom got to do this. I took my other hand and cradled my son's enormous balls as my mouth still worked up and down his member.

"Oh fuck, mom. You're so fucking good at this! Jesus Christ, I can hardly take it!" he groaned as I blushed at being complimented by my son.

My lips continued to glide up and down his cock while my free hands stroked the bottom of his shaft and his balls. Eventually, I felt a stirring in his loins and knew he'd be close to finishing. I prepared myself as my son neared his climax.

"Oh God, mom. I'm gonna cum. Take my load with your slutty little mouth" he said, completely into it and forgetting I was his mother.

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  Mom was greedy with my cock - Son fucks his mother
Posted by: incest - 10-15-2018, 03:04 PM - Forum: Mom Son Incest Stories - Replies (1)

My mom was not a Martha Stewart, but I can't really complain. She had given up everything for me, even her own birthday. She had given birth in the back seat of an old beat up hot rod, running from a controlling family back in Louisiana and headed west racing the sun. If she hadn't stopped to eat and rest her aching back in the parking lot of a small town cafe outside of Austin Texas perhaps things would have turned out differently for both of us.

Adopted by grandma and papa Cooper, and finding herself among the welcoming community, she finished high school and earned a business degree which she used to start her career as a real estate agent. Grandma passed away shortly after, her greatest wish fulfilled. I was five years old then and it has been me and mom against the world since, living in a 3 bedroom two story red brick home 2 blocks from where she had given birth.

Every time my birthday came, mom would keep me out of school and we would spend an entire 24 hours doing anything that I wanted. It didn't matter if it was street hockey or rolling around in the mud she would do it and we would both laugh and play. But it was always about ME and what I wanted.

I started realizing that mom no longer had a birthday of her own. So after everything she had done for me I wanted to make this, her 34th birthday, about her. I had to be sneaky of course or we never would have made it past breakfast. Thankfully grandma had left me a bit of money for situations just like this.

The day started at 8:00am as I woke her with a breakfast in bed. I had woken early to prepare a delicious tray of creamy strawberry crêpes, a bowl of blueberries and whip cream, coffee, and a large glass of orange juice. I had spent days practicing and according to Mary Jane, my cooking coach, they were perfect.

My hands trembled and the tray shook in my arms. I watched ripples form in the coffee and prayed softly that it didn't spill. Mom would never get out of bed this early without a stiff cup of coffee to wake her up. I found her door unlocked and gently pushed it open.

This was my first look at Sarah Le Blanc,. Not mom or Sarah Cooper the real estate agent but the real Sarah Le Blanc, the lost and abandoned girl who had become a woman at 16. She was beautiful with her long blonde hair held by a scrap of yarn, just a few strays clinging to her white satin pillow case. Her pearl colored skin seemed to glow in the morning light.

She had kicked the blankets off and was lying half on her side and half on her stomach, her firm round cheeks laid bare. A long T shirt was bunched up around her back. She had one hand clutching a pillow and the other appeared to be trapped between her legs. 

Unsure what else to do I sat the tray down on the nightstand before leaning over and kissing her softly on the cheek. She groaned softly and stretched into a yawn as she quickly lifted the sheet to cover her legs. Turning towards me she looked at the tray and a sparkling smile stretched across her lips.

"For me? Oh how sweet." She cooed.

"I want to do this right." My hands trembled as I looked at her.

Seeing that I was already nervous she made it easier by propping herself up with pillows and patting her lap. Slowly I moved the tray, she reached for the coffee but stopped her hand as she noticed the scrap of paper underneath.

A hundred different thoughts flashed in her eyes as she pulled the note free. One line had said it all. "I want a day with Sarah Le blanc." After a long silent moment she patted the bed beside her. Taking her invitation, I began the day by feeding her in bed.

She moaned in pleasure as I slid the first powdery bite onto her tongue. "You really don't have to..." I fed her another bite, drawing another little moan from her lips. "Feed me" she moaned.

"You fed me every day for two entire years. I think I can handle one breakfast." I chuckled taking a blueberry from the bowl and dipping it in whipped cream before offering it to her opened lips.

"Mmmm, you're going to spoil me." She moaned.

"You deserve to be spoiled, and if not by me...then who?" I looked into her eyes and offered another bite. "After all, you wound up pregnant with me when you were fifteen, and you could have aborted me, but you didn't. Not even when my father disappeared... You've sacrificed a hell of a lot, to have me and raise an 'oops', all on your own, and that deserves more than just a little spoiling!"

Mom turned to look directly at me, and a dark furrow creased her brow as a brief glint of anger flashed in her emerald green eyes.

"Jonathan Michael Cooper, I'm pretty sure I've told you before," she spoke the words slowly, and with emphasis, "but - in case I didn't - you were NOT an 'oops'! You were the BEST birthday gift I've ever received! And, there's that old phrase, 'the gift that keeps on giving'? Well, you've kept on giving me joy and happiness, and amusement and amazement, for the last 18 years. Nothing anyone could buy me, from a store, could ever top that!"

"Well, then be amazed and amused with this magical breakfast," I smiled at her, my heart warming at her comment.

"I should, but I can't help thinking about all the calories," she chuckled.

"We'll burn most of them off of you, today, Mom," I assured her. "As soon as you finish eating and get yourself washed and dressed, we're off to the mall,"

"Isn't this enough?" she asked, waving her hand at the tray on her lap.

"No," I shook my head. "You are always buying ME stuff but nothing for yourself. We're going to spend the better part of the day fixing that! You're a beautiful woman, and you deserve beautiful things," Mom tried to protest, but I kept shoving sweet delicious fruity goodness into her mouth. Finally, she surrendered.

After I had stuffed her stomach with all it could hold she reached over me for the pack of Marlboro 100 cigarettes on her end table, I beat her to it. At first the look she flashed me was stern as if she was about to tell me that I was not old enough, then she seemed to remember what day it was and she leaned back giving me a grin. "Go ahead, if you want."

I was around 14 and she had driven us out to the lake so we could watch the lunar eclipse over the water. We'd been laying on our backs, the water lapping at our feet, when she pulled a pack from her pocket and took out a cigarette. Placing the filter between her lips she flicked a 75 cent purple lighter purchased as we filled the gas tank. Her breasts rose and fell with each drag. I'm pretty sure that had been the moment of my first erection, watching her smoke in the moonlight... Since that day I have been bugging her to let me try one but the answer was always the same, wait until you're 18. Well today, I'm 18.

I pulled one out and held it in my lips as I've always watched her do and struck the lighter with my thumb. Touching flame to tip I inhaled....I doubled over the edge of the bed, holding the cigarette far away until mom snatched it from my hand. I swear I heard her giggling as I coughed and hacked away.

"How do you do it?" I asked holding a hand to my burning chest.

"I'd been seeing this really hot-looking guy, around the halls. I really wanted to meet him, but it seemed like he was always with this mixed group of guys and girls, and I didn't want to barge in, just to introduce myself. I mean, what if he was with one of the girls, in the group? I'd have been so freaking embarrassed!"

"So, one day, I saw him - standing by himself, smoking - out back of the gym. This was my perfect chance to meet him, but I drew a blank on what to say, to break the ice. I got desperate, and finally saw that he was standing right next to this big "No Smoking" sign. So I walked over and threatened to report him, for smoking there. He asked me if there was anything he could do, to keep me from squealing to the principal on him." She paused, to take a drag from her Marlboro, leaving me hanging! How dare she?

"And you told him...?" I prompted her.

Mom smiled at me and ruffled my hair.

"I looked him in the eye and, with my sweetest 'cute girl' expression, I pointed at his cigarette, and said, 'Teach me?'"

"Your dad laughed his head off, and started to pull a pack of Marlboro out of his jacket pocket, but just then the end-of-lunch bell rang." 'Do you ride the bus?' he asked me, and I told him I did. Then he asked where I lived, and I told him that. Then he asked what time I had to be home, and I told him 4:45, since nobody else would be home at my house before 5:15, at the earliest. I figured that, since school let out at 3:30 that would give us plenty of time. "Your dad nodded at me, took the last drag from his cigarette, and stomped on the butt. Then he looked at me, touched my chin with his one index finger, and said, 'Meet me here, after school, and I'll teach you.'" 'What about my bus?' I asked him. 'I've got a car,' he said. 'I'll drive you home.' "

"Okay," I snorted. "That clears up how you and Dad met. It doesn't say how he taught you to smoke."

"Oh - that!" she chuckled. "He kissed me."

"That's it? He kissed you? I don't see how that taught you how to smoke..."

"Then I guess you'll have to stay tuned, for part two, kiddo!" she laughed, ruffling my hair again.

"Now, turn around. Momma's gotta go get her shower and get dressed, so you can take her out and spoil her rotten!"

"That's not fair, at all, leaving me hanging, like this!" I grumbled, turning around. 

Briefly, I wondered if she'd forgotten the mirror on her dresser, across from the foot of her bed -- in which I could see her reflection with perfect clarity.

"Well, at least I'm not telling you to tune in, tomorrow - same Bat-time, same Bat-channel, Jon!" she laughed.

I had no choice but to let her go. I knew that continuing to grumble would get me simply nowhere, with her, when she was in a mood like this. I directed my gaze to the mirror, and almost betrayed myself, as she came fully into view. She'd already stripped off her t-shirt, and she was totally bare. I caught a brief flash of her luscious tits, but my attention was rapidly diverted to her lower abdomen - and the little landing strip of hair just above her mons.

My own shower took quite a bit longer than normal. I stepped out of the spray smelling of watermelon and kiwi from head to toe. It wasn't until I was standing naked in my own room that I realized the flaw in my plan. I groaned when I realized we were both going to be subjected to make overs today. Grumbling to myself I dressed in my most comfortable jeans, a pair of fruit of the looms which I hated, a T shirt that didn't really fit, and sneakers that I bought six months ago.

When I had told Mom I wanted a car for my 16th birthday, and then suggested we spend the day playing in the mud she had given me a silly little look. That day we bought a used jeep, and she taught me how to really play in the mud. Since it is mine I wanted to drive it as we went to get ourselves made over, hopefully by people who actually knew what they were doing. I drove the twelve miles east to Austin and we ended up at the mall, a place mom had somehow managed to avoid.

I remember Grandma always saying that to start something new one must first build a foundation. Mom always brushed her hair before getting dressed in the mornings so I decided that was a good place to start.

"What is wrong with my hair?" Mom squealed as she realized where I was taking her.

"Nothing, I love it and so will you. We're just going to get a little trim and maybe some highlights." I guided her with one hand on her back into the salon.

"You could use a cut too then." She grinned as I directed her to an empty chair.

Thankfully she did not make me get my nails painted but it was a little distracting having them trimmed and filed while someone cut and styled my hair. I mean seriously, who would be looking at my toe nails?

While a lovely full figured beauty queen worked on my toes, an equally lovely though much older lady chopped off my hair. Once she had cut it with the scissors, as if that wasn't enough, she took out a pair of clippers and buzzed it too. She left just a bit on the top so she could run her fingers through it and make it dance.

I didn't get to watch mom's transformation. They cut off her ponytail, seeing this almost made me cry. The only thing that kept the tears at bay was the fact she looked even more radiant without it. Her hair was now cut just above the shoulders and layered with rich reddish brown highlights and just a speckle of glitter that framed her angelic face.

"Wow" We said together.

"You did a good job ladies." I reached for my wallet.

I made sure they all had a nice proper tip before taking mom's hand and led her next door, into Bare Escentuals. Seeing mom in her "professional" makeup that was less real estate sales and more something else the ladies behind the counter were more than happy to help out. They not only cleaned off and redid her face but taught her how to apply just enough to enhance her already beautiful features. After they had finished I was truly amazed at what a foundation with a bit of pink on the cheeks, a deep ruby red lipstick, and a soft shadow under her eyes could do. This is what I consider a professional woman's makeup.

She looked like a movie star from the neck up...now we needed to work on the neck down. I had to drag her into Victoria's Secret, playfully of course. Once I threatened to carry her she relented. I didn't know much about lingerie other than I liked it...a lot. So I didn't feel qualified enough to pick out things she would feel comfortable in. Thankfully the woman standing behind the counter looked rather bored.

She flitted through the racks like a child at Christmas and within minutes mom had a hand basket full of things to try on. I waited patiently, anticipating what her choices might be. It seemed to take forever as she giggled and laughed behind the locked door.

"This stuff is going to cost a fortune!" I heard mom complain.

"You're worth it mom and don't worry...I have more than enough." I chuckled.

"But no one will ever see them..." She complained.

"It doesn't matter whether anyone else sees. You will be wearing them, and you will look and feel sexy. Try something on and tell me I'm wrong." I sighed and listened to the sound of silk sliding against skin. I heard the moment she gave in, I'm pretty sure everyone else did too.

She strutted out of the booth holding her old cotton panties and plain Jane bra over her fingers. In her other hand dangled several tags. She had just a hint of mischief in her eyes as we walked to the register.

Going to the next place on my list. I wanted to let her know that it was ok to be herself at home. I no longer needed `mom' in her baggy clothes and sweat pants. We were both adults and neither of us were exactly innocent.

I wasn't into sports, not in the way most men were. I enjoyed a good game every now and again. I even played football my freshman year but realized it wasn't worth it. I had tried out in an attempt to earn myself a date with a hot older cheerleader, then found out that they were not worth the trouble.

So I channeled all that built up frustration into school work and working out in the gym when I wasn't earning money working at Pop's Grill. My flaw was in thinking enough sit-ups would give me that sexy flat six pack women dream about. After a year of 3,000 sit ups a week I learned the truth about those flat six pack abs.

That said I had enjoyed the look in mom's eyes as I wore my old football jersey around the house. Even if it hadn't fit quite right there was something about it that had always made her smile and her eyes would shine. I missed that, it was like some buried memory had surfaced and it made me curious. Had my sperm donor played football? Was she remembering some pleasurable encounter under the bleachers? Could I put that look in her eyes?

This being Austin Texas, there were Long Horn jerseys all over the place and Sears has a most of them. I found one in my size so that it would hang just a little long on her. This of course would be the first thing I had her try on. She kept complaining about how I was spending all my money on her and not getting anything for myself...So I grabbed the closest thing to me in the right size, a pair of black cotton lounge pants, and dropped them into the basket.

Our hands brushed and I felt her tuck her fingers around mine. Not wanting to ruin the moment I slowed to match her pace as we glided through the aisles. After a bit more prodding from mom I gave in and let her add a few things she wanted me to try on. I gave in because I could tell she really wanted to see me in new clothes... I couldn't very well tell her no while forcing her into a new wardrobe now could I?

When we had seen all Sears had to offer a woman I held her hand just a bit tighter as I guided us to the next place on my list. My eye caught a tear drop dress glittering in a window. It was her favorite color, a soft sparkling green that I knew would bring out the color in her eyes. Dragging her into the boutique I spoke softly to the clerk who was more than happy to help mom try on the dress, and all of its accessories. While mom was busy in the dressing room I mixed and matched the perfect suit for myself.

We still had to put everything away so I had given us two hours to get ready for dinner. I drove us back home and once the jeep was unloaded we went to our separate rooms across the hall from each other. Thirty minutes later I was nervously waiting in the living room in a dark green dress shirt underneath a black blazer, black slacks, and shiny new boots that pinched my toes.

I paced back and forth from stairs to the door for another half hour or so, until eventually she came down. It was a complete transformation, the woman I had known as my mother for the past eighteen years was gone and in her place was the real Sarah Le blanc as she was meant to be. She looked like a princess.

She glided down the steps on green 4 inch heels with sheer thigh high stockings that darkened her legs but didn't hide them and covering her body was that gorgeous sparkly green tear drop dress. Dangling between her breasts was a crystal heart hanging from a gold chain. Her hair was held back but not bound by a glass tiara sparkling with emerald rhinestones. On her ears were two emerald hearts. The only thing missing is what I held in my hand.

I could smell the perfume she loved to tease me with and my mouth instantly watered. Tabu, a scent that is a layering of vanilla, bergamot, and musk that will forever remind me of sleepless nights spent curled in mom's lap watching reruns and the feel of her soft breasts against my cheek.

"Who is this Goddess, and what have you done with my mother?" I asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh, you!" she replied. "Flattery will get you everywhere!"

'Everywhere?' her comment made me wonder, and the naughty glint in her eyes made me wonder even more.

"How did I get so lucky, as to be your date tonight?" I held my arm to her.

"You seduced me with offerings of delicious fruit, sweet pastry, and that devilish tongue. You look hot yourself young man, like a big strong Greek God." She slid her right arm through my left and linked our hands together.

Holding the ring behind my back I began walking towards the door. After a few steps and a long breath I spun around to face her. Pulling her hand up, I kissed the knuckles of her fingers before adding the final piece of her collection and what had been the most expensive.

I slid the 24 karat gold laced with diamond flakes and a sparkling emerald heart onto her right ring finger. "Happy birthday, I love you mom."

"I love you too baby, this is beautiful." She pulled me into a hug so I couldn't see the tears that I felt dripping onto my collar.

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  Breast to breast - Mom and daughter nude sex
Posted by: incest - 10-15-2018, 02:58 PM - Forum: Lesbian, Gay Incest Sex Stories - No Replies

I’ll be honest about this. My mother and father like young women. They are in their forties, wealthy and very good looking. Mom can easily pass for no more than 35 and Dad has a lean, rangy look that is quite handsome. My mother was openly bi-sexual long before it became fashionable, and neither of them has ever felt compelled to hold the other back from sexual liaisons. They met when Dad was 19 and Mom was 21 and just married, but that ended soon, and the two of them established a household with a gorgeous dark-haired woman for the next two years. When that ended, each of the three of them explored their sexuality vigorously, Tina, the other woman, becoming almost exclusively lesbian, Dad bedding any number of very willing women, and Mom having affairs with both men and women as her heart led her.

I was born when Mom was 25, nine months after a romantic visit to Dad that rekindled their love but not an affair. Mom then returned to Tina, and spent eight years with her in relationship that I still don’t know all the details of, but which left her with rings in both of her nipples and through her clit hood.

Mom and Dad married on my15th birthday and have been very happy together since then. They have not taken a long-term lover, but there has been a glorious parade of sweet young things in and out of their bed for the past five years. I started college young, graduated early, and began my own career by the time I was 20, so I am a guest in their home when I visit, not a resident. 

But I sometimes visit their bed too.

The first time I was with them both was the first time I was with my father. Mom and I had made love a few days before, at my instigation. It was blissful, beautiful and right. I love my mother, and she loves me, and the physical expression of that love was something we both wanted.

“What do you think if we included Buck in our play?” I asked Delcy as we lolled together in bed on the second day after we had first made love. I had begun calling her by her name in that moment, and I chose to use my father’s name in the same context: as a lover.

Delcy arched an eyebrow, and not just because I slipped my lips over her nipple and began to flick its ring immediately after asking.

“I’ve only been with one guy,” I told her, “and only once.” I wasn’t sure if she knew. She did know I had been with women. At one, anyway (though there were others). I was openly having an affair with her at the time. “I know Buck has to be a considerate and attentive lover, or you would not love him. I wonder if I might love him like that too.”

“Jenifer,” she said, lifting my lips from her breast, “I don’t know. That is a very big step. For you and me to be intimate is different.”

I sat back on my heels and looked at her. Delcy is six feet tall and wears her blonde hair long and flowing. When out in town, she draws admiring looks, as her figure is full and voluptuous without being plump. There, in bed, her full breasts were splayed across her chest beautifully, the white gold hoops in her nipples glinting softly in the afternoon light from the window. One long leg was draw up, wantonly exposing her pussy. There is no hair there, nor has there been for my entire life. Proud of her body, she has never been shy of showing it off, and I had seen her nude countless times before we became lovers. Now though, her lips with shiny with dew, the excitement I had brought to her as she and I touched. And nestled through her clit hood was a white gold ring that matched those in her nipples. I reached out my fingers and moved it up and down through her skin.

“Because he has a penis?” I asked? 

Delcy’s back arched as she responded to my touch. “Honey,” she murmured. “Oh, honey!”

I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Imagine seeing his penis going into me, Delcy.” She whimpered. “Imagine my lips around his penis as I take him in my mouth.” She cried out as my fingers moved over her. “Imagine our lips, together, meeting around his penis as we make love to the man we love.”

She must have liked that imagining very much, because she began to come. Her body arched and her breath caught as she shrieked with ecstasy. Clawing the sheets, she tossed her head to and fro and a glaze seemed to come over her skin. I pressed my breasts to hers and laid my lips to hers and we kissed.

From there, it was easy. Well, except for Dad. We planned a night out. He was on orders to dress to the nines, as his wife and daughter were taking him out to dinner. Delcy chose a diaphanous gown under which she wore a garter belt, stockings and heels but nothing else. In the right light, her nipples could be seen through the material, but she liked knowing that. I wore a short dress, low cut, but more conservative than my mother’s. Being a dutiful daughter, I followed her lead and disdained underwear. I remember shopping for my first pair of pantyhose and how she had turned up her nose and declared that pantyhose were no fun at all.

Buck met us in the foyer, where he had been playing his guitar while waiting for us. He looked horribly handsome in a charcoal grey suit, oxford shirt and silk tie. He doesn’t dress up often, but when he does, he looks wonderful. Delcy and I each took a hand and let him escort us to the car. By design, she took the back seat and I the front, and on the drive in to town, I turned sideways in my seat to talk to her, knowing that my long legs were displayed for my father to see, not sure if more of me was on view, but excited to think there was.

In heels, Delcy and I tower over most people but Buck. With the two of us on either arm, he looked proud and confident as we entered the restaurant and were immediately ushered to a secluded table. We drew a lot of eyes, two statuesque blondes in gowns with a handsome man between us. I saw a head nodding here and there as a diner informed his tablemates of who we were and they went back to their meals.

We were given a corner booth, and I took the outside on the end closest to the rest of the dining area. No one could see me once I sat. Delcy maneuvered Buck into the middle and sat opposite of me, or almost, as she started out closer to Dad than I did. It was only natural, she was his wife. We started with a bottle of wine and the waitress never even thought to ask if I was old enough for a glass. As we clinked them together, Delcy pressed one of her heavy breasts to Buck’s arm, one of her favorite tricks to get attention. Once more, I followed the lead of my mother and felt an electric jolt as I pressed my own breast to my father in a sexual way for the first time as we made our toast.

Delcy and I chose to broach the issue in public for several reasons. First, I looked good: mature and womanly, not like the daughter Dad was used to seeing. Second, if he turned us—me—down, we had the formality of the meal to hold us together as a family. We would finish, leave together and still be together. Third, if he accepted, we had hours of teasing to bring us to the height of passion so that, when we got to bed, there would be no hesitation or awkwardness, just hurried undressing and sweet love making.

Delcy and I teased one another by feeding each other and then Buck the appetizers we ordered. To do so, I had to move closer still to him, so that I was practically glued to my father’s side, the thin material of my gown letting my lush body move on his as I leaned in to raise an oyster to either his lips or my mother’s. I noticed that before long, I did not see either Buck’s left hand or Delcy’s right hand above the table. I looked in her eyes and questioned, darting my eyes down for an instant, and she smiled and nodded, letting me know that under the tablecloth, my father’s hand had slipped into the slit of my mother’s dress and was even now touching her, perhaps stroking her labia, maybe even moving a finger inside of her.

I let her distract him long enough to drop my hand into my lap, pull up my skirt and touch my own dampening sex, then lifted a half shell to my father’s lips and pretending to spill butter on my fingers. Setting down the shell, I offered my oily fingers to my father to lick clean. He seemed surprised, but took one, then another finger between his lips, seeming to taste more than oysters or butter, but not sure if his senses were betraying him.

Smiling, I dropped my hand under the table again, looking into his eyes, then once more raised my fingers, once again slick and oily, but this time, I moved them to my mother’s lips. She leaned over the table and took them to her lips, clearly revealing our silent allegiance. She told me later that her hand was in his lap when I did this, and she squeezed his cock as she licked my fingers, accenting what we were up to. But she was not finished. She brought his hand up from under the table and offered his fingers to me. They were thick with her cream, and I licked them clean and looked into his eyes, seeing confusion and wonder.

“Mmmmmmm, doesn’t Delcy taste wonderful, Buck?” I asked. No question now, I thought. My father nodded, hearing me call him by name. “Do I taste wonderful, Buck?” I went on, once more bringing my hand up from under the table. He opened his lips for me, still holding my eyes.

“I love you, Buck,” my mother said, leaning in on his left arm.

“I love you, Buck,” I told him too, brushing my barely clad breast on his upper arm.

My father was no stranger to my body. I sunbathe nude, and we rarely wear suits in the pool, even when we have guests. In our sauna, where we often have visitors, no one uses towels for modesty, only to protect their bodies from the heat of the stove. But in that restaurant, as our meal came, I used my body in ways my father had never seen. They were ways I had never used. With my girlfriends, no pretense was ever needed. I had watched my mother for years though, and copied the grace she used to move her long, lithe body in ways that seemed completely natural but which were entirely contrived to excite and entice. I arched my back, bringing up my full round breasts, forcing the thin material of my gown to stretch and reveal the hardness of my nipples. I rubbed my leg against my father’s maintaining contact to confirm the touch was not incidental or accidental. I flipped my long blonde hair and turned in ways that showed off my cleavage in the deep cut bodice of my dress.

And, before dessert arrived, I too had my hand in my father’s lap, as did my mother. We had to feed him his cheesecake, as he had his hands between her legs and my own.

We left the restaurant as we had come in, my arm and my mother’s both linked in my father’s. We all sat in the front seat this time, with me in the middle. As my father drove, I kept my hand in his lap, while my mother put her arms around me, kissing my neck, fondling my breasts and pulling up my dress to touch me between my legs. I turned to kiss her now and then, running my own hand up her long legs and pulling her gown with it until it cleared the tops of her stockings. My father’s cock was hard under my hand, and I couldn’t wait to be in bed with the two of them.

Once home, we hurried into the house. I crossed my arms, reached down, and pulled my dress up over my head as we crossed the lawn, leaving it there in careless abandon as I began tugging free my father’s tie. Nude in my heels, I came into his arms and we kissed for the first time as man and woman. From behind us, my mother helped him out of his coat as we stumbled into the house. Their clothes littered the stairs as I helped each of them undress, leaving my mother in her stockings, heels and belt and my father as nude as I as we all tumbled into their big bed.

My father lay across the bed as he sat on its edge, and Delcy, my mother, my lover, and I knelt together before him to offer him worship. I had never had a penis in my mouth, and I think my mother knew this as she smiled at me and slipped her lips over his length. I gaped in awe at the beauty of the act, her love for him obvious in the way she used her tongue and lips. After a few moments of watching her blonde head bob up and down on it, I wanted to show that kind of love too. Squeezing her hand, I let her know I was eager for my own turn. Smiling, she let it slip from her mouth, then held it wrapped in her fingers to offer it to my mouth.

I touched my lips to it, feeling the softness of the skin, how wonderfully hard he was. I lowered my head, taking him inside of me. I heard him moan with pleasure, knowing his sweet daughter was sucking his cock. That made me smile. I was now a cocksucker. I laughed with delight at the thought. Cocksucker! I was a cocksucker. And the cock I was sucking was my father’s.

My mother wrapped herself around me, and I felt her heavy breasts on my back, crushing to me as I moved my head up and down. In my ear, she whispered instructions, telling me to use my tongue, to wrap it around the shaft as it moved in and out of me. At her word, I wrapped my hand around my father’s hardness and moved it in time with my mouth. It felt so good, so right to be doing this, in the arms of my mother. Her hands cupped my breasts and she kissed me and licked me, making me so wet I was sure I was dripping. I pressed into her touch, my nipples stiff and excited by what the three of us were doing together.

I wondered if my father would come in my mouth. I wanted him to fuck me, but I wanted to drink him too.

Reading my mind, my mother whispered in my ear, “Buck has marvelous control, honey. We have had lots of threesomes. He won’t come until we’re ready. Would you like to take him inside you now?”

“Oh, yes,” I answered, releasing him from my mouth. She moved around me, running her tongue up his shaft, and the two of us joined our mouths around him, sliding up and down together with his cock between us. Then with a smile, my mother stood, drawing me up with her. Taking me in her arms, we kissed, nude, breast to breast, tummy to tummy, sex to sex, our bodies tight on one another. Buck moved up the bed, laying his head on a pillow. Guiding me, Delcy moved me over him, leading me still until I straddled his hips, my pussy hovering over his wet, hard cock. Delcy took him in her hand and touched the head of him to me, moving it back and forth over my lips, letting my excitement and his cock open my petals. Then she held him steady against me and kissed me.

I sank onto him. I was very tight, and it was not easy to get him in. He was gentle and kind, moving up to me, but letting me move onto him without urgency. I grunted and moaned as it finally went inside of me, filling me, feeling huge. Delcy moved behind me, pressing herself to me, melding her body to mine, until it was the three of us fucking, her movements behind me, again guiding me, showing me, teaching me how. I moved up and down on my father, feeling his cock so wonderfully inside of me as my mother swayed with me, twinning my motions. It was too much. My body gave in to the sensation. I leaned back hard on Delcy as I ground down on Buck’s cock, my clit swollen and sensitive. I gasped, I cried out, I screamed. I came.

In my mother’s arms, I came with a man for the first time.

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  My daughter slid the head of my cock inside my mouth
Posted by: incest - 10-15-2018, 02:29 PM - Forum: Dad Daughter Incest Stories - Replies (1)

My daughter was driving me crazy. She had enrolled in, and dropped out of, three colleges in three years. At the age of twenty five, she worked a minimum wage job and lived in an extra bedroom of the house I shared with my wife. There honestly didn't appear to be any hope that she would EVER move out permanently.

I didn't dislike my daughter. She had a playful personality and wasn't bad looking. Luckily, she took after her mother with short blonde hair and a fabulous figure. It was just that, after thirty years of marriage, Traci and I were ready to live a life without Carly.

Carly dated, but never seriously. I went through the phase of wondering if she was a lesbian, but decided somehow that she wasn't. Maybe it was wishful thinking. Anyway, there was no future husband in sight. I would have paid the right guy to take her.

It was the summer after she turned twenty five that things began to change. Carly started acting civilly towards me, even holding complete conversations that didn't have to do with her borrowing money. When my wife was gone—which was frequent because of her sales job—Carly began to hang around the house instead of disappearing like she used to.

Soon, it wasn't all that bad having her around when I was alone. It was about this time that scary thoughts entered my mind. I wondered if she wore her small tops or running shorts just for me. I was spending considerable time scolding myself for watching her as much as I did as she moved around the house.

On one hot afternoon, Carly was outside sunbathing. Our neighbors lived a quarter mile away on either side so privacy was not an issue. But Carly never took advantage of it by sunbathing topless, as she did on this day. If she had ever done it before, it was never while I was around. I was upstairs when I looked out the bedroom window and peered down on the wonderful vision of my daughter in a bikini bottom and nothing else.

Looking straight down on her, the perfection of the size and shape of Carly's tits was evident. I couldn't help myself. I put my hand on the outside of my shorts and began rubbing my ever-hardening cock. Within seconds, I was erect to the point where I could wrap my hand around the cock.

Carly spread her legs slightly as she relaxed on the lounge chair. I saw her hand slide up her body to swat something away. Her pink nipples stood out unmistakably against the darker areolas surrounding them and I stroked myself faster, using my shorts and boxers as a cushion around my cock. I was throbbing.

Then Carly turned over so her ass was visible. She used two fingers to pull on the bikini bottom around her cheeks and I stared at her like I was in a trance. Fifteen more seconds and I would cum.

That's when I stopped. I nearly ran away from the window so I wouldn't have an orgasm inside my shorts. My cock jutted forward to produce a large tent between my legs, which took several minutes to subside while I sat on the bed thinking about what almost happened.

It would have been fine with me if I'd had that momentary lapse and never had another erection because of my daughter. However, the image of her under my window wouldn't go away and, as the hot summer wore on, neither would Carly. We still had our arguments over seemingly trivial stuff. Carly still used me as her personal bank account. And she got tanner and tanner, sexier and sexier with each passing day.

The next interaction between us that I wish hadn't happened was inadvertently caused by me. I had a bad habit of sleeping in the nude. Sometimes it was because my wife and I had plans, and sometimes it was because I just wanted to. On a night that I just wanted to, I got thirsty in the middle of the night and decided a trip to the kitchen was in order. I got lazy and didn't put anything on.

I knew Carly often chatted with friends online until late into the night. But that room was down a long hallway downstairs and I was confident I could sneak into the kitchen, get my drink, and get out without her ever knowing it. My silent trip to the kitchen was successful, despite the darkness. The refrigerator door opened without a sound and I allowed only the smallest amount of light to escape.

With a bottle of water in hand, I closed the door.

"Thirsty or hungry? Or both?"

The voice jolted me and I stood frozen in place. My eyes adjusted quickly and I saw Carly standing in the entrance to the kitchen, leaning against the doorway.

Then my nudity became the only thing I could think about. I quickly re-opened the refrigerator door and hid behind it.

"God, Carly. A little warning would be nice," I said.

"I could have assumed you were an intruder and tried to kill you. You shouldn't walk around in the middle of the night. Especially naked," Carly said with a smirk. "And don't stand there with the door open. How does it sound to hear that coming from ME for a change?"

I wasn't in the mood for attempts at humor from my daughter.

"Can I go back to bed now, Carly?"

She stood to the side of the doorway and swung her arm as if to let me pass.

"As you already know," I said, "I'm naked. Scram."

"Oh. So it's OK for you to see me naked, but it's not OK for me to see you."

Without thinking, I blurted out, "You weren't naked."

She grinned. "So you DID watch."

I knew then that I was trapped. "I didn't WATCH. I just happened to see you."

"And?" she asked.

"And what?"

"Did you like it?"

I frowned. "You're my daughter."

"Answer the question," she demanded.

"Carly. I'm going to bed."

I felt my cock beginning to respond just from the THOUGHT of her sunbathing. I slammed the door shut, held the bottle strategically in front of me, and walked towards her.

Carly's eyes never left my cock as I walked past. At the last moment, I felt her hand slap my ass. I never looked back.

That episode was seldom far from my mind for several days. In the near pitch darkness of the kitchen, I didn't know what she had actually seen, but I had to assume it was everything. My problem was that the idea of that excited me. A lot.

One thought that never crossed my mind was the fact Carly might pay me back. If it was to happen, I'd never stoop to her depths and trap her in a dark room with no clothes on. Nor would I know when and how to do that if I wanted to. So when it happened, nobody was more surprised than me.

We were on a trip to my in-laws for a big family reunion. My wife's family is huge so most of us ended up staying in motels in the area. That was fine with me, except Carly would be staying in our room and that put a quick stop to any thought of Traci and I doing anything fun.

The first day of the long weekend was moving along as I predicted: tedious and full of new stories from in-laws I never liked in the first place and disliked more each time I saw them. Luckily, by late afternoon, Traci decided to take off with some of her sisters and Carly and I were free to go back to the motel until dinner.

As soon as we got inside the room I asked Carly what she was going to do in the couple hours we probably had before her Mom got back.

"Probably swim. Want to join me?" she asked.

"No thanks."

Carly walked over until she was right next to me. "Maybe this could be my opportunity to return a favor."

"What do you mean?" I asked, truly perplexed.

"You were nice enough to let me see you, finally," she said. "I owe you."

She didn't need to explain what she meant. "You trapped me," I replied.

Carly feigned an offended look. "I did not!"

"Then it was a pure accident?"

She shrugged. "Perhaps. But this time it won't be."

Carly walked over to her suitcase and quickly pulled out both pieces of a bikini. She laid them on the bed and came back over to me. Without saying a word, she put her hands on the bottom of her t-shirt and began to lift it. As quickly as I could grasp what was happening, she had the shirt over her head and was taking it off.

I couldn't keep from staring at her perfect tits, and Carly gave me plenty of opportunity. She tossed the shirt on the bed and allowed me to finish my gawking.

"Carly, you shouldn't..."

She was opening her shorts and pulling down the zipper. Carly wiggled out of them and kicked the pants aside, leaving me to gaze at the tiny panties that clung to her skin. After a short pause, Carly leaned over and pulled them off, too.

My eyes jumped back and forth from her tits, as they hung down, to the gentle curve of her ass. Soon, Carly was standing back up just inches in front of me.

"We're even," she said.

"Not quite," I answered.

She looked at me with questioning eyes.

"Turn around, I said.

She did and I slapped her lightly on one of her gorgeous cheeks. Carly shrieked and grabbed her bikini. I watched as she put it on and tied it in place. My cock throbbed and I suspected she knew it.

"So now there's no reason I can't walk around naked, just like you. Either here or at home," Carly said with a tone of having won.

I looked at her luscious body and said, "No, I guess not. Just don't do it in front of your mother."

With an agreement in place, Carly left for the pool and I finally moved my hard cock into a more comfortable position inside my shorts. I laid down on the bed and evoked all the images of my naked daughter that I could remember. Then I touched my rock hard cock and swore at her under my breath.

I'm sure she knew exactly what she was doing when Carly wore her most revealing dress at dinner. I spent two hours trying not to stare at her half-exposed tits or the tan legs extending under the table. She smiled at me throughout the meal, but never went beyond that. I knew then it was going to be a long weekend.

It was probably fortunate we were not alone again until the final morning of the trip when my wife was out with her family. I had exercised in the small gym before returning to the room for a shower. Carly appeared to still be asleep as I entered the bathroom. I locked the door.

When I was done and had my boxers on, I opened the bathroom door. Carly was waiting for me, naked. I froze and she entered the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind her. When she turned around to face me again, I had to back up a half step to keep from having our bodies touch.

"I thought you'd never get done. Why'd you lock the door?" she asked.

"Because you might try to get in."

"I did. And now I'm in," she said with a sly smile. "I wanted to help you shower."

"That's what I was afraid of," I told her.

"So now you can help me."

I shook my head slowly. "No, Carly. I won't help you shower."

She pouted. "Why not? Wouldn't it be fun if I let you rub me all over with soap?"

Carly grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands up to her body. She guided them over her flat stomach and abs until reaching the middle of her chest.

"You could have cleaned my boobs and watched the soap drip off my nipples."

She had moved my hands up to her tits and onto the incredibly soft skin before I could react. Or did I even want to react? The suppleness of her tits in my hands nearly made me lose control. I wanted desperately to squeeze them and pull on the nipples.

"Imagine sliding the soap over me; watching the water pour down my body; between my legs."

She moved my hands back down across her body until there was no doubt where she was headed.

"Carly, no! Your mother might come back," I said.

"You know she won't for a couple more hours. That's plenty of time," Carly answered.

I resisted with enough pressure to avoid having her place my hands on her pussy. But I didn't take them off her body, either. My cock wouldn't let me.

"Oh my," Carly said, her eyes on my boxers. "I think you would have liked helping me wash."

She let go of my wrists and swiftly took hold of my cock, which was still inside my boxers but making a bulge nobody could miss. For the first time ever, my daughter stroked me with long, slow movements. Instantly, I was fully erect.

"Carly, stop it."

"Just think of us in the shower, Dad. Naked. You washing my back and my ass and my legs. Then I could wash you, all over," Carly said.

Of course the mental image was flashing in my brain as she spoke and the result was an even harder flow of blood through my cock. Carly had to feel it.

"It will never happen, Carly. So don't get your hopes up."

"We'll see," she said, as she took hold of the top of my boxers.

Then she was pushing them down my legs, releasing my pulsating cock. She bent down to pull them off and then got on her knees in front of me. Carly held my cock for a few more seconds before kissing the tip.

"Just think of what we could have done." With those words, she spread her lips and slid the head of my cock inside my mouth.

I was afraid, ashamed, and exceedingly horny. The beauty of my young daughter beginning to suck on my cock as she kneeled on the bathroom floor couldn't be described. I watched her blonde hair sway back and forth as her head bobbed up and down my shaft. I watched her tits bounce in rhythm. I got harder and harder.

Carly tightened her lips around my cock and increased the pressure applied by her tongue. That put an end to any thoughts I had of stopping her. At that instant, I pretty much knew I was going to cum. Or at least, wanted to and needed to.

Carly seemed to be of the same mindset. She showed no signs of letting up and, if anything, intensified her sucking. It seemed obvious to me I was not the first man she had ever done this to. Nor would I be the last. She was loving every second of it.

When I thought I sensed the first drops of precum making their way through my cock, I said, "Carly, you have to stop. I...I...might cum."

She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, took it out of her mouth, and replied, "Good. I want you to."

Then my cock disappeared and I was on the verge of an orgasm. This was the type of treatment I had not received in many, many years and the sensation of my cock being buried in a woman's mouth was overwhelming. It was beginning to not matter that the woman was my daughter.

I looked across the bathroom and in the mirror was a view of Carly's ass. That was all I needed to go over the edge.

I knew it was a matter of seconds before I would cum.

"Carly. Oh fuck!"

I put two hands on the back of Carly's head and drove my cock into her mouth until I felt it hit the back of her throat. I quickly let go, realizing this was not Traci I was dealing with.

Then, as cum began to reach the tip of my cock, Carly pulled it out and aimed it straight at her tits. After a half dozen fast strokes of her hand, I groaned loudly and shot the first long stream of cum onto her body. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits as the cum covered them, slowly dripping down the sides and over her nipples the more I came.

The smile on her face is still etched in my mind. She seemed to revel in being completely covered in my semen. But eventually I was done.

She looked up at me after licking the last drop from the head of my cock.

"Mmmmmm, nice," she sighed. "I think I need a shower. Care to join me?"

Without saying a word, I picked up my boxers and exited the bathroom. So many emotions were flowing through me I didn't know what to say or do. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't stop imagining Carly in the shower cleaning the last of my cum from her tits. It felt like an image of her naked body was permanently etched in my mind.

We came home from that weekend without further incident, but I knew something had to be done. Either I ended it, or it would continue to escalate to a frightening conclusion. The problem was: I didn't know what I wanted more.

My wife had another short business trip planned a week later. That would be my opportunity. But my opportunity for what? I had every intention of taking the initiative this time. Carly, as always, beat me to it.

I had a habit of falling asleep on the couch watching TV when my wife was gone. I'd often wake up in the middle of the night and make my way to bed. Usually, I just had underwear on and maybe a blanket over me.

One night during Traci's trip, I was awoken by a body joining me on the couch. In my semi-conscious state, I instinctively put my arm around her. I felt nothing but skin and didn't think twice about it. Then I felt a hand push my boxers against my cock. Now I was awake.

I opened my eyes and saw Carly's face. The TV was off and the only light was coming from another room somewhere. In the dimness I saw that she was naked. Carly slid down the couch and slipped my underwear down my legs. When I was naked, she climbed on top of me and I settled onto my back.

She lowered her face to mine and said, "Hi."

Before I could speak, her mouth was on mine and we were kissing. It started out innocent enough, but soon her tongue was sliding across my lips. My natural response was to do the same to her and the kiss quickly became more passionate.

Carly was lying flat on top of me and when she started grinding her pussy against my cock I lost control. All the flashbacks of my previous views of her body combined into one big picture that caused my cock to stiffen. My hands slid down to her bare ass and soon we were kissing, groaning, and all but fucking. The blanket fell to the floor and we rolled as much as we could on the couch without falling off.

Our hands were everywhere. I clutched at her ass, her tits, and her waist. Carly felt my chest before searching out my cock. I didn't think the kiss would ever end. When it did, I was as hard as a rock.

"Don't fight this, Dad," Carly said softly. "I've seen you look at me. I've watched your cock grow every time you do. I've tasted you when you need to cum. Tonight we're going to fuck."

I took in a breath to speak.

"No," she demanded. "Don't say anything. Just relax and enjoy this. You want to, and I want to. Next time you can be in charge."

Every single thing she said was correct. She knew me better than I did and she was about to give me what I'd wanted most all summer. If she'd had to work on my cock for half an hour to get a response it would be one thing. But she only had to show up naked and I was erect. That's all we both needed to know.

Carly lifted herself just enough to slide her pussy over top of my cock. The urge to stop her was tremendous. The need to fuck her was even greater.

We made eye contact one last time before my daughter took hold of me and placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her cunt. As she requested, nothing was said. I felt her hole open up as she lowered herself onto me in slow motion. I thought I was dreaming for the next few seconds as I felt her body take me in. Carly was tight, wet, and clearly experienced in fucking a man.

Once I was over the shock of being inside my daughter, I tried to concentrate on the sex act alone. I reached up and cupped Carly's tits in my hands, massaging them over and over and pulling on the nipples until she moaned. I squeezed the nipples between my fingers and each time I did, I felt her cunt tighten around my cock.

"Oh God, Dad. Harder. Squeeze them harder," she begged.

I complied with her wishes and was rewarded with a tighter cunt and faster rhythm. I could feel her juices lubricating both of us and the sound of our sex began to fill the room.

"Yesssss," she sighed. "Fuck me, Dad."

I grabbed her by the ass and thrust my cock into her as far as I could. Her shrieks of pleasure grew louder and longer. She leaned forward and her tits were just inches from my face as she bounced up and down. I was close to cumming, and figured she was too. But I wanted this to last forever, if I could.

I managed to delay my orgasm a little bit by watching Carly play with her clit. I studied her hand movements—how she moved aside the protective flaps and methodically rubbed up and down. I thought about my tongue doing the same thing.

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Chapter 1 -- A Talk About Dad.

Monday. September 12th. 6:58 AM.

"Come on, Ella, let's just get it over with."

Ella looked up from her bowl of cereal at the kitchen table. God, it was so embarrassing. She's an eighteen-year-old high school senior, not a girl in middle school. Did she really need to have this talk with her mother?

Linda shot her daughter a stern look from directly across the table. Sure, they had the sex talk back when Ella started going through puberty, but there were a few things that were long overdue to be discussed. And she needed to make sure they were on the same page with her daughter going off to college in a year.

"I know we've discussed a lot of things over the years," Linda started, "but I just want to make sure you don't have any questions. You're a senior in high school now and you're going to be in college before we know it. I don't want you feeling overwhelmed about something you're afraid to ask me about."

"Mom, what year is it?" Ella laughed. "You know the internet exists, right? Don't you think I can just google stuff I'm curious about?"

The fit, brown-haired, brown-eyed, forty-two-year-old mother of one glanced down into her coffee. Maybe she wasn't needed, but then again, the internet didn't have twenty-five years of sexual experience to help guide her daughter. Well, it kind of did, but the advice wouldn't be personal. She didn't want Ella to struggle with the same problems she had when it came to her early years of relationships and sexual exploration.

"The internet is full of bullshit and nonsense. Listen, I know you're fine about sex and birth control. We've gone through that stuff before. I'm talking more about men. Do you have any questions about boys?"

Ella dropped her spoon into her half-eaten breakfast. She'd suddenly lost her appetite. "Boys? Jesus Christ, Mom..."

"I'm serious," she firmly told her daughter.

"No, I don't have any questions about boys."

"Are you sexually active right now?" Linda questioned.

"Oh my God, Mom!"

Linda raised her eyebrows. "It's a yes or no question."

"No, I'm not sexually active!" the teen responded with some attitude. "You know I don't have a boyfriend!"

"That doesn't mean you're not active," her mom noted.

Ella closed her eyes, wishing that this nightmare of a discussion never happened. "I'm not some slut, Mom! I've had sex with one guy in my life, and we dated for three years! I'm not going around hooking up with random guys. I'm not that kind of girl."

"I never said you were."

"And I need to actually care about a man before I do anything," Ella continued. "Believe me, we don't need to have this talk. I'm not going to be having sex with guys at parties and stuff."

Linda nodded. "I was the same way until I got to college, and then things changed a bit. Listen, I wasn't some slut, but I did my fair share of experimenting. It's not a bad thing. It's a chance to find yourself and learn what you're into and what turns you off."

The eighteen-year-old was a spitting image of her mother when she was younger. Long brown hair, prominent brown eyes, and a slim, perky figure to match. The five foot, six inch brunette had an athletic, toned frame from her years of volleyball and field hockey, but she didn't feel strong and fit as she continued to have this talk at the kitchen table—she was feeling sick.

"Sometimes men will try to pressure you into doing stuff you aren't comfortable with," Linda stated. "Especially guys your age. And the party atmosphere creates a sexual vibe where girls are expected to do stuff. I just want you to be safe."

"What did I just say?" Ella questioned her mother. "I told you I'm not into that kind of stuff."

"But men can be relentless, honey. Sometimes they want stuff that you aren't okay with. I just want you to know that it's fine to say no."

A curious expression suddenly overcame the teen's face. "What men are we talking about?"

"All men," Linda clarified. "Especially when they're drunk and all revved up. And a lot of them are like that even when they aren't partying. Just understand that it's always your decision as to whether or not you want do something."

"I know..." Ella huffed.

Linda took a sip of her coffee and rolled her eyes. "Your father is like that. Just constant. He's relentless at times. It's exhausting, you know?"

Ella's head perked up.

"It gets tiring having to constantly tell him no," Mom continued to vent, "but what am I supposed to do? I don't know why I'm telling you this. It's none—"

"No, it's fine!" Ella passionately interjected. "You can tell me."

"No, I can't," Linda chuckled, shaking her head. "I absolutely can't. This isn't a discussion about me anyway. It's a discussion about you."

"So, it's fine to ask me if I'm having sex, but you're off-limits? That doesn't sound fair to me."

She raised her eyebrows at her daughter. "I can't tell you about my sex life."

Ella took a bite of her cereal. Suddenly, her appetite was back. "Dad is relentless?"

"Oh my God..."

"What?" she laughed. "That's what you said, right? That Dad is relentless."

Linda grew flustered as she peered down at the table. "Me and my big mouth..."

"And what did you say?" Ella continued. "That you're always turning him down?"

"Ella..."

"The last time I had sex was a year ago," the teen admitted. "Kyle and I just celebrated our three year anniversary and we fooled around while his parents went to a movie."

Linda raised her eyebrows.

"There was no one before and there's been no one since," Ella told her. "So, there ya go. Your turn."

"My turn?"

"Yep," the young brunette grinned, "I just told you my situation, so, let's hear it."

"Hear what?" Linda asked.

"Your situation," she clarified. "Dad is relentless?"

Linda hesitantly glanced at her daughter. Jim was getting ready for work and he would come storming into the kitchen at any moment. The last thing she needed was for him to hear this conversation.


"Yeah..." she reluctantly told her daughter, "he can be a little overbearing at times."

"How so?"

Linda took a deep breath. "Do you really think this is appropriate to be discussing?"

Ella immediately nodded.

"Well, umm...he has a...how do I say...high sex drive."

A slight smile appeared on Ella's face.

"And I don't. Well, I don't think there's a person alive who has one like Dad, but that isn't my point. This was what I was talking about earlier. He always wants to mess around, and I have to put my foot down and tell him what I'm comfortable with. You can't let a man walk all over you. Give a guy an inch and he'll take a mile."

"Will you stop!" Ella laughed. "Dad is the greatest guy ever! Don't make him sound like some sex-crazed maniac!"

Linda rolled her eyes.

"Are you serious?" the teen smiled. "He's really that relentless?"

"I can't believe we're talking about this..."

"It's fine, Mom," Ella smirked but stayed on track. "So, like what? You two are always going at it?"

"We would be if it was up to him," Linda chuckled.

"But you aren't because you're not okay with it?" Ella asked.

Linda nodded. "Exactly. See my point? You need to establish yourself no matter the situation. Even in marriage."

"So, you guys found a middle ground? You compromised?"

"Yeah, we did," she told her daughter. "We found something that works for both of us."

"And what's that?" Ella inquired.

"We do what I say," Linda said before taking a sip of her coffee.

She curiously observed her mom for a few moments. "Umm...how is that a compromise?"

"Because it works," Linda smiled.

"So, like, how often do you guys have sex?"

"We can't discuss that," she answered her daughter. "That's too much."

"I don't think it is," Ella countered. "I mean, you're trying to tell me to establish my boundaries in a relationship, so I'm wondering how you did it. You just straight up told Dad what the deal is?"

Her mother nodded.

"And he goes along with it?"

"Yep," Linda answered before taking another sip from her cooling coffee.

"Well, how often do you guys mess around?"

Linda debated with herself for a moment over whether or not to answer her daughter's question. Honesty and openness were two values she instilled in Ella from an early age. She didn't want to be a hypocrite and shy away from the truth. And after all, she was using this information to prove her point.

"Once or twice a month."

Ella's jaw dropped.

"What?" Linda asked, surprised by her daughter's vivid reaction. "It works."

"For who!? You? Mom, you just told me that Dad is relentless. How in the world does that math add up to you?"

"It's enough for the both of us," she told Ella. "I have to draw the line somewhere. I would never get anything done if I didn't. Messing around a few times a month works."

"Wait, once or twice a month is everything? Blowjobs too?"

"Are you seriously asking me that?"

"Yeah, I'm curious," Ella firmly responded.

"Blowjobs are for dating," Linda went on. "They aren't for marriages. You'll understand when you get older."

Ella sat at the kitchen table, dumbfounded.

"What's that look for?" Linda asked. "I'm just being honest."

"Let me get this straight," Ella started. "Dad has a high sex drive and he's always ready to go?"

Her mother nodded.

"You have sex once or twice a month and oral is off the table?"

Linda nodded again but stayed silent.

"And that's how you compromise in a marriage?" Ella asked. "You just selfishly do whatever you want and ignore your husband's needs?"

"Woah, wait a minute..."

"That's bullshit, Mom!" Ella harshly stated with an annoyed look on her face. "That's not how a relationship should work. Especially with a guy like Dad."

Linda just stared at her daughter.

"Dad is amazing," she went on. "You should see some of my friends' fathers. Kate's dad is like three hundred pounds and he just sits around and watches TV all day. Dad works hard, he stays in shape, and he's unbelievable to the both of us. You aren't doing your job."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, you heard me," Ella continued. "You're supposed to take care of him. It's your job to keep him happy."

"I work."

Ella took a quick bite of her cereal. "I know that, but this is part of your job too. You can't have sex with a guy like that once or twice a month and expect him to be happy. And no blowjobs? Are you crazy? How's Dad always in a good mood? It doesn't make any sense. He should be miserable."

"Ella..."

"This is fucked up, Mom," she told her mother while flashing her a disappointed glance. "You need to step your game up and take care of that amazing man you're married to."

Linda opened her mouth to respond but promptly bit her tongue at the sudden sight of her husband.

"How are my two ladies doing this morning?"

Ella gave her forty-four-year-old father a big smile as she tracked him moving across the kitchen to the coffee maker. He was dressed for work in a pair of beige khakis and a blue dress shirt. His business attire fit his athletic, muscular frame to a tee, and his full head of brown hair and striking brown eyes didn't hurt matters either. He quickly filled his mug before walking over to his wife and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Morning, Jim," Linda greeted him.

"I'm running late so I have to get moving," he announced. He made his way around the table and gave his daughter's head a playful rub. "I'll see you two later."

"Have a good day, Dad," Ella smiled. "Love you!"

"Love you too!" he shouted back before closing the front door behind him.

Ella's smile quickly dissipated and an irritated glare took its place. "That man? You're not taking care of that man?"

"He's well taken care of," Linda harshly responded.

"Tonight."

"What?" Linda asked, perplexed.

"You better take care of him tonight," Ella clarified.

"That's none of your business," Mom stated. "How about you worry about yourself?"

Ella swiftly shook her head. "Dad is my business and I'm going to make sure he's happy. You better start doing your job." Linda watched her daughter reach for her backpack as she stood up and tossed it over her shoulders. "Because if you don't, someone else might. Have a good day, Mom..."

Chapter 2 -- Honesty.

The following morning. Tuesday. September 13th. 6:48 AM.

Ella and Linda had been glaring at each other for the past four minutes without saying a word. In fact, nothing had been said since Ella strolled into the kitchen to find her mother sitting at the table, drinking her morning coffee. Both ladies were waiting for the other to strike first.

"I'm disappointed in you."

A looked of confusion furrowed Linda's brow. "Excuse me?"

"I stood outside your room last night with my ear pressed to the door," Ella told her. "For an hour."


"You did what?"

Ella nodded. "Yep, for an hour. I heard sounds from the TV and then you eventually telling Dad good night."

Linda waited for her daughter to make her point.

"What I didn't hear was the sounds of you making Dad happy."

"Don't ever listen in on what we're doing again," she hissed at her daughter. "That's a complete invasion of privacy. I would never do that to you."

Ella sat back in her chair, allowing her cereal to soak in the cold milk. "What do you see when you look at Dad?"

"What do I see?"

"Yeah," Ella nodded, "what do you see when you look at Dad?"

"I see a man."

"That's it?" the teen asked. "Just a man?"

"What do you want me to say, Ella?"

"You want to know what I see?" she asked her mom. "I see the world's greatest guy. I see a provider, and a protector, and a man who busts his ass each and every day to make our lives better. I see a guy who keeps himself in shape and is always fixing things around the house. I see a guy who doesn't put off yardwork and never asks you to lift a finger. I see a man who takes us on vacations, and buys us presents, and takes us out to dinner. I see a man who takes a vast interest in all of our hobbies and passions. I see a man who's so far out of your league it makes my head spin."

Appalled, Linda sputtered, "What did you just say!?"

"You have no idea how lucky you are to have Dad," Ella told her mother, hostile and annoyed. "Who are you to dictate his sexual happiness? You should be doing every single thing he wants."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

The eighteen year old was done holding back. "You're a shitty wife."

Linda was stunned.

"How are the two most beautiful women in the world doing this morning?" Jim asked with a big smile as he walked into the kitchen and headed to the coffee maker.

...

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He looked over his shoulder toward the table due to a lack of a response. His wife and daughter were glaring at each other. "Hey, what's going on?"

"Nothing, Dad," Ella answered, her eyes never leaving her mother's combative face.

Jim filled his mug before taking a seat as he watched the two women in his life continue to glare at each other from across the table. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Linda answered, her attention still locked on her daughter.

Jim uncomfortably observed the silence before his daughter finally looked in his direction.

"Do you have time to answer a question for me, Dad?" Ella asked

Linda was on the verge of lunging at her daughter.

"I always have time for you, baby," he answered. "Whaddya need?"

"It's for school," Ella told her father.

Linda immediately felt herself relax.

"Actually, it's for my Sex Ed class," she noted.

Well, that relaxed feeling went away rather quickly. Linda once again wanted to drag her daughter to her room by her neck.

"Okay." Jim waited for his daughter to ask her question.

"We have an assignment where we have to talk to both a married man and a married woman," Ella explained. "We have to ask them about their preferred number of weekly sexual encounters."

Jim took a swig of his coffee.

"Both the number of times a week they desire to have sexual intercourse, and the number of total sexual activities they would want," she continued. "You know, things like oral sex, and making out, and stuff. Now, this has nothing to do with your current situation or relationship. These numbers are based solely on your personal wants."

"Was Mom the woman you asked?" he inquired.

Ella shook her head as she tried to think of who she wanted to be the female test subject for her fictional question. "No, I asked Kate's mom."

"Kate's mom?" he laughed. "Am I privy to that information?" He quickly glanced at his wife. "Obviously, if Mom is okay with hearing it."

"Yeah, I'm very interested..." Linda said sarcastically as she continued to stare a hole through her daughter.

Ella shot her a glare of her own before turning her attention to her father. "Kate's mom said that she would prefer to have sex three to four times a week, and at least one daily sexual activity."

Jim grinned. "Are you serious!?"

The teen nodded. "Yep. So, I need an answer from a guy. The easiest way to think about this is to pretend Mom doesn't exist..."

Linda wanted to put her fist through her daughter's face.

"...and imagine you're single. Now, when you snap your fingers, your dream girl shows up and does anything you want. It's purely sexual. What would your numbers be?"

"Well, your mother is my dream girl," he instantly stated.

Ella raised her eyebrows with an unimpressed look.

"What?" Jim laughed. "She is. Listen, sexual compatibility is based on a relationship. One person can't call all the shots."

Ella promptly shook her head. "Dad, I just told you that isn't what I'm asking about. This isn't about feelings, or love, or any of that. It's solely about lust."

He took a moment to think. "This is in an unrealistic fantasy world, right?"

"In a world where your sexual wants and needs come first," Ella told her dad.

"I mean, I could go every day, but that obviously isn't something you can do," Jim answered.

"Sex every day or just some kind of sexual activity?" the teen questioned.

"Again, in a fantasy world, I would love to have sex every day and then some kind of sexual activity on top of that too. So, yeah, like two sexual things a day. Is that an option?"

Ella pulled out her phone and pretended to jot down her father's answer for her made up homework assignment. "Yeah, Dad, there isn't a wrong answer. So your ideal number would be fourteen sexual encounters a week? Sex daily and then something on top of that too? And that includes everything? Sex, oral, and stuff like making out?"

"Oral goes both ways?" he asked.

She was slightly taken aback by her dad's honesty, especially considering that Mom was sitting right next to him at the table, but then again, Mom had yet to stopped glaring at her since they sat down across from each other. Who knew if she was even processing the discussion at hand?

Ella nodded.

Jim turned and smiled at his wife. "We should start making out again, by the way."

Her attention shifted to her husband. "What?"

"We should start making out again," he repeated. "I miss it." He turned back to Ella. "I don't know why people stop making out when they get older. It's awesome."

Ella couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, if we're counting sex, oral both ways, and making out, then go ahead and bump that number up to twenty."

She pulled out her phone again. "So, twenty sexual encounters a week? About three a day? Sex daily and then two things on top of that as well?"

"Yeah, I think that's fair," he nodded. "Again, in a fantasy world."

"Interesting..." she noted.

"Need anything else?" he asked.

"Nope. I think I got it. Thanks, Dad!"

"No problem, sweetheart." He finished his coffee before standing up and leaning over to give his wife a kiss. This time he passed on her cheek and instead found her lips. Linda hastily pulled back, only allowing for a quick peck.

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Posted by: incest - 10-13-2018, 12:44 AM - Forum: Dad Daughter Incest Stories - Replies (2)

Bob Johnson walked along the cold, damp street, his collar pulled up to ward off the chill of the night. The garish light of the store front, as he passed, casting his shadow in strange contorted angles as he strode through the last few steps to the entry of his flat, that was located above a shoe store. He had lived alone these past few years. His wife of thirty years had passed away just over three years ago. 

Unlocking the door he entered the flat and hung his coat and hat on the cloak tree, turning to find the message light on the answering machine blinking. As he passed by the machine he pressed the 'play' button and continued into the bathroom to relieve himself. As the message played, a familiar voice that of Jack, his son-in-law, rang out "Dad, this is Jack. How about dinner and a drink tonight? Call me when you get in." The message ended. So did Bob's evacuation. Bob went to the phone and dialed Jack's number.

Jack had known Bob for ten years, ever since Bob had rescued him from a dead end job at a factory and made him his assistant at a mortgage lending company. The business had been good for Bob and now that he was retired, it was Jack's turn to run the business. Things had gone well for them all, that is until Bob's wife died. 

Bob and Jack would often go out on the town in the earlier days. Sometimes they would get a little out of control and pick up prostitutes for night games. On one occasion they picked up a lovely young girl and shared her for hours before returning home late in the morning. But that was before Jack married Carrie, Bob's daughter. All the carousing ended then. This was just before Bob's wife had passed away.

Jack was standing in the kitchen, taking the top off a beer bottle, when the phone rang. It was Bob. "Hey, Jack what's going on?" Bob inquired.

"Nothing, Pop. Carrie is in California for a week and I thought we could get in a meal and a drink tonight. You up for it?" Jack responded.

"What's Carrie doing in California?" Bob asked.

"She's doing a photo shoot for a lingerie catalog and they need her for the whole week." Jack explained.

"Great! Where are we going for dinner?" Bob asked.

"I thought we could hit Carson's for dinner and do Bell's Blues Bar for drinks." Jack returned. 

"Hey, that's a great idea," Bob says, "Pick me up in half an hour."

As they sat in Carson's they caught up on current events with each other's lives. The dinner was nothing if not fantastic. Carson's was the preferred place to dine in town and was a favorite of Bob's from the early days, when he would start every celebration with a meal at Carson's. Tonight wasn't one of those nights. This was just two guys out for a quiet evening together. Later, at Bell's Blues Bar, they would reminisce about the 'good old days' when they were known for raising hell.

As Jack and Bob were reliving the good old days for about the third time, a beautiful blonde bombshell caught Jack's eye, and made every attempt to get a response from him. No such luck. Jack wasn't taking the bait. Bob was however. He made every pass he could muster and was rebuffed at every turn. The blonde, having never looked back, left with a guy in a business suite.

"It's been like that for a few years now Jack. They don't go for fat, bald, old has-been's like me. I sure miss the old days." Bob mused.

"It isn't that bad is it Pop?" Jack asked.

"Bad? It's worse than bad. If I had a dime for every girl that turned me down, well....." Bob continued, "I sure wish you were single again. We sure had the times didn't we?"

"Sure, sure Bob. We had the times." Jack said, "Let's get out of here."

All day, the next day, Jack worried over Bob's predicament. He sure wasn't going to dump his wife, a beautiful professional model, so he could get his father-in-law laid. But, he had to do something. Then a plan began to form in his mind. What if he picked up a girl and he and Bob switched before the dirty deed was done? An idea, but how was he to work it out? Jack spent the rest of the day working out the details.

Carrie had been in California for just a few days and was already missing Jack and her own bed. Being a model is glamorous, but very hard work. Twelve hours a day primping and prepping countless garments in endless poses over and over again. She was taking a much deserved break from the shoot, and used the opportunity to call Jack at his office. His voice sent a chill through her body. He always had that effect on her. He was her one and only true love. They spoke only briefly, and then she was back to work. The end of the week couldn't come fast enough for her.

It took Jack a couple of days to make the plans for Bob's sexual interlude. He had to be careful not to hurt Bob's feelings by making him feel like a mercy case. Just as he couldn't let on to the girl he picked up his true intentions. Carrie would be home in a couple of days, so tonight was the one and only opportunity to make this work.

Jack picked up Bob and as per usual they dined at Carson's. Jack was visibly nervous and Bob asked why he was acting odd several times. Jack just parried the inquiries as best he could. Once at Bell's Blues Bar, Jack pretended to drink a lot, Bob did drink heavily. As the night progressed, very few opportunities to pick up an available girl presented themselves. Those that did were apparently concerned about Bob hanging around during the courtship phase. 

Jack had just about given up, when a luscious, blonde, girl of indeterminable age approached and hit on Jack. God, Jack thought, she's a knock out. Slender, with pert breasts and a heart shaped ass to die for. Her blonde hair flowed over her shoulders, delicately framing her face which glowed of youthful exuberance. Jack went to work on his plan. He began to ply her with alcohol, lots of alcohol. When the Bar lights flashed for last call, Jack had set the stage for his father-in-law's salvation. With a broad smile the girl accepted Jack's invitation to accompany him home for the evening. 

Jack pulled the keys from his pocket and opened the door to his apartment. 

"Hurry," The girl implored in a slurred, anguished manner, "I need to pee."

"OK," Jack said, "It's through there." Pointing to the bed room door, he was thinking that this was a perfect opportunity to pull the switch.

After she disappeared into the darkness of the bedroom, Jack turned to Bob and said, "Pop, you're up. I can't be messing around with her, I'm married."

"I wondered how long you were going to go before you came to your senses." Bob muttered. "But I'm pretty drunk. I might not perform." 

"Well, it's up to you, but there's a beautiful young girl in there just waiting to get laid." Jack chuckled.

Tentatively, Bob moved to the bedroom door, peered inside, then disappeared as the door closed behind him. Bob could just make out a form on the far side of the bed. Nervously, he hurriedly stripped naked, and slid into the bed beside the still female form. Moving up closer to her, he reached out and felt her smooth warm flesh from her shoulder to her hip. She was completely bare. The stirrings in his loins began to spread through the rest of his body. His manhood became aroused, and surged with a determined strength belying his age.

He reached down, tentatively, shaking perceptibly, and felt the downy soft fur patch that was perched above her vagina. Continuing, he pressed his middle finger into the moist center of her sex. She moaned and stirred slightly, opening her thighs so as to allow more fully his access to her. He breathed in her sent, how wonderful it was. She rolled onto her back as he maneuvered his face into position between her thighs to give her oral ministrations. The sweet smell of her filled his nostrils and beckoned him forward, into her. His tongue flicked the clitoris and simultaneously his middle finger pressed fully into her. Her moaning increased as her hands moved to his head, holding it, pressing it into her more fully.

Jack lay on the couch listening to the moaning emanating from the bedroom. A smile crossed his face as a sense of satisfaction for a job well done warmed his heart. Content, he rolled over and went to sleep.

In the bedroom Bob was picking up the pace. Just as he placed a second finger into her vagina an orgasm wracked her body. She had begun to sweat from the intense activity. Bob realized he had to have her now or he might not last long enough to get it at all. So, he moved up into position, and placed his rigid tool at the opening of her vagina. Pressing forward, he entered, then retracted slightly, then pressed into her fully. She let out a gasp, clinching to him tightly. He then began thrusting into her, increasing his speed with every thrust. She was moaning incoherently and Bob realized she must be pretty intoxicated. 

He penetrated her with a passion imbued with years of frustration and denial. He lavished her with tender kisses and rough bites to her nipples. He was a man possessed by his sexual demons. Ramming into her open vagina he began to feel the long forgotten tingle in his loins that foretells the orgasm he so desired. As the orgasm built, he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. In a crescendo of cascading emotions he erupted into her as wave after wave of intense orgasm washed over him. 

Sometime during his orgasm she had completely passed out and now just lay splayed on the bed under him. Bob rolled over and passed out likewise.

Jack woke the next morning and made coffee. As he was sipping his first cup he reminisced about the last evening's events. He heard stirrings in the bedroom and wondered what reaction the girl would have when she found out who had been with her last night. Just then he heard a scream.

"What the hell...Who are you?" 

Oh shit, Jack thought, here it comes. The girl burst through the bedroom door making straight for the exit. As she staggered to the door she shot a glaring look in the direction of Jack, who just looked away shamefully. 

From the bedroom another voice crackled, "Jack. Where are you?"

Jack was stricken with fear as a horrific realization came to him. Carrie, his wife, was home. But why? She wasn't due back yet.

Rushing to the bedroom he sees his father-in-law still passed out on the bed, naked. His wife was standing naked in the bathroom doorway, glaring at him. 

"Who was that woman?" She implored.

"She was here for your dad." Jack pleaded.

"Dad?" She complained, "Why is dad in my bed? Where have you been?"

"I slept on the couch last night. When did you come home?" He asked.

"I came home last evening. You weren't here so I took a pill and went to sleep." She retorted.

A slow, dark realization came over Jack. He looked at his wife's naked form, crusted semen caked to her inner thighs told a sordid tale he was wont to believe.

"Where was the girl this morning?" He asked.

"On the bathroom floor." She said.

"OH GOD!" Jack spat out. "Your dad made love to you last night."

"My dad? What do you mean?" Carrie asked, confused.

"That girl was here for your dad. But you were in the bed, not her." He explained.

A look of horror came over her. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the floor. Jack rushed to her, but she recoiled from his grasp. She sat in shock, tears flowing freely, but she couldn't grasp the reality of it. Her father had had sex with her. 

Later, as Jack was preparing to sleep on the couch for the second night in a row, Carrie lay on her bed sobbing, vaguely the memory of her lovemaking from the night before began to haunt her. She told herself that the pleasure she had felt must be purged from her memory. But try as she might, the thought of her father, laying there naked in her bed last night stirred her as nothing had ever stirred her before. She rolled over, clutched a pillow tightly to her, and cried herself to sleep. 

Carrie awoke to the morning sun, groggy from the recent events that had sapped her of her physical and emotional strength. Recalling the incident with her father created mixed emotions for Carrie. She dearly loved her father but couldn't reconcile her love with the image of him lying naked in her bed after fucking her.

***

Several weeks passed and Carrie had yet to forgive Jack. Realizing what had happened; Carrie and Jack kept the incident secret. That is until Carrie overheard her father telling Jack how wonderful the prostitute had been.

Carrie found herself deriving a small sense of satisfaction from the comments. Confused over these conflicting emotions she finally broke her silence and talked to Jack about the chain of events that had brought them to this point in their life.

"Jack, we need to talk." She said, matter-of-factly.

"Sure." Jack said tentatively.

Carrie continued, "If we are ever going to get past this, I have to know what you thought you were doing with that woman in my house."

"It was strictly for your dad." He pleaded. "I felt sorry for him and wanted to give him a comforting gift of love and friendship."

"I can't understand men sometimes. What passes for sympathy between you is unbelievable." She said shaking her head.

"I'm so sorry, honey." He pleaded.

"Does dad suspect anything?" She queried.

"God, no. But he does talk about it incessantly." Jack added. 

"What does he say?" Carrie asked with mock indifference. "Does he remember much?"

"Well, he sure remembers the passion." Jack blurted out with accidental excitement in his voice, quickly correcting himself and looking downward to avoid her scathing stare.

"I wonder if dad has ever dated anyone since mom died." She mused out loud.

"I don't think so. He is a very lonely man." Jack said rather pensively. "Since we're on speaking terms again, does this mean we can be lovers again?" He begged like a puppy.

"Well, I'm still not sure I should let you off so easily, but you do look awfully pathetic sleeping on the couch." She pondered aloud.

Jack took this as an affirmative and nuzzled into her neck with tender kisses and nips. She melted into his arms, longing for his embrace had taken its toll on her ability to withstand her self imposed sexual abstention. As they made frantic love on the couch, visions of her father flashed through her mind. She imagined him bragging about his sexual conquest with his friends.

Her father's smile pierced her very core as she remembered how he recalled the details of the event with her husband. Remembering the few details of the encounter she could muster, she felt the beginnings of an orgasm rising within her, boiling like a cauldron of pent up need and desire, until at once she climaxed violently into Jack's arms. 

Or were they her father's arms? Realizing that she had fantasized about her father startled her; she sprang up gasping for air and running to the bathroom, sobbing in terror. Jack fell over, not knowing what had occurred. He sat, head in hands for a few moments before following her into the bathroom. 

"Honey. Is something wrong?" He asked, almost apologetically.

"No. I just wasn't ready for this so soon." She lied.

"We'll take our time honey. Don't worry." He said, consolingly, hugging her as she sobbed.

***

She began to fantasize regularly thereafter. She found herself wondering what it must be like to be beneath her father as he made love to her. She rebuffed Jack's sexual overtures at every turn. She just couldn't bring herself to engage in intercourse with him. Her thoughts and desires centered upon her father and became an obsession with her. She tried to masturbate, but try as she might, she was unable to climax fantasizing about her father, the taboo that drove her to fantasize, also guiltily restrained her ability to achieve an orgasm.

Acting on an impulse, Carrie picked up the phone and called her father.

"Hello." A deep mature voice answered.

"Hi dad." Carrie spoke into the receiver. "How have you been?"

"Hi sweetness." He beamed as he used his pet name for his daughter. "What have you been up to?" 

"Oh, just goofing off mostly. I was thinking about you and wondered if you would like to come to dinner?" Carrie said hopefully. 

"I'd love to." Bob rejoined.

"Tonight, at seven then?" 

"Ok, at seven. Bye sweetness." Bob hung the receiver and smiled to himself, maybe he could talk Jack into another tryst with a prostitute, Jack had been kind of stand-offish since the last time. Oh well, he thought, better get ready for dinner.

***

Jack sat in the living room waiting on his wife to finish the dinner preparations. It had been a long time since she had invited her father to dinner; usually they just went out to a restaurant. Jack observed that Carrie seemed excited about the visit. Jack hoped that this signaled the end of the cold shoulder treatment he had endured lately. Maybe she can get over it now, he thought. A knock on the door roused Jack from his thoughts.

The dinner went famously. Bob and Jack both complimented Carrie for her culinary delights. With a squeeze and a hug, she shooed them into the living room with a beer so she could clean up. As she went about clearing the table she could overhear her father and Jack talk idle chitchat. 

When he thought she couldn't hear, Bob leaned over to Jack and said, "Have you given any thought to getting another girl, Jack?"

Jack, clearly uncomfortable, fidgeted, then tentatively said, "I don't know dad, Christ, we could get into real trouble if Carrie found out."

"How would she find out? She doesn't need to know anything." Bob insisted.

"You have no idea." Jack said under his breath.

"What?" Bob asked.

"Nothing, I was just thinking." Jack returned. "Let me think about it dad."

Just then Carrie walked into the living room having heard every word, she pretended that she hadn't. "Dad it was wonderful having you over tonight. We need to do it more often."

Jack just looked at her wondering what she must be thinking.

After Bob left, she prepared for bed and invited Jack to sleep in the bedroom again. Jack was ecstatic and jumped at the opportunity to be with his wife again. She's back, he thought. 

As they lay together in bed, Carrie wondered out loud to Jack "Do you think dad is lonely all the time?"

Jack responded, "He seems to be, honey. He keeps after me about another tryst, and I just don't know how to say no." 

As Carrie played with Jack's testicles, she mused, "Maybe you should."

Jack froze, "Maybe I should what?"

"Well, you thought it was a good idea before, maybe you should help him from time to time. You know, like a guy's night out or something, to get him some company I mean." She seemed to stumble through her thoughts.

"I guess, if you think so, honey, but your dad is hard to fix up." Jack recounted.

"Oh you can do it I have faith in you." She muttered just as she swallowed his swollen manhood. In her mind's eye she saw her father's pelvis thrusting up to meet her.

***

In the morning's light Carrie looked like the model she was, her still, naked form barely making an impression in the sheets. Jack smiled as he kissed his lovely wife on the cheek saying, "Wakeup sleepy head."

Carrie woke slowly from her slumber. She stretched and rose thinking how wonderful it was to have a purpose and a direction again. Singing softly, she bathed and got dressed for the day. Jack noticed the change in Carrie's mood and was glad to see her happy again. 

As Jack left for work, Carrie kissed him sensually, and said, "Remember to call dad about tonight." 

Jack's brow furrowed in astonishment, "What about tonight?" he asked.

"Well you said you were going to get dad a date didn't you?"

"Yeah, but..."

"No buts, I'll call around lunch to see what you have set up. Bye." She shot back as she closed the door, turned and walked into the studio.

Jack was floored. How did we get to this, he wondered?

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