8 comments/ 82080 views/ 3 favorites Daughter Dear By: AlphaBeatHer Rosie was depressed. At 45 she was still quite an attractive woman, but her job was really getting her down and her relations with Jake had been going from bad to worse. After many years of being a single mother she had met Jake when she was singing karaoke at the local pub. He was a lot older than her and no oil painting. In fact with his beer gut and nicotine stained teeth she probably wouldn't have spoken to him at all if she hadn't been a bit tipsy and flattered by the applause and compliments that he gave her for her performance. The truth was that Rosie couldn't sing very well at all, but she had been star struck since she had been a kid. She just couldn't resist getting up on a stage, any stage, and if she got a good reception she was thrilled. The father of her daughter, Jolene, was a fantastic guy. He was great looking and a good father, but the relationship had gone sour when Jolene was still a baby because of Rosie's insistence on trying to make it as a singer and touting herself around every wannabe band in the area. After that, she never had a proper relationship until Jake. There were plenty of men. In fact just about anybody who promised Rosie that they could help her singing career found a place in her bed, but they were all liars and chancers of course. Jake couldn't be more different. He was funny, intelligent and generous. He worked as a truck driver. He was away for days at an end, driving across Europe delivering meat products and returning with live poultry. It was tiring, hard and lonely work. Jake's own marriage had collapsed long ago when his wife took advantage of his absences to find herself a new relationship. He had been overjoyed to get together with Rosie and their first two years together had been an awful lot of fun. Recently though, things had not been so good. Rosie's depression had put her off sex so all the past enthusiasm to get home and have two or three days of wild screwing before having to set off in that lonely cab again was no longer available. Jolene had become a complete pain in the ass lately. She was still being a difficult teenager when Rosie and Jake got together. There was no way that Jake could say anything to her. As she went through dropping out of college and then tarting herself up like some hopeful starlet while she hung around the performers at the night clubs she looked at Jake as though he was some piece of shit. Rosie ranted at her in recognition of the repeat of her own life and its disappointments. Today Jake arrived home in the early evening to find Rosie and Jolene screaming at each other in the kitchen. Jolene's face was painted like a whore and her clothes left nothing to the imagination. It was Friday and she was ready to hit the town. He gave Rosie a kiss on the cheek, which was ignored despite him having been away earning their living for four days and nights. Jolene did not even stop her stream of obscenities as he passed between her and her mother. Only four weeks ago she had become 18 and Jake was hoping that she might soon want to leave home. Wearily, Jake went to the shower and took some comfort in the powerful stream of hot water stripping the grime of the road from his body. Gasping for a drink, he dried himself off, wrapped a towel around his tired, hairy body and went to the fridge to collect a can of lager. As he did so, Jolene was getting up from her stool as if to leave the house. With mock seduction she looked in the direction of his groin, ran her tongue over her lips and and winked. She had a huge smile on her face as she looked back to Rosie who had a face as black as thunder. Jake took his can, popped it open and put it to his lips. He was trying to ignore the women at the same time as he was in suspense at whether there would be a next move from either of them. Suddenly Rosie said to her daughter "You've got a choice. Get out of the house now and don't expect any support ever again from me or Jake or do everything I tell you to do." The look on Rosie's face told Jolene that she meant every word and a moment of panic shot through her. She had nowhere to stay and no chance of earning a living in any acceptable way. "OK. What?" Rosie whipped away Jake's towel. "You made out that you wanted it. Suck his dick and do it well." Jolene flushed bright red. "Go on. On your knees and suck." In his shock Jake gulped at his beer, but his prick had no hesitation and shot to a raging stiff in an instant. To her own amazement as well as Jake's, Jolene dropped to her knees in front of him. She put out her tongue, licked the large purple head and then gingerly took the tip in her mouth. Rosie grabbed Jolene by her long bleach blonde hair and pulled her face into his groin. "If you want my man's dick, you just make a fucking good job of it you whore." She yelled. "Get it down your throat and suck him good you bitch." Almost spitting out his mouthful of beer, Jake gasped at the feel of the soft young face pressed to him. "Rosie!" He exclaimed. "Shut up Babe." Replied Rosie."I have had it with her. She is driving me mad. She treats you like crap, she is a lazy bitch and if she wants to have some dick she can get it here and not take the piss." "You said you would do what I said, so you are going to suck his dick if you want to stay. Is that OK?" "OK" With that, Rosie took Jake's Prick in her hand and put it again to her daughter's lips. Jolene's bright lipstick smeared the cock head and she kept her lips closed until Rosie slapped her left tit very hard where it bulged from her skimpy top. The little squeal that Jolene uttered parted her lips and Rosie pushed her head hard forward so that the engorged dick of her boyfriend filled her daughter's mouth. Before Jolene could show any resistance, Rosie got her head in both hands and worked her face back and forth in a rapid wanking action as she told Jolene to suck. "Do a good job bitch. Make him cum and swallow it. If you bite, or even if you spill any, you are going to get a whipping until you wish you were dead." Overcoming his initial shock, Jake warmed to the unfamiliar sensation of a warm, wet female mouth on his cock. He took a deep swig from his can and stroked Rosie's hair affectionately. Jolene seemed to be in some state of shock. She was not struggling, screaming, biting or doing anything. "Go on. Suck it. Get your mouth working. You have had a dick in your mouth before. Now show some respect and suck." Amazingly, Jolene's lips closed and her cheeks sunk in as she sucked on the large throbbing member. Rosie held her daughter's head still for Jake to savour the sucking for a moment and then said "OK. Now swallow." She pushed Jolene's head hard into Jake's groin. Jolene gagged. Rosie drew her head back for a few seconds to let her get her breath and then thrust it in hard again. Jake felt his prick enter and stretch the young throat and felt Jolene's nose sink into his pubic hair. Without warning he shot his first spurt into her throat just before she coughed him out and the rest pumped into her face and hair. Jolene never said a word. She remained on her knees looking blank until Rosie said: "Good try,but you didn't swallow like I told you. Go to my bedroom. Get all your clothes off and kneel by the side of the bed." As soon as Jolene left the room, Rosie kissed Jake really passionately then she knelt down to suck and lick his prick clean. "I have been thinking Jake. Jolene isn't your daughter. She is my responsibility, but she is going wrong and I don't want her to ruin her life or ours. I haven't been looking after you properly either. In future I am going to treat you properly as you deserve and I am going to make sure that Jolene does as well. I want you to discipline us both. I don't want you having sex with Jolene. I only did that because of her behaviour. I will give you all the sex you could ever need. Now please take your belt and go and give her a good thrashing." Jake had no idea what to say so he said nothing. Rosie took his belt from his trousers and handed it to him. Together they went to the bedroom. Jolene was clearly still in shock. Her lovely naked, young body was fully displayed as she knelt beside the bed. Rosie said: "On your feet, legs apart and hands behind the back of your head." Jolene blushed, but did as her mother ordered. Jake and Rosie were both surprised to see that her pubic hair was shaved off and she had a tattoo of a little red devil on her groin. "Even more of a slut than I realised." Jake looked for a moment before taking control of the situation. He told Jolene to bend over and clasp her ankles. She did so and he started spanking her ass with the leather belt. After half a dozen strokes she was wriggling and her buttocks were getting very red. Just as he was wondering whether he should stop, Rosie arranged a pile of pillows on the centre of the bed and suggested to him that Jolene should be laid on there so he could lay on the strokes a bit harder. Jake agreed. He told Jolene to get up and lie face down on the bed with her buttocks raised by the pillows. With this done he told her that she was going to get another twenty strokes and she had to call out the number of each one. Jake was now bringing the belt down with more force and the brilliant red cheeks of Jolene's ass were throbbing as she tried to clench them against the pain. Tears rolled down her face as she called out: "Ten." "Eleven." "Aaaargh, please stop." "Twelve." "Ouch! Help!" "Fourteen" Jake stopped the belting. "You missed one didn't you? Go and stand in the corner with your hands behind the back of your head." He went over to Rosie and they whispered together as they watched Jolene sobbing in the corner. Her ass was so red it looked like it was glowing. Jake asked Rosie if she thought that Jolene had taken enough and if he should let her off the remaining seven strokes. She said no. He should add on some extra for her calling the wrong number and in future she should say 'Thank you Sir.' As well as calling out the number for each stroke. "In fact." Said Rosie. "She should have one stroke on each of her tits and one right between her legs to make her think a bit harder about that tattoo and shaving her pubic hair." Reinforced, Jake ordered Jolene back on the bed and told her the new counting requirements. She was to start at thirteen and go through to twenty on her ass. The pain was terrible, but Jolene dutifully called out: "Thirteen thank you Sir." "Fourteen thank you Sir." Strangely, after the break in the corner, she had a warmth and feeling of pleasure inside her. Each stroke of the belt still hurt as much, but she had a glow about her that she liked. After twenty, Jake ordered her to her knees with her hands behind her head. When he told her that she was to have one stroke on each breast she gasped with shock. She had not heard their whisperings. Before she could think any more about it, or consider resisting, Jake brought the belt down on her right tit. Jolene yelped with pain as her tit jumped up and down from the force of the blow. Jake looked at her and she said: "One thank you Sir." He positioned himself on her other side and belted her left tit. She let out a short scream, but needed no prompting to call the number and her thanks. To complete the punishment Jake instructed Jolene to lie on her back with her crotch at the edge of the bed and her legs as wide apart as she could get them. With her so fully exposed and crying with pain and embarrassment, Jake climbed onto the bed and stood above her. He brought the belt down hard onto the spread lips of Jolene's cunt. She screamed and grabbed her burning pussy to try to soothe it. It was Rosie who said: "Thank Jake quickly and properly for correcting you or you will get some more." "Yes Mum. Thank you Sir. Sorry Sir. Thank you for punishing me as I deserved." Hesitantly she dropped from the bed to her knees and edged towards Jake with her face down. He had never replaced his towel and had given the whole punishment naked. Now Jolene nestled her face beneath his belly and with her hands behind her back she kissed and licked his balls before taking his prick in her mouth. When he was hard she throated him with the skill he would have expected to find only in a professional. Rosie went behind, got to her knees, and started rimming her man as her daughter gave him the blow job of his life. Soon Jake shot another load into Jolene's mouth and she swallowed it completely. Rosie is often sore these days, but she is always happy. Jake has smartened himself up and he always rushes home from his work full of enthusiasm. He is properly the Head of his household. And what about Jolene. Well, she no longer wears bright lipstick and provocative clothes. After her mother encouraged Jake to punish her she changed completely. She took a cleaning job and she is studying in her spare time. Every Friday that Jake is home from work she presents him with a list of things she has done wrong or failed to do and asks him to correct her appropriately. She has her punishments naked and with her mother present,but she doesn't suck Jake's dick any more. Recognising the value of a stable and disciplined life she asked Jake to find her a suitable man to become her future husband. Not very long ago Jake's boss confided in him that since he had become a widower he was unhappy with his life. He had everything he needed to be very happy except a partner. He had girlfriends, but he knew they were only really interested in his money and he could not feel anything for them. He had noticed how Jake had become so much happier in recent times and wondered what had changed since they had both been unhappy when he'd had a drink with him six months ago. After a chat with Rosie, Jake decided to have an evening with his boss and make a suggestion for him. John Winterson arrived at Jake's home wondering what awaited him. He knew they were going to have dinner, but Jake had made it clear that he also intended to help him change his life in some way. What could that possibly mean? He had much more in life than Jake and, although they were of a similar age, he was a far more fit and elegant person than Jake. He did not like to be disrespectful to a good employee and friend, but he was not sure what Jake could really do for him. Rosie answered his ring of the doorbell with a deep curtsey. "Welcome to our home Mr. Winterson. We are honoured by your visit and I am available to make your stay pleasurable in any way possible." Rosie was ravishing. She was beautifully made up and dressed in a French maid outfit that showed off all her assets in the most attractive way. John was momentarily taken aback until Jake appeared and said: "Please come in John. Rosie and I are delighted you were able to come and she means what she says about pleasing you." They sat down in the lounge and Rosie brought them an aperitif before going to the kitchen to serve dinner. While they were waiting for the food to be ready Jake explained how the source of his happiness had been a complete change in the arrangements in his household and that it was Rosie who had discovered the key to their new life. John listened enraptured as Jake told him about Rosie's weekly maintenance sessions and the system of punishments he gave her for any breach of the rules they had agreed together. Today was her maintenance day and she was also due a punishment for overspending her housekeeping budget. Jake had saved that punishment to give it in John's presence and it would be carried out after dinner. "Wow Jake. You are a real surprise. I don't know what to say." "Don't say anything John. Enjoy your meal and what I have to show you afterwards, but there is more and that can wait until later." At that point Rosie invited them to come through for dinner. It was an excellent meal for just John and Jake. Rosie had eaten earlier and she concentrated on serving the men. When they were finished Rosie served them a brandy in the lounge and Jake told her to go to the bedroom and get herself ready. When they had finished their drink the two men went upstairs. Rosie was naked on her knees with her legs apart and her hands clasped behind her head. Beside her on the bed she had placed her punishment book open at the last entry and beside that was a range of spanking implements. Jake showed John the punishment book which recorded that Rosie had last received her maintenance a week before. She had five minutes of hand spanking followed by five strokes of the belt, five paddles and two strokes of the cane on her buttocks. She had not received any punishment during the week, but two days ago she had entered her £10 overspend. Beside the entry was a space for Jake to record the punishment due. "Well Rosie. You will have your normal maintenance in a minute, but what do you think you are due for your misbehaviour." "Sorry Sir! I know my budget and I knew I was failing you when I did it. Please correct me severely as you think fit." "No suggestions then? What should it be and where? Cane on your belly perhaps?" "As you wish Sir. I deserve at least one stroke for each pound I overspent. Maybe six on my breasts and another four on my pussy to make sure that I cannot forget my duty again." Jake duly entered '6 tits' and '4 cunt' in the punishment book, but he left the implement clear for the moment. "You see John. She knows what she deserves and she is harder than me." Jake sat down and took Rosie over his knee. He asked John to keep time and gave her five minutes of vigorous hand spanking to warm up her ass. When he was finished, Jake ordered Rosie to her feet to bend over and clasp her ankles. She was already crying gently when he started thrashing her backside with his belt. The five strokes left her brightly welted and crying loudly. For the next stage of her maintenance Rosie knelt with her forehead on the floor and her ass high, knees apart. Jake picked up a two foot long leather paddle. It was stiff and two inches wide. Again he gave Rosie five hard strokes which she called out clearly despite her yells of pain and constant crying. With her ass completely red and purple with raised welts criss crossing every part where the implements had crossed Jake picked up a long thin cane. Raising his arm he brought it down hard on Rosie's scorching ass. "One Sir. Thank you Sir." she cried out through her tears. Jake gave her the second just below the first and she collapsed onto the carpet as she called out the required number and thanks. Jake ordered Rosie to the corner where she stood with her feet apart and her hands behind her head. Jake and John left her there and went downstairs for another drink. "That was just amazing Jake. Do you really do that every week?" "Yes I do and more than that. She has punishment for every time she breaks a rule and she will also have pre-emptive discipline if she is about to do anything in connection with which she has had to have punishment in the past." "Surely she wasn't serious when she asked you to cane her tits and cunt was she?" "Oh yes. And I will in a minute. Once it has gone in the punishment book she gets it. There is no way out and no excuses. But I am not going to use the cane. I save that for more serious cases. I am going to use the riding crop on her tits and my leather flogger on her cunt. Come on let's go and do it." Rosie was still in place, but no longer crying when they returned. Jake ordered her to her knees before him and made the entry of the implements in the punishment book. He told her the punishment and she thanked him. Remaining on her knees Rosie put both hands under her right breast and held it up. Jake gave her three hard strokes of the crop and she called them out. He hit each time in a different place leaving the imprint of the crop clearly in the flesh. Rosie then raised her left tit in the same way and received the cropping. She was now crying loudly again as she laid on the bed with her legs wide apart. Jake gave her two swipes of the flogger from the front and then got on the bed to give her the other two from above. Daughter Dear, Save Him for Me What turns a woman on? Damned if I know, but I have had several lessons from several women. Take Libby's mama. I first met her at Libby's 18th birthday party and thought I noticed she gave me special attention. I was only 17 at the time and she wanted to know when I would be 18. Within a week Libby called me and led me in a conversation that arranged our first date. Time passed. On several dates her mama appeared when I arrived and left. I now was on my way to see her mama. "Come on in", she said. "I'm glad you came". She held the door open, her full face showing its near 50 years. She had lived a full life. Her smile promised she wanted more of anything that life had to offer. Her invitation had not been expected. I answered the phone, was surprised by the mature voice on the other end. I was hesitant, not knowing what to expect. Normally my mother would have answered the phone but she was in the yard. I didn't immediately recognize the voice, but was aware that it was a woman, one with a familiar voice. She was quick to say that she was Libby's mama. This frightened me. Had she discovered what had happened between Libby and me earlier that week? In the tone of Mrs. Laird's voice, I heard something that told me that this was not a concerned phone call. "I'm so happy you and Libby had such a good time Saturday night. She enjoyed the movie and told me what a wonderful time you had. I do hope you intend asking her out again." I relaxed. Libby hadn't told her mother. I searched for an answer, not wanting to say Libby had invited me first. I had invited her out again and again. "Can you come over to my house? I have some baby pictures of Libby that I just found after all these years, and I think she would like me to show them to you". Mrs. Laird's voice was friendly, even excited. Summer vacation would end in two weeks; Libby had told me that, with her two brothers, she was spending the next two weeks with an aunt in Mississippi. "Yes Mrs. Laird. It'll take me a few minutes to change clothes and get there." I was 17 when Libby asked me out and had just celebrated my 18th birthday. I couldn't understand why I was not afraid, but Mrs. Laird did sound friendly. As I changed clothes, I thought she sounded enthusiastic. That had to mean that she didn't know about last Saturday night. As I walked to Mrs. Laird's house, a half-mile away, I remembered parking the car, touching one of Libby's tits. When she relocated my hand, my fingers began to rub silk and then the fingers moved the silk aside. Libby was wet between her legs, and I moved my fingers into a very warm, very moist nest. I was beginning to understand that I was a man. I plunged one finger, then another deeper and deeper as the wet spot on my trousers enlarged and the swollen center of my pants rose to an upright position. All the time we were kissing, first my tongue and then her tongue rush into my mouth. "I want to kiss you here," I said as I leaned over to position my lips at the spreading knees but they closed suddenly. My attention came to a new focus as Mrs. Laird opened the door. I walked sideways. That wet spot was obvious on my trousers and the bulge showed ominously. If it did show, but Mrs. Laird didn't seem to notice. She offered me a chair in the kitchen where she had spread out babypictures on the table. They showed a little girl, without any clothes. In some she was on a blanket; in others she was in the bathtub. One of the pictures, yielding a shadowy view between her legs, re-captured my imagination. It seemed to remind me of Saturday night, of the aroma that I remembered. "They are all of Libby when she was a baby. I think she was so cute then and she is really so pretty now. Don't you think she is pretty." "Yes, Mrs. Laird," I said shyly. For the first time I noticed that Mrs. Laird was not wearing a dress. She had a robe wrapped around her, secured with a bow tied in front. Her hair was carefully combed and she was wearing lipstick, something that was not usually done in the middle of the day. "She's real pretty." I knew I was repeating myself, but I could not think of anything original to say. "She says you are a good lover." Mrs. Laird said as she laid her hand on my shoulder. "Does that surprise you that she told me that?" "And," she added, "everyone calls me Beth and I would appreciate it if you would call me Beth. You've never been around an older woman, have you?" I realized she did not want me to answer her question. "No, Beth." I had trouble using her first name, was not answering herquestion. I had to say something. "We're no different than girls. We are just more appreciative of a man who cares to make us happy." Beth slipped her arms around my neck as she leaned over. "Do you mind if I kiss you?" Not waiting for an answer, she kissed me full on the lips. My lips didn't move. She tried it again and this time I tried to respond and tried not to respond. The third time she tried, her tongue forced entry into my mouth and I lost everything. I turned, stood and wrapped my arms about Beth as she continued to probe at my tongue. Then I started probing as my hands massaged her back and down to the cheeks of her ass. The cheeks were full, but the muscles were tight as I pulled her to my mound of wetness. We struggled with each other for what seemed liked minutes, our lips meshed, our tongues dueling for the right of entry. My arms moved, trying to get a solid hold of her; the folds of her gown kept strangling my hands. At first she didn't notice, then abruptly, she backed away. My first thought was "I did something wrong." Beth didn't mind my confusion. She was actually enjoying it and pulled away to get control of herself. This was the moment she had wanted since she was thirteen or fourteen and she was not going to allow this 18 year old boy-man to rush her to a climax that she was not ready for. "You're the greatest" she said to calm my alarm. "Wait just a moment." Slowly, deliberately, enjoying ever minute of the eager anticipation of the boy-man, she deliberately looked at the wet spot on my pants. "You've got something in there that wants to get out. I you wait any longer, you'll have a hole right in the middle of your pants." She licked her heavily coated lips, stepped towards me and unbuckled my belt. "Now, you do the rest," she said in a husky voice as she stepped back, took one end of the belt holding her robe together, and slowly pulled it. I didn't move. I couldn't. Beth dropped one shoulder, let the robe fall away, then dropped the other shoulder. Under the robe, she was wearing something white, something that hung from thin straps that held it just at the level of her tits. My eyes were wide as I looked first at the top of the white thing, then down to where it ended just below a dark and distinct shadow. She moved closer to me, reached out with another kiss. The only parts of our bodies that touched were the lips and tongues. "Let me help you," she gasped, and began to undo my zipper. My pants dropped to the floor. Slowly she started slipping my boxer shorts off, then violently dragged them to the floor. Her cheeks touched my manhood. When she got my shorts to the floor, she was on her knees, her eyes on my manhood. It stood straight and lightly upward, long and glistening with the love juices that my body couldn't will to stop or start. She touched it with her tongue, then jumped to her feet, still holding my man tool in both hands. When she was erect, she raised her hands, slowly undoing the buttons of my shirt and pushing it back off my shoulders. "Beth, Beth, you're wonderful," I gasped. Grabbing her I pulled her into me, my hands sliding down her back until each held a cheek in a firm grasp. I felt ramming movements I was making, not thinking but doing something my brain told me to do. Putting both hands on my chest, Beth pushed me back. "You are going to fast. We must enjoy this." She sat on the edge of the table, reached out for me. "Kiss me like you almost kissed Libby," she commanded as she lay back on her elbows, spread her legs high in the air." That she knew what I had done with Libby didn't stop me. I didn't recognize what she had said. I dropped to my knees and kissed blinding at what had once been a black shadow under the white thing and I rammed my tongue deep into her. "Oh, my God," she screamed. "Deeper, deeper." I tried as hard as I could. She locked her knees around my shoulders, pulled me into her. "Now up just a little bit higher," she yelled. I raised my tongue to the clitoris, but did not know what it was. I rammed my tongue into that delicate organ over and over, then began moving the tip side to side. I herd her moans and they excited me even more. Abruptly, she released her legs from my neck, slid off the table and raised me to her lips. Again I rammed my manhood at the soft, moist inner spot, but found only the inside of her legs. Beth lowered one of the straps on her shoulder, revealing a large mound that I had only dreamed of. I knew all women had them, but had no real idea of what a breast was. My eyes locked on the nipple, large and upright on a breast that had only a slight sag. The nipple seemed to grow as I watched. Instinct told me to grab the nipple in my mouth and I did, enjoying seconds that may have been minutes. I had her right nipple in my mouth, was only faintly aware that my right hand was now reaching down for her wet spot, the fingers moving swiftly as her hips vibrated. With her left hand, she dropped the other strap and cupped the other globe pointing the nipple at my mouth. I grabbed it with my mouth and, with my hands, pushed her breasts together. I sucked one nipple, then the other. The nipples grew longer and harder as I franticly sucked. Both of my hands were now working in the wet spot between her legs. I heard her scream, "Now, I'm ready." She sprawled out on the table, looked at me and said "I want you inside me where I can feel you." She had her legs high and wrapped then around my neck as I made my first penetration. Beth seemed to cry and then faint. She had her 18 year old boy-man deep within her, but slowly I withdrew, not with my hips, but with my organ. As soon as it plunged into the secret channel of love, I felt a sensation that I had never felt before but one that I wanted to feel again and again if I could only stay on my feet. I felt the spurt of my juices for the first time. I wanted to enjoy the sight of the woman in front of me forever, but I couldn't concentrate. Like every boy I had relieved myself but the feeling was never as magnificent as this. Beth recovered first; half turned to the side of the table, and used my hand to bring me around so that my manhood was opposite her face. She wanted to bring it back to life. Gently she stroked it, felt the limp organ begin to harden. She grasped it in her mouth. With her tongue she flicked the end, with her lips and hands she moved the skin back and forth. In moments I was fully erect again and she rammed her head into my pubic hair burying it's head deep in her throat. Again I felt the overpowering emancipation of my body and the weakness that followed. Libby's baby pictures had been knocked to the floor, were ignored for the moment. Libby had found her dream and I had experienced the first of many desires that would follow. "You had better get dressed," she said as she picked up Libby's photographs on the floor. As I weakly struggled to get back into my clothes, Beth went with the pictures to another room, returned with a dress. "Are you all right," she asked. "Sure," I replied. Noticing the time--it was a little after two. He asked, "When can we do this again." Beth licked her lips, smiled. "That depends." "On what," I asked. "You made a promise not to tell Libby. If she never knows about us, it can happen often. If you tell her, it'll never happen again." "Libby did tell you about what happened on our date?" I was not fully dressed, noticed that she had gathered up the gown and the white thing. She wanted me out quickly. "Why does she tell you such things." "? She's my daughter. I want her to have all the fun I missed when I was a girl. So I sort of coach her. I am selfish and I wanted to be your first." I felt the need to clarify something, in case Libby had failed to tell her mother everything. "I didn't put it in her like I did you." "Because I told her not to let you put it in. I don't want a pregnant daughter on my hands, but I want her to know how wonderful this thing called sex can be." She ushered me out the door. Looking shyly around, I didn't see anyone. The Laird's house was not close to other houses, was surrounded by trees. There was a road in front, another on one side. I disappeared into the trees, came out into the road a safe distance from her house. To Be Continued... Daughter Dear As soon as Rosie had screamed and called the last stroke, she got off the bed and knelt before Jake. She said: "Thank you for my deserved correction Sir." She was undoing Jakes zipper and John looked wide eyed and made to leave the room. Jake told him not to go and explained that Rosie was required to give proper thanks for her punishment. Jake was already hard and Rosie deep throated him right away. She kept her hands behind her back and Jake worked her head as he pleased while she expertly licked and sucked him. It was not too long before Jake shot a large load of cum into her mouth. She opened her mouth to show what he had given her and then swallowed. John's trousers were bulging so Jake ordered Rosie to go and relieve him in the same way. Back in the lounge John thanked Jake for everything. Jake said he was more than pleased to demonstrate what made his home the success and source of happiness that it was, but this was no use to John unless he found the woman that could make it all work for him. John agreed and sadly suggested that he didn't think he would be able to find such a woman. In fact he suggested that Rosie was probably unique. It was then that Jake told John he believed he had just the woman for him and she was ready to meet him this evening. Jake rang a small bell. The door opened and Rosie came in leading her naked daughter on a leash attached to a silver collar round her neck. Jolene was carrying her punishment book. Jolene knelt before John and handed the punishment book to him. "Yours Sir. If you are willing to take me." John looked at Jake. Jake explained that Jolene had asked for a suitable man to be chosen for her. If John wished to take her punishment book he would get her with it and she would promise to be an obedient wife in every sense. Jake suggested that John should open the punishment book. In the front was a list of her punishment implements. Jake said that she would bring these with her. John leafed through and saw that she had received cunt whippings, tit canings and many thrashings to her backside from Jake. Just the day before she had her cunt flogged for using Jake's car without asking. Jake told Jolene to show Mr Winterson her punishment. She lay down and spread her legs to show her bruised and swollen cunt lips. Jake said: "Jolene has agreed that she should have the same maintenance as her mother. If you agree to take her that will be due today. John took Jolene home immediately. Daughter Dearest Recently, my sexuality has been awakened by a most unlikely circumstance. It took me a long time to come to grips with it, but now I'm completely grateful, and I couldn't be happier that it happened the way it did. I haven't had a sex life since my daughter's father walked out on us about 16 years ago. My daughter was almost 3 at the time and I really didn't have anyone to turn to, so I just did what I had to do. Unfortunately, that left little, or no time for me. I don't even think I thought about sex much during that time. Looking back, I don't know how I did it, but I guess there were just too many other things to deal with. I wish I could go back and do it differently, but I can't. Now that I'm pushing 40, I've finally re-discovered my sexuality, with the help of the most important person in my life, and I wouldn't change that for the world. My daughter is now 19, and quite a beautiful girl. She was always a bit shy and inward so most people didn't notice it. When she was in high school, she spent most of her time with a book rather than worrying about being popular, which for a single mom was a dream come true. She had just a few close friends, and I knew them all, and their families very well, and she and I were very close. I'm not stupid enough to think that I knew everything she did, but I knew she was a good kid, and I knew that if she ever had doubts or questions about anything, she would come to me without hesitation. Over the years, I'd heard some talk about boys between her and her friends, but I never met anyone she called a boyfriend. We'd talked about sex, so I knew she was well informed. I just figured that she was too shy. I couldn't believe, even when I saw it with my own two eyes, what she was keeping from me. One night, a few weeks after her nineteenth birthday, she told me that she was going to her friend Michelle's house to watch some movies. She was gone about an hour when I noticed that she left her cell phone behind, and I figured she wouldn't want to be without it. I was on my way out to have some dinner with a friend from work, and figured I'd drop it off to her. I walked up to the door and was about to ring the bell when something inside caught my attention through the bay window. The experience was surreal as I slowly leaned forward to peer into the big picture window. There, on the living room couch was my daughter, Michelle, and of all people, Carolyn, Michelle's mother, all completely naked. My daughter was lying on her back with one leg on the floor and one on the back of the couch. Michelle was kneeling on the floor next to her, licking her breasts and playing with herself, while Carolyn was knelt between my daughter's open legs, working her fingers into my daughter. I suddenly found myself back at home, sitting on my own couch. I felt cold and it was difficult to breathe. I couldn't remember how I'd gotten here. I almost thought that I had somehow fallen asleep and dreamt the whole thing, that is, until I realized I was still clutching my daughter's cell phone. I couldn't believe what I had seen. It couldn't be real. It didn't seem real. I had so many feelings and thoughts running through me all at once, and I felt as if I was going to explode. Mostly anger. Anger towards Carolyn. How could she do that with my daughter? With her own daughter? What kind of sexual deviant was she to allow this...to do this kind of things with these young girls. Carolyn was 2 years older than me! What kind of mother has sex with their own children? And my daughter! How could she do this to me? How could she lie to me? What was she thinking? How could she allow herself to be a victim to this? She was smarter than that. As mad as I was at them and the situation, I was angriest at myself. Mostly because I felt that I should have known about this. And for some reason that I could not define, I was also hurt. I wouldn't admit that at the time, not even to myself, but I knew it was there. I was hurt for the same reasons I was angry. Why Carolyn? Why not me? As sick as I thought that feeling was at the time, It was still there, and it made me angry. Days went by, and I'd barely spoken to my daughter any more than I had too. She'd ask me what was wrong, but I'd just walk away. I couldn't look at her without being overwhelmed with anger and hurt. I'm sure she knew it was something she'd done, but probably couldn't imagine what that could be. I'm sure she wouldn't even think that I knew about her little secret. Eventually she just stopped asking me what was wrong, but I could tell she was hurt by how I was acting towards her. I'm not proud of it, but I was glad. It was about a week after the "incident", and I was home alone. My daughter had gone back over to Michelle's. I wanted, with every fiber of my being to forbid it, but I couldn't. I would have had no reason. I still hadn't decided how I was going to deal with all this. My stomach burned as I sat there, just imagining what was happening. As the images played in my head, I got madder and madder. I focused on the thought of my daughter wrapped in her incestuous lesbian threesome, and after some time I began to feel something besides anger. My stomach felt queasy, and the clearer the images came to me, the damper it got between my legs. I was actually getting excited. I hadn't had that feeling in so long that I'd practically forgotten what it felt like. Initially I was angry at myself for allowing this situation to make me feel this way, but I was tired of being angry. I was tired of crying and feeling hurt. I began to justify my feelings, and before I knew it, I just let them take over. The next thing I knew I was naked and lying flat on my back, slowly giving myself my first orgasm in 16 years. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over my body as I fingered my pussy, all the while imagining my daughter, Michelle and Carolyn. I was enjoying my new found liberation, regardless of what circumstances brought me there, and soon after, I pulled a knitted blanket over myself and fell asleep right there. My daughter knelt down beside the couch where I was. It was dark. I could barely make out her silhouette, even though she was just inches away. "Mom? You awake?" Are you naked? Where are your clothes?" My blanket was just barely covering me, making it obvious that I was naked. I re-adjusted it and looked my daughter in the eyes. "I took them off." I still had some anger in my voice. "Oh. Well, I'm home." "I can see that." She didn't say anything, and we were both silent for a moment. I don't know why, but I just blurted it out. "How long have you been having sex with Michelle and her mother?" "Wha..." "Don't lie to me. I saw you." "I..." She didn't say anything, and I could hear her start to cry. "Is that what you've been so angry about?" "Yes. How long have you been lying to me?" "Mom...I'm sorry..." Her head fell on my shoulder, and I could feel her tears on my skin. I moved my arm and lifted up her head. "Tell me how long!" "I...I don't know. It only happened like three times. I'm sorry!" "Did you do it tonight?" She didn't answer. "DID YOU?" "No." "How did it happen, and I want the truth." "The night after my birthday – when I slept over – she told me it was my present, and she started to kiss me. I didn't want to do it I swear, but she did and I couldn't stop her. It started to feel good and...I don't know. I'm so sorry mom..." "...And then what?" "...And then we just did it I guess." "...And Carolyn?" "I don't know...all of a sudden she was just there. She kept telling me it was okay. I'm sorry mom really. It was never right. I didn't want to do it anymore, but I never felt like that before. I'll never do it again I promise. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I left because I don't want to do that anymore. I'm sorry..." She was crying hard. I pulled her head back to my shoulder without saying a word. I began to tell her it was okay. "Am I in trouble?" "No." "I'm sorry." "Why didn't you tell me about this when it happened?" "I couldn't. I didn't know how." "Did you like it?" "What?" "The sex. Did you like it?" She didn't answer. "That's why you couldn't tell me. You knew it was wrong, but you liked it anyway." She cried even harder. "I'm sorry." I didn't say a word. I rolled myself toward her and lifted her face, kissing her quickly on the lips. "It's okay, I'm not mad anymore. I was at first. I was angry that you lied, or that you didn't tell me about it, but I understand why you couldn't, and now I know that you wanted to and I'm happy about that." "I really did want to tell you, I swear...I just..." "I know. It's okay." I sat up slightly, holding the blanket over my breasts. "It's late, why don't we both get some sleep." My daughter hugged me, and slowly headed off to her room. I felt much better now that I had my daughter back. I stood up, holding the blanket around me and went to my room. I hadn't bothered to put anything on, and slipped under my covers. I was lying awake for a few minutes, thinking about my relationship with my daughter and our new found openness. Soon after, I began to think about my renewed sexuality. My hand mindlessly wandered between my legs, and my thoughts turned once again to what I had seen through the window that night. I pictured my daughter, completely naked with Carolyn's head between her legs. I imagined what it must have felt like. How wonderful a soft warm tongue would feel on my pussy...It's been so long! Before long, I began to imagine that it was me between my daughter's legs, and her between mine. I couldn't believe what I was thinking. Just days ago the thought would have never even crossed my mind, and if it had, it would have repulsed me to no end, but now, I couldn't fight it. I craved it. The thought fueled my excitement, and I was quickly headed to a powerful orgasm. Suddenly my daughter was standing in my doorway, knocking on my door frame. "Mom, you asleep yet?" Fortunately, I was under the covers, and she wouldn't have known what I was up to. Still, I couldn't help feeling like I was a young girl discovering my sexuality, and my mother walking in on me. "Almost, but not yet." She walked over to the bed, and I quickly pulled my hands out from under the covers. "Are you okay?" "Fine. It's just warm in here. What's the matter sweetheart?" She quickly pulled the covers back and slipped in next to me. Something that wasn't uncommon when she was little, but she hadn't slept in my bed for years. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" I wanted to object, but it was too late. She quickly moved next to me, and realized I was still naked. She jumped back and I could tell she was embarrassed, and now, so was I. "Oh...Sorry." I immediately felt a wave of guilt wash over me. "I tried to tell you." "I'm sorry...I didn't realize." It was such an awkward moment, that I think all we could do was laugh. "When did you start being naked all the time?" "I'm not naked all the time! I guess I just didn't feel like wearing anything to bed. I'm sorry if it bothers you..." "No...not really, It's just a little weird since I never saw you do that before, but I understand. I do that too sometimes." "Yes, well, there are a lot of weird things going on lately." She got a little embarrassed and quickly looked away. "I'm sorry...I guess I'll just go back to my room." I felt bad and grabbed her arm. "No, it's okay. It would be nice if you stayed. I'll go put something on." "No, I don't want you to do that because of me. I mean, it's no big deal, really." "You're sure?" "Uh-huh. I'll just stay over here." I was still very horny, and in great need to finish what I had started. My guilt had faded as quick as it came on, and now I was aroused at the thought of my daughter in bed with me this way. My mind began spinning as I contemplated what could happen. Certainly, she wouldn't be offended at the thought. She wasn't with Michelle and Carolyn. Maybe she even wanted this as much as I did. The events of the last few days flew through my mind in a split second as I wondered how I got into this situation, and before I knew what I was saying, I just said it. "You know, you could get undressed as well, and then it won't be so awkward." I knew it sounded strange, maybe even eager. I held my breath, waiting for her reaction. I decided that if she agreed with no protest, I would let her continue from then on, to be sure that it's what she really wanted. I could still turn this around if it wasn't. My skin tingled and burned at the same time, and I started to get a little light headed. My pussy was hot, and I could feel the juices flowing inside me. I smiled and tried to act as casual as possible. "You're sure?" "If it'll make you feel more comfortable, sure...why not?" I tried to sound relaxed, but my cracking voice gave me away. She smiled hesitantly, then shrugged her shoulders. I could somehow tell that she was just as excited by my invitation, but was also trying to look un-phased. She lifted her night shirt over her head, and dropped it on the floor. Her breasts were firm and young, and her nipples stood out harder than I ever thought possible. I've been a little envious of her perky little b-cups since she developed them, but now I wanted them in a whole different way. She leaned back and lifted her hips slightly as she reached below the covers and slipped off her panties, quickly dropping them on top of her shirt. She took a deep breath and looked over at me. "Better?" She smiled awkwardly and nodded, and we both settled back under the covers, lying on our backs, staring absent mindedly at the ceiling. My finger had resumed lazily between my legs, gently circling my swollen sex. We lay quietly for a few moments, trying hard to ignore the tension between us. "Mom?' "Uh-huh?" She rolled to face me, sliding closer into me. Her skin barely tickling mine and sending chills throughout my body. "You're not mad at me are you?" "No, I'm not mad." "Then what are you?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, are you upset? What are you thinking?" "Upset? Surprisingly...no. I don't know what to think. I guess as long as your happy and safe, that's all I really care about. I have to trust that whatever you do, you'll use good judgment. I think I did a pretty good job raising you, so now I just have to trust that whatever decisions you make are the best ones for you, and that you know what's best for you. You're a smart girl, so I'm not worried." "But you were mad at first..." "I'll admit, at first I was mad, and I was definitely shocked, but that was really more my problem than yours." "You're not even upset that I'm a lesbian?" "Are you?" "Well, yeah...I guess." "I think that maybe you should give that some thought. Just because you had lesbian sex doesn't mean you're a lesbian. You've got a long life ahead of you, and a lot of things to figure out along the way. Don't be so quick to try and put a label on everything you do. There's a lot of things that define who you are, but not everything you do defines who you are. You may be a lesbian, and if that's the case, then I'm behind you. I love you no matter what." "I love you too." She leaned in and threw her arms around me. I was surprised at her sudden show of affection, but accepted it happily. Her warm body and smooth skin felt incredible pressed against mine. I never experienced anything like it before. It reminded me of what it was like to be intimate with someone, but this was unlike any man I was ever with. It was loving and soft, and I wanted more! Neither one of us was letting go, and so we lay quietly, enjoying our embrace. Her head was lying on my chest and our bodies were tightly pressed together. Our breasts were squeezed together, but our legs were apart from one another's, and I craved for the connection to be complete. I reached down and placed it firmly on her ass, pulling her towards me. She responded immediately and moved herself, rolling on top of me. Our bodies were lined up, and I was instantly covered by the warmth of her body. I could feel the heat of our sex mixing as our hot pussies meshed together, and my daughter let out a long whispery moan. Her body continued to slowly move on top of mine, as if she was still adjusting herself to me, but I knew it was more. She slowly moved her leg up and down while gently pushing her hips into me. Her wriggling young body on top of mine was driving me crazy, and I let out a soft moan to let her know. My hand was still firmly gripping her ass, pulling her hips into me even harder, until our movements were now intentional. Without another word, we were humping. I couldn't believe it was happening, and how great it felt. Finally after a few moments of awkwardly grinding, my daughter went for broke. "Oh mom, this feels so good! I love you so much." She whispered. "Yes baby...this feels so good. I want you so bad. I love you too." Suddenly, she stopped, raising her hips up and putting all her weight on her arms. She spread my legs open as far as they could go, positioning herself directly between them. She reached down, spread my pussy open with her fingers, and gently lowered herself back on to me. The feeling was unlike anything I'd ever felt, as if she was almost inside me. I could actually feel every inch of her young pussy with my own. Our hard clits, like two hard peas in silk pressed together, driving us both wild. We continued to fuck our slick pussies together until we were both on the verge of orgasm. I never thought it possible for two women to actually fuck, but as my daughter continued to mash her young pussy into mine, there was no denying that she was fucking better than I had ever been fucked by any man. "Oh baby yes! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! It feels so good!" "Oh mom! Fuck yeah! It feels so good! I'm gonna cum!" It shocked me to hear her use those words, but it also put me over the edge. "Yes baby, cum for mommy! Fuck my pussy! Cum with me! I'm cumming!" "Yes mom! I'm cumming!" I felt her pussy twitch as her body wriggled with orgasm. I gripped her ass with both hands as my own orgasm hit me like a hurricane, ravishing it's way through my whole body. I felt both our pussies cumming as our muscles began to spasm and our juices flowed and mixed. It was the most erotic, most loving feeling I felt in my life. Wave after wave of orgasm hit us both, until we finally both collapsed. My daughter pressed her lips to mine, and we kissed passionately and tenderly as out last traces of orgasm shook through us. It took some time for us both to come back to earth. I gently stroked my daughter's hair, looking into her beautiful eyes as we enjoyed our post orgasmic bliss. Our slick pussies were still twitching from orgasm. Our mixed juices were running down my ass and pooling underneath me, causing chills to run up my spine. "Oh mom, that was incredible. I'm sorry, I don't know what happened..." "Shh...don't be sorry. It was incredible for me too. I never felt anything like it. You made me so happy, & I love you very much." "I love you too." I chuckled. "Was I as good as Michelle and Carolyn?" "Oh mom, there was no comparison. I never knew anything could be like that." "I have to admit that ever since I saw the three of you together, I've kind of been fantasizing about you. You helped me rediscover my sexual desires, and now you've shown me how incredible this can be. I could have never imagined anything being this good, even in my wildest fantasies." "Really? You thought about me too?" "What do you mean? You thought about me?" She nodded shyly. "After the first time with Michelle and her mom, she told me all about their first time. That night, I couldn't stop thinking about you, and what it would be like. It was the first time I ever masturbated. After that, I only did it with Michelle so I could think about you." Daughter Dearest The car couldn't stop. I know this. I know she always wore her seatbelt. I know the car had state-of-the-art airbags. I know she was always careful, never on her phone, hands at ten and two. I know all these things, and I know that despite diminished speed and halogen high beams and steel belted radial snow tires, none of it was enough. The conditions weren't great to start with and had deteriorated as the night wore on, the icy road too slick. The car couldn't stop. My wife was killed. That was six months ago. Six long months of mourning and loss, of grief and pain. Six months of know all those things, and knowing that the car couldn't stop. It may have been even harder on my daughter Jessica. She was away at school when it happened, and due to their highly competitive academic nature—these were the schools where the girls all wore uniforms and boys were not allowed on campus save for special visiting hours under supervision—it was thought best if she returned to school after the funeral to finish out the semester. So while I had six months of living with ghosts in the house, the spirits in the bed, Jessica was away and shielded from it all. This made her loss and emptiness even greater. We connected that semester while she was away, through letters and over the phone. We were close before—as close as any father and daughter can be—but evolved way beyond the norm through our correspondence. When the term was over, I picked her up from the airport desperate to see her again. What walked off the jet way shocked and astounded me. My little girl had grown up. Her neck length strawberry blonde hair framed her beautiful face—so like her mothers, but everything else had changed. She was tall, so much taller now, her height accentuated by the white knee high stockings and short plaid skirt that for some reason those highly competitive academic schools still saw as learning appropriate. Her chest had filled out, and was visibly straining against the white button down shirt and matching plaid vest that accompanied the skirt. Several young men were ogling her, and I found myself sliding from inappropriate erotic fantasy to enraged father mode very quickly. She smiled when she saw me, but it was the sad weary smile of one who simply has seen too much, worn down by the weight of the world. She ran the last few feet and we embraced fiercely. To my horror, I found the feel of her body pressed up against me was swinging back to erotic again, and a sizeable bulge was forming in my pants. "Dad, it's so good to see you." She said, parting from the hug. If she noticed anything amiss, she gave no sign. "Good flight? What do you want to do first night back? Dinner?" I asked, grabbing her carry on and holding it in front of me to hide any inappropriateness. "Actually, I just wanna grab a pizza and go home." She sighed and tugged on the collar of her blouse. "I'd like to get out of these clothes." And now it was my turn to smile, knowing what she meant. "Whatever my baby wants." An hour later with pizza in hand, we arrived home. We chatted a lot in the car en route, playing catch up and as we drew closer to the house, I could feel the tension between us start to build. She was nervous about coming home, distracted by the thought of her mother not being there. She paused by the garage door that lead into the kitchen. "I can't shake the belief that mom will be in the kitchen baking cookies and waiting to give me a big hug as soon as I open this door." I put my arm around her and hugged her close. "I have the same feeling every time I come home. I keep expecting to see her. Sometimes I can smell her perfume, or I'll hear her voice calling me... and there's never anyone there." She hugged me back, and after a moment, we braved the doorway together. She wasn't in the kitchen, and there were no freshly baked cookies. Later that night, after we had watched a movie and exhausted our pizza, I bade her goodnight. I had kept her room unchanged since she left for school, and was concerned now that may have not been the best thing for her to come home too, but she seemed pleased with the familiar trappings. We said our goodnights and it was lights out. I dreamed of my wife that night. She came to me in my dream, and her small delicate hand reached out for me, lightly tracing up and down the skin of my penis with the very tip of her finger nails. I felt her breath on my ear, smelled the sweet intoxicating smell of her perfume. I was awakened by a small voice beside the bed. "Daddy?" I propped one eye open. Jessica was standing beside the bed. She was still in her bed clothes—a white t-shirt and nothing else—and had her arms laced behind her back, a common unconscious pose from her childhood when she wanted something she wasn't sure her parents were going to grant. "Mrah?" I responded, still not quite with it, feeling the effects of the dream. "Can I sleep with you tonight? I don't want to be alone." It wasn't uncommon in her early years to crawl into bed beside my wife and I after a bad dream, so without thinking, I muttered a "yes." She brightened visibly at that, and peeled back the bed sheets. I started to bark a protest, as I have slept in the nude every night since I turned fifteen, but she just laughed. "S'okay, Daddy. I sleep naked too." And with that, she stripped the t-shirt up and over her head. Time slowed to a crawl for a pounding heartbeat, as I swear I could see the soft, worn cotton slide so agonizingly up across the swell of her, teasing across one nipple with the elegance of a striptease. Then her ample breasts fell out of the T-shirt and drew my eyes in like twin homing beacons. This was my daughter, but I couldn't help but stare, becoming more fully awake by the second. Another pounding heartbeat later, time resumed as she bounded into bed with me, rolled over and snuggled her back up against me. Horrified, I found my dream erection was no dream, and was now nestled quite snuggly against the cleft of her ass. She giggled. "Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" It was an old line from an old movie we both loved, but I found the humor missing here. "Jessica," I started, trying to pull away, but she backed up further. She reached over and grabbed my arm and guided it around her body, holding me against her. "Lay still, Daddy. I need the comfort of knowing you're close tonight." I was out of my mind, lying naked with my eighteen year old daughter pressed against me like that, my left arm resting gently on the swell of her bosom, but I tried to honor her request. I laid my head down on the pillow next to her. My heart was beating, pounding, throbbing a thousand times a minute, and my hardness seemed to be pulsating with readiness. The smell hit me first. The sweet smell of my wife. Her perfume. It flowed though my nostrils and tickled my brain, sending waves of memories crashing and cascading through my mind. Without quite realizing I was doing it, I nuzzled the back of her neck. Jessica let loose a soft moan, and brought my hand down to rest on her, taking my finger and tracing the outline and stiffening nub of her nipple before cupping my hand on her right breast. "I guess I gave you a nice dream." She said. "Wha-?" I started to respond, not understanding. Her arm reached back up and over between us, and she ran her finger nails down the length of me that wasn't pressed against her. "I made you hard, so I guess you liked it." And she giggled again. The dream... She was wearing my wife's perfume. Her mother's perfume. And the touch... I sat up and moved away from her, and a part of me cried out in anguish at having to leave her nubile body. "Jessica, what are you doing?" She rolled over and looked at me. "I just want you to be happy Dad. I know you miss mom something fierce. I know it's been hard on you. So I thought this would make up for her not being here. I thought you could... have her again. And I know you liked it." She reached for me again. "Jessie darling, no. This is wrong. I don't want some... carbon copy of your mother. That wouldn't be fair to her, sweetheart." She looked at me for a moment, weighing what I said. Then she sat up opposite me, the blankets falling back from her shoulders and showcasing her body in the moonlight streaming in from the window. "I understand. Don't take the dream of mother, but... take me for me. Oh Daddy, I've wanted you for as long as I can remember." And to my eternal damnation, the part of me that knew this was wrong on every level but wanted her anyway, sent a relay message through my nerves to my penis. It had been flagging the last few moments, but now a new pulse shuddered though it, and there was no denying I wanted my daughter. I wanted my daughter with her strawberry blonde hair and long legs and big tits. I wanted her more than I have ever wanted a woman. My indecision cost me, for to her it was a sign. She crawled forward, grabbed my pulsating dick and guided it toward her mouth. "Let me taste you, Daddy. I want this." As her lips touched me, it was all I could do to keep from coming right then and there. And as she progressed, I realized my daughter was far from naïve when it came to giving blow jobs. She handled me like a real pro, expertly sucking and stroking my engorged member. The sight of her taking me in finally proved to be too much, and I unloaded what felt like gallons of cum, spasming over and over. Jessica squealed with delight and swallowed down every last drop, then proceeded to lick and suck me clean. "Your turn." She said, licking her lips, as she lay back on the bed and spread herself open before me. The sight of her brought me back to arousal, but I needed to taste her as bad as she did me. I crawled between her legs slowly, and exhaled a puff of air across the soft folds of her. She shivered in anticipation. My tongue darted out for the briefest of brief touches, then again more slowly as I tasted her from the pool of her cum that had already formed, up the inside of her lips and flicked lightly at the rose bud dome of her clit. Now it was Jessica's turn to spasm. Her right hand groped at her breast as her left hand grabbed the back of my head and forced me down onto her. "More..." she moaned, grinding my face into her. "Oh Daddy, more!" I pressed my face, my tongue, my mouth to her, and alternated licking and sucking until she had built herself into frenzy. "I want you inside me." I found I was already hard again at the prospect as she pulled me up level with her, her hands found my hips and pulled them closer, toward her core. The head of my penis grazed across her clit, and we both jumped. The taboo electricity had us panting for each other with lust. I pushed. I slid forward, hesitated, and then drove smoothly into her tight wet pussy. Jessica gave a sharp intake of breath, and for one brief moment, my wife was alive and young and vibrant again. Then she moaned, not my name, but "oh, daddy!" and the sensation changed, and intensified. This was not my wife, but my daughter. My sweet little girl turned into a hot woman, calling out for me do more and do it faster. I brought her upright, putting her in control of tempo, and we held each other tightly as she bounced in my lap, juices seeping out from her, down my hardness and over my balls. She arched her back, bringing her full chest up to me, and I hungrily took her in my hands, hands that could barely contain those beautiful mounds, and sucked first on one nipple then the other. She clawed at my back as she bounced harder and faster, her breath coming in strong short bursts, sweat running down her face. "Fuck me like you fuck my mother! Oh daddy, oh oh daddy, daaaaaadddy!" She swiveled her pelvis to grind down hard, and I grabbed her body in my arms to hold her close as we both came. If my eruption rivaled the eruption of Vesuvius, hers mirrored Niagara Falls. I buried my face between her boobs as she panted hard, and broke down and wept. As wrong as it was, as damned as I was, it was simply the most turned on and erotic sex I'd ever had. The taboo nature heightened everything, and as much as I did NOT want to pass out, did NOT want to miss a moment of the beauty and glory of my daughter in full orgasm, I knew I was dangerously delirious. She shushed me, running her fingers through my hair. "I love you, Daddy. I always have, and I always will." And we fell asleep in each other's arms. Daughter Dearest, Daddy & Dallas This story is a sequel to "Daughter Dearest" Readers may wish to consult that story for reference. * It had been six weeks since my Daughter Jessica and I had thrown caution to the wind. Caution, practicality, ethics and everything else. Six weeks since the final taboo fell; six weeks since we had slept together. The first night, the first time we found each other was lust and desire and passion and grief all rolled into one sex driven act. But the in the six weeks since, the boundaries and nature of our relationship changed. We were together constantly, we had sex, we made love, we fucked, and each one of them was a different extension of our love for each other. We evolved beyond the father daughter bond and into something else. Something more. Today would bring yet another facet to that dynamic. Jessica rose first, sliding lithely out of bed and crossing the room to stand naked before the dawn spilling in through the open double French doors that led to the back balcony overlooking the pool. We had slept together every night since that first, me spooning her slender form after exhausting ourselves physically. I watched her take in the morning, the sunlight highlighting the gorgeous curves of her body, the light breeze blowing in causing her nipples to stiffen with excitement. This was her morning ritual and one I had no desire to interrupt. She would come back to me when she was ready. Today I returned to work. I had thrown myself into the company after the death of my wife, and with Jessica away at school, had accumulated a tidy pile of time off. Six weeks to be exact, originally designed to allow me and my daughter time to reconnect, instead was used to cement our status as lovers. But much as I would like to stay, I had to go back sometime. There was a palpable fear with it though, knowing that a return to work brought with it a return to everyday life. And in everyday life, fathers do not sleep with their daughters. And while I was swept up in it, taboo or not, wrong or not, I doubted I could have stopped it even if I wanted to. But I didn't want it to end. Jessica finished her revere and bounded back into bed, kissing me lightly. "Big day today!" "Yep." "Awww... is Daddy worried about going back to the mean old work place?" She said, mimicking a baby and pinching my cheek. I laughed despite myself. "Read my mind, baby." "Well, how about if I have something special planned for tonight when you get home?" Her hand reached down and gave my cock a gentle squeeze through the blankets. "That sounds like just the thing." "Well you go get in the shower, and I'll take care of everything else. Tonight will be a night to remember!" Work proceeded with mind-numbing slowness. In a weird way, it felt good to be back. But in the back of my mind all morning was the thought of what awaited me at home, and my erection strained against my slacks and would not subside, keeping me sequestered in my office for the better part of the morning. Which was just as well with all the emails I had to catch up on, but damn it was difficult to concentrate. I was grateful when the phone rang, giving me an excuse to take a break. "Jameson." "Hi Daddy." My heart did a double flip and my cock twitched once again just at the sound of her voice. "Hey Jessica. What's up?" "Well I wanted to know, you remember my friend Dallas? Well she just got back into town today and I haven't seen her since school let out for the summer and I was wondering if she could spend the night?" It was laughable, my eighteen year old daughter calling and asking for a friend to stay over, just like when she was ten. But it was also gut wrenching, because a sleep over meant no hanky-panky between us. I had to fight down a brief moment of panic at the thought of Jessica not sharing my bed tonight, and a much longer deeper instant depression, knowing that my special evening was off. "Sure, hon. That'd be fine." I said, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice. "Thanks Dad, you're the best!" And then she hung up. Just like that, a chapter had closed. I was back to work, my daughter was back to being my daughter. The second half of the day dragged on even longer than the first half, but by the end of it, I had nearly reconciled the fact that the last six weeks were something to treasure, but not repeat. I arrived home in a marginally better mood only to find the house empty. The door opened and Jessica and Dallas walked in, loaded down with groceries and an overnight bag that looked as if it had been packed for seven people. "Oh, Dad, you beat us home." Jessica called out as I rushed to help with the groceries. "You remember Dallas?" Dallas had been a friend of Jessica's for several years now. With her jet black hair and eyes, she screamed dangerous on the outside, but was really quite sweet once you got to know her. "Howdy, Mr. J." She said, shuffling her share of the bags toward the kitchen. "Don't fuss with this stuff Dad, we got it covered. Why don't you go change? We were gonna jump in the pool and cook some burgers, make a night of it." "Followed by junk food and a movie marathon, right?" I said, knowing the girl's routine by now. They both started giggling in response. "Okay, I know when I'm not wanted." Jessica swatted me with a bag of hamburger buns. "Go get changed. We'll meet you outside." I darted upstairs to change out of my shirt and tie, and once again was hit with a pang of sadness when I saw the bed. Jessica had changed the sheets and made it up for tonight. I knew I would be sleeping in that luxurious softness alone. I couldn't blame her, Dallas was a good friend, and she was entitled to more childhood pleasures than the adult ones we were sharing of late. I got into my board shorts and headed back down the stairs, bringing extra beach towels with me for the girls. Beyond the sliding glass door on the deck was the stainless steel grill, which I set to flame to prepare for the burgers. The girls weren't out yet, and the pool looked very inviting after the rough day at work so I dove in to cleanse my thoughts. When my head broke the surface I saw the girls coming out on the deck. I smiled and waved. They waved back. Jessica had already changed into her suit, a modest yet revealing blue one piece with a narrow front, high cut hips and plunging neckline. It accentuated all her curves in all the right ways. I remembered when she and her mother had brought it home, how I had complained how revealing it was. Now I didn't seem to mind so much. Dallas stood there for a moment, in her baggy t-shirt and shorts, almost as if waiting to make sure she had my attention. Then she began to strip. I don't mean she shucked her clothes, I mean she performed a simple but effective strip tease, tantalizing me with the movement of her body and the clothes that were coming off. She slid her shorts down first, making a show of getting them over her rounded hips and butt. There was a flash of white, and then it was gone as her t-shirt billowed and dropped below her waistline, covering her hips and whatever lay beneath. She raised one leg and kicked the shorts off with a flip, then spread her legs into a wide stance as she gripped the bottom hem of the T. She looked right at me as she did this, and I was torn between needing to look away, and needing to see. She slowly brought the t-shirt up. It rose up past her crotch, and I saw a white bikini bottom. It rose up past her hip line, and I saw the tie string sides dangling dangerously off her hips. It rose up over her belly, and I saw Dallas was full figured but pleasingly so. It rose up to her bust, and I saw first one then the other as her breasts fell into the open, barely covered in a matching white bikini top. It rose up to her neck, and finally made it over her head where she shook her dark hair to free it. She tossed the T aside where it landed next to her shorts. She turned to grab a towel, and I saw the very tiny thong back of her suit slide deftly between the cheeks of her ass and disappear. She whipped her head over her shoulder, looking at me and smiled. "What do you think of her suit, Daddy?" Jessica asked me from pool side where she had been watching my reaction to the show being put on. "Isn't great?" "Just great." I agreed, watching Dallas jump into the pool, her anatomy defying physics as she did it. "She was a little gun shy about buying a white mesh bikini but I talked her into it." "Wha-?" I started to try and form a coherent sentence, but Dallas broke the water before me—flesh rising up, water cascading down—and sure enough, it wasn't enough that it was a thong bikini that seemed a size too small for her voluptuous form, it wasn't enough that it was white, but white mesh. And now that it was wet, the fabric turned sheer and exposed all of her. I never knew what Dallas was hiding under those baggy outfits, and now that I did I never would have guessed. Her tits—and at this size that was the only word to describe them—were fucking huge. Double handfuls plus some, they strained against the fabric, against the strings looped up over her shoulders and behind her neck, which were losing the battle to hold them upright. Her nipples were rock hard in the cool water, standing straight out from the bull's-eye center of each one. If she had been lying on her back we could have used her as a sundial and told time. "What do you think Mr. J?" Dallas asked me as the water continued to run down her arms, down the mountains of her chest, down her belly to rejoin the ocean below. Dallas was built solid—she was a big girl—but everything was proportional, very well rounded, a big contrast to Jessica's form. It occurred to me if the view topside was this impressive, what must her sheer thong bottom look like? What secrets was it not hiding? Her eyes followed mine as I did glance down, and then forced myself to look up, up past her visible breasts to her face. But she was still staring down, and smiling. "I guess that means you like." I realized where her gaze was directed, and yes, my own board shorts were failing to hide a secret of my own. A very large secret from the feel. A hand suddenly snaked around my body and grabbed a hold of my shaft, giving me a start. Jessica was in the water behind me—how could that be since I never heard her get in?—grabbing my hardness with a fond touch. "It's okay to like her, Daddy. I like her too." She left my side and walked up beside Dallas, standing too close together. They smiled again, then kissed each other, deeply, with passion. My daughter's great breasts smashed up against Dallas' huge mounds, and their lips and tongues explored each other's mouths. Jessica took one free hand, ran it down Dallas' belly and plunged it below the water, but from the sharp intake of breath Dallas gave, I had a pretty good idea where it wound up. "Remember the 'something special' I promised you? A night to remember? Well Dallas volunteered to help me out. It's cool, she knows. After all, I was fucking her at school before I even came home, so I felt it only right to include her in our fun." I starred non-believingly from one girl to the next. Dallas giggled again. "Jess tells me you have a huge dick, Mr. J. Can't wait to get my lips around it." "Oooh he does. Show her Daddy. Take out your cock for Dallas." The two eighteen year olds looked at me expectantly. Whatever my fears I had about the way tonight was to go evaporated, and I suddenly found my brain running through the possibilities. Numbly, I loosened the drawstring on my shorts and began wading toward the shallow steps. I dropped my pants, and my ridiculous excitement sprang forth, ready to be shown off. "Wow. Nice one Jess. I always thought your dad was hung, but this..." She trailed off as she reached for me, and began to slowly fondle and stroke my engorged member. "Do you wanna taste it? I love the taste of his cum." "Thought you'd never ask." Dallas said, sinking down into the water as she kneeled before me. The water lapped up against her tits in the transparent bikini as she took my cock into her mouth. "Dallas taught me everything I know about cock sucking, Daddy." Did she ever. It was to my great surprise to learn just how good my daughter was at sucking cock, but Dallas put her to shame. Watching her move, the water rippling around her, the breeze on my body as I stood naked in thigh-deep water while she sucked and tugged and before I knew it I blew a huge load right there. I don't know why, but I expected Dallas to balk, but she expertly took every drop of me into her, then with a mouth full of cum, turned and kissed Jessica. If I hadn't just exploded, I would have again. This gorgeous eighteen year old was snowballing my own cum with my daughter. Their open mouths and lips and tongues touched and explored again, this time with great globs of me passing back and forth between them. "You're right." Dallas said after swallowing the last of me. "He tastes great. Making me hungry for more." She eyeballed Jessica in her blue one piece. "Later." My daughter responded, swatting her away. "We have burgers to cook and we don't want to ruin his desert." She nodded at me. "After all, this is going to be a night to remember." Dinner flew by in a blur that still didn't pass fast enough. I had regained my composure after my orgasm in the pool, and found myself raring to go for another round. But dinner was... well, dinner. The girls were behaved (and dressed) and the conversation was polite and innocent. We cleared the table together and had the dishes washed and put up when each one took me by the hand and lead me upstairs. At the top of the stairs, I expected to turn right, into the master bedroom, but they both went left, to Jessica's room. Once in, they sat me in a chair facing her four poster canopy bed. The room hadn't changed since she had gone away to school, and was still a bizarre combination of youthful stuffed unicorns and teddy bears, and a teenager's makeup and boy-band posters. "Wait here." And with that, they both left the room. Surrounded by the reminders of my little girl, I was once again overwhelmed with nostalgia for times past, and shuddering revulsion at times recent. When they returned to the room, all thought was wiped from my mind and replaced with carnal hunger. Both girls attended the same school—a prep institution—and both had changed into their school uniforms; tight, white button down shirts, plaid mini-skirts, white stockings and black heeled shoes. I had thought—more than once—the arcane dress code only fed into the "school girl fantasy" but had never gone further with my complaint than that. Now I was faced by two beautiful vixens in school girl outfits for real. I had seen my daughter come home in her outfit, noticed the way the shirt clung to her swelling breasts and revealed far too much. Dallas was a nightmare. Her ample tits bulged obscenely against the shirt, which she had tied off in a knot and left her belly exposed. They had both worn their glasses, giving them that bookish, librarian look, and put their hair up in pig tails. Stereotypical school girls. And I couldn't have been more turned on. "Mr. J," They purred, falling into the role play they'd apparently developed for tonight. "We know we both did just horrible on the test today." Dallas pouted her bottom lip after licking it. "Is there anything we can do for extra credit to make it up?" Both girls sauntered over to where I sat on the bed. Jessica leaned over so that I could see down her blouse; she wore no bra, and her breasts dangled tantalizingly before my eyes. She put her hand on the crotch of my pants. "There must be something we can do to bring it up. Our grades, that is..." Dallas threw a hand to her forehead in mock melodrama, and exhaled, heaving her tits emphatically. "You can really give it to us, Mr. J—the extra credit. There must be something long and hard we can do." She spun away and leaned forward on the post of the bed, thrusting her butt toward me. The skirt rode up higher as she did, I could see her smooth shaven hairless pussy and ass below the pleated plaid. Jessica let out a fake gasp. "Dallas! You forgot to wear panties to school today!" Her massaging hand never left my crotch. "I did?" Dallas said, reaching back to lift the skirt higher and check for herself. "What now? We have the big game after school today, and if you do our cheerleading routine like that, the whole school will see and we'll get in more trouble!" "Why would we both get in trouble?" "Oh, I forgot mine too!" And Jessica lifted her skirt to prove that yes, she too was sans panties. The girls were hamming it up good, but I found I didn't care about their "play acting." The throbbing erection in my pants that Jessica kept rubbing was overriding all other thoughts at the moment. I could only think about getting it inside Dallas, and fucking her in her short skirt while my daughter watched. "Maybe if you gave us a chance to do extra credit after class, sir. Then we'd have a reason to miss the game." "I think we deserve to be punished. A detention would keep us after class too." Dallas said, running a finger down the crack of her ass and over one cheek. Jessica undid my fly and pulled my raging hard on out and began sucking me off, one hand still massaging the base of my cock and balls. "Lemmie get you nice and wet so you can punish her." "And then you can make me nice and wet..." Dallas purred as she crawled cat like up on the four poster. She planted her hands and knees, leaving her exposed ass high in the air and looked over her shoulder at us. Jessica grinned at me, kicked her shoes off and sauntered over to the bed, swinging her hips to give the skirt the full movement it was capable of. One at a time she removed Dallas' shoes, then hoped up backwards on the bed and snaked her way underneath her so they could sixty-nine. I watched as my daughter spread her friend's pussy lips apart and began to lick; long, slow deliberate strokes with her tongue from her clit to her ass. I presumed from the difficult time she had staying on task that Dallas was doing the same to her. I rose from my perch and crossed to them, stiff dick leading the way, homing in on the eighteen year old pussy in-front of me. Jessica reached out with one hand—the other was busy flicking the clit in her face—and guided me to the entrance of her friend's dripping pussy. She reached up and pulled Dallas further open and apart and held her for me. "Fuck her Daddy." I needed no encouragement, and drove the length of me forward. Dallas screamed in surprise and pleasure, her dark hair flying wildly as she reared her head back. My daughter sucked and licked on my balls while I pounded her friend, and Dallas was slurping up Jessica in turn. "Oh God!" Dallas panted. "Fuck me Mr. J. Fuck me hard!" I grabbed her hips and pushed the mini-skirt up higher, enjoying the view of her alabaster flesh beneath my fingers. Dallas was tight but no virgin, and I found myself envious of the boys who had been here previously. Or was it her own father? She certainly didn't seem fazed by me and Jessica. With all the panting and sucking and slapping noises, I found myself carried away by the fantasy. "Naughty girl!" I shouted, as I buried myself in her. "Oh yes!" She responded. "Dad you look so great pounding her! Make her pay!" Jessica encouraged me. "I want you in my ass! Fuck my ass!" I paused. I had never fucked anyone's ass before, not even my wife. Jessica had never indicated a desire for it in our explorations, either. Dallas was bucking hard now. "I need that cock in my ass! Punish your dirty little school girl! Jess, hold me open for him!" Jessica reached up as she had before and pulled Dallas apart, but this time higher up, exposing her puckered little asshole. I pulled my dripping shaft from her pussy and slid it up the crack of her ass, allowing it to hesitate resting on her opening. Dallas shuddered, and Jessica had a hard time holding onto her. I wanted to ask her if she was sure, but was afraid to break the spell we were all under. I shifted and put the swollen head of my cock right on her ass. Jessica pulled her open, and I pushed in. First the head, then inch after inch of my shaft slid into her. Daughter Dearest "Well, at least they taught you well. Maybe you could teach me some things you learned...and maybe we can come up with some things of our own." We kissed again, and then we finally parted with a moan. I pulled the covers off of both of us, and the cool air covered our bodies. She looked surprised. "I just want to look at you, You're so beautiful." I could see her blush, but she obliged as I took in every inch of her young body from her head to her toes. She reached out and gently began to fondle my tits, gently caressing and pinching my nipples, sending shocks directly to my pussy. "You're beautiful too mom. I want to make you happy. I want to do everything you want. I want to make you feel good." Before I could respond, she gently kissed me and rolled me onto my back. She continued to stimulate my nipples with one hand as her other made it's way between my legs. I didn't think I would be able to take anymore, but my desire was renewed as soon as her tiny fingers began to explore my womanhood. She moved her mouth down to my tits, freeing her hand for more important things. Her tongue felt wonderful as she gently nibbled and sucked my swollen nipples. I moaned approvingly as her fingers slowly entered me. She fingered me slowly with one hand while the other gently stroked my clit. Finally she moved herself directly between my open legs, giving herself better access to my open pussy. She looked so innocent as she sat, contentedly working my sex. She continued her slow pace on me, gently alternating her technique, but never increasing her speed. My body begged for more, but she was relentless, slowly building my pleasure. Even as my body began to shutter and squirm beneath her ministrations, she never changed, and it was pure bliss. My body flailed wildly on the bed as she continued, her sweet little voice calmly encouraging me to my orgasm. "Yes mom, that's it, cum for me. Your pussy is so wet. I want to feel your cum." My pussy started to convulse, and by this time I was completely gone, entirely enveloped in my building pleasure. Just moments before I was about to cum, she leaned down and covered my pussy with her mouth, her tongue seamlessly continuing on my clit where her fingers left off. The warmth of her loving mouth on my pussy sent me over the edge, and I came harder than I ever had in my life. It felt as though every fiber of my being was being forced out of my pussy. I felt my juices pouring out of me, and then everything went blank. Moments later, I opened my eyes again to see my daughter, smiling contentedly and slowly rubbing her own pussy while she started at me. I wanted to reach out, but I couldn't move. I was completely drained. My throat was so dry I could barely speak. "Oh baby..." She laid down next to me, snuggling close to me. She resumed rubbing her pussy. I tried to reach over, but my body felt like jelly. She smiled and grabbed my hand, placing it under hers. She used my hand to rub her pussy until she silently came. She buried her face in my neck, and I felt her body stiffen as her orgasm hit her. She gasped silently, and we were soon both asleep.