4 comments/ 33366 views/ 3 favorites Life Imitates Art By: Dual_Triode A True Story. I doubt that Oscar Wilde had erotic literature in mind when he penned his famous aphorism. On the other hand, his self-described Socratic sexual identity certainly placed him at the fringe of Victorian morality. It is not so difficult to imagine carnal desires fueling his biting wit. This is not a story about Victorian era sexuality. This is a true tale of something that happened to me just 2 weeks ago. At my age, episodes of raw unbridled sex are just as likely to put me in the hospital as they are to buoy my spirit. Fortunately, the latter outcome prevailed, resulting in this little campfire story. ~ The Art ~ It finally happened to me earlier this year: unemployment. It was not unexpected, given this precarious economy, but it was a shock. It wasn't so much the financial hardship as the sheer boredom that got me down. At fifty-something, with an advanced engineering degree, I was stuck somewhere between retirement and a career change. Mrs. Triode and I have been readers of Literotica for a few years. Mrs. Triode needs a name, let's call her Rena. That's not her real name, of course, but then nobody names their kid Dual, either. Neither Rena nor I are writers, but the desire to try our hand at it has lain dormant for a long time. Now, with an abundance of time on my hands, Rena made the obvious suggestion. "Why don't you write a short story?" Rena suggested one Wednesday night, after our regularly scheduled lovemaking. "A short story? About what?" I wasn't expecting serious pillow talk at this point. "About sex, silly. Why don't you write about your adventures in college? The ones you're always bragging about?" A hint of sarcasm laced her voice. "Bragging? I don't brag about those times. You're the one who brings them up," I was trying not to be defensive. "Rena, that was 30 years ago." "But I like the story about the sailing disaster and how you still ended up in bed with her," Rena cuddled in with me. "I'd like to read that story and the others." "Do you think I could really do it? Write a short story?" I was starting to seriously consider the idea. "I'll help you with the editing. I'm pretty good with prose," she said, pulling my hand up to her tit and holding me tight. "She slowly slid her warm wet tongue up his throbbing, aching, rock-hard shaft, swirling over and around his bulbous, purple cock head, hungrily swallowing his massive member, recklessly forcing her tonsils aside." "Oh, good Lord!" I snorted. "That's awful! I didn't know you were talking about writing for [adult swim]." Rena pulled my hand off her tit and up to her mouth. She started sucking on my fingers and I started a secondary expansion into her backside. It was going to be a late night. The next evening, I started writing a story. I wrote about that sailing adventure. I wrote about boinking that girl. Actually, I wrote about a lot of stuff. It seemed to just pour out of me, like the flood gates had been opened. And just like a flood's aftermath, there was garbage strewn everywhere. It took me a month to sort out all of the ideas and put together some kind of coherent plot. When the dust settled, my short story was now a novel, and it wasn't very good. I gave Rena a copy of that first draft. Over the next few nights, she read it without giving any reaction. It was driving me crazy. Finally, she handed it back to me. "Well," Rena said. "Do you love me?" "That bad, eh?" I was feeling dejected. "Not so bad, really. But it's too long and unfocused. There really needs to be some kind of subplot, something to create tension. And you haven't written any antagonistic elements into the story." Rena was being critical, but in a positive way. "And who the hell is Erica?" Rena asked. "You never mentioned her before. Did you really watch her have sex?" "Erica is not a real person. She represents that time I accidentally caught my roommate's girlfriend masturbating. I told you about that." I was reacting to her implication that I was a Peeping Tom. "Accident my ass! You told me it turned you on, and that you secretly watched her for a while," Rena embraced her prosecuting attorney persona. "Ok, I admit that I'm a bit perverted and voyeuristic, but so are you. Remember that time you watched your neighbor, when you were a teenager? You told me that you could see his cock fall out of his cut-offs." Living with Rena has sharpened my defensive debate skills. "Yeah, I peeked. But I would never actually watch other people having sex," Rena proclaimed. "I wouldn't be so sure," I admonished her inflated virtues. "Never is an awfully long time." ~ Real Life ~ Rena had gone on a hiking trip with a few girlfriends. Each summer, they took a trip to the North shore of Lake Superior to hike, shop, and complain about their men. It's a natural and important thing to do. I stayed home with our sick dog. It was late Saturday afternoon when Rena called. "Hey Hun, I'm stuck in road construction traffic. Looks like I'm going to be a little late," Rena explained. "Go ahead and eat dinner without me. Remember to take your vitamin." Vitamin was our code word for vitamin-V: Viagra. As a prostate cancer survivor, I probably had a lifetime supply of those little blue pills. They were necessary after surgery and part of the standard physical therapy regime. Now, they were more of a convenience. I was pretty sure that I could perform without chemical assistance, it had been almost 2 weeks since we'd had sex. I decided to take half a pill. Rena arrived home around 8:00, dog-tired from hiking and driving in traffic. I poured her a glass of Merlot and we went out onto the deck to relax. "How was your getaway?" I asked. "It was beautiful. The scenery is spectacular, and the weather was perfect," Rena clearly enjoyed herself. She told me about shopping in Grand Marais and the fine food they ate. I was really glad she got to relax a little. It had been a stressful week leading up to her trip. The dog had gotten sick, really sick. It turned out to be a gallbladder attack. We had to decide between surgery and putting him down. That's a tough choice when you're unemployed. We still have the dog. Our quiet conversation was disrupted by the painful strains of bad singing. "What the hell is that?" Rena asked. "That's Mike and Carol. They have a new karaoke program on their laptop," I explained. Mike and Carol were our next-door neighbors. "Keep your voice down, they'll hear you." "I doubt it," Rena scoffed. She was right. Mike and Carol were singing really loud. They were off-key, and they were drinking. It was wretched. "I'm going to take a bath. Will you come find me later?" Rena rubbed my leg with her bare foot, moving higher, searching for signs of life. She found what she was looking for. Rena drew a hot bath and lit an aroma therapy candle in the dark bathroom. She added some foaming bath oil to the tub and settled in for a relaxing soak. Just above the steaming tub, a nice breeze wafted through the open window. Unfortunately, so did the bad karaoke. She turned on the radio to drown it out. After a while, the neighbors finished their tortured arias and Rena was finally able to relax. As her radio played, she drifted off into a light sleep. She woke up when she heard some small fireworks, probably from the kids on the other side of the house. That was not unusual for a Saturday night. Suddenly, a big explosion rocked the window and a bright flash filled the dimly lit bathroom. Rena jolted upright and cursed. "Damn those kids and their M-80s. It's too late for this crap," Rena bitched at no one in particular. As the echoes of the explosion faded, she heard some whooping and hollering from the perpetrators. She also heard a female voice loudly crying out. "Now they've done it," Rena was pissed. "Somebody's hurt." Rena rose to her feet and peered out the bathroom window. There was no sign of the troublemakers in the deep twilight, but she could still hear the female's voice. She looked over towards the neighbor's house and discovered the reason why. The voice was coming from Mike and Carol's bedroom. They had left their window open, the shades up, and a light on. They had shed their clothing and were having sex. Alcohol tends to have this effect on people. The entire scene was plainly visible from our bathroom window. Carol was on top of Mike, her head buried in his chest, humping up and down on his rigid cock. He had his hands on her ass, guiding her frenzied ride. Carol was crying out just as loudly as she sang. "Oh Christ, Mike. Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Fuck me you bastard!" Carol eloquently cursed into his chest. Mike was less vocal, his grunts were barely audible. Rena sat back down in the tub and covered her open mouth with her hand. She could not quite believe what she was seeing. They were actually putting on a show for the entire neighborhood. She listened to Carol's vulgar lyrics and considered coming to find me. Slowly, Rena began to realize that while the whole neighborhood could probably hear them, she might be the only one who could see them. Her vantage point was unique. "Oh, my God," Rena whispered. The seed had been planted. Rising back up, Rena peeked over the window sill into their bedroom. Carol was still riding Mike, but had now moved to a sitting position, with her hands on his chest. Her humping had morphed into a fast grinding motion and her tits jiggled around in time with her gyrating ass. Mike's hands were still on her hips and he pushed himself up inside her, holding the pose. Carol's head was thrown back and her mouth was open. No words escaped from her mouth, a wailing cry was the only sound she could make. As Rena watched Carol seize up into a jerky orgasm, she nearly slipped and fell into the tub. She was hyperventilating and felt dizzy from lack of oxygen. She splashed some water on her face to cool her fever. Carol had collapsed back down onto Mike's chest and was uncharacteristically silent. Rena drank the rest of her Merlot in one big gulp. She repositioned herself so that she could sit on the edge of the tub, avoiding another slip, yet still attend the sex theater. Her wet nipples were erect from the cool air and the excitement, and her pussy was soaking wet. It wasn't from the foaming bath oil. Mike rolled Carol off of him, onto her back, kneeling between her legs. His cock was just barely visible and Rena couldn't really tell what he was packing. Carol's arms were thrown over her head and Rena could just make out her tiny nipples. Everything looks smaller from 50 ft away. Mike held Carol's ankles and pushed them back towards her head. She reached for his cock and guided it into her splayed pussy. With one powerful thrust, he sank his entire length into her. Carol found her voice again. "Shit! Mike! Fuck me! Oh, God! Fuck me! Don't be gentle," Carol barked. Mike had no intention of being gentle with her. Carol's legs were spread wide and her pussy was raised to receive his hammering blows. With each pounding thrust, Carol rocked on the bed, her legs swinging in mid-air. Mike mercilessly fucked her, faster and faster, until even the bed's crying became audible. With one final powerful lunge, he threw himself into her and released a long howling groan. Carol seemed to appreciate his brutality. "Oh, Mike! That's it, cum inside of me! Fill me up!" Carol loudly called for his bodily fluids. Rena watched Mike's ass cheeks squeeze tight with each ejaculation. After he finished he rolled onto his back, finally revealing his shimmering cock laying on his belly. Carol got up and left the bedroom while Rena continued staring at Mike's cock, still undecided about its actual size. Rena sat back down in the tub, breathing heavily, but breathing. The water had cooled some, so she quickly rinsed her own slippery pussy and pulled the drain plug. She wondered what she would have to say to Mike and Carol at the next backyard barbeque. She put on her robe and took a final look out the window. Their bedroom light was turned off, but Rena was now turned on. I was in the basement, working on a guitar amplifier, when I heard the M-80 explosion. I knew which kid was at fault, I'd seen him set one off 2 nights ago. I ran out the basement patio door, looking over towards his house, but he had already run away. "Little bastard," I mumbled. I was so focused on catching the little brat that I never noticed Carol's cries of passion. I couldn't even see their house from our patio. I went back to my workbench to finish fixing the amplifier, hoping not to electrocute myself. This old vacuum tube amp had 400 volts inside and it demanded my undivided attention. I heard the bath drain through the plumbing just as the amp starting showing signs of life. This was a good time to stop, so I shut it off, locked up, and went upstairs to find Rena. I had no idea what I was in for. Rena was sitting on the bed, watching SNL, when I walked into the bedroom. "Did you hear that explosion?" Rena asked. "Did you see who did it?" "Yeah, I heard it, all right. It was you know who, the Little Bastard." I really didn't like that kid very much, he was a trouble maker. Rena got up and walked over to give me a kiss as I got undressed. "Did you take your vitamin?" Rena cooed into my ear and pressed her breasts against me. "I took half of one. That should be enough." I looked down at the growing bulge in my jeans. "Why don't you take the other half, too? I'm not feeling very sleepy." Rena grabbed my cock and started humping my leg. She went back to watch TV as I went to take a shower. I took the other half of my vitamin, just in case. When I returned, Rena was lying naked on the bed, on her tummy. This was the signal for sex protocol number 2. There would be a back massage therapy session, followed by some preliminary rear-entry intercourse. Step 3 put her on her back for oral sex, followed by more intercourse in her favorite missionary position. At some point during the 4 step procedure, she was certain to have an orgasm. Over the years, we've honed our lovemaking to simple, effective steps. What can I say? You don't mess with success. I poured oil on her back and began with a therapeutic massage. Her lumbar and hamstrings were feeling sore from 4 days of hiking. The massage eventually turned sensual as I oiled her buttocks, hip bones, calves, and feet. Rena has always enjoyed being touched like this. The erotic phase began when she spread her legs and arched her back. I massaged the inner parts of her thighs, moving steadily towards the final destination. When my oily hands encountered her soaking wet pussy, Rena gave a little groan. This was unusual. She typically needed step 3 to get this worked up. I decided to give her a little internal vaginal massage, to test her excitement level. As I pushed my index finger inside of her, some of her juices squirted back out onto my hand. "Jeez, Rena! What did you put in your bath?" Rena wasn't talking, just humming into the comforter. I pushed 2 fingers into her pussy and pressed down against her G-spot. More juice flowed from her as I stirred around inside. She was hot and wet and pushing back up against my fingertips. Rena brought her hands down and underneath to diddle her clit and I started rubbing my wet thumb in small circles against her anus. She was growling something unintelligible and gyrating her hips around my hand and fingers. It looked like I would be skipping step 2. I pulled my hand out and rolled her onto her back. There was already a wet spot on the bed where her pussy had just been. It had been a while since I'd observed Rena on the brink of an orgasm. I usually have my face buried between her legs, or the lights are out, but this time I got the full Technicolor display. Her face, neck, and breasts were a rich salmon color that complemented her complexion. Her pussy glistened in the light and her fully erect clitoris stood out from its hood. Her face was contorted with a pained expression as she panted and wheezed. Time was running out. I dove into a prone position, sucking her clit into my mouth and pushing my fingers back into her pussy. Rena grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in. As she ground herself into my face I pushed my fingers up inside of her. She lasted a whole 30 seconds before coming hard. I scrambled up onto my hands to get a look at her huge puckered nipples; another delightful treat. "Jesus, Rena! What the hell? What were you guys up to?" I didn't know about Mike and Carol, not yet. My vitamin-enriched cock sprang up as I rose onto my knees. Rena opened her eyes and pulled her knees up to her chest. Her pained expression had changed to one of desperation. "Fuck me," she exhaled. "Don't be gentle." Falling forward, I rested my hands on her tits and slammed my cock into her pussy. Displaced juices gushed out of her and splashed onto my belly. Rena's legs swung in mid-air as I repeatedly bounced my cock off her cervix. Even the bed frame was creaking. I lasted a little longer than she did, maybe 3 minutes. After washing up, we went straight to bed. Rena beat me to sleep, but her snoring didn't keep me awake for long. Like proverbial logs, I don't think either of us moved. It was before dawn when she woke up with a full bladder. Getting up to pee, she noticed that I was sleeping on my back; half covered, and mostly erect. The vitamin-V had enhanced my natural morning erection. Rena returned to the edge of the bed, slowly pulling the comforter off of me. She quietly sat down and gently put my cock into her mouth. Still asleep, I didn't realize what was happening, but my cock was responding. I slowly awoke to the surreal vision of Rena's head bobbing up and down. I really thought it was a dream. She climbed on top of me and guided me inside. Sex dreams about Mike and Carol had rekindled her fire. Caressing and kissing my face, she slowly humped and gyrated on my renewed erection. I was fully awake now and she cradled my head up to her tit, brushing my lips with her erect nipple. As I sucked on her mammary offering, her grinding became more urgent, and her breathing more rapid. Rena knew she could come again, but not in this position. She rolled off of me and lay on her back, perpendicular to my body. As I rolled onto my side, she put her legs over my pelvis and guided my cock back inside of her. This was a familiar, low-impact position we used when we had little energy, but lots of time. In slow motion, I alternated between penetration and rubbing my cock over her clit. Rena was moaning softly and using her fingers to guide my cock and stimulate herself. Soon, her motions became a little jerky and her groaning more urgent. Taking over for her, I used my fingers to massage her clit as I steadily fucked her. With her arms thrown over her head, she rocked back and forth with me. As the first light of dawn crept through our bedroom window, I watched Rena shudder with her orgasm. I couldn't see her face, just the silhouette of her breasts heaving with her spasms. This time, I came right along with her. A week later, Rena and I were enjoying another pleasant Saturday night on the deck. She had just finished telling me about Mike and Carol's sexcapade. I was amazed by the story she told, finally understanding her unusual behavior, but not terribly surprised. "So, you'd never watch other people have sex, eh?" I fed her words back to her. "Never?" "Well, maybe seldom watch is a better way to phrase it," Rena smiled mischievously. I shook my head and marveled at her perverted mind, really thankful that I had married her. Just as we were finishing our drinks, the agonizing karaoke show resumed. Rena gave me a devious glance and we both hurried inside to bathe. Life Imitates Art I would like to thank my editor, OnlyByMoonlight, for taking the time to read this story and provide valuable feedback. This story is fiction. I sincerely hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. * I was in my sophomore year at college. I lived quite a way from home, so I stayed in the dorm. I would visit my parents during hiatus and extended breaks. My studies, a part-time job, and a current boyfriend took up all of my time. My boyfriend and I had been going together almost a year. I thought we were becoming very serious. We did everything together and were very rarely seen without one another. I was expecting him to propose. That is until I stopped by one day and found him with another girl in his room. They were in the middle of having sex. I was so angry I couldn't speak. I turned to walk out of the room. "Janice, please, wait," he called out to me. I did not answer and did not speak to him. I was fuming. How could he betray me like that? I was very hurt. I went back to my dorm, fell on my bed, and cried myself to sleep. When I awoke, my head was splitting. It felt like someone had hit me with a mallet. I felt very empty and didn't know what I wanted. All I knew was that I didn't want to be at school. Unfortunately, I didn't have a choice. It was mid-semester, so my studies and my job left me little time to dwell on my ex-boyfriend. Even when I did see him, it didn't seem to bother me anymore. I was starting to feel good about myself again. I was also starting to feel horny. I missed having sex. One of the things Larry had introduced me to was pornography in its many forms. We both enjoyed the films and videos. Being an avid reader, I liked reading erotic stories. I found a site that provided plenty of variety. I noticed they added a new section dealing with stories about incest. This intrigued me. I never had thoughts about any family members. I wanted to read about it. I picked a story and read it through. It was about a mother and son who were stranded in their home during a storm and how they overcame both the storm and each other. Reading it made me hornier than I already was, so I broke out the old vibrator and began building myself to a wonderful orgasm. After I was done, I decided to read another story. I selected a different one and began reading it. This one was about a father/daughter relationship and how it started, developed, and lasted through the years. There was something remotely familiar about this story. I couldn't place my finger on it and it wasn't something that stood out. Maybe it was in the way the story was told, some of the characters or the setting, I don't know. There was just something familiar about it. I noted the author's pen name and looked for more stories by that author. It turned out that the author had written many different stories. Most were in the same category. There were a few mother/son and sibling stories. But the focus seemed to be on father/daughter relationships. I looked at the author's profile and found he was a male and very close in age to my own father. I decided to read one more story and shut it down for a while. I finished that story and the feeling of familiarity had become even stronger. Over the course of the semester, I would return to the site and read more stories. Most of what I read was written by the author I had discovered. His stories were always very well written. Then came the night I logged on and found a new story. I read it and then, for the first time, I knew why the feelings of familiarity were so strong. The settings and characters were familiar. Even the story itself had a familiarity to it as he described certain things and events throughout. Not all his stories contained actual events. He did well enough to separate reality and make the settings and events fictitional. But there was no mistaking it. This author was my father! I couldn't believe it. There was no way my mother could have known about this. She was pretty conservative when it came to sex and pornography was definitely out of the question. "Why that dirty old bastard," I chided with myself. The following day I couldn't stop thinking of my discovery. Another thought had entered my mind. What if I was wrong and this author wasn't my father? Last night, I had been so sure. I don't know why I was having second thoughts. There are many authors who write erotic stories. Some of them have something in them that could be familiar. None of them had affected me like this author. I had to know. The only way to find out would be to confront my father. If I was right, then I'd know. However, if I was wrong, I would wind up hurting someone who I loved very dearly. I didn't know how I would ever be able to face him again after wrongly accusing him of writing erotic fiction. I decided to come home for spring break. I am not much into partying anyway. Daytona Beach or any other spring break destinations just seemed silly. Besides, I've seen what these kids look like coming back from spring break. I called my parents to tell them the news. My mother answered the phone. "This is wonderful news, honey! I'm so excited. Paul! Guess what? Janice is coming home for spring break!" I heard my father running into the kitchen and he took the phone from my mother. "Is that right? You're coming home? Why the big change?" "Dad, it's not a big change. It's only for a week while school is out for spring break. I thought it would be nice to be home with everyone since it has been a while." "Make sure you let us know what flight you'll be on so we can meet you. Janice, your mom and I are so proud of you and we love you very much." "I love you, too, Dad." He handed the phone back to my mother. "Honey, I cannot wait to see you and catch up on everything that's going on. Your brother and sister are going to be excited as well." "I know, mom. I can't wait to see Jim and Suzie, too. I have to go now. I have some studying to do. I'll see you soon. Love ya." "Love you, too." It was done. I made my plans. I turned to my computer and made my flight reservations. I then went to the website and printed the latest story from my now favorite author. The two weeks to the end of the semester seemed to drag on and on. Finally, it was here. My flight was comfortable but my thoughts were on finding my parents as I was stepping off of the jet way into the terminal. I knew they wouldn't be too hard to find. My mother saw me first and rushed to greet and hug me as I stepped beyond the security gates. "Oh, Janice! It is so good to see you again." I was just as excited and hugged her back. "Hi, mom! It's great to see you, too." "Am I going to get a turn," my father interjected. "Of course," I replied, smiling back at him. Mom stepped aside and let my father greet me. "Hi dad, how have you been?" "Great! And even better now that you're here." He grabbed me and we hugged each other for a good while. "Hey, I have to get my suitcase. And I'm starving. Can we stop somewhere and get something to eat?" "I'll have no such thing," mom responded. "I worked all day preparing a pot roast and you'll have dinner at home." Mom never misses a beat. Her pot roast is absolutely my favorite meal. Mom stayed with me and we made girl-talk as we waited at the baggage carousel for my suitcase. When I finally retrieved it, we walked outside and caught up with dad who left us to pull the car around. We got in and headed home. It was so good to be here. I set my suitcase in my room as mom made the final dinner preparations. Jim and Suzie were helping her out and dad turned the game on while he waited. I looked forward to a nice, quiet evening just catching up with everything and seeing everyone. Of course, little did he know, my dad had a surprise coming. A very big surprise. Dinner was delicious and the conversation was light and breezy. I didn't realize how much I had missed my brother and sister until then. Jim was in his senior year at high school and had developed into a strapping young man. His involvement with sports ensured he was slim and athletic. He also inherited dad's good looks. Suzy was in her sophomore year at high school and was beginning to come into her own. She was turning into a beautiful young woman. It wouldn't be long until dad had his hands full with the boys. It reminded me of when I was her age. I just hope she doesn't give dad the gray hairs I did when I was in high school. Mom was a former prom queen. After 20 years of marriage and 3 children, she could still turn a head or two. Her reddish-auburn hair reflected sunlight. She passed that on to both Suzie and I. Dad was a former high school and college athlete as well. He still worked out a couple of times a week just to maintain his weight and health. Following dinner, we all pitched in to clean up and give mom a much needed break. Then we adjourned to the living room where we talked until the late hours. Mom was the first to get up. "It's getting late and I have to be up and out tomorrow. I was called in to work to substitute for another volunteer who can not show up at the hospital. Good night, all." She worked her way around to give everyone a good night kiss. "It is so good to have you home, even if it is for a week," she said after kissing me good night. Jim followed suit not too long afterwards. He had a game tomorrow and needed to be at school early so he could catch the bus. His team was playing another team and the drive there would take a couple of hours. I was exhausted from the day of traveling, so I wound up heading to my room to turn in. I imagine dad and Suzie followed suit not too long afterwards. The following morning, I woke up and it was about 9:30. I never sleep that late. I made my way downstairs and found the house empty. "Where is everyone?" I thought to myself. Someone was good enough to leave the coffee pot on and a few cups left, so I poured myself a cup, turned the pot off, sat down and took a sip. Not too long afterwards, dad came strolling in from behind. He must have been in his study. Probably writing another story. The thought of that made me smile. It also made my pussy start tingling. "Well, good morning, sleepy head. How are you today?" "I can't believe I slept that long. I never sleep late like that." "You must have been really knocked out from traveling all day." "Yea, I guess I was. Hey, where is everyone?" "You know where your mother is. Jim had his basketball game, and Suzie is spending the day and night with her friends. It's something they had been planning for a month now. She was concerned you might be upset since this is your first full day home." "No, I'm not upset. She'll have a great time. So what about you? What have you got on your agenda today?" "Nothing much. I just thought I'd catch up on some work that I needed to get done. I was coming in for another cup of coffee." Dad's a business consultant. He contracts himself out to corporations. It's nice because he can pick and choose when he wants to work and when he doesn't. He always finds time for his family which is ideal for him. "I think I'm going to finish this, grab a shower, get dressed, and then hang out with you for a while." "Are you sure you want to hang out with your old dad? Don't you have friends you haven't seen for a while who you would like to look up?" It was obvious he was politely trying to get rid of me. "I have plenty of time for that. Today is my lazy day, so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get cleaned up." I headed upstairs to take my shower. The hot water pouring over my body was good and felt refreshing. I took my time soaping myself down, paying particular attention to my large breasts and my pussy. I was extremely horny this morning and masturbating inside the shower was not going to get it done. I finished washing, rinsed, and dried off. I wrapped the towel around myself and headed to my room. I closed the door and locked it. I retrieved my trusty old vibrator from my suitcase. I began rubbing it up and down my slit. My other hand went to my breasts and started tweaking and twisting my nipples. They were hard in no time. I lifted my breast and began tonguing it. My vibrator was now sending wonderful, pulsing sensations through to my clit. My hips started rocking as I continued rubbing it up and down. "Uh, uh, uh!" I couldn't believe how wet I was getting. I started fantasizing. It was about an older man and a much younger woman. It didn't take me long to realize I was recalling a scene from a story my father had written. I was fantasizing about having sex with my father. I couldn't believe it. The thought got me wetter and wetter. I slid the vibrator into my love hole while my other hand took over on my clit. My orgasm washed over me like a dozen tidal waves. Every part of my body was alive with sensations. As it subsided, I just lay where I was and basked in the afterglow. Once I was completely finished, I got up and got dressed. I decided to put on a pair of the tightest fitting jeans I had and a skimpy tank top. I was going to give my father a show. I also took the manuscript with me. I figured with the house empty, it would be the perfect time to talk to him. I had butterflies in my stomach as I headed down the stairs. I could not shake this feeling that I could be wrong. This was something I had to find out. I didn't want to hurt or anger my father but I just had to find out. I headed into the study to find my father working away on the computer. He looked up and his eyes almost popped out of his head. "Couldn't you find something a little less revealing?" "Probably," I replied, "but I didn't think it would be appropriate for the conversation we are about to have." He looked at me quizzically at first, then apprehensively. "And what would the topic of this conversation be?" "Your little hobby that mom doesn't know about." I could tell he was starting to get nervous. I didn't want him feeling that way or feeling threatened, so I showed him the manuscript I printed off. He recognized it immediately. "How did you find out?" I explained everything to him. I told him how I liked to watch porn and I especially loved reading it. I told him how his characters and settings, while fictional, were close enough to things that had occurred and people we knew that I could put it all together. I could also see the concern on his face. "You don't intend on showing this to your mother and telling her, do you?" "First, I'd have to explain to her why her daughter was reading pornographic literature on a website. I don't think that's going to sit very well with her." We both got a good laugh out of the obvious. "Let me ask you," I continued. "Why incest? And why father and daughter stuff? Who did you have in mind? Me? Suzie? Both of us?" "I don't know. I don't think I had anyone in particular in mind. The thoughts just came into my mind and I wrote the stories." I wasn't sold on that. He must have had some deep-rooted feelings for either Suzie or me. He was mature and responsible enough to not act on those feelings, but they must have been there to begin with. "C'mon, Dad. I'm not a child. Inspiration comes from somewhere, and something must have inspired you to write about one of us. Knowing the kind of man you are, and the fact that you would not intentionally hurt any of us, I am guessing you had me in mind because Suzie is still too young." Dad was becoming uncomfortable. His face turned red. I needed to calm him down. "Relax. I'm not upset. I just want to know what inspires you. To be honest, it was turning me on, too. I'm just as guilty for reading. Your stories are so good, I found I couldn't put them down. I also found I couldn't stop reading them." "I'm glad my daughter approves of my work," he replied. I smiled. It was nice to know I could have this conversation with my father. "So, where do we go from here?" He thought about that for a second. He then got up, came over, pulled me close, and engaged me in a long, passionate kiss. Now I was the one taken by surprise. I never thought my father would do this. I didn't fight back or pull away. Somewhere deep inside of me, I wanted it just as badly as he did. I could feel myself getting all weak and tingly. My nipples started hardening and my pussy began getting wet with desire. I moved closer and felt my father's hard-on through his jeans. His cock felt monstrous. His hand moved over my breast as he continued the kiss. His tongue was probing the inside of my mouth. My head was spinning. I felt like I had lost all control and my father was now in command. He continued squeezing and manipulating my breast through my tank top. I had to break the kiss or I might never breathe again. "I think we should move this somewhere else, don't you?" My father swooped me up and carried me to the guest bedroom adjacent to his study. He laid me down on the bed and then lay down half on me and half off. His hand reached under the tank top where he began tweaking my nipple. The sensation sent chills down my spine and throughout my body. My left hand was trying to get a feel for his swollen cock. He lifted my tank top over my head and threw it to the side. I continued trying to reach his cock. "In time, my dear, sweet, young daughter. All in due time," he said as he continued to work on me. He began kissing my breasts and took turns sucking each one. My nipples were so hard. I was breathing deeply and raggedly. "Oh, d-d-daddy, this feels so g-g-o-o-o-d!" I was finally able to reach and pull his polo shirt off him. I reached down and tried undoing his belt but it was difficult. My young body was writhing in ecstasy as he continued moving down, kissing every single spot on my abdomen. I don't think he missed a spot. He got to my jeans and unbuttoned them, pulled the zipper down and slid them down over my hips. I raised my hips to allow him greater freedom. His hand made direct contact with my pussy through my panties. I was so wet, it was seeping through. He rubbed up and down my snatch a few times and I appreciatively bucked in rhythm to his hand. "M-m-m-m-m-m, this feels wonderful," was all I could muster. "I'm going to make my daughter feel like no one else could make her feel," he said in between kisses. Finally, he could not wait any longer. He removed my panties and paused to take a look. "How beautiful you are," he said as he took time to appreciate my pussy. He moved his mouth closer and began kissing my outer lips. He was taking his time and it was driving me out of my mind. All I wanted was for him to eat me and bring me to an orgasm. What a tease he was. But I also knew that I would appreciate it more when I did climax. Finally, his tongue made its way along my slit. I gasped so loudly I thought the neighbors would hear. He continued licking up and down, each time going a little deeper until he had his tongue deep into my love hole. Now he was fucking me with his tongue. "Unh, unh, deeper, faster! Daddy, please!" I encouraged him. My hips were rocking back and forth to try and increase both pressure and pace. My orgasm was building and I knew I wouldn't be long. "Oh, my god. My clit! Suck my clit! Please!" Dad moved from my love hole to my clit. He replaced his tongue with two of his fingers. "Oh, oh, o-o-o-o-o-oh!" I was on the verge. I grabbed the bed as if I was holding on for dear life. My hips were bucking wildly. Dad grabbed them to try to hold me down but it was no use. He moved them to play with my tits and nipples. That drove me over the edge. "Oh, m-y-y-y g-o-o-o-o-d!" I yelled as my orgasm washed over me. I was quivering and shaking all over as my body felt the release it so desperately needed. My juices flowed from my pussy and drenched my dad. He tried drinking in as much as he could but I'm sure some escaped somewhere. I finally calmed down after about 5 minutes.