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Unintentional Lolita

By: wordsinthedust



I read somewhere awhile back that when you start writing, you should never be too dogmatic with your characters, as they may take you places you hadn't expected them to. Such has been my recent experience.

In the process of completing chapters in other stories, I'm occasionally inspired, if perhaps briefly, in another direction. Such is the case here.

This then, is perhaps the beginning of a multi-part series... 

If this were a legal proceeding, say, discovery of facts, for instance, you could call this first part "facts-in-evidence."

To wit, all men are dogs. Despite the vehement protests from some male members of the audience to the contrary, this is not up for discussion.

Some men are noble, well-born, and aristocratic; princesses, kings, and CEOs, for example; at least they'd like you to think they're noble and well-born. 

Others are oft times the most loyal, friendly and trustworthy companions to be found.

The rest are mutts.

Bottom line: all men are dogs.

This isn't my theory; a friend of mine voiced it, and having given it great introspective thought, I've had to admit that he's right.

No matter how noble, well-born, loyal or trustworthy a man is, flash him a piece of ass and the flow of blood to his brain will diminish. This, of course, affects some substantially more than others, but that's beside the point.

So, for our purposes here, this is my confession that I am a dog. Read on. You'll understand.

A common practice among a number of "forward thinking" fathers is "date-night" with their daughters. It's an opportunity for dads to take their little girls out to dinner and maybe a movie; some quality "just them" time; and a chance for dads to show their daughters how they should expect to be treated by a nice young man when they start to date for real.

I instituted this practice with both of my daughters, Jessica and Kelly. Jessica, is now twenty-three and an MBA student out west. Kelly, 20, just completed her sophomore year at a college on the west coast that's about three hours south of her sister.

Where they're at and what's going on with them now is something we'll come back to. For now, though, I want us to revisit the "date-night" issue, because that's where all of this really began. You can decide on how innocent it was.

As is typical for siblings, sisters especially, Jessica and Kelly often fought like a pair of cats cornered in a box. Jessica was particularly vicious, hardly ever passing on a chance to put her sister down.

For example, when Jessica and I first started going on our "dates", she told Kelly it was because I loved her more. That caused a bit of a rift between my youngest daughter and me until a few years later when I started taking her out. It took a lot of convincing on my part, but I finally worked Kelly into believing I loved both her and her sister the same.

The high school my daughters went to only allowed seniors to attend the prom, though you could go as an underclassman if invited by a senior.

Jessica went two years in a row, making a point of telling her little sister she'd be lucky to find a date who'd even go with her, much less actually want to take her, which was ludicrous, as both of my daughters are quite well blessed with their mother's stunning beauty.

I still remember Kelly slumping onto the couch moping as we listened to her sister ride away with her senior prom date. Later that evening, we sat across from one another at the magical 31 Flavors ice cream shop licking at double dip cones.

"Daddy?" Kelly was fighting a running drip of double chocolate.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"If I can't find a date to prom, will you go with me?"

I shoved the ice cream into my mouth to keep from laughing and shook my head slowly.

"No, sweetie. Listen to me." I reached out and took her by the hand. "You're still a long way from having to worry about a prom date. I'm certain you'll have your pick of the boys when that time comes around."

Kelly wasn't convinced, but three years later, I was closer to right than she was. She turned eighteen two weeks before homecoming and two boys were actively in pursuit of her; David and Collin. David was a somewhat geeky math whiz who ended up fifth in his class at graduation; Collin lettered in football and track. My wife, Billie, convinced her David was the better choice. Collin, she said, was a big-man-on-campus, no doubt with lots of girls after him, and would be easily distracted. David was no-such risk.

She and David went to homecoming together, and I swear I've never seen such gaudy flowers as those mums can be.

Kelly never really said much about homecoming, which quickly convinced us that either something terrible had happened or she'd had a miserable time. 

The following Thursday, I came home to find Billie logging off the computer and grabbing her keys.

"Headed out?"

She nodded. "And so are you."

"Where to?" I asked, setting down my briefcase.

"Not you with me. You and Kelly."

I raised my eyebrows.

"She says she needs some daddy time, so I think she wants you to take her somewhere for dinner. I'm going over to Wanda's and we're going to that new Chinese place on 21st street."

"Fair enough," I said. "Is she ready to go?"

"I think she's fixing her hair. If you hurry, you've got time to hop in the shower."

I did just that, and thirty minutes later, we were both ready to go.

Kelly loves Italian, and we enjoyed a meal filled with Caesar salad, pasta and breadsticks. After wards, she asked if we could go for a walk instead of going to the movies like we normally do, and after a short drive, we stepped out of the car and began a meandering stroll, hand in hand, down a gently lit pathway along the river.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"How old do boys have to get before they stop being clumsy?"

I laughed.

"I wish I could tell you, sweetie, I really do, but your mom still thinks I'm clumsy sometimes."

Kelly laughed and leaned her head against me.

"Daddy! I'm being serious. Mom just says that. She doesn't really think it."

I took a deep breath.

"Well, baby, a lot of it depends on the young man."

"Key word, there, young?"

"Can be. Is that what's been bothering you this week? Is David clumsy?"

"Clumsy isn't the word, Daddy. He acts all nervous and everything, and his palms get sweaty when he tries to hold hands with me. He gets fumble fingered, trying to hold hands with me. And, ohmigosh, when he..."

She stopped and looked up at me, her eyes fixed hard on me.

"What, sweetie?"

"I don't want to make you mad."

"You're not going to make me mad, sweetie."

"Promise?"

I nodded and smiled and she bit her lip and pulled her hand from mine to slip it through my arm.

"He kissed me."

I nodded my head from side to side.

"I knew a boy was going to kiss you sooner or later, baby."

She shook her head and looked away for a second before tilting it to look back at me.

"So you're not upset?"

"Should I be?"

"I guess not." 

We resumed walking, and Kelly had the demeanor of someone whose balloon had been popped.

"He kisses really clumsy, Daddy."

I laughed again.

"It's not funny, Daddy. His lips are almost like wet noodles, and his mouth, he holds it like this..."

Kelly contorted her face, her mouth open in a comical, yet almost obscene manner, and I laughed again.

"No he doesn't."

"Close," she said, rolling her eyes. "And his tongue..."

I know I wasn't helping at all because I couldn't stop laughing and I could tell she was starting to get mad.

"What about his tongue, sweetie?"

"I thought he was trying to stick it down my throat."

I nodded and shook my head.

"Sweetie, sometimes you can teach your partner how to kiss, and sometimes you can't."

"Teach my partner how to kiss?"

"Some people don't respond well to criticism, so you have to be careful, but sometimes you can say things, like, 'this is the way I want you to hold my hand,' or 'this is the way I want you to hug me,' or..."

"'This is the way I want you to kiss me.'"

I nodded. "And then you hold their hand, hug them or kiss them in the manner you want them to do the same thing to you. Sometimes the young man is going to be nervous because of how pretty you are and the fact that he doesn't want to make mistakes, which is going to happen anyway."

We walked on silently for a few more moments.

"Did mom teach you how to kiss?"

"No, if memory serves, your mother and I had that all figured out before we met. There were other things she taught me, and that I taught her."

"Like what, Daddy?"

"Things you don't need to know yet," I said, brushing my finger against her nose and making her smile.

We walked on for a few more minutes, reached a turn-around point, and were just about to start walking back when Kelly grabbed my arm with both hands.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, baby?" 

"Will you teach me how to kiss?"

I looked into her eyes, flecks of light glistening as her eyes darted across my face.

"You want me to teach you how to kiss?"

She nodded her head slowly and licked her lips.

"How am I supposed to know how to kiss if nobody teaches me?"

"Sweetheart, it's not that big of a deal."

"It is to me, Daddy."

"And, anyway, I'm sure you'll meet some boy who..."

"Daddy... I don't want to learn how to kiss from some boy who might not have a clue what he's doing. I'm already there. I want you to teach me."

"I don't know, sweetie. Your mother..."

"Mom would want you to. Isn't that the whole reason you and I go out like this? So that I'll know what to do when I'm out on my own?"

And just that quickly, my little girl had turned my very own rationale for being out with her around on me.

"Mom and I've talked about it a bit, too, Daddy."

"You have?" She and her mother had talked about kissing boys, or about me teaching her how to kiss?

Kelly nodded.

"She says you're a very good kisser."

"Your mother is a pretty good kisser, herself."

I took a deep breath as I felt my heart starting to race. Billie had a way of pressing herself against me as she locked lips with me that almost guaranteed me an erection. Periodically, she did it on purpose, and when she'd achieved the desired effect, we'd retire to privacy and fuck ourselves silly. She swore I made her wet just with the way I'd slowly draw her lips in between mine and lick at them gently.

And my daughter wanted me to teach her how to do that.

"Please, Daddy?"

Kelly had pulled herself next to me and was peering into my eyes, batting her eyelashes and doing her best to wear me down, and it finally worked.

"Okay," I said. "But you have to do everything just as I tell you. Okay?"

"Okay, Daddy." Kelly beamed.

"Hands. Here." I planted her hands on my waist above my hips. "You don't do anything other than exactly what I tell you to. Understood?"

"Yes, Daddy," she replied, nodding.

I brushed a few errant strands of hair back from her face and looked down into her eyes.

"Your first kiss, your most frequent kiss, should be simple," I said, scanning her face. "Close your mouth and pucker just like this."

Kelly laughed and then bit her lip as she clutched at my waist.

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"It's okay, sweetie. Close your eyes, too."

Kelly closed her eyes and puckered her lips. I dipped my head to hers and gave a her a quick peck on the lips.

She opened her eyes and looked up at me.

"Daddy. That's not what I mean. You've kissed me like that since I was a little girl."

I nodded.

"I want you to really kiss me."

"You do, huh?"

She nodded. "Like you'd kiss mom."

I took a deep breath.

"Close your eyes again."

"How am I going to see your facial expression?"

"Don't worry about my facial expression, just close your eyes. Now. Open your mouth just a bit; almost like you're about to stick a fork in your mouth to take a bite of food."

Kelly's lips parted ever so slightly, and with my hands cradling her face, I tilted my head down again, and for the first time, I kissed my daughter softly on the lips, holding it, letting it linger, and I felt her breathe in deep against me. I opened my mouth wider and drew her upper lip in between mine, pressing down on it, drawing on it gently as she gasped, and then I did the same to her lower lip.

I pulled back and looked down at her, her mouth open and searching, still seeking lips to join to.

My heart was pounding and my stomach was twisting into knots, and in spite of my better judgment, I tilted my head down again and kissed her once more, this time brushing my tongue against her lips. 

Kelly gasped and opened her mouth wide and I fell in consumed as I shared a deep French kiss with my daughter. She began clawing at me, and a moment later, as our lips parted, both of our hearts racing, her arms were around my neck, and my arms were around her waist, both of us holding on to each other desperately. 

And I could feel my cock swelling.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Slowly, we loosened our hold on each other, and a moment later, we were peering into each other's eyes.

"David didn't kiss anything like that at all, Daddy."

"Was that kiss better than..."

"Oh, yes, Daddy, much better."

I licked my lips and nodded, breathing slowly, trying to still my pounding heart.

"We should probably be getting back, sweetheart."

"Okay, Daddy."

I put an arm around her shoulders, she put an arm around my waist, and we headed back to the car.

I opened the door for her to get in and she kissed me sweetly on the cheek.

"Thanks, Daddy. I've had a really good time tonight."

On the ride home, we stumbled our way around making small talk, and I really think we were both glad to finally arrive back at home, where we found Billie's car already back in the driveway.

Kelly sat in the car as I walked around to open the door for her, and she then slowly slid her legs out, standing up and leaning against the car as I closed the door.

"What's the matter, sweetie?"

"Do I get a good night kiss, Daddy?"

I chuckled.

"You always get a good night kiss, baby."

She shook her head.

"I want a good night kiss like I'd get on a real date, Daddy. I want you to kiss me like you'd kiss mom after spending the evening out with her."

I stepped in front of her and looked down into her pleading eyes.

"Okay. Just this once, though."

"Okay, Daddy."

I cradled her face in my hands once more and leaned in to kiss her.

Just this once. Right.

My daughter had either played me or learned quickly, because her lips captured mine, and as she offered me her tongue, she clung to me, and I fell against her, pinning her to the car, and without realizing it, as our mouths meshed together, I was grinding my suddenly throbbing cock against her. 

I pulled away a moment later, pushing back, embarrassed, and grateful beyond words that we were both fully dressed.

Both of us wiped hands across our mouths, and we slowly headed inside.

"Getting home a little late, aren't we?" Billie asked as we walked in.

"We went for a walk," I said, "and time got away from us."

Billie nodded and looked up at the clock and back at Kelly.

"Did you have all of your homework finished?"

"I have two more chapters to read for English Lit."

"Well, get busy."

"Okay."

Kelly bent down and kissed her mother on the cheek.

"G'night, Mom."

"Goodnight, sweetheart. Are you just going to read and go to bed?"

"I think so," Kelly replied, walking over to me.

"G'night, Daddy. I had a good time tonight." She kissed me, a quick, soft peck on the lips, her mouth open just enough for me to feel it.

"Me, too, sweetie. Sleep well."

"I will."

We watched her walk from the living room, although I know my wife wasn't watching the same thing I was watching.

She was watching the youngest of our offspring disappear from view.

I was gazing at the snug little behind of the sweet, sexy young thing that had made my cock hard.

Like I said at the beginning, I'm a dog.

More to follow shortly... provided there's interest... 

Unintentional Lolita Ch. 02



As soon as my daughter Kelly had disappeared from view and earshot, I told my wife, Billie that we needed to talk.

She marked her page, closed her book, and with a somewhat bemused look on her face, took my hand and followed me into the bedroom.

"Since you went for a walk and lost track of time, I'm going to gather the two of you had a really good time."

"You could say that."

"So... what did the two of you talk about?" Billie asked as I closed our bedroom door behind us.

"Have you noticed she's been really quiet since homecoming?" I kicked off my shoes.

"As a matter of fact, yes. I've asked her several times what happened but she hasn't said much at all."

I nodded and Billie raised her eyebrows. "Did she finally open up to you about it?"

I nodded again. "Somewhat."

"Wow. You're kidding." Billie sat down on the bed and leaned back. "She usually tells me those kinds of things."

I sat down on the bed next to her and bit my lip as I pondered how to broach the subject.

"She asked me about boys being clumsy."

Billie laughed and rolled against me.

"Clumsy?"

I nodded. "Yeah. She wanted to know when she could expect them to stop being that way."

Billie laughed again. "Did you tell her it would likely never happen?"

I laughed and shook my head. "No, I told her it depends on the boy."

"Hmmm. That's a good answer, I guess."

"And then she proceeded to tell me about him kissing her."

Billie froze. "He was her first kiss?!"

I shrugged. "I guess. She didn't mention any others."

"You didn't ask?"

I shook my head. "I was too busy telling her to give the young man some time to get it right. Which she didn't want to hear, by the way. 

"I told her to kiss him like she wants to be kissed, to show him just exactly what she's looking for."

"Mmmm. Good advice," Billie said, letting her bra fall from her shoulders. "Hard to make work sometimes, though."

I nodded. "That wasn't the end of it." 

"Oh?"

I shook my head, and as I was about to make confession to my wife that I'd kissed our daughter, I felt my cock getting hard again.

"She said the two of you have discussed kissing before."

Billie nodded and shrugged. "Typical mother-daughter conversation, I guess you could say. Not much more than that, really.

"I've told her kissing can be more of a show than tell thing, that it takes a lot of practice to get it right, and that with the right boy, it'll be a lot of fun practicing."

"You told her that?" My wife was encouraging our youngest daughter to engage in licentious osculation?

She nodded again, smiling. "So what happened?"

"Well, one thing led to another, and then..."

"What?" Billie leaned up, rubbing her thighs together and drawing one leg up, causing her skirt to ride high on her thigh.

"She asked me to kiss her."

"She asked you to kiss her?"

I nodded. "Like I kiss you."

"Like you kiss me?" 

"Actually, she said she wanted me to teach her how to kiss. She told me she'd be better off learning from me than some clueless boy."

"She said that?" 

"She said you'd think it was a good idea."

Billie sat there looking at me, doing nothing but blinking and breathing.

"So did you do it? Did you kiss her?"

I nodded.

Billie scooted closer to me and sat up, bringing her face close to mine.

"Kiss me exactly like you kissed her."

"Exactly?"

Billie nodded. "Exactly."

I worked through the same progression with her that I had with Kelly; closed mouth to open lips to deep French, and Billie went from her hands lying gently on my shoulders to gripping me hard as she pressed herself against me and thrust her tongue into my mouth.

We pulled apart from one another out of breath and my cock yearning for freedom.

Billie looked at me, her mouth hanging open and chest heaving, nipples hard as little stones beneath her blouse.

"Martin... you kissed Kelly like that?"

I nodded.

"Did she kiss you back?"

I nodded again.

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

Billie leaned into me again, pressing her lips against mine, and as our tongues danced together, her hand wandered from her lap to mine, her fingers finding my erection and pressing firmly against it.

Our lips parted and Billie locked eyes with me, only for a moment , though, and she began fumbling with my belt. 

A moment later, my pants were unfastened and Billie held my cock in her hand, the head oozing pre-cum, a sizable wet-spot easily discernible in the front of my boxers. For a moment, my wife was a blank slate, impossible to read, and I couldn't tell if she was truly aroused or bordering on heartbreak and tears.

But, then she licked her lips and looked up at me.

"Another woman makes you hard and it's your own daughter. You should be ashamed of yourself."

"I know, Billie, and I'm sorry. I really am. But, I couldn't not tell you."

Billie nodded, still running her hand over my erection, her fingers almost wrapped around the shaft.

"She did have a point, though."

"What was that?" I asked.

"She is probably much better off having you show her than some geeky boy who's probably never kissed another girl before."

"It probably wouldn't take very long," she said, flopping back down onto the bed, "before he'd have his hands all over her, groping her, trying to get his hands into her pants."

"So... you're not upset?"

Billie sighed. "I'm not sure what I'm feeling at the moment. On one hand, you made out with our daughter, or, I guess I could just as easily say my daughter made out with her father and my husband. And if it weren't bad enough that the two of you were kissing like lovers,..."

"We kissed, sweetheart. Nothing more."

"Maybe so, but your penis wanted more." Billie looked up at me as she rubbed her thumb in the wetness oozing from the head of my cock. "You can tell me you didn't kiss her and want more, but I'm not sure I'd believe it. I should be furious with both of you."

Her hand slowly slid up and down my shaft.

"I didn't intend for it to happen, sweetheart," I said.

"I know." Billie licked her lips and looked up at me. "What else happened? Did the two of you actually make out and grope or...?"

"No we kissed and that was it."

Billie's hand slid down, digging into my boxers and cupping my balls, her fingers pressing down in between my legs.

I tilted my head down and kissed her softly on the cheek. Billie turned her head, bringing her lips to mine as she pulled her hand from my crotch, swept her arm around my neck and laid back against her pillow, pulling me to her.

She breathed hard against me as our kiss broke, shifting on the bed so I could lay beside her, and my hand swept down to pull her skirt up as I reached for her panties.

We didn't say much more that night.

Within minutes, we were both naked, her nipples as erect and her pussy as wet and swollen as my cock was hard.

We knelt in the middle of the bed, pawing at each other; I groped at her ass as she tugged at my cock, pulling it to her as we kissed, our lips sloppy against one another, and then, awkwardly, if only for the fact we were on our knees, she turned around and fell forward onto her hands, grabbing a pair of pillows and hugging them to her chest.

"Fuck me."

She thrust her ass back at me as she settled herself.

"Stick your cock in me and fuck me."

My penis swayed side to side like an enraged cobra as I maneuvered behind her, and when I pushed it down to enter her, the head of my cock slid into her with little resistance and both of us moaned.

The sensation of pleasure was instant and nearly all-consuming. Damn, but she was wet.

I wiggled my way closer to her until my legs were nestled against hers and I was holding her by the hips.

"Fuck me."

Billie began to buck against me, stopping only as I pulled back to begin thrusting into her, and almost immediately, we both realized we wouldn't last long.

"Ohhh... ohgod you're hard..."

My erection throbbed as I thrust into her, the head of my cock pressing firmly against the inside of her pussy.

"Billie..."

"I know, baby. Ohgod... ohhh..."

My fingertips were tingling, my ears were ringing, my heart was pounding, and I could feel my cock getting even harder, the tension discernible all the way down the base of the shaft to between my legs. 

I gripped Billie even harder, my fingers digging into her flesh as I felt the head of my cock swell and my balls tighten up.

"Unnghhh!..."

I groaned as my cock began to spasm and shoot cum into my wife's cunt, and a moment later, she tensed up, grabbed at the bedcovers and moaned as she climaxed with me.

My cock was still hard, and I continued to thrust into Billie until she collapsed to the bed, moaning that she couldn't take it anymore.

I held onto her and fell to the bed with her, rolling both of us onto our sides as we untangled, and somehow managing to stay inside her.

It hadn't happened very often; there'd been a handful of occasions when we were both much younger, but I realized that if I played my cards right, I could keep going and cum again. Billie's pussy was tight and snug, her sex a firm, velvet glove around my shaft.

Panting, almost gasping for breath, Billie reached behind her and grabbed at my hip, holding me to her.

"Please, Martin." She was almost pleading. "I can't right now. If you wait a few minutes, maybe, but I just can't at the moment."

I relaxed, wrapping an arm around her, and Billie melted against me with my cock still inside her.

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and suddenly we were scrambling to cover ourselves.

"What is it, sweetie?" Billie asked as she pulled a sheet up over us.

The door cracked open just enough for us to see wisps of our daughter's hair enter the room.

"I was just going to say goodnight," she said.

Billie looked quickly to make sure we were both covered and then exhaled hard.

"Okay, sweetie. Come on in."

The door opened wider, as did Kelly's eyes when she walked into the room, her mind racing to a hundred different conclusions about what we'd been doing when she'd knocked on the door. She'd changed into a nightgown that came almost to mid-thigh on her, and it was unbuttoned down to the middle of her chest.

"Come here, baby," Billie said, raising enough the sheet fell, all but exposing her breast as our daughter knelt down to kiss her goodnight.

"Goodnight, Mom. I love you." 

My eyes darted to the open front of my daughter's nightgown, revealing a mere shadowed glimpse of her young breasts.

"I love you, too, sweetie. Go on to bed. Daddy'll be there in a minute to tuck you in."

Kelly looked up from her mother to me and bit her lip before nodding and walking back toward the door.

"G'night, Mom."

"Goodnight, sweetie."

Kelly disappeared from sight, leaving our bedroom door cracked as Billie rolled to face me.

"You really want me to go tuck her in?"

"Why wouldn't I? You've been doing it for years."

"But..."

Billie laid her fingers across my mouth.

"I'm still processing it all," she said. "Right now, though, I have semen starting to pour out of me. My gosh, but you filled me up when you came."

I smiled and so did Billie.

"And besides," she said, "I'm pretty sure she knows exactly what we were doing, so just throw on your boxers and go tuck her in and kiss her goodnight."

We both crawled out of bed, and as I tugged my boxers on while Billie waddled to the bathroom, semen beginning to run down her leg, I resisted the temptation to remind her that kissing our daughter was what had started everything.

I walked out of the bathroom, noting that Kelly had turned out most of the lights, and now, one lone lamp in the corner of the living room cast shadows over the edges of the furniture.

"Daddy!"

I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest as I spun around to see Kelly seated on the couch, feet drawn up in front of her with a hand buried between her legs, pressed up against her pussy.

"I didn't hear you coming. I thought you'd be another minute or two."

She dropped one foot to the floor, her legs still spread, exposed all the way to the hip because her nightgown was bunched around her waist.

Kelly slid her thighs against her hand as she pulled it free, dropped her other foot to the floor and scooted off the couch. Her gown didn't immediately fall back into place, and for a brief moment, I had an unfettered view of her naked backside.

I followed her into her bedroom, where she'd already pulled the covers back, and I watched as she crawled onto the bed and then flopped down in a manner that was anything but ladylike. Her nightgown fluttered up almost to her hips again and it shifted to one side, falling from her shoulder, exposing a swath of fresh, young skin.

Kelly smiled at me as she slid her feet under the sheets and laid back for me to cover her up.

"Were you and mom fighting a few minutes ago?"

I caught my breath. How much had she heard?

I shook my head. "No, baby. We weren't fighting."

Kelly grinned.

"Good."

"Are you ready to go to sleep?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Do I get another good night kiss?" she asked.

"Do you need another good night kiss?"

She nodded and smiled. 

"Always, Daddy."

I leaned down to kiss her, and instead of letting me simply kiss her on the forehead, Kelly reached up and hugged me, pulling herself against me, and my arms swept around her in an embrace as our lips met and melted.

Kelly pulled her lips from mine and pressed her head against my shoulder as she wriggled against me.

"Thanks for tonight, Daddy. I had a really good time."

"I did, too, sweetie," I said, kissing her on the cheek and running my hand up and down her back.

Kelly relaxed and I let her slide out of my arms and back onto the bed, her hand gliding down onto my arm until she was holding my hand.

"Do you think mom would mind if we did it again next week?"

"What? If we go out to dinner?"

Kelly nodded. "Dinner. A walk. Just like tonight."

Just like tonight.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as I nodded.

"I think we can probably manage that."

Kelly smiled, rolling her cheek to me as I leaned forward to kiss her again.

"Goodnight, babygirl. I love you."

"Goodnight, Daddy. I love you, too."

I pivoted on her bed before standing, suddenly conscious of my cock once again rising in my boxers.

I turned out the light, looking back at her and smiling one last time before walking away.

So she wanted to go on a date again; just like the one we'd been on.

I took another deep breath. I wasn't sure who'd be more nervous about that, me or my wife.



Unintentional Lolita Ch. 03



The next morning, I was up and out of the house while Billie and Kelly were still getting ready.  
No one said anything about what had happened the night before, but I couldn’t push any of it out of my mind, and I found myself daydreaming about it off and on throughout the day.  I had a few undisturbed moments to myself at lunch, and I was consumed with wondering what was going through my wife’s mind, as well as what was going through my youngest daughter’s.
Later, after talking to both of them, I’d learn they’d been just as pre-occupied.

They were both quieter than normal as they went through their morning routine, and when Kelly left for school, their goodbye was cordial and warm but strained.
Billie kept losing herself in thought throughout the day, continuing to mull what had taken place between her husband and youngest daughter.
Martin loved both of their girls; of that she was more than certain; he was and always had been a wonderful father.  And he loved her, too, didn’t he?  Of course he did.  And he’d told her about the two of them kissing.  He’d not tried to conceal it even for a minute.
She wondered, though, had he and Jessica ever shared a moment like that?
Surely not, she thought, chastising herself, or he’d have certainly mentioned it to her.  
Both of their daughters were beautiful.  She knew, Martin knew it, and while Martin was a good-looking man, goodness only knew how often she’d been told the girls clearly got their beauty from her.
Billie resolved to herself that she would not fight with her daughter about what had happened.  After all, it was silly, wasn’t it, to even entertain the idea that she might be in competition with Kelly for Martin’s affections?  
They’d kissed, yes, and if Martin had given her accurate indication, it had been passionate, alright, but Martin had come to her bed.  He’d made love to her.
She sighed.  That wasn’t entirely accurate, she thought to herself.  They’d had sex, but she couldn’t exactly call it lovemaking.  They’d both been almost urgent in their desire; Martin’s cock had been as hard as she remembered it ever being, if not a little harder, and she found herself wondering if he’d been thinking about Kelly while he was fucking her from behind.
Across town, Kelly wandered from class to class in her own daze, her mind racing a thousand different directions as she relived the time she’d spent alone with her father the night before.
She couldn’t quite articulate what she was thinking, beyond telling herself that she really hadn’t meant for things to go as far as they had.   She told herself she never would’ve asked her dad to kiss her like he did if she’d known the way it would make her feel, and at the same time, she longed for him to kiss her like that again.  It wasn’t so much the forbidden fruit of the deep kiss with her father as it was the tingling that ran through her body, making her nipples hard, making her pussy wet.
After they’d arrived back home, Kelly had gone straight to her bedroom to change clothes.  Her panties had been soaked, and she’d been more sensitive than she could ever remember.
When she’d gone to tell her parents goodnight, at first she’d thought they were fighting.  But then, she’d realized they were having sex.
Had her father told her mother about the two of them kissing?  Had their kiss affected her father in a fashion similar to how it had affected her?
That had all been racing through her mind when he’d walked into the living room wearing nothing but boxers, his cock no longer hard, but a nonetheless easy to see bulge beneath the cloth of his shorts.  And she’d been sitting there, nightgown bunched up around her hips, fingers gently playing with the swollen folds of her pussy.
She’d been all at once startled and embarrassed, though she shouldn’t have been.  Not startled anyway.  She’d been waiting on him to tuck her into bed, so she should have anticipated him.
Her embarrassment, more from fear that he would chastise or scold her than anything else, had quickly vanished when she’d seen him looking at her, peering down at her hand covering her pussy.  She’d tried really hard not to stare at the bulge in his boxers, even when she could tell his penis was starting to get bigger.
His goodnight kisses had been warmer than usual, hadn’t they?  She hadn’t imagined that, she told herself.  And his hug had been more than fatherly, hadn’t it?  And his cock… just saying the word to herself made her tingle… her father’s penis had been swelling again as he’d walked from her room.  
She wondered if her parents had fucked again before going to sleep.  Kelly was still a virgin, though she’d masturbated and made herself cum before letting slumber take her.
She clenched her thighs together, flexing her leg muscles and breathing deep as she felt her nipples harden against the fabric of her bra as she thought about it all.
And he hadn’t said no when she’d asked if they could do it all again.  He’d understood what she was asking, hadn’t he?  
Kelly felt a warm glow wash over her entire body as she imagined being in her father’s arms, his lips pressed against hers as he held her…

Friday nights in the fall mean one thing where we live; high school football.  For me, it’s a chance to watch local boys do well on the gridiron.  For my daughter and all the other high school students, it was the social event of the week.  We never miss a home game, and we make a number of the out of town games, too.
Billie was waiting on me when I finally got home.  We were playing a team twenty miles away, so we had a bit of a drive in front of us.
Kelly was already gone; she’d caught a ride with some friends.  They were going to grab a bite to eat, and they’d bring her home after a post-game party they had planned.
Billie and I arrived at the stadium after a long ride that was notable for the silence that filled the car.  As we began our trek from the parking lot to the admission gate, she slid her arm through mine, leaned up and kissed me on the cheek, forcing a weak smile when I looked over at her.  I kissed her on the temple and she smiled, leaning into me.
We bumped into some friends of ours headed up the steps into the bleachers.  Ted and Margaret lived just a few blocks from us.  They have twins, Pamela and Theodore, Jr., who’ve gone to school with Kelly since they were in kindergarten.  Ted and I are at best sociable armchair/bleacher quarterback buds.  Billie and Margaret, however, are pretty close; years of home room parties, bake sales, girl-scout cookies and the like have a way of creating a bond.  
We sat down next to each other; Ted and I picked apart the other team’s line-up, criticized the refs and second guessed the play calling while Billie and Margaret caught up on things.
It was a good game, well played by both teams, and I was a little surprised that we actually scored the winning touchdown on a trick play late in the fourth.  The most important thing, though, was that Kelly dropped by to see us for a moment during half-time.  She and her mother chatted briefly about something, she gave her mom a hug, then she gave me a kiss on the cheek and she vanished into the crowd from whence she’d come.
“She hasn’t done that in a while,” Billie said, leaning over and speaking into my ear.
“Come to see us when we’re at a game? I know.”
“No,” Billie said, snuggling up to me and smiling.  “She was openly affectionate with us in front of complete strangers.”
I looked at my wife as she scooted closer to me again and thought about it.  She was right.  For a good while now, Kelly had been like a lot of teenagers; reluctant to admit she knew her parents in public, much less to be seen with us, to say nothing of showing love and affection.
Ted and Margaret’s kids wandered by a couple of time through the night; Ted, Jr., he hates being called Teddy, I’m told, wandered by several rows down and barely even acknowledged his parents were there.  Pam, as is common with high school girls, was moving with a pack and waved to her parents.
“You’re oldest is in college, now, right?” Ted asked.
“Yeah.  She’s a junior.  Making pretty good grades, too.”
He sighed.
“Difficult letting her go?”
“Letting her go?  She still comes home holidays and summers; still calls home a couple of times a week.”
“You’re satisfied with that?” he asked, looking at me.  “Not afraid you’ll lose her?”
I nodded.  “Kids grow up; they move on.  She talks to us a lot more than I talked to my folks at her age.  I consider myself really fortunate.”
“I guess,” he said.
I sighed, smiled and waved as Kelly walked by down below and waved up at us again.  Maybe things were going to be alright after all.

The ride home was nowhere near as quiet as the ride to the game had been.  We discussed the clothing some of the other kids had been wearing, as well as some of the couples we’d seen together, and I told Billie that Ted was showing signs of pre-mature empty nest syndrome.
She laughed.
“Margo mentioned the same thing.  She said the only thing taking the edge off of it is that both of their kids are probably going to attend junior college right here after graduating.”  
By the time we arrived home, it was late, and Billie grabbed my hand, dragging me toward the bedroom.
“Let’s go to bed.”
“That ready to go to sleep?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied.  “I’m exhausted.”
“What about sitting up to wait on Kelly?”
Billie stopped and leaned against the doorway to our bedroom, rubbing at her eyes and nodding.  
“You’re right.  I don’t know what I was thinking.”  Normally, Billie sat up waiting on her to get home.  “Would you mind if I went on to bed?”
“You want me to sit up and wait on her?”
Billie raised her eyebrows and nodded.  “You are her father.”
“I am.”
She shrugged.  “There’s no reason why you can’t sit up waiting for her that I can think of.”
I followed Billie into the bedroom, and we both began to get undressed for bed.  I pulled out a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt; I didn’t want to disturb Billie when I came to bed.
“Martin?”  
I looked up as Billie stepped out of the bathroom, robe held closed by her tightly folded arms.  She sat down beside me on the bed.
“Did you… have you and Jessica ever kissed like you and Kelly did last night?”
I shook my head.  “Never.”
“Because the two of you used to go out on dates pretty regular.”
I nodded.  “And we still do on occasion when she’s home.”
Billie nodded.  “I know.  Jessica’s picked on her little sister for years about the things the two of you have done that you hadn’t done at that point with Kelly.  I know it was because Kelly was younger, but that never seemed to matter.”
“I know.”
“Would you?”
I looked at Billie again as she shifted on the bed.
“If Jessica came to you and asked you to kiss her like that, would you do it?”
“I’m pretty sure that isn’t going to happen,” I replied.
Billie smiled.  “I wouldn’t be so sure.  I’d be willing to bet Kelly will tell her about it, and I know how competitive they are with one another.  And I know, too, how much they love their daddy.  So, would you, if she asked?”
“You would want me to?”
Billie nodded slowly.  “I love both of the girls.  And I love you.  And they love you.  And I know that you love them.  So, yes.  I would want you to.”
“I love you, too, honey.”
She leaned into me and kissed me as I wrapped my arms around her.  Billie got up and walked around to her side of the bed and I got up to go to the living room.
“Don’t let her keep you up too late,” she said.  “I might be asleep when she gets home, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you in bed with me.”
I watched as Billie shed her robe.  She was naked beneath it, and I watched as she crawled beneath the covers.
A couple of minutes later, I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, flipping channels until I found one that was running a rolling re-cap of high-school football scores.  It wasn’t long before they began to repeat them, and I flipped channels again until I found a re-run of an old show that I liked.
About an hour later, closer to one in the morning than not, I heard a key twisting in the lock, and I got up in time to see the front door open.  Kelly walked through the door, shoes in hand, smiled when she saw me, and closed the door behind her, locking it.
“Trying to sneak in?” I asked.
“No, Daddy,” she replied, smiling again.  “Mom usually has more light on than this, so I thought you might both be asleep.”
“No such luck.  Your mom thought I should wait up on you.”
Kelly shrugged as she dropped her shoes at the entrance to the hallway and walked over to me.
“That’s fine, Daddy,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me.  “I’m a little hungry.”
“I thought that’s why you were out late?  Going to a party and eating with your friends?”
She nodded and swept hair back from her face.
“We had food.  Pizza mostly.  It didn’t go very far.”  
She bounded away from me, headed toward the kitchen, and I watched intently as her breasts bounced beneath her shirt and her ass flexed against her jeans.  I followed her, arriving in time to see her open the fridge and pull out the milk.
“A little late for a bowl of cereal, isn’t it?”
“Daddy.”  She gave me a look that indicated she thought I was being silly.  “It’s never too late for a bowl of Tony.  But I’m not having cereal.  I made these cookies this afternoon.  You could have had some when they were warm out of the oven, but I think mom had them up before you got home, and then you had to get to the game.”
My youngest daughter was a sudden surge of fluid motion as she poured a glass of milk and at the same time popped open a plastic container full of fresh chocolate chip cookies.
“Here, Daddy.”
I managed to get my mouth open just in time for her to slam one of her cookies home.  Kelly giggled as I caught it in my mouth.  It wasn’t warm, but it was still fresh, just like I liked them, and my hand swept up to my chin, catching crumbs in my palm as I bit into it.
Kelly put the milk back in the fridge and then spun around, hopping onto the kitchen counter and pulling the container of cookies to her as though they were a precious treasure to hoard.
“One?  I only get one?” I asked, feigning hurt feelings.  It was a game we played.
“You can have another,” she said.  “After you finish the one you’re eating now.”  She’d learned that line from her mother when she was little.
“It’ll cost you, though.”  She’d learned this from her mother, too.  We both knew where it was going; we both knew the parts we had to play.
“What’s it gonna cost me?” I asked, swallowing the last of the first cookie.
Kelly giggled, pulling a cookie from the container and holding it up in front of her.  I reached for it and she pulled it away, giggling again as she held it out of reach and pointed with a finger from her free hand to her lips.
“I need a kiss,” she said.
We both smiled.  If Billie had pulled the same ruse once, she’d pulled it a million times.  With me, with our girls, with our nieces and nephews when they were little.  She still pulled it here at home.
And now my youngest daughter was following her example.
I leaned over to kiss Kelly and she leaned away from me.
“What…?  I thought you wanted a kiss…”
“I do,” she said, suppressing a smile.  “But not from across the kitchen.  Come closer to kiss me.”
I sighed and Kelly bit her lip as I pushed away from the counter and moved to stand in front of her, and as I placed my hands on top of her thighs, she spread her legs, allowing me to stand between her knees, leaning against the counter.
I kissed her, a soft, quick peck on the lips, and pulled back.
Kelly’s mouth hung open, a mix of disapproval and disbelief.
“Daddy, I know you can do better than that.”
“I can?”
“Yeah.  You can.  Kiss me like you did last night,” she said as she laid the cookie on the counter just out of my reach.  “Kiss me like you really want one of my cookies, DaddyS.”
I leaned into towards her and she giggled as she turned back to find us almost nose to nose, and as our lips touched, she gasped, her mouth opening and sucking in air as her thighs clenched against me.  My  hands brushed against her thighs; her fingers grazed my cheeks, and she moaned into my mouth as my tongue found hers.  Her arms swept around my neck as she thrust her tongue back against mine, and without realizing I was doing it, I grasped her by the hips and pulled her to me, frustrated by instinct that I couldn’t grind my cock in against her pussy.
Our lips parted and we both panted for breath as she leaned to the side and picked up my cookie.
“I should make you kiss me like that for every cookie,” she said.
“I don’t know,” I replied.  “Your mother might get jealous.”
“Mmmm.”    Kelly giggled and blew bubbles into her milk.  “Mom needs to bake her own cookies, and then she can make you do whatever she wants before you can have them.”
My cock was hard and my mind was suddenly off to the races as I imagined some of the things I knew Billie might ask me to do to her.  And for her.
That wasn’t helping me any, because as enticing as my daughter was being at the moment, I knew her mother could well teach her a thing or ten.  Or twenty.  Or…
“Do I have a milk moustache, Daddy?”
I snapped out of my mental haze and looked at Kelly’s mouth, where a faint coating of milk did indeed coat her upper lip, and I nodded.
“Let me take care of that for you,” I said.
I leaned forward again, catching her face against my fingertips as I swallowed her upper lip between mine, drawing it out as she gasped and sliding my tongue in past her teeth again.
Kelly moaned and leaned forward as she clutched at me, and when I pulled back from her, her eyes were wide as she panted and swallowed hard.
“You should finish your milk and get on to bed,” I said.  “It’s late and you’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”
Her part time job at the mall occupied her weekends and at least one evening during the week.
She nodded, her lips parted and her tongue surging forward to lick at them again.
“Good night, sweetie,” I said, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek.
Kelly hugged me tight, wrapping her legs around me.
“It’ll only take me a minute to put my pajamas on.  Will you come tuck me in?”
I nodded.
“I’m going to get ready for bed myself.  I’ll be there in a couple of minutes,” I said.
“Okay, Daddy.”  
Kelly relaxed, allowing me to step back from her, and I was as conscious of her eyes traveling down my body as I’m sure she was of me gazing at her.  Surely she noticed the bulge in my jeans.  I know I couldn’t miss the points of her erect nipples pressing out against her shirt.
She left the kitchen and I turned out the light as I followed behind her.
I changed out of my clothes, hoping my erection wouldn’t be so noticeable in my sleep pants as I tucked her in.
Or did I hope it would be noticeable?  Did she have any idea the effect she was having on me?  I was having a similar effect on her, wasn’t I?  
I trod slowly from my bedroom through the living room to her bedroom.  The only light afforded to me was the lamp still burning in the living room and on the edge of her dresser in her bedroom, and as I turned into her doorway, I caught my breath.
Kelly stood there in pajamas, her top open as she brushed at her hair, and as I appeared in the doorway, she smiled and looked back at me.
“I’m almost ready for bed, Daddy.  I just need to finish brushing my hair.”  
She pulled the brush through her tresses again as I stepped into the room, and I swallowed hard as I realized that her pajama pants weren’t tied; they were only just hanging onto her hips by mere friction, and my cock surged as I glimpsed the edge of her breast against the opening of her unfastened top.
“Unless you want to finish it, Daddy.  It only needs a few more strokes.”
I swallowed hard as she turned to hand me the brush.  Was that her nipple I saw in the shadows of her open top?
I took the brush from her, and as she threw her head back and shoved her fingers through her hair, she thrust her chest forward and rolled her hips backward brushing my cock with her hip; I just knew I was going to see her breasts and that her pajamas were going to plunge from her hips.  My eyes darted down; I could see shadows where her pelvis pushed out against the cloth, and her slender belly maybe brushed against it where the tie hung useless to protect her virtue.




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My cock throbbed as one hand brushed against her hip, running up her body as my other hand raised the brush, and Kelly smiled.
She knew what she was doing to me, and as I stepped in behind her, she thrust her ass back again, pressing firmly against me as she pulled her top closed.
I sighed as she straightened up; her nubile young body was now hidden from my prying eyes, but these were the pajamas Billie didn’t care for.  The neckline plunged to well between Kelly’s breasts; something my wife hadn’t realized until the first time Kelly slept in them.
I pulled the brush through her hair as I watched her fasten the third button on her top.  She reached beneath it and tied the bottoms in place, closed her eyes, tilted her head back and sighed as I continued to rake her mane.
My eyes darted from the mirror to the gentle crevice of her cleavage.  If I’d thought her nipples were standing out against her shirt earlier, they were screaming against her pajama top, and it was all I could do to keep from reaching around to cup her breast in my hand.
“Mmmm.  That feels really good, Daddy.”
It wasn’t the first time she’d told me that.  But it was the first time I’d brushed her hair since we’d really kissed one another, and I found myself wondering if it had the same effect on her it had on her mother.
I breathed in a little deeper and felt my cock throb as I wondered if it had the same effect on her older sister Jessica, too.
“Alright, babygirl,” I said, letting go of her hair and laying her brush down on her dresser.  “Time to get in bed.”
I swatted her lightly on the behind, and my hand lingered just long enough to confirm what I suspected.  
She was naked beneath her pajamas.  Completely naked.
I shouldn’t have been surprised, really.  Billie was naked in bed.  She never wore anything beneath her pajamas or nightgowns.  I never wore anything beneath mine, either.
But this was my little girl, and for whatever reason, we were teasing one another.
She smiled as she climbed into bed.
‘I know what you’re up to,’ her batting eyelashes said.
“Goodnight, Daddy.”  Kelly leaned forward to kiss me goodnight.  “I love you.”
“Goodnight, baby,” I said, kissing her again.  “I love you, too.  Sleep well.”
“I will, Daddy.”
She clicked off the lamp by her bedside as I left her room, and as I clicked off the lamp in the living room, I finished undressing.  Surrounded by sudden darkness, and torn between two bedrooms, I wrapped my fingers around the shaft of my erection, slowly running my hand up and over the swollen head, now slick with pre-cum.
A few moments later, I dropped my night clothes on the floor between the doorway and the bed.
Billie rolled over and looked at the clock as I crawled in beside her.
“What have the two of you been up to?” she asked as I leaned over and kissed her.
My lips brushed against hers and then my hand was under the covers, my fingers brushing across her breast as I slid my arm around her and moved my lips down to her neck.
“I’ll bet I can guess,” she said, pushing a hand between us and finding my cock.
“Ahhh… ohhh… yesss…”  Billie sighed as I clutched at her, crawling between her legs and probing at her with my engorged penis.
If I hadn’t thought about it while fucking Billie the night before, this time I did.  This time, I couldn’t help but think about Kelly, and in my mind, I was standing behind her brushing her hair, her pajamas still precariously perched on her body.
I turned her around to face me, peeling her top open to reveal her breasts, and then pulling her bottoms down to expose her fresh young pussy as I pulled out my raging erection.
I pushed her back on the bed as she kicked off her pajama bottoms, and we kissed madly and wildly as I crawled between her thighs, pressing my cock against her young… was she bare?  Did my little girl shave her womanhood?  She did, didn’t she?  Some of the swimsuits she wore…
“Ohhh… ohgod, Martin… ohhh… cum with me, baby…”
I closed my eyes tighter as I continued thrusting in and out of Billie’s pussy…
I erupted, my cock spasming and spewing semen.
“Ohhhhgawd… that was good…”  Billie wrapped her arms and legs around me as I collapsed against her, and when I tried to roll away from her, she rolled with me, her hand clutching at my ass, urging me to stay inside her.
“Stay inside me… can you?”
“I… I think so…”
We did our best to untangle legs as we breathed against one another.
“Oh, that was good,” she said, kissing my shoulder. 
“Was it?” I asked.  I suddenly felt guilty for thinking about Kelly.
“Uh-huh.  It was indeed.”  Billie’s hand roamed up and down my back.  “I can still feel you pulsing inside me.”
“You feel good, baby.”  I ran my hand down her body and cupper her ass, digging my fingers into her flesh.
“So do you.”
Billie snuggle against me as we both felt my cock begin to soften and recede from within her.
“I’m gonna have to have a talk with our little girl,” Billie said.
“About?”
“About getting her old man all worked up.”
“Honey…”
Billie kissed me, sweeping her tongue across my lips.
“I don’t mind,” she said.  “Not really.  In fact, I’m definitely enjoying being the beneficiary of the goings on between the two of you.  I just want to make sure she knows what she’s doing.”
“What do you mean?”
“Mmmm.”   Billie’s lips were soft against my cheek and then my lips.  “Nothing.”
We lay there, finally still, silence and darkness urging us to slumber.
And I was almost out, too, when Billie’s whisper broke the silence.
“Is Robert hosting his weekly barbecue tomorrow?”
“Huh?”
“You know, beer, barbecue, the Saturday night college game?”
“Uh… yeah, I guess.”  If it was football or basketball season, Robert had beer, brisket and an open invitation every Saturday.
“Mmmm.  You should go.”
“Really?”  She never wanted me to go.
“Yeah.  It’ll be good for you.  And it’ll give me a chance for some mother-daughter time with Kelly.”
“You’re sure?”
“Uh-huh,” she mumbled into my mouth as she kissed me again.  “Just be ready to do this again when you get home.”
Perhaps I should have been stayed awake to consider the implications and possibilities of what she was considering.
But I didn’t.  I was too spent.  And as quickly as I’d been jarred from rapidly approaching slumber, I fell right back into it.


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Unintentional Lolita Ch. 04



The sun long since up; Billie and I were still in bed when Kelly left to go to work the next morning.

We slowly stirred and sat up groggily as she came in and kissed us goodbye. It wasn't lost on us that Kelly noticed we were once again naked in bed together and smelling of sex. She smiled with mild embarrassment and unspoken curiosity as she waved goodbye and walked from our bedroom, and Billie rolled over against me, throwing the sheets back enough that she could press her naked chest against me as we laughed together.

I can't really explain what it was like at home that day, other than to say that Billie was different. We both were, actually. Somehow, we'd found a spark between us. 

It was making us throw caution to the wind; we talked about it, and prior to the night before last, we couldn't remember when we'd ever allowed even a hint of our bedroom activity to be known to our daughters, and now our youngest had seen us all but caught in the act twice.

I wasn't going to complain, though, and neither was Billie. She was more playful than she'd been in ages, and as the day progressed, she began teasing me, quickly making sure I knew that was exactly what she was doing, as she pushed me away when I tried to catch her and pin her.

"No," she said, sliding away from me. "I want to save it for tonight when you get home."

She opened a bottle of wine mid-afternoon, pouring the last glass as I headed out the door to Robert's little more than an hour later.

"You're sure you don't mind me going?" I asked.

"I'm sure," she said as she raised her glass and took a sip. 

A smile crossed her lips; the alcohol had hit the point in her system where she was mellow and relaxed. For a moment, part of me wished I were staying home and that our daughter would be out of the house for the evening, because when Billie was in the state of reduced inhibitions she was in at the moment, she really opened up in the bedroom. 

And in the kitchen, the living room, the backyard... 

I sighed and smiled back at her. Hopefully she'd still be in this good of a mood when I got home.

"So, what are the two of you going to do while I'm gone?"

"Girl stuff. You know. Nails. Hair. If you're that afraid you'll miss something, you could stay. You know I love the way you rub my feet."

I smiled. She did enjoy that.

I didn't enjoy the smell of nail polish, though, and quickly decided the game was definitely the better option.

I kissed her goodbye and left for the evening.

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Billie stood at the window and watched him drive away. As soon as he was gone from sight, she turned her glass up, draining it, her hand balled up in the curtains for balance, and then she returned to the kitchen, where she opened a second bottle of wine and refilled her glass.

She had decided she and Kelly would talk about the kisses she'd shared with her father, and even though she was beginning to feel a little tipsy and buzzed, Billie was so nervous her hands were shaking. 

She took a sip from her wine glass, sat it down on the counter and went to take a shower. Heat, steam and wine were a dangerous combination for her; any other time, she'd be so relaxed she'd be asleep in the blink of an eye.

Tonight, though, sleep was far from her mind. The shower was to relax her, and the wine was her courage. Maybe it would be for Kelly, too.

Billie hoped she had enough wine for both of them.

An hour later, Billie lay on the couch wearing an oversized blouse and loose khaki pants, glass of wine half empty sitting on the coffee table just within her reach. She'd never let herself go out dressed in public like this, braless, her blouse half unbuttoned and threatening to slide from her shoulder, but it made her feel comfortable and sexy.

Martin liked it; he'd be all over her if he could see her now.

She turned the page in her book and slid a hand inside her blouse, her fingers rubbing at her nipple, and she sighed as the familiar tingle surged through her veins.

A few minutes later, she heard Kelly come in through the same door Martin had left out of, and she stood up to go meet her daughter. They met at the edge of the kitchen as Kelly was slipping off her shoes.

"Hi, baby," Billie said, hugging her daughter tightly. "How was your day?"

Kelly hugged her mother back.

"Good, Mom." She took a deep breath. Wine? "Where's daddy?"

Billie took hold of her daughter's hand as she turned and led her out of the kitchen.

"He went to drink beer and watch the big game tonight."

"Daddy's not much of a beer drinker, Mom."

"No, but he does like football."

"So...?"

"So, I thought we could spend some time alone together."

"Just the two of us?"

Billie nodded and giggled. "That's what alone together means, sweetie."

Kelly nodded and smiled nervously. She'd wondered how long it would be before her mother brought up what was going on between her and her father. 

"I thought maybe we could order a pizza and I could do your nails and we could talk."

Kelly swallowed hard.

"You want to do my nails?" Her mother hated doing her own nails, and she wanted to do Kelly's?

"Yes, sweetie, if that's okay with you."

"But, you..."

"Hate doing nails?" Billie raised her glass and took a sip as her daughter nodded. "It's not my favorite thing, no, but you enjoy it, and I figured it was something we could do together."

"Okay." Kelly nodded weakly, still not comfortable with the situation.

"I've got a bottle of wine open. Would you like some?" Billie asked.

Kelly raised her eyebrows in disbelief. Was her mother really going to let her have a glass of wine? Without it being served at dinner?

She nodded, followed her mother into the kitchen and watched in amazement as she poured a second glass, nearly draining the bottle.

"Here, sweetie." Billie handed her the glass, and Kelly immediately took a long sip. "Why don't you go and take a shower. I'll order a pizza and we can get started after we eat."

Kelly nodded and turned to go as her mother picked up the phone.

In her bedroom, Kelly stripped down to her bra and panties, then headed for the shower, wine glass in hand now half empty.

It had been a long time since she'd seen either of her parents drunk, but her mother, while maybe not fully under the influence, was definitely feeling emboldened. Her mother never wandered around the house without wearing a bra, much less with her blouse all but open.

Of course, Kelly told herself, she'd never seen her parents naked in bed together before, either, and that had happened two nights in a row, now.

She turned on the water to get hot and reached behind her to unhook her bra. The cups fell forward as the straps slid from her shoulders, and Kelly caught it on her wrist as it fell from her body, letting it drop to the floor. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and shoved them from her hips as she gazed at herself in the mirror. 

She was pretty, wasn't she? she asked herself as her hands wandered across her naked flesh. Yes, she was beautiful, she told herself as one hand brushed across a pink puffed nipple and the other slid in between her parted thighs.

She'd been so wet when she got undressed for bed the night before. She didn't know why she hadn't buttoned her pajama top, but she'd gotten the reaction she'd wanted. Daddy had looked at her, his eyes seeking more than they could see.

And as hard as her nipples had been, as wet as she'd been, he'd been that hard, too, hadn't he? His erection had tented his sleep pants, brushing against her ass when she'd pushed back against him. He was turned on by her, wasn't he?

Kelly sighed as she pinched a nipple between her fingers and slid the middle finger of her other hand between the slick folds of her womanhood.

He was. Turned on by her, that is. And she was turned on, too. And that was the problem, wasn't it? They weren't supposed to be aroused by each other, were they? And that's what her mother wanted to talk about, wasn't it?

Kelly bit her lip as she climbed into the shower. Her mother didn't seem to be angry, she told herself. Maybe she was imagining everything.

Yes, that was it. She was imagining things. She and her mother would eat pizza, drink wine, do their nails, and talk.

And then daddy would come home, and everything would be fine. It had all been really fine last night.

She'd no more than turned off the light in her bedroom and her hand was inside her pajamas as she began to pleasure herself. She'd closed her eyes and imagined her father watching her touch herself.

No, he wouldn't want to watch her touch herself, would he? Yes, he would. His eyes had devoured her. It felt so good when he brushed her hair. All she'd wanted to do was turn around, press herself against him and kiss him again.

She'd made herself cum imagining that she was doing just that.

A few minutes later, with hot water still cascading down on her, Kelly was startled out of her trance by the bathroom door opening.

"The pizza will be here any minute," Billie said, "and you're going to turn into a prune."

"I'm sorry, Mom," Kelly said as she turned off the water.

"Did you fall asleep in there?" Billie asked as she handed Kelly her towel.

Kelly smiled as she stepped out and began to dry off.

"I might have zoned out for a minute or two," she replied. "We were really busy today."

The doorbell rang.

"That'll be the pizza."

Billie disappeared, leaving the bathroom door wide open. Kelly stood naked, still drying off.

"Mom!"

"Here." Billie reappeared in the doorway. "Put this on." She held a robe in her hand. It was part of a nightgown set Kelly had, a short robe that didn't even come down to mid-thigh.

"But, Mom..."

"You're at home, Kelly. There's no need to put a lot of clothes on. Put this on or come out naked, I don't care, but I've got to get the door, sweetie."

Kelly took the robe from her mother, and as Billie disappeared, her blouse slipped from her shoulder. Kelly hoped her mother didn't have to bend over in front of the driver. If she did, he'd see her tits. Or maybe that was her mother's plan.

She finished drying off and put on the robe her mother had given her. Kelly was actually a little surprised her mother wanted her to wear this robe. Like the pajamas she'd worn the night before, this robe and the gown it went with were a little more revealing than her mother had realized when she'd bought them. The gown and robe both came down just far enough to cover her, but depending on how she sat down, to say nothing of bending over with it on, and she might as well be naked.

Kelly tied the robe closed and saw that her nipples were clearly outlined against the thin fabric.

How long would daddy be gone tonight, she wondered. How would he react to seeing her like this? 

Kelly snapped out of her imagining when she heard the front door close.

"Kelly... pizza."

"Coming, Mom."

Kelly walked into the living room. Pizza. Paper plates and napkins. Fresh bottle of wine. 

She watched as Billie leaned forward, opening the pizza box. Her mother's blouse sagged away from her body, offering Kelly an unfettered view of her mother's breasts.

They're really nice, she thought. Bigger than mine. And her nipples are larger.

"The pizza isn't going to put itself on your plate, sweetie."

"I know, Mom," Kelly said, smiling.

"More wine?" Billie asked.

"Please." If the rest of the night and conversation were going to go where she thought they were, she'd need another glass. Or two.

Billie bumped against the table as she sat down. The alcohol was taking a toll on her, and though she was feeling more than a little flush, she was garnering courage from the liquid in her glass to have as frank and honest a conversation with her daughter as she'd ever had.

The two of them broke the ice talking about events of the previous week, plans for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and the New Years' family ski trip. They'd all been super busy, and the holidays would be a good chance for the entire family to slow down and spend some quality time together.

They finished eating and Billie topped off both of their glasses again.

She could feel herself on the edge of a good buzz headed toward outright intoxication, and she could see her daughter beginning to relax and loosen up as well.

Sixth grade health class had been awkward and embarrassing for everyone, and Billie knew that her girls had talked to each other numerous times, but she'd never really discussed with her youngest the need to be in touch with who she really was. Her sexual self, anyway. She sighed, remembering that she'd been in college before she'd finally begun to really make that connection.

Billie sat her glass on the table, took a deep breath and stretched her hands out in front of her.

"Let's see those hands," she said.

"You're seriously going to do my nails?"

"Unless you don't want me to. But I know you like having your nails done."

"No, Mom, I love having my nails done. It's just..."

"Then indulge me. Sit back and relax and enjoy this."

Kelly sat back on the couch, folding her legs in front of her, and immediately realized she was fully exposed as her robe pulled open beneath the tie. She grabbed up a pillow and pulled it into her lap to cover herself. 

"Oh, no, sweetie. I don't want to get any polish on the pillows," Billie said, pulling it out of Kelly's lap and tossing it aside.

"But, Mom..."

"It's okay, sweetie," she said. "Nobody's going to see you. If you can't be comfortable at home, where can you be comfortable?"

Kelly sighed, closed her eyes and laid her head back against the couch as she laid her hand on her mother's thigh.

"I guess you're right."

"Of course, I am, sweetie."

Billie began working on her daughter's nails. Her daughter's hands were so soft. She lifted Kelly's fingers against the palm of her hand, gently elevating her daughter's arm, and as she did, her gaze traveled down along her daughter's exposed thigh to her glistening naked pussy. 

Her daughter shaved herself. She had to with some of the swimsuits she wore. Billie's eyes danced across her little girl's nakedness and she saw only the tiniest wisp of pubic hair perched just above her clit.

Was Kelly aroused? Her nipples still stood out against her robe, and her labia were a little swollen and red.

"Your father and I have had some very interesting conversations the last couple of nights," Billie said.

"Really?" Sudden uncertainty became dread as her mother nodded. Kelly braced herself.

"He told me that David kissed you and you said it was really bad."

Kelly sighed as she slumped her shoulders, and nodded. Maybe she had nothing to fear after all.

"I understand, too, that you and your father discussed kissing and that you asked him to teach you how to do it."

Kelly nodded again and took a deep breath, resisting the temptation to yank her hand, as she awaited her mother's inevitable anger.

"Mom, it wasn't..."

Billie put her hand up.

"You experienced bad and you wanted to know what good was like. Right? And your father is a good kisser. Isn't he?"

Kelly nodded. Billie smiled and focused again on her daughter's genteel fingers.

"What else happened on your date with David?"

"What do you mean?" Kelly was confused. Did her mother want to talk about David or dad?

"Well, you said he was a bad kisser..."

"He was worse than bad, Mom. He was terrible."

"That's what I'm getting at, sweetie. I guess what I'm trying to ask is..."

Billie bit her lip, her eyes searching her daughter's expression. She was on a slippery slope here. Once she crossed the line, there would be no turning back.

"Baby, what I'm trying to ask is..."

"Did I have sex with him?"

Kelly's mouth dropped open, her eyes wide as she began to shake her head back and forth.

"You didn't sleep with him?"

"No! Oooh! Gross! No, I didn't sleep with him. He's disgusting, Mom!"

Billie sighed. David was a nice young man, but she and her husband had both wondered what, if anything, Kelly really saw in him.

"Well, what is it, then, sweetie?"

"What do you mean?"

"Sweetheart, you've been really quiet since you got home from the dance. You came in that night and headed straight for the shower without saying a word to either of us."

Kelly looked down at her fingers as her mom continued to buff and shape her nails.

"So what happened? Did he do anything to you to hurt you?"

"No, nothing like that, Mom."

"Then what, sweetie? You can tell me. I won't be mad."

"You'll think I'm a pervert or something."

"No I won't." 

"Promise me you'll at least think David's a pervert?"

Billie laughed.

"What happened, sweetie?"

Kelly drew in a deep breath and squirmed on the couch, shoving her other hand down between her legs.

"So, we're sitting in his car kissing, and he's all over me, lips, tongue... I think he and I had more of my make-up in our mouths than I had on my face when I came home. Anyway, so, we've been kissing for a while and he pulls my hand towards him and puts it in his lap."

Kelly's eyes swept up, gauging her mother's reaction.

"And he was... he was hard."

Nothing. Her mother was listening intently, but giving no sign of any reaction. Yet.

"He held my hand there and then he unzipped himself and pulled it out. He wasn't very big, but ohmigod he was hard. He pulled my hand to... to his penis and wrapped my fingers around it..."

"You touched his cock?" Billie asked.

Kelly's eyes went wide at her mother's words and she nodded.

"And he grabbed at my dress, too. He'd unzipped it part of the way when we were kissing, and he pulled it off of my shoulder, down far enough that he was able to get one of my boobs out of my bra.

"And then he asked if I wanted to suck it and I said no."

Billie and her husband had liked the kid when he came to pick Kelly up. Billie wasn't so sure she liked him so much now. She knew Martin wouldn't.

"So what happened?"

"He asked if he could touch me... his fingers against the cloth of my panties were like his lips on my face; that boy has no idea what he's doing. And then he begged me to at least... to at least jack him off."

Her eyes darted across her mother's face, trying to read through the open mouthed gaze peering back at her. Her mother wasn't happy, that much she could tell. And she was pretty sure she wasn't happy with David.

"So I did it."

"You... gave him a hand job?" Billie caught her breath. Had those words just come out of her mouth?

Kelly nodded slowly and she bit her lip. She'd told herself she'd been thoroughly disgusted by it all, but she'd been really wet. Almost as wet as last night.

"He started oozing, and before I knew it, I had this slippery goo on my hand as I slid it over the head of his... cock, and all the time I'm doing this, he's groping my boob and pinching my nipple and telling me how good it feels and not to stop.

"And then, he starts telling me to go faster... and faster... and then his cock starts... starts spewing all over me and he just kept saying don't stop... don't stop..."

Kelly took a deep breath and swallowed hard. 

"He shot his cum on you?" Billie asked. She was holding her daughter's hand now. Not buffing, not shaping. Just holding.

Kelly nodded.

"He shot... cum onto my boob, all over my hand, onto my arm... some even landed on my thigh."

Kelly sighed, laying her head back against the couch.

"When I got home, I just wanted to get inside and get cleaned up and hope you didn't see me like that."

"Oh, baby. I'm sorry."

Kelly shrugged. "It's okay, I guess. We broke up Monday."

"What about Collin?"

"The guy on the football team?"

Billie nodded.

"I think he's still dating that girl on the drill team, Marisa. The one that does the splits at will."




Unintentional Lolita Ch. 04



"I see." Billie resumed buffing her daughter's nails. Her daughter seemed to be no worse for the wear, all things considered. She was so resilient.

An awkward silence filled the room as Billie reached for Kelly's other hand. 

"I mean, it's not that I didn't like being touched," Kelly said, giving her hand over to her mother and exposing herself again. "I did. And it felt..." She shifted on the couch, throwing her feet out in front of her and clenching her thighs together. Her body was tingling again, and she could feel herself getting wet. "It felt really good. But I don't want him to touch me anymore."

"Well, as much as I wanted to know what happened on your date with David, I also wanted you to know that you were right. There are some important things I'd rather you learned at home instead of with some boy that doesn't have a clue."

"Thanks, mom."

"That includes you learning about the consequences of getting a boy all hot and bothered. And about letting yourself get hot and bothered, too, as far as that goes."

Kelly's face took on a quizzical expression.

"What do you mean?"

"You wanted your father to kiss you like he kisses me."

"Uh-huh. So?"

"And then you kissed him back the same way. Didn't you?"

Kelly nodded slowly and Billie looked down again, pressing the buffer once more against her daughter's fingernail.

"When your father kisses me like that," Billie said, "it makes me wet." There was no way she could look her daughter in the eye and say that. Or this. "Did it make you wet?"

Kelly closed her eyes and clenched her thighs tightly together again as she looked away and turned beet red. Billie smiled and held on to her daughter's hand.

"And when I kiss your father like that, he gets hard."

Kelly looked back, her eyes sparkling and her mouth hanging open.

"He gets hard?"

Billie looked at her daughter. She understood what she meant, didn't she? Surely she did.

She nodded. "His penis..." Kelly's eyes widened. She understood perfectly well, but Billie couldn't help herself but to complete the thought.

"Kissing makes my pussy wet, and it makes your father's cock hard. More than once he's started fucking me while we were kissing."

Billie sighed. Was there any more ice to break?

"You need to know about the effect kissing can have on you and the trouble it can lead to," she said. "And I want you to learn about it here so that you don't get into too much trouble when you're making out with boys."

"Mom, I think I learned that already," Kelly said, suddenly uncomfortable and very unsure about where all of this was headed.

"Maybe, sweetie, but I want to make sure. You're young and you're still learning how to cope with all of the hormones that are surging through your body. Kissing can be a powerful form of foreplay for men and women..."

"Foreplay?"

"Think of it as the things men and women due to get one another in the mood for sex."

Kelly nodded, her mouth hanging open. "Oh."

"And if you're not careful, you'll find yourself kissing a boy who knows how to kiss, and he'll get you all worked up, and you'll get him all worked up, and one thing will lead to another, and..."

"Mom?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Did I interrupt you and daddy night before last?"

It was Billie's turn to blush, and she shook her head slowly. 

"No, sweetie."

"So you were done?"

Billie looked up at her. Why would Kelly assume she and Martin had been finished instead of getting started? Unless... had she listened to them fucking? Had she opened the door and watched surreptitiously?

She nodded her head slowly. 

"Yes, your father and I were done," she replied. "Thanks to you, he was more than ready for me. Last night, too." 

Billie caught her breath as her daughter's eyes widened.

I think I've had enough to drink, she told herself. I'm beginning to say exactly what I think.

She reached for her glass, took another sip of her wine and swallowed hard.

"Your father was very aroused when the two of you came home the other night."

'...very aroused...?' Billie thought to herself. Who talks like that? Can I tell just flat out tell her that her father's cock has been as hard the last two nights as it's ever been? Can I tell her we've fucked with more passion than we've known since I can't remember when?

"He was?" 

Kelly's voice sounded like it was coming from across the room, and Billie blinked hard to refocus.

She nodded.

"And that's what you need to understand," Billie said, drawing her fingers slowly across her daughter's hand. 

"The way you kiss someone... the way you touch someone... especially when you feel very strongly about them... or love them... you can have a very strong effect on them. And they can affect you the same way, too."

"I'm not... I'm not sure what you mean, mom." She'd expected her mother to be angry if anything. But her mother wasn't angry. Not that she could tell, anyway.

Billie blinked hard and took a deep breath as she turned loose of her daughter's hand.

"That's what I was getting around to earlier," she said as she reached for her daughter's other hand. "In the heat and rush of it all, the right man can ask if you want to, or simply suggest that you want to, and because of the hormones flooding through you, the only thing you'll actively resist is the urge to say no."

"You're not mad at me, are you?" Kelly asked, looking over at her mother.

"No, baby, I'm not mad at you. I just want you to have an appreciation for the effect you've had on your father," Billie replied as she shifted on the couch.

"Everybody is different," Billie said as she pulled her daughter closer, "but we all have certain things that make us feel good. One of the things that I enjoy, just like you and your sister, is having your hair brushed."

Billie held on to Kelly's fingers with one hand and reached up with the other to brush at her hair. Kelly sighed as she felt her mother's fingers plow into her hair, nails raking gently against her scalp.

"Along with this," Billie said, "if you're like me, your neck and shoulders and back are very sensitive."

Billie swept her daughter's hair to one side, leaned over and kissed her gently at the base of the neck.

Kelly inhaled sharply, and goose bumps raised up on her skin.

"Did that feel good?"

Kelly nodded. 'Feel good' wasn't quite adequate. Her nipples were tingling, now as hard and erect as they'd ever been, and she could feel her pussy beginning to throb, too.

Billie smiled, tugged at the collar of her daughter's robe and kissed the exposed skin racing from her neck to her shoulder. She pulled the robe further, completely baring her daughter's shoulder and kissing the top edge of her shoulder.

"Mom..."

Kelly's stomach was knotted up. All at once, she was awash with a sense of dread at what was happening. What was happening? And then there was the mounting pleasure as her mother was starting to make love to her.

That's what this was, right? No one had ever kissed her skin so softly, warm or tenderly. If her mother kept at it, she'd soon have Kelly as horny as her father had made her last night, to say nothing of the fact that her robe was pulling open and her breast was now exposed.

"What is it, baby?" Billie released her daughter's hand and swept her fingers across Kelly's bare upper chest and tugged at the other side of her robe.

Kelly inhaled sharply as she felt the robe slide from her other shoulder, leaving her suddenly naked as her mother pulled at the cloth, the single tie slipping away and her robe sliding down her arms.

"Mom,... mmmm... that feels really good." Kelly closed her eyes and sighed as her mother's fingers danced lovingly down her bare back.

"You need to remember this," Billie said, "the next time you have your father brush your hair."

"Daddy likes to brush my hair, Mom."

"I know," Billie said, kissing her daughter's bare shoulder again. "He likes brushing mine, too. And he likes kissing me like this, too."

Kelly sighed again as her mother's lips slowly caressed her skin. Would Daddy kiss her like this? He would never pull her robe open, would he? Or her pajama top? Would he pull that open? Could she make her top seem to slip from her shoulder and entice him into it?

"Most important, though," Billie said, "is that you understand the arousing effect this kind of contact can have on you."

"Uh-huh."

"It's kind of like a key that unlocks a lock. And once boys find your key, they'll try and talk you into doing all sorts of things."

"But, Momma..."

Momma. Kelly hadn't called her momma in ages. Kelly's guard was dropping rapidly. Billie could hear the airiness in her voice as Kelly shifted on the couch, turning to face her, suddenly naked as she pulled free from her robe.

"All I did was kiss daddy. All I did was ask him to kiss me."

"I know, baby," Billie said, scooting to the edge of the couch. "But it's the way you kissed each other. Do you understand that?"

Kelly and her mother looked at one another silently for a moment before Kelly finally nodded her head slowly up and down.

"Kiss me like you kissed your father."

Kelly blinked hard.

"You want me to kiss you?"

"Just like your father did."

"Exactly the same way?"

Billie nodded, closed her eyes, puckered her lips and leaned her head forward.

Kelly's heart pounded in her chest. Her nipples felt almost like someone was pinching them, and there was a fire burning down between her legs.

Slowly, she reached up with young fingers and stroked at her mother's face. Billie smiled, then bit at her lip to keep from giggling. 

Her daughter's touch was gentle. It was as if... as if she were slowly drawing her closer.

Kelly placed her lips gently against her mother's. Billie's lips reacted, and Kelly kissed her again, her lips parted. Billie drew in a deep breath, opening her mouth, and in the next instant, her daughter's tongue was sweeping in and their mouths were molded together.

Billie gasped and her fingers stumbled for purchase as she touched, then grabbed at her daughter, first finding a leg and then an arm.

Kelly fell forward, her robe slipping from around her waist, and Billie fell back, her arms surrounding her daughter as they landed against the couch, a sudden tangle of arms and legs with a splash of naked flesh on top.

Their mouths parted suddenly as Kelly and her mother locked eyes. They giggled.

"Just like that?" Billie asked, settling onto her knees, forcing herself to draw her breath slowly and evenly. "That's how you and your father kissed?"

Kelly nodded.

"Just like that, Momma." Kelly pushed herself up and sat back, legs spread as she leaned back.

Billie swallowed hard. Her heart was racing. It was like an electric shock had passed through her body. Was that what Martin experienced?

"Is that how David kissed you?"

Kelly laughed and shook her head as she looked at her mother. Billie sat up, shoulder bare, as was the swath of skin trailing down to the top of her breast. Kelly leaned forward and kissed her mother's shoulder softly, turned her head to the side and kissed her on the neck.

"No, Mom. That is most definitely not how David kissed me." Kelly hugged her mother and kissed her softly on the neck again, just like her mother had done to her. "He may have been trying to kiss me like that, but he failed miserably."

"Mmmm." Billie breathed in deep and pulled her daughter into her lap as she stroked at her daughter's bare flesh, one hand on her thigh, the other on her upper back. Kelly was a quick study in giving affection, and Billie could feel a warm glow sweeping over her body as her daughter's lips molded against the bare skin of her neck.

"Then we don't have to worry about him at all, do we?" Billie asked.

"No. Not at all." Kelly sat up and looked at her mother.

Billie kissed the top of Kelly's shoulder; her fingers rested lightly against her daughter's skin.

"Do you understand how you can be playing with fire depending on how you kiss someone or allow yourself to be kissed?"

Kelly nodded.

"Do you?" Billie asked. She'd thought she understood that when she was her daughter's age. "You're young, sweetheart, and you have all these hormones racing through your body." Billie pushed her daughter back against the couch, leaned forward and kissed the bare skin above her breast and watched as Kelly curled her fingers tightly into fists as she drew in a couple of rapid, shallow breaths. She knew now she'd known nothing when she'd been this young.

"And when you're kissing someone, or when they're kissing you, it can be enough to send you into overdrive and stir desire deep within you." 

Kelly bit her lip and nodded. The last two nights had been lessons in that with her father, and her mother was teaching her more of the same with every passing second.

"Once you get started," Billie said, kissing lower on Kelly's chest and dipping a hand in between her thighs, "it can be very hard, almost impossible to stop."

Kelly nodded, gasping, her breath coming a little harder, her mouth starting to get dry. What was her mother doing to her? 

It was a stupid question. She knew what her mother was doing. Didn't she? But why was she doing it?

"You'll find yourself..." Billie brought her lips down onto the gently slope of Kelly's breast, her hair brushing against her daughter's bare skin. "...not wanting to say 'no' or 'stop.'"

Kelly arched her back, all but thrusting herself at her mother.

"And you might even find yourself wanting something you never would have dreamed of wanting before." 

Billie's lips closed around the puff of her daughter's nipple, and she slowly drew a finger up along Kelly's inner thigh as she drew in her breath, gasping and grabbing at the couch. She was so close. She could feel the heat radiating from her little girl's ripe sex. Martin hadn't been intimate with her like this.

What, she wondered, were they both missing?

Billie's finger was suddenly hot and wet as she touched her daughter, plunging her finger into Kelly's swollen pussy.

Kelly moaned and grabbed at her mother, not pushing her away, but lost in the sudden sensation of her sex being penetrated.

"Ohgawd, Momma... ohhh..." Kelly pushed her head back against the couch as she felt her mother's finger slide in between her pussy lips.

Billie raised her head up, absorbing the look of sheer ecstasy on her daughter's face as she slid her finger out and then back in against her daughter's wet, molten skin.

"You like that, baby?"

Kelly nodded, her mouth hanging open and her eyes glazed with lust.

"You... you stopped."

"I know, sweetheart," Billie said, leaning forward. "Sometimes you have to be teased a bit first." She slid the tip of her finger into the slick folds of Kelly's pussy and rubbed thumb against the skin around her clit, smiling as Kelly gasped and closed her eyes again. "And sometimes, your pleasure comes in new and exciting ways."

Billie shoved herself back, leaned forward and kissed Kelly's stomach open mouthed, her tongue wet against her daughter's skin. Slowly, she marched down her daughter's torso until her lips grazed the slope of Kelly's pubic mound.

"Do you want me to stop?" She breathed the question against her daughter's inner thigh and smiled when Kelly shook her head.

"No, Momma, don't stop," Kelly said, breathing hard and grabbing for her mother's hand, trying to hold it against her pussy. "That feels really good. Please don't stop."

Billie smiled and lowered herself again, pressing her lips against Kelly's skin, slowly dragging her tongue down the slope to her daughter's swollen sex and gently tracing a circle around her swollen, red clit.

Kelly moaned and writhed against her mother, and as Billie pressed her advance, Kelly dropped a foot to the floor, opening herself further to her mother.

"Your father hasn't kissed you like this, has he?" Billie asked as her lips closed around the swollen folds of Kelly's cunt and sucked gently.

Kelly shook her head and her fingers danced across her mother's shoulders, beginning to tug at her mother's top.

"Nobody has, Momma." 

Kelly grabbed at her mother's shirt and pulled at it, gathering the cloth up in her hands, and Billie pulled her lips from her daughter's pussy, smiling as she started to sit up.

"This is getting in the way a bit, isn't it?" she said, raising up, grabbing the hem of her shirt and lifting it up over her head. 

Kelly smiled and nodded as her mother's breasts came into view, and she watched them sway with her mother's movements. Billie stood up as she tossed her shirt to the side, and a moment later, she slid her pants down, noticing that Kelly was fingering herself and playing with a nipple as she stared at her mother's panties.

Billie shifted on her feet so she was directly facing Kelly, and she slowly shoved her panties down from her hips, exposing herself to her daughter. Billie had a bit more pubic hair than her daughter, but not much, and as she crawled back onto the couch, again planting a knee between her daughter's thighs, Kelly reached up and stroked her hand up between her mother's legs, her eyes darting up to catch the movement of her breasts.

Billie leaned forward, hovering over her daughter, supporting herself with one hand, reaching down with the other to cradle her daughter's head, and then lowering herself until...

"Yes, baby, that's it." Billie gasped as Kelly's lips found her nipple, and a moment later she moaned as her daughter sucked her breast in, ravenous beyond what she'd been as a child.

Billie remembered suckling her children with fondness, and some of the warmest moments she and Martin had shared when their children were young had involved him holding her as their daughters nursed.

This was different, and Billie panted as her daughter sucked her hardening nipple. She was hungry, and Billie held her to her breast, feeding a different need than she'd fed when her daughter had been younger.

"Oh, baby, yes... suck it..." Billie sighed, content, and then she gasped as Kelly slid a hand in between her thighs and touched her. "Ohhh..."

Billie pushed her daughter back and kissed her. Kelly melted in her mother's arms and laid back against the couch as Billie once more slid a hand down between her daughter's thighs.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" Billie asked. She slowly curled her finger just inside the edge of her daughter's pussy. "Do you want momma to make you cum?"

"Yesss, momma..." Kelly swallowed hard and panted as she spread her legs apart. "I want you to make me cum."

Billie smiled and began to masturbate her daughter again, slowly stroking her and caressing her, gently suckling her breasts and bathing her skin with kisses.

"Ohhh... momma... momma... ohhh... fuck me, momma... ohhh..."

Kelly arched her back, yielding herself to her mother's touch, and then her orgasm consumed her.

Trembling and shaking, she clung to her mother, and Billie pulled her daughter close, wrapping her arms around her and holding her as she panted.

Thirty minutes later, they were still on the couch, Billie laying on her back, Kelly laying in her mother's arms, her hand gently caressing her mother's breast.

"So, momma... when I'm kissing a boy, and when things start to get..."

"Out of control?"

"Yeah, out of control." Or not, Kelly thought. She'd made herself cum before, but it had never been anything like how her mother had made her feel. Or how her daddy could make her feel.

"When things start to get out of control, if I don't want to stop, but I don't want to go all the way..."

Billie raised her daughter's head so they were looking eye to eye.

"Sweetheart, you should never let anyone make you do anything you don't want to do. Any boy, any man who loves you will never force you to do anything. As for going all the way,..."




Unintentional Lolita Ch. 04



"You and daddy don't want me to do that, do you?"

Billie drew in a deep breath and sighed.

"We know you're going to sooner or later," she said, stroking her daughter's hair. "We just want you to be sure you're ready when you do it, and we really hope that it's with someone you love."

"Someone I love?" Kelly pushed up and looked at her mother. "Why is that so important, Momma?"

"Because, sweetheart, the people that love you will always want the best for you, and they'll always look out for you, and anyone you share a bed with, especially if you love them... you'll be closer to that person than anybody else."

"Like you are with Daddy."

Billie nodded and smiled.

"But when things start to get a little wild," she said, "you need to be prepared to handle it. It's better that you set your boundaries before you ever go out and then stick with them."

"But what if...?"

"But if you go past those boundaries?"

Kelly bit her lip and nodded. "What do I do when the guy cums so that I don't get it all over me? Can I put a condom on his... thing?"

Billie laughed and nodded. "You can. Though, I'll tell you, baby, that most men, when you put a condom on them, they expect they're going to fuck you and cum inside you."

"But that's why they'd be wearing a condom; so they wouldn't cum inside me!"

Billie laughed again. "Yes, sweetheart. Their semen would fill up the condom, but they'd still cum, or orgasm inside you."

"So they wouldn't let me give them a hand job with one on? I wouldn't mind doing that. I just don't want to get their cum all over me."

"I don't know sweetheart; part of that would depend on the young man, but there are lots of ways to make sure you don't get it all over you. And besides, I know you think it's just a gooey mess you're getting all over you, but at some point, you may think otherwise; you may actually look forward to making a man cum and having him spray his seed all over you."

Kelly sighed and laid her head down on her mother's chest again. There were so many things to learn; so much she wanted to know.

What would it feel like to have a penis inside her? What would it feel like to feel a man cum inside her? And would she ever want a man to cum all over her? Like her mother said she would?

"Momma?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Would you show me how to put on a condom?"

Billie looked at her daughter and swallowed hard. And then she shook her head.

"I would, sweetie," she said, "but we don't have any."

It was a lie. 

There were two she had carefully tucked away in her vanity, left over from a not successful play session she and Martin had enjoyed some time ago. She wasn't even sure they were still any good. They had an expiration date, right?

"And besides," Billie said, "didn't they teach you about that at school?"

Kelly rolled her eyes and nodded.

"Yeah. They put one on this deformed looking cucumber. It was so lame. I was kind of hoping that could be something I could learn about here at home."

Billie swallowed hard and held her daughter's head against her breast, hoping, praying that Kelly couldn't hear her heart racing. 

"Well, sweetie, it may have been lame, but at least you know how it's supposed to be done."

"I guess," Kelly replied, hugging her mother tightly.

She took a deep breath and held it. She could hear her mother's heart beating; racing.

They clutched at each other with sudden alarm as they heard a key in the lock.

"Get up, sweetie," Billie said, pushing her daughter up and away from her. "You need to get to your room before your father comes in."

Kelly slid off the couch and bent down to grab her robe up off of the floor.

"Don't worry about that right now," Billie said. "Go straight to bed; we'll take care of that in the morning."

Billie's eyes widened as she heard the door close and keys drop on the counter, and she swatted at her daughter, urging her from the living room.

Kelly stumbled to her feet as they heard the door close, and with awkward steps, she made her way across the living room and headed to bed.

It was quiet when I entered the house, too quiet, in fact, and then I heard some stirring and hushed words.

I closed the door behind me, locking it, and dropped my keys on the counter as I headed toward the living room.

I stopped frozen in place and my mouth dropped open, my eyes just catching sight of Kelly's bare bottom as she pranced out of the living room. 

I looked over to where Billie lay, sprawled back on the couch, her legs spread just far enough apart that one foot was resting on the floor. I glanced quickly at the coffee table; three empty bottles of wine; two empty glasses.

It wasn't hard to do the math, but I wasn't sure I wanted to, either. 

"What the...?" was all I could manage to spit out as I looked over to the couch.

Billie had one arm was draped across the back of the sofa; her other hand rested between her legs, her fingers gently stroking her pussy.

I had no idea what I'd just walked in on, and at the moment, pure lust-driven desire was overriding the desire to know. I could feel my cock swelling to instant hardness, and I suddenly felt a little dizzy, a rush of warmth flushing my neck and face as a tingle swept through my body.

"Come here," Billie said, keeping the fingers of her one hand busy playing with herself while the fingers of her other hand beckoned me to her.

It was like a siren's call, and I almost tripped over my own feet as I started to close the distance between us.

"What... what's going on here?" I asked, finally finding my voice again.

"What's going on is that I want you."

Billie sat up and reached for my belt; my eyes dropped to glimpse what her hand had been covering.

Her pussy was red and swollen, glistening with moisture, and as she reached for me, her breasts swayed, her nipples, too, red and...

I felt my balls tighten and my stomach twist. Her nipples looked just like that when they were sucked. 

Billie unzipped my pants and began to push them down as my brain started to connect the dots.

Kelly and her mother had... Kelly had sucked Billie's tits...

"I want to suck your cock," Billie said.

My balls suddenly felt heavy; like I hadn't had sex in weeks and needed to cum really, really hard.

I somehow managed to tear off my shirt while Billie pushed down my jeans and boxers, and then I stepped free, kicking them away from my body, and stood naked in front of her as she grabbed my throbbing erection.

"But, Kelly..." I looked over toward the hallway where our daughter had disappeared what seemed like forever ago. If she were to peer back into the living room, she'd get a real eyeful.

"I sent her to bed," Billie said.

And then she slid forward on the couch, opening her mouth and swallowing the head of my cock in between her lips.

I groaned as she began to make love to me with her mouth, and as she slid under me and cupped my balls, beginning to gently coax me toward orgasm, I plowed my fingers into her hair, moaning and sighing with pleasure as her lips and tongue worked their magic on me.

"Baby, that feels sooo good."

Billie grunted. She knew what she was doing, she knew exactly the effect she was having on me, and she wanted me to enjoy it.

"Ohhh... ohhh, yeah... ohhh... yeah, baby... get ready..."

I staggered a bit as I spread my feet apart, steadying myself. Billie knew what was coming. When she gives me a blow job and I'm standing up, when I start cumming, she holds still and I fuck her mouth, flooding her with semen.

Billie pulled back, suddenly gasping for air and grasping my cock firmly, holding me in such a way that she wasn't doing anything to stimulate me. Holding me in such a way that I couldn't thrust against her and make myself cum, either.

My cock throbbed, pulsing in her hand, so close to orgasm, yet not quite there.

"What are you doing?" I asked, wide-eyed with disbelief.

Billie looked up at me, smiled, and then looked back down at my throbbing penis. She looked up at me again and smiled as she took the tip of her index finger and drew it slowly through the pre-cum oozing from the head of my cock.

She let go of me and stood up, grasping my hip for support, and looking me in the eye as she did it, she wiped her fingertip along her lips, painting them with my pre-cum.

And then she leaned up and kissed me, pressing her lips firmly against mine and almost immediately thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

I grabbed her by the hips and thrust at her as her tongue swirled against mine, allowing me to taste wine, a hint of my semen and... what else was I tasting?

She'd done enough to delay my orgasm that I needed to build back to release again, and now my balls were aching with eagerness to release a torrent of cum.

Billie pulled her lips from mine and pushed herself back from me.

"You need to go kiss your daughter goodnight," she said, looking up at me.

I swallowed hard.

I was naked. My cock was erect and throbbing. Surely I smelled like sex by now. 

And she wanted me to go and kiss our daughter goodnight?

"Now? I'm naked, and..."

"I know," Billie said, nodding. "She is, too. But she's in bed. She's probably asleep by now, and it's dark and she won't be able to see anything."

I stood there, my feet planted in place, unable to move.

"Go," Billie said, stepping back. "Kiss her goodnight."

I took a step toward our daughter's room.

"And when you come back, I want you to fuck me and fill me with cum."

I'd taken a couple of steps; I stopped and turned to look at her, my cock swaying in front of me.

Billie lay back on the couch, her legs spread apart, and I watched as she shoved the finger that had painted the lips of her mouth in between the lips of her pussy.

I turned back toward the hallway that led to our daughter's bedroom.

Kelly dashed to her bed and slid under the covers, throwing herself back against the bed, wishing for sleep and knowing it was nowhere near her.

Her mother had told her to go to bed when her father had returned home, and she dashed out of the living room an instant before he'd walked in.

One thought had run amok in her mind as she'd halted herself in the hallway outside her bedroom. 

Had daddy seen her running for her room?

And then she'd stopped and turned around, curious and eager to see what her mother was going to do.

Kelly's heart had skipped a beat and her stomach had gone to butterflies as she watched her mother undress her father, and she'd gasped as her mother had grasped her father's penis and begun to suck it.

Kelly had heard some of the girls at school talk about giving their boyfriends blow jobs, and a lot of them said they only did because their boyfriends liked it so much. She'd felt her pussy getting wet again and her body tingle as she watched her mother suck her father's cock. Kelly had listened through her parents door as they'd had sex, but she'd never seen anything like this before.

Her mother really seemed to enjoy what she was doing, and her father was clearly enjoying it as well.

And then her mother suddenly stopped what she was doing.

Her father had a stunned look on his face. His cock was even harder than it had been when he'd gotten undressed. It was almost as if it were alive, throbbing and pulsing with each beat of her father's heart.

And then he turned to look straight at her.

Her mother had turned down the lights in the living room, so he couldn't see her, could he?

"You need to go kiss your daughter goodnight."

Her mother's words sent a chill through her. A brief moment passed; it seemed like an eternity.

And then her father was walking towards her.

Kelly forced herself to breathe deep and let it out slowly, trying to calm herself as she dashed to her room.

Her pussy was soaking wet again, her nipples were tingling and her pulse was racing.

And then the shadow of her father's naked form stood in the open doorway of her room.

Come kiss me, daddy, she thought. Come kiss your little girl goodnight.

My stomach was twisted into a knot as I stood in the doorway. 

If Kelly was asleep, then I was torn over nothing. I'd be able to bend down, kiss her on the cheek, and be gone back to fuck my wife.

If my youngest daughter was awake, though, she'd pull me onto her bed, make me sit down. And she'd sit up, and we would hug each other.

Would her hand drift down to find me naked? Would her hand accidentally find its way to my swollen, throbbing penis? Would I feel her naked skin beneath my fingertips?

A thousand other questions rushed through my mind as I forced myself to step across the threshold into her room, ginger footfalls leading me closer to her bed.

"Daddy?"

My heart stopped at the sound of my daughter's sleepy voice. Was I waking her up, or had she not been to sleep yet?

"Yes, baby?" I replied as my leg brushed against the side of her bed.

Kelly reached up and grabbed at my hand, pulling me down to sit on the edge of her bed as she sat up.

The sheet fell from her body, and as we embraced, both of us gasped as Kelly's breasts crushed up against my chest.

I kissed her on the forehead.

"I just came to kiss you goodnight, baby girl."

"Mmmm." Kelly sighed and kissed my shoulder. "I know you can give me a better goodnight kiss than that, daddy."

Kelly looked up at me, faint traces of light just reflecting in the moisture coating her eyes.

Her hands, wrapped around my lower back, turned loose, drifting down his sides, pausing for a moment as her wrists came into contact with skin where there was normally a waistband.

And then her hands drifted farther down as her lustful curiosity got the better of her, and a moment later, her fingers were grazing the naked skin of his hips and her thumbs were stroking atop my thighs, mere inches from my throbbing erection.

Touch it, I thought to myself. Move your hands a little closer and touch it.

I raised my hands to her face, cupping her chin in my fingers and I kissed her. Kelly opened her mouth as our lips molded together, and as she thrust her tongue forward to meet mine, she pulled her far hand towards her, letting it drift over the top of my thigh.

And her fingertips grazed my cock.

Both of us gasped, and she jerked her hand away as though she'd been jolted.

"I'm sorry, daddy." Her voice was a whisper.

"It's okay, baby." I kissed her again and slid a hand down the back of her arm, and with a slight nudge of pressure from my fingertips to the back of her elbow, she touched me again.

I slid my tongue into her mouth, and Kelly moaned as she slowly wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

The fingers of her other hand dug into my thigh as she kissed me back, and she slowly began to stroke up the length of my turgid shaft.

I pulled my lips from hers and gasped as her hand slid up over the head of my swollen penis.

"You'd better not do that," I said, breathing hard. "Your mother's waiting on me."

Kelly giggled and leaned up as she kissed me again.

"Okay, daddy."

She laid back against the bed, her bare skin sliding against my hands as I let go of her, and then I stood up, leaning forward to kiss her goodnight one last time.

"Good night, baby," I said, planting my lips gently on her cheek.

"Good night, daddy." 

Part of me was glad it was dark in her room; she couldn't see how embarrassed I must have looked. On the other hand, part of me wanted her to see my swollen penis, and I hesitated for just a moment as I headed out of her room; there was just enough light to silhouette me for an instant, my cock jutting forward as it throbbed.

I slowly made my way back toward the living room, stroking my cock with anticipation. 

Would Kelly crawl out of bed and steal back to her spot in the hallway to watch me fuck her mother?

Billie sat on the couch facing the hallway, her legs lecherously spread apart as I reentered the living room.

She smiled at me as she saw I was still rock hard.

"She wasn't asleep yet, was she?" Billie asked as she slid off of the couch and stood up.

I shook my head and caught Billie's hand in mine as she started toward our bedroom.

"Here."

Billie looked up at me, her eyes glazed with lust and her chest heaving. "Here? Now?"

I nodded and Billie turned away from me as I urged her toward the chair.

"You wanted her to watch you suck me."

Billie nodded and looked back at me.

"I want her to watch me take you."

Billie leaned forward and grabbed the arm of the chair. 

"You're going to let your little girl watch you fuck me."

"Yeah." I grabbed Billie's hip with one hand and my cock with the other.

"I'm really wet, baby." 

"Good." I pushed my cock down between her ass cheeks and felt my swollen head slip in against her pussy.

"She's gonna get to see you make me cum."

"Uh-huh." I groaned as the head of my cock slipped in between her sodden, swollen pussy lips.

"Ohhh... and she's gonna get to see you cum inside of me."

I thrust forward, burying my cock in Billie's pussy, and then I grasped her hips and leaned forward, bringing my lips close to her ear.

"She touched my cock," I said.

"Ohhh..." Billie ground back against me. "Did you make her touch you, or did she reach for you?"

I pulled back and slid my cock into her again.

"She reached for me." I ground against Billie and she moaned. "And she started to stroke me."

"You wanted her to make you cum."

I thrust into Billie again, my balls heavy and beginning to ache. I closed my eyes and thought about Kelly's lips pressed against mine, her breasts pressed against me and her hand wrapping around my cock.

My cock felt like it was under tension, my balls felt as though they were about to burst.

And I felt my orgasm beginning.

"She watched you sucking me earlier," I said as I thrust into her.

"I know. I figured she would."

Were my wife and daughter playing a game with me and I just didn't know the rules?

"Ohhh..." Billie clawed at the arm of the chair. "Ohgawd, Martin... fuck me..."

I pulled back until the head of my cock lay just in the open center of her pussy, and then I thrust back into her.

And I could feel my orgasm fast approaching.

"Fuck me, baby..."

The tops of my thighs smacked against the back of hers.

"Ohgawd, yes..."

I grabbed her by the hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I pulled back again, and suddenly, it was unstoppable.

"Ohhh..."

Billie moaned as I thrust into her again, urgently, with need, and my cock erupted. 

Our bodies smacked against one another as we thrust against one another, awkwardly, raggedly, as we came together, and finally, both of us spent, she sagged against the chair.

I didn't carry her to bed. Maybe I should have; she was almost completely sapped after we climaxed together.

I can tell you that she passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow, and I can tell you that she moved at least once during the night.

I just can't tell you when she moved, because I passed out pretty quickly myself.

Before I fell asleep, though, I lay awake for a bit, trying to think through what I'd seen when I came home, and trying to rationalize to myself everything that had happened after I came home.

I couldn't make sense of it, though, and finally, as slumber began to take me, I quit trying.

I closed my eyes and imagined my daughter standing in front of me naked, asking me to kiss her goodnight.

I was naked, too, and as I reached out to pull her to me, my cock was already getting hard. Then our lips touched, and my erection was throbbing between us, pressing into her belly.

She giggled, leaned back from me and looked down between us.

You're really hard, daddy, she said, wrapping her fingers around it. Can I make you cum now?

I sighed and relaxed, giving myself to sleep. It was all in my imagination, this business between my youngest daughter and me. All except the part about my cock being hard.




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Let me know what you think about this chapter; it's a little bit of a change from my normal territory...



Unintentional Lolita Ch. 05



It's a new year, and time to get back to our story. All characters are 18 years of age or older... and thanks, DB... 

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The next morning, Billie groaned and pulled the covers over her head when the sunlight invaded our bedroom. It was well after ten o'clock before she finally got up and staggered into the kitchen. I looked up over the paper as she downed first one, then two glasses of water with some aspirin before pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"Good morning," I said, laying down the paper. "Would you mind..."

Billie raised a finger to her lips for silence as we heard Kelly bump against the doorway as she entered the living room.

She mouthed the word 'later,' and I understood she wasn't completely avoiding the topic of the night before; she just wanted to discuss it without prying ears.

"Is it really ten-fifteen?" Kelly asked as she slid into a chair at the table. 

I peered across the table at her, noticing a large swath of bare skin at the neckline of her robe as she tried to hold it closed about her. She was naked beneath it; I was sure of it.

"It is," Billie replied. "Did you sleep well?"

Kelly nodded weakly, her face rubbing against her folded hands as she yawned. "I think so, anyway. I've got this headache, though. And why is it so bright outside?"

I smiled, and as I started to say something smart, Billie swatted my arm and gave me a scolding look. 

"It's bright outside because it's daylight. Maybe today your father can see to rake up the leaves from under the shrubs? Like I asked him to last week," she said, pursing her lips and giving me a soft version of 'the look.'

"I can take a hint," I said. 

I was being dismissed so the girls could talk.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Billie said, kissing me on the cheek.

I left the two of them in the kitchen. Billie had mentioned the leaves under the shrubs to me the week prior. Raking them now would give the two of them a good chance to talk.

An hour later, I was done with the leaves and I came in to find Billie fresh out of the shower and brushing her hair. She waved me into the bathroom and had me close the door behind me as she leaned against the bathroom counter.

"So. What would you like to know about last night?"

"Hmmm... where to begin." I threw my hands up and began to get undressed for my own shower. "I don't know. For starters, you told me to go watch a football game, which you never do."

"I know," Billie said, nodding.

"And when I came home, you were both naked and..."

"I know."

I shrugged.

"And then you give me a blow-job in the living room, stopping just as I'm about to cum..."

Billie nodded, smiling and biting at her lip.

"And then you told me to go kiss Kelly good night. Naked."

Billie looked down and took a deep breath.

"You left out the part about me licking your pre-cum and licking your lips with it before sending you in to kiss her."

"Yeah." My cock was swelling as I remembered each element to the previous night's excitement.

"Remember Allyson?"

"Allyson?"

Billie nodded. "Allyson. Red hair. Really cute butt, white alabaster skin, freckles streaked across her face and shoulders?"

Allyson?

Billie brought her hands up and cupped her breasts. "Awesome tits, with those perky little nipples?"

"Red-headed Allyson...?"

Billie smiled and nodded, and my cock began to throb. Allyson and Billie had been friends long before Billie and I began to date; they still talked on the phone regularly, and we always got a Christmas card from her and her family. 

I'd walked in on the two of them, naked in bed together one day. Billie was on her back, legs spread, and Allyson, oblivious to my interruption, had her ass in the air aimed right at me as she worshipped Billie's swollen, sodden pussy. Billie had waved me back out of the room, but I'd still watched as Allyson made her come hard enough she cried. An hour later when I came back, the two of them were still naked in bed together, spooning. That was as close to a three-some as we'd ever come; Billie had beckoned me to her, and Allyson held Billie while I fucked her.

That image had burned into my mind, and Billie knew I'd masturbated to the mental image more than once. She knew, too, that I would have fucked Allyson in a second if I'd had the chance.

"Red-headed Allyson," Billie replied. "I Allyson-ed our daughter last night."

What did she mean? No... surely not.

"You... you don't mean..."

Billie nodded and bit her lip.

"When I kissed you..."

I nodded slowly.

"That wasn't just wine on my lips."

I licked my lips remembering the taste of her kiss.

"She tastes really sweet," Billie said, smiling. "Doesn't she?"

"And before you sent me to kiss her goodnight..." 

Billie nodded, smiled and bit her lip again as she looked down at the floor.

"So you sent me out of the house so you could have sex with our daughter?" I was still finding this all a little hard to comprehend.

Billie shook her head.

"I wanted to talk with her about how easy it is to get into trouble with boys depending on the way she kisses. I mean, think about it. The way the two of you have gone at it with each other..."

"Whoa. Wait a minute? Are you implying I'm trying to seduce our daughter?"

"No, honey. No." Billie took a deep breath. "But tell me the kisses you've shared with her have been purely innocent. Tell me you don't get hard kissing her."

"I..."

Billie cut me off waving her hands. 

"I know it started simple enough. We've been through that. But it's spiraling, and it's going way past that. And you're her father. You love her. Boys she meets at school and wherever else, maybe not so much."

I took a deep breath.

"Did she tell you she gave David a hand-job?"

"What?" It suddenly felt really warm and though I tried to focus, all I could conjure in my mind was an image of us sharing cookies in the kitchen as I stood between her spread legs...

Billie smiled and nodded. "It's okay..."

I shook my head and refocused on the here-and-now.

"It's okay? Some pimple faced little geek..."

"He's not pimple faced. He is a bit of a geek, though. But, let it go. That's why she was so eager to go straight to bed when she came home that night. She said he came all over her; she got some on her dress."

"What?"

Billie nodded and waved her hand. "It'll be easy enough to clean. That's not a problem." 

"Okay," I said. "But I still..."

"The two of you haven't done anything more than kiss. I get it." Billie swept wet strands of hair back from her face. "And I didn't intend for things to get out of hand like they did last night, either, believe me."

"So what happened?"

Billie took a deep breath. "Three bottles of wine, for starters. One thing led to another and... it turns out she and I have a lot in common."

"Such as?"

"You know what happens when you smother my neck and shoulders with kisses..."

I nodded and Billie raised her eyebrows and nodded as she smiled.

"And, she likes having her hair brushed, too," I said.

"You," Billie said, grabbing at my waist. "You're her father. You can't take advantage of her."

"Really? You're telling me this after what happened last night?"

Billie nodded and bit her lip. 

"She still hasn't... she's still..."

"What? Our daughter's still...?"

"A virgin."

My mouth dropped open and I drew in a slow breath.

"Amazing as it is these days, the limit of her sexual experience is getting groped by the pimple faced geek, as you called him, and being Allyson-ed by her mother."

"Wow."

"Yeah." Billie pushed her fingers through her hair as she sighed. "She and I talked over breakfast. I was really afraid that... I didn't know how she'd respond to me this morning. I was afraid it would be bad."

"And..."

Billie took a deep breath and smiled.

"And she thinks last night was awesome."

"Really?"

Billie nodded.

"She thought I was mad at her for kissing you, and then she was surprised I knew about the milk and cookies. I told her we don't keep secrets."

I nodded. "I've told her the same thing."

"So, as worried as I was about last night, as concerned as I was that everything with her was going to be a problem, it appears my concerns were for naught. The most important thing to her is that she knows we love her."

"Wow. This is going to take a little bit to digest."

Billie turned around, picked up her comb and began dragging it through her hair as I stepped into the shower. 

My mind raced a million miles an hour as I soaped up and rinsed off. What with remembering Allyson in bed with Billie, watching Kelly's cute little butt wiggle as she scampered off to bed the night before and remembering the kiss we'd shared over milk and cookies, my cock was throbbing when I came out of the shower.

I turned off the water and reached for a towel, and Billie waved a hand at the steam pouring out around me. 

"You'll never believe what she asked me last night," Billie said, leaning forward and rubbing a circle into the fogged up mirror.

"Do I really want to know?" I asked as I slid the towel around my back.

"She wanted me to show her how to apply a condom."

I caught my breath and looked at Billie in the mirror, catching her eyes in mine.

"What?"

Billie sighed and closed her eyes. That I knew of, there were two condoms in the house, and they were at least a couple of years old. They were leftovers from a less than successful experiment Billie and I had tried in the past. 

"She said they covered that in health class," Billie said. "And they did, but they used a cucumber and a banana, and it was 'really, really lame.'"

"Well?"

"Well?" Billie looked up, locked eyes with me and spun around. "You don't expect me to do it, do you? And if I did, if I didn't have a cucumber or banana I'd have to use..."

I laughed and Billie swatted at me.

"It's not funny," she said.

"Yeah, it is."

"No," she said, hitting my arm again, "it's not." 

Billie has a glass dildo; she's very fond of it. I knew it would be just right for the job.

"And besides," she said, "I told her we didn't have any condoms. And would you have wanted me to tell her why we had any to begin with? Hmmm?"

I shook my head. Billie'd gotten her tubes tied after Kelly's birth; both our daughters knew that.

"Want to know why she asked?"

"This should be good."

Billie sighed and forced herself to relax her shoulders, which suddenly felt way to tense.

"So that the next time she's giving a guy a hand job, when he cums, he won't get it all over her."

I laughed. "Really?"

Billie laughed and nodded. "I told her there would come a point in time where she doesn't mind the guy cumming all over her, and that there are other ways to solve that problem if she still wants. I didn't get a chance to tell her what those ways are, though. That was about the time you got home last night."

"What other methods were you thinking of?" I asked.

"Well, this one comes to mind," she said. 

Billie swung around, grabbed my hips and swallowed my cock into her open mouth, sliding her lips up and down my shaft.

She pulled her lips from my now glistening pole and looked up at me.

"If you'd like, I'll finish demonstrating."

It was all I could do to nod.

Billie giggled and swiped her hand gently over the head of my penis.

"She told me she touched you last night."

I nodded as Billie looked up at me.

"I figured she would, if she was still awake."

Billie leaned forward and licked at the head of my penis, and then looked up at me again.

"And, yes, I know she was watching us."

"You knew?"

Billie nodded.

"This time, I won't stop until you come," she said.

I closed my eyes and held on to her shoulders as she began to pillow my cock on her tongue, and a few minutes later, I grunted and flooded her mouth with semen.

The next week was a blur. 

We all stayed really busy, and when the next Thursday rolled around, I had the opportunity to go see Kelly's volleyball match.

She'd expressed great interest in the two of us going out on another date, and Billie had said she didn't mind, but our schedules had just been too hectic.

I arrived at the school gym after the match had already started, sliding onto the bench next to Billie, a couple of rows up almost at mid-court. She was sitting next to Margaret and had saved me a spot. I smiled and said hello as I settled my butt onto the wood bleacher seat.

I looked up as Billie slid her hand into mine; Kelly was at the far end of the court on the front row; she'd be the next server for her team. She waved at me as Pam, Margaret's daughter and Kelly's teammate, bounced the ball, preparing to put it back into play.

"They just started a couple of minutes ago," Billie said. "You haven't missed much."

"Good." 

Fact was, I'd missed plenty. For one reason or another, I'd missed more than half of Kelly's matches. The entire starting roster was made up of seniors, and they had a shot at the playoffs if they won this match and the next, and I'd vowed to be present for both.

"This is a pretty good crowd," I said. "I know they've got playoff potential, but I didn't know they were this popular."

Margaret laughed and Billie leaned over. "Look around. See all the boys here? They could care less about the volleyball. They're just here to star at the girls' butts in those shorts."

Margaret laughed again and nodded.

"Billie and I were comparing notes earlier," she said. "And it's a good thing most of these girls are eighteen."

"They are?"

Margaret nodded. "Every girl we've got on the floor right now is eighteen. Tika just had her birthday last week."

I'd have spent a couple of minutes looking for number three if she hadn't crashed to the floor diving for a ball almost right in front of us. She had pasty, almost ghost-white skin, black hair, dark painted nails and lips that had started bright red earlier, but like her eye make-up, they were fading under duress.

"I guess you could say Tika is going through a bit of a Goth stage. You know, dark clothes, vampires, all of that. Pam tells me she has a wicked tattoo across her lower back."

I nodded and watched as Tika slowly made her way back into position.

"Billie and I were talking about it earlier," Margaret said. "As aggravating as it is to know that all of these guys are here just to stare at our daughters' asses, it's kind of funny to watch some them get up with erections and try to walk out of here like nothing is going on."

It's not that I'd been oblivious to the visual aspects of women's volleyball, beach variety, especially, but I'd never had my attention really focused on it, and I realized my cock was beginning to swell as my eyes began to lock on the various spandex covered rear ends.

Kelly's team, clad in green, bumped, set and spiked the ball. The other team, clad in maroon shirts and black shorts, returned it. The ball sailed back across the net three more times before Kelly's team claimed another point, and as Kelly hopped back to her position, I realized I was staring at her ass.

Billie squeezed my hand and whispered into my ear. 

"Don't be so obvious."

I swallowed hard and nodded.

Easier said than done.

A few minutes later, it was impossible.

Both teams had cycled their players half-way through their rotation pattern, and now, as Kelly's team prepared to put the ball into play again, I found myself staring at Pam's ass. 

The shorts had an inseam of maybe half an inch, and what with the way they'd crawled into the crack of Pam's ass, they were so snug, it was like they'd been painted on.

Pam bent over, thrusting her ass back at us and Margaret gasped.

"What?" Billie asked.

Margaret shook her head and covered her mouth with her hand.

"I really hope she has a thong on," she said.

"What?" Billie asked.

My eyebrows went up. Did she say 'thong'?

Margaret nodded. "You know how bad the panty-lines are with those shorts. Pam told me a lot of the girls are going commando under them; I told her she'd better at least wear a thong."

Billie's eyes widened, and she looked down at the court, her eyes darting from Pam to Kelly and then looking over at me.

"I think Kelly's in the same boat as Pam," Margaret said.

Whether that boat was the 'commando patrol' or the 'me staring at her ass' luxury cruise, the answer was yes; they were in the same boat, and as Kelly's team rotated again, I now found myself staring at my own daughter's spandex covered rear end., and just like with Pam, the shorts might as well have been painted on.

She leaned forward and the cloth stretched even tighter. Billie clenched my hand as she realized the same thing I did; Kelly was naked beneath her shorts. 

Just like with Pam, the shorts might as well have been painted on. Not only was there no panty-line; there was a tight, smooth curve of spandex against her body profiling her bare, naked pussy.

Kelly squatted down, stretching, and I quickly allowed my eyes to dart up to Pam's ass.

I swallowed hard. The two hottest asses on the volleyball court, and they were both right in front of me.

"A little awkward when it's your daughter all but naked in front of you like that, isn't it?" Margaret asked, sensing my discomfort.

I nodded. "You have no idea."

My cock was hard now, and I shifted awkwardly, trying to ease my condition.

But it didn't work, and by the time the match ended, I was more than ready to head home.

Our team had won, and it was all I could do not to stare at the bouncing boobs and butts as our scantily clad girls celebrated.

"Daddy!" Kelly all but leapt into my arms and kissed me. "I'm so glad you made it."

"Me, too, sweetie. I wouldn't have missed this for anything."

"Are you going anywhere before you come home?" Billie asked.

Kelly nodded.

"I'm gonna hit the shower, and then I think we're going out for pizza."

Billie nodded and kissed Kelly on the cheek. "Don't be too late. Be careful, and we'll see you at home, sweetie."

Kelly nodded and smiled, then bounded away, and Margaret turned toward us as Pam followed our daughter and the rest of the team off of the gym floor.

"It's a shame Ted wasn't here," Billie said. "That was a good match."

Margaret nodded and then shook her head. "He's been acting really odd lately. There's something going on with him these days; I'm just not sure what it is."

We followed Margaret out to her car and waved goodbye as we made our way to our own ride home, and that's when Billie told me she wanted to invite them over for Thanksgiving.

"Okay," I replied. "Any particular reason?"

"They don't have family coming in, we don't have family coming in; Kelly and Pam used to do a lot together when they were younger; they're still good friends. It'll be fun."

"Uh huh..."

"Margo and I used to trade off dropping and picking the girls up during the girl-scout years. You and Ted used to carry all those boxes of cookies. How do you not remember all of that?

"Remember when Kelly was in eighth grade health and they had the sugar babies?"

I laughed and nodded. Kelly had been 'mom' to a four pound bag of sugar for what seemed like a month, but was in fact only a couple of weeks. Her bag of sugar had been a rectangular caricature by the time she got done decorating it, bow in its 'hair', rosy red cheeks, and dainty painted toe-nails. She'd almost cried at the end of the experience when Billie had emptied the sugar into a cupboard bowl. Kelly still had the bag somewhere.

"Okay. Pam was the girl that she tag-teamed babysitting with for the two weeks. We had her over for dinner three nights; Kelly was at her house almost as much. I know you remember her. The differences between her now and then, is now, she wears her hair down, a little longer than Kelly's and it's curled; then, it was straight and pulled back in a pony. And of course, now, too, she's a little more developed."




Unintentional Lolita Ch. 05



Billie pulled her hands to her breasts, cupping them, pointing out, in case I'd missed it, that our friends' daughter had blossomed into full womanhood, as had our own little girl.

"But I don't have to tell you that; you spent half the evening gawking at her ass."

"I did not!"

Billie laughed and reached over to cover my crotch with her hand. "You're not hard from looking at me all night long. Your eyes were either glued to Kelly's ass or Pam's."

I cranked up the car and Billie leaned back into her seat.

"Not that I can blame you," she said. "Those shorts. I know they're right size, but, ohmygosh they're tight."

"They are indeed." My cock was getting hard again thinking about it.

"She's lucky I'll probably be in bed by the time she gets home. I had half a mind to yank Kelly's down and smack her rear end for not wearing anything under them."

I looked over at her as we pulled out of the parking lot.

"You'd have liked that, wouldn't you?"

I took a deep breath. "I'm not saying a word."

Billie leaned over, grasped my erection again, then leaned up and kissed me.

"You don't need to," she said, smiling.

We arrived home a few minutes later, and Billie grabbed my hand the instant we closed the door behind us, slipping her hand between us and pressing it against my groin.

"If the idea of a quickie to take care of this had crossed your mind, forget it," she said.

My brain had been a little too numb to think of anything other than nubile young rear ends clad in spandex, but her hand clutching my resurgent erection brought me back to reality.

"And don't go taking matters into your own hand, either," she said, kissing me on the cheek and turning away from me.

"Any particular reason why?" I asked.

Billie spun around on her heels and leaned back against the doorway as she nodded.

"Because that's my job."

I followed my wife into the bedroom where we slowly undressed, and then, crawling onto the bed, Billie positioned herself and patted a spot on the bed beside her. 

"Sit right here."

I did, and for the next hour, Billie was relentless, teasing me to the point of bursting and then stopping just long enough for my arousal to subside so she could start over again. By the time we heard the kitchen door open, Billie had stroked and sucked my cock until it was swollen, red and hard enough to drive nails. She'd kissed me with enough of my pre-cum on her lips and tongue that I could taste myself, and my balls were beginning to ache.

"You wait here; don't move," she said, sliding off of the bed and grabbing up her robe. 

She was still pulling it on when she disappeared through our bedroom door, leaving it cracked enough for me to eavesdrop.

I slid off the bed and padded quietly toward the door, and as it turned out, it was cracked enough that I could see almost as well as I could hear.

Kelly stood there, book bag over her shoulder and gym bag in hand. Her hair was no longer pulled back in a pony, and after taking her shower, she'd slipped back into her jeans; I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as I gazed at the pleasantly round shape of her ass.

"I thought you weren't going to be that long coming home," Billie said.

Kelly stopped and spun on her heels, sighing. 

"I told you we were going out for pizza. And it's not that late, mom."

"It's after ten o'clock."

"I know."

"Do you have any homework?"

"I got everything done before the game. And after the game... coach gave us this pep talk about how, if we'll just try a little harder..."

Kelly shook her head. "We're all so tired of hearing it, that after tonight's match, the best thing she could have done is told us 'good game' and sent us home."

"She is your coach, sweetie, and you did play really well."

"I'm glad daddy was able to make it to the game."

"He was really glad, too. Go ahead and get ready for bed, sweetie." Billie hugged Kelly and kissed her goodnight. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Momma. Is daddy going to kiss me goodnight?"

"He will. I'll send him to kiss you goodnight in a couple of minutes. But first, I wanted to ask you about something."

"Okay."

"Are you wearing any underwear?"

Kelly's mouth dropped open and she nodded her head slowly.

"Were you wearing any underwear during the match tonight?"

My cock twitched as Kelly's face turned red.

"You were out there on the volleyball court prancing around in a pair of shorts so thin that we can see every detail of your body. And you did it without any underwear on under your shorts."

Kelly's mouth dropped open again and I thought her eyes were going to pop out.

"Sweetheart, I perfectly understand not wanting a panty-line beneath your shorts. I do. I really, really do. But at least a thong would cover you a little bit if anything happened. I mean, it's one thing to walk around the house in your underwear, or go without a bra; you and I both do that on occasion. I don't even care if you wear anything to bed; your father and I sleep naked more often than not. But away from the house...

"You do know why so many of the boys you go to school with come to watch your matches, don't you?" Billie asked.

Kelly's mouth dropped open as she had an epiphany.

"Because we're putting on a show for them."

Billie nodded and smiled.

"And it's a show your father really enjoyed tonight, too."

Kelly looked toward our bedroom door, and for a moment, I wondered if she could see me standing behind the door.

"Between you and Pam shaking your asses at your father, he was hard before the first game was half over, and he stayed that way until we headed home.

"You remember us talking the other night about things we do that tease men and arouse them?"

Kelly swallowed hard and nodded.

Billie smiled and nodded with her.

"Every time we could see your front... every time you bent over and thrust your ass back at us, we could see everything."

"Everything?"

Billie nodded again. "Your father was so hard earlier he could have hammered nails. And he's like that again, now."

Kelly swallowed hard and bit at her lip.

"Are you... are you upset with me?"

Billie shook her head. "No, baby. We're not upset with you. And we certainly don't object to you playing volleyball. We just want you to understand and appreciate how you look and the effect it has on other people."

Kelly nodded, picked up her bag and headed off to her room; Billie and I watched her go. Billie spun on her heels and slipped back through our open bedroom door, gasping when she saw me standing there.

"I thought I told you to stay put," she said. 

I nodded. "You did."

She looked down and cradled my swollen, throbbing penis. I wasn't as hard as I had been, but she and I both knew it wouldn't take much to get me that way again.

"I guess she's glad I was there, too. It really doesn't matter because daddy was there."

"You're not jealous, are you?"

Billie rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"No. I'm glad you were able to make it, but she just proved my point; you show up, and my being there is little more than a foot note."

"That's not true."

"Uh-huh. Back on the bed; I'm not through with you yet," she said as she slipped her robe from her shoulders.

"Are you gonna let me cum?"

Billie's only response was to lean over and swallow the head of my penis, quickly coaxing me to hardness again.

Kelly walked into her bedroom almost in a daze, reaching behind her to flip on the light and swat at her door to close it. Her hand missed the door twice completely, and when she finally did push it closed, a gap of several inches remained.

Her mind raced with a thousand different thoughts; she almost felt like it was spinning and her head was going to explode!

Every boy at the volleyball match tonight was staring at my ass, she thought. Don't be so vain! Not every boy. A lot of them, though. David had been there. He'd been staring at her ass; she was sure of that.

Kelly giggled. And now he was probably at home, or really, really anxious to get there, so he could lock himself in his room, pull out his cock and masturbate. 

Kelly felt herself turning red with embarrassment as she stared into her mirror. How many of the guys she went to school with would go home and masturbate thinking about her?

She bit her lip as she unfastened and then unzipped her jeans, and wiggling her hips, she shimmied out of her jeans and kicked them aside. She crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed at her sweatshirt, catching the t-shirt under it, too, yanking both upward and sighing as she finally pulled them free from her unruly locks. She dropped them to the floor and slowly reached behind her, unhooking her bra, letting it slide from her shoulders as she reached up and covered her breasts with her hands, massaging them, rubbing at the lines where the garment had bitten into her skin; slowly brushing her thumbs across her nipples.

A tingle sailed through her body and she gasped, bringing her thumbs and index fingers together to pinch both of them. Kelly clenched her jaw and nearly folded at the waist as she felt the spark of desire and lust surge in her pussy.

She gasped again and stood up straight as she dropped her hands from her chest to shove her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Her panties began to descend from their perch and she stopped, her eyes peering at the v-shape that funneled from her belly to her pussy. She pulled her panties up and looked at herself in the mirror, running her hand down across the flat of the smooth cloth, her fingers stretched out as they descended between her legs.

She turned around and arched her back as she looked at the flowing curve of her ass, and she smiled. There wasn't that much difference in how she looked wearing her panties and a swimsuit bottom. How much difference could there be between that and a pair of volleyball shorts?

Kelly turned back around and looked up into the mirror again; her nipples were erect, like pencil erasers, or gum drops. She looked closer as she touched them again. 

One day, no time soon, that was for sure, but one day, she'd cradle a baby in her arms and bring his mouth to her breast, and he'd suckle milk from her. David, that nerdy, awkward boy, had grabbed at her, groped her. But her mother... Kelly closed her eyes and gasped as she pinched her nipple again, cupped her breast and rolled her hand against the soft mound of flesh... imagining it was her mother doing it to her.

What would her father's touch be like, she wondered.

Guys were always ogling the bigger breasted girls; she wasn't one of them; hers were smallish -- enough to be noticeable, but not enough to really stand out.

Kelly took a step back from the mirror and turned to the side to look down at her reflection. She rubbed slowly where her clothing had left marks on her body, and then she pulled open a drawer, digging into it, rifling through the contents until she found what she was looking for. 

A pair of volleyball shorts she'd worn last year for that tournament league. They were close enough to the same size as the shorts she wore now. Instead of green though, these were a dark charcoal grey.

Kelly hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and shoved them down, kicking them aside when they fell to her feet, and then she stepped into the shorts and pulled them up, once more wiggling her hips as she maneuvered the thin fabric in to place, letting it occupy every crevice of her womanhood.

She stepped over to her vanity and whisked up the thin tank laying there, using the steps to settle the shorts against her skin. She slipped the tank overhead, letting the fabric brush against her nipples as she walked back to the mirror. It was oversized and comfortable; normally she'd wear it over a sports bra or something -- it was just to big to wear by itself. Except for around the house.

Kelly walked back to the mirror and then she turned around, almost completely, and thrust her ass at backward. The thin cloth stretched like a second skin against her ass, almost seamless against the backs of her thighs.

That was the view she'd given her father. And he was hard because of it.

She stood up and turned around, thrusting her pelvis forward and running her fingers down over her pussy. She'd never really paid that much attention to it before, but her mother was right; every detail of her sex was clearly outlined against the fabric; more so now, as aroused as she was.

She turned around and stood upright. The outline of her womanhood wasn't quite as noticeable from the front, but there was still precious little left to the imagination.

Kelly bit her lip, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and began to push them down from her hips, turning sideways against the mirror, watching the cloth descend and begin to expose her buttocks.

Daddy wanted to see her like this, didn't he? That's why he was hard. And that meant he thought she was sexy, didn't it? It was unintended, but she'd teased her father most of the night. If she'd gotten him aroused, then that meant he found her attractive. And if he found her attractive... 

Kelly sighed, remembering the night she'd watched her parents make love. Her mother had teased her father until he was ready to burst and then he'd come in to kiss her goodnight.

Charcoal grey spandex bunched low on her hips, Kelly pulled her fingers free and slowly hugged herself, running her hands up under the tank until her hands swept over her breasts, making her gasp again.

Her father had come into her room naked, his cock swollen and erect, swaying in front of him, and they had hugged, each finding the other naked. Kelly had pressed herself against him, making sure her breasts touched him.

And then her hand had touched his penis.

He'd been really hard. So hard. She had started to stroke him. That's what she was supposed to do, right? But he had stopped her. Her mother had been waiting for him to return. So he could fuck her.

Kelly had waited a few seconds after he'd left her room, and then she'd returned to her vantage point in the darkened hallway.

And she'd watched as her father had stepped in behind her mother, angling his hard cock down between her legs. And she'd watched them fuck.

What was it her mother had told her earlier that night? That Kelly had aroused her father and Billie had enjoyed the benefits of that arousal?

And her mother was reaping the benefits again. 

She laid a hand flat against her lower belly and pushed her fingers down until they plowed through the scant, sparse patch of hair that rested must above her pussy; she shoved at the spandex, pushing it down and exposing herself.

And then she gasped as she touched her pussy. Gentle fingertip touches teased her swollen lips, sending tingles throughout her body.

She was wet. Kelly looked into the mirror as her fingers pressed in against her sodden sex; her other hand pushed up under her tank and teased one of her erect nipples. 

She could make herself cum. She could stand here and bring herself to orgasm, making herself grab for something to hold on to.

Or...

Kelly looked into the mirror and bit at her lip.

Were her mother and father doing it? While she played with herself in front of the mirror, were they having sex? Or had they been fucking when she came home, and she'd interrupted them? It had to be something like that; daddy still hadn't come to kiss her goodnight yet.

Her finger slowly traced around the swelling bud of her clit.

When daddy came to kiss her good night, would they be able to have a few minutes of alone time? Or would he hesitate, stumble in, mumble his goodnight, kiss her and vanish?

Kelly slowly pressed the tip of her finger into the folds of her swelling pussy and bit her lip as another tingle passed through her body.

She pulled her finger free, looking at the glistening wetness covering it, and opening her mouth, she licked it clean.

Kelly shoved her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pushed down, stepping out of them and back in front of the mirror. Her pussy was almost glowing red, and her lips were swollen. She'd save her pleasure for daddy. Maybe he'd be waiting, too.

My cock twitched, jumping with each beat of my heart, pre-cum oozing from the glistening head of my penis as Billie slid off the bed and walked around the bed to my chest of drawers. She began rifling through one of my drawers and tossed a pair of pajama pants at me. "Put those on. And then you can go kiss your daughter good night."

"Put these on? And go kiss her good night? Are you out of your mind?"

"Probably," she said. "And if I'm wrong, then..."

She sighed as though she was the only one that understood her completely sensible plan.

"If I'm wrong, we'll deal with that when it happens." She crawled back onto the bed as I stepped into my pajama pants. "Just try really hard not to get any on the carpet."

"Try really hard not to..."

Billie stood up on her knees and leaned against me, her breasts crushing against my bare chest. She cupped my chin in her hand and looked up into my eyes. 

"Don't over think this; you have no idea how hard this is for me right now. If I'm right, you'll figure it out without me having to explain anything to you."

"And if you're wrong?" I asked as she crawled under the covers.

"If I'm wrong," she said, smiling as she pulled the covers up over her body, "you'll catch me before I get to sleep and we'll make a mess in the bed."

I left our bedroom with one dim lamp burning, and though my erection had waned, my cock was still easily noticeable beneath my pajama pants.

I walked through the living room; one lone lamp still burned, and then, as I turned the corner to approach Kelly's room, I saw her door cracked, her bedside lamp still on.

My sudden concern that she'd already gone to bed was replaced by the awkwardness of walking into my daughter's room in a clearly aroused state, and as I pushed her door open, my cock began to throb again, swelling once more.

"Sweetheart, are you...?"

I froze in the doorway as my eyes fell on her naked rear end. She stood in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a thin oversized tank, brush in hand, caught in the middle of raking the implement through her hair. My eyes danced up and down her body; nothing hid the subtle, seductive curves of her hips and buttocks. I shifted just enough to sneak a peak of her nudity in the mirror; her nipples were hard little buds pressing against the cloth, and the gentle slope of her belly angled down to a naked, swollen red patch of skin that crowned her young pussy.

And then I somehow found my voice.

"I came to kiss you goodnight, sweetie." My cock was a sudden divining rod on the search for wetness to plunge into, and I almost choked as I forced the words out.

She bit her lip as she tugged it the rest of the way through her locks and then looked back at me through her reflection.

"I was beginning to think you'd forgotten," she said.

I swallowed hard as my eyes wandered down her naked backside, once more following the gentle curve of her shapely behind.

"I could never forget to kiss you goodnight, sweetheart." I could feel my cock swaying with each step as I made my way slowly into your room. "It looks like you forgot to put on the rest of your pajamas, though..."

Kelly looked down at the floor. "I was trying on another pair of shorts and then I took them off."

I swallowed hard.

"Do you want to see them on me, Daddy? I could put them on for you real quick."

I don't know what I was doing. Or thinking.

I nodded and sat on the edge of her bed as she knelt down, picked them up and stepped into them. I forced myself to breathe slow and measured as her naked cheeks disappeared beneath the cloth, and with a couple of quick wriggles of her hips, she turned around and walked over to where I was sitting, stopping in front of me.




Unintentional Lolita Ch. 05



"What do you think, Daddy?"

I swallowed hard and nodded.

"I think... they're very snug, sweetheart." I might as well take a can of paint and spray it straight on your skin.

Kelly bit her lip and nodded as she looked down into my lap.

Her hands rubbed at her hips and she turned around, slowly running her hands across her ass.

"They are kinda tight... aren't they?" She leaned forward just enough to look back over her shoulder as she reached behind her, almost grabbing her ass to pull her cheeks apart.

I nodded and did my best to take a slow, measured breath as she leaned all the way forward, sliding her hands around and down her thighs, her lower body jutting back against me until she was almost inverted and touching her toes, and her ass was all but pressed against me. Her tank fell up her torso, pooling against her arms and exposing her breasts.

Kelly gasped and lost her balance, and as she threw her arms out and started to fall, I grabbed her by the hips and held her. She pulled her foot back in as she looked back at me, and she slowly stood back up, raising her hands to cover her breasts as she leaned back against me, her tank sliding from her shoulder. I pulled her back toward me and my cock rubbed up between her legs.

Kelly gasped again, one hand suddenly on mine, the other pressed against my cock, holding it up against her pussy. She didn't pull away; instead, she shifted her feet, rubbing against me a little before I moved, allowing my cock to slide stiffly from between her legs and against her backside.

"Thanks, Daddy," she said, looking back at me as she sat back. She giggled. "You've been catching me my whole life."

I smiled at her and nodded. "One way or another."

She nodded and tilted her head back against mine as she pulled my hands around her. 

My fingers brushed across bare skin as I hugged her, and as Kelly urged me to hug her even tighter, my fingers made contact with her ribcage.

I felt her breathe in deeply, and sigh as she relaxed in my arms.

"I thought you were in here getting ready for bed." 

Kelly nodded and turned her head to me. "I always brush my hair before I go to bed. And... then I was gonna crawl into bed."

I nodded and kissed her bare shoulder. 

"I'm really glad you came to see me play tonight, Daddy."

"I'm glad I did, too, sweetheart. You're in the playoffs now, right?"

She nodded and smiled.

"Gonna come watch us?"

I nodded and smiled back. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

Kelly kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my arms against her.

"When can we go out again, Daddy? I've missed getting to spend time with you."

"Maybe this weekend, sweetheart. But we're spending time together right now."

"You know what I mean, Daddy."

She pulled her hands from mine and reached behind her to get leverage so she could push up. I let go of her, and Kelly pushed herself to her feet and turned around.

She leaned forward, resting her hands on my thighs as she brought her lips to mine. She kissed me, and as I slid my hands up her graceful, slender arms, I felt her reach for me. Her fingers caught in the waistband of my pants, pulling them away from my body, a simple drawstring the only thing impeding her.

Kelly pulled her lips from mine and tugged on the drawstring, loosening my pajamas. My cock sprang free and her mouth hung open as she stared at my swollen, throbbing penis.

She stood up straight and stutter stepped forward, hands falling against my shoulders as she leaned against the bed and looked down at my swollen member; my hands swept around her cupping her ass cheeks.

"Daddy..."

Kelly licked her lips and blinked as she looked at the loosened fabric lying slack against me, further exposing my erection, which was now fully visible, jutting up, aimed at my daughter like a missile.

"You're not gonna try and just kiss me on the forehead like you did the other night, are you?" she asked, biting her lip and peering into my eyes.

"I kissed you properly," I said.

She nodded and smiled. "You did."

"And you just kissed me."

She nodded again and bit her lip. "But you haven't kissed me yet, Daddy."

It suddenly seemed like I had no more than two body parts that mattered; hands and penis.

My cock continued to throb as it pointed up at my little girl's spandex outlined pussy, and my hands roamed up and down the backs of her thighs, my fingers groping her. I was doing everything but sliding my fingers in between her legs to rub her pussy.

Kelly closed her eyes and sighed. "That feels really good, Daddy."

"Does it?"

She licked her lips and nodded. And then she giggled and bit her lip.

"You're..." She caught her breath looked at me, her eyes growing a bit wider as she stared at me. "You're making me wet, Daddy."

My cock throbbed. My balls ached. And now my daughter was telling me I was making her wet?

"I am?"

She licked her lips and nodded and I spread my fingers out against her, trying to clutch even more of her in my hands. She gasped and leaned against me, her hands sliding around my neck as she pulled herself against me.

I buried my face in her chest as she hugged me and turned my head to the side as I breathed her in. She still smelled body-wash fresh from her shower.

"Oh, that feels good, Daddy."

My only saving grace at the moment was the fact that she was still wearing her shorts, second-skin-like though they may have been; otherwise, my fingers would have been pressing in and brushing against her sodden outer lips.

She turned my head to the side, pulling me tighter against her, and as I blinked, my heart skipped a beat. Her bare breast was close enough to kiss.

I edged my head forward and plied my lips to the gentle swell of her breast and Kelly sighed.

"Kiss it, Daddy."

She twisted her body against me just enough that as I opened my lips against her skin, her nipple slid in between them. Kelly gasped and clutched at me; I opened my mouth a little wider and sucked her swollen bud into my mouth, swirling my tongue against the hardened nub.

Kelly moaned and ground her fingers into my hair.

"Oh... Daddy... that feels really good. Oh... I want you to touch me..."

I pulled my lips away from her breast and looked up at her.

Kelly looked at me, closing her mouth and swallowing hard.

"You should probably get in bed, baby girl." My hands swept around her again, her ass cheeks slipping from my fingers as I grazed the bare skin of her thighs.

"And then you'll kiss me, Daddy?"

I nodded and she stepped back from me, her hands sliding from my shoulders. She locked eyes with me as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and began to push them down. 

She spread her legs apart just enough to pull the spandex from between her thighs, and then she put her feet together again as she shoved the cloth to the floor. She stood up and kicked them to the side, and as she straightened up so I could look at her, for the first time, I could see her bare, naked pussy.

Kelly stood there, letting my eyes dance across her mostly nude body, one breast covered by the oversized tank that was still skewed on her body, and my eyes locked on the swollen, red, glistening flesh of her womanhood, a small patch of hair crowning it just above her clit.

She took a half step toward the bed and stopped.

"Daddy, you're gonna have to stand up so I can get in bed."

I looked up at her, my trance broken, and I nodded.

"Right."

I pushed up off of the bed, and as I stood up, my pajamas fell from my hips.

Now it was Kelly's turn to be enchanted, and she stood there looking down at my bobbing erection.

I started to kneel down to pull them back up, and Kelly reached out, grabbing my arms with both hands. 

"You're okay, Daddy," she said. "I know you're probably more comfortable like that, as hard as you are and all."

With her hands still holding onto me, Kelly stepped past me and planted a knee on her bed; one hand fell from my arm outright. She let her other hand, attached to the arm that was reaching around my body at this point, drag down my body, her fingers brushing down across my belly.

I caught her hand in mine and turned with her as she crawled into bed. She looked up at me, and as I let go of her, she brushed against my cock with the back of her hand and I sat down on the edge of her bed.

Comfort was subjective at the moment. 

Was I more comfortable not wearing a stitch of clothing? Physically, yes. And if I'd been in bed with my wife, she'd expect nothing less than for me to press my surging phallus in against her.

But I wasn't in bed with my wife. I was sitting on the edge of my daughter's bed and she was all but naked.

And I wanted to cum so bad it hurt.

Kelly adjusted the pillows behind her, and then, looking at me as she did it, she grabbed the tank up in her hands and pulled it off, yanking it over head. She tossed it onto the floor beside her bed, next to the shorts she'd been wearing moments before. 

She smiled up at me as she fidgeted against the mattress, getting comfortable, and rather than sliding her feet under the covers and pulling them up about her, she shoved one foot under the edge of the top sheet, and she bent her other leg at the knee, opening herself as she pushed her leg up against me.

I leaned down, placing my hands on either side of her, and I kissed her. She opened her mouth as our lips molded together, and she swept her tongue forward to meet mine.

Her hands, resting at by her side, reached up for me. One grasped my arm, her fingers stroking at me gently as our tongues danced together. Her other hand reached for my thigh, nails gently scratching at my skin, and then her hand was pressing toward me, reaching between my legs.

Her fingertips grazed my cock, stopping when she made contact, waiting for my response.

"Is this okay, Daddy?" Her voice was a whisper.

"Yes, baby." I kissed her again and slid a hand down the back of her arm, and with a slight nudge of pressure from my fingertips to the back of her elbow, she opened her hand and slowly wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

Her fingers moved awkwardly, with almost jerky motions as she felt the length of my engorged penis, contorting herself to reach down and feel my balls.

She moaned into my mouth. "Oh, Daddy. You're so hard... and your balls..."

She pulled her mouth from mine and looked at me.

"Is momma waiting on you to come to her?"

"No, baby. Not tonight."

Kelly smiled at me and ran her hand up and over the head of my swollen penis.

"I want you to kiss me again," she said, but as I dipped my head to hers, she pushed up against me. "I want you to kiss me here, Daddy."

Her fingers trailed across the skin of her chest, her fingertips dragging across her nipple before sweeping back down to cup and crush her breast against her.

"It felt really good when you were kissing me there earlier."

I smiled as she ran a finger over her nipple, and I shifted on the bed, contorting myself to satisfy my little girl's request.

My cock slipped from her fingers as I kissed the flat of her skin, and her fingers, slick with pre-cum, glided up along my belly.

I opened my mouth and licked just below her nipple before closing my lips on her swollen little bud. Kelly moaned and arched her back, thrusting herself up at me, and I slid an arm around her, pulling her to me. Kelly's fingers dug into my hair, and she rolled against me, feeding me her breast. 

My hand refused to be satisfied with merely holding her, and I swept my hand down until I was cradling her ass against my fingers.

"Ohhh... that feels so good, Daddy..."

I groped at her ass, squeezing the flesh in my hand, and Kelly gasped, her fingernails digging into me as I touched her.

"I want you to touch me, Daddy."

I immediately pulled my hand back and pulled my lips from her chest. Kelly rolled back against the bed and caught my hand, pulling it back to her and pressing it low against her belly.

"Do you?"

She nodded, her eyes half closed and glazed with lust.

"I want you to touch me and make me cum."

She turned loose of my hand as I held it against her and reached for me, grabbing my other arm and pulling me to her again as my fingers began to gently stroke her.

Kelly moaned as my fingers pressed in between the swollen outer lips of her pussy, and as I lay down beside her, she reached for me again, her fingers sweeping against the head of my cock and then wrapping around my erection.

I leaned over to kiss her and her mouth opened to me, hungry as my lips melted against hers, and I felt Kelly thrusting herself up against my hand.

The tip of my finger slipped in between the folds of her pussy and she gasped.

"Ohhh... that... that feels sooo good..."

I kissed her again, pressing our mouths together as I swept the tip of my finger inside her virgin sex.

Kelly moaned into my mouth and tugged on my cock.

I wanted release so badly. And she was so wet. 

There's no such thing as simply slipping an erect penis into a tight, young virgin pussy, and as much as basic human instinct urged me to crawl between my daughter's legs and deflower her, I resisted the temptation, and it was all I could do to simply thrust against her hip as I made her writhe.

I pulled my lips from hers as Kelly's fingers dug into me and she panted.

"Ohhh... Daddy... Daddy... you're gonna make me cum... you're gonna make me cum, Daddy..."

That's what she wanted; it was what I wanted, too.

Kelly rolled toward me, opening herself to me and grabbing at me as she thrust a leg over me and tried to pull me into her.

Our positioning was suddenly awkward, and her hand bumped into mine as we continued to masturbate each other. She shifted again and began tugging on me, aiming my cock at her belly, trying to push me down in between her legs.

Kelly's hand bumped into mine again, and I felt the head of my penis pressing into the palm of my hand. 

And then my cock was suddenly warm and wet as she pulled the head of my swollen member into the outer folds of her pussy.

I gasped and pulled my hand from her sodden sex, awkwardly freeing my arm from between her thighs. I grabbed at her as she pulled me in against her, my fingers digging into the back of her thigh as she rubbed the head of my cock in the silky wet opening of her pussy.

"Ohhh... Daddy... you feel sooo good..."

"Unnnhhh... you do, too, baby... ohhhh..."

"Are you gonna cum, Daddy?"

I nodded. "Yes, baby... Daddy's gonna cum... are you?"

"Uh-huh..." 

Her expression was pained and euphoric as my cock slid in against her.

I thrust against her and pulled at her and Kelly gasped, turning loose of my cock and grabbing at me.

"Daddy... Daddy, I'm gonna cum..."

Kelly moaned and flexed her body against me as I thrust once more, and then I felt my own orgasm beginning.

I pushed her onto her back and crawled between her legs, pressing the shaft of my cock in between her sodden lips and thrusting.

"Unnnhhh..." I grunted as I began spewing semen out onto her belly.

I was still plying pressure to her sex, and Kelly moaned again as I continued to thrust against her, and then, finally, I couldn't take anymore, and I don't think she could, either.

Both of us gasped for breath, and I looked down between us at her vibrant, young body.

Semen was pooled on her skin just above her pussy. Three strands, forced out when I started cumming, had hit her belly and the bottom of her ribcage.

I looked back into her eyes and she smiled at me.

"That was amazing, Daddy."

"You think so?"

She nodded and reached down between us, took my rapidly softening cock in her hand and rubbed it against her. And then I felt her rubbing it in between her legs; I moaned as I felt her press the head of my cock in against the opening of her pussy.

"Are you alright, Daddy?"

I nodded and smiled.

"I'm fine, sweetie. That was just... that was really intense."

Kelly smiled at me.

"Let me..." I sat up and swallowed hard. "Let me go get a washcloth and..."

She shook her head. "I'll be okay, Daddy. I can clean myself up."

"Are you sure?"

She licked at her lips and nodded.

"I want to kiss you again before you go, though."

I nodded and leaned down and kissed her.

"I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you, too, Daddy."

I knelt down and picked up my pajamas. There was no point in putting them on; I'd just crawl in next to Billie naked, anyway.

Kelly waved to me as I left her room and I blew her a final kiss goodnight.

I staggered back to my bedroom, suddenly drained of anything resembling energy.

Billie stirred as I climbed into bed and rolled over.

"Did you kiss her goodnight?" she asked, more asleep than awake.

"I did."

Billie nestled against me as I settled back on my pillow, and her hand slid up my thigh until her fingers were draped across my now flaccid member.

"Do I need to take care of you, or did you...?"

"I'm fine, sweetheart," I replied, kissing her gently. "Go back to sleep."

"Okay."

Billie was back sound asleep in seconds.

I would have lain awake for quite a while, but I was spent, and soon, I was chasing Billie through the sands of slumber.

Kelly waited until she was sure her father had gone to his room, then she raised up on her elbows and looked at herself before falling back.

She'd been so close, she thought. So close, and yet, so far away.

Her father had cum all over her. She didn't exactly have cum on her arm, though he'd oozed on her while she was stroking him. Her belly, though, was another story. Cum pooled on her skin just above her bikini line. Strings of it had landed higher, one coming within inches of her breast. And there were several droplets of her father's semen resting on her skin just above her still red and swollen pussy.

Kelly sighed. And she had some... just a little... inside her, didn't she? She'd rubbed the head of his still oozing penis into the opening of her pussy and no doubt mixed some of his cum with hers.

Kelly thought back to the other night, when she'd watched her mother sucking her father's penis. She wondered what her father tasted like.

She caught a droplet of the semen on her fingertip and licked it clean. It was a little salty. She caught one of the strings on her belly on her finger and tasted it; the same. What would it be like for him to actually cum in her mouth? 

Kelly slowly shoved her finger through the pool of semen on her belly and then dipped her finger in between her sodden folds, gasping as she penetrated herself.

She giggled. She was still a virgin, but she had sperm swimming inside her pussy.

And she'd been so close to Daddy cumming inside her.

There was no doubt he found her attractive.

Now she just had to find a way to get him in bed with her like this again.



Unintentional Lolita Ch. 06



The next morning, we were all much quieter than usual, as if there was some magical spell we didn't want to break by uttering words.

Kelly and I exchanged glances, and at first, she seemed guarded, but then, after I'd swept her into my arms for a hug and kissed her, she was all smiles. 

Billie noticed, too, and she seemed amused to watch the silent, playful banter between my daughter and me as we all worked toward getting out of the house to start our day.

"Bye, Daddy," Kelly said, her first words of the morning. "I love you. I love you, too, Momma."

"Bye, sweetie," Billie replied, craning her neck as Kelly bounded out the door. "I love you, too."

"Bye, baby girl. I love you, too."

Billie leaned against the kitchen counter and smiled at me.

"Well, there's no doubt about it now," she said. "At least this morning, anyway, she is most definitely 'daddy's girl.'"

I sighed. "Now, sweetheart..."

Billie shook her head. "I'm fine. Really. It's just... it's nice to see the two of you bonding so well... I just never dreamed... never in my wildest imaginings would I have ever dreamed I'd seduce my own daughter, and..." Billie sighed. "It never, ever occurred to me that we would be the serious instruments of her sexual awakening, and I'm just a little amazed at how things have developed between the two of you."

I nodded. "That makes two of us."

"The key now," Billie said, topping off her coffee mug, "is to find some sort of balance. I'm determined not to let this eat at me, but I know last night wasn't the end of it for the two of you; it was just the beginning. You're past the point of everything being new and adventurous, but she, on the other hand... she's going to want a little bit more each time until..."

I nodded.

"Promise me you won't let it consume you and become a wall between us."

I looked over at Billie and shook my head. "It won't."

I took a deep breath and looked up at her again.

"There was a moment last night," I said, "where I almost got up and walked away and came to get in bed with you."

"Before..."

I nodded again. "Before things spiraled away from me."

Billie reached over and grabbed my hand.

"She's as happy at the moment as I've seen her in I don't know how long."

I nodded. "I know. It's just... last night..."

I looked down, not sure what to say or how to say it, and as my eyes locked on Billie's breasts, soft, firm globes of flesh beneath her sweater, she laced her fingers with mine, and as my eyes traveled back up, I began to feel even more guilty. 

I'm a sucker for a good looking woman in a turtleneck, and I really hoped none of the men my wife worked with felt the same way; Billie's sweater was bulky and clingy all at the same time, and combined with the slacks she was wearing, she was a dish.

I sighed and shook my head.

"Last night," I said, "it would have been so easy..." I looked into her eyes. "We... she and I... we were so close to..."

I couldn't tell my wife that I'd been so close to spearing my daughter with my penis that I could almost taste it; that I'd wanted to fuck her so bad it almost hurt.

Billie nodded and bit her lip.

"Do you remember... when we made Jessica?"

I looked up into Billie's eyes and nodded.

Our oldest daughter had been conceived during a period when we were both almost so busy we couldn't see straight. There had been a two month stretch where it seemed like we ran from one thing to another, and just about every night, by the time we crawled into bed, we were so dead tired it was all we could do to kiss and snuggle a little before we passed out. 

We collapsed in each other's arms on a Friday night watching a movie on TV, taking a small measure of comfort in the fact that we didn't have anything pressing awaiting us the next morning.

The kisses had started softly enough, but over the course of a few minutes, the movie was forgotten as Billie and I shed clothing and became intimate. I rolled on top of her and after several minutes of us both panting and moaning, I filled her womb with my seed.

I smiled. I'd climaxed with a hand on her breast. And she'd been wearing a sweater like the one she had on now.

My cock jumped as I made the mental and emotional connection, and I looked up into Billie's eyes and nodded again.

That was the one and only time in two months when we had sex. Seven weeks later, Billie learned she was pregnant, and nine months later, we'd had our first daughter.

"I am sure," Billie said, raising my hand to her lips and kissing it, "that at some point, the two of you will be cuddling... or kissing... and it'll just... happen."

I nodded. It wouldn't happen that easily; of that I was pretty sure. But for the most part, Billie was probably right.

"We'll just hope and pray that the two of you don't have the same result from your union that you and I had from ours."

I nodded.

Fortunately, we knew, too, that hope isn't a method for the prevention of anything. Both our daughters had been on the pill for quite some time for medical reasons my wife had explained, but I had pushed to the back of my mind.

Billie leaned up and kissed me, and I swept my arms around her, hugging her tightly.

"I have an idea," I said.

"Mmmm." Billie kissed me and leaned back. "What's that?"

"Tonight. You. Me. On the couch. We can turn on a movie we've seen a dozen times. You can wear your sweater and we'll see what happens."

"Wear my sweater and..."

I smiled and then Billie smiled, too. "I like that idea, but you know our daughter may be home tonight."

I nodded. "She's seen us once."

Billie nodded. "And while I'm not so opposed to her seeing us have sex, I don't know how keen I am on the idea of her watching me fuck her father."

I raised my eyebrows. "You're going to fuck me?"

Billie smiled and nodded. "I need you inside me, and I want to ride you to make sure you hit all the right spots." Her words were hot against my ear as she breathed against me, and now my cock began to harden fast.

"I guess a quickie is out of the question," I said.

She smiled and nodded. "I have to get to work, and so do you."

I sighed with resignation, we kissed goodbye and headed out the door.



Kelly grabbed her books up and tucked them into the crook of her arm as she pulled them up against her chest.

Their coach hadn't forced them to dress out. That had been nice. Instead, she'd lined out the plan for the next few practices. Hoping to push the team over the top to the playoffs, there would be a practice tomorrow in the morning; that meant they couldn't cut loose and really enjoy their Friday night. 

Everybody liked to cut loose on Friday nights; they knew better than to get crazy and party the night before a big practice, though and that had dampened their spirits a bit.

Kelly made her way to the door with the rest of the team, and one by one, they drifted out of the training room and into the hall, headed their individual ways to go home.

"I saw your dad last night," Pam said. "That's the first game he's been to all year, isn't it?"

Kelly nodded. "He promised me he'll be at the next one, too, and he said if we make the playoffs, he'll be at every game until we're done."

The girls pushed open the door and stepped out into the brisk afternoon marked by an overcast sky and a stiff breeze. Both of them reached up to brush their hair up and back out of their faces as they headed for the school parking lot.

"Wow. My dad came to the first couple of games back when school started and he hasn't been to one since. And I don't think he'll be coming to the next one, either. Or any of the playoffs."

"Why not?"

Pam shifted her books in her arms and shook her head. "He and my mom have been arguing about everything lately. The only things they go to together anymore are the football games, and even then, when they get home it's like there's a wall up between them.  Teddy and I can't figure it out."

"I'm sorry."

Pam shrugged. "Thanks."

"Hey," Kelly said as they stopped at Pam's car. "Can I ask you something... a little personal?"

Pam looked at her, bit her lip and nodded.

"Has your mom said anything to you about our volleyball uniforms?"

Pam rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Do you mean, has she told me that I need to wear underwear, a thong, something under my shorts so that every penis in the gym doesn't want to crawl inside me?" Pam giggled and nodded. "Yours, too? My mom hates our volleyball shorts."

Kelly bit her lip and smiled. "I don't know that my mom hates our shorts, and she didn't phrase it quite like that, but..."

Pam nodded as she opened her car door and tossed her books inside. "Mom sat closer to the floor last night than she usually does, and when I got home, she said I might as well have taken a can of spray paint and had somebody give me a couple of coats; said that's about how tight and revealing the shorts are."

Kelly pulled her books tighter against her chest, smiled and nodded.

"I tried on the shorts from the scratch league we played in..."

Pam wrinkled her forehead and looked back at Kelly. "The grey ones?"

Kelly nodded. "They're just about as tight."

Pam nodded. "Not like the ones we used to wear before this year, huh?"

Kelly shook her head. Those had been a little looser, with a little fuller cut to them.

"My brother even likes to watch us play now."

"Teddy's been coming to the games?"

Pam nodded and chewed at her lip as she looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear her. 

"He usually sits behind people where he can see but not be seen from the floor. I've caught the perv staring at me a few times; he swears he's been staring at you or Laura, but..."

"Your brother's been staring at me and you're just now telling me?" 

Pam shook her head. "I don't know if he's been staring at you or not; I really don't. I know he's been staring at me, though."

She looked around again and then leaned toward Kelly. "And I'm pretty sure that when he gets home, he gets himself off."

Kelly's mouth dropped open.

"Your brother stares at you while we're playing volleyball and then he..."

"Masturbates." Pam nodded. 

"You've seen him do it?"

Pam's eyes widened. "Ooo... no, I haven't watched my brother jerk off. Why would you even ask such a thing?"

Kelly looked down, trying to suppress a smile.

"Because he's cute and it might be fun to watch."

Pam's mouth fell open.

"You think Teddy's cute?"

Kelly nodded. "You do, too. You said, 'I guess he is kinda cute... even if he is my brother.'"

Pam shook her head and gasped as the thought of seeing her brother masturbating whisked through her mind. She swallowed hard and leaned back toward Kelly.

"Would you watch him masturbate if you had the chance?"

Kelly bit at her lip for a second and then nodded.

Pam's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. "You're a dirty girl."

Kelly shook her head. "No, I'm not."

Pam nodded. "Yes, you are. You want to watch my brother get himself off."

Kelly could feel her face flushing as Pam shook her head and stared at her.

"And you don't?"

The two girls locked eyes.

Pam swallowed hard and Kelly smiled. Her friend's moment of hesitation in answering might as well have been a verbal "yes."

"Because if he's staring at you while you're wearing those tight shorts we play in, he'd probably watch you get yourself off."

Pam's mouth dropped open, shocked at what her friend was saying.

"And if you think he's jerking off after seeing you in your shorts, I'm pretty sure he'd definitely do it if he was watching you do it."

Pam folded her arms tightly across her chest, her lips rolled and clenched against her teeth as she blinked rapidly, not sure how to react or what to say. 

"You think I should let him watch me get myself off?" Pam asked.

"That's not what I said." Kelly was suddenly afraid she'd crossed the line of playful banter on the subject.

"Might as well be."

"Pam..."

"Should I let him fuck me, too?"

Kelly stared at her friend, her mind a blank for what to say now.

"I'm going home," Pam said, opening her car door wide enough to get in. "I'll see you at practice in the morning."

"Okay," Kelly said as the door slammed shut. "Bye." Kelly said it, but she knew that Pam didn't hear it. She bit at her lip, sure she'd just alienated her best friend, and slowly, with a sudden weight heavy on her shoulders, Kelly walked to her own car.

That had not played out at all like she'd thought it would, or at least hoped, anyway. 

She and Pam had been friends since kindergarten, and though they'd gone through spells in middle school where they hadn't been that close, they'd strengthened their friendship here in the last couple of years, talking about everything.

The shorts they wore for volleyball had been an opening to a much deeper conversation she wanted to have. She knew Pam and her brother were close; and if Teddy was already aroused by his sister... but Pam clearly wasn't attracted to her brother, and that meant there would be no common ground enabling her to talk about the relationship she and her father were building.

Kelly crawled into her car, cranked it and drove home.



Kelly flopped down on the couch and started doing her homework, but she just couldn't concentrate. 

All the way home, her mind had raced, thinking about Pam and Teddy and her father. Teddy could be a little bit geeky every now and then, but he was really sweet.  And he was cute.

She leaned back, crushing her book against her chest as her mind raced. Their parents had been friends, too, almost as long as the kids.

Kelly sighed and let her hand drift down between her thighs as she thought about her father. 

When they'd finally gotten in bed together, she'd been almost petrified. And wet. Ohgawd , she'd been wet. And as scared as she'd been, she'd wanted him inside her so bad she could feel it.

His cock had been so hard. He wanted to be inside her, didn't he?

The kitchen door opened, grabbing her attention and Kelly sat up with a start.

"Momma. You're home early."

"Hi, yourself," Billie said, sitting her purse and keys on the counter. "You're home early, too."

Kelly nodded. "Coach decided to let us have to day off."

"Well, that was nice of her."

Kelly rolled her eyes and nodded. "She wants us at school by eight tomorrow morning."

Billie drew in a deep breath and nodded as she sat down on the couch. "Saturday morning practice, huh?"

Kelly nodded and shifted on the couch, adjusting her book in front of her.

"So," Billie said, draping her arm across the back of the couch. "What did you do to your father last night? He went to kiss you good night, and when he came to bed, he was exhausted. I don't think he moved once his head hit the pillow."

Kelly bit at her lip. Did her mother really want her to talk about how she and daddy had made out, hugging, and kissing and groping one another? How they'd lain together on her bed, naked? About how he'd made her come? About how she'd made him come, too?

Did her mother really want her to tell her that she'd been covered with her father's cum, and that she'd wiped some if it into her pussy? That she really wished he'd been inside her?

"Sweetie?"

Kelly swallowed hard and sat up.

"I went to get ready for bed," she said, "and I got to thinking about what you'd said about the shorts we were wearing."

Billie nodded and Kelly continued.

"So, I got undressed, and then I found a pair of the shorts we wore for that round robin league we played in back in the spring."

Billie narrowed her eyes and tilted her head as she searched her memory. "The grey ones?"

Kelly nodded. 

"And?"

"They're every bit as snug as the ones we wear now," Kelly said. "I put them on and..."

She took a deep breath. What would her mom think if she told her she looked at herself in the mirror to see how snug they hugged her body?

"... and you looked at yourself in the mirror to see how sexy they made you look," Billie said.

Kelly's eyes widened and Billie laughed as she reached for her daughter's hand.

"Oh, sweetheart," she said, pulling Kelly to her. 

Kelly dropped her book and fell against her mother, her face suddenly pressed in between her mother's breasts.

"Everyone does it, baby," she said. "I do it, your sister does it... there have been times your father's done it. We all want to have an idea how we look to others before they actually see us.

"So, were you still wearing the shorts when he came to kiss you goodnight, or were you dressed for bed?"

Kelly bit her lip and shook her head. "I was standing in front of the mirror brushing my hair when he came to my room."

Billie's mouth fell open and she licked her lips. "What were you wearing?"

"That old tank top that Jessica used to wear over her leotard for dancing."

Billie covered her mouth with her hand. That tank top was too big to be decent on Jessica, and she was a good inch or more taller than Kelly, not to mention the fact she had a fuller figure than her little sister. On Kelly, that top would have covered nothing.

"Is that all you were wearing?" If that was all she'd had on...

Kelly nodded and Billie drew in a deep breath. Her husband had seen their daughter completely naked again last night.

"I told him I'd been trying on the shorts earlier," Kelly said, "and I showed him how tight those are on me, too."

Billie nodded, sat back and sighed.

"You were right, Momma."

Billie looked at her daughter. "Right about what, baby?"

"When you told me at some point I wouldn't mind having a man come all over me."

Billie caught her breath and swallowed hard.

"Did your father...?"

Kelly bit her lip and nodded her head slowly. She couldn't tell if this was too much for her mother, or if her mother really wanted to know.

"He touched me and made me come, Momma, kinda like you did the other night."

It was all Billie could do to nod weakly.  "And then...?"

"Daddy was sooo hard, Momma." Kelly fell back, clenching her thighs together as the memory washed over her again. 

"Before you came home," Billie said, "while we were waiting on you, I was teasing your father." Ohmigod, had she really just said that?

"You were teasing him?"

Yes, she had. In for a penny...

"We were naked on the bed... your father was so turned on from watching you wiggle your ass in your volleyball shorts... and then, I teased him until you came home. I got him so close to comiing three or four times, that by the time he came to kiss you goodnight..."

Kelly nodded and swallowed hard. 

"He was standing behind our bedroom door while you and I were talking," Billie said.

"Was he naked?" Kelly asked, and her mother nodded.

"And he was... very hard." Billie sighed and looked away. 

"Do you want to know what else happened, Momma?"

Billie nodded and looked down between her daughter's legs as Kelly shoved a hand between her thighs and pressed in on herself.

"We kissed while he touched me and made me come, and then, I had my hand wrapped around his cock, and I was... I was stroking up and down with my hand... and Daddy's cock was so hard, and then he was coming, and his cum shot all over my hand, and my belly... some of it landed on my boob."

She didn't dare tell her mother that she'd rubbed herself against her father's oozing penis, or that she'd shoved a cum-coated finger into her pussy.

Billie took a deep breath and forced herself to sit up. That had not gone as expected.

She'd told Kelly there were no condoms in the house, and knowing her daughter's habit of doing for herself when others wouldn't, she'd mistakenly assumed Kelly had bought some, and that she'd ask her father how to apply one. If it had worked out that way, last night Martin's penis would have disappeared into a latex sleeve and erupted, lesson graphic but complete.




Unintentional Lolita Ch. 06



Instead, he and Kelly had done everything short of...

"Mom?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, sweetheart," she said, scooting closer and scooping her daughter into her arms. "You and I... for lack of better terms, you and I set up and ambushed your father last night. If I had taken care of him and not teased him, things between you might have ended differently. Then again..."

"Mom..."

"What, sweetie?"

Kelly shook her head. "Last night was fine."

"It was?"

Kelly nodded and smiled, looking down as a red glow flushed her face. "I... I really enjoyed it."

"You did?"

Kelly looked up at her mother and nodded. "I... I kinda want to do it again."

"You do?"

Kelly nodded again. "Daddy said maybe he and I could go on a date this weekend."

Billie nodded and chewed on her lip. "Maybe you can." She slid forward to the edge of the couch. "I just remembered some things I forgot at the store that I need to fix dinner tonight, so I'm going to take a quick little trip and I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?"

Kelly nodded and watched her mother walk out of the room. A moment later, the kitchen door closed, and a moment after that, she heard her mother's car start and back out of the drive.

I have at least twenty minutes, she told herself as she raised her hips off the couch, before she comes back, depending on how busy they are and what all she needs. Kelly's fingers deftly unfastened and unzipped her pants and then she shoved them down below her hips, skimming her panties down with them.

She touched herself softly and slowly at first. Daddy wasn't here to get her off, and neither was momma; for now, she'd have to do it herself.



Billie stood in the express line, her heart racing a million miles an hour as she held the slim square box in her hand. 

She looked down at it again. Three premium latex condoms. 'Almost like wearing nothing at all,' it said on the front. This was the same brand she and Martin had used; he liked it.

Why was she so embarrassed? She was a grown woman. Grown women buy condoms. A lot of times, because the men are too lazy.

She made the purchase and took the small bag, quickly wadding it up and shoving it into her purse as she exited the store.

But these condoms, this box... these weren't for her. Not really. 

She slid behind the wheel of her car and gripped it as she cranked the engine to life.

She could almost see them, Kelly and Martin, sitting naked as he coached her into opening the package, then sliding it onto his swollen penis, her hand wrapping around and starting to pump his shaft until finally he came, filling the latex tip with semen. 

She pressed her eyes closed as she reached for the gear shift. Kelly didn't need but one for the lesson; she'd hide the other two. That way, there would be, hopefully, reduced temptation for her daughter to cross the final line standing between her and the undiscovered country. Maybe, just maybe not having a second or third condom would be enough to deter her from wanting Martin inside her.

Billie put the car into gear and backed up.

Assuming, of course, she told herself, that Kelly didn't get up the gumption to buy some on her own.



When I got home, dinner was mere minutes from being on the table, and Billie followed me into our bedroom as I began to change clothes.

"Kelly and I talked about last night."

I looked over at her. "You did?"

Billie bit her lip and nodded lightly as she sat on the bed.

"She told me you made her come."

Her tone didn't sound accusing; I nodded.

"She also told me she made you come."

I nodded again.

"And that you came all over her."

I nodded for a third time and Billie rolled against the bed, throwing her arms out to the side.

"I realize this is going to sound kind of stupid," I said as I hung up my coat, "but after the night the two of you had together... after the show we put on for her... as worked up as you had me last night before you sent me to kiss her goodnight... I kind of thought that was the whole point. I mean, what other outcome was I supposed to expect after a comment like 'try not to get any on the carpet?'"

Billie covered her eyes with her hands and nodded. "You're right, it's just..." 

"What was I supposed to do?" I asked. "You had me so close to coming last night that I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did."

Billie nodded again and looked at me.

"And like I said this morning, last night we were so close..."

Billie nodded and I didn't need to say anything else. 

Sex gets messy when it's good; we'd both known that for some time, and without me saying it, Billie knew that I'd had a choice to make, and I'd stopped short of coming inside our daughter.

"So what now?" I asked.

"What now?" she replied as she sat up. "Now, it is almost time for supper." I watched as she pulled her sweater up and reached behind her back. Billie contorted herself getting out of her bra and then lowered her sweater back against her body as she dropped her bra to the floor. "And later, I will pick up where I left off last night." She slid her arm around my neck and pulled my hand against her breast. "And I'm going to fuck you."

Billie kissed me and turned toward the bedroom door, stopping as she reached the threshold. 

"Whether or not our daughter will be watching is yet to be determined."

I watched as Billie disappeared from the bedroom, reached down and adjusted my hardening cock.

After dinner, Billie shooed me from the kitchen, and she and Kelly cleaned up.



Billie turned off the water and dried her hands as Kelly closed the refrigerator door.

"Come with me," Billie said. "I have something I want to show you."

Kelly nodded and followed her mother into her parents' bedroom.

"Close the door," Billie said, reaching for the middle drawer of her dresser.

She held her hand there as Kelly closed the door and then walked over to where she stood.

Slowly, Billie pulled the drawer out, slid her fingers in, pulled out the thin plastic square and handed it to her suddenly wide-eyed youngest daughter.

Kelly accepted it and looked at her mother speechless.

"I will not show you what to do with that," Billie said. "I figure after last night, that's something your father can help you with."

Kelly swallowed hard and nodded.

"That doesn't mean that..." Billie froze, catching herself. She could not; she would not tell her daughter that having a condom meant it was okay to actually have sex with her father.

Kelly looked up at her mother and nodded. Whatever her mother meant, she figured the wise thing to do was nod in agreement.

Billie sighed, closed her eyes and nodded. Telepathy was not a talent they'd ever exhibited, but maybe, just maybe, she didn't have to say what she was thinking.

"Momma?"

Billie opened her eyes again. "Yes, baby?"

"What's that?"

Billie's gaze followed her daughter's pointing finger.

That.

Billie pulled the bottle from the drawer and slid the drawer closed before her daughter's eyes could spy anything else to ask about.

"This is..."

"Strawberry flavored personal lubricant?" Kelly's forehead wrinkled and her mother nodded.

"On occasion," she replied, "your father and I will use it to... make things a little more slippery."

"It says it's strawberry flavored."

Billie held up the bottle as she sighed and nodded. "And other times, when I want your father to pay some special attention to me, or he wants me to pay some special attention to him..."

"When he wants a blow job..."

Billie caught her breath and nodded. "This can make it more enjoyable for both of us."

She leaned against the dresser and locked eyes with her daughter. "And not that I'm encouraging you to do this, but if the man you're with has a condom on, and you decide you want to let him come in your mouth, when you take the condom off of him, you can wipe him down with a wet rag and use some of this. Latex doesn't leave a very good taste in your mouth. Sometimes, if you're lucky, you can find flavored condoms. I think I've seen them in mint and strawberry."

"Mom!"

"Well, I'm just saying. Now." Billie slid the drawer open and dropped the bottle back in, then slid it shut again.

"You didn't use any of that the other night," Kelly said.

Billie shook her head and sighed. "And I don't usually."

"Do you ever let daddy come in your mouth?"

Billie looked at her daughter and nodded. She reached up and swept Kelly's hair back from her face. "That is a decision that will always be between you and the person you're with, though I'll tell you that when you love someone... when you really love them and you're making love with them, you want to do everything you can to pleasure them."

Kelly nodded and swallowed hard.

"When your father comes in my mouth..." Billie sighed as she felt a warm glow begin to consume her body. She'd already told her daughter... she'd already showed her daughter far more than she should have. How ironic that coaching her daughter was arousing her. "When your father comes in my mouth; when I'm sucking him and swallowing his semen; those are some of the most consistently mind-blowing orgasms he has. Or so he's told me."

Kelly nodded again. Last night, her father had seemed about to pass out when he came.

"And when he comes, whether it's in you or on you," Billie said, sliding her hand between Kelly's legs, "press in against the base of his cock, way back here," she said, bringing her hand forward and making her daughter gasp, "and milk all of it out of him; you don't want to miss any."

Kelly grabbed at her mother as the shock sailed through her body.

"But tonight, young lady," she said, hugging her daughter and kissing her on the cheek, "tonight, he's off-limits to you. You can kiss him goodnight, but it's my turn to go to bed with him. Got it?"

"Yes, Momma."

Billie kissed her daughter again, and the two of them left the bedroom hand in hand.



The three of us sat together and watched a movie, and when it was over, Billie told Kelly she'd had a long week and it was time she went to bed.

My daughter crawled into my lap, straddling me as she kissed me goodnight, and Billie watched in amusement as I did my best not to grope at my little girl's ass. Kelly was persistent, though, her lips melted against mine as her tongue thrust into my mouth, and Billie reached over, grabbing my hand and laying it on Kelly's behind.

Kelly moaned and ground against me as I squeezed her, and finally, gasping for air, she pulled her lips from mine and slid from my lap.

"Goodnight, Daddy. I love you."

"I love you, too, baby."

Kelly kissed her mother goodnight, told her she loved her, and we watched as she toddled off toward her room.

I looked over at Billie. "What're the odds she actually goes to bed and stays there?"

Billie giggled. "Slim to none." She leaned toward me and took her daughter's place in my lap. "But that's okay; I told her you're mine tonight. If you're both nice, I'll let the two of you go on a date tomorrow night."

"Will you, now?"

"It depends," Billie said, pulling my hand to her ass as she kissed me and slid her tongue into my mouth, "on how good you are to me tonight."



Kelly didn't even make it to her bedroom before she started getting undressed. As quickly as she could, she shed everything but her panties, and then, wearing nothing but the thin band hugging her hips, she stole back to the doorway to spy on her parents.

There wasn't much to see; not at first. Her mother was straddling her father like she'd done moments earlier, and they were kissing.

Kelly moaned as she watched her father's hands slide across her mother's ass; she knew how good that felt. She shoved her hand down inside her panties and began to finger herself as she watched her parents start making love.

Billie leaned back and grabbed at her sweater, pulled it overhead and bared her breasts to her husband. Martin put his hands on her waist and pulled her to him, lips closing on her nipple as he began to suckle her.

Kelly gasped as she slid the tip of her finger in between the wet outer lips of her pussy. It felt really good, but it had felt so much better when it had been daddy doing it to her. She pressed her finger into her pussy, penetrating herself as her other hand covered her breast and squeezed.

Billie slipped off the couch, breathing hard and landing awkwardly on her feet; she reached for and grabbed Martin's hand, pulling him to his feet. She wiggled out of her jeans and panties while Martin stood up and took his own clothes off.

Martin kicked his clothes to the side as Billie dropped to her knees and began to massage his swelling erection. She looked up at him and smiled, her mouth uttering words Kelly couldn't hear. He slowly turned until he was standing sideways against the couch, and Kelly's mouth dropped open as she watched her mother begin to give him a blowjob.

Kelly sighed. This was twice now she'd seen her mother go down on him. And she'd heard her say earlier how much her father enjoyed coming in her mouth. She definitely had to try that. Soon.

Martin groaned as Billie pressed forward, almost swallowing his cock.

Was he coming? Was her father filling her mother's mouth with semen?

No. Billie pulled her mouth from Martin's glistening penis and looked up at him, smiling as she cupped his balls and massaged them; he looked down at her and smiled, brushing her face with his hand.

Billie stood up, then Martin stood up, and hand in hand, leaving their clothes on the floor of the living room, they walked to their bedroom, turning off the one light still burning in the kitchen.

Kelly watched until their shadows had disappeared from their doorway and then followed them, stopping in the shadows outside their doorway.

Her father lay on the bed, his prick angled upward, throbbing. 

Could he see her from there? If he could, he wanted to see her naked, didn't he? She pulled her sopping wet fingers from her panties and with fumbling hands, shoved her panties from her hips.

Her mother suddenly walked into view and Kelly bit at her lip as she gasped.

Billie sat on the bed, straddling Martin's thigh as she wrapped a hand around his throbbing erection. He reached forward and cupped her breast, drawing his fingers back along the tender flesh, catching the nipple and pinching it enough to elicit a moan from Billie as she clenched her thighs against him.

That was the encouragement she needed; she leaned forward, threw a leg over her him, and as Kelly watched, her mother pulled his cock up, angled it up into her swollen cunt and mounted him.

Kelly slowly began fingering herself again as she watched her mother and father fuck, their pace and motion alternating from relaxed to purposed, her mother clearly using her father's erection to satisfy herself.

Their sex became guttural and earthy as Martin grabbed at Billie, pulling her against him, urging his cock deeper inside her, until finally, with Billie rolling her hips and flexing her ass, the two of them came as one. Billie continued to grind against him, using her pussy and reaching between them to probe beneath his balls to urge semen out of his penis and into her pussy.

Billie finally fell forward into Martin's arms, both of them gasping for breath, and Kelly stole back to her room.

She'd been so focused on watching her parents' pleasure, she'd not come yet. She threw herself back into bed and began teasing herself in earnest, now, and in a matter of minutes, she gasped as orgasm took her.

Kelly clenched her thighs together against her hand as she moaned.

She lay there trembling and shaking. It was good. It was very good. But it was better when someone else made her come. Maybe she and daddy could be together tomorrow night. Maybe.

Kelly kept one hand between her thighs as she reached for the sheets and pulled them up over her.

Maybe.



A few blocks away, Pam stood in front of her mirror putting away her clean clothes. She unfolded the green shorts that were a part of her school's volleyball uniform and held them up, looking through the fabric as it stretched against her fingers.

They were thin, weren't they?



Unintentional Lolita Ch. 07



Author's note:

This is a follow-up to the previous chapter of Unintentional Lolita; you may want to read it first... this will make a lot more sense if you do.



Pam stood at her dresser looking at the clothes she was putting away. 

She chewed at her lip as she looked at the thin, skintight green shorts that she wore for volleyball, picked them up, and held them in front of her, covering the heather grey gym shorts she was wearing as much as she could.

They were scant, weren't they? Just a tad more cloth than the bottom half of a two-piece swimsuit, and snug enough to be much more revealing. She looked up into the mirror. She was all but ready for bed, and with her bra off, her nipples were clearly outlined against her T-shirt.

Interesting, wasn't it, that Kelly's mother and her own felt the same way about the shorts? Maybe not so much; most of the mothers thought the same thing. And that was what made it so hard to deal with; they were all eighteen; old enough to vote; old enough, push come to shove, to be out on their own; yet all still living at home where they had to listen to their parents harp at them. That was usually their mothers preaching about how they were dressing like sluts; why didn't they just put on a t-shirt that read "Wanna fuck?"

She and her mother had argued about the shorts a number of times. Pam didn't know why her mom was making such a big deal; it wasn't like she'd chosen the shorts for their uniforms.

Her mother just didn't get it, though. You couldn't wear anything under them without it being seen, and there was nothing so embarrassing as everyone being able to tell exactly what you were wearing for underwear.

And Kelly. Pam sighed.  Kelly had come to her with common interest, observation and a dirty little suggestion. Pam sighed again; her friend was probably at home lying in bed thinking almost the same thoughts she was.  And she'd snapped at Kelly for it. 

But Kelly was right; Teddy was cute, even if he was Pam's twin brother. He was pretty athletic, really; the geeky awkwardness about him was an act. Well, maybe not an act; the truth, Pam suspected, was that he was too distracted staring at the girl's asses, or on occasion, their bouncing boobs.

That was the only one reason why he watched the girls play volleyball, and it was the same reason, too, that he played volleyball on occasion; to watch her and the other girls.

Pam knew he spied on her when he had the chance, and she'd spied on him a couple of times, too. She hadn't really seen much, but she was pretty sure he had bigger cock than the boy she'd been dating up until a couple of weeks ago. And she was sure Teddy jerked off thinking about her, too, but she couldn't let Kelly know it turned her on, could she? No, that would be just a little too weird.

Pam giggled. Would Kelly let Teddy watch her? She looked into the mirror and slowly shook her head.  Why did she get a twist in her stomach to think about him looking at Kelly the way he looked at her? Why was she getting wet thinking about any of this?

'Wear something under those shorts... something... anything...' That's what her mother had said.

Would a thong really make a difference beneath her shorts?

She didn't really think so, but you could never really tell for sure what something looked like if you didn't have the right angle; that's why it was so important for someone else to look at you when you tried something on.

Pam sighed as she looked at the clock. It was late; she should really be in bed, considering she had to practice in the morning. Her mom and dad had been in bed for more than an hour.

She laid down the shorts and picked up the thong, holding it up in front of her and she felt her heart race. She might as well not even bother with it, no more than it covered, especially as snug as the shorts were anyway.

She looked into the mirror and took a deep breath. Kelly had been right about one other thing, too. At least, sort of. Pam didn't know if she was really prepared to watch Teddy masturbate, but she thought it would be fun to watch him become uncomfortably aroused. 

She dropped the thong onto her bed and reached for her bedroom door.

You couldn't call it cock-teasing if it was your brother, could you? But maybe she needed to tempt him a little to whet his appetite.

She shimmied out of her shorts and grabbed up a pair of panties. She looked in the mirror and smiled; they were sheer; he'd be able to see right through them.

That oughta work.

She stepped out into the hallway, grabbed his doorknob and began to twist. Oh, gawd, she thought as she began to push in on his door. What if he's...?

Teddy looked up with shock on his face as his sister leaned into his room.

"Geeze, Pam... knocking... ever heard of it?"

She smiled and nodded as she slid into his room and leaned against the wall. "Yeah. I heard about it the same day they said you're not supposed to stare through cracked doors at your sister when she's getting dressed." She tugged at her T-shirt, pulling it up so he could get a look at her.

That shut him up, and she chewed at her lip as he turned red and fidgeted in his bed. He dropped the game controller for his Xbox onto his desk and slid off his bed.

"What do you want?" he asked as he walked over to her.

Her eyes dropped down to his boxers. Yup, that's all he was wearing. She could just make out his cock beneath the not-all-that snug cloth.

"I need an opinion."

"On what?"

She shook her head and grabbed at his hand. "Not here; I need to show you."

Teddy followed her, his feet staggering to keep from stepping on her heels as he followed her into her room.

Pam smiled as she did her best to sling him into the room and close the door behind him. She'd make him hard just talking about it; that would be fun.

"Mom is really on my case," she said as she pushed him onto the bed.

"About what?" He sat down hard, bouncing on the mattress and scooted back, leaning against the wall and making himself comfortable.

"About the shorts we wear to play volleyball."

He looked up at her like she'd caught him with his hand in the cookie jar.

"What about them?"

She bit at her lip to keep from smiling as she looked down and watched him lay a hand over his crotch. This was going to be easy.  Too easy.

Pam rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. "Don't tell me you haven't been listening to her rant about how tight they are."

Teddy nodded. He'd heard it all on more than one occasion.

"About how I need to wear something under them."

He tilted his head as he looked at her. "Wear something under them?" 

Pam nodded and leaned toward him, planting a knee between his legs as she looked down at his crotch. He was starting to get hard.

"She says they're so thin they might as well be spray painted on; that I might as well be playing naked." That last part was made-up; it was true, but her mother hadn't said it; one of the other girls had. "I don't want to wear anything under them because you'll be able to see whatever it is I'm wearing."

Teddy swallowed hard. This wasn't fair. His sister was talking about how tight her shorts were; tight wasn't the word; they were like a second skin. Screw that; they might as well be her skin when she was wearing them.

And her tits; he was trying hard to listen to what she was saying, but her T-shirt was thin, and she wasn't wearing a bra; her nipples were pointing right at him.

And he could feel his cock swelling. There was no stopping it; he was going to have a raging hard-on in a matter of seconds.

Pam turned away from him, looking toward her shorts as she grabbed up the thong from her bed as she smiled. She was so bad, teasing her brother like this; and she was getting wet, too. She could never tell Kelly about this.

"So, I got this thong," she said, turning back to Teddy. "And it's tiny." She held it up and turned it around so he could see it. She looked down and almost gasped. His erection jutted up against his boxers, and short of holding a pillow in his lap, there was nothing he could do to hide it.

"But I'm going to humor mom and try it and see if it does anything to... 'preserve my modesty.'"

Teddy was staring at her with wide eyes and an open mouth, rapt and consumed.

"I want you to tell me if you can see a difference."

"A difference?"

Pam nodded and tried not to giggle. He sounded like he'd just finished at the dentist and was still numb.

"Yeah. A difference between me wearing the shorts with it and wearing the shorts without it."

He looked up at her. Did that mean...? "But you're not wearing..."

She smiled and nodded. "I know; that's why I had you come in here, so I can model them for you."

Teddy swallowed hard and felt his heart skip a beat as she raised her T-shirt enough to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.

And he felt his heart stop altogether as she turned sideways and pushed them down from her hips. The cloth pooled at her feet, and as she stepped out of it to kick it away, she grabbed at the T-shirt and bunched it up in her hands.

"This shirt's almost too long," she said as she tied it into a knot that was high enough to bare her belly, but low enough to keep her breasts outlined against the cloth.

She picked up the thong and raised a leg to step into it, wiggling her hips as she settled the thong in place against her pussy. It wasn't the first time she'd worn one, she just wasn't that crazy about them; she actually preferred wearing bikini panties or no underwear at all, to be honest about it, and that drove her mother nuts.

"Whatcha think?" She turned and swiveled her pelvis as she thrust herself towards him, and her eyes widened as she saw him squeeze his cock.

His only response was to nod and keep his gaze fixed on the thong covering her pussy.

Pam spun away from him, grabbed up the shorts and bent forward, thrusting her ass back at him as she started to slip into the shorts.

Teddy groaned as he pressed down on his cock; damn, but he wanted, no, he needed to relieve himself. All the times he'd spied on her before; none of it compared to this. She might be his sister, but she was smoking hot. The sleek, smooth curve of her ass... damn, he wanted to touch her.

She wiggled her hips again as she wriggled into the shorts, and then her hands fanned out across her ass, her fingers digging into the flesh of her ass cheeks as she pulled at them, letting the spandex crawl into her ass crack. She turned around slowly, catching just a glimpse of herself in the mirror before facing her brother.

"And with the shorts on," she said, running her hands down over her thighs, bringing them back up slowly and letting her fingers trace against the outer edge of her pussy. She looked down; you might not be able to see anything from the rear, but you could definitely make out the outline of the thong against her shorts.

Teddy nodded, and without realizing it, his hand began sliding up and down on the cloth covered pole that was his cock.

"Personally, I think it looks better without the thong," she said. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the spandex shorts, pushed them again, hooking the thong, too, and pushed down. "But I want you to tell me what you think."

She took a step back and turned sideways as she exposed herself. He'd see her, but only a glimpse. She placed a hand on his thigh for balance as she leaned forward and stepped out of the scant garments. They locked eyes and she saw his face flush red. He was caught and he knew it.

She knelt down and grabbed at the shorts, and as she stood up, her other hand covered her pussy as she dropped them onto the bed. 

Teddy swallowed hard and scooted forward.

"I need to go," he said, his cock a virtual timber jutting from his body and swaying out of control beneath his boxers.

"Don't," she said, grabbing him by the arm. 

They locked eyes again and Pam chewed at her lip as he weighed whether to bolt or not.

"Pam..." All I wanna do is yank down my shorts and jerk off or... fuck you. He couldn't spit the words out.

"I know you come to the games and stare at me," she said. "And probably some of the other girls, too, but I know you stand outside my door anytime it's cracked to see if you can catch me getting dressed or undressed."

This wasn't news to either of them; it was an unspoken truth they'd never discussed; only now it was out in the open.

Her hand slid down his arm and grasped his hand.

"I wouldn't have asked you to come in here if I didn't want you to see me."

Teddy swallowed hard and looked down to where his sister's hand covered her pussy.

"Sit down," she said. "Please? I wanna put the shorts on without anything on under them and I want you to tell me how obvious it is I'm not wearing panties."

She turned loose of his hand and reached for his boxers, slipping her fingers into the waistband.

"You can take these off if you want to."

"Take them off? I'll be naked."

Pam giggled and nodded as she pulled her hand free and turned away from him. She almost had him where she wanted him.

"I'm almost naked," she said. She could feel his eyes staring at her ass. A quick glance into the mirror confirmed it; his eyes were on her butt instead of peering at her reflection in an effort to see the front of her body. Maybe this would help...

She grabbed at the knot holding her shirt up above her waist and tugged. "I'll take this off. How's that?" She caught the hem up in her hands and yanked it over her head.

She dropped the shirt to the floor and covered herself with her hands again as she pivoted on her heels.

"You really want to see me naked?"

She nodded and bit at her lip, smiling nervously.

"You can't laugh," he said, looking down at the bulge in his boxers.

"I won't laugh," she replied. "Promise."

He looked up at her and drew in a deep breath as he shoved his boxers down. His cock sprang free, bobbing and weaving as it throbbed, and Pam caught her breath. 

She was most definitely not going to laugh at her brother.

She'd fucked her homecoming date. Johnny Putman. He'd been cute enough, nice enough, and she'd really liked him. And his cock was long enough, but stone hard, just before he came, he was no thicker than a hot dog wiener.

Her brother's cock was huge by comparison. He was every bit as long as Johnny, and easily twice as big around. 

And aimed straight at her.

Teddy would never tell anyone about what they were doing. No, Teddy would keep their secret. Unlike Johnny. Half their school had known by the following Monday that she'd put out. By the end of the week, word was out that he was pencil-pricked.

Pam turned away from him and grabbed at her shorts as he sat down on the bed again, his cock ticking side to side like an out of time metronome as he settled himself. She picked up her shorts and bent forward at the waist as he stared at her.

It was almost second nature that made him wrap his hand around his cock and begin stroking himself as she began sliding the spandex up her legs. His eyes darted to the mirror, and he saw her breasts jiggle as she wiggled her way into the shorts.

And then his eyes met hers as she looked up from watching him. 

His heart skipped a beat; he was watching her, and she was watching him. She was watching him masturbate.

Pam slid her hands around her ass again, groping herself as she made sure the spandex shorts sculpted themselves to every crevice of her body, and then she turned around, one hand and arm pretending to cover her chest as her other hand stroked at the thin fabric covering her pussy.

"Is this better?" she asked. "Or can you see everything?"

She froze in place, her eyes locking on his; his gaze was focused on her crotch, clearly outlined against the fabric of her shorts.  Her eyes drifted down and locked on his hand as it slid up and over the head of his swollen penis.

Ohhh, she thought, that would feel sooo good inside me.

She took a half step forward, centering herself between his legs, reaching down and spreading them apart as she leaned against the bed.

"Hey!" She slid her hand up his thigh and he looked up at her. She giggled and stood back up. "How obvious is it that I'm not wearing anything under these?"

He swallowed hard and nodded. "It's pretty obvious. I can... I can see everything."

"You can?"

He nodded as his hand slowed its travel up and over the head of his swollen penis. It really was almost like someone had aimed a can of spray paint at his sister's pussy and coated her with a thin layer of green. She was shaved bald, and he could clearly see the irregular outline of her slit as hit rose to the point of her clit, a smallish mound and bump pressing out against the cloth.

Pam felt herself suddenly, irrevocably, exposed to his eyes. She dropped the arm from her chest, almost immediately wishing she hadn't, but refusing to cover herself again, instead, forcing herself to keep her arms pinned to her side when what she wanted to do was a mix of stripping the shorts off and grabbing her pillow to hold in front of her body.

"You can really see everything?"

He nodded again, entranced, his hand slowly rubbing up and over the oozing head of his penis. Pam looked down at his throbbing cock and licked her lips.

Could she tease him into coming for her? Could she do that? She felt an electric jolt run through her body, giving her sudden goose-flesh, and she realized if she played it right, she'd make herself come, too.

"Show me."

Teddy caught his breath and his hand stopped moving, the head of his prick perched just above the ring of his fingers.

"Show you? Show you what?"

Pam swallowed hard. If she let him touch her, then maybe...

"I want you to touch me where you can see me."

"What do you mean, 'where I can see you?'"

She leaned forward and grabbed at his free hand and pulled on it, urging him to the edge of the bed. If he came now, he'd spray her with semen; at least when he started.

She pulled his hand to her belly and laid his fingertips against her skin.

"I want you to touch me where you can see through my shorts," she said.

Teddy looked up at her, and his cock swayed freely as he pulled his hand away to touch her thigh.

Ohmigod, she thought. He was just touching his cock with that hand, and now he's touching my leg. Ohmigod.

Teddy swallowed hard as his fingers slid down over the green cloth until his middle finger brushed over the small hooded mound of her clit.

Pam gasped and threw her hands to his shoulders as she felt her knees start to buckle.

He looked up at her panicked and started to pull his hand away from her; she caught his hand in hers and held it in place.

His heart skipped a beat; she wanted him to touch her.

He let her push his fingers down; he watched as he started to trace the furrow of her puffed pussy lips.

"Can you see me there, too?" she asked as she closed her eyes and panted.

He nodded and looked up at her. "Yeah." Her breasts were almost shaking she was breathing so hard, and her nipples were like little stones.

"I want you to tell me how noticeable it is from behind," she said, looking down at him and fighting to control her breath. "Okay?"

He swallowed hard and nodded. "Okay."

His hand fell away from her as she began to slowly turn around. 

The green spandex flowed with her skin as she turned, and Teddy sat there mesmerized as he watched his sister's ass flex with each tiny step that she took.

There wasn't much difference, really, looking at her from behind with the shorts on and looking at her naked.

"Hang on a second," she said. 

Teddy watched as she took a couple of short steps to her desk and pulled at her chair, dragging it across the floor and then re-centering herself in front of him.




Unintentional Lolita Ch. 07



"So I can keep my balance," she said.

"So you can keep your balance?" Teddy didn't understand, and she turned away, not answering him.

A moment later, he understood as she bent forward at the waist, thrusting her ass back at him.

"Well?"

Teddy swallowed hard as she wiggled her ass at him. If she wanted him to touch her...

He reached forward, grabbing her hip with one hand to steady her.

"I can see the line between your ass cheeks," he said, drawing his finger down between the spheres of her flesh. "And..."

His cock throbbed as she arched her back, pushing herself closer to him. The curves of her swollen pussy were clearly outlined; it was almost as though her shorts were vacuum sealed against her skin.

He slid his hand down between her legs, rolling it so that his middle finger pressed in against her.

"And I can see you outlined against the fabric here, too."

Pam moaned and gripped the chair so hard she thought her fingers were going to break.

Teddy slid his finger back and forth and felt his pulse racing, and as if it were even possible, his cock throbbed a little harder.

She was getting wet. He swallowed hard as he pushed his finger against her again, making her moan. His sister was getting turned on, and she was wet.

"You're getting really wet, Sis."

Pam nodded and looked back at him. "I think I'm almost as wet as you are hard."

He slid his finger forward again and his finger pressed into the fabric. Pam gasped; it felt almost like... almost like he was pushing his finger inside her.

She slowly pushed against the chair, forcing herself to stand up, grabbing at his hand as he tried to pull it back, holding it against her, gasping as she pressed his fingers against her pussy.

Oh, gawd, it felt good having him touch her.

"I should really take these off," she said, shoving her thumbs into the waist band of the shorts and starting to push down.

She was still positioned right in front of him; he literally had nowhere he could go, and so he sat there staring at her ass as she started easing the green spandex down past her hips.

The fabric caught in between her ass cheeks for a moment and then snapped free, and a moment later, she leaned forward, thrusting her ass back at him as she stepped out of her shorts.

The temptation to touch her again was too great to resist, and Teddy reached forward, grasping her hips with both hands.

She was so soft; so warm; so firm.

Pam grabbed at the chair and clutched at it as she felt her brother's fingers on her skin. If she was going to balk; if she was going to be the one to blink, she'd better do it right now. If she didn't want him to touch her again...

Teddy's fingers slid down the curved slope of her ass cheek and Pam closed her eyes and began panting again.

Oh, touch me, please touch me.

She spread her feet apart again and felt his fingers glide in between her legs.

Yes, yes, yes, she thought. 

His hand brushed against her skin as his finger jutted forward and split her sodden, swollen lips apart.

Pam gasped as he penetrated her, shoving his hand forward until his finger was buried in her pussy.

"Oh, gawd," she said, bending forward a little more and thrusting her ass back at him.

"Are you okay, Sis?"

She nodded weakly. "Yeah. I just..." She panted for breath. "If you keep doing that, you're gonna make me come."

Teddy looked at her flexing ass, inches in front of him and slowly started moving his finger in and out of her swollen slit.

"You want me to make you come?"

She nodded. What was she thinking? What was she doing? Ohhh, his finger felt so good inside her.

"Oh, gawd, yesss..."

Teddy leaned forward as he thrust his finger deep inside her again, making her moan. She reached beneath her and grabbed at his hand, holding it against her, rubbing herself against it. 

Teddy slid off the bed, and as he stood up, his cock slapped against her ass. Pam pulled her hand free and reached back, her fingers cupping his balls and then moving up to touch his throbbing penis.

"Damn, you're hard."

"Uh-huh." He thrust against her, his cock sliding awkwardly in her hand as he reached around her and groped at her breast. 

Pam gasped again and pulled her hand from his swollen cock, grasping at the chair again as the pleasure continued to consume her.

Teddy slid his hand down from her breast, down along her belly, and Pam stood up straight, grabbing at him. She pulled the hand on her belly down against her pussy as he pulled his other hand free; he grabbed at her ass as she pressed him against her sodden sex, and he thrust against her as his finger slid inside her again.

Pam gasped and clutched at him. The base of his thumb was pressed against her pubic mound as his finger slid in between her folds. And his cock was rubbing against her hip. He was thrusting against her.

She grabbed at the hand on her ass. She wanted his arm around her; she could feel her legs getting weak as she grew more and more aroused.

Her fingers laced with his and she pulled his arm around her.

Pam gasped and Teddy groaned as his cock slid against her ass. He rocked forward against her, his heavy, cum-filled balls rubbing against her, his cock, oozing, painting a trail on her lower back.

Primal instinct began to grow stronger, and Teddy spread his feet out and leaned back, rolling his hips and stabbing at her with his engorged penis.

Pam moaned and clenched at his hand as she felt the phallic prong probe at her. He pulled his hand from her pussy and her hand fell from his. He leaned back again, grabbing at her hips, and she reached back for him, her hand catching his cock as he thrust at her again.

She was so close to coming.

So close.

Her fingers wrapped around the shaft; Teddy's cock was so hard.

He rocked forward again, sliding his cock in her hand and stabbing at her ass.

Pam rocked back against him, trying to maintain the contact between his cock and her backside, and she pushed down on his swollen member, aiming it down between her legs.

Teddy gasped as his cock slipped down between her ass cheeks.

Was she really...?

He rocked forward, the friction against the head of his cock uneven and divine. 

Pam gasped, Teddy groaned, and pleasure swept over both of them as he pressed into her.

"Ohhh... ohhh... yesss... ohhh... you're so hard..." Pam's knuckles turned white as she clenched the chair in front of her.

Teddy gasped as his cock slid inside her, and he paused for a moment when the tops of his thighs came into contact with her ass.

"Oh, gawd... ohhh... Teddy..." 

His fingers dug into her as he rocked back, and then he thrust forward again.

"Ohhh... oh, gawd... Teddy... ohhh... fuck... fuck... me..."

Teddy thrust into her again. She was as tight and wet as he was hard; being inside his sister was like wearing a tight fitting silk glove.

Pam gasped as his cock slid in and out of her. He was... so hard. And it felt... sooo good.  Oh... this... this was Kelly's fault. If Kelly hadn't suggested to her that...

Pam felt a warm burning starting within her; like a freight train; gaining momentum.

"Ohhh... Teddy... I'm gonna... I'm... you're... gonna make me..."

Her eyes locked open.

If she was this close, he was probably just as close.

That meant that he was ready to...

"Unnnhhh..."

Teddy clenched his eyes shut and grunted, his thrusts suddenly short and ragged as he began to come, shooting semen into his sister's womb.

Pam gasped as she realized what was happening, and then her own orgasm claimed her. She moaned, thrusting back against him, eager for the contact bringing her so much pleasure.

And then they were both spent and out of breath, almost too weak to stand. 

Teddy fell back against the bed, and with his still hard penis buried in his sister's pussy, he held on to her and pulled her with him.

She almost fell; he caught her and helped her onto the bed, his cock popping out with a sloppy squish of noise.

Pam collapsed face down, gasping, quickly rolling her head to the side and pushing hair out of the way so she could breathe.

Teddy leaned over her. He had to admit, clothed or unclothed, his sister had a great ass.  He crawled on top of her, his waning erection still potent enough to stab at her.

Pam gasped as she felt him probing at her opening again.

"Ohhh..." She clawed at the sheets. "Teddy... I can't... we can't..."

He rolled to the side, his back bumping against the wall.

"We just did."

Pam slowly pulled herself up and rolled to face him, nodding.

"Yeah. I know."

He swallowed hard and looked at her.

"What now?" he asked.

She bit her lip and shook her head. "I don't know. I mean..."

Pam closed her eyes and dropped her head onto the pillow. A thousand thoughts swirled in her head, making her mind flip over and over and over.

She reached for her brother, and when her fingers landed on his arm, he took her hand in his.

"I've gotta get up early in the morning," she said. "I really need to go to sleep."

It was the truth, but it was a cop out, and she knew it. It was a quick out to drive him away so she could think, relive the last few minutes and figure out what to do next. The only question was whether or not he'd buy it.

He nodded slowly. "Okay."  

She nodded and smiled back as he looked down at her.

"I know this is gonna sound corny, but I love you, Sis."

Pam giggled and rolled her eyes.

"You're right; it does sound corny, but I love you, too."

Teddy smiled and slowly crawled over her.

He knelt down and picked up his boxers; he stood back up and Pam caught her breath. His cock was no longer erect, but it was still longer and thicker than that other boy's. What was his name again? She couldn't remember.

Teddy held his boxers in front of himself and started to slide out his bedroom door.

"Want me to get the light?"

She bit her lip and nodded.

He flicked the switch and her room plunged into darkness; metallic machinations gave notice of his exit, and as the door opened, she spied his shadow slipping out against the sliver of light streaming from his room.

Pam rolled on her bed and grabbed at the sheets, slowly sliding her feet, and then the rest of her body beneath the bedcovers. 

"Sweetheart? Are you alright?"

"Huh?" What on earth was their mother doing awake? When she first fell asleep, it was like pulling teeth to get her awake again.

"I heard a noise and I wanted to check and see if you were alright."

"I'm fine, Mom."

The silence that followed was drowned out by the heater blowing out the vent and the clock in the living room, a very faint, but distinct 'tick, tick, tick.'

"Are you sure?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, sweetheart. Sleep well."

"G'night, Mom."

"Goodnight, baby."

Pam tugged the covers up a little higher and took a deep breath.

How much had mom heard? How much had she seen? Did she see Teddy leave her room? 

She forced herself to breathe evenly; hyperventilating would not be a good thing.



Margaret stepped back from her daughter's doorway and looked into the narrow opening, now dark, leading into her son's room.

She was normally a pretty heavy sleeper, but tonight, for some reason, not so much.

Why?

She'd heard something; sounds. Sounds she couldn't place.

And then she'd heard a thump. It was a low noise, and she hadn't thought it was serious, so she hadn't woken her husband.

She'd cracked the door just in time to see her son slip out of her daughter's room, and... he was naked!

Naked, holding his boxers in front of him at first, and then not as he spun away from her door.

She'd caught her breath when she saw him. His penis was flaccid but still heavy with blood, and glistening in the beams of light streaming out of his bedroom. 

Were those the sounds she'd heard? Had her children...? No. No, it couldn't be. It simply wasn't possible.

She slowly made her way back to bed and slipped back in beneath the sheets. Ted never moved.



Teddy lay balled up on his bed breathing short and rapid. 

And petrified.

His mother's voice had startled him. 

She was speaking in a low voice to his sister.

The fact she was in the hallway at all was inconceivable this late at night. The reality of what it meant had tied his stomach in a knot.

How much had she heard?

There was no question in his mind she'd seen him leave his sister's room.

This was not good.



Mother, son and daughter lay fitfully in their own beds, two rapidly beating hearts knowing full well exactly what had happened, one wondering, suspecting, but unsure. 

Margaret finally drifted off, and so did Teddy.

Pam did, too, finally, but on her way to the land of the sandman, she kept running it through her mind over and over.

She'd been so sure Teddy would want to watch her touch herself, and then she could watch him; that would be the deal.

And not that he didn't want to watch her touch herself; she certainly wanted to watch him, but fucking had not been part of the plan. And not that it hadn't been a pleasant experience, but at some point, she'd apologize to Kelly for snapping at her, and inevitably, the subject would come up again in conversation.

By then... hopefully by then, she'd think of a way to talk about without giving away the secret that she and her brother hadn't watched each other masturbate; they'd fucked.

And she'd liked it.

A lot.



Unintentional Lolita Ch. 08



As usual, all sexual activity and descriptions thereof takes place among characters who are at least 18 years of age...

*****

Kelly woke up the next morning, showered, threw on her gym clothes and dashed out the door while her mother and I slowly woke from our slumber.

I'm guessing that's what happened, anyway, because we were dozing peacefully one moment, then she was leaning down to kiss us goodbye, telling us she loved us and dashing for the door the next.

Billie and I slowly stirred beneath the bed sheets, tangled ourselves in one another for a few minutes groping, cuddling and kissing, and then we crawled out of bed. 

I grabbed at sweatpants and a t-shirt as Billie pulled on a robe, and we headed for the kitchen.

"One thing is for sure," Billie said as she drew water for the coffee. "We had an audience last night."

"How can you tell?"

"Look at the floor just outside our doorway."

I leaned back around the corner; Kelly's panties lay in a scant, little heap.

"Thoughts?" I asked.

Billie shrugged as she poured the water into the coffee maker. "If we don't want her watching, we need to shut the door." 

I laughed and Billie did, too.

"It isn't funny," she said, trifling to suppress her giggling. "When did I become an exhibitionist?"

I laughed again. "When did you stop being an exhibitionist?"

Billie caught her breath and sighed, nodding her head slowly as her eyebrows raised. "When I became the mother of a little girl. I had to set a good example for my children."

She sighed again. "I don't have little girls anymore; they're all grown up now."

Never mind the interlude we'd shared with Allyson, once the newness of our being together had become familiar, we'd never given a second thought to who saw us doing what as long as we weren't in public. And our friends had been the same way. Adulthood and responsibility bring changes that are often sobering.

Billie leaned back against the counter and chewed at her lip. "I'm torn between the knowledge that I'm teaching my daugher things that'll serve her in well as she becomes sexually active and the fact that her first lover, the one she wants to bed her for the first time, is her father."

Billie grabbed at my hips, pulling me to her such that my cock was pressing into her as it began to swell.

"You don't think you're being a little presumptive?"

Billie rolled her eyes and sighed, then shook her head. "I believe, when all I said and done, that two of the best friends I have to look forward to, are my daughters; Jessica and I are already well on our way, especially if I can just get her to leave that journalism major alone."

"I didn't think they were together anymore."

Billie sighed and shook her head again. "They were still going out as of last Sunday. But, as I was saying, I think, in the long run, the relationship I have with my daughters will blossom into a really strong friendship. But regardless of all the other dynamics involved, there's always a special bond between fathers and daughters... sons and mothers, too... that's different.

"You remember when they were little; they fought over which one would get to marry you when they grew up."

I nodded and laughed. It would have been nothing but funny if Kelly hadn't become so upset when we explained to her that I was married to their mother; she and her sister would fine young men to marry when they grew up for husbands of their own.

Billie bit her lip and nodded.

"I guarantee you, at some level, in the back of her mind, whether she's thinking about it or not, your daughter still yearns for... there's a special connection the two of you will always have, that no one can take away from her..."

"She knows I love her..."

Billie nodded. "She does, and she's never doubted your love for her. I know that." Billie shrugged and sighed. "But there's a part of her... and I understand it, believe it or not, that wants to be loved so completely by her father..."

"You understand that?"

Billie bit her lip and nodded.

"Did you and your dad ever...?"

Billie's forehead wrinkled and she shook her head. "My father?" She laughed. "You've known my father since before we got married; he's about as warm and personable as a goat." She shook her head, turned and reached for the coffee pot. "And my mother will tell you the same thing, too."

I watched as Billie poured two cups of coffee. 

"No, I love my father dearly, but I can honestly say I never adored him quite the way our daughters adore you."

Billie sat the pot back on the warmer and slipped her arms around my neck.

"That," she said as she laid her lips against my cheek, "is a big part of why I love you as much as I do; you've always been so warm and affectionate with the girls. They never had to wonder about your love for them."

The shrill, high pitched tweet of the whistle made Kelly's head rattle. It sounded like it was right behind her ear.

"What was that?" the coach yelled.

'That' had been the flat of a hand smacking a serve straight into the net. It was the fourth serve Pam had missed during practice. Pam was one of the better servers; she wasn't that strong, but she could put the ball anywhere she wanted to with such accuracy it was scary.

"I'm sorry, Coach," she said. "Lemme try again."

The coach nodded and the ball bounced off the hardwood floor as it careened back to Pam's hands.

"You'd better get it together," the coach said, clapping her hands. "Central does not make mistakes; they wait for you to make them, then they capitalize on them. Do we want to let them take advantage of our mistakes?"

"No!" 

The nowhere near unison chorus sounded tired and strained.

Hustle, hustle, hustle.

It wasn't a new concept for the girls, but they'd been at it for four hours with hardly a break, and it was beginning to wear on them.

Fifteen minutes later, everyone had cycled around the court again, and convinced she wasn't going to make any more progress with her young charges, the coach blew her whistle one last time.

"Alright, girls, bring it in." She waited as they formed a weak semi-circle in front of her and then she took a deep breath. "You've done a great job getting this far, but we're not finished yet. Now, I know some of you went out last night and had a lot of fun, and the rest of you wanted to, but you've got to stay focused. If we bet Central, then we'll face Coleman or Clarks Point, and neither of them are pushovers, either.

"Go home, get some rest, and come back ready on Monday."

One last blast from the whistle and the girls began to file away, slowly heading to the locker room. 

If they'd been headed back to class, they would have hit the showers. But it was the weekend and they were all headed home as soon as they collected their personal belongings.

"Hey." Kelly looked over at Pam, not sure if her friend would even acknowledge her. Both of them had almost been late for practice, and they'd all been so busy once they'd arrived...

"Hey." Pam looked up momentarily, smiled, and then looked back down at her bag as she slipped on her sweatshirt.

"Listen," Kelly said. "About what I said yesterday..."

Pam shook her head. "Don't mention it."

"It was silly and I'm sorry..."

"No. Seriously," Pam said. "Don't mention it. Let's just pretend it never happened."

Kelly nodded slowly. They were all tired; exhausted from the practice they'd just finished, but there was something else behind Pam's somber expression. What, though?

"Okay."

"Thanks." Pam leaned over and gave Kelly a quick hug. "I gotta go."

"Okay. See you later."

Pam smiled and waved, her pony-tail bobbing and swaying as she bopped across the floor and out the door.

Odd, thought Kelly. Very odd.

"What is up with you today?"

Kelly jerked her head to the side as Lisa and Mandi sat on the bench by her locker.

"You and Pam were both..." Mandi narrowed her eyes as though trying to peer into Kelly's mind. "You were both somewhere else."

"Yeah."

Kelly shuffled her feet and drew in a carefully measured breath as Lisa's eyes widened.

"It's a guy. Isn't it?"

Kelly opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Lisa cut her off.

"I knew it!"

"Who?" Mandi asked, leaning closer.

Kelly shook her head. "No one you know." That much was true, wasn't it? Neither girl had ever met her father.

Mandi and shot Lisa a glance. 

"I know this sounds bad, but you throw out the name of someone that goes to school here..."

"He doesn't go to school here, okay?"

Lisa and Mandi looked at one another.

"College guy?" Lisa asked.

Kelly closed her eyes and dipped her head as the two girls scooted closer. 

"He must really be something to make you fall off your game like this," Mandi said.

Kelly nodded and sighed.

"Are you sleeping with him?" Lisa asked.

Kelly locked eyes with her, and she didn't answer, but she could feel the red flush rising from her chest, burning her neck.

"You slut!" Mandi said.

"No!" Kelly replied, grabbing Mandi's arm. "We haven't... done anything... yet."

"Haven't done anything yet, my ass," said Lisa. She bit her lip and leaned in. "Details."

Kelly shook her head. "I'm not telling you anything; it'll be all over school before first bell Monday."

Lisa shook her head and held out our extended pinky. "Sisterhood pinky pledge, Kel. Nothing you tell us here leaves the room."

Mandi linked her pinky with Lisa's and slowly, reluctantly, Kelly joined them.

"Tell me it's not that dweeb you went to homecoming with."

"David? Ohgod, no." Kelly rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"I agree with Lisa. The way you hesitated when you said you hadn't done anything... yet..."

Kelly sighed and looked at Mandi, then at Lisa. "I gave him a hand job."

Lisa and Mandi exchanged glances. 

"That's it?" Lisa said. "You gave him a hand job? That's... not that big a deal, Kel. I mean, don't put it out there, but if I go out with a guy and he'll settle for a hand job..."

"And he made me come."

Mandi and Lisa stared at Kelly.

"He made you come?" Mandi asked. "How?

Kelly sighed again and closed her eyes. "He got me off; I got him off." She could feel herself starting to get wet just thinking about it.

Lisa cocked her head. "You gave each other hand jobs."

Kelly nodded. "Basically."

"So you didn't actually sleep together," Mandi said.

"Why do they call it sleeping together, anyway?" Lisa asked. "Everyone knows you get naked, or not, do it, and put your clothes back on."

Mandi rolled her eyes and looked back at Kelly. "So he didn't actually fuck you?"

Kelly closed her eyes and shook her head.

Lisa smiled and leaned back. "But you wanted him to. Didn't you?"

Kelly locked eyes with her and slowly nodded.

Lisa leaned forward. "So, what are you waiting on? The prom?"

Kelly shook her head and leaned back against her locker. "I can't wait that long."

"So when?"

"Yeah, Kel. When?" Mandi asked.

Kelly drew in a deep breath and smiled. "We're supposed to go out tonight."

"Okay."

"The only thing is," Kelly said, "I just..."

Mandi and Lisa looked at one another.

"What?" Lisa asked.

Kelly rolled her eyes and sighed. "I've heard you... I've heard other girls complain about how quick it's over and..."

"You don't want it to be wham, bam..."

"No. I don't," Kelly replied.

"That's easy enough," Mandi replied. "Have him wear a condom. It's a good idea anyway, and..."

"No." Kelly shook her head. 

"No?" Mandi looked at Lisa. "Do you want to get pregnant?"

Kelly shook her head. "I'm not going to get pregnant." 

"There's no such thing as a sure thing, there, girly," Lisa said. "Not even with a rain coat. But why would you not want him to wear a condom? I seriously do not understand that."

Kelly sighed and smiled. "Because I want to feel him inside me."

Mandi rolled her eyes. "Trust me, even with a condom, you'll know he's inside you."

Kelly shook her head. "It's not that. It's..." She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "When we were... together... he was... so hard. And his hands on me felt... so good. And when he came on me..."

"Excuse me. Did you say he came on you?" Mandi asked.

Kelly nodded and Mandi wrinkled her nose.

"That is disgusting."

Lisa smiled. "Not necessarily."

Mandi looked at her, shocked.

"On your face?" Lisa asked.

Kelly shook her head and swept her hand down her body. "Most of it landed on my belly. Some of it landed on my tits."

"I still think that's disgusting."

"Shush," Lisa said as she swatted Mandi's arm. "So you liked it when he came on you?"

Kelly could feel her face flushing again as she nodded.

"Did you taste it?" Lisa asked.

Kelly locked eyes with Lisa as Mandi's mouth dropped open. Slowly, Kelly licked her lips and nodded.

"And did you like it?"

Kelly slowly nodded again.

"Okay, then," Lisa said, scooting forward on the bench. "So... since a condom's out, I figure you have one of two options available to you."

"Options?"

Lisa nodded. "You can blow him or jerk him. Again."

Kelly wrinkled her brow. "How does that help?"

Lisa rolled her eyes and leaned back. "When guys come, it takes a little while before they can go again. Blow him or jerk him, your choice, make him come and then fuck him when he gets hard again."

"Have you ever given head before?" Mandi asked.

"Given head?"

Lisa rolled her eyes again. "Given a blow job. Ever done that before?"

Kelly shook her head and Lisa leaned forward.

"Are you still a virgin?"

Kelly bit her lip and nodded.

"Oh." Mandi leaned back and looked at Lisa. "Then..."

Lisa waved her hand at Mandi and scooted forward again. "Ignore her, Kel. First things first. It might be magical, and it might not; the first time is almost always a little awkward."

"Uh, Lees, there's only one first time," Mandi said.

"There's one first first time," Lisa said, "and then there's the first time you're with someone new." She looked over at Mandi. "It's not quite as awkward as the very first time, but close."

Mandi looked back at her, but said nothing.

"That said, Kel, if you blow or jerk the guy, he'll have a little more stamina when he gets hard again, and all you really need to do is get him to tease you mercilessly before he puts it in."

"Tease me?"

Lisa nodded. "Remember how good you said it felt for him to touch you?"

Kelly smiled and nodded.

"So have him touch you again. And again. Have him get you so close to coming that you can feel it."

"And then?"

Lisa nodded. "And then."

"And if I want to... blow him? I've watched someone do it before, but..."

Mandi's mouth dropped open. "You watched someone giving a blowjob? Who?"

Lisa waved her hand and shook her head. "A definite point of curiosity, but not important here. You want to know how to do it."

Kelly nodded.

"Give me your finger."

"What?"

Lisa reached for Kelly's hand. "Give me your finger."

"Which one?" Kelly asked as Lisa pulled her closer.

"This one," Lisa replied as she folded Kelly's fingers into a fist and pulling on her index finger. "Okay." She looked up at Kelly as she held onto Kelly's finger. "We're really, really going to hope, for your sake, that your fella's dick is bigger than this..."

Kelly giggled and nodded. "It is. Much... bigger." Daddy, her 'fella,' was definitely better endowed than her index finger.

Lisa smiled and nodded. "That's good. So... for our purposes, this is the head of his dick," she said, drawing her finger in a slow circle around the tip of Kelly's finger. "This part, with the fingernail, is the helmet for his awesomeness and it's pretty sensitive. This part, though, the pad, is the underside and it's super sensitive."

Kelly nodded.

"This part, the head, is where you make all your money," Lisa said. "Lick like this and you'll drive him nuts." She stuck her tongue out and licked at the pad of Kelly's finger, then slowly sucked it in and worked it around in her mouth. "Probably won't take much and he'll start to ooze a little, perfectly normal, and you'll start to get a sense of what he's really going to taste like."

Kelly nodded and caught her breath as Lisa sucked her finger into her mouth again. Lisa's lips and tongue against her finger... Kelly balled her other hand into a fist and resisted the urge to touch herself. This was so...

"The head, sweetie, just the head," Lisa said. "In fact, you can wrap your fingers around the shaft and control how much of his dick you have in your mouth if you want to, but the head is where you really make it work for you."

"This is so fucking hot," Mandie said. "You're making me horny."

Lisa smiled. "That's another lesson for another time. Don't distract me. Get into a rhythm, bobbing up and down, letting his dick slide in and out of your mouth against your tongue. Trust me; you'll know when he's getting ready to come."

"And when he comes..."

Lisa looked over at Mandi, silencing her with a glance. "When he comes, what you do is entirely up to you, whether you want him to come in your mouth, whether or not you want to swallow it..."

Mandi made as if to jam a finger in her mouth to gag herself.

"Some of us like it, Man."

"I don't know why."

Lisa shook her head and looked back at Kelly. "Why is unimportant. You like it or you don't. You might like it... he might like it... if he comes on your tits. Some guys like to splooge on your face. That... that is what I can't stand. It gets in your hair, it gets in your eyes... it burns if it gets in your eyes."

She looked up at Kelly. "I can tell you this much." She smiled and licked her lips. "Everything I know, guys love coming in your mouth and they love it when you swallow. You may not like it, but if you're willing to do it, you can wrap them around your little finger."

Kelly nodded.

"And..." Lisa leaned back and smiled again, looking at Mandi then back at Kelly. "If you go down on him and treat him right, then he can't say no when you ask him to go down on you. And that can be a lot of fun."

"You are such a slut," Mandi said.

"Why? Because I like sex?" Lisa asked. "There's nothing wrong with liking sex."

"But the things you're talking about doing..."

Lisa leaned close to Mandi and smiled. "My boyfriend stays really, really happy." She looked up at Kelly. "And we're working on it, but I really, really like his tongue."

Mandi gasped, Lisa giggled and Kelly smiled.

"What are you girls still doing in here?"

Lisa laughed so hard she almost fell off the bench while Mandi stared at their coach, speechless.

"We were just about to leave, Coach," Kelly said.

The coach nodded. "Let's wrap it up and get out of here. I've got things to do, and I've got to lock up."

"Yes, ma'am."

The girls gathered up their belongings and walked past their coach, giggling as they left the locker room.

Billie headed out mid-morning to meet up with Margaret. They were going to go shopping, get a bite to eat and chat about 'girl things.' Fine with me; I had some things I wanted to do and some that I needed to do in the garage; now I'd had the opportunity to take care of them without being interrupted. 

Just a few more things to finish up and I'd go take a shower.

Funny how something that'll only take a few minutes can eat up the clock; I looked up as I heard Kelly pull into the driveway and discovered it was lunch time.

A car door opened, then closed, and a moment later, Kelly leaned in through the open doorway. 

"Hi, Daddy. Where's mom?"

"Hi, sweetheart. She and Mrs. Preston went shopping and to lunch. She'll be home later this afternoon."

"Oh."

"And I think your mother is inviting them over for Thanksgiving."

Kelly nodded her head slowly; I could tell she was thinking something.

"Is that not a good idea? I thought you and Pam were friends."




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Kelly nodded. "We are. And I'm friends with Teddy, too. No, having them over for Thanksgiving sounds like fun. At least you'll have someone to watch football with."

"I thought you liked to watch football."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Once in a while, yes. All the time, no."

"Ah. So one game on Thursday maybe, but not two."

She giggled and nodded. "Something like that, Daddy."

I watched as she vanished back out the door, and I began looking for the quickest way to wrap up what I was doing.

Kelly strolled into the kitchen with her gym bag in hand and came to a sudden stop. 

The panties she'd worn the night before were hanging on a chair at the kitchen table.

She bit her lip. She'd stripped out of them watching her parents make love, but she'd left them on the floor. Clearly, she'd forgotten to pick them up and her mother or father had left them there for her to see.

Her mother; had to be. Surely daddy would have said something to her.

Or maybe not.

She grabbed them off the chair and balled them into her hand as she trekked through the living room.

Kelly tossed her gym bag into her room and headed into the bathroom.

Daddy was home; mom was gone. Until the afternoon. But how late into the afternoon? She'd thought about what Lisa had told her; it had consumed her on the drive home. If she wanted to do it, she'd have to do it; she couldn't waste time thinking about it.

Kelly grabbed at her shirt, tangling her hands in it as she pulled it over head.

Her sports bra was still a little damp from perspiration running into it; her nipples were hard and clearly outlined against the fabric. 

She pulled the drawstring on her sweats, tugged the fleece loose from her waist and shoved it down from past her hips. Kelly looked into the mirror as she kicked the sweatpants away, and she smiled.

She knew how to get her daddy's attention.

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"Daddy?"

I spun around to the sound of my youngest's voice and almost tripped over things that weren't even underfoot. She stood in the doorway wearing nothing more than her volleyball shorts. She'd pulled her sports bra off and held it against her chest in a feeble attempt to cover herself.

I only half heard what she said; I was too busy staring at the spandex that hugged her like a second skin.

"Daddy!"

"What? Yeah. What?"

Kelly smiled and shook her head.

"I said, I'm going to go take a shower, and after I finish drying my hair I'll make us lunch."

I nodded. "Okay, sweetheart. I'll be done out here in a couple of minutes, then I'll clean up and I can help you in the kitchen."

Kelly smirked and nodded. 

"You'll still be out here playing when I get into the kitchen," she said.

I wiped my hands off on my pants as I walked over to her.

"I'll be done and in the shower myself long before your hair is dry. Sass me, though, and I'll pull those shorts down and smack your bare behind."

She didn't miss a beat, spinning around and thrusting her ass at me quick enough that my hand just barely landed on her backside.

Kelly giggled and skittered out of reach, almost dropping her bra and flashing me her breasts in the process.

"Hurry, daddy."

I nodded. "I will."

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Kelly shoved the bathroom door closed, more out of habit than anything else; she didn't care if daddy saw her naked, certainly not after what they'd shared a couple of nights ago. She stepped into the shower and drew in a deep breath as the hot water began cascading over her body.

Kelly sighed and rolled her head around, letting the hot water massage her. She let her hand slide down her body, fingers brushing across her nipples before her fingertips passed across the bare skin above her pussy.

I wanna come, she thought. I need to come.

I finally finished what I was working on in the garage, and as I walked through the kitchen door into better light, I realized I was filthy.

I shook my head; I'd known better than to think I could spend half the day cleaning stuff up out there without getting good and dirty; that was why I hadn't taken a shower earlier in the morning. I dropped my sweatshirt by the washing machine and headed for the bathroom. I'd take a shower, and then Kelly and I could enjoy lunch together.

A shrill whine came from the other end of the house; Kelly drying her hair.

Kelly turned off the hair dryer and looked at herself in the mirror as she continued to brush at her hair.

Daddy didn't care, did he, that her boobs were so much smaller than her sister's? 

Jessica's breasts had been larger than hers even when she was a senior in high school. Then, during her freshman year in college, she'd gained a few pounds and it was as if every ounce had gone straight to her tits and her ass. 

They hadn't watched the transformation, they'd simply made note of it when she came home for Christmas break; Jessica's sleek, slender curves had rounded and filled out. Kelly had done her best to hide her disappointment, but that hadn't kept her from crying into her pillow. She'd never be able to compete with her sister; Jessica would always be the prettier one. It killed her to admit it, but her older sister was a knockout.

Kelly might never have given it a thought if her sister hadn't teased her for years about being their father's favorite, but as they'd grown up, Jessica had been relentless, and as they'd grown older, she'd been a little more snide and vicious about it.

Kelly peered into the mirror. Daddy had told her he loved them both the same. She didn't dare ask him, but... had he ever kissed Jessica the way he kissed her? Had he ever touched Jessica? Made her come?

Kelly looked down at the red skin glowing between her legs. She was wet; she could tell it without touching herself. She was so horny she couldn't stand herself. She laid the brush on the bathroom counter and licked her lips as she slowly pressed fingers in between her thighs.

She sighed as she felt the warm sense of pleasure sweep through her body.

I want to come.

Kelly pulled her fingers from her pussy; they glistened with moisture. She licked at them, tasting her arousal.

She grabbed at the dry towel hanging up, wrapped it around her and reached for the bathroom door.

She didn't want to be too obvious.

I hung up my towel, looked at myself in the mirror, and then I laughed.

If Billie were here, she'd walk up behind me, wrap her arms around me, and as she kissed my shoulder and breathed against me, she'd reach down to grab my hardening penis.

"You've still got it," she'd whisper into my ear. "And I want it."

From there, it depended on her mood as to whether we threw each other onto the bed or what, but we never started and didn't finish. 

I sighed. I still had it; most of it, anyway. I told myself I was doing the best I could to keep up with Billie. I thought she was a little sexier every day, and I knew she worked damn hard to stay that way.

And now, vanity and ego being what they were, I was checking myself out, wondering if I looked good enough that there might be some far-fetched chance anyone, anywhere would ever mistakenly think I was anything other than my daughter's father when we were out together.

I laughed. Fat chance of anyone seeing us anywhere naked together. Fully attired, sure. We might even dress up a bit to go out tonight. But dress to the nines and go out on a real date, hold hands, maybe dance a little, and possibly make people think we're a couple?

Nah; that would never happen.

Time to get dressed and go help Kelly with lunch.

I sighed as I pulled the bathroom door open and froze.

Kelly stood in the middle of my bedroom floor. She'd wrapped a towel around her, and one hand held it in place against her body while she shifted nervously on her feet.

She smiled.

"Looks like you finished your shower about the time I finished drying my hair."

I nodded as I stepped out of the bathroom. 

Kelly's eyes darted down. My cock was semi-hard, and she stood there looking at it.

"I told you I would."

"No, you said you'd be done long before I finished drying my hair."

She smiled. More of a smirk, actually.

"Wanna spank me for sassing you, Daddy?" she asked.

She turned around and arched her back just enough to thrust her ass at me. Just enough to make the towel rise up and expose her young, bare flesh.

My cock began to swell.

"Of course, if you do, you've gotta kiss it and make it better."

"Think so, huh? Does that mean I owe you a lot of back kisses from when you were little?"

Kelly giggled and she shifted her hands on the towel, pulling it up farther. Her ass was fully exposed now.

"I don't know that I'd say you owe me," she said. "But I love your kisses, Daddy. You can kiss me anywhere you want, any time you want."

I reached for her, grabbing her ass with both hands and leaned forward, planting a kiss gently but firmly on each cheek. 

I stood up, Kelly turned around, and I hugged her as she put an arm around my neck and kissed me softly on the cheek.

She pulled her other hand from between us, trapping the towel between our bodies as I held her.

"What about me, Daddy?" she asked, her voice a whisper in my ear.

"What about you, sweetheart?"

"Can I kiss you anytime I want?"

"Of course you can."

"Any place?"

"Absolutely."

She leaned back and looked up at me, her mouth opening into a smile.

"What?"

"I wanna..."

Her mouth closed, opened again, then closed again. She swallowed hard and a blush slowly swept up her chest and neck as she bit her lip.

"Close your eyes, Daddy."

"What?"

"Close your eyes. Please. I need to tell you something, but I can't do it with you looking at me."

"Okay." I knew better than to laugh at her, as serious as the expression on her face was. I closed my eyes and felt her shift in my arms as she raised on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear again.

"I wanna suck your dick."

Her voice was airy and electric, and it felt like I'd had my finger shoved into a wall socket.

My eyes were wide open, and we were immediately staring at one another.

"Okay?"

I was too shocked to do anything but nod; the motion was just enough that she smiled and exhaled.

And then she was sliding out of my arms and the towel was falling from her body as she knelt down in front of me. 

She gently caught my throbbing penis in her hand, hefting it as she eyed it closely, and then she kissed it. 

A sweet little peck on the head.

She looked up at me and smiled, then stuck out her tongue and licked it up under the crown, opened her mouth and caught the head between her lips, making me gasp.

Kelly pulled back slowly, letting the head pop from her mouth.

"Do you like that, Daddy?"

All I could do was nod.

Kelly smiled, opened her mouth and swallowed the head of my penis again.

A million thoughts raced through my mind as my little girl began to give me what, all things considered, was a fantastic blow job, especially for one so... inexperienced.

And that was the thought that seared itself into my mind.

How in the hell did she know how to do what she was doing?

The question could wait, because I couldn't muster the concentration to focus on it and...

Her warm hand cupped my balls and she rolled them gently in her palm as she continued to bob up and down on my throbbing member.

Kelly gasped as my cock sprung from her mouth, each beat of my heart causing it to jump in front of her.

"You're really hard, Daddy."

I nodded and looked at her through glazed eyes.

"I can taste you. I like it."

"Good." One word and my fingers gentle in her hair were enough to bring a smile to her face.

"I wanna make you come, Daddy."

Kelly slowly stroked her hand up and down the length of my cock, sweeping her palm up over the swollen head.

"Wanna come in my mouth?"

I nodded.

"Wanna watch me swallow?"

I nodded again; I could feel my balls starting to tighten.

"I'm not far from it, Sweetie."

Kelly smiled, opened her mouth and swallowed my cock again.

The head of my penis slid across her tongue and I tensed. It was starting; I could feel it.

Her hands reached for me, grabbing my ass. She could feel it, too. She had to. And there was no way she was going to let me not come in her mouth.

I groaned as I felt the pressure build, and I reached for her as she impaled her mouth on my throbbing penis.

I grabbed at Kelly's head, my fingers swirling into her hair. Billie liked it when I did this. 

When she was really into giving me head, and when I was about to come, she liked me to finish by fucking her mouth.

She'd caught me completely off guard the first time she'd said it.

Like mother, like daughter.

Kelly moaned and took me deeper as I felt myself nearing the edge.

And then I erupted, thrusting into Kelly's mouth and spewing semen onto her tongue and down her throat as I trembled and shook.

Suddenly spent, I stood, weak-kneed and gasping as Kelly resumed bobbing on my cock, sucking for all she was worth and draining what felt like every ounce of life out of my body.

Kelly allowed my softening penis to slide from her lips, and she pushed me gently toward the bed, where I collapsed backward.

She hovered over me long enough to suck my penis back into her mouth as she pressed against the turgid base one last time to coax the last bit of cum from within me, and then she crawled onto the bed, thrusting her knee in between my thighs before lowering herself against me and pulling my arm around her.

"Did you like that, Daddy?" she asked.

"That was awesome, baby," I replied, still catching my breath.

Kelly kissed me gently on the cheek, and then on the lips.

I opened my mouth as she brushed me with her tongue, and my youngest daughter became on the second woman to kiss me with my semen still on her tongue.

Even spent as I was, my cock stirred and I pulled her closer to me, my fingers grabbing and digging at her ass.

Kelly sighed against me, crushing her chest against mine.

And that's the last thing I remember before drifting off.