16 comments/ 84397 views/ 23 favorites A Father's Confusion By: Ysoi ==================== NOTE: This story contains sex between consenting adults of various genders and sexual persuasions. You've been warned. :) PART 1 ====== Now, first things first, I'll admit that I'm slow. I've lost track of the number of times that I've been told, normally quite kindly, that I'm oblivious to what's going on around me; but people and life in general just seems to confuse me and try as I might, I just can't understand why some people do the things that they do. Beyond that, though, I've always considered myself to be a fairly normal sort of guy, and at just gone forty five years of age, I thought that I had finally got some kind of handle on just how things work. But then, almost a year ago, something started to change, and to me at least it wasn't in an obvious way, but it was there nevertheless. Something different. Something that I wasn't grasping. A subtle change that lay just beyond the boundary of conscious understanding, or at least beyond that of my conscious understanding anyway. It was as if something had been redefined so that it was no longer as it used to be or should be; but try as I might or lose sleep as I couldn't help but do, I couldn't put my finger on it; and when finally I found something that I thought might have been it, further turmoil always came with it. Was it something to do with work? Something taking place at the small warehouse in which I and just a dozen or so women worked? No, that was the same as usual. The same boxes, the same shelves, the complete lack of human contact with anyone bar Chrystal, the latest of my far-too-young, far-too-exposed assistants. At first I had thought that the problem might have been the way in which her blouses were slowly but surely showing even more of her cleavage, or the way in which her skirts had been approaching little more than a belt; but there had always been something about my job or the privacy that it entailed that made women act in ways that I felt certain they wouldn't do in public. Might my confusion have something to do with that fact that she started to skip her panties even though she was often above me on the ladders? Could it be the way in which she spent her break quite obviously stroking herself off across the table from me? I had almost decided that it was and that I would have to speak to her about her behaviour, when a camera that she had forgotten about caught her knelt in only an unbuttoned blouse upon a dildo that she had mounted upon the floor. Somehow she had escaped with just a reprimand, but the feeling of consternation continued even after her clothing returned to it's normal state of affairs. No, whatever it was, she wasn't the cause. Then perhaps something closer to home? Perhaps something to do with Laura-Jane, my wife of just under thirty years and the woman whom many had said could only have married me for my inheritance? Or perhaps something about my two wonderful kids, Jason and Jasmine? I must admit that my first instinct was to deny that they could be involved, and yet at the same time I couldn't help but admit that my wife had been... Randier. Even more so than was normal even for her. More open with her affection. Less concerned with repressing the love and desire that I, nor any normal man, couldn't help but feel for a woman such as herself. Less concerned with hiding the love and desire that I sometimes can't believe that I still inspire within her. Could it really be that her increased affection was the cause of my consternation, though? Could I really be losing sleep just because she had started to kiss me more often, or because after just under eighteen years of modesty, she now used her tongue even though the kids were in the same room? Should it really bother me so much that she had started to skip her usual bra and panties in exchange for creations of black lace that displayed everything but at the same time revealed only enough to make me imagine what was hidden? Or that I had walked downstairs to find her dressed in her sheerest negligee, the silk caught upon her erect nipples and her bush a stain of darkness above her clearly-unclothed panty-mound whilst she and the twins prepared breakfast? No. She's still beautiful, still wonderfully fit and trim despite our advancing years, and no matter why it might be that she might suddenly feel more confident about herself, I can greet that change with nothing but enthusiasm. Then the twins? I wish that I could say that it were them, that I could come to terms with this change that seems to be accelerating and move on with my life once more, but once again I have no reason for complaint. They are as good a pair of kids -... No, at almost nineteen I guess that I have to call them adults, don't I? Anyway, they are as good a pair as any parents could hope to raise. Better, in fact, than I had ever imagined that I would manage, even with ElJay by my side. Diligent in their work at college, friendly and polite with all whom they meet; affectionate and loving with their mother and I, playful with each other. No. Whatever is bothering me, whatever is confusing me, I cannot blame it upon them; and yet... Were they always so affectionate? Had they always been so loving? Since when had they started to hold hands so often? Since when had they started to become so inseparable? And why is it that they now stay sat beside my wife and I on the settee until we go to bed? When I look back it seems that there is no day where I can say that they stayed with us for a drastically longer time than the day before, and yet it seems not too long ago that they would rush off to their bedrooms immediately after dinner. How is it that I now get to hug and kiss my daughter goodnight before she scampers off to bed? Why is it that the young boy who once shunned my embrace as uncool has turned into a man who not only accepted but almost requested the same hug that I gave his sister? Of course I had no reason to suspect that the answers to those questions lay within the reach of my limited wits; but for the first time in almost thirty years, talking with ElJay resulted in an answer that was not only obvious, but completely unenlightening. "You've got a son and daughter who love you more than anything, darling, so just accept it." Was that all she had to say on the subject? Couldn't she think of anything to explain why it was that the twins who had rebelled against me as young teenagers were suddenly so affectionate as adults? I knew that she liked to have her secrets sometimes and that she wasn't above playing games with me, but I begged her to come up with something that would lay my mind at rest and allow me to understand my life once more. "We all love you, darling." Five words, and then she had silenced any further questions by the simple lowering of her pussy onto my mouth; and when moments later I felt her mouth closing about my slowly-hardening cock, she also removed the last remnants of my willpower. I would do as she said, I decided. Even if I couldn't understand why they did it, what sort of father could complain if his son and daughter wanted to hug and kiss him? And so for a while I had enjoyed the twins new-found desire to express their affection, until in August Jasmine gave me what I realize now was my first big clue as to what exactly was going on. PART 2 ====== As I mentioned earlier, it seemed to me that Jasmine's hugs were becoming both more frequent and more exuberant as the days wore on, and even I couldn't help but notice that this change that I was detecting had started when she reached eighteen. Was it that with her passing into adulthood she no longer felt that she had to deny the state of her body? Certainly before her birthday I had never before felt her breasts crush against me as firmly as they did that night, and whilst I expected the kiss that she must have accidentally pressed against my lips to be the last of its kind, I was to have my prediction proved completely wrong. From her birthday onward her kisses had increased in both abundance and likelihood of landing upon my lips; and by the time half a year had passed it seemed that if anything, and even with her mother's increased lust, I felt Jasmine's lips upon my own more often than I did ElJay's. A kiss in the morning to wake me up, to greet me at the breakfast table, to see me off to work. A kiss once I returned from work, at dinner, perhaps before the family TV, and then one last time before we split up for bed. And then, as if those weren't enough, eventually it turned into a quick kiss any time we were alone together. And then sometimes a second when it looked like we were just about to join or be joined by ElJay or Jason. Her increased affection was unexpected but welcome, but then I started to feel not just her breasts against my chest or my arm, but her firm, youthful panty-mound against my groin or my hip; and was it just me, or did it seem as if our kisses were taking seconds rather than moments? Still, which father could go through the trials of his daughter's adolescence and still complain when she loved him at almost nineteen? I went along with her affection, accepting her accidental caresses in silence, but then on the last day of the ninth month I felt her tongue upon my lips. A touch so quick that I thought that I was mistaken until it was repeated the next time we met. Was she forgetting herself? Had the now familiar contact of our lips against each other caused her to mistakenly allow our intimacy to increase? I kept silent out of a desire to avoid causing her any embarrassment; and I waited through a whole week of similar kisses until any thoughts that she might be unaware of her actions were ended by the sight of her brilliant blue eyes wide open and sparkling before me as her tongue darted suddenly against my own. Once. Twice. A third time more slowly, dwelling upon the lips that I had closed in shock. She knew. She was doing it deliberately. The realization was so mind-blowing that I could do nothing but stare at her back and, I have to admit, her sexy behind as she scampered to her bedroom. Could it be a modern fad? A new ritual among the youth of today? A revival of something from the hedonistic thirties? I asked ElJay about it after we made love that night and once the maids had finished our massages, and she giggled and reassured me that it was normal between family members who truly loved each other. Only old fogeys stuck to just lips anymore, she explained, grinning as she did so; and Jason had not only licked her tongue on more than one occasion, but had sucked upon it as well. He had? Her simple, casual confession was so shocking that I had lain speechless behind her for several minutes whilst I tried to process her words. Jason. My son Jason had licked my wife's tongue. Had sucked it as I had sucked upon it earlier. Had no doubt -... Had no doubt grown erect -... I fucked ElJay once more then; my cock as hard as iron even though I had just recently cum into her. Turned her onto her front then entered her still wet pussy as she giggled and pushed her hips eagerly back toward me. Thrust into her sodden cunt and slammed my loins against her buttocks as she gasped and urged me onward. Emptied myself once more into her as she squealed into the pillow within which she had buried her face, her vibrator buzzing loudly against her clit. Was it jealousy that drove me? Was it a desire to claim her as my own? To replace the threat of his seed with the reality of my own? I alternated between trying not to think about it and telling myself that it was, but as I climaxed I for some reason imagined that I was Jason. That it was his youthful cock spurting inside her as I watched. That... That I thrust my cock between ElJay's lips as he did so. That her saliva and cunt-cream glistened upon our cocks as we traded places until no-one could tell whose cum it was that dribbled from the pink entrance to her womb, or swirled within her mouth. Until we faced each other, father and son, and we let our cocks - No. I'm not like that! I don't swing that way, and even if I did, definitely not with my own son!.. But he was everything that I wished that I could be; and what if I could watch him bringing her to a climax? What if I could watch him fuck her, then pull out at the last moment to shower her beautiful body with his cum? Or what if I could slide into her, feeling not just her juices but his seed about my cock when I spurted my own into her? The thoughts were as arousing as they were disturbing and as wickedly tempting as they were forbidden; but I knew that they would remain just that forever, that there was no way that they could ever come true. No way that I could ever admit to such filthy desires. Despite my anxieties and encouraged by my ElJay's delighted embrace, I slept like a log after that orgasm, and when morning came I looked at my beautiful, peacefully-sleeping wife and wondered if I could really be so out of touch with the times. Might my sometimes-too-kind wife be hiding her own concerns from me, or overplaying our son's actions in order to assuage my own fears? I was still pondering her words when ElJay awoke, and she must have sensed some part of my confusion within my greeting, for she told me to take a day off from work. Told me that I should hide in the bedroom closet when it was time for the twins to return; and that if I did so I would see just how understated her words had been. A joke on her part? A game to tease me, or to incite the lust that had driven me so unexpectedly last night? Certainly we fucked not just once but twice in-between housework and TV; but she insisted that I hide within our bedroom closet upon the twins return from college, and when I did so I witnessed first-hand the kisses that she had stated were the new normal. Kisses in which my handsome son thrust his tongue between her scarlet-painted lips. In which their tongues played briefly between the two of them. In which their hands roved over each other, briefly caressing each other's cheeks or hair or buttocks as they caught and sucked upon each other's tongues playfully. In which she thrust her gorgeous, ample breasts against his chest. My son with my wife as my baby daughter watched as if entranced, and then her with my wife. Their hips grinding together as their breasts ground against each other and ballooned between them; their hands stroking hair and neck as they giggled, kissing again and again. Swapping saliva. Drooling into each other's mouths as Jason watched, grinning in delight. Mother and daughter gazing eye to eye in between kisses as they aimed and stroked their clearly erect teats against each other. And then my son and my daughter rolling about on top of our marital bed as my wife giggled and scolded them for their lack of help with the laundry; the two twins seemingly undecided as to whether they should wrestle or kiss, pinning each other then gazing eye to eye before kissing mischievously. Him above her in what would have been the missionary position had they been naked, his loins rubbing gently against hers as if he would fuck her if he could. Her above him, her saliva dribbling into his open, upturned mouth as she sat above him cowgirl style; her buttocks moving backward and forward along the bulge within his trousers. Him once more above her as she lay upon her front, her neck twisted so that she could look sideways and upward; his kisses landing upon her ear and cheek, her buttocks lifted to his loins as I remembered dizzily how I had taken ElJay last night My God. I saw the truth of my wife's words a thousand times over whilst I stared in awe-struck fascination; but then, when I thought that the twins were about to head to their rooms and that everything was over, what followed blew what had preceded out of the water. A three-way kiss. The three people who were the most precious to me in the whole world stood in mutual embrace. Mouths wide open. Tongues dancing. Saliva glistening. Hands squeezing buttocks. I expected a succession of quick kisses like those that they had shared so far, but instead they maintained contact. Broke their kiss only to whisper their love, panting and gasping and trembling barely more than a meter from me as I stared in awe and wonder. And, perversely, in arousal. In some ways it would have been better had it been ElJay with another couple, for the two who kissed her were our children, born of our love and from her body; and yet I grew hard as I watched. The flushes of exertion upon their faces. The heaving of my wife's ample breasts and the thrust of Jasmine's nipples whenever she stepped back for breath. The long, slender bulge of my son's cock during those times when it wasn't pressed against his mother or his sister. How could even this have become normal? How could it have become acceptable for my daughter to nuzzle her brother's neck as she squeezed his buttocks; or for him to cup and lift the breasts which crushed against him before sweeping his hands across the clearly-unprotected nipples; or for my wife to... My God! I had thought that my children were daring beyond belief, and yet rather than them, it was ElJay who led. Her hands not upon the skirt that hid Jasmine's delightful buttocks but within it instead, squeezing and groping without a care in the world; moving upward beneath our daughter's blouse to cup the breasts that so matched her own. Returning downward not empty-handed as I had expected, but clutching a creation of lace and silk that she dropped casually to the ground; the bounce and the ever-so-slight droop of Jasmine's breasts confirming as if it wasn't already obvious just what it was that my wife had so skilfully removed. They laughed and giggled, sinking onto the bed; and as Jason pulled and twisted at the protrusions of his sister's obviously erect teats my wife ran her hand along the length of his shaft not just once or twice but repeatedly! She stroked him all the way from his balls to the tip of his cock, and then when I felt as if my heart might stop, she grasped his shaft and held it as if using it to steady herself against him as she ground her loins against his hip! How could I have become so out of touch with the times? How could what would have in my youth been considered shocking behaviour now be considered normal? And yet, it would explain so much, wouldn't it? The kisses that Jasmine had given me. The actions of the women at work. No, I would accept my gorgeous ElJay's word that it was normal and acceptable, but at the same time I couldn't help but imagine what might happen were she to do the same with a man and a woman not bound by to her by blood. How could such hungry and erotic kisses fail to lead to full-blown sex? What if I might witness the kissing that took place before me end not in giggles and a flurry of gently-slapped bottoms before the twins departed, but in passion and ecstasy instead? What if I might get to witness my beautiful wife in bliss before another man or upon another woman's face, or even being shared between the two? The thought was terrifying! What if they hurt her? What if... What if they wanted her again? The thought made my blood run cold. Surely they would. Surely no normal man or woman could experience the delight of her lust and fail to demand more. What if they took her again and again, and once she had experienced the pleasure that they could give her, she needed them more than me? What if she had no more need for a too-slow forty-something whose cock was no longer as virile as it had once been? I could imagine almost nothing more horrible that didn't hurt ElJay or our children, and yet, at the same time... Wouldn't it be the most wonderful thing in the world if I could see every expression that ElJay made as she was brought to her peak? A Father's Confusion What if I could watch her pleasure as a man's cock pounded into her until she climaxed, for once not needing to worry about whether I might ejaculate too quickly or too slowly? And what if... What if that man could be Jason? What if he was Jason, the man who was everything that I wished that I could be, and I could watch his long, slender cock gently and slowly pierce his mother's sopping wet pussy? Or if I could part her delicate, coral-pink pussy-lips and guide him into her as our daughter knelt naked above her face? I stood in a daze within the closet then, too torn to move, helpless to do anything as my beautiful wife sank onto the bed and turned to smile and whisper five words toward me. "We all love you, darling." Really? Even as sick as I was? How might she have reacted had I stepped out then? In what way would she have taken the obvious sign of my arousal? My cock had been as hard then as it had ever been in my youth, my boxers soaked through with pre-seminal fluid; but I stayed stood in shock and silence within the closet until she fell asleep, whispering one last reassurance before she did so. And then I wanked, helpless to do otherwise; and even though with advancing years my cock had become reluctant to work as it once had; the sick, depraved desires that filled my mind were such that even when I reached my climax and shot my load into my hand, I remained hard. Was I so perverted that my own flesh and blood could turn me on? Was I so sick and shameless in my desire that the thought of seeing my children in naked ecstasy upon or within my wife could make my body react so strongly? I knew that it was wrong, that I had to stop, but I imagined my son easing himself into his sister, and without meaning to I licked my sperm from my hand then wanked once more, and when quite soon I shot another load, I licked it and for some reason wondered in a daze whether or not Jason's would taste the same. PART 3 ====== So did the sight of my lovely wife, my handsome son and my darling daughter kissing hungrily and passionately increase the confusion and turmoil that plagued me? The sight of them doing so certainly did nothing to calm my nights, but it also did little to worsen the situation. No. If that was the new normal, then for the sake of my family I would do my best to go along with it. It was a week later that I summoned up the courage to escalate my darling daughter's good-morning kiss by touching her tongue with my own for the first time. Hesitant. Uncertain as to whether or not she might truly want to do such a thing with her old dad. Unable to risk my relationship with her, but at the same time unable to risk her unhappiness by letting her continue to offer such intimacy without responding. She gave a start as our tongues touched, staring down at me as I lay in bed; and then she was on top of me in the same way that ElJay had been only the night before. Her thighs on either side of my hips. Her panty mound above my then-dormant penis. Her generous breasts crushing against my chest and her lips against mine so firmly that I had neither wits nor time to marvel at the fact that she had no bra on beneath her t-shirt. That I could feel her mound against my manhood with only the interruption of my own pyjamas and the sheet beneath which I lay. That she had come to wake me wearing nothing but the same t-shirt that ElJay had worn when she slipped out of bed to watch a movie just after midnight. Whose absence I had noted with no thought beyond admiration when she knelt topless above me. Through what course of events had my daughter come to obtain my wife's t-shirt? Had they perhaps shared a bath as they were still wont to do, or kissed once more and in doing so gone further than mother and daughter should? Had perhaps Jason joined them for the final, passionate culmination of the kiss that had so enflamed my desires days earlier? Oh, I tried everything! I counted to a hundred as my darling Jasmine's lips pressed fleetingly against my own. Thought of work as her hands caressed my face and pec's, then hurriedly changed subject when that brought Chrystal and the other women to mind. Told myself over and over that we were just kissing as my daughter dug her nails into my buttocks and I in response squeezed the firm, naked flesh of hers without meaning to. I told myself that I had seen nothing sexual, that I had seen only a mother and now-adult children expressing their mutual love. Told myself that what I was experiencing was in no way sexual, that this was just how modern men and women expressed their affection nowadays; but we kissed again and again, and she moved her hips above mine in what must surely have been a purely instinctive motion, and I grew erect. "I love you, Daddy." Her sex grinding against my swollen knob as her breasts rolled gently against my chest. "You're so wonderful, Daddy." Her eyes shining as she moved her hips back and forth, dragging her labia along the length of my manhood. "I wish we could do this forever..." Her lips upon my neck as I swooned beneath her, whilst I fought with all my strength against the sinful, despicable desire to cup her magnificent breasts. To stroke and feast upon the turgid pink buds with which she scratched my chest even though I had never done the same with any woman bar my wife. To push down my shorts and let my manhood spring free so that at least I might get to experience an instant of our flesh together before horror and disgust drove her to break all contact. To hold her buttocks as I did so, and feel her handsome, charming brother ease his cock into her arse as I experienced the heat and wetness of her cunt. "Oh God, I love you more than anything in the world, Daddy..." Enough to let me push down my boxer shorts and ease my?.. No! I tell myself that I am vile, but just the thought of her accepting my sick desire is more than I can bear; and she pauses above me. Grins then offers almost exactly the same words that ElJay had uttered the day before as I stared at her in shock. "We all love you, Daddy." Four of the words with which ElJay had greeted my climax as I stiffened and shuddered beneath her, pumping my seed deep into her womb whilst she grinned tall and proud above me. My daughter hugged me tightly, whispering those same words into my ear as she did so, and for the first time in what seemed like an age she remained motionless above me bar her ragged breathing. And as she did so, I climaxed against her sex. Again and again I spurted my seed into my boxer shorts as she lay with her hot, firm womanhood pressed firmly yet gently down upon my jerking, throbbing flesh. Again and again I stifled my gasps and stiffened against my shudders, and tried my best not to let her know what her sick, perverted father was doing beneath her. She was... No, it was my fault, all my fault, wasn't it? I was too weak, too horny, too perverse; but at the same time I thought pathetically that she was too beautiful, that she was too much for any man and perhaps most women as well to resist. That no man should be expected to resist his bodies urges with such a woman above him. Did she realize? Might she understand why I didn't respond to her words as I had earlier? I prayed that she wouldn't. That she would never imagine that I could be so sick. That something might take her from my clutches. I prayed for all of those things, and yet even as I did so I hoped that I might not have to wait long for our next kiss, or that I might somehow persuade her to let me repay the favour by giving her an orgasm to match the one that she had given me. I sagged, weak and spent once I had finished, guilty and shame-ridden; and in that respect I was lucky, for I think that she must have mistaken my silence for exhaustion. She ceased her kissing then. Smiled and whispered that she would see me at the breakfast table before standing up and quite casually discarding that one piece of clothing that had filled my mind with such sordid but beautiful images. She giggled then, dropping ElJay's t-shirt upon my jerking and trembling cock as her breasts bounced freely before me; but of everything that I saw one thing stuck in my mind. It was neither the naughty grin upon her face nor the thrust of her erect pink nipples from her flushed breasts; was neither the fact that she was devoid of pubic hair nor the pert curves of her buttocks as she turned and padded away with a confident swagger. Instead it was the glistening upon her thighs. The slender thread of juice that dangled for a moment before falling from between her flushed and parted labia. The fact that the sheet above my boxer shorts was drenched to a degree far beyond that explainable by my arousal alone. PART 4 ====== What had I done? In what horrible way had I abused my darling daughter's trust? What sort of father could look at his daughter and imagine that her arousal could have anything to do with him? Contrary to my Jasmine's desires, I stayed in bed throughout breakfast that day, and when ElJay came to check up on me, I confessed in terror to her the awful thing that I had done without our daughter's knowledge. "You don't need to feel guilty, darling." I didn't? Was even something like that acceptable nowadays? The times have changed, she explained later once I had given in to her demand to show her the disgusting tube of flesh with which I had committed such a vile act. I knew that I deserved any punishment she could mete out and I was willing to accept whatever pain she thought that I must endure; but instead she looked up at me with nothing but love and delight. Kissed and then licked the slowly swelling phallus from which I had spat my seed in such proximity to our baby's womanhood. "Men and women are free to kiss or even to make out with anyone that they love, and if in doing so then one or both or even all of them become aroused, then who is to say that something so wonderful is wrong? Why hold back in love when so many people will do anything in the name of hate or ambition or desire? Why not let Jasmine know just how much you think of her and just how special she is to you?" "And Jason with you?" She had smiled then, had blushed and nodded her head, had pushed my foreskin down and sucked upon the slowly swelling knob of my cock before whispering her reply. "With your blessing? I'd do anything he wants, darling, so long as you satisfy our daughter's desires." "Even?.. Even s-sex?.." "Anything. Anal, oral, vaginal. Feet, tits, hair. Cream-pies, snow-balls, water-sports. Anything that he desires, whenever and wherever he desires it, so long as you tell me that you don't mind, and that you would do the same for Jasmine..." "No matter... No matter how depraved it might make us?.." "Regardless of how wonderful it will make us. Just us four for now. All of us together." Together? Just for a moment I imagined the four of us on a bed together. Jason beneath my wife as I lie beneath Jasmine. His cock full of youthful vigour beneath... No, sliding into ElJay's sex as mine slides into his sister's, our daughter's. My wife's eyes fluttering closed as they did whenever I entered her. Her back arching as she climaxed upon him, and then that so-familiar grin of sheer delight that she always gave whenever I climaxed inside her even though it was his sperm and not mine that flooded into her womb. Even though he shot his load into her greedy, clutching pussy so many times, again and again until it dribbled thickly, gelatinously out of her. My cock jerked then, leaking a trickle of watery sperm even though it was still only just hard, and I heard her giggle those same four words as she knelt over me and aimed my glistening knob up and into the sodden entrance to her womb. No, as massive a change as our new sexual regime was to become to my previously settled life, it did little to increase my turmoil; and in fact I think that I adapted to it quite well all things considering. Another week passed whilst I sought to adjust myself to this new way of thinking; and then with ElJay's blessing I slipped into Jasmine's bedroom a little before six in the morning. Looked down upon her sweet, sleeping face for just a while. Jasmine. The girl who had slept in my arms so often as a child. Who had held my hand so tightly when we went out. Jasmine, the teenager who had yelled that she would go out with whoever she wanted and fuck him or her as often and whenever she wanted before storming out. The teenager who had returned only an hour later and apologised, stating that she knew that I was looking out for her, that she would take care to find a man worthy of her even if I didn't think such a thing could exist. Jasmine, the woman who had become only the second to bring me to orgasm. I kissed her lips until she awoke, startled and delighted, and then I tasted her tongue. Whispered my love and my acceptance to do whatever it was that she might desire. Blushed that I was just an old man, but that I would be honored to -... She stopped me then. Hugged me fiercely even though her quilt fell away to reveal that she still slept naked. Whispered her own love and desire, and told me quite bluntly and explicitly just exactly what it was that she wanted us to do. "Let's fuck each other senseless, Daddy." And in that moment I had realized that even with everything that ElJay had said, I hadn't thought things through. Hadn't thought what she might desire to do once I had stated my acceptance of our new lifestyle. In my mind I had imagined that we would kiss. Could fondle. Might perhaps make out as she had done with her mother and brother. But she had no intention of doing any of that, and I did as she asked, and we... We fucked. Like... Like animals. Hard. Passionate. She cried the first time and I feared that in her haste to ride me she might have hurt herself; but she reassured me that she was just happy, that Jason had long since taken her virginity with utter tenderness. That she had accepted his the next night. That they had spent nights fucking like rabbits, sometimes under ElJay's supervision, and sometimes with her participation, in preparation for this moment. My wife and my daughter had fucked my son for me? "Oh, don't be silly, Daddy!" She had giggled then. Had explained that they had done it not just for me, but for him and themselves as well. So that she could make him cum as a lover, so that she would better understand how to make me cum, and of course so that they could cum themselves. Should I have been appalled? Should I have been perhaps hypocritically jealous? She described his cock within her pussy; his body above hers as mine was then; her teats within his lips, against his tongue; and whenever I heard about something that Jason had done to her, I heard about how my wife had done the same. The differences in techniques between them and also between myself. The ways in which we suckled at her teats, or moved our fingers inside her; or even the differences between my cock, his cock and ElJay's strap-on as we fucked her pussy or her arse. She compared us to each other in a way that I would have thought should be disconcerting; but instead I felt nothing but arousal. Nothing but pleasure. Nothing but hope that my son would use such skill upon my beautiful darling wife, and that ElJay would in turn use the skills that I had previously thought for myself alone upon him as well. I came inside Jasmine for the first time that day. Emptied my cum into her tight, young pussy as she sobbed and arched in pleasure within my embrace; but more memorable even that that was the way in which we spent the whole morning trying everything that we could, finding the ways in which brother, father and mother were different within and against her. Her pussy upon my cock, upon my fingers, upon my tongue even though my cum dribbled thickly out of her. My cock within her pussy and between her sopping wet cunt-lips; within her mouth, between her plentiful tits, within her hair, between her buttocks and within her arse, between her feet. I climaxed three times that morning, draining my balls within her whilst she seemed to experience one climax after another; and then even though we were both shattered and spent, we kissed as we had the day before. Gentle. Loving. So peaceful that I think that neither of us could remember exactly kissing finished and sleep began. But when we awoke? When the cold light of reason could shine, unclouded by the need to orgasm, upon our filthy, cum-, saliva- and sweat-covered bodies and in doing so reveal to us just exactly what we had done? We hugged and kissed for what seemed to be an age, and smoked a joint that she grinned had been given to her by none-other-than ElJay; and when in time we came to admit that we had to take a toilet break, we were so high on the joint and each other that we had no need to leave. She stood giggling above me then, her feet on either side of my thighs and her fingers spreading her abused and glistening folds; and as her piss splashed down onto my half-swollen cock, so mine splashed up across her sex. Across her bush, the base of her pink-tipped breasts. Against her chin before falling back down to splash across me. It was filthy and it should have been disgusting, but she squealed in delight, giggling like a school-girl, and my cock stiffened once more even as I pissed against her breasts; and when she lowered herself to piss more directly onto the purple of my helmet, it seemed only natural to resume fucking once more. And just as we had earlier relished every part of each other, so we relished every part of our new found depravity. The squelching of the wet mattress beneath us, and the obscene, deliberate squelching and farting sound of her cunt slamming down upon my cock, our modesty forgotten. The yells with which we declared our love and encouraged each other to fuck, and the screams with which she attempted to announce her orgasms to the world, giggling that it would be good if ElJay and Jason could hear. The stink of piss and sweat and cum amidst the strange, earthy smell of the joint. The sex that afternoon was as dirty as the sex that morning had been passionate, as mischievous as the morning's had been earnest; and though it was still too soon for me to climax again, we both lost count of how many times she did so. Of course our high wore off as the afternoon wore on, and with it our stamina decreased all the more rapidly as well; but when we finally collapsed late that afternoon, I felt that I could wish for nothing more as she cried in happiness within my arms once more. And when we awoke again? We kissed once more. Slowly. Gently. Blushing in recognition of what we had done, but also in shy, happy recognition of the intense and wonderful love that had developed between us. We were man and woman, father and daughter, and now we were lovers. As late as it was we would have made love again, but we were hungry as well, and as amusing as the growling of our empty stomachs was, food was our priority. For that reason we left the warm, humid confines of her bedroom, and we headed hand-in-hand toward the kitchen. Should we have showered, or perhaps at the very least have pulled on some small stitch of clothing? Even now I cannot tell for sure if we were under the influence of the joint; but we did neither because right then and there, none of it mattered. We were beasts in hunt of food, and we ate like beasts as well. Fruit, cheese, meat, custard, beer. Whatever we could raid from the fridge, we stuffed each other full of whatever came to hand, with more of it going onto the floor or each others bodies rather than down our throats; and once we had ate our fill, our eyes turned to each other. The custard that had fallen onto her beautifully smooth breasts, and which had dribbled down over the abused, jutting bud of her teat. I licked it off. Suckled the teat. Worked at the other one in the interests of fairness; and then she ate the cake that had been crushed against my chest, grinning up at me devilishly as she did so. Moved downward to push my semi-erect cock into what was left of a tub of custard then proceeded to suck it off as I eased two and then three fingers into the wet, sticky heat of her pussy. A Father's Confusion And then, when Jasmine was leant across the worktop with her soft, smooth buttocks raised and her breasts ballooning beneath her, and when I was sliding my the tip of my by-now clean though only two-thirds erect cock up and down between the sopping wet cunt-lips of her beautiful, shaven and cum-leaking pussy; ElJay appeared in the doorway opposite to us. Like ourselves she was stark naked, but to say that she was as filthy as us would have been an understatement, for even in the dim light of the kitchen I could see the strands of spunk that clung to her hair like jewels. The seed smeared across her naked flesh and then, below a bush that was more spunk than hair, an oozing, dribbling river of cunt-cream and semen that ran down her glistening, reddened thighs. In all our years as lovers before and after marriage, I had never seen her look so completely and thoroughly fucked. Had never seen her so dazed and exhausted and so close in appearance to her real age. More obvious than that, though, was the satisfaction and contentment that shone from every pore of her body; and there was a naughtiness to her smile that told me that she was looking forward to having Jason once more. How lucky I was to have a son who could make her feel so! I felt so humbled that I had son who was as handsome and charming as my wife was beautiful and desirable, and that I could witness at least the aftermaths of their passion. Not for the first time I wished that I was my son; that I had his charm or his simple good looks, or even just a tenth of his intelligence; but even more humbling than that was the moment when she saw us. Her eyes lit up and she grinned a grin that was at once sheepish and mischievous; and tears appeared within her eyes as she whispered three words that I had heard and offered in return so often. And yet... I had so many questions for her. About the joint that Jasmine and I had smoked. About the revelation that she had encouraged our children to fuck. About the happy, contented whispers with which Jasmine had informed me that from the age of eighteen ElJay had not just encouraged her sexual-blossoming, but guided and tutored her in it as well whilst I was at work. What had driven my wife to do such a thing? Why was I only just now finding out about it? And most important of all, in what way could I let her know that she was even more special to me now than she had been as a young and eager bride? That the fact that I had been on the verge of penetrating our beautiful, marvellously endowed daughter diminished my desire for her by not one iota? But I had no thoughts that could take priority over the simple act of admiring every square centimetre or her body, nor over the barely conscious questions that repeated themselves time and time again as I looked at her. How had that line of spunk come to lie upon her body or within her hair? In what position had my wife and son been when he launched that sperm across her, and what pleasure had she felt as he did so, or as it splashed against her? "Daddy's amazing, Mistress. I... I tried, but I've lost track of how many times I've cum." Jasmine. Her voice grateful and as usual so much more subservient than those with which I had heard other daughters addressing their mothers. I couldn't help but smile at her words, and I looked down at her still stretched before me, at her hair about her shoulders, her slender back and her soft, ever-so-slightly plump buttocks; at her pretty, pink anus and her wet pussy still parted before my cock. Should I pull back in an attempt to allow my daughter and I to make ourselves more presentable? Would it be appropriate to push forward even though my wife had just appeared? Should I fuck my darling Jasmine even though Laura-Jane stood just meters from us? I felt my cock twitch and saw a bead of milky white fluid appearing at the tip of my manhood before dribbling quickly downward, and the decision was more than I could handle at such short notice. "Of course, honey. I promised, didn't I? That he would be and that you would." My wife smiled gently then. Walked stiffly toward us as she did so. A wince of pain and weariness appeared momentarily with every slightly bow-legged step that she took, but it seemed to me as if her satisfaction increased each time as well, as if she relished the reminder of the sex that she had enjoyed with out son. I stood where I was, then, unable even to realize that I was still tracing the hot, wet line of Jasmine's pussy; and then she reached us. Stood at my side and pushed herself up onto her toes so that she could kiss me tenderly upon my lips whilst her eyes looked up at me and shone with a pride that I knew that I could never deserve. "I love you, Mike." "I love -" "No, stay as you are." She pressed her finger against my lips, whilst her other hand pressed Jasmine gently downward onto the worktop. "You're probably finding out some new things about me, Mike; and they're nothing compared to what you still don't know, but always remember that everything that I've done, I've done for you. Everything that I have created, I have created for you so that I can see you enjoy it, and so that I can enjoy it with you if that is what -" "Why are you telling me this again, ElJay? You told me that when we first met." I returned the press of her finger, and for some reason Jasmine gasped then giggled quietly before me until the sharp slap of her mother's hand upon her buttocks caused her to give a little squeal before falling silent once more. "I did, didn't I? I told you over thirty years ago, and yet you still remember..." My darling wife smiled and blushed then. Pushed her forehead against my chest then looked downward before grasping my hard, hot cock and dragging it ever-so-gently through the heat and the wetness that lay between Jasmine's wonderfully soft and clinging pussy-lips. "I've waited so long to see you fuck another woman, darling. I've always longed for the moment when I would first get to see you sticking your cock into a pussy besides my own, but no matter who I sent to tempt you into doing her, you never noticed... And now you're about to enter our daughter, and as frustrating as it was, this is even better than that could ever have been..." She slid slowly behind me as she spoke, her hand not once leaving my cock. Moved until I was sandwiched between her hot, damp body and the still-waiting body of my daughter. Kissed my shoulder and caressed my chest with her left hand, then lowered it teasingly. Pulled it back. Slid it over my hard left buttock, before running a finger from my balls back upward until I shivered at her touch against my anus. "Will you fuck her for me, darling? Will you fuck her the way that you fucked me after I told you that our son had sucked my tongue? Will you pound her mercilessly and make her squeal like you did with me?" I felt my heart skip a beat at her words. Felt a flush of heat across my face whilst my cock jerked within her hand and against my daughter's now even-wetter-than-ever pussy. "I... If she's okay with it, ElJay..." "Good. Then what about you, cunt? Are you ready to take your Daddy's fat monster of a cock for me?" She spoke like that sometimes. Asked questions even though she knew the answer. Used a voice so kind and gentle that you knew without a doubt that she adored you, but did so with the filthiest words you would ever hear her speak. "I am Mistress... I want Daddy to fuck me in whatever way he wants. Everyday for the rest of my life." Our daughter glanced back at us as she spoke, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed. Licked her lips then grinned as devilishly as she had when she first presented her anus for my cock. "And every night, I want to kneel over his whore-wife's face and let her drink his cum like the greedy slut she is." Another slap. Another squeal. "And what makes you think I'd let you do that, you filthy little cunt?!" "How about the fact that you begged me to do so, or that in almost two years you never once failed to drink Jason's?! An' don't think for a second that I'm going to forget that you promised to gobble me as you did it once I reached 18, either!" I think that they glared at each other in mock-anger, giggling as they did so; but I stood dizzy and light-headed. My wife had drank our son's cum out of our daughter's pussy. Had no doubt frigged herself as she did it. Had probably shown them a grown woman's ecstasy. Had kissed me hungrily once I returned. Thrusting the tongue that had been covered by his seed against my own. Letting me drink her saliva even though it must have contained traces of his - I heard another, more guttural squeal. Heard a gasp that turned into something that was half-groan, half-giggle. "Daddy!.." "Oh, Mike! That's it! Fuck her hard!" "Oh fuck me Daddy!.. Oh God, Daddy!.." I didn't understand the words. My beautiful baby Jasmine. My wonderful wife, Laura-Jane. Which one of them was I fucking? Whose tight, wet and shuddering cunt gripped me so wonderfully? Whose breasts felt so firm against my hands even as her buttocks felt so soft and comfortable against my loins and hips? My daughter? I thought that it might be, but it didn't matter. I thrust all the way in and out at first, but then I kept each thrust to a movement of just a few centimetres each way, my cock buried to the hilt in her at all times; my strokes short but brutal. Slamming into her. Jerking her forward and upward each time. Grinding the base of my cock and top of my balls against her clit. Hearing her gasping in pleasure. "Do her, Mike! Fuck her senseless and make her cum!" "Daddy!.. Oh! Oh! Ahh! Oh God, Daddy!.." I heard my daughter and my wife urging me onward in delight, and then a wail of pleasure. The wonderfully accommodating woman before me shuddering and jerking against me. Raising higher before me. Lifting upward as if trying to escape, then settling down once more - her buttocks now against my belly rather than my loins. Feet against my hips. My cock almost vertical within the sodden heat that wrapped and trembled about it. The words filtering through slowly. My daughter. I was doing Jasmine. Squeezing her ample tits and twisting her thick, rubbery teats as I beasted her where she now knelt upon the edge of the worktop. Again and again I thrust my cock savagely upward. Again and again until her gasps turned to sobs, her cries of encouragement to helpless grunts and moans as she slammed her hips downward with each upward stroke of my cock; stroking her clit against my balls. Her body shuddering as she raised voice into a scream that must have been muffled by her hands; going limp then moving before me as if she were trying to escape even though ElJay pushed me harder against her. Again and again until she surrendered. Until her body shuddered and her voice rose once more. I wanted to watch Jason do her like this. He'd wanted us to hug, hadn't he? I would hug him from behind as he did her like this. Would hold him once he had finished doing her and moved onto the wonderful wife who was stroking her pussy so feverishly against my back. Would feel his ecstasy against my body each time he emptied himself into them. Would reach forward and hold his young cock as he spurted - I cried out as I came once more into my daughter's pussy. Jerked and slammed my cock within her as what felt every last molecule of my sperm and vitality erupted out of me. "Oh, Daddy!.. Oh Daddy!.." "Oh, Mike, that was fucking incredible!" My daughter's sobs and the jerking of her body upon my cock. My wife's cries as she thrust her at once sticky and slippery body against my back, shivering and nuzzling my neck and back as she did so. "Do her again, darling! Fuck her like the little slut that she is! Give her your cum!" I wanted to. Tried to. Couldn't. For the first time in years I felt not only no wilting but a stiffening of the cock with which I had just emptied myself, but I had no strength left. Could only collapse forward, gasping and panting as I wondered what I had done; my wits only enough to make sure that I landed upon my arms rather than putting my weight onto Jasmine. "Daddy!.. Thank you, Daddy... Thank you so much... I love you so much..." She whimpered and panted beneath and against me. Twisted about as much as she could so that she could look at me, her eyes wide as if I had somehow startled her even after all that we had done during the day. Had she cum as well? I kissed her shoulder weakly. Smiled faintly as I did so. She had. Multiple times. I could tell from the wetness upon my legs that she had squirted at least once. Could tell also from the quiet panting and faint trembling of the wonderful woman behind me that ElJay had reached at least one orgasm of her own as well. "I love you, ElJay, Jasmine..." Even as fit as I was, I had barely enough energy left to speak. I swallowed, aware that time seemed to be moving quicker than it should. That despite the arousal that I had felt what seemed like an instant earlier, I was suddenly limp within Jasmine. That I had collapsed further until my baby daughter's back was hard against my chest. Had I blacked out? I felt ElJay kiss my back tenderly as darkness started to close in on me. Realized that I had. "Come on, darling. Let's get some tablets into you..." "Did you hear him, Mistress? Did you hear what he said?" "I think that maybe the whole fucking world did -" "- make sure that they cum together lots?" "Of course... It won't be long now, baby-slut. Help me get him -" "- and then I'll see about that promise -" "- I think we're both going to be full before -" Darkness. PART 5 ====== I lie awake, unable to sleep. My mind is full of thoughts of that day once more, of the realization that in that day I came face to face for the first time with what had disturbed me for so long. My cock as hard as iron and aching to be used once more even though the beautiful young woman who lies sleeping peacefully against me had accepted my seed into her not just once or twice but thrice only a few hours earlier. Was her brother sleeping in similar fashion with my darling wife? Was he perhaps fucking her again and again as she cried out in pleasure or urged him onward in delight, repeating what I had seen them do so often in the past few weeks? Was his hard, virile and beautiful cock once more stiffening and jerking as it flooded her pussy with another dose of his cream? I shiver and twist away from my darling Jasmine, knowing that ElJay would present his sperm to either my daughter or myself once the morning arrived; and I can't help reaching a hand down to thumb the springy flesh of my once more slippery and wet knob. To spread my pre-cum across the hot and swollen helmet before grasping and gently stroking my manhood once more. To think once more of Jason and of the drug- and lust-fuelled but still playful orgy within which I had found that which had escaped me for so long. To think of how proud I had felt as he knelt naked before me and I before him. Of how just the sight of him had caused my heart to race. Of how the sight of his slender cock thrust toward mine between the lips of the women who had taken our cum into their wombs only minutes earlier had brought home the realization that I who had never before wanted another man, now wanted to touch and to feel him not just as a son but as a lover. To think of the tiny, dark red labia that tipped his knob and which had brushed against my own time and time again as if kissing me, both of us leaking our pre-cum against the other. Of his spunk-covered knob an ember of heat within my own wet foreskin, throbbing and hard against my own slowly stiffening knob as Jasmine and ElJay sucked and licked at us so mischievously, urging us to spray our seed across each other. Giggling that we should be willing to do for them what they had in their own way demonstrated for us as we stared entranced, stroking ourselves as they did so. My son. The handsome and intelligent young man who for so long had seemed to be slowly drifting away. Whose first tentative attempt to return to the embraces that we had shared in the past had filled me with a thrill of delight that I realize now had in part been sexual and had most likely caused a great deal of the confusion that I felt. The young man whose knob had shuddered against mine as it was slowly expelled from the confines of my foreskin by the expansion of my own in response to not just the actions of our lovers but the simple pressure of his against mine. I thumb my leaking cock once more and remember the slipperiness of the cum and saliva that had lubricated our knobs as our lovers grasped and wanked them together. The giggles of delight with which they had greeted our increasing arousal, urging us closer until his cock pressed wetly into my bush; forcing us apart so that our pre-cum smeared across each other's cocks. My cock upward so that it left a trail of spunk atop his shaft whilst his sank gently into my balls; then his cock upward so that his smeared his juices across my belly once mine finally pressed into the soft warmth of his sack. Apart once more so that they could lash our twitching knobs with their tongues in-between each burst of desperately eager stroking; so that even if I had somehow been able to not stare in awe at his flushed face and fluttering eyes, I would have still felt the ecstasy that he fought so valiantly to resist within the tremors of his knob against my own. We had shuddered together then, father and son joined in mutual pleasure. Had hugged and held each other for support and in doing so felt every tremor and jerk of the other's growing arousal. Listening in a daze to not just the encouragement of the two who meant so much to us but also to each other's gasps of appreciation and gratitude. To the quiet whispers of encouragement with which we urged each other to fulfil the fantasies of the two whose giggles had turned to pants of exertion, whose gentle urging had turned coarse with lust. "Oh Dad, I'm close!.." "Then just do it, Jason!.." "Oh, baby! Cum for me my baby-stud!" "Cum over Daddy's cock, darling!" "Oh fuck, I'm close as well!.." "Then shoot your spunk, darling! Spray it all over Jason's cock for me!" "Go on, Jason! Do what we talked about!" "Oh shit!.. Oh shit!.. Quick! Do it, Dad!" "Let us taste your spunk -" "Oh!.. Oh, Dad!.." And then Jason's eyes had widened. His jaw trembled whilst his breath caught in his throat. My son had cried out before me, his knob seeming to swell against my own, and then my wonderful wife and daughter had squealed in girlish delight. So many things had happened within the space of a heartbeat, but of them all the one that drew my attention the most had been the sensation of my son's thick, hot cum squirting against and across my knob. He had lashed my knob with jet after jet and ribbon after ribbon of his pearly white spunk, held before me despite his jerking by both ElJay and Jasmine; and my attention had been so focused upon the wonderful, awe-inspiring pulsing of his knob that I had failed to notice the imminence of my own orgasm. "Oh fuck!.. Oh Jason!.." I remember that I had gasped in surprise when it struck. That I had held my son in an embrace that must have felt like steel as I squirted my seed across his swollen knob even as he continued to squirt his across mine. "Dad!.. Dad!.." "Oh Daddy! Cum over his cock!" "Oh my darlings! Go on, give us your cum!" And I remember that as ElJay and Jasmine had squealed their grateful appreciation of what they had made us do, I had clutched at my son's firm, tight buttocks and pulled him toward me despite their grasps. That our cocks had slid past each other; one hard, slender shaft wet against one hard, fat one. That we had spurted and then oozed the last of our first mutual ejaculation across then against each other's lean but heaving bellies.