9 comments/ 138342 views/ 49 favorites Breaking My Resistance By: Trudy_Antone (NOTE: All the characters in this story are above the age of 18. This piece contains incest, anal sex, and group sex. If this is not your thing please do not read on. This story is a fantasy and in no way reflects my true views on incest. That said, I hope you enjoy! Please take the time to comment and vote if you do x) It happened while my wife was away. Our youngest daughter, our most difficult rebel – the runaway – came crawling back, no explanations, begging to come home. Up to me, I would've put her over my knee and paddled her bottom for giving us so much grief, but she was all grown-up and I knew it wouldn't make a damn bit of difference. Motherfuck! We didn't know where she'd been for three missing years. My wife had cried herself to sleep so many times our bed was a sodden puddle. I should have been relieved Madison was standing before me in one piece. Instead, I was fuming. I looked at her badly dyed red hair, her ridiculous sunglasses hiding her no doubt stoned eyes, her taut little belly exposed above those nasty cut off shorts, the tight material flaunting her nether lips to all and sundry. "Hey Daddy," she said, as if we'd said goodbye only yesterday, giving me a lingering kiss square on the mouth, her sassy boobs pressed into my chest. I jerked away. I should've sent her packing. I should've closed the door in her face as only a heartless bastard can do, only... Her eyes are exactly like Lana's, bluey-grey and soft and framed by the darkest eye lashes. I thought of my wife and knew she would never forgive me if I sent Madison away. I followed my almost-twenty daughter in to the house, not saying a word about the tramp stamp tattooed in the small of her back. Goddamn those shorts were so small I could almost taste her crack. She had an ass identical to her mother's, tight and high and rounded. I wondered if she loved taking it there as much as her mother did, if she begged for it like Lana. As quickly as that my blood was up, my cock heavy, a feeling of nausea crawling over my soul. I put Madison in the spare room – her old bedroom was now a gym - and got out of there, hoping to hell that distance would return my sanity, a normal state of mind where normal men did not consider the anal proclivities of their daughters, at least, not to the point of gaining an erection over them. I've always been an ass man, it's my particular weakness, one that my wife loves and plays upon for all she is worth. I told myself it was thoughts of Lana that boosted my erection. Standing over the bathroom sink I pumped in to my hand and told myself over and over it was Lana I wanted. Only, as I climaxed, I couldn't look at myself in the mirror because it was thoughts of Madison that overwhelmed me; Madison, my beloved girl, finally home. We circled each other warily for days. I merely observed and didn't ask questions I knew I wouldn't like the answer to, which meant everything was unmentionable. I was waiting for my wallet to go, for Lana's jewellery to disappear, to wake up and find the appliances cleaned out and Madison gone. Past actions had eroded my trust, my confidence in my daughter less than functional. It left an aching sadness in me. "Do you like this Daddy?" she asked. I'd come home from work and found her sitting at the table sketching. I was pleased to see her being constructive and creative however one look at her naked back – intersected by two lines of a string excuse for a top – and a feeling of dread hit me. I felt like a fish being reeled in. My balls contracted when I saw her work, my heart went AWOL; she was talented my beautiful daughter, talented and perverted as fuck. In a bold, realistic hand, she'd portrayed a woman kneeling on the bed, her head dug in to the sheets, her neck twisted to one side while she stretched apart her buttocks with her hands. I was the star player – depicted with not as much muscle as I deserved – perched between the woman's legs, probing her anus with my tongue. What was I supposed to say? Was I meant to explode and rip the artwork to pieces? Compliment her and say 'excellent technique if a little cartoon-ish, pity about the subject matter'? Was I supposed to feel shame? Madison had always been like this, far too street for her own good, her mission in life to shock and confuse. Her pornographic work caused me a rush of blood, a kick in the groin and a raging erection. I said nothing. "I always wondered what it would feel like if you did that to me Daddy," she whispered, not looking at me, her eyes burning a hole in my rampant crotch. I really did explode. "Jesus fucking Christ Maddi that is not appropriate." I got out of that room faster than the main event at the Melbourne Cup. Seventeen days until Lana came home from the States. How was I going to survive until then, living with the walking, talking reincarnation of filth itself? No wonder I was secretly, guiltily, relieved when Madison ran away. I'd always known what was coming: Hell on legs. I called David the next day. He's five years older than Madison, head on straight, Lance Corporal in the Army; I'm so damned proud of my son. He was home for a rare R and R, and sympathised with my plight. "I can't make it until next Monday Dad, but I'll be there." That still left me four days to hold out on my own. I told Madison David was coming but I knew as I said it that I should have kept silent, I should have made her brother's visit a surprise. Was it an escalation of tactics on my part? I don't know. I like to think my rational brain was in control, that yes, my daughter was sexually attractive, smokin' in fact. I could acknowledge it like a man, but I would never, ever act on it. Madison had other ideas. Suddenly she forgot to take her robe and towel in to the bathroom, not once, but twice. Bringing her her things like a lackey with nothing better to do, I copped a look at her breasts, her nipples like little red cherries begging to be sucked, water streaming over them rinsing the soap off like cream. She stood there, not bothering to cover her thatch of dark pubic hair, holding the shower door open like an invitation. I watched drops of water streaming between her thighs and dripping from her curly hairs in to the shower stall. I threw the towel and ran but there was no escape from the image of that sensational body burned in to my brain. My daughter's figure was so like Lana's in every way, bar the shape and size and colour of her breasts. Lana's were mouth-sized and sag-less with caramel nipples. Madison's breasts took after my mother's, rounded and full and much more than a handful. I'd always had a thing for titty sex, pressing big tits around my dick and delivering a pearl necklace. That had never been possible with Lana. There was nothing left to do but hide in my wife's closet rampantly fisting my cock in one of her satin dresses, my cum squirting white and sticky over the red material. Lana wasn't going to be happy with me. Damn it, I wasn't happy with me! The second time Madison forgot her towel, I knew not to go in, I knew it wasn't a smart move, but I found myself pushing open the door regardless. I saw that the perfect little triangle of black curls between her thighs had been waxed away – every single hair – leaving her baby soft and smooth, her slit indecently open. My tongue fell out of my mouth, licking the air, licking my lips, licking again. I was a sad, dirty old man with a clit fascination. When I finally lifted my eyes to hers she was sucking on her finger, sliding it in to the depths of her mouth, tonguing it and running it over her trembling lower lip. I know it sounds outrageous. It IS fucking outrageous. Madison has never been sweet, never behaved; she's always pushed the boundaries. She knew exactly what she was doing to me; the glint in her eye was unmistakable. I set another land speed record. This isn't about a loser running from a beautiful woman. This is about a man running from his gorgeous, fucked-up, seductress, bitch of a daughter. I only had so many limits for wanking in to my hand before I needed something better, wetter. A hot, dripping cunt, a tight, dirty asshole. I missed my wife, jaunting off around the States with her girlfriend, leaving me to suffer. She knew it too. The last words she'd whispered to me at the airport were "Think about my ass while I'm away baby. Think about how much you love being inside it." "Wench," I'd said under my breath, but Lana heard it and laughed and tied my tongue in knots with hers, then disappeared in to the terminal with Kelly, her skirt flipping up in the wind giving me one last serendipitous look at her beautiful rear. I missed her before I got back in the car. That was ten weeks ago. I didn't stand a chance when a crying Madison woke me at two in the morning. I'd been dreaming about her, covering her nipples in whipped cream and playing peek-a-boo with my mouth. In my dream, she wasn't my daughter, she wasn't related by blood and genetics, she was just a beautiful girl laying herself out for me, begging for my growing hard-on. Reality made me even harder. She huddled half on top of me as I lay naked in bed, her body pinning down my arm, her tight little ass curved in to my hand, her firm, round tits pressed in to my side and chest, her nipples poking me, nothing but her silk camisole and a sheet to separate us. My daughter, my conscience screamed, but my cock yelled even louder, not for this night. "Daddy," she cried, her tears dripping down my neck. "Tell me baby," I whispered, squeezing her ass and running my other hand under her top and up her naked back for comfort. It was only a handful of ass, just a touch of skin. I'd touched my daughter a million times; hugged her, held her hand, picked her up. Why was a handful of ass or the curve of her spine under my hand, so different? Was it my awareness of how grown-up she was, of how close I was to her hairless pussy? "I don't want to sleep alone." "Sh baby." I kissed her cheek, nuzzled in to her neck and kissed her earlobe. Her hair, no matter how awful and sluttish it looked, smelled wonderful. I couldn't help inhaling again and again. My hand massaged the smooth globe of her ass, squeezing the one cheek I had access to, my heart thudding loud in my ears. I wasn't thinking about it; I was conscious of our mingled breathing in the dark that was all. My hand moved of its own will slipping down the back of her panties. My fingers rested over her beautiful crack and I stroked her cheeks with the heel of my hand, around and around, gentle, non-threatening. "Daaaad-dy." She drew my name out, low and breathy. "Sh baby," I said. If I was going to do this I had to do it in the dark, in the silence. I had to forget who I was and who she was, everything except how good she felt and how much she meant to me. "What do you want?" I whispered, scared, but knowing underneath it all that the tears were just a sham, an excuse to come to me. She touched her lips to my chest and ran her tongue, her curious, wet tongue, over my collar bone and up my throat, all along my jaw to my waiting lips where I sucked her inside. Oh shit and Christ. How does it feel to tongue kiss your own daughter? It feels hot and wet and sweet and a mimicry of sex that sets your pulse flying and your groin throbbing, just as it would if you kissed any woman, but better than that...better than that because you know how dirty, how wrong, how incredibly twisted and fucked up it is, you know how much you should stop but you have no intention of ever doing so. She tasted good. Better than good. She tasted like the entire world was watching me, getting off on her through me. She made me feel the way I did every time I pushed my erection into my wife's ass – like a bad boy ready to explode. I twisted on my side to fully embrace her, to hold her stunning nineteen year old body against mine, to pull her against my angry cock to settle him down, give him a purpose, something warm and willing to rub up against. Her sexy little mewls were so hot. She moaned and stabbed her tongue in to my mouth, palming her underwear and wriggling it off. I regretted not turning on the light when I traced my hand in to her slippery pussy and discovered how wet she was. I fingered my daughter's clit, circling it, rubbing it, feeling her tiny button erect in its silky hood. I sucked on her tongue while I lifted her Camisole top higher and captured a titty in my free hand, pinching her stiff nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She was smooth and hot, moaning and rubbing herself against me, her hands clutching at my shoulders, streaming over my back. Nineteen year old pussy, glorious, unbelievably tasty... I know that because I kept bringing my hand up to our mouths, sliding my fingers between us to taste her juices. She latched on to my fingers, sucking herself off me. I took her nipple in my mouth and tongued it, bit it, suckled it. My hand went back to her dripping pussy and I pushed in to her sweet hole, finger fucking my own daughter, first one digit, then two, then three, my hand sliding back and forth making sticky, suction sounds. I couldn't get enough of that sweet, forbidden pussy. I wanted to own it, fill it, lick it, fuck it until it quaked around me. I forgot my own rules. "Sit on Daddy's face baby," I urged her. God, just hearing the words aloud from my own throat and my balls almost exploded. Contrary to nearly every order I had ever given her, Madison didn't need to be told twice, she flew across me in a rush to kneel over me. I groaned as her wet pussy dragged across my chest, her sexy little ass seated just in front of my chin. "Put your tongue in me Daddy," she begged as I reached up and found her holding her lips open, ready for me. I teased her for a bit, inserting my fingers in her sweet, forgiving flesh, rubbing her clit with my thumb, loving the way she moved against me, flexing her hips, undulating on my chest. I swear I could feel the bud of her asshole pressed against my skin, dilating and contracting. Gripping her bottom, I pulled her forwards on to my tongue. God, the taste of my daughter's cunt was fresh and clean and salty. Better than Lana's – I can't believe I'm saying that. My wife's pussy is better than the finest champagne, the best Belgian chocolate, and yet there I was, chowing down on a superior meal. As I open-mouth kissed my daughter's pussy, tongued her slit and nibbled on her swollen lips, my cock was an iron bar, the sheet tangling over my hips until I kicked it free. "God Daddy, oh my god." Madison loved being licked and eaten and tongue-fucked. I could barely breathe with my nose driving in to her clit, my mouth kissing her dripping cunt, her juices flooding my lips like rain and melted snow as I penetrated her with my tongue, spiking in to her tight passage. Listening to her little gasps and whimpers, I brought my hands in to play, sinking my fingers in her, tonguing her clit in shorter harder sweeps, clamping my lips and tongue to her little hooded pearl until she screamed. She came like her mother. Loud and long and vicious, enough to wake the dead and register on the Richter scale. I slid my slick fingers into her mouth to shut her up and tried not to yell when she bit down on me, my mouth still suctioning her clit until she jerked away from me, her knees knocking against my ears. She heaved up and reversed direction, kneeling back over my face, collapsing forwards on to my chest, her body still shaking, her hair tickling my cock, her ass spread open right in front of my face. Fuck. I wished the light was on. I wish the light had been on, and I had been able to look upon the pretty little sphincter nestled between my daughter's cheeks. Just look my fill of the puckered hole I so love to play with and taste and fuck; and resting just below that, her naked sopping pussy, still spasming, another glorious hole to thrust in to. What I would give to gaze upon that heavenly vision. Madison was still shaking, her hips rocking slightly, rubbing her wet snatch over my skin. "Do it Daddy, lick it please" she begged, reading my mind (or perhaps mine and Lana's ass fixation is genetic). There was no question of resistance when she backed up to my chin, her cheeks hovering over me, the smell of her naked pussy, the thought of her sexy ass, filling my mouth with saliva. I thrust my tongue in to her cunt and moaned, sucking up her delicious juices, smearing her essence all over my face, lapping her like a cat. Slowly I licked up, up, down, two licks forward, one lick back, moistening her perineum with my saliva, savouring the journey to the finish line. The tip of my tongue met her delicate little ring and she jumped; her tiny asshole tightened. I moaned louder and pulled away, started again. Long drags of my tongue up my daughter's crack, from pussy to asshole, pussy to asshole. As I slid the flat of my tongue over her gorgeous sphincter, holding back from spearing the tip inside, I didn't know who I was teasing more, her or me. My hips were lifting up and down, her hair caressing my cock. Madison was vocal about what she wanted. "Stick that tongue in. Give it to me Daddy, hurry up and give it to me." She kept trying to back up on to my mouth. God, she was so like her mother, horny, impatient and insatiable. I, on the other hand, wasn't going anywhere for hours. I had all the time in the world to satisfy every hunger, to keep licking at her tiny orifice until I couldn't control the need to push inside it with my tongue. Then her tiny hand settled over my cock and lifted it, Madison's smart mouth closing over the tip, hot and greedy, then sucking me all the way inside, tickling her tonsils with the eye of my penis. The hot, wet, vacuum of my daughter's mouth was so...so...good... I pierced her ass with the tip of my tongue and reared up so hard she gagged. I had a sudden flashback of her as a child, choking on a lolly a shopkeeper had given her. Her symptoms had been so severe I'd done the full panic – truly believed she could die. Lana had dressed Madison in the ugliest purple ensemble that day, and the only reason I remember this inane detail is because of the intense relief I felt when Maddi threw up all over it. The thought was sudden and loud and ugly in my head: What the FUCK are you doing Tom? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? I've never pushed a beautiful woman off me, never declined an offer of hot ass, and believe me, as a professional footballer I've had plenty (before, during, and within my marriage, but that's another story). I coach now but my body is still the same as it was when I was twenty-five, fitness has always been my way of life. It came in handy when I bench-pressed her petite fifty kilos off me and wrapped her malleable body in the sheet, my chin still wet with her juices. I sat on the other side of the bed and wiped my face, my stomach turning over, trying so hard to be strong. "This isn't right baby. You have to go back to your room. You can't come in here again." Madison was crying, making me feel even more the lowlife piece of shit I am. "But..." She touched my arm and I shook her off. "Get out of here. Go!" She was up and out in a second, the air heavy with her departing sob. My cock felt stiff and sore and wild. My heart was aching. It took hours to go back to sleep and when I did I slipped instantly in to the whipped cream scenario, only this time Madison was perched on all fours on the kitchen table and I was licking cream from her ass, a tube of lubricant in hand. I woke up with a raging hard-on, grumpy, with the feeling of butterflies trapped in concrete in my gut. My mood didn't improve when I found my daughter in the kitchen, still in the same camisole from last night, her tramp stamp – Celtic symbols probably pertaining to 'whore' – branded across her precious skin, her ass hanging completely out, a miniscule piece of black string swallowed between her buttocks where my tongue had been. God, she had such a beautiful, tempting ass. I saw red. Breaking My Resistance "Get dressed," I snapped, my face hot, "and don't come out of your room again unless you're decent." I registered her humiliated look and set another speed record escaping the house. At training the team must've wondered what was up. I was usually tough but on this day I punished them like the devil. The men threw me strange looks when I retired them to the showers. I stood alone on the oval and considered moving out until David flew in from Perth. That, or installing a lock on my bedroom door. Both solutions pissed me off. I went home empty handed, tense, determined to stay in control no matter what. I know she set me up. The timing was too perfect. That I should come home at exactly the same time every night and accidentally catch her masturbating in the lounge... I froze, horrified, disgusted, turned-on, my nasty cock springing to life, the door wheeling slowly shut behind me. My daughter lay on her back on the couch, her knees open wide, pulled up to her chest, both of her holes winking at me in the bright flood of the room. The beauty of her genitals, open and exposed, moist and pink, was swift and devastating. Her pussy was a masterpiece, the tiny, puckered hole beneath it so goddamn sexy I nearly fell to my knees. Her eyes were closed and she moaned softly as she played with her glorious breasts, lifting those impertinent nipples to her tongue. One hand slid down over her tummy and disappeared between her legs, dragging her juices up to her clit and rubbing them around and around. Her feet planted on the sofa so she could lift her hips, whimpering softly as she delved inside her pussy then circled her clit, in, out, circle, in, out, circle. For a deprived bastard like me, the motion was hypnotic. When she abandoned her tits to slip her other hand under her bottom, her index finger sliding smoothly into her ass, I came close to drilling a hole through my trousers. The double penetration sickened me at the same time that I twitched and dribbled in my pants. She knew how to hurt me Madison. That was another reason why I'd been numb to her wayward departure. Fuck her, I'd thought. And now I thought it again. Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her, like a chorus in my mind. Fuck her little pussy. Fuck her tight little asshole. Oh sweet Jesus. I didn't run from the room. I didn't chuck a pointless tantrum or pitch the throw rug over her. I wish I could say that I did, I so wish that I had stopped it there only I'm a fallible human being and when things are this hot, my brain switches off, my conscience runs away and my cock takes charge. "Keep doing that," I grunted, low, my hands going to my belt. So it was that I watched Madison finger herself and get off in front of me, all the while playing the silent voyeur, fondling my balls and stroking my penis up and down, my veins standing out, my daughter eying my cock like candy. "I want you to cum in my mouth Daddy," she said. I stayed where I was – what we had done in the dark was one thing – this stark play in the light, this blatant mutual masturbation was obscene. The thought of feeding that stubborn mouth though... Everything in my body drew in then exploded, a release rising up from my balls and spilling from my cock. I captured most of my semen in my cupped hand as I shook and spasmed. Coming back to earth was a slow delight, topped off only when – cock half stiff and bobbing – I moved over to my daughter like a sleepwalker and smothered her mouth with my hand, wiping my cum over her flickering tongue and smearing it over her lips. She sucked on my fingers like a hunger strike victim, bringing me back to hard stick. "That's enough," I said, taking the coward's way out, doing a pointless runner. I was becoming the Master Evader. I'd tasted my daughter and now she'd tasted me. The thought made me feverish, burning up with equal parts lust and self-loathing. How many times did I pull myself off that night? At least three; my hand frantic and furious in the dark, a pile of sodden tissues littering the bed. I think I had my cock in hand until I got up in the morning. Having Maddi home was stirring up the beast in me, driving me crazy. The moral lines were falling away like a wall of sand, sifting through and widening the holes in my resistance. I called Lana when I got up. Hell, I know shit about time zones. All I know is as soon as I heard her voice message, I teared up. "I need you," I whispered in to the ether, "Baby, I need you home. Madison's back and I don't know what the fuck to do. Get back to me honey. SOON. I love you." I pictured her and Kelly in some motel room in god knows where (somewhere in Nevada), the two of them switching off their mobile phones to indulge in uninterrupted Sapphic love. They favoured the sixty-niner those two, they could eat each other for hours on end. I'd somewhat selfishly encouraged their relationship. What man doesn't like to imagine or watch or join in? I'd done all three. Lana and I were a solid team; we indulged each other without angst. I was a bloody lucky man, utterly blessed, yet here I was, blowing my wife's trust. I did move out until David came home, it was the only way I could think of to escape temptation. Madison couldn't control herself, so it was up to me to do the right thing. I let my son know I was 'away' and waited until he'd been in the house for a day and a night. Taking the day off work, I checked out of my motel and went home for lunch. I should have known. I should have known that David isn't as hard and experienced as me. I should have remembered the special bond he'd always had with Madison, the way he'd always deferred to her despite her comparative youth. He'd been twisted around her finger from the day she was born. Too late to wish it now, hindsight is a useless thing. I should have called home first to let them know I was coming, but I didn't. My body went in to shock when I opened the front door. David leaned against the couch licking his sister's shoulder, pinching her nipples as she rode him up and down, facing me, his cock spearing her tight little ass. She straddled him and circled her hips and cried out, impaling herself on him, her fingers stuffed inside her pussy. I nearly passed out. I nearly came in my pants. Then I flew across the room in a rage and pulled the two fuckers apart. "Get out of my house," I screamed at David, my own son, my own boy who had succumbed to darkness. "And you," I shook Madison, "don't you dare fucking move." I ushered my son out in a blind fury, turning my back on him when the taxi arrived, walking in to the house without a backwards glance, my cock growing large and hard in my pants. "You slut," I yelled at her as I pulled her naked, sweaty body across my lap and smacked her hard on the ass. Who the hell did she belong to? Who the hell did she think she was? "You run away like a street kid..." SMACK. "You show up at home flaunting your dirty little cunt..." SMACK. "You sit on my face and finger fuck yourself in front of me..." SMACK. "You let your brother fuck your ass..." SMACK. She was sick, so very sick, and so was I. Pouring out all her sins and mine, I flogged her sorry skin, and with every single downbeat she jerked, her swollen cunt soaking the leg of my pants with her juices. "You want it up your ass?" I asked coldly, spreading her red, weltered cheeks. What was once precious and tight was now stretched open by her brother's cock... Seeing her sweet puckered hole raw and gaping drove me crazy. I lost my mind, shoving my fingers in to her, digitally fucking her asshole, twisting and driving in and out of her, furious. Funny how a person can go insane with just enough rational mind left to know it. I poked her with my stiff fingers, felt how tight she was, how she gripped on to me, and I thrust my hips madly, my starving cock pushing up in to her tummy. "Put your cock in there Daddy," she begged, wriggling in my lap, lifting her bottom and backing on to my hand, making "uh," sounds every time my fingers pushed in to her. "Oh you dirty bitch, you fucking dirty bitch," I moaned, sliding her off my lap on to the floor with my fingers still inside her, thrusting in and out of her ass while I positioned her on her knees, face down on the couch. I slipped between her legs from behind and licked the red, glowing skin of her cheeks, sucking her in a frenzy until there was no distinction between the marks of my angry hand and the love bites I left all over her tender skin. When she was branded to my satisfaction I moved inwards and replaced my fingers with my tongue, my mouth sucking and biting at her anus, my tongue burrowing deep inside her beautiful ring. Her sphincter was relaxed and loose, hot and ready for me. I buried my face between her gorgeous cheeks and lapped at her salty ass, fucking it with my tongue as I ripped my underwear down. Lurching forwards on my knees, I lubricated my cock between the dripping lips of her pussy and dragged the head up to her puckered hole. She reached behind her, imitating the woman in the artwork she'd drawn, stretching her cheeks apart for me to have an unimpeded view of my hard dick, her tight ass about to swallow me. She was a naughty little girl. She needed punishment and I was going to give it to her from the inside out, with my cock. I slammed in to her, ramming in to my daughter's ass, shoving her forwards in to the couch, driving myself balls deep. She screamed and I did it again and again, holding her hair like the reins of a horse as I hammered in to her, fucking my daughter's hot ass, feeling her hungry channel squeezing me, sucking me in. I pounded her, my hips flying, hurting her with my cock, fucking her ass the way she wanted it – deep and brutal – my balls slapping against her vagina. I drove in to her, wild with fury and a sick want, knowing that I wouldn't, couldn't pull out until I was filling her bowels with my cum and squirting over her tramp stamp, rubbing my fluid in to her soft skin. The hot, deep grip of her anus pushed me over the edge. I have never before had such a loud, screaming orgasm. Not even with Lana have I felt so totally drained, my balls like painful shivers of meat. The drip of my semen across Madison's naked skin, my seed oozing from her asshole, captured an image so arousing and beautiful I knew I would go to my grave remembering every detail. I pulled up my pants in silence and got the fuck out of there. My cock was limp, my eyes stinging, my heart thumping with guilt. I couldn't lie to myself that pounding Madison's ass didn't officially count as having sex. There was no cigar; I was no Bill Clinton with a vast team of lawyers. Lana wouldn't buy that and god, I would have to tell her, I'd always told her everything. It was a weakness of mine, the inability to hide my real self in my marriage. I stepped into the shower and wondered what she would say. Would she leave me? My heart filled with lead at the prospect of it. I wanted to drive far away and forget it all, instead I called David's mobile. He was still at the airport waiting for a flight. He said he was very sorry (you and me both son). I told him I'd overreacted. I picked him up from Tullamarine and brought him home. Both of us took a deep breath before I opened the door. Nothing had been said. I didn't want to berate my son's behaviour when I was just as bad, if not a hundredfold worse. I figured the less said the better. Still, I didn't know if I could sustain the silence depending on what greeted us on the other side of the door. I pushed it in, holding my breath. There was no sign of her, no dirty underwear lying on the floor to be tidied in public, sniffed in private. No untidy hair and obstinate mouth and sinful body. David and I looked at each other, laughed nervously and followed through in to the kitchen. Still no sign. The tension in my shoulders eased and I found that I could breathe again. "Beer?" I asked David, relaxing. "Sure, Dad." He's the spitting image of me, my son, the same height, the same build, dark hair, strong features. Given the resemblance I suppose it's narcissistic to mention how good looking he is. Lana and I made gorgeous kids, there was no denying that. Our third child and middle daughter Lauren was a model living in New York. "Look Dad..." "It's best if we don't talk about it," I cut him off. "I have to say something," his eyes pleaded with me. "OK." I took a swig of my beer, trying to control the sudden tremor in my hands. If he confessed, would I have to as well? "I know it's wrong but..." Words deserted him. "I know," I answered, relieved. I didn't want to hear his feelings, to examine his conflict like a hypocrite, to have his guilt mixed with mine. "I think I should tell her to leave," I mused aloud. David was horrified. "God no, you can't you do that," he protested. He was right. No matter what I did Lana would kill me. A cough behind us and our eyes swung around finding Madison looking neat and tidy for once, her expression almost shame-faced. In the madness of our earlier moment I hadn't noticed that she'd dyed her hair back to its original chocolate brown. My heart turned over seeing her so natural, so incredibly like her gorgeous mother. Her skirt ended inches above her knees, still, it was the demurest thing I'd seen her in since hitting her teenage years. The thought of the hot body beneath it made me hard. David was having similar difficulties, his erection clearly outlined. Had Lana and I created some freak pheromone in our daughter? Did she have this effect on everyone? "Can we all sit down and talk?" she asked, her voice husky. It was the only adult thing to do, we could hardly resist her. I walked to the dining room table feeling sick, only looking up when Madison went past me to the couch, patting the seat on either side of her. The exact same couch I'd bent her over and callously shoved her against as I fucked her up the ass. My heart dived off a tower. David and I went to her, sat with her, our bodies boxing her in, our thighs brushing against hers. I realised that up close her blouse was slightly see-through, her nipples free and easy, poking the material out in tiny bumps. I forced my eyes to lift, goddamn you, lift, until I found her eyes and glued myself to them. "Can we just call a truce and forgive each other Daddy? You know how much I love you." "I love you too," I said, my voice breaking as I bundled her in my arms and hugged her tight, my lips on her cheek the chaste and loving kiss of a father, though there was nothing parental in the hardening of my groin. When she pulled away, her fingertips trailed briefly over my cock. "And David," she turned to him, her hand high on my thigh. "What happened was my fault. You aren't to blame and I still love you no matter what." David hugged her too, only while she was caught in his arms, her hand travelled higher and squeezed me through my trousers. When she pulled back she was rubbing us both, her hands sliding up and down our cocks, massaging our erections. The Master Evader should have done what he did best. Run away. Spoil the party. Instead I looked at David, overcome with his eyes closed, his breath coming in shaky gasps, and I settled back, waited, wanting to know if the perverted scene would unfold and take hold of us. She'd eroded my opposition Madison, she'd taken all my buttons and pushed them...a bald pussy, a hot ass, and now the prospect of three... Lana and I had whispered in the dark for years over the fantasy of having another man in our bed, sandwiching Lana between us. We'd tried everything else but had never acted on this because the thought of another man's dick so close to mine was too much for me. It would take a very special person for me to agree. David's eyes flicked open, his face flushed with guilt. He saw me watching them and pushed Madison's hand from his lap. "God Dad, I'm so sor..." His eyes bugged out when he realised his sister was stroking me. "I'm sorry too," I answered, casually leaning back to further enjoy my daughter's touch. "You guys think too much," Madison declared, taking David in hand. "Oh my god," David said. I watched him carefully; he looked close to wigging out. "This is our secret," I promised. Or was it a veiled threat? I barely know who I am or what I mean these days. My words seemed to settle it. He relaxed back, his eyes still over-round, his hand coming up to idly fondle his sister's tit. She arched her back, pressing her breast in to his hand. "Mm," I said, following his lead. Both of us were outdoor men. Our tanned fingers manipulated her through her white blouse, both of us pinching a nipple. Madison's legs spread wider, her knees pushing against ours. I leaned in and kissed her, sliding my tongue over hers and around it. I licked her mouth and throat and sucked on her bottom lip and tugged on it with my teeth while David attacked her buttons, exposing her breasts. We all stilled and sighed. It was one of those defining moments, the revelation of beauty, the death of resistance. I had to have a delicious cherry between my lips. It was that simple. David was thinking like me, lost then found. We took those perfect nipples in our mouths and bit down on them, licked them, sucked them inside, working in rhythmic juxtaposition, the sensation driving Madison wild. She'd forgotten all about rubbing my cock until I took it out of my pants and handed it naked back to her. Her fingers closed around me and she stroked me up and down. I rocked slowly in her hand, my groan muffled by her titty. David moved to the floor and got between her legs, pushing her skirt up, pulling her knickers down, licking her ankle and working his way up. I moved her forwards on the couch and slung my leg behind her, pulling her back against my chest, pushing my cock in to her spine, my balls resting above her crack. I removed her blouse and stroked her breasts, watching over her shoulder as David homed in on his sister's cunt. He had some moves, my boy, coaxing her clitoris with his tongue and blowing softly on it. Her little hooded button jutted out, deep pink and proud. "Stand up Maddi," I urged her, pushing her shoulders forward to encourage her. She jumped up eagerly and I kissed the small of her back, wriggling her skirt over her hips while David knelt at her feet, his hands reaching up to tug on her nipples. She knew what to do once I had her naked, spreading her legs in a wide vee. Her ass was bruised, covered in love bites and handprints. My love bites, my hand. I sat forward on the couch and was gentle with her, slowly prising her cheeks apart and gazing at the beautiful hole resting within. "Darling," I sighed, rubbing my cheek across her bottom, pressing my lips to her anus and holding the kiss, just breathing, just feeling, just loving. "Darling," I murmured again, pressing soft kisses to her anus over and over again, worshipping her beauty with the reverence it deserved. Madison was moaning and rolling her hips, the sounds of David slurping at her pussy, loud in the room. She barely had space to manoeuvre with him tightly holding her hips and me with my fingers curled around her thighs as I pulled her back to rim her ass with my tongue. "God, oh god, oh god," she whispered, clutching David's head and pressing him into her pussy. "Suck my clitty brother, suck it." I felt his fingers move in to her as he sucked away. Hardening my tongue I slid easily through her sphincter, tongue fucking her ass and groaning, my cock pointing at the ceiling. The double tonguing was too much for her. It was the same with Lana. Maddi went off like a rocket, grinding in to our faces and sobbing with her release. Pushing my finger into her ass, I stood up, kissing my way up her spine, lifting her hair out of the way to suck on the nape of her neck. Breaking My Resistance "Let's go to the bedroom," I suggested, palming her breast. David stood up and kissed her, I could feel his fingers still inside her, stroking her through the thin membrane that divided us. We led her upstairs like that, our fingers still inside her, the three of us moving as one, my son and I alternating kisses with Madison as we stumbled along, moving to a place where we could take her in comfort. I wanted to feel her body under mine, the silky slide of her skin against me as I gave in to the temptation to make love to my daughter, no holds barred, no room in my head for doubt and regrets. We loved each other. Surely that was all that mattered? In the bedroom we withdrew our fingers to undress. David's eyes were smoky as he watched Madison crawl across the bed, wriggling her ass at us, flopping over on to her back to spread her legs wide open. I took her first, lying between her legs, our mouths locked in a torrid kiss as I pushed my cock slowly into her dripping cunt. God she was tight. Hot, wet, sexy, so responsive, thrusting up beneath me, holding on to me with her inner muscles. She was hell on legs, heaven on her back. I moved in and out of her, rising up to my knees, lifting her feet to my ears and licking her toes as my tempo built, my hips out of control, pumping in to her, my cock screaming to discharge. "Daddy, oh daddy," she moaned, over and over until David silenced her with his rock hard erection. I bellowed incoherent noises as I filled my daughter's pussy with semen and left David to enjoy the cream pie. While I recovered I pulled out a tube of lubricant from the bedside drawer. Watching them suck and fuck each other raised my bar again, that, and the thought of what else I was going to do to her. "Straddle him," I told them. Her eyes lit up. She could read my mind, naughty bitch. She wanted it badly and the knowledge of that drained the remaining blood from my brain, my cock bigger and harder than it had ever been as her brother's hard-on disappeared inside her, her head resting on his shoulder as she reached behind and spread her cheeks for me. I was dizzy with longing. I pushed the tip of the lube into her anus and filled her with it. She rose up and slammed down on her brother's penis as I fingered her ass and lubricated my cock. The moment had arrived; a moment I'd imagined for so long I could barely believe it was happening, that it wasn't my gorgeous Lana who was enjoying the benefits. I slipped between my son's legs, pushing David's knees further apart to give myself room. All I could think about was the sandwich I was about to take part in. I was thankful I'd already cum or the moment would have ended there and then. Before I could centre my cock between her cheeks, Maddi grabbed it and pulled the tip towards her anus, rubbing it around her back door before pushing down, her sphincter taking me inside. "Oh, fuck," I moaned. Her muscles were clenching down and the strength of it pushed me right out. I edged forwards and tried again, this time pushing all the way in, holding myself still inside her while she adjusted to being stretched by two hard cocks. "Fuck daddy, you're so big," she panted, rising up on all fours over her brother. The rest was a beautiful blur, my son and I thrusting into Madison's sweet holes, him invading her pussy, me penetrating her ass. Sweat covered Maddi's body in a fine sheen as she took it all inside, the scent of her arousal flooding the room, the sounds of our grunts and moans like a heavenly choir. I could feel David's cock rubbing against mine through his sister's vaginal wall, the slide of his erection adding to my intense pleasure. Maddi was the first to go off, the spasms in her asshole milking me to a mind-numbing explosion. David pulled out and splashed semen all over her belly, his legs stiff as his buttocks hovered over the bed, only his shoulders and feet in contact with the mattress. We fell on the bed, a tangle of limbs, each of us struggling to settle our breath. I sucked my daughter's nipple in to my mouth and just lay there, holding her in my lips, suckling on her perfect cherry while her tremor's subsided, David's fingers pressed hard against her clit. I waited for the feelings of guilt and disgust to take hold of me but... nothing. I hadn't been struck by lightning and I loved my girl with all my heart. I'd never known how much I missed her until now. I'd also discovered a new addiction though I wasn't sure if it was the double penetration or my daughter I was addicted to. All I knew was that I wanted to go to sleep with her breast in my mouth, her nipple on my tongue, her sweet body there to hold on to, open and willing for me to enter whenever I wanted to. I scraped my teeth over her flesh and sucked harder. Later I was going to fuck those titties but for now my cock was soft, sated, my body sinking down into the mattress as I drifted away. David got up to switch off the light and I was vaguely aware of the phone ringing, happy to let it go until the answer machine kicked in in the bedroom. "Baby?" Lana's voice spilled out of the machine, tinny and loud. "Tom baby, what's happening?" Reluctantly I spat out my daughter's nipple and reached for the phone, briefly hesitating as my offspring indulged in a loving kiss. What the hell was I going to tell my wife?