6 comments/ 137934 views/ 34 favorites Dad Was A Kansas Farmer Ch. 01 By: Momstheboss Thomas I have spent my life in the middle of Kansas farming 3000 acres. It's been a good life with my wife of 38 years, but more than a year ago my sexual life took a nosedive. When you're not getting something you desire, you spend a great deal of time thinking of said desire and wondering what went wrong. I spend my days pondering why my wife, who is 56, seems to have lost all interest in sex. The last couple of years I have spent a good deal of money and time on xxx-rated movies, watching them and pumping my cock in the barn. It is my way of staying sane! Ann I caught him! I caught him watching those damn movies and jerking off. All he did was accused me of not attending to his needs. Well, I have needs too! I'm not the young person I used to be and I need a lot more rest than I used to. My hips hurt all the time and the doctor says my heart is not beating properly. I never loved farm life like Thomas, but he was a good provider. It took 10 years to have a child but when Ella came along it was like a new lease on life. Thomas Sure, it embarrassed the hell out of me when Amy caught me right in the middle of shooting my load on the floor. I reacted angrily and I told her exactly how I felt about her neglect. I apologized later and asked her to please try a little harder but things didn't change. Ella I hated farm life and couldn't wait to leave. When I got my drivers' license, I would often driver 200 miles to the Air Force Base to attend parties, for, a little entertainment in a girl's boring farm life. But I would be lying to myself and to you if I did not admit I was hoping to land a husband. I am pretty enough, I suppose, but it took a long time to find a man that took enough interest in me to want to marry me. But finally the long drives paid off. Mom was heartbroken but dad seemed to understand. I spent the next 15 years following my husband around the globe. But my marriage went sour and now I find myself back on the farm with my two children, Billy who is eight years old, and Tommy, who is six. Both my parents are elated to have their grandchildren living with them. Amy Now, thank heavens, I have my grandchildren living with us, but they wear me out. Maybe, they will wear Thomas out and get his mind thinking about something other than sex. Thomas It is great having Ella back home. And, the kids! Wow! They're a handful! Ella and I always got along real well and she seemed to adore me. Probably, because I took up for her when her mother got on her for something. Ella I love to dance. When I was young, dad bought me records, tapes and CDs all the time. I would play them and dance around the house making mom and dad laugh. The boys and I were in their room cleaning last night and we had some music on and were dancing around the room. Mom and dad were in the kitchen. I happened to glance in the kitchen and I saw dad looking at me. He had the strangest look on his face and his eyes were studying me intensely, appraising me like I've seen other men do. It may me feel very self-conscious, knowing my pajamas were a bit small for my body. Still, I wiggled my ass seductively with the music as I always did, and smiled knowingly. No, I didn't feel like I was attempting my dad, just performing for him like I did when I was young. Thomas I couldn't help myself! Ella was a 37-year-old woman, young and vibrant. I had always liked to see her dance and the way she accented her slightly broad backside. It always made me feel proud, made me think of her as sexy, and knew she would be a prize to any man. As she danced last night, I saw her give me a strange look as if reading my mind and I know my face flushed. But I did not shift by eyes off of her. I brazenly continued to appraise her. She seemed to define the gyration of her ass a little more and smiled at me. Ella While the kids were in school, I helped mom around the house. I felt like I had to do something to earn my room and board. I wasn't a child anymore. When mom didn't need my help, I helped dad in the barn. Dad and I had always had close feelings for each other and we could talk about anything. "Why do you and mom seem so distant?" I asked him, while I held a blade in place for him to bolt down. "I've asked her and she just tells me I'm being silly. But I can feel it dad!" "I don't know, honey!" He replied. "I guess people change as they get older. I don't think we love each other any less. We just don't have that much to talk about anymore, I suppose." "Well, I suppose, I can relate to that." I continued. "William and I stopped talking after about eight years. But, our problem stemmed from him ignoring me sexually. So, I guess I have to ask. Are you and mom still sexually active?" He never did answer my question! But, when he began to tease be about the psychological classes I had taken at the community college, trying to analyze them, it pretty much told me the answer was no. I was not totally ignorant of the fact that mom now made up the two double beds in their room, instead of just the one. She had told me it was because of her ailments and dad's constant tossing and turning. Unconsciously, I think, I was allying myself with dad. "Dad, when I was dancing the other night in the boy's room?" I queried. "you seem to be studying me pretty intensely. Appraising me even! Like a woman you would pass on the street?" "You know I've always liked watching you dance!" He defended. "I was just thinking how attractive you were and how happy, under the circumstances, I and your mother are to have you back home." Because he again did not answer my question directly, I could not help but ponder what circumstances he was referring to, his or mine. Thomas Ella had seen right through me. It was too hard to answer truthfully and directly to her inquiries. She was not as elusive in her answers to my questions. "Why in the world would any man not want to make you sexually happy?" I asked. "He was away a lot, of course!" She answered. "I dealt with that! But, he started spending a lot of time at the officers' club......... without me. I began to wonder if he had a girlfriend. He did! I caught him! Not that two wrongs make a right, but I had become acquainted with another officer. I hope you will not be too ashamed of me, I'm ashamed of myself enough, but I couldn't help myself dad. I needed sex!" "Honey, nothing you could do could make me be ashamed of you. I know you're a good person." I assured her. "Sex can be a strong force. But, tell me, when you say William was away for long periods and you dealt with that? How so?" "Dad!" She exclaimed. "I can't tell or explain something like that to you! That would be totally too embarrassing!" "Enough said, honey." I said. "I guess I just wanted to assure myself that I am only doing what is necessary to keep my sanity too." Ella I lay in bed that night thinking what a day of confession it had been. My dad had surprised me with his last statement. I thought he should be a little bit too old for that sort of thing, if I was right in my assumption that he meant masturbating. But, I remember him never shying away of showing mom his affection, by fondling her, in front of me. She had always shooed him, telling him that I was present. I felt so bad for dad, and for me too for that matter! I had cut my nose off in spite of my face, coming back to live in the middle of Kansas where the chance of finding another man was as impossible now as it was 18 years ago. But, a woman with two children didn't have much of a choice. Thank heaven! I still had a dildo, my fingers and a bedroom I didn't have to share with the boys. I wondered where dad took care of his needs. It had to be the barn. Why I was curious, I don't know! I told mom I was going to take a walk and now I found myself sneaking around the barn. Peeking through a window, I saw dad working on a motor. I didn't have a timeframe. I felt foolish. After maybe a half an hour, I saw dad walk to the door, taking a long hard look at the house. Walking over to a corner of the garage, I saw him uncover a rather large TV, turn it on, insert a DVD and sit down on a high, stool type chair with armrests. Inwardly I smiled, as I saw the screen light up and within minutes there was a couple undressing each other. Intent on watching the action on the screen, it was some minutes before I became aware of my dad, his motion, without doubt, indicating he was stroking his cock. Unashamedly, I pondered what my father's cock must look like. I was getting quite heated and in the process of pushing my hand down my pants my other hand slipped on the seal of the window and I bumped hard against the side of the barn. I peeked carefully through the window and did not see my father. Instinctively, I took off through the corn, running far enough in to conceal my presence. I then proceeded to make a wide circle back to the house. Getting lost, I ended up exiting the corn on the road a little south of the house. Shook up, frightened but safe! Thomas I had just gotten a good hard-on. The noise scared me to death, thinking Amy had caught me again, are worse yet, Ella. Exiting the barn door, I saw nothing amiss, but I circled the barn trying to find out where, who or what had made the noise. I passed the window and came up short. Backing up, I saw footprints under the window. It could not have been my wife, as she would not have been secretive. The boys were in school so that left only one person, and that was Ella. The thought that Ella had spied on me was surprising. That is, until I rethought our earlier conversation. She was a smart gal I had to admit, and she had been lucky, time-wise. I still pondered why she would want to spy on her dad jerking off. That evening at supper I had to struggle to act normal. I noticed that Ella too was acting a little different. "I was hoping you would come down to the barn today and give me a bit of help, but I suppose mom kept you busy?" I asked. "She kept me going!" Ella replied. "This afternoon you are gone so long I thought you had stopped at the barn to help your father?" Amy chirped. "No! I walked down the road about 2 miles." Ella replied, quite obviously nervous. "The corn is so pretty and tall. It was a good walk!" Ella Damn mom! Now, dad would have to be an idiot not to know that it was I behind the barn! How could she! In the end, I had to admit there was nothing to be mad at mom about. It was all on me! I noticed dad eyeing me as the three of us watched TV that night, or, was it I, eyeing dad. At one point, our eyes met and I saw him nod towards the kitchen. When he stood, I made a comment about getting more Coke and followed him into the kitchen. "You don't have anything to be ashamed or upset about." He said to me in a low volume and loving tone, taking for granted I knew exactly what he was talking about. It occurred to me to deny his meaning, but I dismissed it instantly. "I apologize, dad." I said. "It was very bad and insensitive of me!" "What is your dad scolding you for?" Mom chirped, causing both dad and me to jump slightly. "Oh! I just shouted at the kids or something foolish." I offered, seeing dad smile at me. Mom grabbed some coffee and returned to the living room. He turned to watch her go and when she was totally out of earshot his next comment caught me totally off guard. "If you desire, I could make the viewing a little bit better." He whispered, leaning over close to my ear. "And maybe, if you're feeling charitable, you could return the favor." Dad left me standing there with my mouth open, my eyebrows lifted, and speechless. I returned to the living room and sat staring at the TV. I did not know whether to be offended, and I certainly didn't know what I was going to do about his suggestions. Damn him! It was his turn for my wrath! But again, I got over it quickly and blamed myself. Thomas As I lay in bed that night, I was amazed that I could be so brazen as to say something like that to my daughter. I had greatly shocked her, but she had it coming, I figured. Had she not spied on me? She took after me in a lot of ways and now I've discovered that our sexual genes are akin also. After our revealing discussion, if I had known how to do it, I probably would have spied on her masturbating too. But now, with my remarks in the kitchen, I had opened the door to possibilities that were unthinkable a week ago. It was a door that she was going to have to walk through. I wasn't going to open it any wider and I wasn't going to be dismayed you she slammed it shut on me. Ella Dad has asked for my help down at the barn today. I sat at the kitchen table for more than an hour pushing the fork through my food, pondering whether I should go, or not. By not going, I could answer his question he had posed last night. I pondered still as I helped mom around the house until a little after noon. She informed me she was going to take a nap. I stood at the back door looking at the barn for long minutes, and then, I pushed the door open, shutting it quietly, and looked over my shoulder many times as I made the hundred yard walk to the barn. For reasons unknown, I knocked loudly on the big barn door, before entering. "Hey dad!" I said in greeting. "I'm sorry it took so long but mom needed my help. She's taking a nap now. She seems to sleep two or three hours every afternoon!" "Well, your mom needs her beauty sleep!" Dad said sarcastically. "That's not fair dad!" I challenged. "I don't think mom is well you should ease up on that kind of talk." "You're right, honey. I'll try to remember that." He apologized. "What do you need my help with today?" I inquired looking around the barn, shying away from the real reason for my present. "I'm pretty much finished up for today." He answered. There was a much too long silence as I stood across the workbench from him as he studied a farming periodical. I was tempted to bid him goodbye and return to the house. I knew sure as hell he was waiting for me to make the first move as he had implied such in the kitchen. Damn him! "I see you keep your TV covered up?" I inquired. "Yeah!, Stupid now since your mom knows what I do out here." He replied. "She caught you! You have got to be kidding me!" I said, shock in my tone. "And you're expecting me....... us.......... to play "show me yours, I'll show you mine"!" "I knew she was coming. She just showed up a little early, is all! " He defended. That little piece of information did not make me feel any better. Still, I decided to continue on. I have a lot of sympathy for dad and love him very much. "We need to have an understanding dad." I told him timidly. "I'm not going to ever let you screw me. It wouldn't be fair to mom. Can you live with that?" "Sure, I think so." He replied, but not with the positive tone I would like to have heard. Dad walked over, looking out of the window, to the TV and pushed a few buttons. I followed and stood by his stool styled chair. He returned to sit down in the chair, placing his feet on the cross rung. I moved in close against the back of the chair, wrapped in my arms around his neck and placed my face next to his, as I often did when I wanted money or such and wanted to appear sweet and innocent. I kissed his cheek. Good old dad must have continued his watching. The screen showed the same couple but the guy was now fucking the gal doggy style. "Look at them go, dad!" I whispered near his ear. "Did you ever fuck mom like that?" Now, you might say that was kind of a crude thing for a daughter to say to her father, disrespectful, even, of her mother, but remember there was going to be more than "show and tell" going on here. Not to mention, we needed to do it as quickly as possible! "Lots of times!" He replied with enthusiasm. "Your mom's got good pussy. That's why it irritates me the way she is." "I don't think she can help it, dad." I said, in a comforting tone. "That's why I decided to help. Watching this is making me wet! Is it making you hard?" I unwrapped my arms from dad's neck and walked over by the TV, looking out of the window for assurance. I kicked my sandals off. I unbuckled my belt, unsnapped and unzipped by jeans, pushing them off by hips. I intentionally turned around and bent over in front of dad to extricate myself from the tight-fitting legs of the jeans. I lifted my eyebrows in surprise and smiled, seeing that dad had quickly released his cock and was pulling on it as he looked at me intensely. The TV on the table had enough room beside it for me to sit. In height, it touched slightly below the back of my knees. I was able, with my knees high, and wide, to give my father an excellent view of my panty-covered crotch. "Look right here." I said, pointing to the wet stain cause by my moist pussy juices. "See how wet it is?" Dad muttered something indistinguishable. His cock was at full erection. He had stopped pulling on it and was now stroking it. My middle and forefinger of my left hand stroked the wet area making my eyes flutter and a soft moan to escape. "Did I ever tell you how lovely you are, Ella?" Dad asked, a lustful tone in his voice. "Many times dad!" I replied. "But I don't think you've ever commented on my legs, my big breast or my ass. I think you liked my ass in those pajamas the other night!" "Your legs are long and absolutely gorgeous." He replied lustfully. "Maybe you will show me your breasts soon. Let me suck on your nipples! Maybe, nibble on that gorgeous ass of yours!" "If I may be so bold," I said alluringly. "That's a nice big cock you got there!" I was beginning to scrub at the moist area on my crotch. My breathing was becoming labored and through my mouth. Dad's eyes were glued to my crotch as he stroked his cock with determination. "You want to see something really pretty?" I queried seductively. "Take a look at this, daddy dear!" With my right hand, I pulled the cloth over to reveal my very pink, thick-lipped pussy. It was listing with lubricant. I heard a muttered acclamation from my father, causing me to smile, knowingly. I stole a quick glance out of the window towards the house. "Damn girl! You've got me excited!" Dad exclaimed. This little game playing was getting me extremely excited too. I had hoped that I could get my father to ejaculate before my orgasm hit, but I was getting close and beginning not to care who came first. But, us gals have our resources and know how to use them! "I bet you'd like to stick that big hard cock of yours into his pink little hole of mine?" I asked, not having to fake the lust in my tone that I was indeed feeling. "Oh! Fuck yes!" "I can't wait to see you shoot your cum!" I encouraged. "Let me see it, daddy!" "Yes! Yes! Yessssssssssssss!!" He bellowed. Now, there was nearly 6 to 7 feet between us. I was not ready for what I saw! Dad's first explosive stream of cum shot out and hit the floor nearly halfway between us. The second stream, seemingly as abundant as the first, hit about a foot short of the first. I was already awe-struck by the amount of cum that had already left his cock, but then, there was a third and fourth stream that hit the floor about 2 foot in front of the chair, what was left still erupting over his hand. It caused me to laugh out loud. "Damn! Dad! I've never seen a man shoot off like that!" I cried gleefully. "Are your balls that big!" Dad was chuckling and still staring at my pussy and I figured I'd better get busy. I began to rotate my fingers vigorously in a circle over my clit, letting my middle finger create pressure on my clit. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. It wandered mostly on the vision of my father's cock with the big domed head that blossomed every time he pulled the skin on his shaft tight. I was trying too hard and it was taking longer than I wanted. Finally! Dad Was A Kansas Farmer Ch. 01 "I'm close, dad!" I exclaimed. "God! I'm so close! I'm cominggggggggggg!! My body shook uncontrollably and I had an extremely strong orgasm. Understandably, I suppose, I was embarrassed when the orgasm slowly faded away. Consciously I released the crotch of my panties to allow them to cover my pussy and shield it from his view. I couldn't believe I had just done what I had done! I was unable to move for a long minute and I just set there looking at my father through half opened eyes. Finally, gathering myself, I took a quick glance out the window and then stood and began to put on my jeans. I was aware of dad standing and sipping his fly. He walked over and retrieved a shop rag to wipe the cum off his hand. I re-shoed myself and stopped by the first splatter of cum on the floor, scrubbing through it with tip of my shoe. "Dad, do you always come like that........ so much and so far!" I asked with astonishment in my tone. "Usually." He replied. "Is it that unusual?" "Dad, I've only been with one man. But, yes, I would say that that is very unusual. But let me add, it is one of the most erotic things I have ever seen. I watched dad as he wiped the rest of the semen off the floor with the rag he had. "Since we are asking questions," he queried. "What the hell happened to all your hair?" "I shaved it off. There's a little bit left!" I defended. "I'll let it grow back if you want?" Instantly, I felt self-conscious that I had asked my father if he wanted me to grow my pubic hair back. In bed later that night, I had a bad case of "what the hell had I done", but with the day light my concerns vanished. It's been a month now and dad and I have had numerous self-satisfying sexual encounters. We have found different places, in the barn and on the farm, to keep things exciting. During week two, dad pleaded with me to remove my panties. I started out determined not to give in, but I eventually gave in to his pleading and lame reasoning. Two day ago, as dad was leaving for the fields, I witnessed dad and mom kissing good-bye. After he departed mom seemed elated. I was softening dad disposition and sexually enjoying doing so. Yesterday, in the middle of the cornfield, dad talked me into removing my bra. I just total nude, bent over fingering myself, displaying my pussy and ass to him while he jerked off. Only three feet from him, his unusual strong ejaculations sent cum onto my left buttock. It took much concentration to bring myself to orgasm, as I was listening out for small aircraft. Damn him! Afterwards, the feeling of elation at the naughtiness and not being caught was intoxicating to us both. It was difficult to say no to dad. I kept telling myself, NO INTERCOURSE! Dad Was A Kansas Farmer Ch. 02 Ella Dad had been pushing himself all week, working from early light to just after sunset. He had done this once before to clear a bit more time for us to play. We had both voiced the opinion that an hour-and-a-half, are less, was just not enough time to really enjoy ourselves. After watching our usual Wednesday night TV shows, I said good night to dad and mom and climbed the stairs to my bedroom. Entering my bedroom, I removed all of my clothing. I moved to the closet and extracted my dildo I hid, in one, of a pair of shoes I rarely wore. I had neglected myself all week. I was horny as hell waiting for dad to tell me what was in the works. My bed sat next to a wall with a window positioned about midway of the bed. I opened the blind, revealing a spotless night sky with a full moon shining into my window. My dad's cock was the only one I had seen in quite some time and it was natural, I suppose, that my mind would wander there. I smiled remembering the arching streams of his cum, the amount of it and his growling moans as he ejaculated. I was amazed that a man his age could still get such a rock-hard erection. But what did I know! I began to caress my ample breasts, thinking about my father talking me into taking my bra off. Funny, when you think about it, it took more begging, pleading and reasoning on his part to convince me to shed my bra than it did my panties. You could see the hunger in his eyes as he studied my ample breasts for the first time. He commented on the size of my nipples and how hard they were. You would think after seeing his daughter's pussy, seeing her breasts would be a non-event, but he seemed to be just as jubilant viewing my breast for the first time as he did my pussy and ass. After fingering my clit for a moment or two, I pushed the purple 8"dildo into my pussy. The dildo had balls attached to it, but usually I was unable to get the entire length into me until I had worked myself up to a "lost in lust" frenzy. My hormones must've been shaken up, as I really didn't desire to reach orgasm without dad being there. Dammit to hell! I was trying to be fateful to my dad. What a dumb ass desire! I lay there for many minutes just stroking the dildo into my pussy, unwilling to put my finger to my clit to get myself off. I drifted off to sleep twice only to awake and find the dildo still inside me. I finally gave up and withdrew it, quickly drifting off to sleep. Thomas I was working myself to death, but it was going to be worth it! I had something special to show my daughter. I had my chores caught up, the fields in good order and I was hoping, as my birthday was Saturday, that I might convince Ella to do something special for me. It was Thursday evening and after taking my shower, getting something to drink from the kitchen, I found the two girls watching TV. I sat in down and waited a few minutes before speaking. "Ann, I thought I would go fishing tomorrow." "I noticed you've been working pretty hard. I think that's a good idea. I know how you like to fish." Amy said. "I thought, if you don't need Ella tomorrow maybe she would like to go with me? We'll be home before the kids get off the bus." "I'm sure she would!" Amy replied. "She's been helping me clean the house, getting ready for your party on Saturday." Ella "Sounds good dad." I said casually. So, now I knew why dad was working so hard. Now! I was tempted to say no, to startle him, giving him a bit of payback for keeping me in the dark. Also, there was the thing about being naked, in a boat, on a wide-open lake. That, I was going to say no to! But I knew, there were lots of secluded, sheltered coves a boater could anchor a boat so it could not be seen from lake view or the air. Another reason I was up to a "day of fishing"! I knew if there was any chance to meet any new available males in our area it would be at the public boat ramp. Everybody in Kansas fished, summer or winter. That evening, I laid out my pretty, mid-night blue, one-piece bathing suit and a white T-shirt to wear over it. The color would go nicely with my light, curly, strawberry blonde hair. Then, as I was beginning to ponder the possibility of awing any man I might cross paths with, instead of pondering a day of sex play with dad, the same guilty feeling of cheating on my husband gripped me again. Damn him! Dad couldn't possibly think I was going to stay around forever! I made a decision to bring up such a subject in the near future. Ella and Dad. Daughter and father pulled out of the driveway, towing a 21' bass-boat behind the pickup truck. The sun was just beginning to filter through the tree line. Thomas had loaded all of the fishing gear that he usually did, as a show of actually going fishing. "I wished you had let me in on your little secret a little sooner." Ella said. "I've been horny all week." "You've been saving up for me!" Thomas said teasingly. "That's sweet, Ella." "As dumb as that might sound, dad!" Yes." Ella replied. "I hope you're going to like what I have to show you today!" He said. "You're not going to tell me what it is?" She queried. "Nope! It's a surprise." They arrived at the boat ramp and Ella was immediately disappointed, seeing only three rigs in the parking lot, all with out-of-state plates. Then, she remembered that it was Friday and that everyone would be working. She helped her father guide the trailer down the boat ramp. They traded places and Ella parked the truck, gathered up her necessities bag and joined her father waiting in the boat, the 150 hp outboard warming up. Thomas had brought along two fishing poles and a small box of tackle just for show. The late July morning was already quite warm and Ella enjoyed what little breeze she got behind the windshield of the bass-boat. Thomas had the power near the max and the boat was making over 50 knots on the smooth water of the lake. They waved at the occupants of a boat as they sped by. Ella glanced at her watch occasionally, wondering where they were going and how long it was going to take. Her last look at the time showed that they had been cruising almost a half an hour, but she was enjoying the beauty of the morning and really didn't care much. It took a little over an hour before Thomas pulled the power back and pointed the boat towards the trees. Thomas had been here before many times and had powered down the boat at the right place to allow it to drift into the tree line. He retrieved a long pole from the floor of the boat and began to push the boat deeper into the trees. Ella stared at the water and the trees, but when her father had poled them about 100 yards she looked up to see a small cabin perched on dry ground. Thomas jumped from the bow, with rope in hand, and tied the boat off to a tree. He helped his daughter climb from the boat. "Good Lord, dad! How in the world did you find this? " She exclaimed. "I built this about three years ago." He replied. "Well, I found three guys who did not mind working in the winter and they helped me. I used a friend's large John-boat to get most of the supplies back here and the rest we hauled in overland. In the winter, you can walk back to that rise and from the top you can see our house. It's dangerous to do in the summer because of the snakes." Ella stood for long moments staring at the cozy looking little cabin. "So you're squatting on public land?" "Your grandfather held title to the land 50 feet back into the water. Then, the Corps of Engineers took it for the public good. No one is ever going to know it's here." "Aren't you afraid that Bigfoot or that swamp creature might come calling?" Ella asked, half seriously. "We ran the last Bigfoot out of this region years ago." Thomas replied. "Besides, I keep a loaded shotgun in the cabin should any hairy beast come calling." He teased back. Ella followed her father as they climbed the three steps onto the porch of the cabin. He unlocked the cabin and they entered. "This is marvelous, dad!" Ella said, noting the built-in single bed, small wood stove, small wooden table, two chairs, sink and storage cabinets and a ladder leading up to a storage area, all in a 12 x 14 area. "We even have a pump with a pipe far enough out into the lake to have good water. Don't think I would drink it though." Ella sat down on the bed, noting the firm mattress and quilt, and thought how smart her father was. She began to appreciate the seclusion, safety and the time they had to spend in this marvelous place. Thomas made a few trips back to the boat and they were settled in. He opened the one window in the back of the cabin to let out the stuffiness. Thomas I saw that Ella was tickled to death with the cabin. We had an easy five hours before we had to start back to the boat ramp. She began to look at me with a slight smile on her face, rocking her feet back and forth. I took it as the opportunity to tell her what I had in mind. "You said you've been horny for quite a while?" I queried. "You want to relax for a while or undress and have some fun?" She answered by standing, removing her T-shirt, dropping the straps off of her swimsuit, unzipping it in the back and pushing it down off of her. I beamed a smile at her, amazed at how swiftly she had stripped. I began to undress. Ella I saw my father undressing and it occurred to me that I had never actually seen more than his cock sticking out of his jeans. I sat back down and watched him. He soon stood naked as a jaybird for my appraisal. Dad was a handsome man, and I told him so, as I now saw his flat belly and muscular body. His cock stood at the ready but was not yet as hard as I had seen it. He would soon be taking care of that! "I have something to ask you, Ella." Dad began, with some hesitancy in his voice. "Will you get me off today?" I heard his words but it took a moment for them to sink in. I jumped up off the bed! "No, dad!!" That is not going to happen!" I exclaimed, not the least bit concerned with a squirrel might hear me. "Dammit! You always do this! You keep pushing and pushing and pushing. I showed you my pussy the first time, right out of the box! But no, you had to have my panties off and then my bra. Now, you're asking me to jerk you off! What the hell?" "I was just thinking, since it is my birthday tomorrow, that you would do something special for me?" I sat back down on the bed feeling defeated. He always said things that made me give in, to do what I didn't want to do. Damn him! Anyway, it wasn't like I was going to do something I wouldn't like. "What the hell!" I said. "Go wash it, dad." I rose off the bed, gathered up the heavy quilt, folded it a couple of times and placed it on the floor. Before he began washing, I saw dad reach for a clock and set the alarm. Good idea I thought. I dropped to my knees and stared at the wall until he finished washing his cock and returned to stand in front of me. His shaft was big veined and curved upwards slightly. It's domed head slightly darker. I began toying and fondle it with the fingers of my left hand as dad looked down at me. He reached to stroke my nipple with his finger. "Don't!" I commanded. I gripped it hard! Loosing up a bit, I began to stroke it. Dad's cock was soon rigid and I began to tighten the foreskin as I pumped backwards. The domed head of this cock blossomed, widening the pee hole, and I looked at the hole as it began to ooze a little bit. With my thumb, I spread the slick moisture over the head. "That's good, sugar." Dad whispered. I was never going to admit it, but I was enjoying pumping dad's cock. Hell, I really enjoyed pumping any cock. In my past life, on occasion, I had succumbed to the desire to suck a cock, and I was pondering should I give dad a real treat. Pondering this, my right hand drifted to my mound, my middle finger probing between my labia. I needed to get the blood boiling before I made such a decision. "Oh fuck, girl!" Dad exclaimed lustfully, as my mouth closed lightly over the domed head of this cock. I didn't suck on it, but let it slide in and out of my mouth loosely. He placed his hands on my head. "Put your god damn hands down! Straight down like a statue." I commanded. "You touch me again and I'll stop!" To show him I was serious, there were a few minutes before I took the domed head back into my mouth. Truth be known, I couldn't help myself. My right hand left my pussy and I cupped his balls, squeezing them tenderly. Dad's soft moans were pretty much continuous now. I removed my hands, placing them on the back of his thighs, and began to consume his length into my mouth. I gagged a little at first as I always did, but soon I was taking all of his length and placed suction on it as I pulled from it. Dad's ass began to thrust slightly. I looked up at the dad while sucking his cock. He was staring down at me with a blank look and half closed eyes. My right hand went back to my pussy and I began to pump dad's cock once more, with determination and more suction on his shaft. His moans and body language told me he was close and I took my mouth off of this cock, stroking it fast, gripping it tightly. "AAGGgggggggg! AAggggggggggggg!" He growled. The first eruption of cum blasted onto my forehead, stringing down onto my nose, over my mouth, onto my chin. The second eruption hit the middle of my chest slightly above my breast, stringing down about 5 inches. The other two hitting below my belly button, one actually stringing down my mound. "Oh my! Oh my! Look at that!" I joyfully extolled, the whole time dad was ejaculating all over me." I love it! As dad stood shaking, I couldn't help but wonder what that huge amount cum erupting with such force must feel like going into a woman's belly. As he took a few unsteady steps backward, I stood and I moved to the sink to clean up. Secretly, I slipped my forefinger through the splat of cum on my cheek and tasted it. After cleaning up, I placed the quilt back on the bed and sat down studying dad. "That was a hell of a birthday present, Ella." Dad said. "How about I give you a back rub to show my appreciation." I reclined back on the bed and rolled to my chest, indicating my approval. Dad began to rub my neck and shoulders working down my back. He returned to my arms, working his way down again. "May I touch your ass?" He queried, with hope in his tone. "Just watch yourself." I answered. He began to squeeze my buttocks, in a noble effort, working his way down the back of my thighs, my calves and then my feet. I purred like a kitten in appreciation. "Ella, it would give me so much pleasure if you would let me nibble on your ass just a moment." I did not answer, but after a long moment, I felt his lips on my ass and his teeth nibbling lightly. "That's enough!" I commanded, as his tongue slid up the crack of my ass. I flopped over and motioned for him to continue the massage. He began rubbing my shoulders, staying well clear of my breast, making his way down to my hips, legs, knees and feet. After a minute or two of the foot massage; "I suppose, since tomorrow is your birthday, if you would like, you can suck each one of my nipples for a whole minute." I offered. I closed by eyes, felt his lips suckling and I began counting slowly, very slowly. "The other one." I shooed him away and pointed towards the end of the bed. I propped the pillow up against the railed headboard, positioning myself with my knees high, feet flat on the bed and spread my legs, exposing my pussy for all the world to see. My forefinger and middle finger of my left hand began to stroke and explore my pussy. With my right hand, for the benefit of my father, I pulled at my pussy lips. I did not shoo him away, when dad moved to the side of the bed and sat down. I watched him with much interest, seeing the desire and intense curiosity in his eyes. "That's the prettiest thing I have ever seen in the world." He said just above a whisper, amazement in his tone. "You're beginning to get a little hair." "Is it prettier and mom's?" I hated myself the instant I uttered the words. "It's much prettier!" He answered. I did not shoo his hand when his finger brushed over my mound. "Ella, let me do that for you. Please, let dad do that for you." He pleaded. I knew, again, I was letting him talk me into going a bit further. I withdrew my own hand and smiled at him. His upturned finger took my breath away when he flicked my clit ever so tenderly. Again, again and again, the tip of his finger lightly stroked my clit with a feather light touch. I closed my eyes feeling my body flush. The minutes ticked by and my body was beginning to tremble a bit. "NO! DAMMIT!" I shouted, as my eyes popped open and my legs slammed shut, feeling his finger leave my clit and poke the entrance to my pussy. It was all I said. I relaxed again and closed my eyes, spreading my knees once more. His finger returned to my clit. As the long minutes pasted, I let myself drift into sexual bliss, the coziness of the warm cabin, sexual intimacy, incest that it was, with my father and the knowledge that we were safe and secure from discovery in the deep woods. With such a feather light touch, the orgasm rose slowly, taking hold of me slowly, causing my body to shake uncontrollably when it finally took hold. "MMMMMMMMMMM! MMMMMMM! MMMmmmmmmm!" I moaned, not warning or needing to be very vocal. "That was very, very good, dad!" I told him, when the orgasm had faded away, giving him a big smile. "Come up here and cuddle with me a while. I had not intended to drift off to sleep, but I did. The alarm clock woke me up and I saw dad dressed and preparing things to leave. Had he slept? I found it odd that he would leave me lying nude. Had he found it erotic, stopping to study me whenever he desired. I was feeling groggy as I dressed. I noticed familiar stains on the floor. I followed them, seeing there was a string of strain on the 1x6 bottom bed rail. I was sure they had not been there before, which left only one reason for the strains. Dad had please himself, using my sleeping nude body for stimulus. What the hell! It made be smile. The grogginess did not leave me until I asked my father to stop about halfway to the boat ramp and let me swim for a while. The water was cool and refreshing. It was a marvelous day. I loved my daddy and found him sexy. I had kept my "no intercourse" pledge to myself! Dad Was A Kansas Farmer Ch. 03 Ella During the months of August and September things began to pick up considerably around the farm. The usual groups of immigrant farm workers began to filter into the area. All of the farms in the area were beehives of activity harvesting the various crops. Dad worked from sunup to sundown and I did what little I could in the fields to help, plus helping my mother around the house. I even put the two boys to work whenever it was possible. Dad and I managed to eke out a meager amount of sex play. The first Sunday in October found us attending a church picnic. It was a beautiful, sunny clear day but there was a nip in the air that required sweaters or a light coat. Life on the farm was beginning to wind down. Returning home, dad and mom went to their rooms as usual for a Sunday nap before supper. At the north end of the long hall upstairs, I convinced the boys that they too should take a nap. I headed downstairs to the kitchen to take out meat from the freezer for Sunday dinner. Climbing the stairs once more to take my nap, I peeked in on the boys and they were sound asleep. My bedroom was next to the bathroom just across from the stairs. Dad and mom's bedroom was at the south end. Reaching my bedroom door, I stopped to listened. I heard a strange sound emanating near my parents room or from their room. I patted barefoot down the hall, nearing their door, stopping to listen once more. The sound that I heard could only be bedsprings. Dad and mom were fucking. I was mesmerized by the sound and the thought of my parents having sex and then I felt anger swell from deep within me. Dad had told me it was more than a year since he and my mother and had sex! I stood there for many minutes until I heard my mother moan in a manner that could only be a woman in orgasm. The sound of the bedsprings increased in rhythm and could only mean that my dad was working his way to orgasm. I tiptoed away from the door and entered my bedroom. I was not interested in a nap anymore. Ann The new medicines the doctor had prescribed were making me feel much better. I had even bit the bullet and mentioned to him that my sex drive was down a bit. He had a prescription for that too. The picnic, the beautiful day and the fun we had the picnic just put me in the mood, I suppose. I asked Thomas if we could snuggle a little bit. Snuggling, always led to us having sex. I had forgotten what a good cock Thomas had! Ella As I mentioned earlier, things seemed to be a little better between mom and dad, after dad and I started our little sexual escapades. I would see them hugging often and even kissing occasionally. But, dad never mentioned anything about them having sex, when I would ask about their warmer behavior towards each other. Life on the farm had not slowed down enough for dad and me to get a regular schedule going again. Didn't look like he needed a schedule! Damn him! Monday morning, seeing the boys getting onto the bus, I noticed dad heading for the barn. I promptly followed him. "How are you and mom getting along?" I asked, after greeting him with a kiss on the cheek. "Fine I guess!" He replied. "She seems to be feeling a little bit better." "From what I heard yesterday afternoon," I said sharply. "She must be feeling a whole lot better. Who's bed were y'all in, yours are hers? I saw his "deer in the headlights" expression. My volume increased a notch or two! "You didn't think it was important to tell me mom was fucking you again!" I ranted. "Calm down, Ella!" It's just as much a surprise to me as it is to you." He replied. "I sure as hell wasn't going to turn down pussy. She is my wife! And, you sure as hell are not giving me any!" Sure, all his words made sense, but the feeling of being cheated on had a strong hold on me. I tried to slap him but he leaned out of the way. All I could do was get in the last word and stomp out of the barn. "You incestuous bastard! You're never going to fuck me! Thomas A man gets a little pussy and all hell breaks loose. I want to fuck her so bad I can taste it. Taste it! I've been afraid to even suggest that. How in hell can she be jealous of me fucking her mother, my wife! I just don't understand women. Ella For near three weeks, I avoided dad like the plague, making sure we were never alone together. His asked for help in the barn fell on deaf ears. My solitary masturbation did little to satisfy me. Then, I arrived home, after making the long drive to buy groceries, to found an ambulance in the driveway. Mom was being taken to the hospital. I left a note for the boys and jumped in the truck with dad to follow the ambulance to the hospital. We rode in silence for a long time. "Dad, I apologize for flying off the handle." I said breaking the silent. "It was stupid of me to be jealous of mom. I guess, it was just that you and I were spending so little time together." "Ella, it was the first time in however long." He explained. "I don't think it's ever going to happen again." I suppose, dad realized the implication of his last words and began to cry. "Mom is going to be all right!" I comforted, near tears myself. "She'll be back home before you know it." The doctor told us that mom would be in the hospital for at least a week, while they ran test. The doctor figured all of the medicines she was taking had to be sorted out and reformulated. Dad and I made our way back home. I made supper, let the kids stay up a little bit later than usual and then put them to bed. I showered and was standing at the mirror, over the two sinks, putting moisture cream on my breasts when there was a knock on the door and the door cracked a bit. "I have to pee." I heard my father whisper. "Come on in." I replied, paying little attention to my nudity as he had seen it all before. I noticed that he took it all in, meaning me, as he passed by to get to the toilet. He wore only briefs. It had been a long, difficult day and I hesitated, but I thought I might comfort dad and take his mind off of mom. In a good way, of course! "Would you like to help me with this." I offered, as he started by me to leave. "Run your hands under the warm water first." I put some clean on both of dad's hands and he stood behind me began to rub the cream over my breasts. "You could put some on the nipples. It's good for them too!" I instructed. "That feels real good, dad. It's been a while since I've felt your hands on me. I love your hands." In short order, I felt dad's bulging crotch against my butt. "You think we should go to my bedroom in case one of the boys wakes up?" I suggested, as the cream had ceased to exist. We entered by bedroom and I turned the ever-present, antiquated skeleton key to lock the door. He was standing in the middle of the room and I passed him to enter and stretch out on my bed. Thomas Things turned out as I had hoped. It would do us both good to get the pent up sexual desire, and the anxiety over Amy, out of our systems. I removed my briefs as I was thinking of my earlier thoughts of "tasting it". Her bed was more modern with no foot-board and I kneed onto the bed thinking, "fresh out of the shower, don't ask for permission, just go for it". I pushed her legs apart, scooped them up and put my face to her pussy. Ella I actually thought dad was going to try and fuck me right off the bat. No foreplay, just right to it. I didn't even have time to make a decision as to whether I would let him or not. My mind had been in turmoil the last couple weeks on that point. Three weeks earlier, I would have fought him every inch of the way for what he was doing this second. I probably would have gave in grudgingly, hating myself, and him. "That's good, dad!" I whispered, feeling his tongue exploring my pussy. "I'm going to suck your cock like you've never had it sucked it for!" I felt like I was on fire! Dad had his hands under my ass, his tongue on my pussy, what more could a woman want. I found out as dad lifted my ass and stuck his tongue into my pussy. Rather then revolt, as I would have done in the past, I thrust my ass into his face to get his tongue deeper into me. I had never been tongue fucked before and I couldn't get enough of it. "You sweet, sweet man!" I moaned deliriously. "Don't stop! But he did stop........ tongue fucking me...........only to place his middle finger to my hole. He hesitated. "Do it!" I demanded. My defenses crumbled as dad pushed his finger into me and began slowly to finger fuck me. I was losing all sense of reality and modesty. "Dad, turn around!" I instructed in a low whisper, maneuvering to put us in a 69 position. I didn't know if dad was acquainted with such a position, but he did what came natural, I suppose, as he quickly continued eating my pussy and fingering me. He was positioned on his right side, me on my left with my back nearly against the wall and window. My mouth latched onto his cock and began to suck as if I wanted to devour it. My hands were gripping his buttocks. I was not intending to release him when he came. We sexually feasted one another for a long time, but all wonderful things must come to an end. When dad started fucking me with both his forefinger and middle finger, it was the beginning of the end. His tongue on my clit, two fingers pumping into me, I don't know how he was doing it all, but he was. When the orgasm gripped me, I wanted to cry out like a wounded animal. I moaned as best I could and my ass gyrated as it tried to beat my father's face. Then, I was free to concentrate on the job at hand. It took less than two minutes and dad did moan like a wounded animal. The first intense squirt of his come gagged me. I had no other choice but to remove my mouth and quickly grab his cock and continue squeezing and pumping. The seamen shot all over my face. You would think that all the energy we expended would deplete us. Dad continued nibbling at my pussy and I was soon aroused and moaning once more. I did learn something about the 59-year-old man. Dad was only good for one good orgasm. Not that his only orgasm wasn't the "top of the mountain" of orgasms! I sucked on a lengthy but limp cock as dad ate my pussy, bringing me to orgasm once more. "That's enough, dad." I whispered, as he still continued to nibble and lick at my pussy. "I'm worn out!" My mind was clear again and I had kept my pledge of "no intercourse" by the skin of my teeth. By the skin of my teeth, frightened me to make a visit to the doctor for a prescription for a "day after" pill. That, plus a can of spermicidal foam made me feel a little more secure. Dr. Jones knew every farmer, and their families within 50 miles and I felt compelled to tell him I was seeing someone and was taking precautions in case it became serious. As the doctor had advised, mom was home in a week. The weeks passed and winter was starting to take a grip. We got our first light snow the first week of November. Dad and I finally fell into a regular schedule. It was too cold in the barn for my usual disrobement. We were relegated to a small bathroom in the corner of the barn, with a window facing the house for security. We would heat the tiny room up with an electric heater prior to our meeting. I would jerk off dad, me refusing to get cum all over me from sucking him, and he would finger or eat my pussy. It was not comfortable, convenient or spontaneous, but it was all we had. I was lying in bed one morning, near 2 AM, unable to sleep and watching a crescent moon disappeared behind the tree line. I heard by door open and the figure of my father's slip in, turning the skeleton key and approach the bed. "Dad! What the hell!" I challenged. "What are you doing here?" "I couldn't sleep, baby." He offered. "I thought we could talk a minute?" Wide-eyed, mouth open in disbelief, I allowed my father to lift the covers, displacing me, as he took a position lying beside me with his back against the wall and window. "No!" I seethed, controlling the volume and pointed towards the door in a determined manner. "Can I at least have a hug!" "A quick hug and that's all!" I said, rolling towards him, embracing him. Now, I'd been sleeping nude for a long time. And when my father slipped his right knee between my legs I did not react quick enough to prevent it. He lifted his thigh to come in contact with my pussy. He began to pressure my crotch. I melted like butter! "Dammit, dad!" I moaned more than said. "What if we get caught!" Slowly, I began to hump my dad's leg. He did nothing more than hold me tight. Thomas I smiled at how easy Ella had given up. Her arousal threshold was low indeed. I guess, I can only blame my genes for her sexual appetite. I remember when Amy was more than willing to spread her legs for me. Before Ella came along and after she left home, Amy was much more sexually accommodated. Lying here holding Ella, putting slight pressure against her pussy as she pulsed against me, I was intoxicated by her, under the blanket warmness, her softness and her soft moans as she snuggled her face against my chest. I let her have her reign, setting her own rhythm. I felt Ella's body still momentarily as the orgasm gripped her. She pushed her face hard into my chest, squelching her moan as her body shook uncontrollably. Ella I felt like I was in a cocoon. It was warm, my daddy smelled good and I was seeking the feeling that I loved the most, the feeling of orgasm. It gripped me hard and it left me depleted, but I had things to do! I groped to release my father's erection, gripping it in my hand with the domed head pointed towards my wrist. I placed it on my thigh and pushed my thigh between my father's legs. Quite naturally, he began to hump my leg much the same as I did his. I reached to grip his buttock to pull him close. His labored breathing was close to my ear. As dad ejaculated, his hot breath was cascading down my neck. As usual, two strong eruptions soiled my thigh and mound, now, with a considerable amount of new growth. The two less eruptive spurts covered my wrist. I cared little for the inconvenience of having to get up afterwards and wash. We lay there for long minutes, my hand gripping his limp cock, his right hand rubbing cum over my thigh and mound. "Time to go! I have to go wash." I instructed. "Maybe now, we can both sleep." Thanksgiving day was a joy of great feast and family time. After dinner, the boys went out to play. Mom, dad and I watched TV and napped. Later that evening, mom made a few dinners that dad and I delivered to the local retirement home to folk we knew. On the way home, we stopped at one of our "back in the woods" tracks for a bit of playtime. A deer looked into the truck as dad was eating my pussy, causing me to scream. Christmas was another grand day, of Christian reflection, believe that or not, cooking, eating and opening of presence. Santa was entirely too good to the boys. The first week in January I found mom on the kitchen floor. Mom was conscious, but just barely. Me in the boys watched for the ambulance as dad sat on the floor next to mom talking and making her as comfortable as possible. She passed away on the way to the hospital. We knew this, as the ambulance driver had shut off his emergency lights halfway to the hospital. Both dad and I began to cry uncontrollably. He almost had to stop. Dad hollered unmercifully at the two paramedics, their only excuse being "we weren't thinking". We were up to our ass in snow during the wake and funeral. I spent a lot of time consoling the boys, while trying to console dad. I gave out a lot of thanks and phrases to the ladies in our area for their help in cooking, serving and cleaning up. I put the boys to bed early and dad and I sat in the kitchen. He talked for a long time about life with mom, their years before I was born and after I had left home. He patted my hand many times and told me how happy he was to have me at home. Those comments opened up a lot of paths for pondering. Mom's funeral was on a Thursday. Saturday I dropped the kids off at a friend's house about 7 miles away for the weekend. Saturday evening I made dad and I dinner and again dad spent a lot of time talking about mom. I retired around 11 o'clock, hearing dad preparing to bed shortly after. I couldn't sleep, spending a good amount of time crying. Finally, around 1 AM I just couldn't take being by myself anymore. Without giving a thought to my nakedness, I walked down the long hall to dad's room. I turned the knob and opened the door slightly. "Dad, are you sleeping?" I whispered. "No, Ella." He replied. "Come in." "I'm feeling so sad. I don't want to be alone. Can we snuggle a while?" I queried, moving towards the bed. His answer was to lift up the covers on his left and I slipped into the bed, cuddling up close to him, my head resting on his outstretched arm. He was laying on his back and I on my right side. We both drifted off to sleep. I woke up feeling a hand, my dad's hand, caressing my ass. The bedroom was brightly lighted with an orange glow behind the tree line. I rolled to my back. Dad instantly maneuvered atop me. I allowed him to slid between my legs, spreading and lifting them to accept him. It felt like the natural thing to do. I reached to get hold of this cock and placed it where it needed to be. He pushed into me and I pushed back. With coupling, I pulled my legs back as far as I could, my torso being cradled in his arms. I can't really say there was a feeling of pleasure as dad pushed into me. I just knew I had to let him do it. I suppose, I was not fully awake yet. He pumped into me for long, long minutes, and then began crying, slowing to a stop. "It's all right dad." I comforted, beginning to cry a little myself, not knowing why. "It's going to be okay. I'm here for you. I'm not going anywhere." "I'm so fortunate to have you here, Ella." He sobbed. "I love you, you know?" "I know, dad! I know." I assured him. After a few moments, his crying ceased and he began to stroke inside me again. "You like my pussy, don't you? I can tell." I whispered. "Your cock is like a hot, steel rod pumping inside of me." I began to feel warmth in my crotch. I was determined to make our first real intercourse something to remember. For me, it wasn't really going to be that difficult. "When my pussy gets finished with you, you are never going to want me to suck your cock again." I cooed. "You're going to want to stick your cock in my pussy everyday. I'm going to want it everyday." My words were beginning to take affect and dad's rhythm was increasing, as was his breathing. My words were beginning to get me a bit flushed too. I was no longer breathing through my nose and it was becoming a quick. Dad raised himself above me, supporting himself on his outstretched arms. I raised my head to view our coupling, which only added to my arousal. "Look dad! Isn't it wonderful! It is wonderful!" I exclaimed lustfully. "We're fucking, dad!" Dad abruptly pulled out of me and flopped to his back drawing me atop him. I scrambled to straddle him, groping for his cock to put it back in me. I completed the task, slowing only as I let myself down on his shaft. My torso upright, my hands on my thighs, I began to rotate my hips on dad's cock, keeping it embedded deep in my pussy. Thomas On waking, it took me a moment to remember when Ella had joined me. I lifted the covers and gazed on her nude form. Lying on her left side sleeping, her only womanly attribute facing me was her ass. And Ella had a gorgeous ass! I scooted closer to her and began to caress that gorgeous ass. My hopeful intention was for her to awake and I would beg her to lift her leg for me to enter her. It did not work out that way but she did allow me to enter her. Dad Was A Kansas Farmer Ch. 03 There were a lot of emotions flowing through me, causing me to break down crying. My wife was gone, I was getting older, the work was getting harder for me and everyday there was so many things to get done. The only bright light in the whole world was under me and I felt very fortunate for that. Ella wanted me to look at our coupling and I did. It was indeed wonderful. With her on top now, I could view our coupling so much better and I marveled as my cock disappeared into her. Her bush was getting lush! There was little doubt that my daughter was enjoying her dad's cock. She knew what she was doing, I suppose, she had done it many times in the past. Her lustful facial expressions and moans indicated her pleasure with the position. Ella I wanted to come! I wanted to orgasm so bad! But like I had said I wanted to make our first time special. I lifted off dad and maneuvered around, positioning myself on my knees presenting my ass to dad who was quickly scrambling up behind me. I doubted mom ever offered dad such provocative sex. He might have asked for such and she relented, but I'm positive she never offered it to him like I was doing. Dad pushed his cock into my pussy a bit rough, but it felt good! "FUCK!" I exclaimed loudly. "That's good! Don't hold back, dad! Give it to me good!" Thomas I couldn't believe eyes, looking at Ella on her knees, her ass and pussy wagging seductively, she, smiling back to me I would've been happy to stay put and look at her thick-lipped pussy all day, but it was calling. I muttered an apology for my roughness, but all I heard her say was that it was good and to give her a good fucking. She did have to worry about that. I grabbed hold of her hips and went to town on that pretty ass of hers. Her continuous moans and yelps, when I stuck her deep, only spurred me on. Her head was shaking like a lioness, when her face was not buried into the bed. I was going to fill her belly real good! "Hell! Let me come, girl!" I cried, when she pulled her ass off my cock. Ella "That's not how it works, sugar!" I said to him, asserting my feminine rule over the male. I was on my back, my head now towards the foot of the bed. My legs spread wide, I was showing dad the treasure he desired so badly. "Show little Ella how much you love her pussy and you can fuck my ass off after you make me come." Thomas I had no problem playing her little game. I wanted to get a good look at her pussy anyway. And, that's exactly what I did! "You're embarrassing me!" She chirped. "You'd better get over that, sugar." I teased. "I'm going to want to look at this pussy all the time." Ella Damn, dad sure did know how to eat pussy. My husband had never stuck his tongue in me. Dad, lifting my ass off the bed and shoving his tongue into my pussy took my mind to a lustful, incestuous high that was mind blowing. His tongue could get me to the edge and hold me there for what seemed like eternity. He was doing it now, and I wanted to tear his fucking head off. "Put your tongue on my clit, dad!" I pleaded. "You're driving me fuckin' crazy. "Make me come, dad!" I whispered seductively, changing my plea to stroking his ego and desire. "And, and you can stick that big, hard cock of yours back into my pussy. I know you want to fill my belly with your cum, making it yours." "YES! YES! Just like that!" I cried, as dad's tongue finally touched my clit. Thomas Ella's emotions were in turmoil and I was not about to give her any relief. Even when I put my tongue to her clit, I touched it so lightly that her ass began to thrust trying to get my tongue to apply more pressure on her clit. "Damn you!" She exclaimed. "If you don't let me come, you won't be fucking it daughter's pussy anymore this day." STOP TEASING ME, DAMMIT!" Ella slapped my back and pulled at my head. Finally I relented. "OOOOOHHHHHHhhhhhhh! YYEESSSssssssss!" The orgasm seized her. Ella "Come up, dad!" Dad was between my legs and I fumbled with this cock, placed it where it needed to be, and he forcefully shoved it into me. I placed my heels behind his knees and thrust my hips in rhythm with dad's mindless stroking into me. I wrapped my arms around him pulling him against my tits, ignoring the weight. There was no need for any more sexual banter. I was still breathing through my mouth and listening to my father's lustful breathing. I hoped was hearing my. I was nearing exhaustion but refused to lie there passively. I just continued to thrust against him, sending him deep into me. I could feel the moisture on his body, undoubtedly mingling with my own. "Baby, I'M COMMING! I'M CCCOOOMMMIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG!" As I knew I would, I felt his cock jerk twice, really hard! I could only imagine the seamen slamming against my womb, pooling inside me. I was going to be doing what mom undoubtedly did many times, sitting on the toilet for a longer than usual time, letting his cum drain from her. Or, did she make it that far. We lay there, dad atop me, but many long minutes. He finally lifted himself off of me, kissed me on the forehead then wandered off to the bedroom. When I finally moved, I reached for a tissue, getting two and holding them to my pussy for long moments. They were quite soiled when I removed them but I was able to get to the bathroom without dad's cum running down my thigh. I joined dad in the shower and we scrubbed each other, dad playing with my tits and ass and babbling about how much she adored me. I cooked us breakfast, with dad kissing me on the neck and patting my ass as he helped me set the table and make coffee " "Dad, I love the attention but I'm not mom and you can't make a habit of touching me every time you pass. Do you understand?" "Yes, Ella! I understand completely." He admitted. "I'm just overwhelmed at the moment." Dad headed for the barn, with the understanding that soon I would be going to pick the boys up. On the drive to get the boys, I pondered the difficulties that dad and I would face, keeping our incestuous affair secret. With mom's death, I had made the decision not to leave the farm. There was no reason to! We made good money, the boys loved being on the farm and soon they would be old enough to start taking over for dad. It would make dad proud and it had been his dream. And most importantly, and it was going to be difficult, I was going to get and give the sex that dad and I so desperately desired. The End