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Daughter's Depression

By: Momstheboss



I am a married 38-year-old mother of two-year-old twins. I love my husband and my life and I could not point to anything specific for my fall into the depression that I have been experiencing the last three or four months. That depression, and discovering the cause, led me do something a couple of days ago that is very, very, very wrong.

On said day, I needed to print out a map for a trip my husband, David, and I have planned. My parents live across the street and my father, who is retired, is always home, while my mother is still working. I checked on the boys sleeping, and with the video room-monitor and keys in my hand, I headed across the street. It was expected that everyone would enter by the side door into the day room adjacent to the kitchen.

It had never been my habit of calling before going over and I did not this time. I approached the side door and saw that the blind on the door was two thirds of the way down. It usually meant that my father was taking a nap. I had key in hand to unlock the door, but for some reason, I don't know why, I peeked under the blind and got the surprise of my life.

My father was on his computer, which was in a position for me to see clearly past his shoulder to the screen. He was watching a very explicit XXX-video and he was quite obviously, though I could not see it, stroking his cock. My focus shifted between the action on the screen and my father's arm motion. Instantly, I recognized that my depression was probably because my sex life with David had dropped off considerably since the twins were born. My spirits seemed lifted as I spied for some minutes. I was snapped back to reality when he cut the present video off and scrolled down to select another. I stood upright and knocked on the door.

"Hey dad!" I said, when he finally opened the door. "I need to use your computer and printer. I might need your help."

"Hey back at you, Moose!" He replied.

Now you might think because I had the nickname "Moose" that I might look like one.

Not true! I'm about 5'9", blue eyes, like dad. His hair has been white since he was in his late 30s. I have shoulder length natural blonde hair. My boobs are average but my ass is a bit broad. A bit of the belly, but not overly so. I think my best assets are my ass and legs, which are silky smooth. He gave me the nickname "Moose" because of a stuffed animal he had bought me many years earlier. 

I explained to my father what I needed and he stood by my side as I found the map and printed it. 

My depressive mood returned with a vengeance. I wanted to see more of the videos and I didn't know how to go about doing that. I certainly could not inform my father of my spying. Or could I? I felt the tears begin to swell in my eyes. I began to cry.

"Sugar, what's wrong!" My father questioned tenderly, turning me, taking me into his arms."

"I don't know!" I blurted. "Nothing seems right anymore! I don't know what it is!"

In the warm embrace of my father I soon calmed down and the tears dried up. Something came over me. Bracing myself, I asked the question.

"Dad, are you happy?" I queried, burying my face into his chest.

"Am I happy? Why would you have such a question?" He queried.

"I saw you watching the video." I confessed. "I didn't mean to. It was an accident. And I'm definitely not going to say anything to mom. But don't you do such things when you're not happy?"

"Well! It's my fault for having left the blind partially open. I wondered why you knocked. I guess I just get bored and I like sex. It's really good you're not going to tell your mom though. She would not understand."

"I should not be telling you this, but I like sex too." I stated. "And David is scared to death I am going to get pregnant again. Even using condoms!"

"So you're telling me that you're not getting enough sex? " He asked. "You'll just have to join the club, Moose."

His last comment caused a long silence as I tried to find direction. He found his first.

"So you were watching the video through the window and it turned you on?" He asked. "Would you like to watch more?"

"We could do that?" I queried, sounding girlish. 

"As long as that monitor remains quiet, we can do anything we want, I suppose." Dad replied. "What type of........ action......... do you like?"

"Just plain f..... ahh missionary, I suppose." I replied timidly.

Dad manipulated the mouse, typed in a pass-word and clicked a few web-pages. We were soon looking at a page with video covers. He asked me, as he scrolled down, to tell him when to stop when I found an interesting cover. I pointed when I saw a blonde female and we were soon watching an older man fucking a much younger woman. It would not have been a stretch to say their ages appeared close to ours. I was not surprised, as I am not a complete idiot, that dad had picked the category of such videos. I distinctly remembered seeing the category "daughters". I remembered that it was the type of video he was watching when I had so recently spied through the window.

I watched mesmerized as the movie began innocently enough in a kitchen, only to move to the bedroom where the couple undressed each other and were soon locked into aggressive missionary style fucking. For perhaps 10 to 15 minutes, my surroundings, including dad, did not exist. The couple moved from position to position. I was literally hypnotized by the action on the screen.

I gave a quick glance at dad as he moved behind me and had placed his hands on my hips. I was aware of his erection pressing into my backside. I choose, in a haze but quite consciously, to let him position himself in an obviously incestuous posture. I allowed him to trespass even more;

"This is my favorite shot" He whispered in my ear. "Her legs lifted and spread wide so you can see their sex........... coupled. His cock pumping into her tight pussy."

Now don't get me wrong, I had a notion to bolt, to call a halt to all of the nonsense, but my mind made an instant replay of my father's arm stroking on his cock. I pondered if dad was as well hung as the man on the screen.

I glanced over at the monitor, noting that all was quiet. I could see the boys laying there sleeping in their cribs. 

I definitely heard the woman cry, "Your cock is so big, Father!" and I was sure dad heard it, prompting me to ask; 

"Did I pick a good video?" I asked, with a seductive tone. "Do you like to view older men fucking younger women? Fucking their daughters?" 

His answer was to run his hands up under my cotton shirt and caress my covered breast. I allowed his transgressions as I continue to watch the couple on the screen. Then I got a jolt!

"Dammit, dad!" I chirped. "Shouldn't you put down that damn blind? And chain the door."

I did not take my eyes off the screen as dad left to do as I had asked. We were at the back of the house and I knew that any car, especially mom's, would have to pass the side window. And yes, dammit, I was acknowledging that something more was probably going to happen that we did not want anyone to know or to surprise us.

Dad returned and put his hands back under my shirt, not to caress my covered breast, but to undo the snap on my bra. I suppose, he knew at this point I was not going to protest. 

He returned his hands to my now bare breast, squeezing, caressing and pinching my nipples softly, causing my first moan. Involuntarily, my ass pushed against his erection. Pushed repeatedly. 

With such encouragement, could I really blame him as his right hand left my breast and reached down to go up under my light material cotton, wrap-around skirt.

I didn't stop him as his hand played over my ass. He explored and squeezed both cheeks thoroughly. As his middle finger coursed it way down the crack of my ass and pushed between my thighs, I spread my stance to allow access. A much louder, uncontrolled, moan issued forth.

With my arms folded on the moderately high desk, my eyes glued to the screen, I pushed my ass out prominently, I allowed his fingers to slip beneath the crotch of my underwear and touch my bare, hairy pussy. I stared at the fucking on the screen as my dad's middle finger slipped inside of me. After a moment of probing, he aggressively finger-fucked me. I moaned with the illicitness and pleasure of it all.

The woman on the screen was now sucking the guy's cock. I found it distasteful. Not that I did not do it, but I needed to be boozed up a bit. My mind returned to reality and I was very much aware of my father's middle finger inside my pussy. The moment was gone but I wasn't going to stop him, but the absence of my moans and my head turned staring at the monitor must have alerted him to my presence of mind. His finger slowed, then slipped out of me. He did continue to hold my left breast.

"You don't think bad of me do you, Moose?" He queried, a bit of nervousness in his tone. "I couldn't help myself watching that video and all."

I took the "and all" to mean that I, by not resisting are bolting, encouraged his actions. Again, I could not say that he would be wrong in that assumption.

"I think we both need sex, dad." I replied. "I'd like to go to the bed though. I don't want what we are about to do to feel cheap or dirty."

"I will treat you as the treasure you are, dear lady." He replied, as he reached around me, taking the mouse, shutting down the computer. His left hand withdrew from my breast.

"If we're going to do this," I coached. "I want you to treat me as you do in your fantasies. 

I hoped he understood my meaning, that I was aware of his desire to be intimate with me. I was pondering for how long he had fantasized about it. 

I reached for the room-monitor and moved towards the daybed that was on the far wall of the room. I set the monitor where I could keep an eye on it, cutting up the volume. The space would allow us to view five windows and we would see any approach to the back door, which was somewhat secured, though explaining the chained door would be difficult.

The way I was dressed it took very little time or effort to disrobe. I was standing naked in front of my father in no time at all. He studied me with a wanton look in his eyes as he disrobed. He stood straight and I got my first look at my dad's cock. In my 38 years, I've had five men bed me, dad would be six, and his thick shaft was going to be the biggest I have experienced. I was intrigued. He moved in close to me. We kissed softly, and then, he sucked on my left nipple.

I needed no further arousal but I let him continue a few long moments. I finally broke his suction on my nipple as I sat down on the daybed and maneuvered to the middle of the bed. I lifted my legs, spreading them wide, and held my arms out to my father, welcoming him between them. He kneed himself onto the bed and eased himself between my legs. Another first, I took hold of this cock and was struck by the firmness of it as I guided it to me. My pussy had been well lubricated by his finger and he pushed into me easily.

Dad and me began to fuck aggressively from the very start, continuing for long minutes before daddy slowed a bit. I was impressed with the stamina of my 64-year-old dad, but in truth, I needed a little rest myself. We had gotten the euphoria of first-time sex out of our system.

"I'm a little envious of mom." I said, with labored breathing "you've got a good cock and know how to use it."

"I appreciate the words, Moose." He replied, with the same labored breathing. "All it really takes is a woman who likes and desires a good cock."

"Ahhhhh! Mom can't be that stingy!" I replied.

"Let's just say it's not enough." He offered. "I have to watch videos and jerk off way too much."

"Is that what you were going to do if I had not knocked on the door."

"Yes." He confessed. "It usually comes to that."

"So you're glad the way it turned out?" I stated. 

"Very much so. Are you?" He replied.

"I've come to a realization that who better to fuck you than your father." I offered. "You want me on my knees?"

"Would you!"

I have to admit I wanted to be good to my dad. We were doing a very bad thing, but now that we were into it, I wanted him to enjoy himself. And I was definitely enjoying myself. I loved to be fucked doggy style though I had reservations about the thickness of dad's cock. And like any good woman, I had ulterior motives. In the future, I was going to play him like a fiddle. Not that dad hadn't given me practically everything I ever wanted anyway right down to the home I lived in.

He pulled out of me and I maneuvered to my knees, gathering a few pillows under me. He pushed and I pushed, and he went in without too much sweat on my part.

"Easy dad for a few moments." I cautioned him.

"Your pussy is tight, Moose." He said.

"You're just trying to flatter me." I retorted. "It's that thick cock of yours."

"Since you and your mother agree, I'll just have to take y'all word for it." He teased.

"I'm comfortable now, dad." I informed him.

As he increased rhythm, he was indeed enjoying himself as he popped my ass at a pretty good clip. My moans were genuine and continuous. Again, I was impressed with the stamina of the old guy. After long, long minutes, as I didn't want him to come into me yet, I dropped forward, popping his cock out of me. He voiced his discontent.

I rolled to my back and spread my legs wide.

"Show me how much you like my pussy!" I chirped, with a big smile on my face. "And I don't mean fuck me again either!"

"Moose, your pussy is absolutely gorgeous!" He appraised, sitting back on his knees studying my pussy for a few short moments.

With no hesitation, my father put his face to my pussy and began exploring it with his tongue. I lifted my ass slightly as he pushed his hands up under me, lifting my ass, pushing his tone deep inside my pussy. I went insane as he tongue fucked me and my ass humped his face. My moans were loud and I made no effort to squelch them. I wanted him to know what he was doing to me and how much I was enjoying it. He unfortunately returned to my clit. It did not last nearly long enough and my body soon shuddered as the orgasm gripped me and shook me hard.

He was on top of me in an instant as I reached to grab his cock and put it to me.

"AAHHH FUCK!" I screeched, as my father rammed his rock hard cock into my tight pussy, still drawn taut from my orgasm. "No! Don't stop! It's okay. Just fuck me."

Dad did exactly that. He grabbed my ass with both his hands, locking me in tight, and proceeded to lose his sanity. His cock barely pulled out of me as he repeatedly shoved it deep into my belly.

Again, my moans were genuine. There's no way I can ever explain the pleasure of having my father's cock deep inside of me. And most importantly, we could fuck with no worry of him coming in me. He had had a vasectomy years ago. I knew he was getting close.

"I love you, Moose!" He whispered.

"I know daddy. I love you too." I assured him. "You know what I want. Give it to me!"

Seconds later!

"I'M COMMMMIIINNNGGGG!!" He bellowed.

I felt his cock jerk hard two or three times and I knew he had emptied a load into me. Brought on, no doubt, from the incestuous knowledge that he was coming into his daughter.

His hands moved from my buttocks to slip under my shoulders and we lay, his cock still in me, for long moments.

The incestuous lust was gone and we now had to face what we had done.

"I'm sorry, Moose." He whispered.

"It's all right, dad." I assured him, patting his shoulders. "It's all right. I don't know about you but I feel a hell of a lot better."

"Do you? Really?"

It seemed as if he did not want to let me go, as if, he didn't want to face me, look me in the eye.

Saved! I heard a slight noise from the room-monitor. The twins had been extra good sleeping so long.

"Gotta go, dad!" I rallied, slapping him lightly on the shoulders. "The twins are waking up."

His cock flopped from me as he withdrew. I maneuvered quickly to retrieve my underwear and put them on. Not quick enough, as I felt a wetness on my thigh. Pulling my panties up, I reached to retrieve a tissue from the box on the table. I wiped my father semen from the inside of my thigh, crunched the tissue and handed it to him.

"Put this in the big trashcan!" I directed.

"Aren't you going to clean up?" He queried.

"The twins are stirring. Hear them? I have plenty of time to clean up later." I answered. "Besides, I want to savor my lover's cum in me for a while. A woman likes that, you know!"

The comment made him smile.

I was redressed as quickly as I had undressed. I grabbed the monitor.

"I think it would be best if you washed the bed spread." I again directed. You can do that? Right dad? And check the floor!"

I gave my father a peck on the cheek, grabbed my print-out on the way by and rushed out the door.

Daughter's Depression Ch. 02



In the days and weeks after my father and I had our first foray into incest, I was mildly surprised and intrigued with my father's attention via the telephone. He called me at least once a day wanting to know how I was, how the twins were, how David was, did I miss him, etc. I had talked more to my father in those weeks than I had in the prior six-month. 

"Will I see you soon?" He would often say, nearing the end of our phone conversations. "I miss you, Moose."

"Dad, you know I cannot leave the twins whenever I get the notion." I would say, or, something similar. "It is not safe and you know it."

I never spoke the words directly but I am sure that dad knew "notion" meant sex, and that "safe" meant having sex again at his house on mine. I really did have the twins to consider. They could not be left willy-nilly. My short bouts of depression was now cause by different reasons.

My masturbation picked up considerably in those weeks. It caused the depression to evaporate for a while. I did indeed miss dad. I just had no idea how to schedule any time with him...... sexual time. My orgasms always ended with the vision of dad in me.... coming in me.

One evening, I was finishing up the supper dishes and happen to look out of the back window. I noticed dad's truck was down by the tool shed about an eighth of a mile down the dirt track behind my house. He was no doubt in the shed working on furniture he was building are such.

"Honey, I want to take a walk down to the back trail. Can you watch the kids for 30 or 40 minutes?" I shouted.

"Sure. Take your time." He shouted back.

Moving into the shoe-room at the back door, I reached under my skirt and quickly pushed my panties down. Stepping out of them, I retrieved them off the floor and stuffed them into my skirt pocket. 

It was not a casual walk that I took as I headed down the track towards the tool shed.

As I opened the door to the tool shed, I stopped in my tracks and I was shook to my very soul when mom turned to greet me, standing next to dad.

"Hi, honey!" Mom said in greeting. "You out for a walk. It sure is a nice evening."

"It is a beautiful evening for a walk." I replied, noting the twinkle in my father's eyes. "I saw the shed lights on and dad's truck. I figured I would duck in and see if he was okay or needed any help."

"Actually he does and you can relieve me as I've got chores that I need to get done back at the house." Mom said. "And don't worry about me Al, the walk will do me good. I'll stop by and tell David that you are helping your dad."

I followed mom to the door and then moved to the right, through the door of a small bathroom, to a small window above the sink, to follow her walk down the trail.

I was instantly aware of dad behind me lifting my skirt. His hands palmed my bare buttocks.

"You're ready!" He whispered, breathing heavily.

My eyes followed mom who was halfway to my house, but I was very much aware of dad's hands leaving my butt, unbuckling his belt, unsnapping them, pushing pants and underpants down.

I knowingly and willingly spread my stance and pushed my ass to prominence. I felt him moving close between my legs, lifting my skirt again, probing my pussy that the head of his cock. 

"Right there!" I guided. "No! Yes! Right there! Push!"

I pushed back and we were coupled. He was not as hard as I remembered, but we had just gotten started and I knew I had surprised him.

Dad, I figured was as excited as a man can get, unexpectedly getting a piece of ass. He did indeed harden up and I was soon feeling his cock penetrate me deep, causing me to grunt or moan with each thrust. There was no talk just heated, incestuous fucking.

I put my right hand between my legs and put my middle finger to my clit. Dad seemed to know, as I did, that we did not have a whole lot of time.

I saw mom enter my house by the back door, apparently leaving by the front door, crossing the road and disappearing into the side door of their house. The track became a blur, my mind trying to envision our coupling, but I kept my eyes glued to it.

I was the first to come and I did not try to squelch my loud moan as the orgasm flowed through me. I don't think dad was aware of me fingering my pussy, causing my orgasm. The old man's rhythm increased significantly during my moan and he was now near delirious as he hammered at my ass. The thought did occur to me that the old guy could have a heart attack. That would be embarrassing, to say the least.

He fucked me a long minutes, holding firmly onto my hips, but finally his animal growl echoed in the small confines of the bathroom and I felt his cock jerk, filling my pussy with his cum. I felt quite content as he lingered, keeping his cock in me and caressing my ass lovingly, but his cock finally lost all of its firmness and plopped out of me.

"This was a hell of a treat, Moose." He said. "I thought we would never together again."

"Never again! Dad, that is rubbishing you knew it!" I chided. "We just have to be careful."

"You call this careful?" He exclaimed.

"I just can't please you." I again scolded. "I saw an opportunity for a quickie. I thought you would be pleased?"

"I'm sorry, Sugar!" He apologized. "I am very pleased. I suppose, it's just having them so close."

"Dad, I think a minute ago the whole world could have popped in here and you wouldn't have slowed down a minute."

Dad just gave me a shit-eating grin as I wiped tissue over my pussy, gathering as much as his cum from me as I could. I retrieved my panties from my skirt pocket stepped into them, placed some tissue in the crotch, and pulled them up tight.

"We need to do some work out here, dad." I said walking past him. "What did you need help with?"

Telephone calls from dad eased up a little bit. I figured with our second sexual encounter he realized I would accommodate our needs whenever I could. In reality, he was probably accommodating me much more than I was accommodating him. He still had the computer and could watch the porn and jerk off whenever he pleased. Still, I was hoping to keep him in the dark about that fact. After all, I had shown a great deal of weakness that first time.

The first few days after fucking dad in the tool shed it was all I could think of. I loved having cum in me again. Also, I guess it was the naughtiness of it all. My husband, dad's wife, my mother had been close. They would not have caught us as they did not suspect transgression and had no reason to sneak up on us. Plus, I had had a full view of the track and that approach was the most practical, innocent approach.

A few days later dad called.

"Hey, Moose." What are you up to?" He asked me casually as usual.

"Trying to get the boys to sleep." I replied. "Too much sugar, I guess."

"Where are they?" He queried.

"In their cribs talking to each other."

"Would you like an obscene phone call this afternoon?"

"What the hell!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing, watching porn on the computer?"

My mind was reeling. My dad was actually trying to have an obscene phone call with me. The problem was I was not inclined to hang up.

"What have you got on?" He asked, without answering my question.

"I have on a sleeveless tank-top, a pair of baggy shorts and pink underwear." I answered, in a seductive tone, playing with him. "What have you got on?"

"Nothing but a hard on, Sugar britches."

Now, I knew dad did not drink so he couldn't possibly be drunk, but I was seeing a new side of my father. I found it comical that he had come up with such a zany idea, but I also found it a little erotic and arousing.

"Sounds nice." I said, walking into the living room and taking a seat in the recliner, reclining it back. "What would you like to be doing with that stiff, hard cock of yours?"

"I'd like to put it in your sweet pussy." He replied, his breathing a bit labored.

"Maybe I don't want you to put it in my pussy quite yet." I cooed. "What would you do to try to convince me to allow you to do that?"

"I would begin by kissing your naked body all over. Would you like that?"

"I would like that very much." I replied. "Continue."

My right hand slipped under the elastic of my baggy shorts and underwear, continuing down to rub the top of my bushy mound.

"I kiss your neck, your cheeks and your eyes. Kiss your shoulders down to your lovely breast. Oh! They are so lovely. I would have to spend a minute or two sucking on each nipple." He related.

"That's good, daddy." I whispered, wishing I had an extra hand to put on my breast. "Suck on them good. Suck on them hard. Where are your lips going now, daddy."

"I continue down your belly......... down to your mound and rub my nose in that beautiful bush of yours." He continued his sweet words.

"You're so bad, daddy!" I lovingly taunted. "You're not going to put your lips on my pussy, are you? I would not be able to resist anything if you did that, daddy!"

"Not yet, sugar." He continued. "I'm going to roll you over so I can kiss, lick and nibble at that gorgeous ass of yours."

My finger was on my clit and I was rubbing it in a circular motion. I was becoming quite aroused, causing my voice to show my sexual arousal. 

By his breathing and the coarseness of his voice, I could tell my father was definitely pumping on his cock and becoming very excited.

"Oh yes, daddy!" I praised excitedly. "Run your tongue up the crack of my ass! Bit my butt! Bite it hard, daddy!"

"While I'm loving your ass," he continued. "I'm going to slide my hand between your thighs and stick my finger into your pussy!"

"Oh fuck yes!" I cried out. 

We were in seventh heaven with our incestuous passion now. You could hear it in our voices and our labored breathing.

"I'm turning over now, daddy!" I spoke timidly. "But I'm scared daddy. I want you to stop."

"Don't close your legs to me!" He demanded. "Open your legs! Spread them wide so I can get my tongue on your pussy."

"No, daddy! Don't!" I whined. "I can't let you eat my pussy! I won't be able to stop you from fucking me....... from sticking your cock in me. DADDY! Your tongue is on my clit!"

"Your pussy tastes so good!" Dad exclaimed. "Your clit is hard. It feels so good on my tongue. You what my tongue inside of you, Moose!"

"YES DADDY!" I begged. "Put your tongue in my pussy. Push it deep! Oh, fuck! Yes! Tongue fuck me!"

I was in full-blown incestuous lust as my middle finger scrubbed at my clit. 

"Stick it in me dad! Stick your cock in me!" I demanded.

"Here it comes baby! I'm going to fuck your ass off!" Dad cried.

"AAGGggggg!" I growled, in an attempt to bring to life our coupling. "Fuck me hard, dad!"

Our bantering ceased as we both breathed heavily into the telephone. Dad, I imagined, was stroking his cock hard in an effort to come into his imaginary, but vocal, daughter. I was very much delirious with the thought of my dad cock banging into my pussy.

"Fuck me, dad." I pleaded, more to myself than to the person on the other end of the phone. "Come in my pussy. Please! Come into my pussy!"

"OOHHHHH FUCK!" Dad bellowed, no doubt sending his semen wherever...... on his belly, the floor........ I did not really care.

"YYYYYEEESSSSsss!!" I followed closely behind him as my orgasm gripped me with incestuous passion.

We listened to each other's labored breathing for a long minute. I finally returned to reality and to the sound of the twins still talking to each other.

"Lord, will those boys ever go to sleep!" I said more to myself than to dad.

"You won't have to worry about me taking a nap." Dad teased.

"You're a cruel, man!" I chided.

We said "I love you" and "goodbye" but I continued to stroke my clit softly. The boys eventually drifted off to sleep, as I did. I awoke with my hand still inside my panties. I had to retrieve the telephone off the floor.

I made a promise to myself that I would indeed feel dad's tongue on my pussy very soon.



Daughter's Depression Ch. 03



A week after the quickie with dad in the shed mom invited us over for Friday night dinner. I was surprised as I felt no awkwardness in the presence of dad in a family setting. Dad seemed to be his usual self and paid no more attention to me than he usually did.

The food was great as always and afterwards we were sitting around the table admiring and playing with the twins.

"Have you mentioned to your parents that I have to go out of town this weekend?" My husband asked.

"You just told me this morning." I replied. 

"Where are you off to, David?" Dad queried.

"The boss wants me to go over to Johnsonville and help the new foreman get settled. Show him around the place and introduce him to a few people."

I saw my father glance at me. Stealing glances at him, I could tell is mine was swirling.

"You know, darling." Dad began. "If David is going to be gone all weekend, you could watch the twins for a about five or six hours tomorrow. Moose and I could go down to Vanceboro (where our camp site was located) and pick up the trailer."

"That would be great!" Mom replied. "If Jessica will trust me that long with the twins."

"Mom! Don't be like that. Of course I trust you with my children." I exclaimed. 

I gave my father a long look, knowing that he had already moved the trailer to a truck stop no more than an hour down the interstate. It had needed some framework. He apparently had not said anything to mom about moving it. I didn't know whether to be upset with him, but I looked forward to what he had in mind. I knew one thing for certain. My pussy was going to get some TLC.

If I was going to get any sex from David, it was going to be on a Friday night. After putting the twins to bed, I took my usual bath and dressed in pretty black panties and a see-through, knee length grown. My breasts and nipples were seductively visible. 

I was generally hoping to get lucky, as I said earlier David was convinced that I would somehow get pregnant and depriving me of sex, despite the condom and the "day after pill". While I dressed for sex, my inner-self just didn't seem to care that much. I was thinking about tomorrow.

David turned out to be a horny and he retrieved a rubber from the drawer. With a little kissing and foreplay, he stripped me of my underwear and maneuvered between my legs. I guided his stiff, rubber coated, cock into me.

My ass matched his rhythm but it did so consciously and my moans were consciously timed to his thrust. Needless to say, I wasn't really there. At least, not until I began to let my mind wander and it wandered to the vision of my dad eating my pussy.

My husband's cock began to have an effect and I became much more proactive. Afterwards, he told me I fucked like a wanton vixen.

"Not too shabby for a 38-year-old!" I appraised myself to him.

"Tonight, you fucked like you did when you were 20." He offered.

I had mixed feelings about his remark, but in reality I didn't care what he thought. All I knew was that he wasn't giving me enough sex. I couldn't help getting pregnant late in life. If he didn't want to do his duty, I now had a man who would. I didn't have to worry about my lover coming in me, as he'd been fixed years ago.

Dad and I rolled out of the driveway shortly after David left. He would head south on the interstate and dad and I would head north. I tried to put the twins out of my mind.

"Did you not tell mom about the trailer on purpose?" I asked. "I don't see how in the world you could have foresaw a chance like this?"

"No, I did not hide it from her. No reason to, as I did not see this opportunity coming....... like you said." He answered. "Just good luck, I suppose."

I wore jeans and a heavy cotton shirt today, subconsciously I think, not wanting to appear undressed.......... Ready for Freddie so to speak. Fucking your dad does create such thinking, I suppose. Odd, I know, but it made me feel that people would see me more chastity-fied, if such a word exists. The monkey wrench in this line of thought is...... I wore no bra. Go figure!

Dad asked me to move over closer to him, but I declined. He reached to put his hand on my thigh. I did not protest letting him have this desire.

"Did you enjoy the phone call the other day, dad?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am, I surely did."

"I hope you're a real pussy eating man, because I'm expecting a repeat of that phone call but in real life."

"I don't think you have anything to worry about, sugar." He replied. "I have to apologize for neglecting that thing for so long. We will have over two hours for me to get acquainted with it properly."

I smiled at his remarks and slid a little bit closer in his direction, spreading my thighs wide enough to let his hand slide up to my crotch. He discovered I had no bra on and backhandedly stroked my breast occasionally, making my nipples hard.

"Why did it take so long for us to get together?" I asked.

"I'm not going to lie and say I haven't thought about you and me together, but things tend to come at their own pace and time." He replied.

"Well, you had the computer and seemed to be doing quite well on your own. Us, you and me, having sex has certainly come at the right time in my life." I related, and then continued to tell him my problem with David.

Dad rolled off of the interstate onto the exit, leading to the truck stop. It took a few minutes, but we located our 21' camping trailer towards the back of the lot. It was surrounded by a large group of trailers much like our own. As luck would have it, it was not locked in but was two deep inside the other trailers. I got out and helped dad back his trunk, lining the two hitches up to each other. Dad shut down the truck and got out.

"I'm going in and pay the tab." Dad said, getting out of the truck, throwing the keys to me. "You go on in, sugar, and get comfortable."

I lifted the small cooler we had brought with us containing a few bottles of water and a couple of Cokes. I was promised a good lunch before we got back home. A real whore, right! I unlocked the trailer and climbed inside. It turned out be quite hot and muggy inside the trailer. I lifted a few windows, front and back, to get the air circulating and closed up the few blinds that were open. Dad was back within 15 minutes.

I was sitting on the bed that normally would have been a sofa. It was one of the things, a list in my head, to redo before we left the truck stop. Dad sat down next to me.

"I thought you would have rid yourself of those jeans by now." He observed, placing his hand on my thigh again.

"I was thinking maybe you would like to have the honor." I said seductively.

Sometimes it takes so little to get the ball rolling. I leaned back as dad stood and removed my sandals, unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them a little and tugged them off of me, leaving my black bikini underwear.

Then, he removed his shoes and jeans. I could see a slight bulge in his boxer shorts and I made a spontaneous decision.

"Come closer." I directed, lifting myself to a sitting position. "I'm going to do something I almost never do. A treat for you."

I fumbled with his underwear and brought forth his semi erect cock. It must be the heat, I thought. After playing with it for a few moments, I lifted it and took the domed head into my mouth and began to suck on it lightly. Almost instantly it began to respond and was soon at full attention and I engulfed more of it into my mouth. I alternated my sucking to just pumping dad's cock, looking up at his face. His head was back, his eyes closed and his moans were barely auditable. I was happily content that he was properly enthralled.

For the first time I was able to appraise dad's cock. His cock was not as thick as David's, but it was noticeably longer. I knew dad wasn't on any type of pill and I was quite impressed with his ability to get as hard as he did and keep it that way. Though, in truth, we had not engaged in a lengthy fuck. I hoped sometimes in the future we could get the illicit, incestuous and lustful sex out of our system and have a casual, lengthy fuck. Today was not going to be that day, as we didn't have the time.

"That was good, Moose!" He said, as I pulled my mouth off his cock and sat back, my arms outstretched behind me, smiling at him.

"Don't get used to that." I cautioned. "You know I'm looking for the same."

"Pull them britches off, sugar." He directed, as he positioned himself lying on his back on the floor.

I suppose, he saw the surprised and confused look on my face.

"Come on, Moose!" He directed, using his hands. "I want you to squatted over my face."

"Dad!" I cried, as I stood pushing my bikini panties down and stood looking down at him. "You can't be serious! You're embarrassing me!"

"I'm going to give you something that will blow your mind and you'll remember forever. And I promise, I will definitely do this for you again."

You would think that a daughter who has let her father stick his cock in her would be passed embarrassment, but I know that my milky colored body must have turned rosy red as I positioned myself and lowered myself into a squat over my father's face.

Mind you, squatting in such a position is not that easy for a 38-year-old woman. I placed my right hand on the flimsy bed to balance myself.

Dad maneuvered a bit and placed his hands on my ass to support my weight a little. He kissed at my pussy.

Again, dad surprised me, showing me he was one kinky dude. I could not help but wonder if mom had been convinced to do such a thing. When dad's tongue touched my pussy, I hoped that she had. I'm an incestuous bitch but not selfish of all!

It was steady electrical shocks of pleasure as dad's tongue explored my pussy. My ass was nearly locked into position and I could do nothing but groan and moan, intensified in volume by my inability to move. I knew the trailer was not a well-insulated building, loud sounds not being contained, closely surrounded by other trailers, and I was struggling to keep the volume of my moans in check. I could only hope no one else was picking up their camper trailer or actually living in them.

"You're driving me fucking crazy!" I moaned, a certain amount of anger in my tone, not accustomed to being so stationary.

"Damn you!" I cried, as his tongue began to repeatedly dart into my hole.

His hands on my ass, giving considerable support, would lessen and drop my ass down so his tongue could penetrate my pussy, only to push up again, then lessen again. The tongue fucking was exasperatingly pleasing, but I wanted to rip dad's head off because it was not bringing me to completion.

He avoided my clit over the long minutes. I wanted desperately to come and give my body a sorely needed release from the torturous position.

"My clit!" I begged. "Please, dad, put your tongue on my clit. You're killing me!"

I could not suppress the volume of my animal moan when dad's tongue touched my clit for the first time. I felt like my ass and thighs had gone numb and it must have extended to my vagina. The pleasure was intense but my orgasm seemed to linger just out of reach. My mind was screaming please, please, please, please!

Then it was there! It shook me to my very fiber and my body shuddered only to subside into a quiver as I fell forward on to my knees, dropping my head on my folded arms. Unconsciously, I had positioned my ass for the taking.

Dad quickly maneuvered to a standing position. He had not removed his boxer shorts. I glanced around see him pulling the top down enough to release his cock. I was a bit confused as to what was coming until I watched him position himself over my rear end. He spread his stance considerably and squatted a bit. 'All of that farm work has served him well!' I thought, as I lifted my ass a bit more so he could enter me.

"Easy, dad." I coached, knowing my pussy was tight as hell after the huge orgasm.

"I'll try, baby." He replied, the intensity of his desire clearly in his tone.

Dad, with a bit of ass wiggling from me, eased his cock into me and pushed it as deep as he could manage in his, also, strenuous position. Again, I was not expecting a long fuck. In such a position, I was almost glad dad could not get his entire length into me. He was fucking my pussy like a madman, huffing and puffing. He was a man on a lustful mission and I was happily anticipating the ejaculate he would soon shoot into me.

"I'm coming, Moose!!!" He moaned huskily.

"I feel it dad!" I exclaimed, feeling his cock jerk as he held it motionless, much of his length in me.

Dad pulled from me and sat down heavily on the bed. I felt some pain in my legs as I rose to my feet. I was moving past dad to grab a tissue when he grabbed me, drawing me close. He hugged me tightly, cupping my buttocks, pulling me in tighter as he sank his face into my belly. He embraced me for a long minute.

Loosing his hug on me, his left hand remaining on my butt, he placed his right hand between my thighs and slid his middle finger into my pussy. He started finger-fucking me tenderly.

"You are one insane old man, I love you, dad." I said, staring down, mesmerized by the action between my legs....... his finger in me, is cum in me, coating his finger.

Dad did not seem inclined to quit his probing. Long minutes pasted and I widened my stance.

"You're not going to stop are you?" I questioned.

"No, sugar." He replied. "Are you enjoying this?"

"I am." I replied. "I'm enjoying this very much!"

"You got a fantastic ass." He said, squeezing my ass with his left hand.

"I'm glad you think so!" I replied. "I know I've said this before, dad, but why the hell did it take so long for us to find this part of our lives."

I was ready when dad finally bought his middle finger to bear on my clit. I suppose, bear, is not the right word as his touch was feather-light. Again, he was making me crazy. It was odd, I had all the motion in the world now, but I stood perfectly still with my legs spread wide letting dad work his magic on my clit. 

Long minutes later, the orgasm flowed over me like the steaming hot shower water I enjoy so much. My body relaxed and I stood there smiling down at my father. He was smiling up at me. I saw that his cock was hard again.

"Would you fuck me for a few more minutes?" I queried, sitting myself down on the bed, maneuvering backwards, not the least bit worried about any stain on the bed.

Dad kneed himself between my legs and I reached to grasp his cock, guiding it into me. I was now getting the slow, tender fuck I had been desiring with dad. He held me cradled in his arms. My feet were flat on the bed and my knees spread wide.

Dad eventually reached down to grip my ass with both hands, but he continued to fuck me in a very slow, loving rhythm. We continued on like that for a long time, maybe 20 minutes or more.

"Have you had enough, baby?" He whispered.

"I could fuck like this all day, dad." I replied lovingly. "If you don't want to come again, I guess we had better get it packed up."

Dad and I showered in the truck stop and had lunch before hooking up the trailer and heading home. I made a mental note to check for any stains on the carpet or bed.

Safely home, I ponder the future and how long we can continue our "daughter/dad" affair. I hope it will be years. It brings on depression.

The end.