0 comments/ 144704 views/ 11 favorites Edward By: ianarm My name is Edward I am a bit of a loner. I never had a girlfriend as I am a bit on the shy side when it comes to the female of the species. I am 18 yrs old with short dark hair and blue eyes and stand at around 6 foot 2 inches tall. My body is nothing like the guys on the football team or on the swimming team but it's not too bad for never having done much exercise. One afternoon I was at home on my own as my mom had gone out for the day and my dad was not around anymore having buggered off with one of his female co-workers a couple of years ago just in case you wondered where he fit in to all this. As I was saying there I was sitting in the living room minding my own business in just a pair of shorts which were at my knees while masturbating to an enjoyable porn movie. I must have been jerking off for about 10 minutes when all of a sudden I felt a rush of cool air cover my naked body. I turned my head towards the kitchen window which I could see from where I was sitting thinking maybe I had left it open. But to my complete shock as I continued to jerk off my mom had come in the back door and stood there with a look of disbelief on her beautiful face. She was rooted to the spot as she watched my hand fly up and down my hard on. How long she had been standing there for I had no idea but there she was with her eyes focused on my throbbing cock in my hand. As soon as the shock of being caught wore off I quickly stuffed my now shrinking dick into my shorts as fast as I possibly could before making my way to the stairs and bolting up them and in to my bedroom leaving my flustered and shocked mom standing there in the kitchen with the look of what the fuck on her face. About an hour later I was still in my bedroom sitting on my bed awaiting my mom to burst through my bedroom door to shout abuse at me while hitting me upside the head calling me all the names under the sun. Curiosity was now getting the better of me and I just had to find out where mom had not confronted me about my behaviour. Was she even home or had she gone out somewhere to gather her thoughts before she wanted to have that talk with me that I knew just had to be coming my way after being caught red handed. My mom Lisa is 39 yrs old and is just shorter that myself at 5 foot 11 inches with dark raven coloured hair and deep blue baby eyes that I have ever known. Her legs are slender and long and lead to a very tight and round ass that never fails to have its share of admirers. Her boobs are about 34c which I found out one day when I rummaged through the laundry basket. It's not just the men who like looking at my mom, she also has her share of women eyeing her up to and she always puts on just a little bit more of a wiggle to her hips knowing they are all watching her. As I said at the start of my story I am very inexperienced in the sex department. Yeah I have watched all of the DVD's that I have been able to get my hands on but am no great lover. And now today I am caught in front of the television with my shorts around my ankles, my cock in my fist while watching a porn movie and jerking off as best as I could and my mom catches me in the act, talk about embarrassing. So there I am an hour later there is no sound in the house and mom hasn't knocked my bedroom door down to beat my ass, where the hell was she? I open my bedroom door and poke my head out for a quick look down the hall and nothing stirred. I stepped quietly down the stairs and had a look around the kitchen and living room but no one is around. It looked like my mom had gone out after all so I retreated back up to the safety of my bedroom after stopping by the kitchen for a sandwich and a juice. I don't know how long it had been before my mom got home as I had fallen asleep on my bed but was woken up by a knock on my bedroom door. I woke up with a jolt expecting her to just walk in and let me have it but it looked like mom wanted to talk to me about what had happened early in the day. How this was going turn out I had no idea but at least she was calm and not shouting at me. "Can I come in Edward?" Mom asked from the other side of my door as she knocked on it again. "Yeah mom you can come in" I answered back nervously. Mom came in and shut the door quietly behind her and walked over to my bed and sat down on the edge of it beside me. She had been sitting there for about 5 minutes thinking of how she was going to begin our talk when she finally opened her mouth and began talking. "Edward honey I want to apologise to you for walking in on you when you were errm having some alone time" She started with a quivering voice. "No mom it's me who should be doing the apologising to you for doing something like where I could be caught even if I was home alone" I replied quickly. "Oh honey no it's ok am not mad at you or anything you just caught me unawares and I know I should have said something or just quietly backed out the room again and left you to it" Mom said her face now a deep crimson. I don't know why mom should be the one with the red face it was me who was caught fisting my cock not her but here she was apologising for walking in on me. All I could do was hug her and keep saying how sorry I was for being idiot and not staying in my room for such an activity. I was so glad it turned out this way and not all the shouting and smacks on the back of the head. I am so lucky to have such a very understanding mom. After about ten minutes of apologies and hugs from both of us my mom got up and walked toward my bedroom door and stopped in her tracks and turned around to face me again. "Just out of curiosity Edward, where did you get the DVD from?" She asked with a little grin on her face as if she already knew the answer to the question. "I think you know where I found it mom and am sorry for rummaging around your bedroom" I answered back sheepishly. Mom said nothing more as she turned and walked out and shut the door behind her. I spent the rest of the night in my room on my computer and watching a couple of other DVD's that I had also found while I was snooping around my mom's bedroom. Edward and Emily Ch. 01 This is the first chapter of a fictitious story. The characters in this story are based on real people, but I have changed most of the names and in some cases their appearance. The events in this story never happened, with exception of some of the minor ones. If you enjoy reading about Edward and Emily, please check out the parallel story Emily and Edward. It describes how the same events and developments are experienced by Emily. Special thanks to Pete_L, not only for correcting typos and numerous suggestions to improve this story, but especially for all the insights into male psychology which turned Edward into a real human being. .................................... Arriving home from work on Friday evening, I was surprised to see Emily's car already on the drive, as she normally arrives back from college for the weekend a little later than me. I went in through the front door and closed it behind me, "Sweetie, are you home?" I shouted out. With only a few seconds delay, a fluffy white bathrobe hurled itself downstairs and attached itself to me, with its arms around my neck. "Whoa, what is this all about?" I managed to ask, as my daughter tried to crush me to her. "I missed you." I heard her whisper. I laughed and wrapped my arms round her, holding her tight like we used to when she was younger, my chin on the top of her head, reveling in the smell of her freshly shampooed hair and skin. "Are you okay Emi?" I asked, stroking my hands up and down the back of her robe. "Yeah," she said," I don't know what's wrong with me." I squeezed her a little more, but as I did so, I was reminded that she was no longer a little girl as I felt her breasts pressing into my chest. It was a nice feeling to hold someone you love that close, feeling her warmth and softness, but although she didn't seem inclined to move just yet, the feeling of impropriety at holding her so intimately – and sort of enjoying it - was stealing through my brain. "Go get dressed and I'll make dinner." I said, releasing her with a short kiss on the top of her head. When she came back downstairs and sat at the table, I was relieved to see she was dressed in her normal 'around the house' jeans and T-shirt. That hug had un-nerved me a little with some of the feelings I had felt and I was glad I wouldn't have to think any more about it. "Are you okay?" I asked her again. "What?" "Are you okay? You look a bit... strange. Like you're not really there." "No, I'm fine." I took her hand and felt her wrist. "Are you sure you are alright? Your pulse is a bit fast." She gave me a funny sort of look and then the moment passed, and we concentrated on eating dinner while chatting about this and that. It was a strange dinner. I noticed that every time I looked up at her, she smiled at me in a peculiar kind of way. I was a little confused by her behavior as it was out of character for her to be in so much of a 'dreamy' sort of world. I wondered if it was anything to do with the package that had arrived for her this morning, that I had inadvertently opened, realized it was not for me but for Emily and then left it in her room for her. So as our meal came to an end, I asked her what she was thinking about, but she just said it was about plans for my birthday next week. I knew I was not going to get much else from her, so I dropped the subject and after watching the late night horror movie together, Emily went to bed while I cleaned up the kitchen and went to bed myself. I am an early riser, even at the weekends, and after showering and getting dressed, I usually make breakfast for us both, so we can share some time together at the table. The next morning, I had breakfast almost ready, but had not heard much sound of movement from Emily's room. Just to check she was getting ready, I went casually up the stairs intending to knock on her door and tell her that breakfast was ready. We live in a modest house and only have a family bathroom upstairs which is opposite Emily's room and next to the main bedroom. I did think of converting it into an en-suite bathroom before I got divorced, but afterwards it seemed a waste of effort just for myself and anyway, it would mean Emily would have to use the small downstairs shower room when she was home. As I reached the top of the stairs, I could hear the shower running, but louder than I thought it should sound. I saw then that the door was partly open and guessed that Emily had not closed it properly. I reached forward to quietly pull the door closed so that she would not feel embarrassed when she realized. As I did so, I caught sight of her in the steamy mirror, blurred, but clear enough to make out her slim body covered in soapy bubbles, as she started to rinse off the soap. I swear it was an accident, I wasn't trying to see her, but I stood a moment too long, mesmerized by how beautiful she had become. Her breasts were in complete harmony with her petite stature and the curve of her waist down to her hips which then widened out into a rounded apple shaped butt, captivated me. It felt like minutes, but it could have been only a few seconds, that I stood there taking it all in, and I think it might have been the faint stirrings of my cock that caused my sensible and fatherly brain to shout at me, "What the hell are you doing looking at your daughter in this way, get the hell out of there." Jolted out of my reverie, a bit disgusted with myself, but also unable to immediately just erase the erotic sight I had witnessed, I quietly closed the door and went quickly downstairs to the normality of breakfast preparation. About ten minutes later, she bounded down the stairs. "Hey sweetie. Sit down and have some tea. Breakfast will be ready in a minute," I said in what I thought to be a normal voice, hoping that she had no idea I had seen her in the shower. I carried on preparing the waffles until I heard her say, "Dad, do you know you are the only man I trust one hundred percent?" It didn't register for a moment, I thought she must have seen me looking at her when she was in the shower and was telling me that she knew it was accidental and still trusted me. I froze and was just about to tell her I was sorry, when it suddenly dawned on me that she was referring to the note I left with her package that I had opened. What was a father to do? I was a little shocked by the fluffy handcuffs that were in the package, I had no idea my daughter would know where to get such things or why she would want them. I was only thinking of her safety when I wrote the only thing I could think of, "Make sure your mom doesn't see these, and please only use them with someone you trust ONE HUNDRED PERCENT!" Now she was telling me I was "the only man she trusted one hundred percent". What did she mean by that? I felt at this moment that I wasn't to be trusted at all. Although inadvertent initially, I had just spied on her, naked, in the bathroom. I could have just closed the door or walked away... but I didn't. I didn't know how to respond and wasn't sure what she meant anyway, so I just kept quiet and finished making our breakfast. The rest of the weekend passed too quickly as we seemed to be enjoying each other's company even more than normal. I deliberately gave her a more chaste hug as she left to go back to college on Sunday evening, but to my astonishment, as she untangled herself from me, she kissed me directly on my lips. Just that brief, but intimate touch, gave me a lightening flashback image of her in the shower. I don't know if she noticed my reaction, as she quickly got into her car, waved and drove off. I wandered back into the house, my head a bit of a whirl, what had just gone on there? What was happening to me? .................................... The following Thursday, I had returned home from work as usual, ate a lonely dinner and was sitting watching TV, when I heard a car pull up on the drive. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I was very surprised when the door opened and Emily bounced in. "What are you doing here?" I asked, pleased to see her, but wondering if something had happened for her to be home a day earlier than normal. "Playing hooky. I wanted to be here for your birthday," she said, taking off her short coat, kissing me on the cheek and plonking herself down next to me on the couch. I put my arm round her and her head moved to rest on my shoulder. I think she must have showered before coming home, as I could smell the same fresh shampoo smell in her hair and the soap she always used on her skin. I could see why she needed a coat, as underneath, she was only wearing a very short T-shirt that showed a lot of her tummy and light jeans that looked as though she had been poured into them. I don't know why I noticed, as I never had before, but it looked as though she wasn't wearing a bra either, as there was just a hint of a nipple under her top. I reasoned that as a young girl with a petite figure, she probably didn't need to wear one, but what did I know! I quickly looked away in case she thought it was weird that I was looking at her and quickly banished the thought from my head. I was pleased to have the company and for it to be Emily was a bonus. I told her I had to work tomorrow, but she didn't seem bothered by being alone all day and muttered something about making a cake for my birthday. To be honest, I wasn't too bothered about celebrating yet another year gone past, but my brother and his wife were coming over and Emily seemed excited to be doing something for me, so I was happy to go along with it. After a few minutes, she got up and went into the kitchen to get herself something to eat. I offered to make her something, but she said she could manage. I am guessing that she probably hadn't eaten at college and had waited until she got home where she knew there would be food available. I think that having eaten, she must have gone up to her room to do whatever young girls do there, as I was still watching TV a couple of hours later when she finally came back to the living room. A horror movie was just starting, something we both enjoyed watching, either because it was good, or so bad we poked fun at it. She sat down at the other end of the couch drawing her bare feet up underneath her. In my peripheral vision, I could see that she was spending more time looking at me than at the TV. It was a little unsettling, given the previous odd behavior last Sunday, as I still didn't know what was going on in her mind. "Daddy," she said, "do you remember how I used to watch 'Sesame Street'?" "Sure! Stretched out on the couch with your head on my lap." I said. With this, she scooted across, lifted up my arm and put her head in my lap as we used to do when she was little. It was such a natural position, that we had been in many times before, that without thinking, I began to stroke her hair with my left hand. I smiled to myself at the remembered evenings we had watched TV like this as she grew up, enjoying each other's closeness and warmth. My self-indulgent reminiscences were short-lived when I realized that my other hand holding the remote control, had nowhere that I thought 'appropriate' to rest. I tried resting it on her leg, but it felt wrong, then her tummy, but that was all bare skin and definitely felt 'wrong'. It wasn't comfortable to just hold it up near her shoulder, so I was not sure what to do, when suddenly she came to the rescue. "What are you doing, waving that remote control around?" she said, without taking her eyes from the TV. "I'm trying to find a comfortable place to put my hand." "You mean you're trying to find a comfortable place to put your hand without touching my boobs?" "Yeah, you didn't have those when you were watching 'Sesame Street'." I mumbled trying to laugh it off, embarrassed that I was so transparent. "It's just fat tissue, Dad." she giggled. "It may be 'just fat tissue' to you," I thought to myself, "but these are real live breasts and not only that, they belong to my daughter." As I was thinking these thoughts, she grabbed my hand and wrestled the remote control away from me, dropping it on the couch. Taking my hand in hers, she placed it on her top, in the center, just under her breasts. "Emily!" I spluttered, trying to remove my hand from the warmth I could feel radiating from her breasts just a finger's distance away. "It's okay! Watch the movie." she said and held my hand there with both of hers. I wasn't sure I should be touching her there at all, but as it was she who had placed my hand there, it wasn't as though I was stealthily trying to 'feel her up'. I was just resting my hand and it wasn't touching anything it shouldn't I convinced myself. Oh, how easy it is to convince ourselves of anything if we want! I went back to stroking her hair, so soft, silky and warm, as we continued to watch the horror movie. It obviously wasn't one of the better movies as I felt my mind drifting rather than concentrating on the plot. I heard Emily make a few comments and I think I responded in a like manner, but I wasn't really watching it. As I continued to run the fingers of my left hand through her hair, without thinking, I let my right hand move in small circles around the spot where she had placed it. It seemed that there was a rhythm to the one hand in her hair and the other moving in a circular motion. I gradually widened the area until I touched the underside of her right breast. In almost automatic mode, I stroked up between her breasts and cupped the right one in my palm. I felt the nipple harden under her T-shirt and poke between my fingers. It was just a reflex action then to squeeze it between my fingers. Emily didn't make a sound or movement to stop or distract me, The erotic feel of her nipple becoming erect and squeezing it, rolling it round in my fingers, sent messages to my cock which also started to become erect. Although I was looking at the TV, my mind was elsewhere, enjoying the sensations of early arousal and the feel of Emily's breast and nipple. My cock was getting harder by the second, my mind further from the truth than ever, that I was enjoying this and shouldn't be. As I caressed Emily's breast, moving her nipple this way and that, I felt the weight of her head on my now fully erect cock and for a moment I sort of enjoyed the sensation. A 'warning' thought wormed its way through the erotic thoughts and sensations I was experiencing and into my mind, "Oh my God! I have an erection touching my girl's face, she must be able to feel it. I am also touching and stroking her breast, what will she think of me? How am I going to explain this? What explanation can there be for being a pervert?" Beginning to panic and come back into the real world, I focused on my surroundings and knew I had to get out of the situation before it went further than it already had. "Uhh, I've got to uhhh, got to go to the bathroom," I muttered, pushing her off my lap into a sitting position and making my way out of the room with my back to her. I went straight up to the bathroom, locked the door, dropped my pants and boxers and took my penis in my hand. I stood facing the mirror over the washbasin and pulled the foreskin back watching in the mirror as the large purple head emerged, leaking pre-cum as if it was crying. I couldn't help myself, I moved my hand faster and faster up and down the shaft, the head appearing and disappearing with each stroke. In my mind, God forgive me, I could still imagine the feel of her breast and nipple and wondered what it would be like without the T-shirt. What if I had gone further and put my hand down over her tummy and unzipped her jeans, would she have let me or been disgusted. At that moment I didn't care, I stifled a groan as I came, spurting the first strings of my hot seed right over the washbasin and onto the mirror. The next few went into the basin, gradually diminishing as my orgasm passed, leaving me emotionally drained and beginning to think more clearly. I am not sure I welcomed or liked the clear vision that I saw. No matter how it happened, here was I, a supposedly respectable and caring father, masturbating, while thinking about his daughter's body. After cleaning up the bathroom and making sure I looked 'normal' I went in trepidation back down to the living room. I wondered what I was going to say to Emily, but to my relief, the TV was off and she had obviously gone to bed. I wasn't sure I was looking forward to seeing her at breakfast. Edward and Emily Ch. 02 This is the second chapter of a fictitious story. The characters in this story are all over 18 years old. They are based on real people, but I have changed most of the names and in some cases their appearance. The events in this story never happened, with exception of some of the minor ones. There are actually two first chapters to this story, one told by Emily and one told by her father Edward. In contract I have combined their memories of what happened into one chapter, with Emily and Edward taking turns in telling how they remember what happened. Special thanks to my friend Pete_L, for his invaluable help in turning this story into something much better than what it was. ---------------------------------------- - Emily - I woke up with a grin on my face. I had been dreaming about what happened the night before, and to be honest, I had also been dreaming about what did not happen. I became aware of the foul taste in my mouth. Ew, that will teach you to go to sleep without brushing your teeth Emily, I thought to myself. Next I became aware of the noises coming from downstairs, Dad moving around in the kitchen, probably making breakfast. Daddy! It's his birthday! I jumped out of bed, put on my bathrobe at full speed and bolted for the stairs. Halfway down I stopped, turned, and ran up again and into the bathroom. There was no way I was going to give him a birthday kiss with a breath like this! Yikes! I was shocked by what I saw in the bathroom mirror. I don't wear much makeup, but all the makeup that I had been wearing the previous evening was now smeared all over my face. Oh well, nothing a facecloth and some soap couldn't fix. - Edward - I knew the night would end sometime and I would have to face Emily at breakfast and sure enough, the time arrived. Well, breakfast time arrived, but Emily didn't, so I prepared both our meals, put hers to one side and sat down at the table to eat mine alone. The daily newspaper had arrived and I sat there staring at it, but with too many other thoughts going through my mind to concentrate. In a way, I was relieved she wasn't here, as I didn't know what I was going to say to her after I made such a fool of myself last night when I stroked her breast and squeezed her nipple. I kept trying to tell myself it was just a reflex action, like stroking a cat if it is on your lap and making it purr, but I knew it excited me and shouldn't have done. I remember rushing up to the bathroom and masturbating with the thoughts of her in my head and how ashamed I was afterwards. I even felt a blush coming on now at the very thought. Perhaps if I leave for work soon, I thought, when I come home this evening it might not be so fresh and would be easier to deal with. - Emily - A few minutes later I went down the stairs again, my face scrubbed and pink, my hair brushed somewhat hastily and, most important, menthol fresh breath. Daddy was sitting at the kitchen table, stirring a cup of coffee and reading the sports section, which was odd since he never reads the sports section. "Happy birthday, Daddy!" I said, ripped the paper from his hands and planted myself on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to kiss him on the cheek, but missed and kissed his earlobe instead. "Does my birthday boy really have to go to work today?" One of the advantages of being short is that you can sit on someone's lap and still look him straight in the eyes. I saw his eyes move rapidly from my eyes, to my mouth, down and quickly up again. His face went as red as a beetroot and when I looked down at myself, I understood why. My bathrobe had managed to somewhat open itself, and I'm pretty sure Daddy had seen my boob. "Oops." I said, readjusted my bathrobe and couldn't help giggling. "So, do you?" "Do I what?" "Do you really have to go to work today?" "I'm afraid so. Why do you ask?" "I was hoping we could go shopping together. I need something nice for your birthday party and I want your opinion." "Mine? But I know nothing about fashion." "That's not important Dad. I just want to know if you like it." "Oh, well, I guess we can meet at the mall around lunchtime." "Cool!" I said and we agreed on a time and place to meet. I got off his lap and sat down on the chair facing his. "By the way, I haven't got a birthday present yet, but I will make it up to you. Promise!" "That's okay honey. Don't worry about it." "I will," I nodded, before attacking the fresh toast, juice, hard boiled eggs, ham, real Gouda and my favourite; croissants. - Edward - I was suddenly snapped awake from my thoughts and reflections, by the newspaper being forcibly taken from my hands, a bathrobe clad figure landing on my lap and two arms wrapping themselves round my neck. Emily had arrived. As she wished me a Happy Birthday, her head moved forward and she kissed my ear, which I thought a bit odd. I pulled back and looked into her face, then without thinking looked down at the front of her bathrobe. I froze. There, only inches from my face, was one of Emily's bare breasts and erect nipple, poking out of her loosely tied bathrobe. It was only a momentary glimpse before she realised and closed her robe, but the human eye and brain is a wonderful thing. In just that moment, I noticed how pert her small breast was and that the nipple was on the upper slope, dark pink and surrounded by a slightly darker areola. I knew that here in plain view was what I had been stroking and fondling last night and the temptation to slip my lips over it kicked me back to reality. I also realised that I could feel the warmth from her legs through her bathrobe, that and the erotic flash I had just seen, was once again having an effect on my cock, restrained in my pants. Now I really did blush bright red. I was so confused, that I heard, but didn't understand, what Emily was saying until she repeated it. It seems that she was asking if I didn't have to go to work so that I could go shopping with her for a new dress to wear at my party tonight. We had not done that since she was a little girl, and I wondered why she would want me tagging along now. I tried to get out of it by telling her I didn't know anything about girl's clothes or the current fashions, but the truth is; that I am not comfortable in this type of shops with girls all wandering round with bits of clothing and underwear in their hands. I never know where to look without it seeming as though I am checking them out like a 'dirty old man'. Emily wasn't easily put off and as she can twist me around her little finger with that little smiley thing she does, I gave in and agreed to meet her around lunchtime. That agreed, she thankfully slid off my lap and went to get the breakfast I had prepared for her. She mentioned something about not having a birthday present for me, but would 'make it up to me'. I didn't know what that meant and anyway, I didn't really want her to spend her allowance on me, so I just told her it wasn't a problem. - Emily - Dad watched me while drinking his coffee. He tried to keep a straight face, but I could clearly see the corner of his mouth curl up in a smile. "What?" I asked, smiling the widest smile I had smiled in weeks. "Oh, nothing." He looked down at his coffee, but no longer tried to hide his smile. I took my foot out of my slipper and started searching for his. "What did you think of that horror movie?" "It was so bad, I almost thought it was a parody, like 'Scary Movie' but less funny," he said and looked at my face again, but every now and then I saw his eyes drop. I quickly checked, but there was nothing wrong with my bathrobe now. "I'm sorry we missed the end," I said, just at the moment our feet touched. I'm not sure what was more amusing, the look of surprise on Daddy's face, or his Adam's apple going up and down several times. "I would have loved to know what happened next," I added, with a smile that I hoped looked mischievous. "Eh... yes, me too." "Oh well, she probably died," I said, and softly rubbed his ankle with my toes. "I ehh.... Do you think so?" "Of course! She slept around. Girls who sleep around always die in horror B-movies." My big toe was touching his calf now. "Right. Right. Well, you'd better not sleep around then." Much to my surprise Daddy actually winked at me. "Nah. One lover will be enough for me." "Thank God for that. Oh, look at the time!" He got up from his chair and took his coffee cup to the kitchen. "You should get dressed, young lady." "I will, when you're gone," I said and walked him to the door. Just before he stepped outside I continued, "Don't forget Daddy, we're going shopping." I got up on my toes and pursed my lips. He got the message, bent down a bit, just enough for me to kiss his cheek. "Bye sweetheart." When he opened his car door, he turned back at me and waved. I quickly blew a kiss, and I saw him turn red again as he disappeared into his car. - Edward - I studied her as she energetically ate her breakfast, wondering how I had missed seeing how attractive she had become. Her black hair against her pale skin was a real contrast that made her face stand out and when she suddenly looked up at me with those deep brown eyes, I tried to hold down a smile, but obviously unsuccessfully, as she asked me what I was smiling at. Her next words made my heart miss a beat, as she started talking about the movie last night. I mumbled some reply, thinking to myself, "ok this is where she is going to bring up what I did last night," and once again, just automatically, looked at Emily's bathrobe. Then just as quickly I caught myself and looked away. What did she mean just now, when she said she was 'sorry she had missed the end' and 'what would have happened next'. Was she talking about the movie or my actions, it was all too confusing. Once again I lost her next comments, as I suddenly felt a bare foot touching my ankle then progressing up my calf. Was my daughter actually playing 'footsie' with me now? I swear she likes to embarrass me and make me blush. The mischievous look on her face told me she was enjoying herself as her toes gently stroked up and down my leg, but I wasn't sure how far she would go. Rather than say anything, I stood up, cleared away my crockery and prepared to leave for work. After pecking me on the cheek as I left, she blew a kiss towards me as I waved and drove off. What's gotten into her, I mused, is it just because it is my birthday or is she trying to tell me she is not annoyed about last night or what? I couldn't fathom out why her normal behavior had changed and what was it she said earlier when she looked directly at me? "One lover will be enough for me." What did that mean? Everything she said this morning seemed to be some sort of riddle for me to solve. Unable to see any sense in the last half hour, I concentrated on driving, keeping in mind that I had to meet her later to go clothes shopping. Whatever next! - Emily - After he drove off, I stayed there at the door for a couple of minutes, enjoying the morning sun. Yesterday was kind of chilly, but it promised to be a beautiful day. A day perfect for summer dresses. Finally I went inside and up to my room to get dressed. Then I made myself useful by picking up the clothes that were still on my bedroom floor, put clean sheets on my bed and on Daddy's bed and cleaned up his bedroom too. It's wasn't really messy; just a couple of books lying around, and I found one of his cufflinks on the floor, which I picked up and dropped into the drawer of his nightstand. Now these are all pretty simple tasks, so I had plenty of time to think of my dad, like why he first played with my boob last night and then suddenly had to go to the bathroom, or why he tried to pretend he hadn't seen my boob, or why he seemed not to feel my toes touching his ankle and calf. "Because he thinks he should be the responsible adult," the little voice in the back of my head said. Oh, right. That made some sort of sense, but how then could I get him to make love to me? The answer didn't come, so turned my focus to something else, Daddy's birthday cake. Not long after that, the cake was in the oven and I went up to the bathroom to shave my legs and in between, and while I was doing that, something bubbled up from the depths of my memory. I wasn't even sure if it was something I heard or something I had read. "A man has both a penis and a brain, but unfortunately not enough blood supply to run both at the same time." Right! That was the answer. If I could get him turned on enough and get more of his blood flowing down, he might just forget that he was supposed to be the responsible adult. Maybe he wouldn't forget, but make a pass at me anyway! The accidental boob flash was a nice try, but what if I did that more often? Would he get used to seeing parts of my body that most fathers don't see and somehow start seeing me less as his child and more as a woman, or would his father instinct be so strong that he would finally tell me to get my act together? I figured there was only one way to find out and why not start doing that while shopping? Happy with my half-baked plan I went downstairs again and spent some time putting birthday decorations up. Next I took the cake out of the oven and left it to cool down. I saw the postman walk by and that reminded me of the package in my drawer. I hadn't even properly looked at it, so I went back to my room, picked up the package and emptied it on my bed. Two sets of handcuffs in plastic wrappers. I ripped one open and the first thing I noticed was that there was no key. A better look at the cuffs revealed a small push button on the side. It was really simple; you could close the cuff around someone's wrist and a single push on the button would unlock it. I tried in on myself by cuffing my wrist to the footboard and could easily free myself, even with the same hand, as long as I had enough slack in the chain. I finally tossed the cuffs back in my drawer and went downstairs again. - Edward - Around lunchtime, I walked out of my office, round the corner towards the large shopping Mall. I couldn't help noticing that the unusually warm, sunny day, seemed to have made all the girl's dresses and skirts shrink. Well at least their length had. A lot of leg was on display as the girls came out of their workplaces for lunch. As I entered the Mall and saw Emily looking into the window of one the clothes shops, a particularly tall and leggy blonde, in a very short tight skirt wiggled her way past me on heels that made her sculptured calves really stand out. She was definitely a 'head turner' and without thinking, I did just that as she passed. The back view was as good as the front, her tight skirt clinging to her shapely bottom leaving little to the imagination. When I turned my head towards Emily, I could see her reflection in the shop window looking directly at me and I am sure I saw a quick frown of annoyance pass over her face before she turned as I called out to her. - Emily - I wasted some time reading an old magazine until it was time to go to the mall. Dad's office is right next to the mall, so I needed more time to get there than he would, but twenty minutes later I was waiting for him, looking in the shop windows. Finally I saw his reflection in the window, but almost immediately my view was blocked by a blonde girl passing in front of him. My first thought was "I wouldn't mind having long legs like hers," but my opinion of her changed quickly as I saw Daddy almost sprain his neck to look at her butt. I was just about to turn around and say something, when he looked back at me and called. "There you are." I turned around and immediately gave him a hug, still annoyed, but at least the blonde was out of sight. "Hi Daddy. Let's go!" I said, grabbed his arm and pulled him into the shop where I buy most of my clothes. "Wait, what exactly are we here for?" "I told you. I need something nice for your party and I want your opinion." "I have no idea how I can be of help, other than by paying." Thank God he grinned when he said that. - Edward - She gave me her normal hug, and led me towards the shop she wanted to look around. I didn't know what I was supposed to say or do, unless it was to pay at the end I thought, with a smile. I like to see her happy and I know she doesn't have much money, so I wouldn't mind if that's the case. I walked round the shop with her as she looked at this and that, acutely aware that I was the only male in the shop, where many of the office girls clearly liked to browse in their lunch hour. After about 15 minutes she had an armful of clothes and made her way to the changing rooms. Well, when I say 'rooms' they were just curtained cubicles and it didn't look like the curtains fitted too well, or that the occupants cared too much either. I stood there, trying to seem relaxed and at ease and to look anywhere but at the changing cubicles where flashes of bare skin and underwear appeared occasionally through the gaps where the curtain met the walls. - Emily - Those of you who have ever gone shopping with a man know that they're hopeless, so I browsed the clothes racks, picking out stuff that I liked and a few things just to tease Daddy. I also got some matching shoes. Then the fashion show started. First I tried on a green dress. Absolutely amazing fabric, but the design of the dress itself was a bit boring. "What do you think Daddy?" I asked, and twirled. "Not bad, but.... I dunno. It makes you look a bit old." Alright, next! Back in the cubicle I put on a tease outfit; a really short leather skirt, low cut top, stockings and platform boots. My reflection in the mirror scared me, but I stepped out anyway. As soon as Dad saw me, horror was clearly visible on his face. "Well?" "Eehhh... I don't know honey. Is that a skirt or a belt?" His hand went up to his collar and he started scratching under it nervously. "Too short?" "I wonder if the people who sell this would let their daughter wear that." "I kind of like the top," I said. Dad didn't respond, but I did see a hint of a nod. "Next?" - Edward - The first dress she tried on was dull and made her look too old, but when she came out for the second time, I hardly recognized her. The shoes she was wearing made her look as though she had grown about three inches and the leather skirt she had chosen hardly covered anything, including the tops of the stockings she had put on. Her low cut top showed quite a bit of her small cleavage and I could clearly see the dark points of her nipples poking at the front of the material. I was at a loss for words and felt my face getting hot at how sexy she looked. I quickly tried to banish those thoughts before any other part of my body took an interest and make sure she knew that I thought it wasn't really an appropriate outfit. She turned and went back into the cubicle again and I'm sure I caught a glimpse of her rounded bottom as the skirt flared out with the motion. Yes, definitely too short! - Emily - Another nod, more clearly now, chased me into the changing booth. I looked at myself in the mirror again. "Jesus Em," I thought to myself, "you look like a streetwalker." But the top was nice. Sexier than I usually wear, showing more cleavage than I thought I had. I changed into a little black dress. They say every woman needs one. I squeezed myself into the dress, but couldn't reach the zipper. I put on black heels and stepped out. "Dad? Can you zip me up?" I asked, as I stepped out and turned my bare back to him. "Eehhh... sure." It took him a while to get the zipper up, but he finally managed it. "Well?" I asked and lost my balance. Edward and Emily Ch. 02 Dad caught me just in time. "I have my doubts about the shoes, but the dress is... ehh... I guess the right word is 'sexy'." "Really?" I looked at myself in one of the mirrors. "The neckline was cut a bit lower than I thought. Do you like it?" Dad looks so cute when he blushes. "What else have you got?" "You've got to unzip me again Dad." I felt his fingers trembling, but he did pull the zipper all the way down. Then, to my surprise, I felt his hand slip into my dress and touch the small of my back. His hand felt like it was on fire on my skin. "There you go," he said, as he softly pushed me in the direction of the changing booth. I smiled at him over my shoulder and was happy to see that he was looking at my bare back. - Edward - She was a little longer this time but eventually she pushed the curtain aside and stepped out, her back turned to me asking me to zip her up. Wow, she had on high heels and was in a figure hugging 'little black dress', the zip at the back completely undone. I took hold of the zipper and as I tried to pull it up, it also pulled the dress away from her back and I was treated to the sight of the top of her white panties sitting on her hips. I realised that was all she was wearing under the dress. I was so close to her, the back of one hand touching her bare lower back holding the zip together, while I struggled to pull the little tag upwards. I don't want to think where my mind was and I didn't expect my hand to shake, but it did. She wobbled on her high heels and I caught her before she fell, my hands on her slim hips, my fingertips touching the line of her panties that I could feel through the thin material. I guess the only word to describe her was 'sexy', and before I knew it the word had left my lips loud and clear. Did I just say that? I called her sexy in a very public place, what will people think, they must know I am her father. Oh God I am blushing again. Of course, she need me to unzip her, and with my fingers still trembling, I pulled the zipper all the way down then almost as a gesture of tenderness, I stroked the back of my hand gently down her bare back, then pushed her towards the cubicle to try on the next item. - Emily - The next outfit was a tease version of what I normally wear, a top and jeans, but the top was cut ridiculously low and the jeans really tight. I had some trouble getting the zipper up and the mirror clearly showed camel-toe. I'm not sure how I managed getting out of the cubicle. I could hardly stand straight, let alone walk. "Oh my God, no!" Dad was clearly shocked. "I believe we agree on this one," I gasped, and waddled back into the booth. Getting that thing off me was a relief. - Edward - I thought I had seen the worst with the short leather skirt, but when she came out this time, she had an a pair of jeans that were so tight I could clearly see a small bulge either side of the central seam where they were pulled up into the space between her legs. I knew what I was seeing, it was unmistakable. I think the look of shock on my face said it all and Emily got the message, scooting back into the cubicle as fast as she could. - Emily - I had only one outfit left to try, the one that I had set my mind on as soon as I saw it; a summer dress, white with little red roses, exposing my back, wide shoulder straps and the twirly skirt just above my knees. I had some matching flat white shoes and when I stepped out of the booth, I saw Daddy's face light up. "That is adorable," he said. "You like it?" I said, and couldn't help adding a giggle. "I love it," Dad said. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. "So we're done?" "I hope so," he said and rolled his eyes. I couldn't help laughing. I turned around to go back into the cubicle, but just before I could make the first step, Dad gave me a pat on the butt. "Go on, take it off so we can pay for it and get out of here." "Take it off? Daddy! You naughty man!" I said, with what I hoped was a devilish grin. "You know what I mean, you silly!" he retorted. "Jeez, kids these days " I couldn't help laughing as I disappeared into the booth. I took the dress off and put it on its hanger. I saw myself in the mirror, wearing only panties, and decided I could work on Daddy's hormones once more. "Dad, can you do me a favour?" I asked, gathering up the tease costumes and the green dress. "Sure honey. What's up?" "Can you put these back?" I asked. I opened the curtain wide enough for him to have a clear view of my naked breasts and handed him the clothes. His jaw dropped and his hand stopped in mid air. - Edward - I looked at my watch, we had been there now for more than half an hour and I was getting a bit restless. The shop assistants had seen me hovering around the changing area and although I was doing nothing wrong, they were giving me odd looks that made me feel a bit uncomfortable. Once more the curtain swished back. This time, she had chosen a pure white dress adorned with small red roses, and as she twirled round, I could see it was very low cut at the back and exposed a lot of her skin. The skirt part ended only just above her knees, thank goodness, but still gave tantalizing glimpsed of her slender legs when she twirled. She looked perfect. She could see straightaway that I liked it, but I told her anyway, glad that it was something more 'normal'. She seemed so happy, that as she scooted back towards the cubicle, I couldn't help just patting her bottom, then instantly regretted it, as I caught the eye of one of the sales assistants. I was just starting to move towards the counter where the cash registers were, as a more 'neutral' place to wait, when I heard her ask me to help her from inside the cubicle. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, until a second later, the curtain opened and Emily stood there trying to hand me some of the clothes she had tried on. What froze me to the spot was that she was naked from the waist up. I just stood there. I just looked. I should have turned my back, but didn't. I couldn't with a sexy, half-naked girl, only two feet away, her pert breasts with hard nipples, pointing at me. I felt my cock engorge and push against the front of my pants. I think the sensations flowing back from my cock straining against my underwear snapped me out of my trance, and I grabbed the clothes she was offering and let them hang in front of me to try to cover my embarrassment. I looked round guiltily, but thankfully I didn't think anyone had noticed what had just happened with my own daughter. - Emily - "Daddy! Take them!" He sort of tried to take the clothes from me, but his eyes were locked on my chest, so I had to push the hangers into his hand. I was pleased to see a bulge forming in his pants. "Thanks Daddy. I'll be out in a minute." I slowly closed the curtain, while he just stood there, staring, not even trying to hide the growing erection. Once the curtain was closed I fist pumped and whispered "Yes!" to myself, and for the first time I wondered how big his dick actually was. I hoped it was not one of those monster cocks you see in porn sometimes, but it clearly wasn't tiny either. I quickly put on my own clothes and when I left the booth, holding the white summer dress and black dress, both with matching footwear. - Edward - I was still standing there, trying to hide my partial erection with the clothes; rationalize the situation, and calm down, when she came out fully dressed and guided me to the right rails, so she could replace the clothes she didn't want. - Emily - "Oh Daddy," I said, took him by the arm and led him to the right racks to put everything back. Every now and then I felt his eyes on my skin. It's odd how you sometimes know someone is looking at you. Finally he said, "The black dress too?" "I'm in doubt. I like it, but you liked the white one better." "I'll tell you what, I've been invited to the wedding reception of a client of mine. He insisted I bring someone. I'll buy you both dresses if you will go with me." "As your date?" I couldn't believe my ears. "If that is how you want to put it," he said and smiled sheepishly. "Deal!" and off we went to the counter. - Edward - She had definitely settled on the white dress, but I also liked her in the 'little black number' too. As she seemed uncertain whether to just buy the white one, I generously offered to buy both dresses for her if she accompanied me to a wedding reception I had been invited to. I didn't expect her to think of it as a 'date, after all I am her father, not a new boyfriend, but I thought it better to just let it pass, and we went off to pay. - Emily - The lady behind the counter smiled as she saw us coming closer. I guess they always smile when they smell money. I put both dresses and the shoes on the counter and we exchanged a few polite words. Dad already had his credit card in his hand while she worked the cash register. She named the total amount, quite a bit higher than I expected and added with a smile, "Apparently your father likes spoiling you." "My father? He's my lover!" I said, trying to keep a straight face. Thank God Dad didn't miss a beat. "And I love spoiling her!" he said, without flinching, and with that he squeezed my butt. The saleslady's smile vanished like frost under the morning sun, and she clearly blushed as she processed Daddy's credit card and bagged my new clothes. Once we were outside, we both burst out laughing and I walked Daddy back to his office arm in arm. When we reached the place where he works I hugged him as much as the bags in my hands would let me, made him promise he would try to be home early and went home. - Edward - In hindsight, I don't know if I was just being generous and kind, or whether I just wanted to see her in that figure hugging dress again and help her zip it up. The feel of her warm bare skin had certainly triggered something not quite right in me and the view she had given me of her bare breasts had done nothing to help my confusion or my erection. While I pondered on these things, Emily had put all her purchases on the counter and I gave the sales assistant my credit card to pay. The saleslady was chatty and gushing over how, as her father, I liked spoiling her by paying for her clothes, when I heard Emily tell her I was her lover! Seeing that she was enjoying herself at the sales assistant's expense, and purely for a bit of fun, I decided to play along. Not only did I confirm Emily's story, but I spontaneously gave her bottom a quick squeeze, in full view of the sales assistant. Now it was the sales assistant's turn to blush. We left the shop arm in arm and burst out laughing together, but I couldn't help wondering Why I had said that? Where did it come from? What am I doing squeezing her bottom? Why didn't she say something? I don't know what is happening here, perhaps it was Emily just having a bit of fun? - Emily - The birthday cake had sufficiently cooled down, so after stuffing myself with some leftover macaroni and cheese I had found in the fridge, I spent some time decorating the cake, followed by some serious ice tea fuelled, couch potato exercise. I finally heard daddy's car pull up. I quickly got up and opened the door for him. "Welcome home, birthday boy," I said and hugged him. "Hey honey," he said and kissed me on the cheek. "Let's put this in the oven to keep it warm." I recognized the white plastic back he was holding as coming from the local Chinese take-away. "Keep it warm? Why don't we eat it right now?" "Because your uncle and aunt aren't here yet, silly." Oh crap, Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Susan! I had totally forgotten they were coming for dinner. "Mind if I take a shower before your aunt and uncle arrive?" daddy said, after he put the food in the oven. "I'd better get changed too." Dad followed me up the stairs, and I am pretty sure he noticed how I wiggled my hips right in front of him. Daddy disappeared into the bathroom, and I went into my own room and put on my new summer dress. - Edward - On the way home that evening, I called into the local Chinese take-away and collected a bag of food for me, Emily, Jimmy my brother and his wife Susan, who would be at the house before the other guests arrived later. I got a birthday hug from Emily when I arrived home, but Jimmy and Susan were not there yet. This was good news, as I wanted to take a shower and change before they arrived, so I put the food in the oven to keep warm. I told her that I needed to take a shower before Jimmy and Susan arrived. She looked at her watch and decided it was time for her to change too, so she headed for the stairs ahead of me. I was right behind her as I followed her. Her bottom, in the usual tight jeans, wiggled mesmerizingly and invitingly in front of my eyes as she climbed the stairs. After the events at the mall, I had to use all my self-control, to not just reach out and touch it. "What are you turning into?" I thought to myself, as we reached the upstairs hallway. Continuing to wiggle her hips provocatively, Emily disappeared into her bedroom as I reached the bathroom. I shut the door of the bathroom, ran the water for the shower and with relief, stripped out of my business suit, shirt and tie and took off the rest of my clothes. Having entered the shower, I relaxed in the warm water that cascaded over my body, washing away the stickiness from the day's exertions. - Emily - As I left my room, I heard the shower running. Normally Daddy sings when he showers, but not this time. I was just about to take my first step down the stairs when I asked myself the same question that I had asked myself in the shop. "I wonder how big his penis is." I looked over my shoulder at the bathroom door. The little red thingy that tells you the door is locked wasn't there. Should I try to have a peek? Would dad be mad if he saw me? I decided it would be worth the risk. I put my hand on the door knob and turned it as slowly as I could. Inch by inch I opened the door until it was open just wide enough for me to see Daddy in all his naked glory. - Edward - For me, taking a shower is a time when you can reflect on the day's happenings in your mind as the water cleanses and soothes your body. As I closed my eyes and lathered my body, my thoughts drifted, and I thought about the shopping I had done with Emi. That had been a strange experience. I believed she was just buying clothes, but it was for all the world as though she just wanted to flirt with me. Since the episode when we were watching TV, when I ended up stroking her breast and provoking her nipple to hardness, I have thought more about her body than I felt I should. Although I was initially embarrassed at what had happened, she doesn't seem to be upset, in fact quite the opposite, she seems to be more into touching and hugging than ever before. When she asked me to help her zip up that sexy black dress she had chosen, it was all I could do to not stroke her bare back openly. I am not sure if she noticed the extra time I took; or the back of my hand on her skin, my shaky fingers, or the reaction of my cock; that I had to hide... - Emily - Oh my God, he looked even better than I had ever imagined. I couldn't believe I was looking at a 45 year old man. His shoulders and chest were broad. He didn't have much chest hair, and it was a mix of dark and a little grey. There was just a hint of a six-pack without looking like he spent hours at the gym; his arm and legs looked strong, but not at all like a body builder. But what really caught my eye was his erect penis. He was holding it in his soapy hand and slowly stroking it. It looked totally different from the penises I had seen in porn clips on the internet, like there was some extra skin near the tip, and it wasn't as big as the porn star monster cocks, maybe... six inches? I watched how he slowly moved his hand along the shaft. I wondered what it would feel like to have his penis in my hand and do it for him, or even take it into my mouth, and immediately wondered where that idea came from. Next I noticed his testicles, swinging back and forth as he stroked his dick. I felt a tingling between my legs and repositioned myself, my back against the wall next to the bathroom door, so that I could touch myself and keep peeking at Daddy at the same time. - Edward - I realised that as I was thinking, my soapy hand had reached my cock and was now slowly stroking a sizeable erection. I was thinking of her and stroking my cock again! This is the second time, what is she doing to me? The sight of her bare breasts, nipples so hard and erect, when she gave me those clothes to put back, just glued me to the spot as though I was paralyzed. I would have loved to have taken them into my mouth and sucked them for her. I continued to stroke my hardness, and felt the tension growing in my balls. As I felt myself building up for an orgasm, I suddenly felt a trickle of cold air suck some of the steam from the shower cubicle. I was sure I had shut the bathroom door, even though I hadn't bothered to lock it as only me and Emily were in the house. - Emily - I started rubbing myself through the cloth of my damp panties, staring at Daddy's hand stroking his cock. Somewhere in the back of my mind I noticed that my motions were completely in sync with Dad's, and when Daddy started stroking faster, I started rubbing myself faster too, as if our hands were connected. I felt the ball of fire again, burning behind my pubic bone, and I slipped my hand into my panties. My clit felt like it was on fire, and I started circling the tip of my finger around it. Daddy kept stroking his cock. He had his eyes closed now and his face raised up, as if he was enjoying the sun. He put his other hand under his balls, lifting them as if the weight bothered him, and started stroking faster and faster. - Edward - While my soapy hand continued to stroke my now rock hard cock, I opened my eyes slightly and caught a slight movement near the door. It was surely open just a crack and someone was moving just outside. It could only be Emily. I was shocked, but I admit, also slightly turned on, to think that my young beautiful daughter was actually spying on me. I was getting close to cumming, and that sensation and the feelings building up in me told me not to stop. I sort of reasoned, probably unwisely, that I was doing nothing wrong. With all the tension about to burst out of me, I persuaded myself that at 19, she must know what she was doing. Knowing she was deliberately watching her own father masturbate, heightened my arousal even more and I stroked faster. I put my other hand under my balls, lifted them and held them tight against my body, pressing my middle finger up against my perineum. - Emily - Right at that moment the doorbell rang, and Daddy opened his eyes and looked directly at me. My feet slipped from under me. I tried to regain my balance, but instead my hand hit the bathroom door, which swung wide open and banged against the wall behind it. I landed on my butt on the floor, struggled up as fast as I could and fled down the stairs "Don't run on the stairs!" I heard Daddy yell. - Edward - Knowing Emily was watching took me the rest of the way. I groaned as I felt my cock pulse and the first jet of cum shot out and hit the shower wall. At the same moment I vaguely heard the doorbell ring. The bathroom door crashed open and I clearly saw Emily, lying on the floor, her skirt round her waist and her hand wedged down her panties. Further loads of cum shot out of my cock as Emi managed to get to her feet, and I heard her beat a hasty retreat down the stairs. Edward and Emily Ch. 02 I couldn't resist shouting for her to not run on the stairs so that she knew I had seen her, and I smiled to myself as the last drops of cum dripped onto the floor of the shower. - Emily - Once downstairs I just stood there trying to catch my breath, then straightened my skirt and opened the door. "Uncle Jimmy! Aunt Susan!" "Hey kiddo!" Uncle said and patted me on the head. "She's not a kid anymore James," Aunt Susan corrected him, and we kissed each other on the cheeks thrice; the triple-kiss that is very common in my country. "She will always be my little niece," Uncle Jimmy said and hugged me. "What's that smell?" "Chinese take-away," I said. "No, something else. Some scent hanging around you. Where's your dad?" "Taking a shower. He'll be down in a minute," I said, as I led them into the living room. "Why is he taking a shower at this time?" "What are you?" Aunt Susan interfered. " 'The Spanish Inquisition'?" "Nobody expects 'The Spanish inquisition'!" Uncle Jimmy said in failed 'Monty Python' imitation. Aunt Susan looked at me, then rolled her eyes. "You aren't sick, are you? You look all red and sweaty." "Yeah, I was, ehhh... doing stuff." "Right, right, doing stuff," Uncle Jimmy said and was rewarded with a punch on the arm from his wife. "Will you excuse me for a minute? I'm going to freshen up a bit," I said. "Sure! We will amuse ourselves," Aunt Susan replied. Just at that moment Daddy entered the room dressed in light trousers and a dark red shirt. He looks so damn good wearing red. There were the inevitable birthday wishes, a bottle of brandy from Uncle Jimmy and I was shocked to see that Aunt Susan kissed Daddy on the mouth, and she obviously enjoyed it. What the hell?! And why was Uncle Jimmy just watching as if it was perfectly normal? Thank God Daddy seemed unnerved and quickly suggested we should eat before the food got cold. - Edward - I dried myself off, added a little aftershave and dressed in the clothes I had prepared earlier in the day. I went downstairs and greeted my brother and his wife who, with a twinkle in her eye kissed me on the mouth and even poked the tip of her tongue between my lips. A little risky, but it felt good. - Emily - Daddy and I went into the kitchen and I asked, "What was that about, with Aunt Susan?" "What do you mean?" "Her kissing you on the mouth." "Yeah, that was weird, wasn't it?" "Uh-huh." I could clearly hear the anger in my own voice, and I wondered why he didn't look at me, but I decided to drop the topic. "Why don't you run up and freshen up," Daddy said. "You look like you've been working out or something." "Really? I wonder why," I thought to myself, but I just said, "Good idea. I'll be right back," and ran upstairs again. - Edward - Emily must have seen Susan kiss me in that way, as she interrogated me about it, but I just sort of shrugged it off. I could see that she was a bit worked up and I knew why, so to save her blushes and further questions, I sent her up to the bathroom to 'freshen up' a little. She seemed to jump at the opportunity and returned in a short while looking composed and 'girly' in that white dress. - Emily - A quick look in the bathroom mirror showed a red and sweaty face, but nothing a wet facecloth couldn't fix. Now I was upstairs anyway, I might just as well change my wet panties. I quickly took them off and just before I dropped them in the hamper, I thought, "Good God, no wonder Uncle Jimmy smelt something." I used the wet facecloth again, and for a moment I considered going commando for the rest of the day, but decided against it. I went to my room, put on clean panties and went downstairs, to find that Daddy had set the table and unpacked all the food. Soon we were working out way through massive amounts of delicious food. Next we had ice cream and coffee and we filled the time with more small talk until more guests arrived; Uncles and Aunts, some of them with offspring, all of them younger than me, and some of Daddy's friends. The evening progressed like any birthday, or at least it may have looked that way for the unaware. In reality I used every opportunity to tease Daddy. When all the guests had arrived I brought the birthday cake in, and instead of just putting it on the table, I walked over to Daddy and bent down far enough for him to blow out the candles without him even having to get up of his chair, but also far enough for him to have a clear view down my dress. He turned red, but looked up at me and smiled. I was pretty sure he got the message now; that I was trying to seduce him. - Edward - We all sat down and enjoyed the meal and then not long after, many other people turned up, relations and friends to wish me 'Happy Birthday', something I would rather just forget each year. Emily played the perfect hostess, bringing drinks and a few 'nibbles' and generally looking after all the guests. I was really proud of her and pleased she had gone to so much trouble. When everyone we expected had arrived, Emily brought out the birthday cake she had made, fortunately without the full number of candles I was entitled to and brought it over to where I was sitting. As she bent down so I could blow out the candles, I found I could see right down the top of her dress and once again, she was not wearing anything else underneath. Her breasts, which I remembered from the shopping expedition, were staring me in the face. Because of the way she was bending and the look she was giving me, I realised that in the midst of all our guests, she was deliberately showing them, just to me. I blush easily and that is what happened, but I couldn't help smiling at her as I blew out and extinguished all the candles making a secret wish in my head that made me blush even more. - Emily - Later that evening I walked into the living room with drinks for some of the guests, when I saw Aunt Susan's hand on Daddy's leg. That bitch! Flirting with my daddy! I was tempted to throw one of the drinks into her face, but of course I didn't. "Daddy, can you give me a hand please?" "Sure, sweetie, what's up?" "Can you help me to get a bowl from the upper shelf?" I hadn't figured out what I would be using the bowl for, but I needed an excuse to let him pick me up. Daddy followed me into the kitchen and I pointed to one of the bowls far out of my reach. "That one!" Daddy stretched his arm, but I stopped him quickly. "No Daddy, I want to take it myself. Can you give me a lift?" "You're a strange girl Emi," Daddy said, and as he was facing me, he bent his knees a bit, and wrapped his arms around my thighs then lifted me up like feather. I arched back a bit, making sure he noticed my boobs, and grabbed the bowl. Then I quickly wrapped my arms around his head, making sure I didn't hit him with the bowl and buried his face between my boobs. "I love you Daddy." I said, "I love you more than anyone else in the whole wide world." Dad loosened his grip on my thighs a bit and let me slide down, until he held me by my butt and he looked me straight in the eyes. "Oh Emi," was all he said. Then he buried his face in my neck and rocked me like he did when I was little. Finally he put me down, kissed me on my forehead and left the kitchen. I didn't use the bowl, but I don't think Dad ever noticed. - Edward - During the evening, Susan was overtly flirting with me and I could see that Emily had noticed and was not happy with the situation. Emily got up and made her way towards the kitchen not looking pleased, and as she passed me, she asked me to go with her and help her to get some bowl or something. I followed her into the kitchen and attempted to reach the bowl she was pointing at. She stopped me and insisted that I lift her up to get it herself. That seemed a bit strange, but aware she was looking a bit annoyed, to please her, I bent my knees, wrapped my arms round her thighs and hoisted her up. She was so light, that it was no effort at all. As I looked up to see that she could reach ok, all I could see was the underside of her breasts straining against the material of her dress. With my arms wrapped around her thighs, just under her bottom, I became aware that I could feel all the contours of her body against me. She then said something I didn't expect. She told me not only did she love me, but more than anyone else in the whole wide world. It was nice to hear, but also a bit 'out of the blue'. Was she trying to say sorry for being a bit moody I wondered? She grabbed the bowl she wanted and I let her slide down the front of me slowly, feeling her body against mine. Her thin dress hid nothing of her womanly curves, as little by little, her hips and soft tummy passed mine, and the gap between her thighs passed inches away from my hardening cock, until her feet finally touched the floor. I swear I didn't deliberately slow the process down, but it seemed to take an age and I ended up with my hands on her bottom. I held her then and put my chin on her head. I think it might only have been a few seconds, but it was heaven. Snapping out of my daydream, I kissed her chastely on her forehead and went back to join the party. - Emily - Some time later I entered the room again with a glass of wine for one of the guests, when I saw Aunt Susan flirt with Daddy again. Now she didn't just have her hand on his leg, but her foot was rubbing his leg too! Dad clearly wasn't too comfortable with it, but I was furious. Uncle Jimmy was just laughing. I felt something snap in my hand and felt a sharp pain. "Dammit!" I shouted. I had crushed the wineglass in my hand. Several people got up, but Aunt Susan was the first to grab my hand. "Come," she said, "to the bathroom. That needs to be cleaned and bandaged." "No, let me," Daddy said. "She's my little girl." Dad wrapped his arm around me and led me to and up the stairs. Blood was dripped all over the floor, but I just felt his arm. He helped me wash the wound, which wasn't very big, but bled impressively. He used the skills he had learned as a medic in the army to bandage my hand. "Oh dear, your dress," he said. I looked down and saw a huge blood stain on the skirt. "Oh dammit. Dammit!" I shouted and started crying. "My beautiful dress! I'm sorry Daddy! It was an accident! And now I've ruined your birthday party!" I tried to take the dress off so I could rinse out the blood, but with one hand in bandage, I simply couldn't. "Emi, Emily! Calm down. It's okay," Daddy said. "Everything is going to be okay. Let me help you." - Edward - The party was going well, I had been drinking steadily as it was my birthday, and I was sitting next to Susan when Emily brought a drink into the room for one of the guests. Susan had been stroking my leg and I have to say it wasn't a bad feeling, when suddenly there was a 'crack' and Emily let out a shriek. Susan jumped up and grabbed Emily's hand. I could see red wine on the floor, but a deeper red on Emily's hand. Susan was going to tend to her injury, but something in me said that I should be the one to take care of her. I just felt I wanted to do it, so I put my arm round her and took her up the stairs to the bathroom. I washed the cut under running water and gently bandaged it up. A small amount of blood goes a long way, and although the wound wasn't very serious, the blood had dripped all over Emi's new white dress and she was distraught. She tried to take her dress off so she could wash the blood out in the basin, but was having difficulty because of her bandaged hand. I got her to calm down a little. I knew I would have to help her. - Emily - Slowly he unbuttoned my dress and helped me out. I suppose he had gotten used to seeing my boobs by now, or his father instinct told him to take care of his child. Whatever the case, he rinsed my dress with cold water and most of the blood came out. "Not bad," he said. "I'll get the rest out too. I have some tricks." Then he turned his attention to me. He wrapped his arms around me, his cheek on the top of my head. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Sort of." He just held me for a while, and I was very aware of his hands on my naked back and my naked breasts pressed against his chest. I loved the warmth of his body, the smell of his aftershave, the confident strength in his arms around me. I could feel the beating of his heart and my face found a warm nest in his neck. Then I felt something press against my lower belly as his cock became semi-erect. In response, my nipples started to go hard too and I felt my breathing change. Suddenly Dad let go of me and said, "I err,....think I had better help you into that other dress and then go downstairs. Errm...okay?" Daddy whispered in a sort of throaty voice. I just nodded, as I knew I couldn't trust my voice. - Edward - I began by unbuttoning her dress and then helped her out of it. I would like to say that my motives were just those of a father looking after his daughter, but I couldn't help glancing at her, now in just her panties and thinking about her body being so close to mine. I rinsed out most of the blood then just turned to Emi and put my arms round her. I could feel she was a little cold, maybe a bit of shock, so I just held her to me. Sometimes my body doesn't do what I want and as I held her, her naked breasts against my thin shirt, my cock decided to make a move. It started to become erect. Aware that we had guests and relatives downstairs, I reluctantly let her go and suggested we find the black dress for her to change into. In her room, I helped her into it, just as I had in the store and she looked just as sexy. - Emily - We went into my room. Daddy managed to find the black dress and held it up for me to step into. When I did, my right breast caressed his face. "One of these days," he said, "I won't be able to control myself, if you go on like that." "Is that a promise?" I giggled. He didn't say a word, but his grin did the talking for him. He pulled the zipper up and helped me with my heels. "Hold me on the stairs, will you," I said. "I don't want to fall and break my neck." He managed to get me down alive, and for a while I was the centre of attention. I still wasn't used to walking on heels and at one time I almost lost my balance again. "Pretend you are walking on your toes," one of my aunts whispered. She was right; it wasn't easy, but at least I could walk. - Edward - I helped her down the stairs in that tight fitting black dress and black heels and we re-joined the party. Everyone thought she looked fantastic and for the rest of the evening, she sat next to me as we chatted to the various guests. - Emily - For the rest of the evening I wasn't allowed to get any refreshment for any of the guests, so I just sat there next to Daddy and chatted. After some time the guests started leaving. Aunt Susan and Uncle Jimmy were the last to leave. I believe Aunt Susan tried to kiss Daddy on the lips again, but he somehow managed to avoid it. When they were gone I kicked my heels off. "Phew, I'm glad it's over," I said. "Me too," Daddy said. "It was fun, but enough is enough. Why don't you go to bed? I'll fill up the dishwasher and go to bed too." "You will have to unzip me again." Dad smiled and made the 'turn around' gesture. He pulled the zipper down and kissed my bare shoulder. "Up you go." - Edward - Eventually, the guests left in ones and twos and just Emi and I were left amongst all the used glasses and crockery. She looked exhausted, so I told her to go to bed and I would clear up a little first and then go to bed myself. She was about to go when she held up her injured hand and asked me to unzip her again. I got her to turn round and in one smooth movement pulled the zipper down and as her bare back came into view, I kissed her bare shoulder. I am sure I felt her shiver as I sent her off to bed. - Emily - Before I could turn around and hug or kiss him, he had started picking up glasses. When I was upstairs I let the dress fall on the floor and sat down on the foot-end of my bed. For a short while I thought about what I should do now; go to bed and hope for the best for tomorrow, or make use of Daddy's current mood? "Oh, what the hell," I thought, stood up, and managed to wriggle myself out of my panties. I opened my drawer, grabbed the handcuffs and walked into Daddy's bedroom naked. An idea popped up in my head and I ran back to my own room, looking around for something I could use. I finally took a pink sock from my drawer and went back to Daddy's room. Within seconds the cuffs were dangling from my wrists. First I cuffed the hand in bandage to the headboard, then I draped the pink sock over my eyes. That would work, I couldn't see a thing. Cuffing the other hand to the headboard was harder, not being able to see, but I managed to do it. Then, the waiting game began. I was propped up against Daddy's headboard, my wrists cuffed to the bed, and with a makeshift blindfold. I tried to imagine what I looked like. I wanted to be as seductive as possible. I crossed my legs a little, one knee up, and bit my lower lip. I had read somewhere that men find that sexy. - Edward - I put all the glasses and crockery in the dishwasher, cleaned up as best I could and decided to leave everything else until the morning. I had heard no noise for a while upstairs, so I assumed Emily had gone to bed, so I quietly trudged up the stairs. As I reached the top, I saw that the light was on in my bedroom and the door wide open. I didn't remember leaving it like that. I approached the door and looked inside. I couldn't believe my eyes. On my bed was Emily. Totally naked. Her hands handcuffed to the top of the bed, using those fluffy pink handcuffs I had found in the package she had ordered. She had placed something pink over her eyes to act as a blindfold. She was lying there like a sexy, sensuous, feline, the slit of her shaved pussy disappearing invitingly between her legs. - Emily - Seconds seem to last for hours when you are waiting, but finally, I heard Daddy's footsteps on the stairs. He stopped right at the door threshold, and I could clearly hear him hold his breath. - Edward - This was no daydream or imagined picture in my mind, and as my cock grew and pressed against my pants, I didn't know what line I was crossing, or what I was going to do as I entered the room. Then she spoke... - Emily - I bit my lower lip again, and said, "Happy birthday, Daddy. I told you I would have a present for you." Edward and Emily Ch. 03 This is the third chapter of a fictitious story. The characters in this story are all over 18 years old. They are based on real people, but I have changed most of the names and in some cases their appearance. The events in this story never happened, with exception of some of the minor ones. Special thanks to my friend Pete_L, for his invaluable help in turning this story into something much better than what it was. ***** - What happened before - After Emily found out that she is sexually attracted to her father, she started flirting with him. Her father Edward is not insensitive to her advances, and en evening of watching a movie on TV together turns into Edward caressing his daughter breast and finally in Edward and Emily masturbating independently, leaving Edward highly confused and Emily more determined than ever to become her daddy's lover. On Edward's birthday Emily brings flirting to a new level, showing more of her skin to Edward than most fathers ever dream to see. Finally she surprises Edward by waiting for him in his bedroom, cuffed naked to the headboard of his bed. ----- - Emily - It felt like Daddy stood there forever, staring. He didn't say a word. My heart was racing, and for a brief moment I thought I had made the biggest mistake in my life. Then, after what felt like five minutes, but couldn't have been more than ten seconds, I heard his footsteps come closer. He sat down on the bed to my left and I felt his warm hand on my right hip. He just sat there for a while and I assumed he just looked at me, wondering what to do next. Finally I felt his other hand on the side of my face, his thumb caressing my cheekbone. I felt his weight shift as he took my face between his hands and kissed me. It was a kiss that took my breath away, the tenderest kiss I could ever imagine. He withdrew his lips from mine and whispered, "Are you sure you want to do this?" I wanted to say that I had never been so sure about anything in my whole life, but I knew my voice would fail if I tried to, so I just nodded. - Edward - All that had happened over the last couple of weeks flashed through my mind as I crossed, not only the threshold of the room, but crossed another line, between being just a normal caring father and being...well, something else entirely, that I hadn't quite worked out yet. I understood now what all the teasing had been for and why she hadn't been cross when I had absent-mindedly stroked her breast and nipple that time on the couch. The clothes expedition, exposing herself to me 'accidentally' and later watching me when I was in the shower, it all made sense now. It seemed I was moving in slow motion towards her as I processed these revelations. I took in more of the sight before me as I got closer to Emily. I focused on her face first and saw that the material draped over her eyes, was in fact one of her pink socks that almost matched the pink fur around the handcuffs securing her wrists to the bedhead. They both contrasted with her long black hair that was spread across the pillow. It was strange for her to have covered her eyes like that, but I was a little glad that she had. My feelings were so mixed up that I am not sure I could have looked into them just at that moment. My eyes roamed down her neck and shoulder to where her naked, white breasts, her nipples not yet erect, pointed towards the ceiling. The quick glimpses I had seen were nothing to seeing them now, slightly pushed upwards by the angle of her arms fastened to the bed. They matched her slim body in perfect proportion. My cock was reacting as it was designed to do when such an erotic sight reaches a man's brain and I didn't try to stop it. I reached the bed and sat down on one side, watching her breasts rise and fall with her breathing. As I tentatively put my hand on the hip farthest from me, I moved my gaze further down, over her flat stomach, past her small belly button and onto the smooth mound that led my eye directly to where her legs joined and the lips of her pussy began. I was a bit surprised that there was no hair there to hide the womanly lips that I could plainly see, somehow it made it even more erotic to see her exposed so fully to me. I did the only thing I could think of at that moment to show her that I loved her. I moved my hands to either side of her face, holding her head lightly between them and lowered my lips slowly to meet hers. As I gently kissed her in a way I had never done before, I felt something like a small electric current pass between us that left me trembling slightly. Knowing that I was losing any will to stop and walk away, I asked her if she was sure this was what she wanted, but she only responded with a nod. - Emily - The pink sock, the makeshift blindfold fell, but I kept my eyes closed. Daddy picked up the sock and draped it over my eyes again. The he did something that made a familiar sound, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. "Lift your head a bit," he said. He put something around my head, over the pink sock and then tightened it. Not too tight, not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to keep the sock in place. "There, that's better." I didn't know what to say and just bit my lip again. "You look so damn cute when you do that," Daddy said. He put his left hand on my shoulder and then caressed the full length of my arm, to finally stop when he had reached the handcuff. He slid his finger between the handcuff and my wrist, as if he wanted to make sure it wasn't too tight. Then his hand started sliding back again, along the other side of my arm to my armpit, down the side of my chest, my waistline and my hip. "If I...eerrm," Daddy started half whispering, "When I do something you don't want, or if you change your mind, you must tell me to stop, okay?" Then his lips lightly brushed mine, briefly, before he kissed me, his hand in my neck, his other hand sliding down to my breast. I had goose bumps all over my body, but not from the cold. As he softly kneaded my breast, our kiss became less tender and more passionate. My lips parted first, my tongue was the first one to search for his, but when our tongues touched Daddy took over the initiative. The tip of his tongue lightly touched the tip of mine, but he withdrew from me. I tried to kiss him again, but there was nothing but air. "Kiss me Daddy," I whispered. "Do you want me to take those cuffs off of you?" he asked. "No!" I responded immediately and shook my head. "Are you sure?" "Shut up Daddy and kiss me," I said, and he did just that. - Edward - As she nodded her assent, the pink sock she was using as a blindfold fell to one side, but she kept her eyes tight shut. I quickly replaced it, as it seemed as though it was some sort of token of her trust in me that she didn't need to see what I was doing. I could see that it was balanced precariously over her eyes, so wanting to preserve that false sense of anonymity she had created, I quickly removed my necktie; put it under her head, over her sock, and tied it firmly but gently so it wouldn't slip off again. She did that thing then, biting her lower lip which makes her look so sexy and defenseless, that I feel I want to protect her and make love to her all in one emotion. I raised my hand to her shoulder and caressed it, then stroked my hand slowly up her smooth, slim arm to where the furry, pink handcuff secured her wrist. Surreptitiously I hoped, I let my finger check that the cuff was not tight enough to hurt her bandaged hand, then ran my hand down the other side of her arm, down her side to her hip marveling at how warm her skin was despite the fact that she was naked. Although all of this was of her making, I loved and cared about her as much if not more now than I always had, and still wanted her to have a way out of the situation if she changed her mind or became uncomfortable with anything I did. I made sure she understood that she could stop this at any time if she changed her mind or became uncomfortable with anything I did. I think on reflection, that it was me who might change his mind, as I knew once I went any further, that nothing would ever be the same again between us. I kissed her again, longer this time, one hand supporting her neck and the other moving down to stroke her breast. She surprised me again as her tongue pushed between my lips and found mine. My heart rate increased as our tongues slid over one another and I caressed her breast and nipple more firmly in response. I pressed my tongue into Emily's mouth and was rewarded by Emily sucking gently on it as I moved it over her tongue. My cock was now very hard and pressing uncomfortably against my clothes. I moved my body and used one hand to re-arrange my cock to a more comfortable position, breaking our kiss as I did so. I thought she might want the cuffs removed now, as they seem to have played their part, but she insisted they should stay on, shaking her head when I asked. - Emily - Our tongues found each other again, but this time it was not just a short touch. The tip of his tongue slowly swirled around mine, and then he pulled me close, one hand on the small of my back, the other higher up supporting my shoulders, our tongues intertwining together, like two dolphins playing together in breaking waves. I felt the urge to wrap my arms around him and for a moment I regretted the handcuffs, but all regrets disappeared when he withdrew his tongue and softly kissed my neck, just below my ear. Kiss after kiss he slowly worked his way down my neck to my shoulder, my collar bone, down my chest bone. By the time he had reached my right breast, my nipples were erect, and my heart was pounding like crazy. I moaned when he took my nipple in his mouth. He softly sucked on it and I felt butterflies in my stomach and a tingle between my legs. His hands were softly caressing my sides. Slowly his lips moved to my left breast and his left hand to the other. When he took my nipple in his mouth and the other one between his thumb and index finger, the tingle between my legs changed into a yearning emptiness. "Oh Daddy," I whispered. "I have been dreaming about this for so long." He didn't respond immediately, but finally said, "This isn't a dream anymore. Or maybe it is." "I love you Daddy." He didn't respond, but started kissing the underside of my boob instead. His hands were now caressing my hips and his kisses went lower. When his lips reached my belly-button, he drew circles around it with the tip of his tongue. Then he sat upright, and I assume he was looking at me. - Edward - I kissed her again, but this time our tongues didn't hesitate to caress each other, taking away any thought of stopping. As they danced, first in my mouth and then into hers, it was as though it had been rehearsed. I could feel that that the head of my cock was wet with pre-cum and the sexual tension was climbing along with my heart rate. I broke the kiss and planted another one on her neck, gradually moving down her body kissing all the skin I came into contact with, until I reached her right breast. There I stopped and gently placed my lips around her erect nipple and sucked it into my mouth. Slowly I swirled it around, with my tongue, pressing it lightly against my teeth. Moving across to do the same to her left breast. I moved my left hand to the wet nipple I had just left and squeezed it gently, stretched it slightly and then ran my palm over it as I continued to give her left breast the same treatment with my tongue and lips. She told me then in a quiet whisper that she had been dreaming about this for a long time. I had not understood what had been going through her mind, I had never dreamed that this was what she wanted. Now that it was happening, I wasn't actually sure whether it was a dream or not. As I kissed around and under her breast, it felt very real, and as I moved lower, kissing her flat tummy and running my tongue around the outside of her belly button, I decided to take a chance of making it even more erotic for us both... - Emily - He got up from the bed and I heard that door open and close again. I heard him walk to the foot end of the bed. Suddenly, I felt his hands around my ankles and he pulled me down. A high pitched "Aieeeee!" escaped from my mouth. "Did I hurt you?" Daddy asked with a clear undertone of concern in his voice. "No Daddy, I was just surprised." Daddy chuckled. "Isn't that the point of a blindfold?" I just smiled, but it occurred to me that he was wrong. I now understood why I had covered my eyes; eye contact. I knew that if I had eye contact with Daddy now, I would suddenly see him as my daddy and not as the attractive man that he is. He took my left foot in his hand and softly, but resolutely pulled my leg sideways. Then he tied something around my ankle, something strong but soft at the same time. Not a rope in any case. Whatever it was, he tied the other end of it to the foot end of the bed. "You remember what I said, don't you? About telling me to stop?" "Uh-huh." I felt a bit silly lying with my arms and one leg tied down, but I would be damned if I stopped it now. "I mean it Em. You can stop whatever I'm doing just by saying so." I just smiled, and finally he took my other foot and tied it to the foot end, leaving me spread-eagled. With both my feet tied to the foot end and the chains of the hand cuffs stretched to their full length, there was no way I could release myself, but that was exactly what I wanted. This is why I had put on the handcuffs in the first place, because I wanted Daddy to take care of me. Not being able to do anything meant not having to do anything. I put my entire existence in the hands of the only man I trusted completely. I expected him to get on the bed between my legs, but he didn't. Instead he sat down next to me again, on my right side this time. He touched my face again, but this time his thumb touched my lips. Without thinking I opened my mouth and took the top of his thumb between my lips. He pushed his thumb a bit deeper and I started sucking it. I still have no idea why, but it was the most erotic thing I had ever done. After a few seconds he took his thumb out again and his hand started wandering down. I heard someone pant, and it took a while until I understood it was me. Daddy's hand softly touched my neck, went down to my shoulder and breast, softly circled my belly, and then went up again on the other side of my body. My nipples were so hard that it almost hurt, and I was sure I was making a wet spot on Daddy's bed. When his hand had reached my neck, it went down again, but this time he didn't draw circles on my belly. His hand went on to the soft mound above my pussy and even further. "I had no idea you shaved," Daddy said. "Do you like it?" "You're so soft," he whispered. His fingers found the slit between my pussy lips, and slowly motioned up and down. I could feel my own wetness lubricate his fingers, and the familiar fiery ball was there again behind my pubic bone. I imagined my pussy was red and swollen, gaping open and ready for Daddy. When he touched my clit, I made a sound, a strange mix of a gasp and a whimper. He softly drew small circles around my clit with his fingertip, while his other hand caressed my breasts. I wanted to take his penis in my hand, but the handcuffs prevented me from doing so. Daddy's finger now directly touched my clit, tickling and flicking it. The ball became bigger and hotter and was ready to explode. Then Daddy took his hand away. "Not yet Honey. Breathe. Breathe for Daddy." I breathed, but could almost cry. "Daddy, please." "Ssshhhh. It's going to be alright sweetheart," Daddy said, and I knew he was right. The ball got smaller and smaller, but didn't disappear, and my breathing slowed down. After a short while Daddy started to touch me again, his fingers softly rubbing the inside of my pussy lips. This time he didn't touch my clit, but his fingers found my vagina instead. "Wow, you're wet," Daddy said. I just bit my lip again. What else could I do? - Edward - I got up from the bed and quickly went to my wardrobe. Taking two more neckties from inside, I went round to the foot of the bed and taking hold of Emily's ankles, pulled her down the bed, leaving her arms at full stretch. I know it startled her, as she let out a short shriek and for a moment I thought I had hurt her, but she said she was fine so I carried on with my idea. I gently pulled her legs apart, tying each ankle to the corners of the bed so that she was then spread-eagled on it and unable to move. I stood there for a moment, looking at the sensual sight in front of me, a wash of emotion and love coursing through me, my erection still pressing a large tent in the front of my pants Seeing my beautiful daughter lying there vulnerable and so sexy, her pussy lips pulled slightly open and glistening with moisture, it was tempting to just take off my clothes, get onto the bed between her open legs and make love to her, as I now knew she wanted. Perhaps I wanted to savor the moment longer, or maybe I wanted Emily to experience and have a deeper understanding of the love I have for her. Whatever it was, something held me back and I went back to sitting on the side of the bed next to her. I sat and looked at her face for a moment, the blindfold over her eyes and her lips just slightly apart. I brushed her lips lightly with my thumb and was surprised when she opened her mouth a little, inviting me to put my thumb inside. I pressed the tip inside and she immediately began to suck on it, like she would a miniature penis. She tickled it with her tongue then sucked on it a little harder. I imagined what it might be like if her lips were wrapped around the head of my straining cock and it sent delicious sensations down my body, making my cock pulse in the confines of my pants. I moved my hand away and my thumb came out of her mouth with an audible 'plop', as she was sucking it so hard. I stroked down the side of her body, over her breast down to her tummy and back up the other side. Hearing Emily's breathing change, becoming more rapid, I continued down again, completing the circle to her tummy, but then moved my hand down over her mound, cupping it in my palm. I had already noticed that she shaved her pussy, but the feel of it was yet another surprise for me. It was so soft. My mouth was dry as I told her in a low whisper how sexy it felt to me. With my hand in that position, I let my middle finger slide between her outer pussy lips. Oh, she was so wet that my finger was instantly covered in her slippery juices. I moved my hand slowly up and down, my finger tracing a wet line when it slid over her clit and emerged out of the top of her slit. I looked down at what I was doing and gently pushed my finger back down and found her clit protruding from between her lips, the hood was already retracted and the very sensitive, pink head, just asking to be touched. I used her wetness to lubricate my finger as I rubbed it over the head. Emily whimpered and gasped. She moved her hips up slightly and I took that as a cue to move my finger up and down and round her clit a little faster. She was breathing fast now and with such short breaths, just like her mother used to do when she was about to cum. I knew she was building up towards her orgasm. I wanted to prolong her pleasure and make it more intense for her, so I took my hand away and told her to breathe. She begged me to continue, but I didn't touch her until her breathing had slowed down. After perhaps only a minute, she had calmed down a little and once again I put my hand down between her legs. This time, I ran three of my fingers lower down her pussy, opening the puffy outer lips with the two outer fingers and stroking the pink inner lips with my middle finger. I could smell the sweet scent of her arousal and feel the trickle of wetness coating all my fingers. As I moved my fingers further down between her lips, the tip of my middle finger found her wet entrance. Emily squirmed and sexily bit her lower lip. Edward and Emily Ch. 03 - Emily - His finger started probing me, just the tip of his finger, no more than to the first knuckle. It was as if he was afraid to go any deeper. Finally I understood what he was doing. "It's not there anymore Daddy," I said. "What?" "My hymen. I tore it." "You tore it?" "With a hairbrush." Daddy didn't respond immediately, but instead slowly pushed his finger a little further, causing me to inhale deeply. "A hairbrush," Daddy said, more to himself than to me, and slowly started fingering me. He clearly knew what he was doing, slowly sliding his finger in and out, then speeding up, and finally syncing his movement to the movements of my pelvis. The ball of fire was growing again. It seemed bigger and hotter than I had ever experienced. I was soaking wet and he could easily slide another finger in. With two fingers he started working my G-spot, while his thumb softly rubbed my clit. My breathing turned into gasping, my heart rate went through the roof. Just when the ball was about to explode, Daddy pulled his fingers out. "Breathe Emi. Breathe," he said. "Dammit Daddy, what are you doing?" I cried. "Don't stop now!" "Sssshhhh," was all the sound he made, and with his left hand he stroked my hair. I felt tears trickle down on my cheeks. "Daddy please," I begged and the ball started shrinking. - Edward - When I found the entrance to her center, I gently pushed the tip of my finger just a small way inside. She was tight, and I was sure that Emily would be a virgin so I didn't want to hurt her by being too forceful and I didn't like to just ask her so I moved it around feeling to see if her hymen was there. I think Emily must have felt how cautiously I was touching her and came to the rescue, telling me how she had broken her hymen herself and I was not to worry about it. Knowing then that it would be pleasure and not pain I would give her, I pushed my finger further in. Even though she was soaking wet in there, her vagina hugged my finger like a velvet glove. I started to slowly finger-fuck her with long and deep strokes, pulling my finger almost out and then as deep as it would go. Emily started to move her hips up and down to meet my in-strokes, making little noises, as once more her breathing accelerated. I let her keep the timing and as she moved more and more forcefully, I carefully slipped another finger alongside the first one inside her and continued to slide them in and out in time with her movements. With my other hand, I rubbed my aching cock through my pants in synchronization with her. She was getting close again as I increased the sensations by rubbing her clit with my thumb and curling my fingers inside to find that slightly rough area, her g-spot, that would push her right to the edge. Within seconds, I judged that only a few more thrusts would make her cum and I quickly withdrew my fingers leaving her hips moving against thin air. Tears of frustration ran down her cheeks as she begged me not to stop. I 'shushed' her, stroking her hair and kissing her salty tears. I wasn't doing it to be cruel. I knew what I was I was going to do. - Emily - He didn't respond, but kissed the tears away. He got up from the bed and I heard the rustle of fabric and something falling on the floor; two thumps in the corner, the unmistakable "rrrrtsh" of a zipper. More rustling and falling sounds. I couldn't see a thing, but in my mind I could clearly picture Daddy standing naked next to the bed, with a massive erection, looking down on me. I expected him to lie down on top of me and fuck me, or maybe kneel down on the bed next to me and push his dick into my mouth, and I would have been happy to take his seed either way, but none of that happened. Instead, I felt his weight on the mattress between my knees, and he gently shoved his hands under my butt. His strong hands lifted my butt up, and a soft flow of warm air tickled my pussy, and immediately the fireball was back. Oh my God, was he going to kiss me down there? Another flow of air, this time directly on my clit, almost made me lose my mind, but it was nothing compared to the soft kiss on my inner pussy lips. When he started to lick my pussy, in slow strokes from my vagina to my clit, I had no choice but to rock my pelvis in his hands. Again and again he used his tongue on me. Then he kissed my clit, and sucked on it ever so gently. The ball of fire pulsated, hotter than the sun. I was breathing faster than ever before, and my heart tried to escape from my chest. Daddy's lips let go of my clit and suddenly his tongue was inside me, fucking me, as deep as his tongue would go. That is when the atomic bomb went off behind my pelvis. My head snapped back and the world went white. I arched my back and I heard myself scream. My legs struggled and tried to wrap themselves around Daddy's neck, but couldn't. My arms yanked the handcuffs. Lightning bolt after lightning bolt exploded from between my legs and rushed through my body in the most incredible orgasm I could ever have imagined. When the lighting faded and I could breathe again, I felt something press on my pelvis. Daddy. Daddy was straddling me. I felt some fast, rhythmic movement and heard Daddy panting fast. Then, without warning, he moaned loudly, and something warm and wet fell on my chest. After a few seconds Daddy fell forward, his face in my neck, and he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me as if he never wanted to let go of me. His breathing was fast and hot, and almost sounded like crying, but after some time slowed down. - Edward - I got up from the bed and stood next to the wardrobe. I kicked off my shoes, unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor. It was a relief to feel my cock that had been so restrained now able to push only against the front of my boxers. I stripped off my shirt and socks and finally pulled my boxers down and stepped out of them, now totally naked. I walked back to the bed, my cock sticking out in front, pre-cum oozing from the slit in its purple head. I stood for a moment just looking at Emily lying there naked and waiting. Her pussy lips invitingly open and swollen and wondered what it would be like to put my cock between them and push inside her tight vagina. I absently stroked my cock as the thoughts passed through my mind causing more pre-cum to drip onto the bed. I climbed onto the bed between Emily's thighs, my cock now only a foot away from her inviting pussy. I wanted this to be for Emily to show her how much I loved her and, not just for me. So instead of doing what my lower brain was urging me to do, I reached forward putting my hands under her bottom, then leaned forward and blew warm air onto her open pussy and clit. Then I made contact with her pussy lips with my own, kissing her there as I had her face. I ran my tongue up between them from bottom to top several times licking the inside of her pussy lips. I touched my tongue to her entrance and then ran it up to her clit. Round her clit it went, flicking it from side to side and top to bottom. I took her erect clit inside my mouth like a nipple and sucked on it, nibbling it gently as my tongue ran circles round it. Emily pushed her hips up at me as I licked and sucked her. Her movements were getting wilder, her breathing back to short sharp pants. I lifted her bottom a little higher and licking down, inserted my tongue inside her. I pushed it as far as I could inside, my nose buried between her lips and my tongue tasting her fresh, slightly sweet, juices. I licked in and out as I felt her vaginal muscles start to quiver and contract. Her back arched and she let out a loud scream as she finally went over the edge into what I hoped was a mind blowing orgasm. She continued to buck her hips and thrash about a little as I quickly moved to put my legs either side of her hips, straddling her. I took my rock hard cock in my hand and stroked my foreskin up and down rapidly, my eyes closed and my head thrown back. I was so aroused by then, that it was only a few seconds until the first spurt of warm cum shot from my cock and landed on Emily's breasts. I groaned and kept stroking as several more white strings followed the first, patterning her breasts and nipples with my seed. As my orgasm ramped down, I leaned forward on top of Emily, burying my face in her neck and wrapped my arms around her slim body, holding her against me as my breathing slowly returned to normal. - Emily - "Daddy," I whispered, "you have to untie me Daddy." Daddy sighed, held me for a few seconds more, but then got off me and sat next to me on the bed. He un-cuffed my wrists and I took off the improvised blindfold myself. "A necktie?" I said surprised. "I couldn't think of anything better." I looked at my feet. Two more neckties. "Now I know what to get you for Father's Day," I said, and grinned. Daddy's face was bright red and he didn't look me in the eyes. Instead he started untying my legs. I looked at my chest. Big blobs of thick milky white stuff were all over my boobs. I touched one with my finger and smelled it. It had a strange smell, like grass mixed with walnuts, but not unpleasant. On an impulse I licked a large drop from my finger. Warm seawater. My feet were free again and Dad looked at my chest. "I guess we should take a shower," he said. "No Daddy. We'll just let it dry. Come and hold me." He hesitated for a second, then turned and entered the bathroom. A few seconds later he was back with a handful of toilet paper. He wiped the cum off my chest. "You'd better clean that up too Daddy," I said, looking at the drip dangling from his now flaccid penis. "Oh, right." Daddy turned and went back to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush at the moment I got between the sheets. When daddy re-entered the room, he stopped and looked at me. Then he pulled up the sheet to cover my boobs and lay down next to me. I turned towards him and laid my head on his chest and my hand on his belly. He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arm around me. Five seconds later I was asleep. - Edward - I am not sure if I dozed for a few seconds, or was so lost in my thoughts of what we had just done as I lay there holding her, but I was brought back to reality by Emily asking me to release her hands and ankles from the restraints. She was grinning at the neckties I had used to secure her ankles, but I was finding it difficult to even look her in the eye. What could I say to her? My feelings were all mixed up at that moment. We were both naked; Emily's breasts were covered in my cum, and from this angle, I could see that her pussy was red and swollen from the stimulation I had given her, what could I say? I felt my face burning with...what? Guilt? Embarrassment? Fear that life would now change and I might lose the person I loved the most? Excitement that she would want more? Sadness or relief, that it might just be a onetime thing? I had only been able to stop myself from putting my cock inside her by the real fear that I might hurt her or make her pregnant. It had been a hard struggle between mind and body, but the mind had won and that's why I chose to ejaculate over her. As I untied her, all these thoughts were passing through my head and I didn't know what to think. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Emily taste a small drop of my cum that she had scooped up with her finger. That was so sexy, that despite the turmoil in my head, it set my mind and pulse racing again. Eventually, I had to look at her and seeing how much cum was on her breasts, I thought maybe we could shower and clean ourselves, but she didn't seem to want to move. Nevertheless, I did get some toilet paper and wiped as much cum as I could from her breasts. I went back to the bathroom and cleaned myself too, then returned to find Emily had snuggled down under the sheets with just her breasts showing. In a fatherly way, I pulled the bedcovers up to cover her and lay down on the bed next to her. I felt her turn towards me and put her head on my chest and her warm hand on my belly. I put my arm protectively around her and we fell asleep together. Edward and Mrs Milf A very hot, brightly moonlit night, filled with the music of cicadas. A holiday villa on a hillside, somewhere in the south of France. A pool behind the house. In the pool, Edward, nineteen years old, leaning against the side, naked. He looked up at the stars and thought about his girlfriend, Becky. Mum and Dad had let him invite Becky to join him for the first half of their French summer holiday at the villa. She had flown back to England that morning, after a heady week of sunshine, mutual infatuation and sex. They had let him and Becky share a bed, no question. You're both over eighteen, Mum had said, what's the problem? Your Dad and I were married when we were your age. Becky, did you know I had Edward when I was only nineteen? Stop embarrassing me, Mum, he had said. And Becky had smiled prettily and squeezed his hand. Even that had got him hard. Becky and he needed a long walk in the old orchard after that, culminating in one of her exquisite blowjobs in the shelter of large, gnarled tree. Mum had grinned knowingly when they returned to the house for supper. Edward felt the beginnings of an erection again. Images of Becky filled his thoughts. Her English-rose prettiness. Her clear, delicate skin. Her wide, generous smile. The subtle mischief in her eyes. The gentle kindness that endeared her to everyone she met. The sumptuous curves of her classic hourglass figure. And her gloriously boundless appetite for joyful, uncomplicated, energetic sex. No hang-ups, nothing especially kinky or adventurous either; sex just seemed to come naturally to Becky, and Edward seriously considered himself to be the luckiest guy in the world, as Becky had chosen him to keep that appetite fulfilled. Every night, without fail, she would be pulling at his clothes as soon as the bedroom door was closed. Every morning, again without fail, she would start touching his cock as soon as they were both awake. If Mum and Dad went out for the afternoon, he and Becky would be upstairs in their bedroom before the car was off the driveway. The blowjobs in the orchard. The mutual masturbation under the water at the crowded beach. Yes, yes, yes ... He was getting very hard indeed now. The water in the pool retained the heat of the day, seemed to be almost at body temperature. As Edward's cock pulsed and grew, it pushed into that warm wetness. He felt as if he could fuck the whole world. He heard light footsteps on the paving behind him. Bare feet. Female. For a second the thought flickered through his mind that Becky, miraculously, might have come back. No, impossible; she had called him from the airport in England when she landed. Then he heard his mother's voice, softly, close behind him. "Too hot to sleep, isn't it, Eddie?" A moment of panic, then he realised that even in the moonlight there was no way she could see through the water to his nakedness and arousal. "Er ... yeah Mum, I just thought I'd come out here to cool down a bit, you know?" "What's the water like?" "It's really nice. Still quite warm actually, but cool enough to cool down." Ah, he thought, was that the right thing to say? That's not going to get rid of her. She sat down on the edge of the pool. Her petite form was engulfed in an outsize white t shirt. "Do you mind if I join you?" she asked. "Er ... Mum ... I'm ... er ... I'm not wearing anything ..." "That's OK, neither am I under this - and anyway it's dark!" With a swift movement she pulled the t shirt off over her heard and slipped into the water. Edward glimpsed her small, pale body for a split second, then the water closed over it. She glided under water to the other side of the pool, where her head popped up. She pushed dark strands of wet hair out of her face. "Mmm, you're right, Eddie, it's lovely in here. And look at the moon! Amazing!" Edward smiled to himself at his mother's unquenchable - sometimes slightly wearing - enthusiasm for life and the world. They stood at opposite sides of the pool for a while, not saying anything. To Edward's surprise, his erection had not subsided in the slightest since his mother had joined him. If anything, it was straining even more. He just needed it to go down before he got out of the pool. Easier to cover up, then. Maybe a bit of mundane conversation would help. "Er ... Mum ... thanks again for letting me bring Becky here this past week. She really enjoyed herself. It was really kind of you and Dad. Thanks." "Oh, my dear, you and she are more than welcome. It was an absolute pleasure having her here. She is such a lovely, lovely girl. So sweet, so kind and clever and funny. We loved having her around." "Thanks Mum, it was great, really." He should have realised that talk of Becky was not going to get rid of the erection, quite the opposite. "You miss her, don't you Eddie? I can tell." "Mum?" How could she tell? Could she really see through the water to his hard-on? "Oh come on, Eddie, ever since we took her to the airport you've been lost in a world of your own. I can see you're really pining for her. It's only natural, darling. I think it's lovely. She's so nice, and the two of you are obviously crazy about each other. It was good to have some young love around the house." A strange turn of phrase, Edward thought. And to his surprise, there was a tiny tinge of sadness in her voice. He knew that her relentless upbeat cheerfulness must sometimes conceal darker and more difficult things. If they were starting to show through, they must be serious. "Mum ... are you OK?" She started swimming, with a lazy breast stroke and her head out of the water, in slow circles, keeping to her own half of the pool. "Of course I'm OK, Eddie, sweetheart. It's just ..." "Just what, Mum?" "Oh, I don't know, I suppose seeing you and Becky so happy, so engrossed in each other, reminded me of your Dad and me at your age. That absolute infatuation, wanting to be together every second, always looking into each other's eyes, wanting to hold each other, touch each other, all the time. It was beautiful to see." Under normal circumstances Edward would have been mortified with embarrassment by this point. But the darkness, the moonlight, the water, his and his mother's nakedness all made for such an unreal setting that he felt a certain freedom in what he could say to her. "But you and Dad are OK, right Mum? I mean, you seem OK to me?" "Your father, Eddie, is the most wonderful man in the world. He is kind, loyal, loving ... he has worked hard and made great sacrifices for us. I know he would lay down his life for you and me. As I would for you and him, of course." Her voice was still sad. "Eddie," she said, "do your friends still fancy me?" The question threw him completely. It was true that, throughout his teenage years, his unusually young and noticeably beautiful mother had been an object of desire for all the boys he knew. They'd all want to visit his house on hot sunny days when there was a chance of seeing Ed's mum sunbathing in the garden. And in more recent years this had not stopped, just extended into other areas of life. The local lads looked her up and down appreciatively when they saw her in the pub with his Dad. He had heard mutterings and sniggerings about "Mrs Milf". One or two had even brazenly approached her to buy her drinks - always politely refused. So yes, he thought, my friends still fancy you, Mum, but why the fuck are you asking me this? And, he thought to himself, why the fuck have I still got an erection? He said nothing. "I mean," she continued, "not wanting to be arrogant or anything, but I'm only 38, I think I'm in decent shape, I know I'm not ugly ... do you think I could still be desired, Eddie?" "Mum ... hang on ... what are you saying ... you're not ...?" "Thinking of having an affair? No, sweetheart. It's more the reassurance I need, I guess. You see, my love, your Dad is a wonderful man, my soulmate, my best friend, the rock on which I build my life .... but it has been a long, long time since he has wanted me. Touched me the way I need it. I mean years, Eddie. Years." Edward's mind reeled, swaying between what she was telling him about Dad and the fact that she was seeing fit to do so, as she carried on swimming in slightly widening circles. For a moment he was speechless. She continued. "That's what I meant about you and Becky, how nice it was to see you, to be reminded of a life of passion. Like your Dad and I used to have. To see you and her together like that, wanting each other all the time. And to hear you ..." "Mum! Hear us ... what are you talking about ...?" "I'm a light sleeper, Eddie. Sound echoes round this old house. Every night I could hear you and Becky. Oh, you weren't very noisy, but once I was tuned in ... that old bed creaks. And I think one night you did it on the floor? Becky makes those lovely little soft yelping noises, doesn't she?" Edward was flabbergasted. How on earth could she be saying these things? Had she been drinking? Was he dreaming? "And I loved it when the two of you came down to breakfast late, still flushed, with that just-fucked look in your eyes." "Mum ...." "And I had a good guess what was happening on those long walks in the orchard. And that time at the beach, I loved that, so daring ..." "Mum, please ...." "So that's why I liked having her around so much. Well, not the only reason, but it was so good to have some passion, some desire, some sex going on around me, even if I was not part of it." Now with each lap of the pool she was coming closer to him. He could feel the movement of the water against his still-hard cock as she swam past. "Mum, please, I don't think you should be talking to me about this ..." "Why not, Eddie? You're the closest adult to me, apart from your Dad. Why shouldn't I confide in you? Look, Eddie ... imagine for a moment you're not my son. Imagine I'm a friend's mother. Am I still beautiful, Eddie?" There was a laugh in her voice, but desperate sadness, too. "Mum ... what do you want me to say ... I can't imagine that I'm not your son, but yes, yes, you're beautiful." "Thank you, Eddie." She swam closer than ever, very nearly brushing against his cock, then suddenly stopped, trod water for a moment and then leaned backwards, rising up till she was completely floating on her back at the surface, limbs outstretched in a star. In the moonlight Edward could see the taut curves of her slim thighs and belly, the dark shadow of her pubic hair, her stiff nipples, her big breasts partly buoyed by the water. He knew he should look away. But he did not. His cock strained and throbbed in the water. "What is beautiful about me, Eddie?" "Ah ... um ... well, Mum, you're really pretty ... er ... nice eyes ..." "Thank you, Eddie. Is it just my face? Just my eyes?" He wanted to disappear but at the same time did not want this to end. "Oh ... ah ... Mum, it's like ... well, all of you, really." Then he blurted, "You've got a great figure." It was true. She was small, with a slim, nicely proportioned form and a noticeably large bust. Eye-catching. "Thank you, Eddie." She came out of the star position, swam towards him and started to tread water very close in front of him. Her eyes seemed black in the moonlight. He was mesmerised by them. For a second he thought he felt the light touch of her small hand on his hard cock. Surely not ... must just have been a swirl in the water. And again. Oh Jesus. "Mum, what are you doing?" "Don't tell me you don't want this, Eddie." She was holding his shaft now. He wanted to tell her to stop, that he didn't want this. But he didn't. Couldn't. Because it wasn't true. He remained motionless as she used her buoyancy in the water to manoeuvre so that she was rubbing his cock against her hairy mound. Using it as a sex toy. "You want this, Eddie, you want this as much as I do." He could not reply. "Ever done it like this before, Eddie? No? It used to be a trick of mine with your Dad, in the days when he fucked me as much as you fuck Becky. Hold still." Somehow, she swung her legs up so as to plant her feet high on the pool wall, either side of Eddie's body. She had been a good gymnast as a girl, so the story went, till her breasts got too big. She grabbed Eddie's shoulder with one hand, held his cock steady with the other, flexed her knees into something that bore a grotesque, if horribly appropriate, resemblance to a birthing position, and guided her tilted pelvis forward. A little adjustment, one last push and he was inside her. Inside his mother. She embraced him around the neck and rocked gently backwards and forwards. "What's up, Eddie? It's not the first time you've been inside me, sweetheart. Welcome back, my love." He could not speak or move. "Eddie, my baby, you've got such a nice big prick, like your Dad's, only yours is hard for me now and his never is. Oh, Becky's a lucky girl." Edward was delirious with desire and shame. A beautiful woman was fucking him in a moonlit swimming pool, impaled on his cock, which felt massive and inhumanly hard inside her. His mother. What kind of fucking pervert was he? Oh Becky, Becky my love ... He held still, told himself that he had not started this, he had just stood there, she had tricked him, she had taken him inside her. But his erection belied his protests. Her big tits bobbed in the water, the nipples hard and puckered. She quickened her movements. "Eddie, Eddie, you know how I really like it? I love it from behind, Eddie. I fucking love it from behind. Fuck me from behind, my love." She pulled away from him, placed her hands on the side of the pool and let her bottom drift up, her legs flexed and spread as if in a breast stroke kick. That was the end of Edward's pretence of passivity. Until that moment he had only stayed still, if erect. But now he moved round behind his mother and positioned himself at her cunt. She reached round to guide him in, but he pushed hard to get all the way inside. She moaned loudly. Surely that would wake Dad. The moonlight glistened on her small, round buttocks. Becky loved it from behind, too. Edward grabbed his mother's hips and began to thrust, strongly and steadily. He was fucking her now, no questions, no excuses, hey, at least this is honest no-nonsense fucking crazy Oedipal perversion, he thought to himself, as he tried to shut out the fact that he was fucking his mother, by focusing on fucking his mother. He was holding her now by her hips so she could take one hand off the side of the pool and frig herself as he fucked her. He felt the rapid rubbing of her fingers on her clit, close to where his cock was sliding in and out. That was a favourite trick of Becky's. Jesus fuck, had Becky been giving her tips? Such a lovely girl. We loved having her around. She was murmuring to him now, crazed with arousal. "Yes. Oh yes. You gonna come for me? You gonna come for me, baby? Come in Mummy's cunt. Come in Mummy's cunt. Come in Mummy's cunt." Again and again. He thrust faster. This was only going one way now. The words "Come in Mummy's cunt" became blurred, "Cumh-Mumh-cunh ... Cumh-Mumh-cunh ..." She seemed to be close to climax. "Umh-umh-unh ... Umh-umh-unh ... Umh-umh-unh ... Umh-umh-unh ..." And then she came, with soft yelping noises a bit like the ones Becky made. She twitched and shuddered and moaned; her vagina throbbed around Edward's shaft. He let out a great animal yell that echoed from the hillside, and pumped her full of cum. A long groan. Emptying his balls into his mother's body. Silence. He stayed inside her as long as he could. Slowly his erection subsided. His cock slid out of her, in another grotesque parody of his birth. Even by the moonlight he could see blobs of his own jism floating in the water as it oozed from his mother's cunt. His mother's cunt. Oh Becky, Becky, he thought. I've come in Mummy's cunt. I've come in Mummy's cunt. And nothing can ever be the same again. Edward and Suzanne: Canoe Trip The paddles dipped in and out of the river as Edward and Suzanne drifted up to their usual spot. Every year for their anniversary they came to Traverse City. They made the same canoe trip every summer. It was tradition. They always had the river to themselves. They let the canoe run into the bank and looked at each other knowingly. They had taken advantage of the isolation the last couple years and had sex there. It was the only spot where the river got deep enough to jump in and get their entire bodies wet at once. Suzanne took a quick survey of the area and stripped off her swimsuit top, giving Edward full view of her breasts. He hungrily looked over her large nipples. She was beautiful, with long brown hair and blue eyes. She had a cute little nose and mouth, a mouth she could drive Edward wild with. She lifted her hourglass body out of the canoe and stepped into the cool water. In the past they had brought a condom, their birth control of choice as Suzanne didn't like the pill, and had sex in the canoe. This year Suzanne decided to treat Edward. She had him stand and step out of the canoe, joining her in the knee-high water. Looking into his hazel eyes, she stroked the front of his swimsuit. His hips moved with her as she rubbed her palm up and down the length of his cock. As she pulled his swimsuit down it sprang into view and she wrapped her fingers around it, gently pulling back and forth over his shaft. She bent down and put her hands on the canoe behind him. She knew how much he loved it when she didn't touch with her hands as she blew him. The head of his cock and her lips touched gently. She let him anticipate what would come next for a second and then slowly teased the underside pf the head with the tip of her tongue. He took in a quick breath as she wrapped her lips around his cock and he felt them slide down to the base. She paused there for a moment with his cock in her throat and his balls resting on her chin, then pulled back, hands never leaving the canoe. He wasn't huge but he wasn't small either, and whether she never deepthroated him for more than a second or two at a time was because she couldn't or she wouldn't, was a secret she never told. She started a slow and steady rhythm, working him in and out of her mouth, looking up at him with her beautiful blue eyes. The peacefulness of their surroundings made it easy for him to get lost in the pleasure. She pulled her head back and licked his entire length up and down. She sucked his balls into her mouth, flicking them with her tongue, and then took his cock into the back of her throat again. They wouldn't even use the condom they brought, but she didn't tell him that. He would have all day to recover and she would fuck him later. This was just for him. When they were younger and hadn't begun having intercourse, she would swallow for him all the time. That's just how their sexual episodes ended. But since they started going all the way, Edward found that he missed it. As teenagers, Edward always gave Suzanne a warning before he reached orgasm so she could take him out of her mouth and tuck it back into his pants. The first time she swallowed for him was a surprise. He gave her the warning and she kept sucking his cock. She planned to give him a similar surprise today. In the recent past, Edward had brought up some sex advice he had heard on the radio regarding a way to communicate secret fantasies and desires between lovers. She twisted her head from side to side as she remembered one of his. Her pace quickened as did Edward's breathing. He loved to watch her suck his cock. Her head bobbed up and down and he watched inch after inch disappear into her mouth. His legs began to tremble and he worried about lasting long enough to fuck her. He tried to gently push her head back, a signal to slow down or stop. She worked it faster and harder than before and he felt the tingling feeling that preceded release. He knew when she ignored such a signal that it was just for him and he let it build up. It could take so long sometimes, between feeling that he was going to cum and actually cumming. Like a sneeze that lingers for a minute before coming to fruition. Her beautiful blue eyes smiled up at him as his legs trembled, she loved getting him close. She pulled back and sucked on the head, just taking the first inch in and out a few times rapidly, then slid her lips all the way down to the base. She pulled her head back and continued to suck his cock fast and hard. "I'm going to cum," Edward still said after so many years. She took her hands off the canoe and popped his cock out of her mouth. She ran her hands up his hips and licked his balls, letting his cock lay across her face. She grabbed his dick with her hand and began to stroke. She licked the head and smiled up at him. He trembled with pleasure. "I'm going to cum," he repeated as he had the first time she had swallowed for him. He looked into her eyes in anticipation, wondering what she would do. She chickened out at the last second and tilted her head up, biting her lower lip and grinning, she was never completely on board with taking it on her face but she still planned to let him shoot it on her. Her hand frantically pumped his cock as the first load landed across her lips and neck. Out of instinct she licked her lips before realizing what she was doing. She didn't mind, it's not as if she'd never tasted it. She stopped stroking and took the second load on her tits, she pushed out her chest to let the third and forth loads collect on the tops of her breasts. She held Edward's cock as he took in the sight. His breathing calmed and she felt it twitch in her hand. "I need a swim," she said looking down at herself, and with a wink she jumped into the deep part of the river and swam topless until they'd had enough and started off to enjoy the rest of their vacation.