0 comments/ 142286 views/ 13 favorites Elaine Ch. 01 By: MrFalkirk I peered through the opening at the hinge of the partially open door and watched as my daughter undressed for bed. If she knew that I was there, she gave no indication and pulled her blouse over her head. Reaching behind her, she loosened the hooks on her bra and let it fall to the bed beside the blouse. My heart was racing, my mouth was dry, and my cock was as hard as a rock. I rubbed it through my trousers and debated on whether to free it from the confines of my clothing. Common sense told me that if I were caught with my pants up I would be able to say that I was just coming in to check on how she was doing, but if my cock were sticking out in front of me, I would not have any excuse whatsoever. I left my cock covered by my trousers. My eyes darted from the marvelously full orbs of her pert breasts to the mature roundness of her buttocks as Elaine bent over to remove her slacks. She had already kicked her shoes free from her feet and bending over hooked both hands in the waistband of her slacks. Her panties came off with the slacks and I was treated to the sight of her lovely red pubic hair peeking between her legs. She stayed bent over and ran her hands up both legs to the junction of her thighs. Her hands rubbed back and forth across the pubes and then reached between her legs as she lightly rubbed along her prominent labia. I stifled a groan as she actually stuck a finger inside her body and thrust it in and out several times. When she stood up she sniffed at her finger and then stuck it into her mouth sucking her womanly juices off. When she glanced in the direction of the door, I reflexively drew back from the opening, hoping she hadn't seen the light glint off my eyes. Ever since her mother had died three years earlier and she had come to live with me after her disastrous marriage shortly afterward, I had been watching her undress at least once a week and often times more. I just never wanted her how perverted her old man really had become. Elaine never went out on dates, but then again, neither did I. She turned her back to me and I breathed a muted sigh of relief watching her pick up her almost transparent nightgown, the one I loved to see her wearing. She slipped it over her head and crawled under the covers. Seconds later the light went out and I knew the show was over for the night. I retreated to my den and turned on my computer logging onto a porn site and slowly stroking my cock trying to make the feelings last and knowing that I would not hold out for very long. I seldom closed the door to my den and sat lit only by the light coming from the computer monitor. Just as I started to feel the rush of cum near the tip of my prick, I heard a small noise from the hallway and turned spraying the hardwood floor with my hot sperm. I saw nothing when I went to the door but was sure that I had heard something. I walked softly to Elaine's room and cracked the door enough to see her on her side with her red hair splayed all around the pillow. Her breathing was regular and I watched her body rise and fall under her covers. What I couldn't see was how busy her hand was on the other side of her body. I cleaned up my den wiping all the sticky cum from the floor with a damp rag from the kitchen. I took the rag with me when I went to bed and placed it beside the bed in case I decided to masturbate during the night. That didn't happen often, but it did happen occasionally. I tossed and turned most of the night reliving the few glorious moments when I had seen my daughter standing naked in front of me. I finally dropped off to sleep around 3 AM and slept until the sun hit my face through the bedroom window. A glance at the clock showed that I had missed my normal 5 AM wake up by about 4 hours. Since I worked at home writing simple software program utilities, this was really no problem. I didn't really need the money and often donated my software to struggling young programmers with the proviso that they gave me some credit when they finally published the programs. It was just something to do and didn't put much of a strain on my time commitments. I ususally sleep in the nude so I decided I better get some clothing on before dropping in on Elaine in the kitchen. I pulled on a t-shirt that read Notre Dame Athletic Department and a pair of sweatshorts that read BYU Track and Field. Yeah, I know. Catholics and Mormons. Nothing in common and yet in my mind perfectly logical. They fit and were comfortable, end of problem. Slipping my feet into a pair of house shoes, I headed down for my cup of black coffee that usually constituted the breakfast of champions--at least in my mind it did. I work out from time to time though nothing strenuous enough to hurt too badly for long periods of time. My weight was still under 200 pounds and looked good on my six foot frame. I no longer smoked and drank socially which meant not very much except at Communion on Sunday whenever I deigned grace the church with my presence which wasn't very often. I paused at the doorway watching Elaine move around the sink. Her red hair was worn in a loose pony tail that hung three quarters of the way to her buttocks. Her measurements are almost perfect for her five foot five frame. She weighs a lovely 105 pounds and had 38C breasts atop a very small waist and respectable hips. Her legs seem to go forever ending at the most perfect pair of buttocks I have ever seen. She must have seen me in the window reflection and asked "Like what you see?" "Huh?" "I asked if you liked what you were looking at?" "Yes, I liked the look of what I was looking at very much." I swear the girl actually had the grace to blush. "Thank you, I think." "You're very welcome, I know." "Breakfast?" "Just my usual black coffee." "Don't you ever get hungry in the morning?" "Nope. And, you may as well give up trying to feed me in the morning. Your mother tried for twenty-five years and began before you were born." "I know. You miss her don't you?" "Yes, honey, I miss her very much. She's the only girl I ever slept with and probably will be the only woman I will ever sleep with in my life." "Don't say that! You're still young." "I may be young, but nobody really interests me like she did. How about you? You've been divorced from that jackass for over two years now and I never see you go out with anybody." "That's because nobody really interests me, either. I mean after I caught that jerk Harry not only fucking his secretary but sucking her son's cock as well, I don't think I will ever be able to trust men again. Except for you, of course. You've been good to me and very understanding. Daddy, can I ask you something without you getting angry?" "Sure." I had a sense of foreboding that caused the hairs to stand up on the back of my neck. Elaine dragged it out by pouring herself another cup of coffee and added her cream and sugar, stirring the mixture gently before putting her spoon down on the table. "If you aren't interested in women, why do you vist porn sites and masturbate almost every night?" "What? I don't..." My cup almost broke as I dropped it on the table. As it was, I reached quickly for the napkins and sopped up half a cup of hot coffee before it could drip on the floor. "Daddy, you left your computer on last night and I turned it off this morning. This hasn't been the first time." "I--I can explain..." "You don't have to explain anything. You are a grown man with masculine desires and urges that need to be released. Only why don't you find a woman to help you release them instead of Minnie and her four daughters?" "Elaine..." "Daddy, I've known for a long time that you watch me undress. Why do you think I forget to close the door so often? I've also watched you in your den for some time now and know what sites you visit and that you masturbate almost every night." "You weren't supposed to find out." "I know that, Daddy, but I'm also a grown woman and I know when a man needs something to relieve the pressure. For God's sake I was married to that jerk for almost four years. Damn it, aren't I good enough for you to fuck?" "Elaine! I couldn't do that. It's incest and it's immoral and illegal to boot. Your my daughter for Christ's sake." "So watching me undress and then beating your meat to my images in your brain is moral? I don't think so. I think you're afraid to go to bed with any woman--not just me." "That's not so." "Then how come you haven't?" "Damn it. None of the women I've met since your mother died can match up to you. None of them are as good as you are or as beautiful as you are. And a father isn't supposed to feel this way about his own daughter. It's taboo. And I could never make love to you despite how much I might really want to fuck the hell out of your pussy." "And is a daughter supposed to want her daddy to fuck her to sleep every night like I do?" "I never knew." "You do now. Daddy, we can't go back and start the morning over again. We can't take back what we've said to each other. I want to feel you inside my body. I want to feel your seed flood my womb. I want to make you happy as you make me happy. I want to love you." "Elaine..." "Hush. Now tell me you don't want these lovely tits every night." Her blouse came off over her head to reveal her two perfectly naked breasts swinging slightly from her arm movements. "I want them, but..." "No, buts, Daddy. Tell me you don't want to touch them with your hands and suckle on them like a baby." She took both of my hands in hers and drew them to her breasts. The nipples burned my palms with their heat and stiffness. Then she put her hands behind my head and drew my mouth to first one and then to the other letting my suckled them and causing the nipples to grow even longer on the ends of her two magnificent breasts. "Elaine, you don't know what you're doing." "Daddy, I'm a grown woman who has been married. I know exactly what I am doing and why I am doing it." "Why?" "Because I'm horny and I want your cock between my legs. I want you to take me and make me yours from now until the day you die. Because I want you to give me something that that jerk idiot of a ex-husband refused to give me. I want a baby that will be a part of you that I will have until the day I die. That's why, Daddy." I was at a loss for words with her two nipples rubbing up against my mouth. I moaned and suckled the nearest nipple nipping it gently with my teeth until I drew a groan from Elaine's lips. She knew then that she had me and she wasn't about to let me go. Elaine Ch. 01 It was well over an hour into end-of-day crunch time, when Elaine jumped slightly at the alarm of a new message arriving at her inbox. This wasn't an unusual reaction for Elaine; she was a jumpy sort of girl. Insecure and eager to please, her behavior could often be compulsive and slightly neurotic. Her awkwardness was disguised by her quirky charm, which only served to make her appear just slightly dorkier, but in a sweet, adorable way. In spite of her awkwardness, Elaine was an elegantly built woman with a beautiful face. The past few years of stress were beginning to impose themselves on her face and body. Already thin and angular by nature with a very pale complexion, her face had become weary from day to day tension. It was only noticeable when her face masked in a frown of concentration. When she smiled and talked with people, the weariness left her face completely. She could have covered her worry lines with makeup, but was reactive to most cosmetics and fragrances, and she was happy to be out of that time consuming habit of applying them. Except for a little lipstick, Elaine had kissed makeup goodbye long ago and didn't miss it. She didn't miss Pantyhose either, opting for slacks and blouses with sensible shoes for her workplace uniform. Elaine was not subject to stress eating and overweight like many of her harried co-workers, but quite the opposite; even though she ate well, her body had taken on a lean, hungry look over in the past few years. Her brunette hair, her choice of sensible black framed glasses and her quirky smile had earned her the nick-name "Tina Fey" among her co-workers, and she had to fake a cheerful laugh every time someone thought they were being clever saying it. She made a concentrated effort to return a friendly smile every time some dork from logistics would blurt out "Hey Tina!", or "Liz" or "Lemon". Elaine knew that a lot of guys thought Tina Fey was sexy in a mousy, clever, librarian sort of way, but inside, she still had an image of herself as more glamorous and sophisticated than that. For one thing, she was taller and more statuesque, and for another, she had way better breasts. Although it failed to elevate her overall self-esteem significantly, Elaine was pretty secure in the knowledge that her breasts were top notch. She hadn't had too many dates in high school because of her strict catholic father, but every guy she did manage to date couldn't keep his hands off her chest. They weren't gigantic, in-your-face boobs, but very firm, nicely shaped 34C's. She didn't advertise them with lots of cleavage, scoop necks, or thin, nipple exposing bras and blouses. Elaine chose crisp, well fitted tops that showed off her bust in a tasteful, understated way. She wore substantial bra's that masked those embarrassing spikes when the weather turned cold. She worried that the weight loss she had been undergoing would have a detrimental effect on her bust line, but so far she hadn't had to shop for a smaller cup size. Elaine had suffered from a poor self-image growing up, but it had increased in her adult life, thanks in a large part to her husband, Tim. Tim had been in full swing when they first married, earning a good income and affording them a lavish lifestyle. Early in their relationship he had begun a habit of teasing Elaine with mildly derogatory comments about her looks. She knew it was his way of showing power over her, taking advantage of his intimate knowledge of her insecurity about her appearance. Tim fell more into the habit as he found his stride in his career and became prideful about his wealth, to the point of making degrading comments to her around his friends. Although it disturbed her to acknowledge it, Elaine discovered that at times she had become slightly aroused by what could only be called verbal abuse. She had not allowed herself to think about it, and the erotic feelings had always been held back to an almost subliminal level, but her sex life with Tim had been good back then. Elaine was a small town girl from the west coast, smart but a bit naive. Having no brothers growing up, boys had been a complete mystery to her as a girl; all she knew of them was filtered through the lens of her harsh, disciplinarian father and his religious ideals, his anger and his leather belt. This had the effect of making the worst sort of boys the most intensely attractive to her, but she managed to keep her chaste catholic self-image intact despite her inner struggles and those rare external struggles, grappling with boys sweaty hands, searching out the hot spots of her young body in the backseats of their cars. Her father had actually groomed and encouraged Elaine to become a nun, but she knew early on that her intense curiosity about boys and her curiosity about the dark mysteries of sex would never allow that. Within a year after high school, in a whirlwind of time and events, she married herself to a man who had swept her off her feet her with his intense male image and a fair amount of wealth. Elaine had ultimately been won over by the man's apparent obsession with herself, her face and her body. She chose to ignore his mostly hidden, less appealing attributes until the worst became fully known to her. She had stumbled into her situation as a lonely, desperate young woman, seeking to satisfy her mounting sexual needs within the bounds of holy matrimony. A great many of those dark mysteries were revealed to her, but it became more than her innocent mind or body could cope with when the games he had wanted to play were revealed. It had all escalated until it became obvious that her "matrimony" was anything but holy. That marriage didn't even last a year. It ended the night he drove her to a party at a large house in the suburbs. It had seemed very exciting, the palatial house, the expensive cars lined up out front. It had seemed like a normal but significantly upscale party until the night began to wear on and Elaine noticed a lot of sloppy necking and groping n the dance floor, between guests she knew to be married to others present. Elaine became disoriented as partygoers began to shedding their clothing, as couples and groups began falling together in the dark corners of the rooms, the sights, sounds and smells of the most illicit sex acts exposed right before her. She found her husband and grabbed his arm, insisting on leaving immediately. It became obvious in short order that he had brought her here with the intention of sharing her with his friends. She made a scene and he took her home. She called her mother, packed and left him that night. She annulled the marriage without speaking to him again. She had been at a very low point in her young life when she met Tim, barely coming out of the fog and depression of her first disastrous marriage. She was impressed and taken in by Tim's bluster. He seemed the perfect teenage movie image of an east coast big shot, and she fell for him quickly. Elaine was again swept off her feet with travel, cars, clothes, and didn't stop to question any of it, just let it happen. She hadn't let herself slow down to think about marrying him, just as she hadn't slowed down going in to the previous devastating nuptial. They married, settled down, had two children, the future was bright. Now days, she looked back at that time with mixed feelings; missing the good times and feeling like a complete fool for not seeing the writing on the wall. At this point in the game, she had to confess that Tim's charms had faded along with the cocky confidence he had when they were first married, when his career had launched like a rocket during the Dot-Com era. After the crash it became obvious that he'd just been a good talker, and there was no substance to his bluster. It turned out that much of his business was propped up by money from his mother. It had all slowly evaporated along with the charming illusion of the man he had invented. Over the past decade, Tim's overall well-being had declined along with the illusions of a grand life. He grew depressed, didn't leave the house much, and had multiple health issues, most of which Elaine figured to be in his head. He had apparently lost any sexual interest in Elaine, staying up all night in his office. He didn't usually come to bed until she was getting ready for work in the morning. Tim needed Viagra for their increasingly rare sexual encounters, and for the rest of the time, he was on anti-depressants and a handful of other unidentifiable pills. Elaine felt sympathy for Tim, but the love she had for him was now mostly a product of that sympathy, and her duty to her marriage vows. As his problems progressed, his insults grew meaner, and became an ugly manifestation of his growing inferiority complex. His demeaning speech just seemed hateful now. Elaine hadn't allowed Tim to see her naked in years. ----0---- Elaine's obsessive attention to detail in her work habits worked out well for her employers; she was reliable, never neglected her duties, and never missed a memo. She came in a half hour early and left an hour or two late. Elaine would work some overtime but would often clock out and continue working late to meet her deadlines and avoid negative attention from upper level management. Elaine saw this as killing two birds with one stone; she could look like a star to management while giving herself a two hour oasis every day. At the end of every day, from the moment she rolled her phone to customer service and flipped the "Closed" sign in the office window, she could catch up all her work and get some space between the hectic work day and going home to face the mounting tension. She had realized long ago that she was avoiding dealing with problems in her marriage by staying late at work, but it seemed an acceptable compromise. Although she didn't love the work itself, Elaine desperately needed the income. She had been the sole breadwinner for the past three years with four mouths to feed, not to mention the medical bills. The girls were teenagers now and needed lots of things. She was a workaholic and she knew it, but she had accepted it and did not care to recover. She just worked harder, stayed longer, and performed to the utmost of her capabilities to maintain her position at the company. Tonight, as she opened her inbox, her momentary panic quickly turned to relief when she looked up from her work and saw that the new message was from her boss, Steven. Elaine always got a little smile from her e-mail exchanges with Steve; always light and conversational, reflecting the close, casual workplace relationship they'd built in the past 3 years. The face to face conversations she had with Steven were even more enjoyable, deeper and more involved. When the two of them took coffee breaks together, Elaine felt like there was no one else in the world she could talk to the way she could talk to Steven. She told him things she had told to no one else and was sure the same was true for Steve. In many ways he had become her best friend and confidant. Their adjoining offices had become a haven from the world for her, but the reality of their situation had been weighing on her conscience for some time. Their conversations had long ago taken a decidedly unprofessional turn, and Elaine was doing a juggling act in her mind trying to come to terms with it. As she started to read Steven's message, Elaine pondered the situation, not exactly looking for a resolution. It was far more pleasurable just thinking over the problem. Being raised a strict catholic and also married with kids, she felt increasingly guilty over the closeness she had with Steven, and increasingly afraid it would be noticed by the other employees at the firm. Lately she had been pulling back from him, as afraid of coming to grips with her feelings about him as having someone else find out. Elaine's mind was adept at disguising her heart's motives. Truth be told, her relationship with Steven was getting to the point where it could easily veer off into a workplace affair. In reality, it probably was an affair; they just hadn't gone all the way. Elaine's mind had successfully downplayed any evidence to the contrary. There had been more than a few lingering hugs, such that they would have had to jump apart awkwardly if someone had walked in on them. This had started off as frequent "buddy" hugs, and then started to lengthen into "comfort" hugs. She couldn't remember when it started happening, and hardly let herself believe it was happening at all, but somewhere about a year ago they had crossed a line. She had let Steven's arms stay wrapped around her far too long on far too many occasions. He was strong, vital and well built. She found herself melting into his maleness, enjoying the warmth of his strong arms around her waist, his wonderful hands sliding up and down her back, her neck. She had become far too generous with full frontal contact, becoming addicted to the solid feel of his muscular chest squeezing her breasts against her. It had reached the point where it wasn't hugging any more, it was holding. Steven had begun giving her little pecks on the cheek. Anyway it had started as a little peck on the cheek, but had progressed to become a full, soft, lingering kiss every time he held her. His kisses would start at her cheek, move down her jaw line and then ramble slowly to her earlobe, which he would almost imperceptibly suck between his full, soft lips. Then the soft kisses would start to move down her neck. She broke the contact at that point every time, but she knew deep down that all it would take to pull her over the line would be the one time when Steven refused to let her push away from him, pulled her back, kissed her mouth, let his hand slide up to cup and grasp her breast, press his inflamed male body against her. She had often felt Steve's sizeable manhood swelling substantially and hardening against her when they came together, and it left a disturbing impression on her body and soul. She knew she was in trouble. Elaine's affection for Steve ran deep to the core of her being, spun her head and made her hot all over when she allowed this one single wonderfully sinful thought to barely enter her mind: Steven could force her, probably even wanted to, but he had the will and self-control not to. She barely allowed the thought, just as she did not acknowledge her predilection for rape fantasies, which she indulged in from time to time during occasional weak moments of moral lapse. She felt overwhelming guilt the very second after her self-induced orgasm began to wane. Luckily no one had walked in on them hugging yet, but it was getting risky and Elaine feared it was only a matter of time. She was getting a little woozy imagining it now, sitting at her desk. Elaine took a deep breath, shook her head briskly and exhaled, adjusting her seating. She told herself to get a grip and get back to business. She would have to visit the restroom pretty soon and get some tissues for her panties. Steve had also been increasingly familiar and daring in the other ways he touched her, ways that could be reported as sexual harassment by any company standards, yet Elaine hadn't stopped him. It had gone from a little surprise pat on the butt to an occasional pinch and progressed to brief, light cupping and fondling. The only protest she had given was her little shocked cry of surprise. She didn't consciously take responsibility for letting it continue; neither had she admitted to herself that she was starving for physical attention. The shock and surprise of Steven's clandestine groping made Elaine's heart race every time it happened. The fact that she anticipated his sneak attacks with a burning desire was another secret Elaine managed to keep from herself. After all, he was forcing himself on her, so she wasn't really being naughty, was she? Their conversations had veered into the risqué. Although Elaine had used all the powers of her verbal skills to make her part at least seem innocent, she had definitely egged Steve on, had even dropped some hot little conversation starters. Like the afternoon Steve walked past her through her office and casually asked how she was doing. On this particular day, she was concentrating, staring at her computer screen with busy hands, when the words "I just need a spanking" just slipped right from her tongue. It shocked her that she said it, and she could tell it shocked Steven. He took a step back and then slipped into his easy smile. "Well, wasn't expecting that, but you know Elaine, I am always, always here for you when it comes to your needs." He laughed and continued, "You are so lucky you work for me! I am just the kind of guy who would love to help you with that!" That got it started. She didn't know where they came from; these little tidbits about needing to be spanked and slapped just seemed to pop right out of her mouth in casual conversation with him. Steve would respond with queries about the type of spanking; "So...Bare handed? Paddle? Riding crop? What's your pleasure ma'am?" She always tried to quietly couch the discussion and pretend to be concentrating on work, but the little smile inside her always worked its way out to her lips and gave her away. Steve would quietly walk up behind her chair, start to massage her shoulders, bring his lips down close to her ear and whisper in that low, husky voice of his, "I will never punish you beyond what you would find enjoyable my dear, I promise". He started threatening a spanking if she screwed up some little task. "You know young lady, one more of those and it's spank time!" She had even let a comment slip under her breath about enjoying the pain. When Steven heard it, he spun around quickly, "What was that!?!" Elaine didn't look up from her desk, but answered "I said 'I like pain!'", in an alarmingly serious tone, as though she were under interrogation. Steven mocked seriousness and went through a list of implements he thought might be suitable for the job and Elaine pretended not to listen as that special little smile curled the corners of her mouth. Spank talk was getting to be a daily thing now, but when it started to trigger her inner "Slut alarm", Elaine always ended the banter with some sort of downplaying to make sure Steve knew it was all in fun and that she wasn't actually the sort of girl who would enjoy that. She wasn't, was she? Now that she thought about it, the butt pinching, slapping and fondling had all come after spank talk had started. Then there were the shoulder massages. She had tried feebly to refuse at first and still put up mild resistance, but his hands were too good. Steven was pro-level in letting his fingertips find the tension and sooth it away. After one really great session, she was so relaxed that her tongue slipped again and she told Steven that she still felt his hands on her for hours after he had stopped. She immediately wished she could retract the statement, but there it was. At least she hadn't told him how she carried the feel of his hands on her skin into bed with her every night. More than once when Steve was massaging her shoulders, he had worked his fingertips around the base of her neck. She had been self-conscious about her thin neck since girlhood. Steve's hands were incredible as usual. It felt so wonderful, her tense neck muscles melting under his touch, when suddenly she heard a winsome little girl voice she recognized as her own whispering "I bet you could easily wrap your big hands all the way around my throat, couldn't you?" Steve did, making a complete circumference of her throat with his long, thick fingers. He kept massaging gently, but squeezed a little, tightening slowly, and she felt the blood flow cut off for a brief, dizzying second before he released. Elaine heard herself gasp out loud as the blood rushed back to her head. Elaine Ch. 01 She moaned slightly and whispered "Mmm, you could probably snap my little neck like a twig; it's such a silly little scrawny neck." Elaine's thoughts had drifted back to an unkind comment Tim had made about her skinny neck. Steve's voice was deep and soft, "Elaine, I love your sweet little neck, it's elegant, long and elegant, like a swan's. You could model pearl necklaces." Even as she melted beneath his hands and words, Elaine had snapped abruptly out of the spell realizing someone could come through the office door at any moment and witness Steve appearing to throttle her. She repeated the thought aloud to Steven and it broke the spell for him too. The feeling of Steve's hands around her neck however, stayed with her the rest of the afternoon, all through that evening, as she stepped into a hot bath after dinner, and as she got into bed. She tried to repeat the sensation on her own as she played with herself that night, but her dainty little hand just wouldn't do the trick. She thought about using one of Tim's many unused silk neckties to accomplish the feeling, but she had heard too many news stories about auto-erotic strangulation and she didn't want to risk it. She had begun to understand the powerful attraction that had lead those people to their tragic deaths, and wondered obsessively about what it would be like to have an orgasm with the blood flow to your brain interrupted. Having strong male hands wrapped around her throat during intercourse became a favorite masturbation fantasy after that, and she knew very well whose hands they were. ----0---- Elaine again snapped out of her late afternoon daydream, and her eyes returned to Steve's e-mail. This particular message had a little red exclamation mark on the subject line, along with a "Reply Requested Immediately!" note. Elaine, who always bordered on anxiety even in her calmest moments, opened the message immediately. The message had appointment confirmation check buttons at the top of the page, ACCEPT or DECLINE. Dearest Elaine, You'll be happy to know I've finished your annual review early, and you'll be getting the maximum allowable pay raise, effective today after we meet, discuss and you sign your review. You have conspicuously not applied for the newly opened position as my Executive Assistant. I am beginning interviews tomorrow and want to see your name on the list tonight. You don't need a resume (I already know yours by heart) but to make it official, you do have to fill out the application. Please fill out the attached form and return it to me before you leave tonight, and please click the 'accept' button for the appointment I have set up with you at 4:30 today. Elaine? In case you were thinking of squeaking out of this: It's a direct order! I'm absolutely sure this situation is going to work out in everyone's best interests. Best Regards, Steven Wolfe Elaine's heart raced. It was already 4:28 and she was extremely conflicted about the situation. She had not intended to apply for the new job because it would place her in even tighter quarters with Steve. Part of her desperately wanted to be there, and the part of her that did not was suddenly feeling pretty weak. She had many times thought about quitting and finding a different job because of her moral dilemma, but she knew she couldn't find anything comparable. Honestly, she knew she couldn't bear to leave Steven. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitatingly. Finally she clicked the button to accept the appointment then steeled herself to walk into Mr. Wolfe's den. Damn! Elaine suddenly realized she didn't have time to run to the restroom, and she had grown quite slippery from her reminiscing of the past few moments. Her flight mechanism reared up in full force, she was shaking and her heart was pounding. It was as though her body had a mind of its own. Panicked by the overwhelming sexual arousal, the more she fought it, the worse it got. Her panties were now far beyond damp, and she realized that sweet, familiar, engorged, inflamed sensation had been flooding over her swelling labia and clitoris for some time now. What if Steven caught the scent of her sex? He had demonstrated the ability to do so on what seemed to be a predatory subliminal level; he was on her like a blood hound every time she got horny at the office. She was so wet now that her scent was likely to be far beyond subliminal. Her Outlook alarm rang suddenly as the recently accepted appointment time arrived, sending her into over the top panic mode. Her pulse pounding hard all through her body, Elaine got control of herself, drew in a deep breath and exhaled powerfully. All she could do now was to roll the phones, lock the front door, flip the closed sign, do a last minute grooming check and go in to Steven's den. She knocked and entered with as casual a greeting as she could manage given her state, then walked over and stood in front of Steve's desk, very formally with her hands clasped together in front. She had conscientiously crossed them in front just in case any moisture had flooded through her slacks. She knew she wouldn't be able to fight the urge to look down and check. "Hey Elaine, thanks for stopping in!" Steve wore his usual cheery demeanor. He tilted his head slightly to the side and gave a pouty little frown. "Elaine, you look so tense, don't stand there at attention, you know I don't roll that way, come on over here girl!" He spread his large hands to his sides, the hug invitation. The good girl inside Elaine already had the words ready: "No, I'm fine standing, thanks Steve!" But those words didn't come out. Elaine wordlessly crossed the short distance of floor between them, right into his waiting arms, which folded her in and squeezed her gently. She found herself beginning to lean into him for a little more, when he suddenly released her. She was left standing in an awkward lean, almost stumbling forward. "Have a seat E, we have exciting things to talk about, and I will keep it brief. First off, congratulations for your pay raise, you really deserved it!" Elaine blushed, "Thanks Steve. You really are the best boss ever!" Steven's handsome face grinned "Your welcome hon, you've worked very hard for it!" He handed her a sheet of paper, "Here's your review, look it over and sign it." She glanced over the document briefly, dwelling on some of the more glowing comments and recommendations Steven had written about her, then signed it an laid it on his desk. "That said; I have some issues I need to address with you." Leanne felt her heart drop a little. "I know why you didn't apply for the Assistant post, I understand and we don't need to talk about that," he continued, "but I do want you to hear me out on this: It is my wish that you apply and I want you to have the position above anyone else. If you apply for the position and aren't selected for it, that's fine, you'll get your raise and continue on in your current position," He paused, looking slightly pensive, "But I won't be your boss anymore" Elaine was shocked at the turn of events, but just looked on, puzzled. "Now listen carefully here Elaine, there are things happening in the company that you don't know about, things that will affect you directly. I am going to tell you some things I'm not supposed to talk about with anybody, but it's worth the risk for me because I want to see you make the right move." Elaine always felt insecure about management's view of her, and she started to panic a little. Steven continued, "You know what a great couple of years we've had, and it hasn't gone un-noticed by the Hawthorne office." Steven looked as though he would burst, "As a result, I got a really big promotion last week. Elaine, they gave me the whole east side, all three offices!" His words began to build a synergistic enthusiasm; she knew how hard they both had been working and she knew Steven deserved this, but where did it leave her? A certain wariness added a nervous edge to her excitement. "That's not all my dear...the company bought a new block of office buildings in Westwood, and they gave me a suite of two adjoining corner offices on the top floor, and gave me carte blanche to hire an executive assistant to suit my needs" Steven's tone changed slightly, losing a little enthusiasm and taking on a sympathetic, parental shade, "Elaine, it really pisses me off, but the Hawthorne people failed to recognize your contribution to our success, as much as I tried to make them see. They're assholes, what can I say?" Elaine was fighting internally, and her guilt over her feelings about Steven was beginning to lose ground, and the new position was looking brighter by the second. "Here's the thing E," Steven frowned slightly, "when I go to that office, unless you take the Exec Assistant job, you stay here." Elaine couldn't stop the little pout that was forming at the bottom of her face. "If that weren't unpleasant enough for you, listen to this; Phil Alden is taking my place at this office." The ground fell away from below her as Elaine got the news. It was like a sucker punch to the gut. Alden was an aggressive 'A type' manager from the Glennstone office. Elaine had prior experience with him, and it had not been good. "Yes, I can see from your face that doesn't sound good. I don't think he's happy about it either, we were competing for the position I won, so he probably won't be his usual friendly self when he shows up here." The irony in Steve's words was not lost on her. "Okay, before we dwell on the unpleasant prospect of my favorite office girl slaving her cute little butt off under a king-size dick like Phil, let's talk about something that sounds nice, like you coming along with me to Westwood." Elaine's head spun a little trying to pull together and at the same time downplay Steven's last sentence, but she shook it off, smiled a little and looked up into his face, her big brown eyes shining with hope. "Elaine do you understand how much my Executive Assistant will be paid?" Elaine, thought for a second, "I was thinking its right around my pay grade, isn't it?" "That would be correct for most of the other applicants," Steve smiled like a kid handing her a Christmas present, "but not for you. If you apply and win this position, I am prepared to double your current salary." Steve cocked his eyebrow and waited for her reaction. Elaine just sat there shocked, her mouth hanging open. Steve smiled a Cheshire cat grin "Would that change your life a little?" Not giving her a chance to answer, he continued quickly, "That's just the beginning. I'll double your vacation days, you will get an expense account, and a monthly stipend for clothes and hair. There's a gym on the third floor and your own parking spot inside the building. Starting to sound attractive?" Elaine was starting to forget about her reservations. She swallowed hard and looked down at her shoes, "Steven, it started to sound good from the beginning, I just...well, I have had mixed feelings. I..." Before Elaine could finish fumbling for words, Steven interrupted, "...but they are starting to get a little less mixed, right?" Elaine smiled a weak, happy little smile and met his eyes again. She felt like she was starting to fall into those eyes again, but the warning alarm was fading away into the background. Steve continued, "Listen Hon, I know hard life has been for you these past few years and I want to change that permanently. I want you out of this crappy old building, working in a nicer part of town, working with me." Steven leaned forward and took her hands in his. "I don't want to lose you. There really is no-one who could do this job for me like you could, but I really don't care about that." Elaine smiled and blushed, looking down. "Here's what I want you to do," he stroked her hand softly and sat back in his chair, "go home tonight and run it by Tim and the kids. Let them know about the raise, but I also think it's fair to tell them that you will be gone from home more." Elaine looked thoughtful and Steve explained, "Actually, you will work the same hours you do now, but you'll be getting paid for all of them. We will have to attend meetings; you'll be my Executive Assistant, not just the office girl. I will be expecting you to go out of town with me once a month or so on weekends." The thought of being in another city with Steven in a nice hotel spun quickly through her head, dinners and lunches out together, she'd dreamt of them as a distant un-reality. Her husband wouldn't approve of her going out for after work drinks or dinner with Steve here in town, but if they were traveling it would be part of the routine. Steven sprang suddenly to his feet and headed toward the door "Alright, we can talk about everything in detail tomorrow, for now, I'm out of here! E-mail me your application before you leave, talk to your family tonight and we re-convene here in 24 hours for your decision. Goodnight Elaine!" Elaine was left breathless, not knowing what to do for a second. She decided to move before she had time to think about this. She got to her feet and headed for her desk, to fill out her application and get it e-mailed quickly. As she rose to her feet, her head reeling at the roller coaster of emotions she had just undergone. As she started to walk across the room, the climate controlled air found its way to the inside of her loose slacks and chilled her wet panties. It was a slightly uncomfortable feeling, but combined with the way the sensitive tissues of her recently aroused pudenda had begun to contract and feel slightly irritated, it began to get the vibration going again, warm and wet, deep in her pelvis. She fought back a strong urge to drop her pants and finger herself to orgasm right then and there. "God!" she thought, "What the hell is wrong with me?" Before she gave herself time to answer, Elaine filled out the application and shot it off to Steven. She grabbed her purse, shut the lights off and walked out into the chilly autumn evening. ----0---- Elaine arrived home and pulled up at the end of the long, tree lined driveway. It was a warm, spacious home, quiet and secluded. She was thankful for her family connection which allowed them the privilege of living here at ridiculously low rent. Uncle Bill was wealthy and didn't really need the extra income. Uncle Bill knew Tim's "situation" and had told Elaine upfront that if things got tight she could skip the rent for a month or two and it wouldn't be any trouble for him, they would work something out. He had mostly opened the property to her as a favor to her mom. Elaine smiled to herself. The fact that Uncle Bill had always been sweet on her didn't hurt her situation, but those thoughts brought up uneasy feelings about memories from her teens, and she quickly put them from her mind. She hadn't had to take advantage of her Uncle's generosity yet, but she was thankful they would still have a place to live if anything worse happened to their income. She was also glad they hadn't got to the point where she had to 'work something out' with Uncle Bill. With the prospect of her salary doubling, rent would be one more thing she wouldn't need to worry about, and the question of moving for any remote opportunity Tim might get was now off the board. She had decided long ago that they were done with moving and they would stay here and try to buy a house in her home town. She belonged here, even if Tim felt like he didn't. Elaine threw her keys on the counter as she came into the dining room where Tim and the girls were sitting, just having finished dinner. Her face brightened as the worries of the day left her mind. "I have some pretty big news," she exclaimed, "Let me grab some left-over's, because we need to have a family meeting." Elaine sloughed her coat off and on to the back of a chair, letting her purse drop beside it. She filled a plate from the stovetop and nestled in between the girls. "Mommy got a raise today, that's one piece of the news!" The girls both cheered and high fived her enthusiastically, Tim smiled weakly, and she continued, "the other thing is, I was offered a new job at double my current pay," she let it sink in for a second, "how does that sound?" The girls both went wide eyed and gasped, and Tim seemed to have just awakened from a daydream. "Who offered you the job, a different company?" Tim asked, the wheels obviously starting to turn behind his sleepy eyes. "No actually, Steven offered it to me. It's not really a new job, much anyway, kind of like my same job at a new location. He got a big promotion, a new office in Westwood and he gets to have an Executive Assistant now. He told me tonight that he wants that person to be yours truly!" Elaine pointed her fingertips at her face and tilted her head sideways in a look of glamorous mock pride. The girls giggled, cheered and congratulated her, and Tim became slightly agitated, waving his hands slightly in front of him, saying "Wait a minute, hold on! Did you say twice your current salary? That's amazing darling!! This could change everything for us!" Elaine, buoyant on the girls' wave of enthusiasm, beamed pleasantly at Tim and said "That's true; it would change our lives significantly. Oh and one more perk, I'll also be getting my paid time off doubled, so we could finally take that trip to Disney World!" Before she let the party get too far over the top, Elaine brought things down a bit. "Listen gang, it's not a done deal; there are other applicants I have to compete with. The other thing is, there are some further demands on my time to think about if I get the job, and you should think about them too." Elaine diminished her enthusiastic tone a little and continued, "I will still be working as late as I am now, probably more, and I have the commute to think about. And there's one more thing..." Elaine made a little cringing face, "I'll be going out of town on occasional weekends...Is that going to be ok?" The girls were already thinking about new i-Phones and clothes. Elaine knew they had been going without things they wanted for a long time now. They both tried to look regretful as they gave appropriately pouty little affirmative nods. Tim had a harder time veiling his greedy excitement as he also nodded yes with mock reluctance. "Well then!" Elaine said brightly, "girls, homework!" As the girls skipped off, the weight of Elaine's day suddenly began to fall around her shoulders. She let out a big breath and sank back into her seat, "Honey, would you mind clearing up the table, I'm exhausted." "Sure darling," Tim said distractedly, already picking up dishes, "I'm sure it's been a pretty big day for you." "Well I'd like to think it's been a big day for all of us Tim, but anyway, I can't think of anything but a nice hot tub right now." Elaine dragged herself up the stairs and into the bedroom. She got the tub running and had stripped halfway out of way out of her clothes when a quiet knock came on the door. Tim poked, his head in. "Oh, sorry darling," Tim's eyes fell on her breasts as Elaine's hands moved to pull the sides of her blouse together. Tim continued hesitantly, eyes not moving from her boobs, "I, um, it's just that I felt I needed to talk to you alone about this new opportunity." Elaine noticed a strange uneasiness about Tim, and grew concerned. Her head tilted slightly, and a small sympathetic frown turned the corner of her lips, "What is it dear? What's wrong? Come on in and let's talk!" Tim slowly entered, turning to close the door behind him. Elaine's fingers still unconsciously clasped her open blouse together over her breasts. Elaine Ch. 01 "Well darling," he continued weakly, "I just see this as a big change, and it's obvious that you should take the job, it opens up so many possibilities for our lives!" As Tim started to brighten, Elaine nodded and smiled encouragingly, "Yes, I'm glad you see it that way, so what's your big concern?" Tim still seemed to be fighting to get the words out, thinking through what he was about to say carefully, "Well, actually, my biggest concern is that you won't get the job Elaine, I mean, um..." Tim was halting and struggling, face shrouded in turmoil. Elaine's face grew deeply concerned, "Tim, Tim why would you worry about that?" Tim seemed to be struggling for words, which registered as very odd in her mind, but he finally seemed to gather his resolve and spat out, "Elaine, I want you to do whatever it takes to get this job!" He let out a deep breath and looked down, as Elaine's face fell into a mixture of puzzlement and worry. "Well Tim, of course I'm going to do everything I can, I'll dress sharp, be on time, and rehearse my interview lines, I..." Tim started to interrupt her, and she noticed that look on his face he reserved for the times when she "didn't get it", the look she had seen so many times when he was feeling the need to be superior. She knew that look and hated it. The feelings of sympathy and concern for him that had been building in her heart were suddenly on their way out the door, replaced by long familiar, deep seated resentment. Tim let out a little sarcastic huff as he interjected, "I didn't think I'd have to spell it out for you darling," Elaine had begun to dislike the way he referred to her as "darrr-ling" some time ago, and it was particularly galling at the moment. "but what I'm trying to get you to understand is that if Steven wants you to do something you normally wouldn't do to get the job, I want you to know it's ok with me if want go ahead with it." Elaine's mouth contorted slightly and her head shook rapidly side to side in an expression of confused distaste, as though she had just bitten a lemon. She let a disgruntled breath out through her nose and frowned as she asked the rhetorical question: "What kind of 'Things' are you talking about Tim?" Tim rolled his eyes, "Well darling I'm talking about things a man like Steve might ask you to do that you might normally find distasteful, you know, like...well you know!" "Like Sexual favors!?", Elaine's eyes went wide and her mouth fell open as rapid gasp of breath filled her lungs, her hand went to cover her mouth, as she started to shake with hurt and rage. "Tim!" she spat "How could you ever, ever, think that I would do something like that? Tim pursed his droll little mouth, "E-laine," he paused and gave her another annoying eye-roll, and his verbal dam seemed to burst. "Come on Elaine! All these late nights at the office, for over a year now! The way you positively glow every time Steven's name comes up, the way you always go on and on about Steven. Steven this Steven that, Steven, Steven, Steven! I know you've got something going on with him, I know you're probably fucking him, don't deny it! If you' aren't fucking him I..." Tim's words were violently slapped from his mouth as Elaine delivered him a savage roundhouse to the jaw that he never saw coming. The sheer brutality of it shocked Elaine as much as it did Tim. He looked up to see the most intense anger he had ever known coming from straight from her tear filled eyes. As a trickle of blood and saliva escaped over his cracked lip, he heard her speak very quietly. "You bastard," Elaine continued eerily, her tone quiet but shaking uncontrollably, "all this time I have been a faithful wife to you, making a home for you, slaving away long hours at a difficult job, paying the bills and putting food on the table, speaking well of you, thinking well of you, while you sit around the house all day feeling sorry for yourself, and you have the audacity to say, even think that I have been unfaithful to you!" Elaine wasn't trying to cover herself or maintain her modesty any longer, her bra-clad breasts thrust aggressively from her open blouse as she stood with a fiery glare of hate and disgust in her eyes, quaking with rage. A strange sensation of power began to stir in her. Her disgust for Tim began to form her words, "So what specific things do you want me to do for Steven?" Elaine brought herself to full height before him, "Do you want me to get down on my knees in front of him and beg him for the job, is that it Tim?" Elaine unconsciously pushed out aggressively with the flat of her hand, striking Tim's chest and pushing him back. "What should I do while I'm down there Timmy, huh? Should I offer to polish his shoes for him maybe, hmm?" Elaine's breasts were shaking with each hammer clap of her heart, she was beginning to feel that strange power growing within . "Should I get all the way down and polish his shoes with my tongue, how far do you want me to go to ingratiate myself Tim?" She noticed from the corner of her eye that a small bulge had appeared at the front of Tim's sweat pants. The bastard was getting turned on by the whole scenario. Elaine cocked her eyebrow, "Timmy did you take some Viagra? Your wee-wee seems to be more willing than usual today!" If Tim thought about turning aside or covering with his hands, it was too late. Shocked and in awe of this side of herself she had not experienced before, Elaine began to forget the sweet, proper suburban housewife self-image she'd had always had and began to roll with the aggression she was feeling. Elaine reached forward and grasped the tip of Tim's prick through the fabric of his sweatpants, pinching it and holding tight "It's been so long since I've seen this little guy erect? I thought you said you were having 'issues'?" The corner of her mouth twitched and began to curl slightly, "What's up with this Tim, are you getting turned on by our little chat?" He started to fumble an answer, but her free hand came out of left field to slap the other side of his face with a force that yet again stunned and surprised them both. She held a finger to her lips, whispering in a disturbing, sarcastic, matronly tone "Sh-ssh, it was a rhetorical question 'darr-ling'." She pinched tightly and began to tug back and forth on his prick slightly as she began to find words coming from her mouth that she had never imagined herself saying. Tim's mouth fell open and his face took on a slightly stupefied look, the barely perceptible beginnings of a groan coming from his throat. "So is this turns you on now, the thought of your sweet little wife, down on her knees for her boss? Is that what turns you on Timmy? Tim's face was contorting as Elaine's tugging began to slow and find a rhythm. A disturbing look came across Elaine's face. The corner of her mouth curled fully into a sardonic grin, but there was no joy in her eyes. "You know Tim, you haven't yet told me what you want me to do for Steven, so come on! Out with it my dear husband, I want to hear it from your own lips. Give me specifics, set some limits if you want to, otherwise, do you know what I'll do?" Tim just looked at her slack jawed and shook his head weakly. "I think I'm going to march into Steven's office tomorrow and tell him to forget the job, I don't want it. How does that is grab you?" Tim swallowed hard then stuttered a bit, "I...I just thought that if he asked for a b-blowjob you could go ahead and do it...if it meant getting the job anyway...that's all." Elaine's malevolent grin deepened, her eyes narrowed, her thumb and forefinger wrapped around his cockhead, pulling insistently "So you want me to get on my knees and give him head? What if he doesn't want to stop there?" Her tugging was getting painful, "What if wants to fuck me, how about that Tim?" She had so seldom used the 'F' word over the course of her life that it seemed incredibly alien and empowering coming so freely out of her mouth just now. She couldn't tell if Tim gave a little nod or if it was a pre ejaculation shiver from the harsh attention she was paying to his willing little member. It had never taken very much effort to make Tim cum. "Do want me to let him bend me over his desk and do me doggy style?" She was rolling now, feeling so in control of the situation it began to intoxicate her, "Steven's a big man, he might hurt me, what if he wants anal sex Tim, what about that?" She increased the speed of her stroking, and over-tightened her grip. She knew he had to be close. "Do you even care if he hurts me honey?" She made a pouty face, "I've never wanted to feel the pain of anal sex, do you want me to let him do things to me that I've never allowed you?" Elaine gazed up in mock puzzlement, "What's that expression of yours?" She snapped her fingers and let go a mocking laugh, "Hah! I remember now, 'Taking it in the ass for the TEAM!' that's it!" Tim shuddered and moaned "Y,ye-ess!" wetting the front of his sweat pants with his thin ejaculate. Elaine released her grip on his little pulser and gave it a hard sideways slap. She grabbed his chin roughly with her whole hand and forced his eyes to meet hers and spat, "Fuck you Tim." She threw his jaw aside and turned towards the bathroom, leaving him standing there, feeble and shaken. "Okay Timmy, I'll sleep on it tonight, we'll see what happens tomorrow. For now, I need that bath worse than ever." She mused to herself, "Damn, I was just going to shave my legs for tomorrow, now it looks like I have to shave all my body hair." She turned to him and lowered her gaze, "I don't want to see you or hear you again until tomorrow night, got it? I'll talk to you when I get home. Don't worry your pretty little head Timmy; I'll get the job, no matter what it takes." She continued towards the bathroom door, stripping her remaining clothes off as she went, "Make sure you get the girls off to school in the morning, I'm not doing that anymore. Now get out of my room you little bastard." As she slipped into the hot water and heard the bedroom door close, Elaine quickly began to relieve the sexual tension that had been building between her legs since the afternoon. Elaine Ch. 02 Elaine pulled her tits away from me and took my hand in hers. "Daddy, we'll be much more comfortable in the bedroom than at the kitchen table." I got up and she led me to her bedroom. When we got there, the Notre Dame t-shirt and the BYU shorts came off me and she laid me down on the bed. My cock was standing straight up in the air making an easy target for her mouth. Her red hair draped over her face and my cock as she slipped the head deep into her throat. It felt like my prick had to be lodged in her stomach she had it so deep. Then she started a bobbing motion that brought her mouth to the very tip of my dick before plunging the entire length of my meat rod back into her mouth and throat. The touch of her sharp little teeth and her swirling tickling tongue soon had my cock harder than it had ever been in my life. "Baby, if you don't stop, I'm going to cum in your mouth." "Mmmmmpppfff!" I let loose and sent shot after creamy hot shot of sperm down her gullet. She swallowed as fast as she could, but some of my spunk found its way past my cock and dribbled down onto my balls. When she saw this cum on my balls after I had stopped shooting jets into her, she licked it up with her tongue. "Now that wasn't so bad was it, Daddy?" "Ohhhh. Elaine. We really shouldn't have done that." "This is only the beginning of what we are going to do. Didn't you like it?" "I haven't cum like that since before your mother died." "Then it was about time to cum like that again. Can you get it back up?" "Look." My cock which had been getting soft had somehow managed to spring back to life. "Your turn, baby girl. Let daddy send you to heaven." Elaine rolled over onto her back and looked up at me. I kissed her starting with her eyes and proceeding to her pussy by way of two gorgeous tits and a navel. When my tongue hit her clit, Elaine could not remain still. Involuntarily her body started humping up against my ravishing tongue. "Oh, Daddeeeeee! Oh, why did we wait so long? We should have been doing this year ago." I didn't answer with words. My tongue increased its speed and pressur on her nubbin of nerves and my finger reached into her pussy to probe her depths. Elaine was soaking wet from my efforts and from her own lusty desire to fuck her father, the man who had planted the seed that led to her birth,. The fruit of his loins was trying to bear his fruit once again. My dick grew into a bar of tempered steel leaking pre-cum all over her sheets. Elaine reached down and pulled me up until my cock was resting at the entrance to her love grotto. "Are you sure you want this, Elaine? It's not too late to back out you...." She pulled me up and kissed me letting her tongue slip into my mouth to savor the flavor of her own essence. The movement served to jam my cockhead against her pussy lips and, with just one extra movement on her part, my prick entered her body for the very first time. I had forgotten how good a real pussy felt and marvelled at how soft and firm her cunt walls were. Her hands grabbed my buttocks and pulled me the rest of the way inside her steamy snatch. I was balls deep in my own daughter and didn't have the first touch of guilt about it. I just held my dick still inside her savoring the feeling of love that surrounded my turgid flesh. She must have also wanted to savor the feeling for she held just as still. We lay like that for at least two minutes before our basic animal instincts kicked in and we started moving our bodies in small delicate movements. This entire time our tongues were duelling back and forth and our lips were locked tight in what had to have been one of the sexiest kisses in my entire life. When our hips started their movements, we came up for air and looked each other in the eye. What I saw in her eyes was Elaine's love for me and I hope she saw the same when she looked into my eyes. "Daddy, you feel so good inside me. You're so much bigger than Harry was inside me and you feel soooooo good. And you are so very hard. I think I can feel every little vein on your cock." "Well, you remind me of the first time I made love to your mother. She was a virgin that night and she was so hot and tight, just like you are right now." "Daddy, I'm no virgin. I was married for almost four years. Harry did find the time to fuck me during all that time." "I know, but you feel so hot and tight around my dick that I can easily imagine you are your mother. What am I saying? You aren't your mother, you're her daughter--my daughter! My God, what are we doing?" "We're fucking like two adult human beings fuck." Elaine locked her ankles behind my buttocks to prevent my pulling out of her cunt. "Daddy, relax. This isn't wrong unless we make it wrong. Nobody else is going to find out because neither of us is going to talk about it to anybody else. Sex between two people who love each other should never be wrong." "I don't know, Elaine. I want you, but part of me says that this is all wrong." "Shut the fuck up, Daddy, and fuck the hell out of my pussy, NOW!" "You sound just like your mother." I laughed. "Yes, dear, I'll fuck your cunt right now and leave a big load of hot creamy cum in my daughter's incestuous pussy. Is that what you want?" "Yesssss! Oh, just like that. That feels so good. Oh, stir that hot pussy juice." Our hips started their dance routine, a routine I thought I had forgotten and would never use again. I guess sex is just like riding a bike, once you know how, you never forget. I picked up the pace until Elaine was thrashing around under me, humping upwards to meet my downward pistoning cock. The only sounds were the sloshing noise made by my dick and our moans that rose into a crescendo the closer we both got to our orgasms. My cock pounded in and out of Elaine's pussy. Her cunt walls tightened at the bottom of each stroke and seemed reluctant to let my dick leave the warm confines of her vagina. My lust took over and I forgot how wrong this act of sexual depravity was. I didn't care. For the first time in over three years my cock was surrounded by hot, wet pussy flesh and I sure as Hell wasn't going to stop until my seed spilled out into Elaine's writhing body. The feelings coming from the head of my fleshy pole brought back moments with Elaine's mother before she became sick and died. Evelyn was the only other woman I had ever fucked and I never thought I would ever fuck another woman in my lifetime, but Elaine had opened Pandora's sexual box and I knew that this would not be the last time I fucked my hot daughter. "Penny for your thoughts." "Elaine, I was just thinking how hot your body is and how much I am going to give you when I come. You know that I haven't fucked any woman in three years and you are going to get all that I can give you." "I thought you were thinking sexy thoughts." "Not just sexy, but sinfully sexy. I was thinking about how much I was going to enjoy fucking you over and over again." "Good. Now fuck my cunt raw." "You got it!" My cock grew even larger, if that was possible, and expanded to fill every nook and cranny inside my daughter's willing snatch. Her moans were getting louder and I knew that she would not be able to hold back her orgasm much longer. I was almost there myself, but not quite. Elaine spasmed around my cock with a loud scream that sounded like she was in pain but was actually a sound of her joyful release. Her hips moved up and she locked me in position with her ankles. I couldn't move my cock inside her pussy and I was so very close to filling her cunt with my hot seed, seed I was planting in hopes of making her the baby she had told me she wanted to have. I felt the urge to cum ebb as Elaine relaxed her ankle hold on my body. I started pumping into her hot love box once again knowing full well that my climax was but a few strokes away. Quickly, I felt the surge of my cum rising through my urethra and the semi-painful spasms of my cock pushing my seed out of the piss slit on the end of my dick. My hot sperm splashed violently against the walls of her vagina and I pushed my dick even harder into her body holding it as deep as I could get. Once again, she locked my body with her ankles and held me deep inside her. "Aaaarrrrgggghhhh! Daddy, that feels so good. I'd almost forgotten how good it feels to have hot sperm splashing inside my pussy. God, you're good! No wonder Mom loved you as much as she did. Your cock is amazing." "Well, you're pretty hot stuff yourself. Elaine, for a non-virgin you have to have the tightest cunt I've ever imagined possible on a woman." We lay there for some time basking in the afterglow of our sexual union. Neither of us said a word. Our tender kissed and gentle caresses said it all. Sometime during this period we drifted off to sleep. The last thought I had before I took my unplanned morning nap was that we had so much more to explore with each other. I went to sleep with a smile on my face. Incest was not so bad a thing after all.