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Katie Loves Her Mom

By: MaryAnderson



I could hear my daughter charging up the stairs. That was not unusual, she charged almost everywhere. She had been out late the night before, her eighteenth birthday, with friends and had been downstairs chatting with Ryan, her father and my husband, while he prepared omelets for breakfast. Ryan, who was used to our daughter's seemingly inexplicable impulses, was not surprised when she bolted from the kitchen when he mentioned that I was upstairs breaking down the beds.

My daughter was on the stairs when I pulled the sheets from her bed and out popped a small white vibrator. My first thought was that it looked like mine; my second thought -- it took a moment to sink in -- was that it was mine. That's when Katie plowed into the room and saw me staring at it.

She's a bright girl. She instantly understood the situation. She gave me her biggest widest smile, the one that says, "Just me being me," which almost always works. In a lilting, questioning tone, she said, "I guess I'm busted."

Just then my husband called from downstairs, "Breakfast is ready."

I handed Katie the sheets, "Put these in the washer. You and I will have a conversation later." I returned the vibrator to my bedroom and headed downstairs.

Katie was sheepish at breakfast and, in an obvious play to my goodwill, volunteered to help me clean the house. It was while she and I were upstairs making beds that I had the chance to ask: "How long has this been going on?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"About six weeks. I heard you using it when Dad was in San Francisco. You seemed to be enjoying yourself a lot more than I do when I use my fingers. So the next day I borrowed it when I got home from school. It was a heck of a lot better than my fingers; it was better than the clumsy high school boys. I figured after the party last night I'd be plenty horny, so I borrowed it yesterday afternoon. I figured with Dad in town you wouldn't notice."

My anger over her using my vibrator was temporarily superceded by my anger over her listening to me masturbate.

"Katie, you shouldn't be spying on me!"

She looked genuinely hurt.

"Mom, it's not fair to blame me for that. It was the night Dad was out of town and you and I watched a movie. I was falling asleep on the couch so you put a blanket over me, kissed me goodnight, and went upstairs. I'm not sure how long I was asleep, but when I woke up you were at the bottom of the stairs and talking to Dad with that thing was between your legs. I couldn't hear what you guys were saying, but it didn't take a lot of imagination. What was I supposed to do? Say excuse me and leave?" 

I remembered the evening. I had gone upstairs to masturbate, but missed my husband. I went back downstairs to fetch the phone and called Ryan. He was as randy as I was. We immediately started describing what we'd do to each other when he got back and, impatient, I stopped on the stairs. I knew my daughter was in the next room, but figured she was asleep.

My face turned bright red. "No, you did the right thing. My bad."

"Well Mom, you seemed to enjoy it so much I decided to borrow it. The damn thing is addicting." It was then that Katie noticed my flushed face. "Don't get all discombobulated Mom. You two are cool."

"I didn't think parents could be cool."

"Well, cool for parents. You and Dad are so much in love. Most of my friends' parents barely acknowledge each other's existence, you and Dad still light up when the other enters the room. Living in the same house with the two of you its kinda hard not to notice you can't keep your hands off each other. Like I said, it's kinda cool."

"Well, good. Now I'll be completely self-conscious."

* * * *

I was twenty-one when I met my husband at Georgia Tech's campus bookstore. I was about to graduate; he was an assistant professor in the metallurgy department. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and was seeing an assortment of party guys. The kind of guys who'd take me out dancing to the break of dawn and screw me in the parking lot as the sun came up. Ryan came across as studious, thoughtful, stable, and a bit nerdy. He seemed like a nice balance. I gave him my phone number.

Two hours later my phone rang.

"Lois, I figured this was the shortest socially acceptable amount of time I could wait before calling." He wasn't playing hard to get.

He asked me to lunch. Then he asked me to lunch again. After awhile he got a Tuesday night spot. Then, even, a regular weekend date. My girlfriends were a bit confused; he was neither hunk nor party animal and, by our standards, he was old. I made some facile excuses - he made enough money to treat a girl right - but the fact was that he was growing on me.

Part of it was that he treated me so well. My good time Charlie's might cancel a date at the last minute, show up two hours late, or start flirting with the nearest blonde when I was in the bathroom. Ryan opened doors for me, pulled out my chair, and showed up with flowers instead of cheap wine to see how fast he could get me drunk. Part of it was that he didn't compete. None of the other guys wanted to be my steady, but they all wanted to out do each other. They wanted to hear they were the best looking or best dancer or most fun or best fuck. He didn't. He never asked about the other guys. Years later I asked him about it. 

"Babe," he told me, "I couldn't compete with those guys' looks and I didn't want to compete with them playing the bad boy. All I could be was the best me. And I had this weird sort of belief that if I was, it would all work out." 

And part of it was that he adored me. Girls like to be adored. 

He was the obvious candidate to go to my graduation and meet the parents. At dinner he was deferential and charming. My mother developed an instant crush on him. Afterwards he walked me back to my place and gave me my graduation gift. I was stunned. It was a beautiful antique broach, inlaid with pearl. 

"My god, it's lovely. Where did you get it?"

"You don't remember?"

"No." 

"You and I were at an antique shop in Chamblee about two months ago. It was in the display case. You raved about it. When we stopped at Mona's," my favorite Lebanese restaurant, "on the way home I excused myself, called the shop, and asked the owner to set it aside. I came back the following day and bought it."

That night I did something I'd had thought impossible when he and I had chatted at the bookstore months earlier. I invited him into my bedroom and we became lovers. And, it turned out, he was fucking fantastic. He started with a long back and front rub that had me dripping wet. He made patient, expert, love to my breasts with his tongue and lips while using his fingers to bring me off. He held me through that orgasm, ran his fingers over my body until I was ready to go again, and then used his mouth until, rutting in need, I came all over his face. After I recovered from that he sucked each of my toes before kissing and licking up my body. When he reached my face his lips toyed with mine, the passion building, and then in the midst of a mind-bending, deeply sensual sexy loving kiss, he entered me. 

Somehow, I didn't expect him to be as big as he was. His was not the largest I'd known, but it was healthy. At first he just let it sit inside me, occasionally jerking it with his muscles while kissing my face, breasts, mouth, ears, nose, and neck until, despite the late hour and the bevy of orgasms I'd already experienced, I craved his cock. He seemed to know when I was ready and began to fuck me, slow and steady. Soon I was digging my fingernails in his back, moaning, loving the feel of his lean body on mine, his chest against my swollen breasts.

When the time was right he pulled out, rolled me over, and stood me on my knees. I was desperate to have him back inside me. He fitted the head of his dick to me and slipped only it inside. The muscles at the entrance of my vagina flexed open and close, working over the crown of his cock. After several minutes he took my hips in his hands and eased the rest of the way inside me. I had never felt anything so sensual.

As my cunt yielded to his magnificent cock he talked to me: "Babe, I've been waiting for this moment for months, longing for it, dreaming about it. But you are even tighter, softer, wetter, sweeter that I imagined. It's like your pussy is sucking me inside. Your sweet cunt makes my dick feel so good, like it was built for my cock."

He was in no hurry; he savored the sensations my body brought him. Having already been brought off several times, I was also relaxed, loving just having him inside me. I just let myself go, gobbling up the jolts of electric pleasure pouring from my cunt and lapping like waves through my body. I should have been exhausted, we had already stayed up late with my parents and had been in bed together for what seemed like hours, but it was as if my mind was in semi-twilight, too tired to think critically, open to all that was happening to me.

I dropped my head down to the bed, looking back. I cold see his testicles swing back and forth and feel then slap against me. "Ummm...ohhhh...uhhhh...," I started whimpering. I needed to be fucked. "Ahhhhhh...fuck...more, fuck me more...," I moaned

He picked up the pace. I rested my head on my hands, my bottom in the air, the bed swinging in harmony with our movements. I would have doubted I had another orgasm in me, but it was now clear he was on his way to finding it.

He also stumbled on to one my secrets, I like a little dirty talk. 

"More. You want more? You like my dick? Do you want me to dick you?"

"Yes please...uhhhhmmmm..., oh god yes."

"Do you like my dick, baby? Is it filling up your hot tight twat? Do you like the way I dick you? I know my dick likes your wet hot pussy."

"Uuhhhmmm...oh my god...ahhhhh...I like it...oh my...this feels soooo good..., dick me, dick me." 

Holding me around the waist, he started thrusting hard. His motions were short, leaving most of his cock buried within me. I was incredibly turned on. I didn't understand how he could keep going. My other lovers would have blown their cookies by now, but he kept pounding me. There was an aching feeling in me, building, growing, and then, suddenly and explosively, I came. It started in my vagina, but the waves of pleasure quickly radiated through my body, going on and on, spreading throughout me and consuming my entire being like rivulets endlessly echoing back and forth across the surface of a pond. 

As I, impaled on his hard cock, quivered and shook, he divined when I was at my peak and pushed hard into me, half-shouting, half-grunting, "Oh fuck yessssss...I am cumming! Ahhhhhhhhhhh..."

It took me awhile to become oriented to something other than my own electric pleasure, but when I did I found our two sweaty naked bodies, both sucking in air, intertwined and laying in bed together. His leg was draped across mine and I rested my head on his chest. He folded his arms around me and we slept. I was awakened the next morning by my lover, a smile on his face and a cup of coffee, an absolute necessity in my universe, in his hand. He remembered exactly how much sugar and cream I liked. He hustled me up so we wouldn't be late meeting my parents for breakfast. When he left the table, ostensibly to go to the boy's room but in reality to pick up the tab, my parents peppered me with questions, mostly about why I'd been hiding this guy from them. For the first time in my life the fact that my parents approved of a boyfriend seemed important. 

We walked my parents back to their car to say goodbye and then hurried back to my house and spent the day in bed. I can't say I fell in love with him or decided to marry him that day, but the other boyfriends quickly fell away. I moved in with him that fall when I started law school at Emory University. We married over Christmas and Katie was conceived shortly thereafter, being born before the year was out. Through my years school he was always supportive and when, after two years of practice I decided the law was not for me, he supported my decision to return to school to get a masters degree in social work. 

Sex was cental to our relationship. Although neither of us objected to a quickie, sex was not normally something we did in a hurried burst at the end of the day; it was something to which we devoted an afternoon. He was my shaman, able to read my body, to know exactly how to touch me, how to keep me riding on the edge of an orgasm or, push me over. 

Not that our marriage had been perfect. There had been difficult times in our marriage, starting at the beginning. He had wanted a big family and I was unable to conceive after Katie. If he resented it, I never knew it. Katie was right, I loved my husband and blessed my good fortune daily. He seemed to feel the same way. His sharp intake of breath whenever he saw me naked let me know he appreciated the hours I spent in the gym. At 5 feet 6 inches tall, I had managed to keep my weight between 115 and 120 pounds. My moderate B's matched my curvy figure and after years of trying to get my butt hard and tight I had finally given up and accepted my husband's assurance that he liked a little wiggle in my walk. My straight blond hair (okay brown, I dye it), complemented my pale white skin, which is the perfect palette for make-up. As to facial features, I have hazel eyes, good cheekbones, and a wide mouth. However, I think my lips, which are especially large and round, are my best feature. 

As to my husband, his daily five mile runs and willingness to let me make all grooming and dressing decisions meant that, in his late forties, he was a better looking man then when I met him.

To top off the fairy tale, we even did quite well. My practice was solid and Ryan a full professor. He had become one of leading experts in his field and was often retained as an expert witness in metal failure cases. It kept him away, which was bad, but paid extremely well, which was good. 

* * * *

I drove my husband to the airport on Monday morning; he was going to spend several days in Maine on a case. He had offered to drive himself, but I was free and I thought it would be nice to see him off. I also had an ulterior motive. There was a sex shop near the airport and with my husband leaving town I would need a vibrator. I couldn't quite bring myself to use the one my daughter had been pressing into her sex. I was also considering getting Katie one. Buying your daughter a sex toy wasn't exactly normal, but I had been a horny teenaged girl and knew the importance of finding a way to satisfy yourself. I also recalled her comment about clumsy teen-aged boys. It was best to provide an alternative.

After dropping my husband off and donning big sunglasses and a sweatshirt, I entered the "adult emporium." It was pretty seedy and I thought it best to obscure my identity. The clerk gave me a good long look, commented that I must be a really lonely lady if I needed two of these things, and offered to show me how they worked. I politely turned him down and left.

When Katie got home from school I presented her with the vibrator and the caution it might be best that we not tell her father. She jumped in my arms, kissed me, and headed upstairs for her bedroom. She went to a friend's house, came home, and headed upstairs. She ate dinner and headed upstairs. She did her homework in the den, but took two breaks to head upstairs. The image of my daughter cumming as she jammed the vibrator against her vagina and clit was getting to me. I got jumpy waiting for Ryan's phone call and when it finally came, my daughter was fully aware why I hustled to my room.

Day two of the vibrator regime was like day one. In the morning I had to threaten Katie to get her hands out of her crotch and her butt out of bed. That evening Katie made no effort to excuse her frequent trips to her room. The image of my daughter on her bed bringing herself to climax after climax had me in a constant state of arousal. The phone sex with my husband that night was intense. If he was wondering what was going on, he did not ask. 

Day three promised to be tougher, my husband was being deposed that day and expected to be working late. There would be no phone sex. When Katie asked if I wanted to watch "Like Water for Chocolate," a 1992 Mexican film, I agreed. It turned out she was cheating a bit, the novel was assigned reading in her literature class. If you haven't seen the film or read the book, I strongly recommend them. The issue that particular night, however, was not their quality, it was their content: they don't make many movies this romantic. 

Upon their first meeting fifteen year old Tita and Pedro fell instantly, passionately, deeply, in love. Tita's mother refused to allow them to marry, citing a family tradition that required the youngest daughter to remain unwed and care for the mother. The mother offered instead her oldest daughter, whom Pedro married so he could be near Tita. Their unrequited longing, however, was too much and eventually Tita has a breakdown and was nursed back to health by a kindly doctor, whom she agreed to marry. When she returned home to attend her mother's funeral, however, she met Pedro and they finally consummated their love. Upon her return home she confessed her infidelity to the doctor, who reluctantly agreed to end the engagement. 

Twenty years later, his wife having died, Pedro found Tita after a long search and, his passion undiminished, asked her to marry him. They made love on the spot, igniting their own long pent-up passions too quickly and Pedro died in the midst of a sensuous orgasm. Her lover dead, Tita took her own life, burning down the family ranch in the process. 

Katie and I watched, transfixed. Katie was also openly aroused; one hand had drifted to her breasts to stroke her erect nipples and the other under the blanket to her sex. With about half an hour to go she paused the film, ran upstairs, and returned with our vibrators. She handed me mine and turned hers on. It, and her hand, disappeared under her blanket.

Her response was instantaneous. "Ahhh..." 

"Katie!"

"Sorry Mom, so sexy, I can't help myself. Want me to go upstairs?"

Propriety demanded I turn off the movie, we go to our respective bedrooms, bring ourselves off, and return to watch the end of the film. But at the moment propriety didn't seem to matter. What mattered was the swamp of lust between my legs. Upstairs, I reasoned, each of us would know exactly what the other was doing, would hear the other's moans, and would meet back in the hallway aglow in post-orgasmic blush; the only difference would be that there would be a wall between us.

"Go ahead baby, but keep this between us."

"Right Mom."

My daughter turned the movie back on and brought the device to her pussy. She did not immediately try to bring herself off, but carefully escalated the pleasure between her legs in harmony with the film's increasing passion. The pleasure radiating from her face and her soft moans quickly overcame my will power and I switched on my vibrator and ran it down my labia to the wet lips of my pussy. Mimicking Katie, I calmly, deliberately, took my time, wringing every possible sensation from my sex. As the movie ended Katie and I came together.

We picked up a few things and headed for bed. I brought my phone with me, hoping Ryan was up late and would call. Unfortunately, imagining the prurient conversation I intended to have with my husband only served to incite the burning between my legs and I was quickly too aroused to wait. I switched the vibrator on, imagining Pedro crawling between my legs, and was quickly moving towards an orgasm which I hoped would bring sleep. I was trying to keep my groans low enough so my daughter wouldn't hear when she burst through the door and threw herself on my bed.


Katie Loves Her Mom Ch. 02



I arrived at the game a few minutes late. A knot of Katie's friends waved me over. Among them were Trevor and Patrick, two good looking guys she sometimes dated, although neither qualified as a steady boyfriend. I joined the group.

Katie was playing catcher. It was a lovely sunny afternoon and as I watched the game and enjoyed the outdoors my thoughts turned to last night. I had already digested the most obvious problem: Katie and I should not be sleeping together, licking each other's breasts, French kissing, and sharing vibrators. More fundamentally, I wondered whether Katie was gay and how I felt about it? I noticed, as if seeing it for the first time, how many of her female friends and teammates were unashamedly butchy. Last night she had initiated the conduct between us. She had never eschewed men, she had regular dates and showed every sign of liking guys. On the other hand, she did not have a regular boyfriend and showed every sign of liking everybody. 

I also wondered about myself. Not only had I been aroused last night, I had been aroused all week by my daughter's constant and open masturbation. While I knew my husband's return would help resolve the fire constantly burning between my legs, it was clear that my daughter turned me on. I had always thought my daughter was beautiful, but I had been seeing her with a mother's eye. I was now seeing her as a sexual creature and she was stunning. 

Katie went one for three and drew a walk, scored one of her team's seven runs, and played solid defense. In the top of the ninth, with her team up by three, a runner tried to tag up from third on a short, one out, fly to centerfield. Katie took the throw and blocked the plate. The girls collided and went sprawling in the dirt. Katie leaped up, holding the ball in air. It was the third out: game over. The other girls ran over and congratulated her. I suppressed my first urge, to run over and take care of my baby. I would first let her celebrate with her teammates. 

I walked over after the girls separated. Coach was looking at Katie's leg, which featured an abrasion several inches long and wide. 

Kate saw me. "Mom, whatta ya think. You see that girl smack into me?" She pointed at the girl, who was leaving the field limping, leaning on two teammates. "Oh, wait a minute." She popped up, leaving Coach and I in the lurch, and ran to the girl, comforted her, and finished with a big hug.

She jogged back. I shook my head. "Katie, watching you get hurt worries me to death," and finished with a curse, "I hope your daughter's as impetuous as you are."

Coach had taken advantage of Katie's absence to fetch a first aid kit. Coach, as Katie invariably called her, was in her early 30's. She had short black hair and an athletic, stocky build. I had long thought that with a little investment in her hair and make-up, she could be an attractive woman, but Coach seemed perfectly comfortable as she was.

After a long look at the scrape on the back of Katie's leg, Coach addressed me, her tone confident. "Miss Stepton, it's not as bad as it looks, but you're going to have to help her out. She can't see the wound and if you let have her way she'll be out shooting hoops five minutes after she gets home."

She knew my daughter.

"There's some dirt in it. She should soak in a tub until its soft and the dirt has dissolved. Then irrigate it with Shur-Clens and clean it. Do you have hydrogen peroxide?" 

"Yes."

"Use that for the cleaning. Then apply an antibiotic ointment, give it some time to dry, and dress the wound." She fished most of what I would need from her bag. 

She turned to my daughter, her stare intense, "Katie, that was a heck of a play you made out there, but we were up three runs. It was unnecessary. Try not to get yourself killed." And then, to reassure her, and accompanied by a pat on the butt, "We need you."

"Yes, Coach."

"And do what your Mom says."

"Yes, Coach."

I was struck, as I had been before, by how my daughter and the rest of the girls seemed to love this woman and her calm take-charge style.

When we got home I directed Katie to my bedroom. The tub there was the biggest and most comfortable. After unpacking I entered the room; the water was running and Katie nonchalantly peeling off her clothes. My effort to organize my thoughts was derailed as last night's event played in my mind. When Katie was naked she poked a toe in the tub to check on the temperature and adjusted the hot water. I looked away, trying to collect my thoughts.

"It's too warm, it'll take a couple of minutes to get right. Mom, can you take a look at me leg, but please don't touch it."

I went down to a knee, steadied myself by putting a hand on Katie's butt, and studied the wound. Coach was right, it looked worse than it was. It would hurt, but there'd be no permanent damage or scarring. When I realized I was squeezing her butt I jerked my hand awat.

"It's gonna sting when you get in the tub, but you'll be okay."

I stood back up and for the second time in two days was staring squarely at my naked daughter. Until the last few days I had managed to see her with the eyes of a mother, transmogrifying this stunning eighteen year old into a little girl. The unabashed adult femininity of the creature before me, now rendered that conjuring act impossible. She was not a beautiful child, she was a beautiful woman.

My daughter noticed my obvious interest. Adopting a strong man pose, arms bent at the elbows, hands in the air, she said, "Do you like what you see?"

"Yes, you're beautiful." I was surprised by the passion in my voice.

She kissed me on the cheek, her breasts touching my arms. "Thanks Mom, I got good genes."

She stepped into the tub. When the abrasion hit the water she squealed, more for effect than anything else. I got up to leave, but she asked me to stay and talk to her. She lay back and closed her eyes, providing me the opportunity to study her exquisite build.

Katie's large breasts had a beautiful round shape. Her nipples, especially compared to her large breasts, were small but with a wonderful rose color that contrasted nicely with the creamy whiteness of her skin. Her powerful rangy body was firm, but except for the arms and shoulders, not obviously muscled. There were a few beauty marks scattered across her breasts and abdomen. She trimmed her pussy hair, which was slightly darker than the blonde hair on her head. While we talked she occasionally dragged her hand across her body, giving out a small happy sigh at the pleasure it brought her.

Watching her I recognized a difference between my daughter and I. Outside of sex, I saw my body as something to be taken care of, to be preserved, more for show than use. My daughter was different. Katie celebrated her physicality. She loved movement, she loved sports and, it was clear, she loved sex. Over the last few days I had tried to say no to her constant masturbation and then to last night's events. My daughter, who seemed to revel in the pleasure her sexuality brought her, probably didn't understand why I wanted to.

My phone rang. I picked it up

"Hello."

"Miss Stepton, this is June Robin."

The voice was familiar, but I didn't recognize the name. The caller discerned my confusion. 

"I guess you know me as Coach, Katie's coach."

"Yes, I'm sorry. I'm not sure anyone's ever told me your name."

"You're not the only parent who has had that problem. How's our girl doing?"

"Fine at the moment. She's soaking in the tub."

My daughter gestured for the phone. I handed it to her. "Coach. Mom's taking good care of me. I'll be ready for the next game."

"We'll see, but if you you'll play outfield. We don't want you to open that thing back up."

"Wherever I'm needed. Thanks for calling. You're the best."

She handed the phone back to me. 

"Miss Stepton."

"Please, call me Lois."

"Yes, Lois. If it's okay with you please send the principal an e-mail allowing Katie to visit with me at lunch tomorrow. By that time she'll need the dressing changed and with your permission I'd like to do so."

"Will do, Coach."

"Please, you can call me June."

"Thank you, June."

"One last thing, when you're cleaning and dressing the wound it's easy to splatter the dressing. I've learned the hard way what that can do to your clothes. You were dressed very nicely at the game today. You may want to put on a robe or something disposable."

"That's a good idea. I hadn't thought of it."

"If you had tidied up as many scraped girls as I have had, you would. And remember, if you need anything, call."

"Will do, and thanks for calling."

I left the room to put on a robe. When I returned my daughter was standing and stretching. Water dripped from her breasts, her ass, her privates. It was a stunning sight. My daughter noticed me checking her out.

"Like what you see, Mama?"

"Katie, I just can't get used to the fact you've grown up."

Katie smiled and turned her back to me, presenting the scrape and her ass. I perched on the edge of the tub to irrigate and clean the wound. Memories of last night filled my mind. I tried to focus on the cut, but I was fast becoming aroused. I needed to finish and shuffle Katie off to her room so I could use my vibrator.

After I dabbed hydrogen peroxide on the surface, I handed Katie a towel. Standing naked before me she dried herself off, seeming to focus (or was it my imagination) on her breasts and pubes. I realized I was staring at her, making no effort to hide it, when she said, "Coach said we should let it dry before putting on the bandage. I'm going to lay down." Before I could answer she strode out of the bathroom, her fine ass rotating back and forth, and flopped face first on my bed.

"Mom, I got a few sore spots from the collision. If I promise to do the dishes for a week would you rub my back?"

"Well, I'd probably do it for free, but I can't turn that offer down."

Initially I focused on her upper arms and shoulders. Her grunts told me when I found the right spots. After about twenty minutes, my hands tiring, I stopped and inspected the wound. It had dried. I applied the bandages. After I did so Katie asked me to massage her undamaged leg. I started working at her knee and moved upward to her thigh. Soft appreciative purring replaced her grunts. Then the unmistakable scent; she was aroused. Confused, I stopped, but she pleaded employing the voice of a little girl, "Please Mommy, it feels so good." I began again. I was within inches of her pussy when she started, subtly, almost imperceptibly, humping the bed. I could see moisture on her pussy hairs and, who was I kidding, feel my own flow increase. 

I was staring at her crotch. Later I realized she was watching me in the vanity's mirror. She said, "Mommy, please use the vibrator on me," and pointed at it on the night stand next to my bed. I wanted to be firm, but my voice was uncertain and tentative, "Katie, I'm not sure we should do this."

"But Mommy, I need it so bad."

She turned to face me and ran her hand gently down my side, brushing against the side of my breast. Goosebumps flared over my body. She then reached for the vibrator, flipped it on, and handed it to me. She lay back on the bed and said, in a soft sweet sexy voce, "Please."

My resistance was disintegrating. What harm could there be in a little play? I could always say no before we went to far. I ran it down the length of her spine.

"Is this what my little girl wants?"

"Oh, yes Mommy."

I dragged it along her flanks, slowing at the sides of her breasts, which were mashed against the bed.

"Are you sure?'

She quivered and whispered, her voice full of need, "Oh yes Mommy."

I ran the vibrator across her ass and then along her inner thighs. Katie's body was shaking with need. I knew I should stop and tried to get a hold of myself, but when Katie slowly lifted her torso from the bed my mouth went dry. I swallowed and ran the vibrator along her breasts, approaching, but not quite reaching, her nipples.

"Are you sure you're sure?" I teased.

She responded in kind. "Oh yes, Mommy, puhleeze."

She knew I was hooked. She angled her butt upwards and I reached under her, touching her between her anus and vagina. Aided by the flow of her juice, the vibrator glided across her skin. I slid it over the face of her vagina. She raised her knees and I ran it in a deliberate, lazy, figure-eight pattern on her labia. She moaned and pulled her knees further under her, rasing her body and giving me unimpeded access. 

I wanted to watch. I lay on the bed and stared at the rosy wet lips of my daughter's pussy. The pubic hairs were matted together and glistened. I used the vibrator on her vagina which soon, seemingly at my command, winked open and shut. It had been years since I had an intimate view of another woman's aroused sex. My husband had often said how he loved just looking at my hot cunt and now I understood why. A woman's privates were an incredibly sexy, incredibly responsive place.

I explored my daughter, running the vibrator on and around her vulva and vagina, along her labia and inner thighs, and returning to the skin between her vagina and butt. She was gasping and groaning. With a new found ambition I determined to become expert in pleasing her, trying to remember how she responded to the varying pressures and places I visited.

As I continued I increased the pressure. Katie loved it; she rotated her hips and groaned, "Nggggghhhhhh, unhhhhhhhhh, enhhhhhhhhhhhh."

I turned the power on the vibrator up a notch and resumed my exploration. Katie became more assertive, moving her ass and hips, using them to control and guide my movements. My beautiful daughter understood her own body; she made sure I visited the places that most craved attention.

And then she spoke in a voice straining too hard with sexual need to be disobeyed: "Mommy, my clittie, do my clittie."

Concerned that the vibrator would be too intense for direct application, I approached the button cautiously, running the vibrator around and above her clitoris in circles. She was gasping and groaning, pushing herself against the machine. I saw her face in the vanity's mirror, eyes shut, hair disheveled, she was focused on what was happening between her legs. Her breasts, the flushed red nipples erect and hard, hung below her, swaying with her movements. 

Her grunts became shorter and tighter. Her distended nipples stood at attention and she lowered herself to her elbows, capturing the nipples between her fingers. She looked back at me. Her lips were slightly parted, revealing her perfect white teeth. I pulled aside the hood of her clitoris and touched its edge with the vibrator. Katie grunted and then, without warning, arched her back and rocked forward, bringing the vibrator into direct contact with her clitoris.

"Oh gooodddddd, Mommmmmmy." She released a breast and reached between her legs, covered my hand with hers, mashed the vibrator into her clit, inhaled, and started shaking, shouting in an otherworldly voice, "Oh god, oh dear god, I am cuummmmming."

Her body violently convulsed. She tottered, as if about to fall, and lowered her shoulder to he bed, turning her head towards the wall. She kept her hand clamped over mine, moving the vibrator against herself. Her muscles, which tightened and relaxed, accentuated her powerful athletic frame. Finally she released my hand and her upper body sank to the mattress. She mumbled, "So good, so good, Mommy," while spreading her legs and letting her butt descend to the bed. 

I was mesmerized by this display of raw sexuality. My daughter knew how to make her body feel good, knew how to find the joy that lay there, and had every intention of doing so. 

Still gasping in delight, she turned her face towards me. She looked as if she had glimpsed Nirvana: her face was soft and her eyelids heavy and slightly lowered. She wore a broad lazy smile. She motioned me towards her, the movement of her arm indolent and uncoordinated. I lay next to her. She kissed me gently on the lips and sank into the mattress. And then, as I watched her body rising and falling in time with her breathing, I was consumed by the burning need between my legs. I rolled on to my back and brought the vibrator, coated with my daughter's juices, to my cunt.

Fascinated by how well Katie understood her own body, I closed my eyes and methodically explored myself with the toy, roaming over my labia, my clit, the mouth and lips of my vagina, down my thighs, and then to my asshole, savoring each sensation. When I returned to my vagina, touching it lightly, the mattress moved. My daughter was shifting positions. Her hand was on mine, moving the vibrator away from my sex. I opened my eyes; she was kneeling between my legs with a wide smile on her face. "I can do better than that thing." She slid her index finger an inch or two inside me. "Nice and wet. Mama, I'm gonna rock your world."

After she gave my vagina a few light, teasing strokes she brought her finger to her mouth and licked off my nectar. "You're deelish, Mom." She again coated the finger and moving forward, straddling my body, dragging her heavy breasts across my chest, offered it to me.

"Katie, I'm not sure...."

"Mom, I am. We'll talk later. For the next little bit you belong to me." 

When she again brought her finger to my mouth I accepted it, cleaning it with my tongue, enjoying my own sweet fruity taste.

She moved back down, stopping briefly to lick and kiss my breasts before nibbling her way down my stomach. As she did so she again dragged her breasts across my skin; I shivered at their heavy firm feel, enjoying their weight against my skin. 

She passed over my sex and instead kissed a knee, munched up my leg to my vagina's edge, returned to the other knee and noshed her way back up. There had been a voice in my head urging me to go no further, but my daughter's teasing had soon super-charged my libido and pure lust, desire, and love drowned any remaining reluctance. I wanted my daughter's face buried in my sex, I needed her to lick me there. When she approached my vagina again I raised my hips, offering her my sex, but she returned to my knee. God I was hot; I craved her mouth on me. Did I need to beg?

I lifted my head from the mattress, looking at the top of her head, and reached down to touch her cheek, "Please baby....."

She looked up at me and smiled; her eyes were playful. She slowly ran her tongue over her full lips and moved up until her face was inches from my sex. She waited a beat or two, as if she was having second thoughts, and then blew some air on my clit, sending shivers up my spine. I grabbed the bed spread and shoved my vagina up towards her face, groaning, "uuuuunnnnhhhhhhhh...." She spread my legs wide, set her tongue just above my anus, and licked firmly, but ever so slowly, from there to the fur above my clitoris. Her fervid, licentious, moans joined mine. She repeated this long sensual lick, maybe a baker dozen times. I pushed myself against her tongue and whenever she reached my clitoris let out a sharp gasp before melting back into the bed.

I was burning up; I was desperate; I needed more, "My clit, baby, my clit."

This time she did not tease. She ran her hands up my sides and took hold of my breasts, wrapped her lips around my clittie, and, creating a vacuum, sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue worked over the button, sometimes touching it hard, sometimes surrounding it with teasing swirling circles, sometimes licking it with short fast strokes. And then, just when I thought I could take no more, she spit out my clittie and licked circles around it before turning her focus to my labia and the mouth of my vagina. I was panting, delirious with need. She released my breasts, spread open the lips of my vagina, and tongue fucked me. The fire between my legs erupted in fury. I took hold of my breasts and squeezed my nipples hard. 




Katie Loves Her Mom Ch. 02



I was squirming and writhing, groaning and wheezing. My daughter's head buried between my legs was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I needed to cum; I needed her to return to my clittie. I took her head in my hands, trying to move her a few inches north. She understood. She looked up and broadly grinned, took my clit in her mouth, and, trapping it between her lips, relentlessly licked it, mostly up-and-down, sometimes side-to-side, sometimes in circles, but all so fucking perfect. She slipped her hands under me and kneaded my ass cheeks while a pinkie coated with my pussy juice tickled the opening of my anus. 

The power to think was gone. My entire being centered on my clitoris. My thighs shook as if independent of my control and I started chanting, "Oooohmygodohmygodohmygod," until I jerked my hips and exploded onto her face. I howled as a dazzling display of lights filled by head and waves of bliss bounded through my body. My hands and legs flailed. Katie kept going, licking and sucking me until I took her head into my shaky hands, trying to pull her away. I didn't have the strength to do so, but she understood. She looked at me. My juice covered the lower half of her face.

"No more?" she said, her tone reflecting a hint of triumph.

I nodded yes.

She snuggled up next to me and lay her head on my shoulder and an arm across my chest. "You like?"

It took awhile, but when the cob-webs cluttering my faculties finally cleared, I said, "I like."

* * * *

I woke up when I felt the bed bounce. 

"How long have I been asleep?"

"About fifteen minutes. Want some ice cream? Your favorite, vanilla with chocolate sauce."

It took me a minute to focus my misty, orgasm-riddled mind, and make out the yellow bowl in her hand. She held out a spoonful. I ate it.

"How ya feelin' Mom?'

While the tone of my voice was still lazy, the words tumbled out. "Actually, fantastic. My toes are still tingling. It was wonderful. You've got your father's knack for eating pussy. Where did you learn to do that? Ohmigod, are you gay?"

"Where did I learn to do that? A girl's gotta be discreet. Am I gay? Don't think so. Some guys, some girls, turn me on. If I am, I'm open to it. How about you? You came pretty hard. Are you gay?"

"No, although right now I not sure what I am."

"You said you wanted to talk." 

I was still enjoying my orgasm and I had certainly forfeited the authority to prescribe moral rules. Thus my voice carried little conviction when I said, "Yes, I mean, it's been great, but you and I, we can't keep doing this."

"Why not, we both seem to like it. I know I do."

"It's been wonderful. But I'm your mother. I'm married to your father. Families do not do this."

She thought about what I said and fed me another spoonful of ice cream. A drop of chocolate sauce fell onto my breast. Before I could protest, she leaned forward and licked it up, her tongue swiping hard across my nipple. No one could have missed my shudder of delight.

She theatrically licked her lips, savoring the taste. "It was consensual -- nice big word there, huh! -- it felt great, we're both adults, and we love each other. Seems like a dumb rule to me."

She fed me another spoon of ice cream, this time smearing some on the side of my mouth and then again moved in to lick it up, running her tongue across my lips. I felt my own mouth open and my tongue pop out, searching for hers. They briefly touched and she continued. "How about this? Dad gets dibs. We won't make love to you when he's available."

While I attempted to frame an answer she ate a spoonful of ice cream. A drop fell onto her breast, flowing down to her nipple. She saw me staring at it. She cupped her breast and leaned forward, offering it to me. I took it into my mouth, captured the ice cream with the tip of my tongue, and kept sucking. I loved the firm softness of her tittie-flesh. The nipple stiffened in my mouth and Katie moaned, "Uuuuunnnhhhhhhh...."

My daughter put down the ice cream and lay on her side next to me, supporting her head on one hand. She licked her finger tips and played with my nipples before her hand drifted across my abdomen, inspecting my stomach and belly-button. 

"Mom, I know I'm supposed to think this is wrong, but no matter how hard I try I can't think of one reason why it is. And, Mom, you've got to admit, it feels so right."

I was thinking about her hand; wanting it buried between my legs; I could not articulate a reasoned response. Instead I pulled her head to mine. Her mouth was open and waiting. I worked my tongue along the inside of her lips and then across then the soft sensitive bottom of her tongue. The tips of our tongues tentatively teased each other and then, with increasing urgency, we took turns exploring the deepest recesses of each other's mouth. 

One, then two, of her fingers slipped inside my sex. I moved my hips in time with her fingers; my pussy gushed juice. Katie pressed her body against mine and kissed my eyes and my nose, my cheeks and my chin. Her mouth roved down my neck to lick and explore the crevices and corners of my ears. My hands ran down her flanks, exploring the warm sweet curves of her body.

When her mouth disappeared I lifted my head to find it, my eyes darting randomly. It was then she took a nipple in her mouth, brushing it with my tongue. I squealed in delight, "Uuuuunnnnhhhhhh. Oh baby, so good, lick it please!"

That she did, thoroughly working over both nipples and then covering my breasts with gentle kisses before pulling the firm flesh between her lips for a series of sweet soft bites. When I thought there could be nothing new, she rolled each breast up and licked hard along the base before slowly and deliberately working up to my nipple, which her tongue pushed hard into my flesh.

"Ohhhh GAWD."

As she made love to my breasts her fingers worked my vagina. Her thumb circled my clitoris, but did not touch it. Instead it massaged the areas above and to each side. When I started to buck underneath her she bent one of the fingers buried in my cunt and found my g-spot while her thumb made direct contact with my clitoris. She sucked a nipple into her mouth, lashing it with her tongue.

I was not sure how long this went on; I was far too immersed, overwhelmed, by the sensations to be conscious of time. I felt the pressure building inside me, craving release and as the intensity increased I started chanting, "Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck...." And then it was all too much. My universe exploded in a rainbow of colors and I heard my own voice, as if it was far away, shouting "CUMMINNNGGGGGGG!"

I writhed on the bed undulating against my daughter's powerful sexy body as the orgasm coursed through my body. When it was over I found myself nestled in Katie's arms, enjoying the warmth of her body. She kissed me gently on the lips; it was perfect.

She held me like that for several minutes. When I finally rolled over and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her sweet lips, Katie, aware that I was once again able to communicate, said, "Want to see another trick I've learned."

I nodded yes.

My daughter rolled me from my side to my back, and motioned me to lift my hips. When I did she slipped a pillow under my butt. She then swung on top of me, her legs between mine, and nudged mine further apart until they were spread wide. She nestled her crotch against mine, as if she were her father preparing to enter me. Holding herself on her arms, her nipples touching mine, she seemed larger than life. "Mom, you're a very sexy woman."

She moved her pussy in a slow circular motion against mine. Both cunts were drenched with juice and the movements smooth, almost silky. It was also intensely stimulating and my labia quickly become engorged with blood. Without changing the pace, Katie lowered herself slightly, putting more pressure on my pussy, and switched to an up and down motion, working the lips of her labia between mine. 

Our soaked sexes slid easily against each other. It was stimulating in ways I had never imagined. I spread my legs further apart, opening my vulva, allowing her to move easily against its inner walls and my clit. In response she clenched her legs together, keeping her vulva closed, allowing her strong pubic bone to slide across me. She began, and I soon imitated, a slow rhythmic humping that spread our juices, completely coating our vulvas and inner thighs. 

As we fucked she held herself above me, letting me glory in the sight of her lovely lust-soaked face and magnificent body. When my eyes fluttered closed she ordered me to open them and look at her. Her breasts, flushed with blood and red nipples hard, swayed back and forth in time with our hips.

I started groaning and Katie picked up speed, sliding her pubes over the full length of my open sex. The stimulation was constant, her pussy never broke contact with mine. The thought that her vulva was actually inside mine was powerfully erotic; I had never imagined two women making love this way. Katie's swollen clitoris poked from its slit and slid along my labia, mashing into my love-button. I grabbed Katie's ass, pulling her against me, and kept staring at her breasts, which were swaying between our bodies in time with our movements. Katie lowered them to my mouth and I hungrily sucked on her nipples. When she pulled them from my mouth I moaned in protest, but was silenced with a kiss while she lowered her body to mine, pressing our breasts together. Our pussies on fire, our tits and nipples rubbing together, and the room dank with the aroma of two deeply aroused woman, I sucked hard on my daughter's tongue and jammed my cunt into her as sweet kisses transmogrified into the desperate and passionate.

I wrapped my legs around my daughter's waist, pulling her cunt even tighter to mine. I could hear the wet sloshing sound of our pussies and feel Katie's hot cream drip into my vagina. She shortened her motion, focusing on rubbing our clits against each other. I was getting close, so close, when Katie broke our kiss.

"Look at me," she commanded.

I opened my eyes to the visage of my sweet daughter, her face reflecting the same ecstasy that was rippling through me. That was all it took.

"OHH BABY, I'M FUCKING CUMMMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

As I rode the shockwaves of my orgasm I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me, her naked sweaty skin sliding against mine. I was a glutton for pleasure; it was heaven and I was only vaguely aware when Katie, her body shuddering, joined me on the mountaintop, her strained voice in my ear, whispering, "Mommy so good, so damn good," before it degenerating into a bestial screech.

We continued for another forty-five minutes, repeatedly bringing each off. Katie and I kissed, licked and sucked each other's breasts, ran our hands over each other's bodies, and proclaimed in words, moans, and purrs our love and desire for each other. And even though our pussies continued to leak juice, friction-burn finally became an issue. At first, however, that didn't even stop us, as the increasing discomfort merged with the pleasure, intensifying and focusing our last few orgasms.

Finally, exhausted, unable to continue, we simply lay in each other's arms, panting. Although the room was rank with the redolence of our shared passion and the sheets damp with our perspiration, I was too exhausted to do anything but drift off to sleep.

* * * *

The next morning, in the shower, I was contemplating what to do next. I could tell Katie we had to stop, but neither she nor I would believe me. Discretion was a short term, but not a long term, solution. My husband was a smart guy. My daughter and I were not going to carry on an affair without him figuring something was up. 

The shower door opened and Katie stepped in. She bent her head to mine and kissed me, our tongues teasing each other. 

"I guess its time we had that talk," she said.

"I was just thinking about that talk, but I have no answers," I replied.

"Do you really think Daddy would object?"

The question startled me. It had not occurred to me he wouldn't.

"Yes, I mean, yes. Honey, you're still his baby girl and this is incest. But even, you know, if there's only a chance he would, who wants to run the risk. It'd destroy our family." 

"Fair enough Mom. I did mean what I said last night. I adore you and Daddy and don't want to come between you two. If you're convinced we should stop, that's okay."

I took my time and then said, feebly, "Do you really think we should call it off?" My tone of voice signaled the answer I wanted to hear.

Katie didn't say a thing. She pumped bath gel into her hands and worked it into my breasts. My cunt burst into flame, my knees buckled, and I leaned back against the shower wall. I like long hot showers and Ryan had long ago indulged me with a super-sized hot water heater. Katie and I brought each other off a couple of times before the hot water ran out.



Katie Loves Her Mom Ch. 03



I met my husband at the airport at 6:00. My daughter, true to her word, had made herself scarce; she was spending the evening with friends. She had left my libido in overdrive, having departed with a flurry of soul searching kisses. I was ready to fuck my husband senseless.

One look told me that wasn't going to be hard; he was exhausted. He walked down the concourse at half his usual speed toting a large blue travel bag. Nonetheless, when I caught his eye his face lit up and he quickened his pace. He kissed me, put down his luggage, and gave me a giant hug. 

"It's good to be home."

"It's good to have you home. Long week?"

"Yeah, and I had trouble sleeping last night. We didn't finish the deposition. I've got to go back next week."

As we left the parking deck I reached over to fondle his crotch. He got my meaning. "It's nice to be missed, but I'm not sure I'll be all that good a bed-buddy tonight. I'm pooped."

"You'll do just fine, always do. If its okay with you I intend to take advantage of Katie's absence."

Once we hit the highway he dozed off and by the time we got home, god bless him, he'd found his second wind. I jumped from the car, proclaiming a race to the bedroom. Even with my head start he tackled me at the top of the stairs and kissed my mouth. His kisses were desperate and passionate, letting me know, even after our short separation, how happy he was to be home. He forced his hand into my pants and covered my vagina, slipping a finger inside me and moving it in a slow circular pattern, saying in his most lecherous voice, "I've missed this." 

He knew how to touch me. My pussy lips swelled. He scooped a few drops from within me and brought his hand to his face. Taking a theatrical sniff, he said, "I love the way you smell," and after his tongue flicked the liquid from his finger, "and taste. Babe, I simply adore your sweet pussy."

He slid down a stair or two, pulling my pants down as he went, and then explored me with his mouth, acting as if he was on his first and not his thousandth visit. He licked here, looked there, and buried his nose somewhere else. After twenty years of devoted munching my husband understood exactly what I needed; he knew more about my cunt than I did. He lightly licked me, teased me, and watched me squirm, while listening to my murmurs and moans. 

As my flow increased he curled his tongue and slipped it inside me, capturing my juice and drinking it down. He replaced his tongue with a finger, which he pumped in and out of me, and looked up. My pussy juice was smeared over his smiling face. "It appears you've missed me just a little too." At the same time his finger found my g-spot. My toes curled; god I was getting hot. I took hold of his head to urge him towards my sex. "Oh god have I honey, oh god I have. Now please, baby, please eat my pussy."

He continued to work my sex with his fingers while the tip of his tongue lapped around the top of my labia, following the contours of my clit and it's hood. I yearned for more, but, frustratingly, it appeared he still wanted to chat: "Oh babe, you've got such a hot sexy cunt. I love the way it smells and tastes. I could live down here. I've got the sexiest hottest wife on the planet. I wish we could spend our lives just fucking. When I was away I dreamed of eating and fucking your sweet pussy, I missed your fat tits and your soft lips. My dick got so hard when ever I thought about you."

I smiled, but was about to tell him to shut up and lick, when he ran the flat of his tongue across my clit. "Uuuunnnnnhhhhhh..." is all that came out. He continued lapping it, sometimes with the surface of his tongue, sometimes with its tip, but he was relentless. The finger playing with the opening of my vagina ventured inside, returning to my g-spot. He gently tapped and rubbed it, matching his finger's rhythm to the assault of his tongue.

"Unnnngh!"

Another wet finger slipped inside me, also teasing the g-spot and sending electric shocks up my spine. The inside of my cunt swelled, becoming even more sensitive. I was bucking and thrashing. I wrapped my legs around his head and shoulders, trapping his face against my vagina. The pressure in my gut increased, craving release, and then he slowed the pace, leaving me hovering on a plateau of insane pleasure, suspending me in all the delights a happy cunt can bring a woman. I ran my hand through his gray hair, moaning my pleasure.

And then he knew it was time. He sucked my clitoris into his mouth, creating an air-tight vacuum that pulled my clit from its protective hood. After a few quick teases and swirling circles, he attacked my clit like a boxer on a speed bag: lightly tapping it with blinding speed: rat-a-tat-tat. I let go of his head and grabbed the edge of a stair, pushing my sex into his face. He curled the tip of his tongue and licked my clittie, sometimes side-to-side, mostly up and down, a practice he had learned long ago I couldn't long resist. My inner thighs shook and my eyes rolled back into my head. I was almost there.

Juice had leaked from my cunt into my ass crack. Continuing to work my g-spot with his index and middle finger, his pinky moved to my anus. He carefully poked it inside, playing with the sensitive opening. At the same time he trapped my clit between his tongue and teeth, licking it with intense abandon. 

Inside me was a coiled spring, tightened as far as it could go, and then tightening some more. The tension was so powerful I was close to begging god for release when it all came undone and, leveraging my hips on the carpeted stairs, I pushed my sex into my husband's face shouting, "OHMIGOD, FFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK." I was cumming, cumming all over, cumming on the inside and the outside, cumming in my toes and in my cunt. I was wailing and screaming, grinding myself in his face, my legs and arms flailing about. It was heaven, fucking heaven.

His tongue slowed, but never stopped, coaxing me through several follow-up orgasms until my body, all tension now vanquished, went slack. My arms unclenched, I let go of his head, and at some point, I'm not sure when, I stopped pounding my hips into his face. Finally, spent, I pushed his head away and lay there, sucking in air, while he covered the area around my pussy with tiny little kisses, sweet kisses, perfect kisses. And then, he moved up the stairs and lay next to me.

"I've missed you honey."

My voice was quiet and dreamy when I said, "I've missed you too," and, after a short delay, "and not only because you're the best pussy eater on the planet."

"Hmmm. I guess I don't want to know the research that went into that finding."

I lay in his arms, recovering my strength next to the man I had spent the last two decades loving. Finally, I said, "Let's see if we can make it to the bedroom," and struggled to my feet. 

When we got to our bedroom I pushed him back on the bed. He lay on his back. Despite his exhaustion, eating my pussy had left him in a state of high arousal; I got on my knees between his legs and took his hard rod in my hand. I looked at it, then him, and was struck by my love for this man. I thought of my girlfriends' complaints. After twenty years of marriage most of their husbands, after a long business trip, would have begged off sex for a beer and good night's sleep. Mine, as always, was ready to please. I licked the length of his rock-hard cock. It trembled and dripped pre-cum. When I reached the crown I explored its every nook and cranny, and then took him in my mouth, moving my head up and down while lashing the sensitive underside of his beautiful dick with my tongue. He usually liked watching his tool disappear into my face, but at the moment his head was rolled back on a pillow, eyes shut. His moans were short and low. He lay his hands on the back of my head, not trying to control my movements, but instead savoring the physical contact.

I knew if I kept on like this he'd cum and, although I loved swallowing his cream, tonight I wanted him in my pussy. I grabbed the shaft and straddled his hips, aiming it for my wet swollen pussy. His hands crawled up my body to my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples.

His thick member sent a wild thrill streaking through me. My daughter had a talented mouth, but there was no substitute for my husband's fat cock. I looked down and watched the lips of my hungry cunt swallow him. God, I had missed his luscious prick, his fuck tool. I had imagined letting him creep slowly within me, but I wanted him inside me right now and pushed down hard, taking him in a quick motion. His cock seemed to throb, almost violently, against the stretched walls of my cunt, sending wild sensations racing through my flesh. I squeezed his cock with my cunt muscles. 

"My God you're hot," he moaned.

We settled into a happy fuck rhythm. I was not going to tease or bring him along slowly; I wanted his seed in me now. Soon he was grunting deep from his solar plexus.

It always turned him on when I licked my tits. I cupped one, brought it to my mouth, and sucked my nipple with enough force to make my cheeks concave. I spit it out, squealed, "Oh god honey, it feels so good," and dragged my tongue across the nipple. I moved the other breast to my mouth, locked my lips over the areola, and started noisily slurping.

That was enough. He jammed his hips into me, rammed his cock deep, and grunted, "OH, OH! FUCK CUMMING! Urgghhhh!!" and poured his cum into my happy ready twat. After a final happy moan his spent body collapsed, relaxed, and molded itself to the bed.  

The days when my husband invariably stayed hard after his first orgasm had passed. When he did, and it was still often, he was like a giddy school boy, joyfully rolling me over for another fuck. But tonight it was not going to happen. Instead he pulled me close, told me how much he loved me, and fell into a deep happy sleep.

After I was sure I would not wake him I crawled from our bed and sent Katie a text: "I need you home, now!"

She arrived ten minutes later, entering the house to the sight of her naked Mama. She undid her shirt -- she was braless -- and pulled my happy face to tits. I hungrily sucked them. She then kissed my lips, aggressively sinking her tongue deep in my mouth. Understanding that the time for foreplay had passed, she walked me to the couch, pushed me down, and ate me through a series of potent orgasms.

We switched places and I ate until she ad come in my mouth several times. When done I asked her to pick up the clothes strewn around the house; my spent body was incapable of anything further, and crawled into bed with my sleeping husband. He had a wide smile on his face. I snuggled up close. There were two people in the house who loved me and whom I loved. Both knew how to make sweet love to me. How to balance?

* * * *

Katie was good to her word. She did not get in the way of my sex-life with her Dad. In fact, she reveled in getting me ready for him. When Ryan was in the next room or pulling in the driveway, her hand would find its way to my ass, or her lips to mine, or her fingers between my legs. Then, when I was good and hot, she'd announce she was off to see friends or take some additional instruction from Coach, leaving my husband the beneficiary of my rampaging lust.

On his third day back, after a long hard fuck, he told me he had scheduled his trip to complete the deposition: he wold leave Saturday night, meet with the lawyer Sunday, and be deposed on Monday. He'd be back that evening.

"I just hate leaving you and Katie so soon," he started, but paused, "except, of course, if you're always going to be this ravenous when I return, I might learn to adjust."

Each day that week featured a marathon fuck session. On Saturday we left early for the airport. On the way I gave him a splendid blow job and once there we found a secluded part of the parking deck for a good-bye fuck. When I got home my naked daughter was waiting in bed for me. Thank God for second winds.

* * * *

I was making coffee the next morning when Katie padded down the stairs, wearing white panties and a white tee shirt. She was braless; the shirt accented her large round breasts and their erect nipples. 

Enjoying my stare, she poured herself a cup of coffee. When she sauntered back to the table I watched her wiggling ass. After that display she had my complete attention when she turned to look at me and said, "Y'know Mommy-o, I've had guys in my mouth and I've used my hands on them and I let them do the same to me, but I've never had one up here." 

She slipped a finger in her vagina and holding up her now sticky fingers, continued. "Just haven't found the right guy yet. Not that my girlfriends seem all that impressed: they mostly report guys who thrust twice, come, and then need to be reassured for the next three hours they're the best lover the girl's ever known.

"But I'm so darn curious. So I've been checking on-line and there's this sex shop near Athens. Its supposed to be classy and woman-oriented. You and I could go, buy a strap-on, and you could do me. It's perfect, close enough so we get over there in a day but far enough away so we won't run into anyone we know."

Had I gotten to the point where nothing this girl said surprised me? "Katie, I'm not sure."

"C'mon Mom, it'd be fun and you don't want me doin' it with some grubby teenage boy just to satisfy my curiosity, do ya?"

That was an uncomfortable thought. No, I did not want her randomly satisfying her curiosity and yes, it did sound like fun. I'd rather have my daughter spread her legs for me than some stray boy. And, as far as I knew, she wasn't on the pill. I wasn't ready to be a grandparent quite yet. 

She could see me weakening. "Another thing, we could dress real sexy, like a couple. You can be like the knowing older woman and I the eager young pupil."

That would be a role reversal, I thought, so far she'd been the knowing one and I the pupil. My first instinct had been to say no, but it was hard to say no to my daughter when she was like this, almost ready to explode with happy enthusiasm. And she was right, it did sound like fun. Considering what had happened so far, what was the big deal? 

"Okay, but," I said in an effort to maintain a shred of authority, "we both 

wear sunglasses until we know the coast is clear."

And with a squeal and a big happy kiss, Katie let me know she agreed. 

* * * *

I looked at my daughter as we pulled into the shop's parking lot. I had rejected her suggestion we go braless, but her tight black tank top left little to the imagination. She was showing plenty of cleavage. Her cut-off shorts also showed plenty of leg. I was wearing a short one piece white tank dress and an understated cross necklace. Neither of us was wearing panties. We had devised a cover story: I was a happily married woman and a friend of Katie's mom. Over several glasses of wine at Katie's house one night Katie and I confessed a mutual attraction and decided to experiment.

The coast was clear and the shop surprisingly feminine and clean. It featured, to my novice eyes, an overwhelming array of neatly arranged ointments, vibrators, dildos, sex videos, lingerie, etc., etc., etc. Katie, her curiosity piqued, immediately wandered off to inspect the merchandise. I was looking around, feeling overwhelmed, when the sales clerk approached.

I started to introduce myself. "Hello, my name is..."

She interrupted me. "If you become a regular, and I hope you will, I'd love to know your name. But from the way you're looking around I assume this is your first visit. Why don't we keep it confidential for the moment."

I'm sure the relief showed on my face. The girl shook my hand, covering it with both her hands. "My name is Becky."

"It's a lovely place, very feminine."

"Thank you. Mama wanted a place where the ladies would feel comfortable. Obviously we can't ban men, but we do our best to cater to women."

The clerk, in fact, appeared to me to be the least feminine thing in it. She was five foot three, had short black hair and spikes though her lips, and was heavily tattooed. She seemed the antithesis of my blonde All-American daughter. Becky had just started pointing out a few items to me when Katie returned, her voice full of undisguised enthusiasm, "Wow, look at all this stuff. We're kinda new at this, can you help us?' 

My daughter was playing the novice, an innocent schoolgirl just wanting to learn. Becky flashed a broad winning smile. She was eating it up, and so was I. 

"What are you interested in?"

Katie looked at me with bashful eyes. She wanted to hear her Mama ask.

"A dildo," I said. It felt naughty to say it; it also felt nice.

Becky's face flushed and her breathing slowing. She was not used to such direct language from first-time customers. "Anything in particular?"

"I'm not sure. We don't have much experience with these things. Well, to be honest, we don't have any."

Katie stepped close to me. She took my hand in hers and pressed herself against my side. Her eyelids were hooded in a lustful stare. "I'm afraid we're just starting out, kinda exploring. Could you help us?" Her voice was getting husky. This place was turning her on as much as it was me.

Becky licked her lips and then, as if perfectly normal, walked us through the selection of double-headed and strap-on dildos, highlighting their respective advantages and disadvantages. I had always thought that girls with tattoos and spikes were surly, but Becky was engaging and sweet. So much for stereotypes. However, despite Becky's guidance, I still had no idea what to buy. It was Katie who cut the knot. "We'll, take one of each. Which are the best?" 

Becky was pointing out her favorites when another woman entered the shop. Becky excused herself and walked up to the girl, kissing her on the cheek.

While she was gone Katie said to me, her voice subdued, "Pick out one the size of Daddy's cock."

I had started to shush her when Becky returned. "Sorry about the interruption, that's my sister and it's shift change. She is going to tend to some paperwork in the back while I finish with you." 

We continued shopping, eventually selecting a double-head and strap-on dildo, the former made of jelly and the latter of latex. At Becky's suggestion we also bought a number of 

lubricants. As she wrapped them up my daughter asked, "Do you have any advice on how to use them? I never had anything up there before, I mean besides, you know..." She held up her fingers, waggling them for emphasis. 

Becky laughed and the three of us left the store together, Becky dispensing advice. I was struck by the connection between the grungy Becky and my blonde daughter. I was also struck my the fact that I was standing in the parking lot of an adult store discussing the proper use of sex toys. My concern about being seen resurfaced. 

"Is there anywhere we can continue this conversation in private?"

"Sure," Becky said, "I live right around the corner." She addressed Katie directly. "Why don't you ride with me. Your friend can follow." They were in Becky's truck before I could object and I followed them to Becky's place, a few blocks away. 

Becky lived on the second floor of a house. I expected girls with tattoos and spikes to live like pigs; Becky's place was neat and clean, brightly lit by several tall windows and sky lights. We followed Becky to her small kitchen, chatting while she poured us each a glass of surprisingly good red wine. Becky suggested we wash the dildos and then handle them to get used to their feel. Thus, three women were soon standing at the sink giggling and passing among themselves two soapy-slick sex toys. We then moved to a throw rug in the living room and took turns holding the dildos. Katie and Becky quickly got raunchy and silly, putting the things between their breasts, in their mouths, etc. I, under their good-natured influence and helped along by the wine, was not too far behind. I also started contemplating stopping at a hotel on the way home to ravage my daughter; my cunt was pulsating. I didn't think I'd be able to wait until we got home.




Katie Loves Her Mom Ch. 03



That's when Becky loaded the instructional video. On screen a beautiful young petite blonde was sitting at a vanity wearing a feminine lacy white dress. Behind her was a large round white bed. The room was bathed in sun light. The woman had clearly been crying; she was drying her eyes with a Kleenex.

A darker woman, possibly Latino, entered. She was dressed as a maid and carryied a bag. She was as beautiful as the woman at the vanity, but much more earthy, more buxom. The maid went to the lady and gently rubbed her neck, bent down and kissed her on the cheek, and when the blonde turned to face her, brought their mouths together for a deep sweet comforting kiss. Their kisses grew increasingly passionate until the blonde pulled away, stood, and started undressing her friend. Their pace was languid and lazy; this was not their first time. Naked, they crawled on the bed. 

At first they kissed, the intensity gradually increasing. The blonde rolled the brunette onto her back and moved down her body, making avid love to her fat breasts, taking turns licking the large dark nipples and sucking as much of each tit into her mouth as she could manage. Why this was termed an instructional video instead of pornography escaped me, but I was getting hot. I looked at Katie and Becky, their eyes were glued to the screen, their fingers were between their legs working their clits. I joined then.

The maid spoke, "Madam, I have a new toy I thought you might like." She scrambled off the bed, fishing from her satchel a small bottle and a dildo similar to the two-headed dildo we had bought, although noticeably larger. The blonde lunged for it, but the brunette stepped back.

"Madam, first you must lubricate it." The brunette coated it with the gel from the bottle.

Katie and Becky were proceeding in time with the film. Katie was dripping lubricant onto the artificial dick we'd purchased; Becky was spreading it along the length of the plastic cock. On screen the brunette, kneeling next to the blonde, fed one end of the dildo into her shaved cunt. Becky, with Katie's assistance, removed her jeans and panties, revealing her bush, a dense intense clump of almost black hair. Katie slid one end of the dildo into Becky, who purred contentedly.

On screen the ladies intertwined their legs and fed the other end of the dildo into the brunette. They leaned back on the bed, holding themselves on their elbows, and pushed their cunts together, working the tool between them in an array of grinding and thrusting motions. 

Katie waved me over. Deeply aroused and curious, I didn't even consider objecting when she flipped up my short skirt, moved me into a scissors position with Becky, and slid the dildo into my damp pussy. Aided by the lubricant, I took its entire length without resistance. Becky started rotating her hips, causing the dildo to squirm inside me. I had never felt anything like it before. At first Becky was prudent, letting me adjust at my own pace, but I must have been apt pupil. She soon she gripped it firmly with her pussy muscles and started thrusting it in and out of my hungry snatch. 

Katie watched, entranced by this wanton display of her mother and a woman who was so recently a complete stranger. Her hands snaked inside her shirt, cupping her soft white breasts and fingering her beautiful red nipples. When she caught me staring, Katie pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it and her bra, followed by her shorts, aside. Squeezing her breasts, she straddled Becky and lowered her trimmed pussy to the girl's face. Katie closed her eyes, lost for several luxuriant minutes in the feeling of Becky's mouth on her cunt before leaning forward on her elbows and bringing her face within inches of our two hot pussies, studying the plastic cock impaling us. Watching my daughter added to my arousal, which doubled when Katie, using the flat of her tongue, licked Becky's clit, and then, too briefly, mine.

"Uuuuunnnnnnhhhhhhh..."

At first Katie concentrated on Becky, allowing me an unobstructed view of Becky's clit as she teased it with her tongue. At the same time Becky, clearly no rookie with a dildo, moved it in, out, and around within me, seeming to find every sensitive spot inside my snatch. I lay back, content to waft in the billowing sensations, but eventually instinct took over and I grabbed the dildo with my cunt muscles and shoved it back into Becky. My first few attempts were clumsy, but soon we found a rhythm and Becky's guttural moans reverberated around the small room, joining mine and Katie's. The sound of the instructional video had disappeared. It must have ended.

I was on my back massaging my breasts when I felt Becky's vagina against my own. 

She had pressed our groins together; the dildo was completely inside us. Katie, taking advantage, licked the length of our merged sexes in single long strokes. Between the twin globes of my breasts I watched Becky's hands clamp onto Katie's ass and start sliding Katie's cunt across her face. At the same time Katie's mouth and tongue journeyed from clit to clit. I licked two fingers on each hand and captured my nipples, kneading them hard. Katie, noticing the motion, replaced my hands with hers, stroking my nipples and areolas.

I started babbling in joy, singing my daughter's praise. Katie, sensing how close I was, licked the length of my vagina and, pulling aside its hood with the tips of her fingers, pressed down hard on my clit with the flat of her tongue. Katie then sucked my clitoris into her mouth and smacked it hard with her tongue. I humped her face, which caused the dildo to twist wildly inside Becky, who moaned deliriously. I couldn't take it any more, I needed to come. My voice thick with lust, I all but begged my daughter to continue: "Eat Mommy's pussy baby, oh please, EAT IT." Becky, catching the desperation in my voice, ground her pussy hard against mine, pushing, twisting, and twirling the dildo deep within me. 

"Ohh...ohhh...uhhhmmm...ohhh...uhmmm...YES, FUCK. OH GOD, OH GOD, I'M CUMMING."

As I jerked and shivered the dildo corkscrewed inside Becky. Katie turned her full attention to Becky, eating her with the same voracious fervor she had I. Becky slipped a finger into Katie's rectum while sucking my daughter's clit. Sweat poured from their bodies and juice squirted from their pussies. Katie clutched my thighs hard and through my own orgasmic fog I watched their bodies tense and then writhe against each other as they shouted their joy and came, their voices mingling into a carnal cacophony until replaced by the heavy breathing of two sexy, spent girls, their bodies slumped into each other.

* * * *

I wanted to shower, but Katie said it would be more of a turn-on to stink of sex during the drive home. I didn't have the strength to argue. Becky confirmed she had heard my half-conscious exclamation that I was Katie's Mom.

"Don't worry about it. My Mom owns the shop. That was my sister who came in after me." She leaned into me and kissed me, more playful than sensual. "We're also a close knit family."

And yes, as Katie and Becky exchanged contact information I wondered exactly what I had gotten myself and my daughter into. And despite my doubts, as soon as we got home Katie and I crawled into bed, fucking each other into exhaustion. When done, cuddled in each other's arms, Katie, with a knack for understatement, said, "Well, Mom, I like fucking."

"I noticed. We're going to have to find a place to hide the toys. They'd be hard to explain to your father."

"Don't worry Mom, I know the perfect place."

I should have followed up on that, but I was way too tired.

"Mom, there's something else."

"Yes."

"I want to fuck Daddy. I want him to be my first man."

Even in my present state of exhaustion I lifted my head to get a better look at my daughter. Yep, she was serious.

"We'll talk about it in the morning."



Katie Loves Her Mom Ch. 04



Katie was up-stairs showering. She had tried to crawl into the shower with me, but I put my foot down. That would have ended any possibility she'd get to school or me to work on time. Instead, I finished and dressed. I was making a cup of coffee, contemplating Katie's proposal to include her father, my husband, in our love-making. 

I couldn't condemn the idea on moral grounds. I was, after all, her lover. The next question I had: would it harm Katie? If incest was a problem, I wasn't sure how much more damage could be done, she and I were already lovers. Was it harmful? I could detect no deleterious results from our affair. Katie, whether playing sports, riding horses, or making love, celebrated her body. She was now celebrating it with me. She had defined what was right for her. She had boundaries, but they were her boundaries, not anyone else's.

I also had some self-serving thoughts. Her father was not a hypocrite; if he and Katie became lovers, she and I could be open about our affair. Would he be willing? He had given no hint he was attracted to the beautiful eighteen year old blonde living in our house.

Katie reported downstairs, freshly scrubbed and dressed in jeans, a tee shirt, and sneakers.

"Good morning Mommy dear!" 

She kissed me full on the mouth. Shit, I was getting turned on.

"Katie, no more! We have some serious things to talk about and we both need to be somewhere."

"Okay," she said, displaying a theatrical pout.

"I've thought about your father. I'm not at all sure what he'd do if we approached him with last night's proposal."

"Does that mean you're open to it?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes," I acknowledged. "It would make things easier around here." I hesitated. "The idea of the three of us also kinda turns me on. But first we need to figure out if he's attracted to you in more than a fatherly way."

Katie smiled. Adopting her sexiest voice, she placed a hand on a hip, turned towards me, and pushed her chest forward. "How could he say no to this?"

I looked at her. How could I say no to that? I started thinking about cancelling the day's appointments and dragging her upstairs, but we needed to finish our conversation. I adopted an equally sexy pose, "Well honey, he does have me."

That elicited the hoped for smile from my daughter.

"The first thing we'll need to do is to present you to him in an overtly sexual manner. I'll be able to tell if he's attracted to you. If that works we'll need to figure out how comfortable he is with you as a sexual being. If that appalls him we can't go any further. However, if he accepts it, we can take the next step."

She was leaning against the counter, paying attention. "And what is that?"

"I haven't the faintest idea. I doubt we can run the 'bandage my scrape' thing twice. We'll worry about it when we get there. Tomorrow after school you and I are going shopping for some sexy clothes. We'll buy some stuff together, sex the place up, see how he reacts ."

"Why not tonight after the game?"

"Because after the game you're going to make yourself scarce. I intend to fuck your father's brains out." 

*  *  *  *

The following evening my husband met Katie and I, laden with shopping bags, at the door.

"You two been busy?"

Katie, who was already charging up the stairs to change, yelled back down, "Oh Daddy, you're gonna love what we bought." 

He looked at me, eyebrow raised.

"Katie wanted to go shopping for some fun, sexy clothes. She asked me to go with her. I had a couple of glasses of wine and, unfortunately, or fortunately, I got a little carried away. She wants to show you some of the stuff we bought."

"I'm all eyes. Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes."

I went to join Katie. We reappeared wearing matching spandex red tank tops with low V-necks, thin double straps, and open backs. The material clung to our bodies. The form-fitting pants ended at mid-thigh. 

We sat down to shrimp ratatouille, each of us relating the day's events. Despite his best efforts my husband couldn't keep his eyes off his daughter's, or wife's, sexy curves. After we finished Katie volunteered to clear the table. Ryan's eyes unconsciously followed her butt as she walked to the sink. When done she asked if she could go to her friend Jennifer's house to study.

"Not dressed like that."

Katie briefly protested, but went upstairs, changed into the ubiquitous tee shirt and jeans, and headed out the door shouting, "I'll be back at 9:00."

"That gives us two hours," I said to my husband. His cock was in my mouth before Katie got out of the neighborhood; we never made it out of the kitchen. 

That evening set the week's pattern. Each day Katie and I dressed in one of our new outfits. On Tuesday Ryan fired up the grill while Katie and I wore daisy dukes, halter tops, and flat shoes. On Wednesday we both wore Victoria Secret's maxi-dresses with thigh high slits. The three of us went for a stroll on the local rails-to-trails project, stopping along the way for a light dinner. On Thursday we went dancing at a local country-western bar in tight jeans, boots, and tank tops. When they started playing Miranda Lambert, Katie, whooping and hollering, led the place in a line-dance. On Friday we talked him into dinner at one of the areas's better restaurants. Katie and I wore black leather: she a short dress and I a leather jacket over a skimpy top and micro-skirt. All week we turned more than our share of heads. It was obvious that my husband had become intrigued by his daughter's looks and, unless I missed my guess, by the taboo appeal of showing up in public with two sexy women dressed alike. Think of it as an implied harem. Each night he fucked me with gusto.

*  *  *  *

The next day was the first of Veteran's day weekend. Katie's softball team was set to play in the three-day conference tournament. Ryan and I attended the early game on Saturday, cheering her to victory. After a brief team meeting the three of us headed home for the penultimate play of our escalating exhibitionism, Katie and I donned matching swimsuits. The tops resembled white tee shirts cut off just below the breasts; the bottoms were triangular pieces of fabric joined by double strings. The genius of the design was the fabric, it became sheer when wet. Adding sunglasses, Katie and I headed for the back yard. Ryan, who had become increasingly careless about checking out his wife and daughter, gave us a long up and down look.

"I might want to sell tickets."

"Sorry Daddy, we only pose for you."

"Honey, can you come out in ten minutes and put lotion on our backs," I asked.

He appeared on time. My husband has a gentle sweet touch which can be both relaxing and arousing. He turned to our daughter after he spread the sun block on me. Drops of sweat had formed on her body, causing the swim suit to cling to her skin. I watched my husband; he definitely noticed our daughter's charms.

After he finished I said, "Honey, would you mind coming back in an hour to check on us. Your magic hands have got me good and relaxed. I'm afraid we'll fall asleep."

"Sure thing. I've got to run down to the store. I'll pick up something for lunch."

As we heard his car pull out of the driveway my daughter said, "God I'm turned on. Dad does have a nice touch. Is he like that in bed?"

"Katie, he's great in bed."

"Mom, do we have time to get it on?"

I had been thinking along the same lines, but it was a no-go. "Probably, but not enough time to get it on, get cleaned up, and get back out here looking like nothing happened."

*  *  *  *

My husband returned from the store about an hour later. He whipped up a chopped salad – cabbage, carrots, onions, cucumbers, turnip, celery, bell pepper, olive oil – and brought it outside.

Katie and I sat up. Our perspiration had left the bikini tops all but translucent; my daughters large boobs and my smaller ones, and the outline of our nipples, were clearly visible. No man, including my husband, could help but look. When he did I, feigning innocence, followed his gaze and then, as if unaware of the show we were putting on, exclaimed, "Omigod, let me get some towels." I got up, my breasts bouncing and swaying, and headed inside.

That left Ryan outside with Katie. She reports he did a heroic job of keeping his eyes on her face, but when she stretched her large breasts and erect nipples slid against the fabric. It was impossible for any man, including my husband, not to peek. 

I returned with the towels, handing one to my daughter. We covered ourselves and ate. My husband's erect cock was evident in his shorts; I ran a toe along his ankle. When done eating Katie and I headed for the house, followed by Ryan. I glanced at his reflection in the glass door; he was checking out his wife and daughter's behinds. When Katie went upstairs to change I pulled my husband to me and kissed him, sucking on his lower lip. My twat lit up; the show Katie and I had put on, designed to arouse Ryan, had gotten to me. My kiss left no ambiguity about what I intended when she left.

Katie, fully clothed, interrupted us. "What plans you guys got tonight?"

I answered quickly. "We're having dinner with the Donaldsons. We'll probably be back about nine."

My husband started to interrupt me, but I gave him the look, the one that said don't interrupt me.

"Why do you ask?"

"I was thinking of asking Trevor," one of the guys she dated, "over."

My husband, his eyes first checking with mine to make sure it was okay, said, "You know the rules pumpkin, no boys over at night when we're not here. He'll have to be out by 7:00." 

"Will do Daddy-o."

She headed out the door. We headed for the bedroom to fuck.

*  *  *  *

Several hours later, our sex engorged bodies sprawled on the bed, Ryan asked, "What was that about the Donaldsons? You know they cancelled."

"I know. But I need to know something. Katie and I have had some pretty frank discussions about sex lately. She said she's used her mouth and hands on boys and they've done the same to her, but she insists she's a virgin. I'm not sure I believe her. I tried to talk her into getting on the pill, but she's adamant she's not ready for intercourse. I hate to spy on her, but I need to be sure."

"I guess that explains the sexual energy around here, it's been off the charts. The two of you have been parading around like a couple of sex kittens."

"You complaining?"

"No, well, maybe a little. Not that I ever mind staring at my beautiful wife and I guess I knew it was inevitable, but its weird seeing our baby girl with a sexual side. You seem more comfortable with it. It even seems like you're encouraging her."

"I know. Its partly a mother-daughter thing but its mostly, I hope you don't think I'm a complete perve, but when Katie talks about sex, I get excited. I'm not sure what's going on, maybe it's just listening to all that youthful enthusiasm. It's been fun dressing up with her like a sweet young sexy thing and watching you react. It makes me feel, well, nubile and desirable. But when I get turned on, I get to ravish you. I'm concerned about what Katie's got. That's why I lied to her."

"What do you mean?"

"Simple, tonight, we stash one of the cars, sneak back into the house, and spy on her and Trevor. Let's see if she is telling the truth when she says she knows when to stop."

He was quiet. The idea of spying on Katie troubled him, but so did the prospect of a pregnant daughter. Finally, he said, "I'm just not sure, but, okay. I'll trust you on this one." 

*  *  *  *

Ryan and I were in our bedroom when we heard a car pull up, the front door open, and two sets of voices downstairs. Trevor and Katie soon emerged in the backyard. He was dressed casually: a sort sleeve shirt, slacks, and topsiders. Katie was wearing a long peasant skirt and loose fitting white blouse. There was hunger in their eyes and it wasn't long before they were necking with teen-age ferocity.

We watched from the upstairs window. Ryan was standing behind me. I asked him to hold me and he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Our little girl is growing up," I said, my voice wistful. I placed his hands on my breasts and leaned back against him. He didn't take the hint; he needed more prompting. My voice adopted a carnal edge when I said "It reminds me of myself," and lay my hands on his, moving them against my breasts. "It makes me want to be bad." Now he got the message; he started to cup and fondle my breasts. My nipples hardened. "Oh baby, that feels good."

I leaned further back, ran my hands down his sides, and said, "It may not be appropriate, but this is turning me on." 

"Yeah honey, it's pretty stimulating."

"I know." I rubbed my ass against his groin. 

Trevor's hand snaked inside Katie's blouse. She offered no resistance. After a few minutes her face flushed; he was having his effect; her legs drifted apart. 

My husband's penis was hardening, but I could still sense his distress. "Don't worry honey, I think Katie can handle herself. But if Trevor goes too far, you can go downstairs and beat him senseless."

Trevor knelt between Katie's legs and pushed her skirt aside. His arousal had left his movements clumsy and he needed her help to remove her panties. When it was gone he dove face first into her snatch. Katie stroked his head, encouraging him. I reached behind me and worked my husband's fully erect member. The part of him which was a concerned father was capitulating to the wanton display of teen-age lust.

Trevor was an eager, if not great, pussy eater. Focusing primarily on her vagina, he licked it hard and occasionally tongue fucked her. Sometimes he moved up to her labia and clitoris, but always returned to her snatch. Katie was enjoying herself, but Trevor was not paying attention to her signals. After a few minutes she was rubbing her sex in his face, trying to direct his attention to her clit.

I took my husband's hand in mine and forced it down my pants. His initial resistance to the voyeuristic pleasure of spying on our daughter's sex life had faded. His expert fingers slid up and down my wet labia.

Outside Katie said something to Trevor and grabbed his head, centering it on her clit. When he latched onto her nub Katie locked her hands behind his head and pushed her cunt into his face. He finally got it. He was attacking her clit with gusto. Katie unbuttoned her blouse, pulled her breasts from her sheer bra, and started squeezing her nipples. Was she putting on a show for her Daddy? 

By now I was soaking wet. My husband had two fingers moving in and out of me, but I wanted what Katie was getting. "Oh god Ryan, I need you, eat my pussy, please, right now!"

While a flicker of doubt ran across his handsome face, he stepped between me and the window, undid my belt, knelt, pulled down my pants, took hold of my ass cheeks, and in one long tantalizingly slow motion licked me from the bottom of my vagina to the top of my clit with the flat of his tongue.

My knees wobbled. "Oh shit, that feels good."

He could tell instantly how aroused I was. Keeping one hand on my butt to steady me, he slipped a thumb inside my cunt while his pinkie tickled the opening of my anus. We had tried anal sex once many years ago. I had not liked it, but over the years, under his tutelage, I had learned that the entrance to my anus, properly stimulated, was quite a pleasure zone.

He returned to the base of my vagina and repeated the big slow lascivious lick.

My juice covered his nose and jaw when he looked at me. "Honey, you are turned on!"

"I know babe, I know I shouldn't be, but I am. I need you to eat my pussy."

He licked around my clitoris, occasionally teasing the bud with the tip of his tongue. I put my hands on the top of his head for support and returned my focus to the window and lovers beyond.

Katie was leaning back in the chair, pushing her cunt into Trevor's face, keeping him centered on her clitoris. He was lashing her wildly with his tongue. That image and Ryan's dexterous tongue were overwhelming and I started humping my hips against my husband's face. He sucked my clitoris into his mouth and licked it, first up and down, then across, then subjecting it to unrelenting stimulation by running the flat of his tongue over and over it; it was constant unremitting inexpressibly delightful pressure.

I locked my hands on his head. "God, it feels good! It feels so good!" 

Outside Katie's eyes were shut, her face flushed. She was holding Trevor's face tight to her, keeping him and his tongue precisely where she needed them. I was with her, getting close. My husband moved his hand, slipping his index finger into my hot pussy and then crooking it to find my g-spot. The muscles of my cunt spasmed and shook; lights flashed on and off inside my head.

"Aannnnggghhh! Oh shit! Ohhnnn! Unnhhh! On, honey, I'M FUCCKKKINNGG CUMMMMING!!!!"

I came close to swooning as an orgasm ripped through me. I stayed upright only by maintaining a firm grasp on my husband's head and leaning against him. He didn't stop, but continued to lick above my clitoris and I was struck by a secondary orgasm. I struggled to keep my eyes open, not wanting to miss what was going on in the back yard.

The I saw Katie was getting close, humping hard into Trevor's face. Her eyes were closed, mouth open, and breasts, flushed with blood, glowed. Katie then groaned, kicked her legs, and jammed her cunt into Trevor's face. She was cumming!

That was enough for me. I crested on a third orgasm as powerful as the first. My body twisted and churned, my mind erupted into flames. Hot flashes of incredible pleasure streaked through my flesh.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Yesssssssssssssssss!"

My husband prodded my g-spot hard and a fourth orgasm tore through me.

"My god, my god, ahhhhiiieeeee! Oh! Oh! Fuccckkkkkk! Unghhhee! Ohhhhh! Unnnneeeee!" 

Ryan wrapped his arms around me and stood, steadying me. Keeping his eyes on me, he asked, "How's our little girl doing?"

"Not so little, I'm afraid. He brought her off, but he could take a cunninglingus course from you."

"I'll run it by the department head."

We both looked outside, Trevor had dropped his pants and was sitting next to her. Katie had his dick in her hand, stroking its length. It was not as thick and long as Ryan's, but it wasn't bad. Trevor was pointing at the patio sofa, trying to get Katie on her back. He wanted to fuck her. My husband's concern was reflected on his face. Katie shook her head no, knelt before him, and kissed the head of his cock. 

They were going to do it her way.

She lifted his erection and exposed his balls. After she kissed each testicle, she took them in her hand, rolling them carefully with her fingers. At the same time she licked from the base to the very tip of his cock. Drops of pre-cum spilled from him and rubbed them into his penis' crown. His eyes were shut; he was lost in the blissful sensations centered on his cock. 

Katie was a better cock-sucker than he a pussy-eater.

"Honey, this is so hot!" I said, "Tell me what she's doing." I knelt before my husband, undid his belt, and pulled down his pants. His delightful cock was stiff and hard. The voyeur had subdued the parent.

"She's licking the head. I think she is going to take him into her mouth."

I followed suit. I moistened my tongue and lovingly slid it over and around the crown of his penis and closed my lips around the shaft just behind the corona. I slid a couple of inches of him inside my mouth, holding his shaft firmly with my hard, and then twisted my head from side to side, making sure to clamp my moist lips on the coronal ridge. I frigged the rest of him with my hand, not hard or fast enough to bring him off, but hard enough. 

I looked up at him. Usually he loved to watch me suck his cock, but his eyes were locked on the window and what Katie was doing to Trevor outside. He had stopped reporting what was happening. I spit out his cock. "What's she doing now?"




Katie Loves Her Mom Ch. 04



"She's taken him in her mouth; she is giving the head a good going over with her tongue, now she's bobbing up and down, taking several inches inside."

I imitated her movements, throwing in some voracious licking, imagining sucking his cock all the way into my stomach. With my free hand I held his ball sac, bouncing and massaging his fat cum-filled testicles. His hips started moving, pushing his dick into my mouth. One of his hands lightly touched the top of my head. He panted, "Yes! Oh yes! Yesssss!" 

My hubby was getting close. 

"Jesus, the look on his face, Katie must be sucking his cock to perfection. He's getting so fucking close."

I decided not to tell my husband I was well aware of our daughter's talented mouth. 

I wanted to bring Ryan off as Trevor came in Katie's mouth. I twisted my lips around the head of his cock while probing his piss-hole with my tongue. The spasmodic, increasingly random, jerking of Ryan's hips let me know how close he was. 

I felt the cum churn inside his balls; he was about to blow. I sucked with demonic energy. He pushed his cock deeper into my mouth; I relaxed my jaw to accommodate him. He placed his hand on the top of my head to keep himself balanced. I locked my thumb on the base of his penis, blocking the tube through which his sperm would shoot, and sucked vigorously on the head as he stabbed it in and out of my mouth.

He couldn't hold back any longer. "Ahhhhiiieeeee!" he shrieked, his trembling body wracked by the spasms of an explosive climax. "Oh! Oh! Unghhhee! Ohhhhh! Unnnneeeee!" My thumb, damming up his sperm, delayed his explosion, drawing out and lengthening the orgasmic spasms. "Uhhhhnnnnn, uuuhhhh, uuuhhhhnnngggg," he continued to moan. When I finally removed my thumb I was rewarded; he poured a full load of his sweet sticky cum in my mouth. 

After a few final swipes of my tongue across the crown of his glorious tool, I stood to face him. I let a few drops of his cum drip from my mouth and slide down my face. He followed their progress, using a thumb to smear the drops that had fallen onto my breasts into my skin. Then I noticed his attention diverted to the window. I turned to look, my breasts brushing across my husband's chest, and saw Trevor leaning back in the chair, relaxing in post-orgasmic glory. Katie licked his softening cock a few times and found a fleck of his cum on her cheek, which she transferred to her mouth with a finger. 

Ryan said, "That was amazing honey. I came when he did."

I put my arms around him, resting my elbows on his shoulders, my breasts against his chest. "I'm glad you liked it," and kissed his mouth, sharing with him the taste on his cum.

Katie and Trevor reassembled their clothes and left the house at 6:58. "Well," I observed, "she's obeying the rules."

At dinner, while we lingered over dessert and coffee, Ryan shared his concern over Katie's now evident sexuality and his undeniable arousal while watching her. Not one to mince words, he acknowledged he was seeing his daughter in a new way and that she turned him on. I assured him it was all natural. After twenty years of marriage, my husband trusted my judgment, what I said seemed to help.

When we got back into the car I checked my phone; it had binged during dinner. Katie had texted me. The girls had gone to Coach's house for a cook-out and strategy session. Trevor had dropped her off, but she needed a ride home. Could I pick her up around 10:15? I replied I would.

We got home about 9:50. My husband headed upstairs to bed. Sleep was never an issue with him. It was one of the reasons he was so productive. In bed at 10:00, asleep by 10:02, up at 5:00, and, most days, a mid-afternoon nap.

*  *  *  *

Janet Jones, the school's principal, opened the door at Coach's house. I had not expected to see her and said only, "Principal Jones...," before stopping, not sure what to say. My surprise must have been evident, for she offered a quick explanation: "School policy. If students are at a teacher's house, another school employee must always be present. The gang's out back. And, please, call me Janet."

Janet Jones was a strikingly pretty blonde woman in her mid-30's. Her clothing emphasized her femininity and slender build. Tonight she was wearing a conservative lacy white blouse and leggings; I admired her figure as I followed her to the back yard. Was I was becoming a complete lech? Coach, standing before a large white board, discussing tomorrow's opponent. Most of the team was there and it was soon clear that, yes, I was becoming a complete lech. I was seeing these young women in a way I never had before. The team had more than its share of hotties and even the non-hotties looked pretty damn good. I also saw, as if my eyes had just been opened, how many of the girls were paired up. They were paying rapt attention to Coach, but many were sitting next to a partner, feet touching, fingers intertwined.

I stood in the back, trying to pay attention to Coach but distracted by all the firm young flesh. Images of these girls in various stages of undress flashed through my mind, followed by a question: how many had Katie been with – I was certainly not her first same-sex experience – and then images of Katie and these girls together. I was getting turned-on.

I felt the Principal's hand run down my spine.

"They are beautiful, aren't they?" she said.

Normally I would have dissembled, but I was caught off guard. "Yes, yes, they are."

I was saved from further embarrassment when Coach thanked the girls for coming, and approached Janet and me. We chatted while the girls packed up and said good night. Katie popped over, gave Coach and Principal Jones a big hug, and excused herself to duck down the hall to the facilities.

Upon her return we said our good nights and headed to the front door, my eyes flicking around to the remaining sweet young flesh. I hoped I wasn't being too obvious, but couldn't get their bodies out of my mind. I managed to be simultaneously troubled and struck by the irony: my incestuous affair with my daughter now seemed innocent – at least she was in the family — as opposed to my desire for her teammates.

When we got to the car there were two girls leaning against it, kissing passionately. I recognized one instantly. Cheyenne was the school's best athlete. She played first base on the softball team, forward on the basketball team, and had accepted a scholarship to the University of North Carolina for the following year. She was a few inches taller than six feet, dark brown in color, and she kept her hair short. She was small busted and her body was made-up of long lean sleek muscles. She was strength and grace personified; even the way she walked was striking. She was, in short, magnificent. 

It took me longer to focus on the other girl. She was pale, at least eight half a foot shorter than Cheyenne, and had cropped red hair. She looked familiar. 

"C'mon you two, break it up. Mom's here."

The girls unlocked lips and turned to me. "Hey Mrs. Stepton," the red-head said.

Now I recognized her. Andrea Wayman was a life-long friend of Katie's. The last time she came to the house her red hair came half-way down her back.

Trying to play it cool, I said, "I'm sorry Andrea, I didn't recognize you. When did you cut your hair?"

"About a month ago. This is my friend Cheyenne."

Cheyenne, with palpable self-assurance, stepped forward to shake my hand. Her grip was firm and she gave me a slow deliberate up and down look. She was used to being in control. "It's good to meet you Mrs. Stepton. Katie's always talking about you, all good."

"Glad to meet you too. Good luck tomorrow."

"Thanks." 

The girls wandered off, holding hands, looking for a private spot. I stared at them until Katie interrupted, "Hey Mom."

"Sorry dear, I was just...."

I halted, unwilling to articulate the thought. Katie did so for me. "Checking out the chicks? Don't let it bother you. Everyone does; most of the school's straight chicks would switch teams for a shot at Cheyenne." 

We got in the car. Katie looked around, saw no one, and gave me a big kiss, her tongue spearing into my mouth.

I pulled away. "Katie not here, somebody might see." And then, changing the subject, "What happened with Andrea?"

"She came out of the closet about a month ago. I think she was the only kid at school who didn't know she'd been in love with Cheyenne, like, for years. Then one night at a party she had too much to drink. Cheyenne walked her out back. After a few minutes neither returned and I got worried, so I went to check on them. I go outside and I find the two of them tearing each other clothes off. They haven't been able to keep their hands off each other since."

I thought of Andrea's mother, Jill, an attractive divorcee. "Does Andrea's mother know?"

"Yeah, she's having trouble with it." 

Then Katie, her hand running up my leg, changed the subject. "What'd you think of the show Trevor and I put on. How did Dad react?"

"As good as we could have hoped." Her hand was working its way under my skirt. I tried to ignore her. "We'll need to come up with a scenario for you to seduce him."

I had wanted to discuss various gambits we could engineer to create the right atmosphere for Katie to do so, but she was not paying attention. Instead, she was focused on me. Was it obvious how much my short visit with her teammates had turned me on? I tried protesting, but the weakness and lust in my voice only egged her on. As we drove the darkened streets her hands roved over my body. She undid the top two buttons of my shirt and pushed her hand inside, pulling my breasts from my bra and playing with my nipples. At the first stop light she leaned me forward and undid my bra; it was only after we were done that I noticed two men, who were in the car stopped next to us, staring. At every stop thereafter she sunk her tongue into my hungry mouth; it titillated me even more when we had an audience in a near-by car. By time we got to our neighborhood she had gotten her hand in my panties; by the time we hit the driveway her fingers were deep in my pussy. 

By this point I was desperate for her. In one motion I hit the button to close the garage door, turned off the ignition, and leaned to my right searching for her lips. Katie, however, was getting out her door. She tossed her shirt and bra at me and, enjoying the look of crazed- lust on my face, said, "Come with me, my little slut."

She scooted around the front of the car and into the basement. I was a couple of steps behind her. Once inside she turned to face me. She undid the belt of her long skirt, letting it slide down her legs. There, hanging between her legs, was a dildo. Not one of the ones we bought in Athens; it was much thicker and much longer. It was enormous. 

Katie grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "Whatta think?"

Staring at it, I blurted out, "Holy fuck! Where did you get it?"

"Becky came up a few days ago to visit with me and some of the girls. She brought it."

I studied it, staring at my well-built daughter with a massive cock dangling between her thighs. It was black, long and thick, realistically shaped except for a series of ridges, and hung heavily from Katie's body. It even had balls. 

"It's got a small leather nub on it's base that presses against my clit. Becky said it's time we threw away the training wheels and rode a real bicycle."

I just stood there, not sure what to do. Katie took the initiative. She walked towards me while I kept my head down, my eyes locked on her equipment. When she reached me she kissed me gently on the cheek. It was, I realized, a child's kiss, not a lover's kiss, and she said in a child's voice, "I love you Mama." I looked in her eyes. "I love you too baby." Her hand cupped the side of my face and she kissed my lips, again with the tentative affection of a child. Despite her bravado and blossoming sexuality she was, I thought, still a girl, my girl, and required my reassurance before we took the next step.

I tried my best to provide it. When I did I was surprised by the sincerity of my own voice. It had started out as something said to reassure her, but when I was finished neither she nor I could doubt its truth. "What's happened between us, I mean you being my daughter and my lover, it's been wonderful."

When her lips returned to mine she slipped her tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues dueled together, caressing and attacking each other. Katie pulled off my shirt and cupped and caressed my breasts. I reached down to grasp the thick cock between her legs. It was made of leather. It felt real, with the same sort of heavy spongy hardness as a man's cock. I began stroking it.

Katie kissed my ear and, emulating a haughty arrogant man confident that every women would want a spin on his enormous dick, said, "Are you the kind of slut who needs a really big cock to satisfy her?" I was not that kind of girl. Ryan's equipment was substantially bigger than average and big enough for me, but as I ran my hand along the dildo's enormous girth I felt a strange tingling between my thighs. Maybe for one night, maybe tonight, I was that kind of slut.

Katie sensed my capitulation. Enjoying her power over me, she said firmly, "I have some lube in my purse, but why don't you suck it first." 

Her hands went to my shoulders, pressing me down. I dropped to my knees.

Katie's words had acted instantly on my cunt: intense heat turned to a quick boil, waves of pleasure coursed through my body. And while my pussy lips swelled and I juiced up, still I thought what difference would it make to Katie. "But you won't feel it," I said softly. 

"Don't be so sure, I have a very sensitive cunt. Plus, what could be a bigger turn-on then watching my Mom on her knees sucking my oversized dick. Think how hot I'll be when your done. Think how hard I'll be when I fuck my Mom's sweet cunt."

My concern retreated in the face of this sexy promise. I held it in my hands. How exactly was I going to do this? It was big, bigger than any cock I'd ever known. I stretched my jaw several times and tried, without success, to take the head in my mouth. Katie was determined, however, and pushed it into my face. As it bulldozed its way past my teeth – thank god it didn't complain when I nicked it – my lips, jaws, and cheeks grudgingly gave way under the pressure. I relaxed and focused on the sensation. While it looked real and felt real, it didn't pulsate like my husband's dick. I gave it several short licks and noted it didn't taste real; it tasted like a dildo. 

But none of this really mattered. I wanted to suck my daughter's cock; I wanted to give her a first class blow-job. With just the head in my mouth I built up my spit and found, with determination, that my face could absorb more and more of its impressive length. Katie, in turn, moaned as the base of the dildo ground against her cunt and clit. Her hands drifted down to caress the side of my face and I focused on rubbing the base of the cock against her sex. I realized that, unlike a real cock, I could hold it firmly in my mouth and started to bob my head up and down and twist it into my daughter's groin. Katie moaned, louder and longer this time. A few momentary urges to gag were forgotten. I began to revel in my daughter's delighted coos and the massive cock forced into my face.

Katie's grip on my head tightened. She started to shake and her legs wobble. "Oh Mama, that's so good, I need to sit down." She lowered herself onto the couch while the dildo remained buried in my mouth. When she was done I went back to working on the fake cock, stuffing my face with it and pushing it against Katie's clit. Katie was content to lean back and enjoy. I looked up and watched her breasts bounce in time with my movements, her bright blue eyes dance in delight, her full lips quiver. My hand dropped to my sex, frantically fingering my clit. I was ready to be stuffed like I'd never been stuffed before.

I pulled my face off the giant toy. A long string of saliva stretched from it to my lower lip until it snapped and swung onto my breast. My mouth and tongue were numb and battered. "Fuh-fuck," I said, my hand rubbing the dildo from top to bottom, working my spit into it. "Please fuck me, please."

Katie smiled, triumphant. "That's the best blow job I've ever had. Daddy is very lucky. Now, give me your hand"

She accepted my proffered hand and guided me onto the couch. I wanted to get on top so I could control the movements when I took that monster in my cunt. But Katie would have none of it. She placed a hand on my chest, pushing me on my back. I spread my legs. Katie moved between them, leaned forward, and positioned the cockhead in line with my cunt. Her large lovely breasts dangled above my face and I caught one of her perfect tits in my mouth and sucked, ravenous for its taste and firmness.

When the cockhead pressed on my pussy lips I felt a stab of apprehension. Had I lubed it enough? Would my pussy be wet enough? Would I spilt wide open?

I got my answer. Katie pushed the head of the cock inside me. I grunted in pleasure-pain and she moved in another inch. I moaned into the breast stuffing my mouth. The dildo was spreading the walls of my cunt, stretching me. I let Katie's breast slip from my mouth and said only, "Holy fuck," as Katie sank deeper inside. She was holding her body above mine. I looked between us. I couldn't believe the sight of that giant thing disappearing inside me or assimilate the feeling of spreading wide as she continued to push into me. Happily, I had been so focused on giving Katie the perfect blow job that I was not fully cognizant on how turned on I was; my cunt was a swamp of fuck juice. 

I rolled my hips, fucking myself on what was already inside me. The pleasure was intense. I wanted her deeper, but she remained cautious as she carefully sank the immense tool into me. I relaxed, signaling that I was ready, and Katie let another inch slide into me. I again rolled my hips and bounced a little, getting used to the deeper penetration. She was deeper inside me than anyone had ever been before. It was the biggest cock I'd ever known and it felt so fucking good.

I looked back to Katie. She was studying my face, gauging my reactions. Joy, I was sure, rippled across my countenance; nothing now mattered but getting my rocks off. Katie rolled her hips slightly and I matched her movements. And then the insuperable happened; our groins joined; I felt the leather of the harness press against me; the entire dildo was inside. "Oh fuck, fuck," I moaned, feeling the walls of my cunt stretch around the impossibly thick cock. Katie spread her arms and lowered herself to me. Her tits pressed flat against mine. I felt the muscles of her legs and arms move against me and, as I ran my hands down her back, her lean powerful torso. I was about to get the fucking of my life.

Her voice was quiet, but confident. "Mommy dear, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you." When Katie began moving her hips, penetrating me with her tool. The fire inside me intensified, approaching unbearable levels. At first I was completely at her mercy, grunting only, "Uh, uh, uh," as her silky, powerful hips rolled against me, pushing the giant dildo around inside. I grabbed her butt for leverage and found the strength to move with her. Katie, however, wanted control, she wanted to dictate the action and pace, and when she used her powerful legs to ram the cock deeper. I offered no resistance, letting my daughter and her oversized cock dictate my movements. 

Pain and pleasure filled my cunt hole. I was being invaded by the biggest cock I'd ever known, but my daughter knew what she was doing. As she continued to fuck me the pleasure grew and the pain receded. She also expertly ground her clit against the harness. We had been lovers long enough; I recognized what her low murmurings and the way her body moved against mine meant; Katie was loving it. I took her head in my hands, angling her mouth to mine, my lips caressing hers before my tongue pushed inside.




Katie Loves Her Mom Ch. 04



Katie returned my kiss, spearing her tongue into my mouth, before pulling away to bury her head in the nape of my neck. She picked up speed, hammering her clit into the harness' hard nub while fucking the shit out of her mother. 

I put my hands on the small of her back, pulling her crotch tight against mine. "You like that baby?"

"Oh god, yes Mommy."

We kept at it. The pain was gone. All I felt was pleasure, excruciating pleasure, as my daughter pillaged by snatch with her massive cock. With each pistoning motion it dragged across my g-spot. I dug my fingernails into her back. Katie, realizing I had completely surrendered to her and her fat dick, seemed to fuck me twice as hard, going like gangbusters in my tight cunt.

I imagined my pussy walls spreading like the Red Sea before the onslaught of Katie's giant leather cock. I was pinned to the sofa by the energy of my child's dynamic body and her monstrous dick. I felt an orgasm building within me. While I had done my best to move the dick so it rubbed against her clit, I was nearing exhaustion, overwhelmed by my daughter's strength and the bliss radiating from my sex. I gave way, letting my daughter take me. I wrapped my legs around her waist, curling my feet around her ankles.

"Fuck me, fuck me with your giant dick, fuck me silly, fuck me you big dicked bastard, Katie I love your dick, split your Mama wide open. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

I was wonderfully full. Her cock found every nerve ending in my cunt. Katie fucked me like a wild bull. I squeezed her tight, pressing her huge breasts against my chest. I had descended into depraved sexual bliss, moaning, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." 

"You like big dicks Mommy-slut, you like being reamed by my donkey-dong."

I felt her words in my pussy.

"I saw you staring at my teammates. You're becoming such a slut. Did you think about eating their pussies, then letting them lick your fat clittie, then being passed around like a horny bitch-dog."

A small part of me couldn't believe my daughter was talking to me like this, the rest of me loved every word. "Oh god yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

"And Cheyenne, you were practically drooling when you saw her. Imagine Cheyenne on her back while Andrea munches on her snatch. Imagine burying your face between those ebony thighs."

The images filled my mind. "OH GOD, YES, FUCK ME," I shouted. Her wonderful cock plunged in and out of my cunt. I was a plaything in my child's hands. Her strong rangy body pinned me to the couch, her large breasts swallowed mine. She was slamming into me with the biggest dick I'd ever known, stretching my cunt as it had never been stretched before. She stank of perspiration and the musky odor of her wet hot pussy. Shivers of pleasure radiated through my body, pure blasts of bliss. I locked my ankles behind her back and groaned like a bitch-dog in heat.

"You're my little fuck-toy Mommy."

"Fuck yes, fuck, fuck, OH GOD, FUCK YES, Cu-cu-CUMMMINGG." An orgasm ripped through me, coursing through every part of me, starting in my clit and cunt, reaching my fingertips and toes, and then echoing back and doing it again.

Katie, who had been holding her own orgasm back, let go, moaning in joy into my neck as she pushed the artificial dick deep into me, driving my hips into the couch. She shook with pleasure and kissed me passionately, frantically, her tongue knocking mine around my mouth. Finally, she slumped into me. Our mutual orgasm had reduced us to quivering quaking messes. 

We lay there awhile, exchanging sweet kisses, words of love and affection, and sharing snickering giggles. I loved my daughter.

Katie was the first to recover. She was soon ready for more. She got to her feet and placed my ankles on her shoulders. I offered no resistance. She positioned the head of her cock at the opening of my pussy and pushed inside. My already stretched pussy welcomed the intrusion. It was late, fatigue was nipping at the corners of my consciousness, but I wanted to go on. Katie sensed my exhaustion and assumed complete control, thrusting into me powerfully and forcefully. At her mercy I lay back, watching her well-defined abs and strong arms as she delivered the mind-blowing fuck I craved. Her massive breasts bounced, shook, and slapped together with every thrust. Katie was an Amazonian warrior and I her willing and receptive prize. With my body at her mercy she fucked me with unrestrained power and force, driving deep into me. I thought I 'd gotten accustomed to the size of her cock, but there returned an unworldly mixture of pleasure and pain, but pain unlike any I'd known before, pain I welcomed. I wanted to both ask for mercy and beg for more; I wanted more although I feared if Katie fucked me any harder I'd come apart at the seams.

"Oh baby, it's so good, so fucking good. Fuck me, baby," I pleaded. 

Katie, seeing that I was subsumed by my need for her, took advantage. To my whimpering protest she withdrew the strap-on, leaving me empty inside, gave my butt a hard slap and, her voice brooking no dissent, said, "Hands and knees, face down, ass up. That's how we're gonna fuck, Mommy-bitch." Although I never thought to say no, I was so disconcerted by the vacant feeling inside me that it took a second for me to roll over, cradle my head on my arms, and stick my ass in the air. When I did I eagerly looked behind me. Katie knelt between my splayed legs, spread my ass cheeks with her hands, and entered me. 

She fucked me savagely. I don't think even she realized the force and passion she was pouring into it until the sofa started shaking and moving across the room. I sobbed my joy, begging for the assault. When Katie slowed a little, I shouted in a voice a mix of frantic plea and desperate command, "Don't you fucking dare slow down, fuck me!" 

Katie took me at my word, plundering my cunt. After that I was inacapable of words, I just howled and howled. Nothing had ever compared to these feelings. I came, and as Katie continued fucking me, picking up speed with every thrust, making my body bounce and twist on her dildo, I kept coming. I didn't know where one started or ended anymore; it was one long, continuous earth-shattering orgasm; ragged sparks of pleasure erupting in my brain and dancing through my body. The harder Katie fucked me, the more rapid and intense my orgasms. I was a cock-crazy bitch; I craved more. As flashes of light danced behind my eyes I croaked, "Harder, oh dear god, fuck, fuck me harder."

Katie continued pile driving the cock into my willing happy body. I was shaking and screaming, begging for more. Then I felt it, a massive orgasm building inside, big, real big, big enough to dwarf the rest. In a saner more rational world it would have scared me, but Katie and her giant dick had shattered my world; I was a lust-crazed monster with no interest in a saner more rational world. I wanted that orgasm; I needed it; I would have done anything for it. That's when an image pounded into my lust-soaked brain: Katie fulfilling her dream, surrendering her virginity to her father. And then another thought, me, sharing my husband with my daughter, the three of us together. I saw it in my mind, Ryan taking Katie from behind while she ate my hot pussy. I wanted to fuck Ryan and watch him fuck Katie.

"Fu-fuck me, Daddy," I said softly. When Katie moaned in response I repeated myself, louder this time, "Fuck me, Daddy." Katie's hands tightened on my waist and, her voice guttural and hard, she said, "You like Daddy's cock baby." 

"Oh yes Daddy, fuck me, fuck my tight cunt!!"

Katie growled her arousal and drawing from a last reservoir of strength, thrust even harder. It was all I needed; I went hurtling over the edge. My scream devolved into a shriek and my body shook and pulsed. The orgasm slammed into me like a brick wall, leaving me a mess of nerve endings and jelly. I saw stars and planets, nebula and galaxies, and a pleasure unlike any I'd known engulfed and drained me completely. I collapsed on the sofa as the orgasm rippled through my core. My spent cunt gushed and spasmed around the huge cock. I felt as heavy as lead and lighter than air. 

Katie came when I did. When I collapsed she fell onto my back, the giant dildo still lodged in my tight pussy. Our sweat intermingled and our bodies, sucking in air, rose and fell against each other. After awhile Katie pulled her cock from me and rolled over, landing on the sofa beside me. Slowly, even as I felt a few last pulses of my orgasm slip through me, I rolled on my side to face my daughter. Our breasts touched. We looked at each other, smiling, and I kissed her gently on the lips.

"I love you Katie."

"I love you too Mom," and then, in a more mischievous tone, "Whatta ya think Mom. I'm pretty good with this thing."

She knew the answer. "Yeah." I paused, "We definitely need to find a way to get you in bed with your Dad, and me. I don't think I can handle you by myself."

I looked at a clock on the basement wall. We had been fucking for two hours. When I looked back at Katie she was falling asleep. Fuck, both of us had to wake up in a few hours. I and gave Katie a kiss on the forehead, startling her back into reality. "We better get upstairs and to bed."

I stood first, offering my hand to Katie to help her up. We held hands and headed upstairs. 

"Did you mean what you said about my teammates?" she asked.

My mind was still hazy. "What did I say?"

"About being passed around like a sex toy."

"Honey, I'm not sure about that."

"Okay, but I suspect it can be arranged."

We walked up the two flights of stairs. Katie, the dildo still dangling from her sex, headed for her room. I was so tired my legs were shaking, but I stank of sex, something I'd have trouble explaining to my husband in the morning. I forced myself into the shower, carefully cleaning my sore inflamed pussy lips. When I got out to brush my teeth I found my mouth equally battered. I settled for mouthwash. I got into bed and pulled myself close to the warmth of my husband's body. 

He woke and looked at the clock. "Hey babe, its late," he said, his voice slurred with sleep.

"Yeah honey, Katie and I ended up sitting downstairs talking."

"All good?" he asked.

"All good." I replied.

I turned my back to him and he pulled himself close, draping on arm across my body. He said, "I have the best wife in the world," and went back to sleep.

I was not used to deceiving my husband and I hated it. I had to find a way to get him and Katie together, and soon. If I didn't, I thought, it might not only wreck my marriage, but trying to satisfy her sex drive by myself just might kill me.



Katie Loves Her Mom Ch. 05



Ryan's trial was set to begin Tuesday. He left the day before, but took the shuttle to the airport so I could watch Katie's team play, and win, the conference championship. Afterwards Coach took the girls out for pizza, inviting the parents to tag along. While eating she discreetly approached me, "After we're done we're having a seniors-only meeting at my home. If possible, I'd like you to join us."

"I'd love to, but I first need to go to Federal Express and ship some boxes to my husband."

"That's fine, you know where I live."

I arrived at her home about an hour later. Cars were parked around the yard. I knocked and when no one answered, let myself in. The foyer was empty. I heard a sound from the first room on the left and peeked in. Cheyenne was on a couch, her powerful legs locked around Andrea's head. Neither girl was vaguely aware I was there.

In the next room Principal Jones was exchanging long leisurely kisses with twin girls from the team. The girls were brunettes and although not built as powerfully as Cheyenne, were big-boned and rangy. Their breasts were large and round, featuring wide brown areolas and dark brown nipples. The principal's breasts were small, pert and firm. Her pale skin contracted nicely with the darker hue of the girls. She noticed me.

"I'm providing the requisite supervision. What you want is upstairs."

The top of the stairs provided an overlook of the backyard. I saw another ten girls or so in various stages of undress. There was a buzz between my legs that was becoming an increasing distraction.

It was then that I heard a happy squeal from a room down the hall. It was Katie.

I followed the noise to a bedroom and found my daughter. She was laying naked on a bed, her limbs tied to the bed posts. Her pungent odor and the way her vagina glistened in the sunlight left no doubt how strongly aroused she was. Coach, wearing only socks, a baseball cap, and pins through her small breasts, was surveying my bound child. Katie opened her eyes when I stepped on a loose board. 

"Hey, Mama!"

Coach glanced at me. She was non-plussed. "Glad you could make it Lois. Care to join us?"

If two weeks ago you had asked me how I'd answer such a question, I'd have told you I would've grabbed my daughter and run; but who was I kidding? I had known, but not admitted to myself, that this was the reality of her life. On top of that, helpless and tied to the bed my daughter's curvy sexy helpless body was irresistible. I nodded yes and climbed on board, running my tongue along Katie's labia, scooping up some of her plentiful juice. My little girl was some turned-on. 

The bed shifted. Coach was moving towards me, licking her lips. Our mouths met a few inches above Katie's pussy in a series of tentative exploratory kisses. Coach's strong hand wrapped around the back of my head, holding me firmly in place. Her tongue forced itself into my mouth. Her abrupt attack at first startled me, but her tongue soon mastered mine. I steadied myself with my hands and pressed my face to hers. I was completely lost in the moment when my daughter interrupted.

"Uh, guys?"

Coach broke the kiss. I was panting. We looked at Katie, the two of us disoriented by our sudden explosion of passion.

"I'm glad to see you two getting together, and watching you guys is really hot, but there's a bodacious eighteen year old blonde tied to this bed who needs her pussy eaten."

Coach issued instructions. "Lois, you take her clit; I'll get her cunt."

Coach rammed several fingers inside Katie and licked her pink pussy lips. I swiped my tongue around and over her clit. Katie soon was bucking underneath us, moaning hard.

"Mom, Coach, lick me, lick me, I'm so close. Oh god, lick me, it feels so good." 

I rolled back the hood of her clitoris and flicked my tongue against the hard happy bud. At the same time I captured her pert hard nipples between my fingers. Coach had buried her strong tongue inside my daughter and was attacking her cunt's inner walls. The powerful odor of Katie's sex redoubled, filling my nostrils. Katie grunted and gyrated, straining against the ropes binding her to the bed. Her body shook and quivered. She was close, so close, and then she suddenly jerked, yanking against the ties. Juice bubbled from her snatch and poured down her thighs as she shouted, "DAMN, OH DAMN, KEEP IT UP, YEAH, YEAH, I'M CUMMING, AIEEEEEEEEEEE....."

Katie flopped violently on the bed. As she did Coach rolled the heel of her hand back and forth over Katie's clit, bringing her a series of rapid-fire follow-up orgasms. As she came and came Katie thrashed and twisted, her muscles straining as she bucked against the straps, until eyes half-closed, lazy with sex, she sank into the bed and said simply, "Enough."

It was only then I noticed the Principal, the two girls she'd been with, and several others standing in the doorway.

One of the twins said, "I want to be tied up next."

Principal Jones disagreed. "We have a guest. She gets first choice. Lois, would you like to be tied to the bed."

Bondage was not among the games Ryan and I played. Now I wondered why not. With a tremor in my and voice before anyone could interrupt I said, "Yes, yes, I would."

Word spread around the house and several more girls hurried into the room. The ladies stripped me naked, strapped my hands and feet to the bed. As I pulled on the restraints, testing their strength, the twins walked to either side of the bed and teased my nipples with their tongues. I closed my eyes basking in the sensation. Sparks leapt from my nipples, filling my bosoms. I was squirming in delight when they stopped. What happened? Why? They were really starting to get to me. I looked around, confused.

Coach winked. "The one who's tied up, with her we take our time."

All the girls but the team's second baseman left. She, a sweet tiny Asian girl, crawled onto the bed and lay next to me. Her breasts, like her slim body, were small, but capped with large brown nipples. She took a second to study me. 

"My name is Rose. I think you're pretty."

She kissed my lips, exploring their contours.

"When you're at a game I can't keep my eyes off you. Between innings, in the dug out, I stare at you, imagining you naked in my bed. Coach has to remind me to keep my head in the game."

She kissed me again. This time she was more aggressive, her tongue sweeping along my lips. I opened my mouth, wanting her inside, but she resumed her monologue.

"I get jealous of Katie. I wonder if she ever sees you naked. Then I figure when you don't think you'll get caught, you must peek at Katie. When you do, do you get all turned-on? I mean, I know she's your kid and all that, but she's some hot piece of ass. "

She buried her face in my neck, nibbling along its crook, reaching my ear, licking it in long smooth motions. She explored the turns and crevices of my ear flap. My cunt was on fire. I instinctively raised my hands, wanting to drag her closer, but my wrists pulled tight against the leather straps. My cunt quivered.

Rose seemed oblivious to my mounting need. "But I'm not jealous of Katie any more. I got you all to myself."

She got on top of me, pinning my body to the bed. She took my chin in her hand -- her slender fingers were surprisingly strong -- and angled my face towards hers. Her tongue entered my willing mouth, visiting every corner and cavity, then running along the inside of my lips. When I tried to wrap my arms around her the restraints snapped my arms back into place. I felt a sharp burst in my vagina. I strained against the leather straps, futilely trying to break them. My helplessness left me even more aroused.

Rose buried her face in my neck, sucking hard on my flesh, then she kissed me, her tongue moving unhurriedly against mine. When she pulled away my tongue jumped from my mouth, yearning to re-establish contact. 

She smiled, got off the bed, walked to my purse, and removed my make-up mirror.

"Look what I did."

The mirror showed a big hickey on my neck.

She started towards the door. "See you later."

"No, I need you, please come back."

"Don't worry, you haven't seen the last of me." And she was gone.

Jesus Christ, was I aroused. I wanted to scream, to beg her to come back, but decided not to give her the satisfaction. I lay back down and tried to relax. A few moments, however, seemed like forever. Time crawled by. There were happy moans throughout the house. Was I the only unattended woman there?

Another girl entered the room. She was the starting right fielder, a thin fleet-footed small-busted light-skinned black woman. Her hair was cut short. She looked at me. Her stare was near contemptuous, her voice placid and calm. 

"Hi Kate's Mommie. My name's Vanessa. I have a confession. I love to seduce older woman, especially woman like you, white woman of privilege. I like listening to them beg my little ol' black ass to eat their pussies. I bet I've been with a few friends of yours.

"Another confession, sometimes in the outfield we vote on who's the hottest Mom. You always win." 

I said nothing. I was confused, frightened, and turned-on. She pulled up a chair and ran a dirty fingernail over the curve of my breasts. They responded instantly, turning deep red in color. My nipples hardened. A sharp, "Ooooooohhhhhh..........," confirmed the effect she was having on me. 

"I'm a wee bit flat chested. Maybe I'm jealous, but I've always liked your tits, nice and round. Not as big as Katie's, but big enough. Let's see how they taste."

She ovaled her lips around my areola and flicked the nipple with her tongue. I squirmed, my initial reticence forgotten, "Ohhh god, do it again."

She didn't. Instead she got up and walked to the other side of the bed. Her pace was slow; she was making a point, she didn't need to hurry. Once there she pressed my nipples into my breasts and watched them bounce back while my tits jiggled. I reached for her, but was stopped by the tethers fastening me to the bed. The restraints sent a shock wave through my groin. 

She smiled. "You liked that, didn't you."

Trying to keep my voice calm, I said, "Yes."

Her smirk showed my pretense was transparent; she knew how desperate I was. 

"Well, maybe if you do me, I'll do you some more."

She got on the bed and lowered her chest towards my face. I wanted to stay calm, to wait, but she was slow, oh so slow. Her areolas were dark, far darker than the rest of her, and large, covering most of her breasts. My resolve collapsed. I jerked my head up, stretching my tongue to its limit, the tip fluttering, waiting, yearning, reaching for her hard distended nipple. She ran a hand through my hair and pushed my head back, and then, with a malicious smile, lowered her breast to my hungry mouth. I'd like to say I was subtle and careful, but no, I was frantic. I took entirety of her breast into my mouth. My lips gnawed on its outer flesh, I licked and sucked the areolas, and my tongue lashed her jet black nipples.

She pulled it from my mouth and lowered the other. As she did she said, her tone mocking, "You are a hungry little girl, aren't you." I attacked the second breast with as much need as I had the first. Although I was intensely working her breast with my mouth I seemed to be getting no reaction from her. Were my hectic efforts to please her having any effect? Then, out of nowhere, she exhaled a thin breath of air and issued a slow low moan, almost a purr. My pussy spasmed.

I sucked even harder, but she pulled away. I raised my head, trying to recapture her breast, but failed. Damn it, I wasn't done. I wanted more. I needed more.

She lay on the bed next to me and placed her hands on the outside of my breasts, just holding them, as if assessing them. She pushed them together and teased the nipples with her thumbs. She ran her thumbs from my nipples to the edge of my areolas, and then reversed course. She pressed her thumbs directly onto the nipples, pushing them into my breasts and moving them in wide circles. Her index fingers joined her thumbs, catching and rolling my nipples between them. I was a guinea pig in an experiment in which Vanessa was cataloging my reaction to various stimuli and I loved it, I wanted more. My breasts swelled; my breathing intensified; I tried to egg Vanessa on with compliments.

"Oh, I like it, it feels so good, honey play with my boobies."

Vanessa covered my breasts with her hands. Serenely, slowly, smoothly, she squeezed them. Sweet sensations swept my body. She gauged my responses perfectly, increasing the intensity of her hands in sync with my growing arousal.

I had shut my eyes and was aware of her next move only when I felt a quick swipe of her tongue across a breast. She held my breasts in her hands, squeezing and kneading them, while exploring my flushed hot titties with her mouth. In a house in which the air was redolent with the odor of overheated pussies, mine, I was sure, stood out.

After covering my breasts with sweet kisses she straddled me and leaned forward. I kissed her, tasting my tit flesh on her tongue. I wanted to kiss her longer, to let it go on and on, but she broke contact. "Mrs. Stepton, I can see where Katie got her fine tasting tits."

She returned to my breasts, pushing my left breast forward and, starting at the bottom, dragged her tongue hard around its edges, across the top, and then stopping just short of my nipple. I groaned in frustration. If she intended to torture an already overheated woman, she was succeeding. I squirmed, ravenous with need.

She smiled and pushed my breasts together, drawing circles around the areolas with her tongue, then sucked them into her mouth and licked my nipples. She trapped the nipples between her lips, rolled them back and forth, and occasionally swiping the tips with her tongue. Finally, she licked hard, enjoying the way my breasts bounced in response. I was whimpering in delight, making no effort to disguise my urgent need. I ground my cunt against her leg: I needed her mouth between my legs; I needed to cum. Then I felt it, her hand walking towards my crotch, across my stomach, around my belly button, heading for my pussy. My pussy lips swelled in anticipation. I needed to cum

Then she stood up.

"Mrs. Stepton, thank you. You do have the loveliest titties."

She started to the door. I had not begged Rose to stay, but my steaming cunt had burned my pride away. Pulling on the restraints, I said, "Vanessa, please please please please please please, my pussy. Please play with my pussy! Please eat me."

"No, that is for someone else."

"Please untie me! Let me play with myself."

"Mrs. Stepton, that'd be against the rules."

She left.

I pulled on the leather straps; I needed to escape, but my helplessness only turned me on more. I squeezed my legs together and rubbed my cunt with my thighs, but that only pushed me to a higher state of arousal. 

I was so focused on my cunt that I didn't hear two sets of footsteps approaching in the hallway and was surprised when Cheyenne and Andrea entered the room. The contrast between these young women was striking, one a powerful six foot plus tall black girl and the other thin pale red-head, at least half a foot shorter than her friend.

The ever upbeat Andrea greeted me, "Hey Mrs. S!" 

Cheyenne was more circumspect. She walked to me slowly, the grace and strength of her stride and evident intelligence of her eyes imparting gravitas to her movements. She looked at me. Tied to the bed I was helpless; this powerful young woman could do anything she wanted. My eyes locked on hers; I couldn't break her gaze. My pussy twitched.

Andrea came up and stood next to her lover, placing a hand on her ass. Cheyenne leaned down and kissed her, their tongues playing together in Andrea's mouth. When done Cheyenne, wordlessly, got on the bed. She straddled my head and, facing my feet, lowered her vagina to my face. It's scent was powerful, intense, primitive, overwhelming. 

Andrea, watched her friend with reverence. "Katie's been bragging about your talented mouth. And no one is telling Cheyenne she can't go first."

Cheyenne held herself an inch above me. Drops of juice plunked onto my face and rolled down my cheeks. I wasn't sure what she wanted, but was sure I didn't want to displease her. At the same time my burning lust was a runaway train, something I couldn't control. With a high pitched yelp I lifted my head and buried it in her sex, coating my face and filling my nostrils with her juice, hoping I could give her what she wanted.

Cheyenne said, "Oh yeah....," and sat down, driving my head into the bed. 

Cheyenne was in complete control as I hungrily ate her pussy. She was not gentle. She moved her sex against my face, directing me to where she wanted to be licked and sucked. I savored her clittie, perineum, vulva, and, when she shoved her hips down, pushing her pussy against my lips, I gulped down her intoxicating juice while snaking my tongue inside her, probing, roaming, reveling in her sweet tart flow. My tongue ached but I kept going, desperate to please this emissary from Olympus. 

Andrea's soft hands roamed across my belly and along my thighs. I yearned for her to push a hand into my cunt.

I kept gnawing at Cheyenne's sex. Her body trembled and she started to moan. I must have been doing something right; I was close to drowning in her flow. Finally, Cheyenne spoke. "Katie was right, you have a talented mouth." I couldn't see what was happening, but Andrea must have pouted, for Cheyenne quickly added, "Don't worry baby, no one's as good as you." She then returned her attention to me, "Tongue fuck me." 

I rammed my tongue in and out of her cunt over and over. My tongue was going numb and I was losing muscle control, but I went on. Cheyenne must have sensed that I was closing in on exhaustion, for she pulled her pussy from my mouth and slid her labia over my face, fucking herself on my nose and chin. Her cunt was the only thing I could see, taste, touch, hear. I was it's plaything. 

As I went on Cheyenne started grunting, the powerful bursts emanating from deep within her solar plexus. Juice was pouring from her in quantities I would have thought impossible. My own sex was on fire. I had known Andrea since she had been a little girl. She had always been a sweet girl, a good girl, a girl you didn't have to ask twice to do something. If I asked her, if I begged her, would she eat my oh so fucking damn hot pussy?

Cheyenne centered her clit on my mouth. I heard Andrea, "Suck her clittie, Mrs. S."

I wrapped my lips around the button and pulled it in my mouth, whipping it with my aching tongue. Cheyenne rocked her crotch into my face. The mattress bounced up and down and the impact on my face bordered on the painful. I tried to reach her thighs to slow her down, but the leather straps stopped me. Her grunts became increasingly deep and powerful, she was close to coming. I kept going, wanting to push her over the edge, and then she disappeared. I jerked up in search of her pussy, but was still secured to the mattress.

She had stepped off the bed. Andrea fell to her knees and locked her face to Cheyenne's cunt, licking avidly. Her tiny white hands clutched Cheyenne's dark magnificent ass. I felt insane jealously and frustration. I wanted to bring this goddess off. Me damn it, not Andrea.

I watched as Cheyenne's grunts matched, and then surpassed, the power and intensity of those I had elicited from her. She held Andrea's head in her large hands, driving her sex into her lover's mouth. I pulled my hands as hard as I could in a pointless effort to snap the straps tethering me to the bad, desperate to bury my hand in my cunt.

Cheyenne, legs spread, leaned against a chest of drawers, surrendering herself to her devoted young lover. "Good baby, good, good, no one is as good as you baby, Uunnhh..., uuunnnhhh......., baby, baby, uuuunnnnhhhhhh.............., baby, baby, baby, uuuuunnnnnhhhhhh................., UUUUUNNNNNHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"




Katie Loves Her Mom Ch. 05



The power of Cheyenne's orgasm shook the room. Sweat poured down her muscular back. And then my phone rang. It was Ryan's ring tone. Cheyenne, despite what appeared to me to be an orgasm of mind-blowing intensity, seemed to instantly recover. She fished my phone, which was no longer ringing, from my purse and handed it to Andrea. 

Andrea pressed a few keys. "The call was from Katie's Dad. We better let her know."

They left the room without acknowledging me. I whimpered, but if they heard me they showed no reaction. The only thing that kept me from screaming, "Would someone EAT MY PUSSY!" was the pointlessness of doing so.

I was not alone long. In a few moments it seemed everyone had crowded into the bedroom. My eyes feasted on their sweet young bodies. Maybe one of them would bring me off. Katie, carrying the phone, entered last. She engaged the phone's speaker and played the following message: "Honey, I'm pulling up to the hotel now. We're going to dinner in about as hour. I'm so fucking horny. I can't get the images of Katie out of my mind. Please call."

The girls cheered.

When they finished Katie said to me. "Mom, I'll call Daddy back and hold the phone to your ear. You let him know it's okay, that you can't stop thinking about me either. You're a social worker, comfort him, but tell him you're ready for phone sex and that you want to use both hands so you 're going to put him on speaker."

She punched in Ryan's number and held the phone to my ear.

"Hey honey, I got your message," I said

"Hey babe, I was just about to start. Do you think I've lost my mind?"

"No hun, I'm stripping as we speak. Do you mind if I put you on speaker."

"No, go ahead." 

Katie switched on the speaker; the room would hear the call. My cunt was creaming.

"I've had the same obsession, I can't get the image of our daughter," I might as well be explicit, "sucking Trevor's cock out of my head. My fucking cunt's on fire. Stroke your cock. I'm gonna keep you on speaker and use both hands."

"That's great; my dick is so hard."

"Remember how Katie licked Trevor's dick. She must have swallowed five inches. Imagine her beautiful face on your cock."

Ryan said, "Jeez, babe don't do that to me," but his deep breathing didn't waver.

"It's okay honey, it's okay. Imagine she's sucking your cock, licking it, working her cheeks hard, trying to suck the cum from your balls while she's frigs your dick."

Then there was a tongue on my clit. I shuddered and let out a deep moan. It was Andrea. Damn it felt good. Cheyenne was right, Andrea knew how to eat pussy. I glanced around the room, the girls were staring at me, listening to the phone call. Every pussy had a hand in it. 

"Oh babe, are you as turned on as me? Fuck, my dick is so hard."

"It's okay honey. Think about it, now she takes one of your balls in her mouth, gently sucking on it, balancing it on her tongue."

Andrea licked my clit and I let out another long low sensual moan before returning to the story. "Your testicle still in her mouth, Katie looks up at you. At first all you see are her beautiful blue eyes but then you notice her face, filled with love and lust and need for you."

Andrea sucked my clit into her mouth, attacking it with the tip of her tongue. I groaned, "Unnnnhhhh," and struggled to complete the incestuous story. "You see how much Katie wants this. Unnnnhhhhhh.... She loves sucking your fat cock, your big fat cock, her Daddy's wonderful fat dick. She loves the taste of your swollen testicles. She, unhhh, unnhhhhh, wants to drink your cum, your cum, your fucking sweet cum, boiling cum, boiling fucking cum inside your cock. Let her honey, let, oh fuck, give her your cum, sweet honey of god, shitfuck, cum in her mouth babe, fuck I'm cumming."

My mind exploded and my body convulsed. Each time my hands and legs were snapped back in place by the ties my orgasm reignited, exploding upward. I hollered, my voice echoing in the room, "OHHHH SHIT, SO GOOOOD!!!"

I heard my husband on the other end. "MEE TOOO, OHH GOD, FUCK, ANHHHH!"

The room emptied out, the girls hurrying off to extinguish the fires my performance had lit. Only Coach, Principal Jones, and Katie remained. 

Ryan, who was still on the phone, spoke first. "Jeez babe, that was amazing. Sorry, I've got to run. I've got to clean myself up and get to a dinner meeting." Then his voice turned serious. Katie switched off the speaker and held the phone to my head so only I could hear. He said, "Honey, is all this okay?"

"Yes love, I've done some research and thought about it. I'm convinced it is. But I understand your concern. We'll talk more later." He said good night. Katie disconnected the line.

Principal Jones stood on her toes, turned to my taller daughter, and said said, "It looks like we've made a good start on getting our girl laid." She kissed Katie on her lips before moving down and locking her mouth on Katie's breasts, sucking on them with the devotion of a well-cared for baby. Coach untied me and slid four strong calloused fingers into my cunt. With her other hand she pulled the skin above my clitoris taut. A tongue that seemed as strong as her fingers trapped and rolled my clitoris against my body. I came almost instantly, bellowing with a savagery brought on by my hours of frustration. Coach then swung around, centering her bushy cunt on my face and we made sweet love to each other. While she and I ate each other to repeated orgasms I heard Katie and Principal Jones groaning through a series of climaxes on the floor.

* * * * 

Ryan called late that night, troubled by his new-found lust for his daughter. Playing the social worker, I assured him it was okay, that I felt the same way. He seemed, if not satisfied, at least comforted. When he called back again the next evening he confessed that his desire for Katie had been on his mind all day. 

My voice sympathetic, I said, "Honey, take off your clothes."

His tone was a little sheepish, "Babe. They're already off." 

"Great. Tonight, while Katie and I ate dinner, I imagined the three of us laying naked in bed, you were between Katie and I. We were running our hands on your magnificent tool, feeling it harden. I kissed you while Katie took your shaft in her hand, smearing a drop of a pre-cum over the head with her thumb."

Unlike the previous evening Ryan raised no objection, he was already lost in the fantasy. I could hear him masturbating. "Unh, unh, unh...." 

I continued. "You turn to Katie and kiss her. You run your tongue across her lips, exploring their fullness. When you begin a second pass you find them slightly ajar. Katie's tongue pokes out, just the tip. You touch it, find its softness irresistible. Katie pushes your head back into the pillow and her tongue enters your mouth. It's a careful sweet visitor; it roves all over, behind you lips, across the roof of your mouth to your cheeks, then your teeth, and then joyfully plays with your tongue."

Ryan was turned on; he was already close, real close. It was time to up the ante and add a little lesbian action. "When I sit up for a better view Katie feels the movement and pulls back. You watch Katie bring her face to mine and push her tongue into my mouth."

"Fuck, Lois, unnhhhhhm, I'm cummmming."

My husband wallowed in post-orgasmic pleasure. It took some time for him to say, "So, I'm not sure I understand. You're attracted to Katie? I mean sexually."

"Yes dear, I thought I told you that."

"What do you mean? When?"

"Well, I told you I was as turned when we watched she and Trevor. I certainly didn't mean Trevor. You're still the only man for me." 

I know its impossible, but I still think I heard him smile over the phone.

We chatted. Ryan's questions about my bi-sexuality began dispassionately, but grew increasingly prurient. Soon I was describing my explicit fantasies about our daughter's sweet body and Ryan brought himself off again as I recounted my desire to watch him fuck Katie and then suck his cum from her snatch. My husband, I am sure, slept soundly that night. After I retrieved my vibrator from the bed side table, I did so also.

* * * *

Ryan called the next night. Katie and I were in the tub. His first question was the expected.

"Lois, were you shooting straight with me last night? Does Katie really turn you on?"

"Yes honey, she does. You and I've talked about it; you know I had a few girl-on-girl experiences in college."

"But, y'know, she's our daughter." 

"Honey, the reason there's a taboo against incest is because people are attracted to relatives, not because they're indifferent to them. And let's admit it, our daughter is not only gorgeous, she's a wonderful person. If we were eighteen again you'd ask her out and I'd want her for a friend. What we are feeling right now is perfectly natural." I paused, my voice dropping a notch, "Are you hard?"

"Like a tree truck."

"Not a bad description for the thing between your legs. Take it in your hands. Imagine Katie waiting for you in bed."

"Babe, I'm not sure." 

"Let me worry about that. It's okay. Imagine that the three of us us -- you, Katie, and I -- talked about it, we decided its fine. You're nervous, but when you walk into the bedroom you see not only lust in her eyes, you see love in her eyes. She wants you to be the first, she wants you to initiate her. This is not something she wants to give to a random boy, this is something she wants to share with you, her wonderful Daddy." 

His breathing flattened and I could hear the muffled sound of his exertion. I imagined his hand flashing up and down his lovely tool. My hand had started towards my cunt, but Katie slid her foot between my legs and touched my clit. "Mmmmmmhhhhh...."

Ryan heard. "Jesus babe, is this turning you on as much as it is me?"

"Yes, hun, maybe more," then Katie stroked my clittie again, "AHHHHHHHHHHH."

Katie worked my cunt and I kept talking to her father. "You kiss her eyes, her nose, her chin. You nuzzle her ears, her neck, her shoulders. 'You know Daddy loves you?' you ask, reassuring both her and yourself. She responds, her voice soft and full of affection, 'Yes Daddy, I do. I've wanted this for so long.'"

I could hear his bed move. Guttural sounds erupted from his chest. I wanted to push him over the edge but Katie's toes were interfering with my ability to concentrate on the story. She pushed her big toe into my pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhm ohhhhh," I moaned, and then gave her a long hard look. She smiled, but she let up.

I resumed the fantasy. "Your gaze wanders down to her breasts, Katie's big fat beautiful breasts. You think about the times you've admired them, moments shot through with a twinge of guilt. But you feel no guilt now; you're both adults, you both want this. You kiss her nipples. Although they were already erect, you feel then stiffen further. 'Oh Daddy,' she murmurs, 'I've dreamed of this.' She pulls your head to her other breast. You kiss it, feel it swell against your lips and tongue."

I had prepared a longer version of this story, but the sounds on the telephone made it clear I'd never get there. Ryan was about to blow.

"Can you feel her fat tits in your mouth, honey?"

"Unnnh, unnnhhhh, uuuuunnnnhhhhhhhhh."

"Are you licking your daughter's hot sweet tits? Are they good as you imagined?"

"Yes, oh god yes, unnnuuuuunnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh." 

"Oh baby, can you smell her sweet body, her hot pussy?"

He came. "UUUUNNNNHHHHHHH, OH GOD, FUCK KATIE, UNNHHHHHHHHHH."

It took awhile, but his orgasmic growl receded, replaced by hard short breaths. After a short break, he said, "Babe, I came so hard.' After another moment, he said, "Sorry I can't talk longer, got to meet with the lawyers."

"That's fine hun, I'll finish what we started." Katie was reaching for the double-headed dildo as I hung up the phone.

* * * *

I was in bed when the phone rang three hours later. Katie was sitting naked in a chair painting her toenails a pastel green. 

"Hey, babe, my dick is like iron. Where were we?"

"Is it out, honey?" I asked.

"Yes."

"While you were at dinner I stayed in bed naked the entire time, bringing myself off over and over again with my fingers. Did you think about me? Was that beautiful thing between your legs hard?"

"Jeez babe," he answered, "I was so turned-on I can barely remember what we talked about."

"Good honey. A girl likes to know she's missed. When you left I was describing how you were kissing your daughter's sweet breasts. When you did she moaned in delight and her fat titties heated up. You licked her rosy red nipples once, then again, harder. Her breasts were firmer than you imagined. You had forgotten how heavy a young woman's breasts are. You buried your face in her cleavage and pulled her boobs together, feeling their warmth against the sides of your head. You flicked your tongue from nipple to nipple.

"Her hands replace yours, pushing her tits together. You take the left areola in your mouth, sucking it while whipping your tongue across her nipple. You roll the nipple of her other breast between your index and middle fingers."

Ryan moaned. Katie was now watching me; her toenails forgotten.

"But she wants more. Her voice, near plaintive, she asks, 'Daddy, I want you inside me.' You've wondered if you'll be ready for this moment. Your daughter wants you, the daughter you love and cherish. She wants you to fuck her, to be her first. Whatever happens in her future, you know she'll never have a lover who cares for her as much as you.

"Your mouth leaves her breasts. You kiss her stomach, then her belly button, sinking your tongue in it. Your daughter responds with a sharp inhalation of breath and a soft giggle. She is still ticklish for her daddy."

Ryan was getting louder, his grunts becoming shorter and more intense.

"Finally your journey ends; you arrive at Katie's pussy. It's soaking wet and thick with the scent of her arousal. Her clit is swollen; it's emerged from its hood and is standing naked and at full attention for you. You never should have doubted her desire for you. You kiss her clitoris once, gently. Her entire body shakes. She says, her voice insistent, 'Please, Daddy, put it in me.'"

"Ohhhhhhhh...yessssssss...." Ryan exclaimed over the telephone. He was cumming. 

Katie got off the chair and crawled into bed with me. As we waited for him to recover, Katie and I exchanged short provocative kisses, promising more to come. Finally we heard Ryan's voice. "Babe, tell me again why this is normal."

"Ryan, your daughter's a beautiful sexy woman, you've noticed, I've noticed, you've noticed your friends noticing; she's noticed. She's in full control of her sexuality. She dictated what happened between her and Trevor and she's been unambiguous about expressing herself at home; the way she's been dressing lately is not an accident. She's aware of the effect she's having on us; she is making her sexuality part of our lives. We've been treating her like what she was, a little girl. I'm suggesting we treat her like what she is, a sexually mature woman free to make her own choices."

Then I, abruptly, changed the subject. "Now I need your help. My cunt is burning. Talk me through a sexual fantasy with her."

He needed no time to spin a story; this is where his mind had been the last few days.

"Okay, you walk into the room just after I kiss Katie's clit. Seeing us together, seeing the way Katie's body responds to me, you smile. You know what she's feeling. Katie opens her eyes and sees you. 'Mama, please join us,' she says. You strip, get on the bed, and kiss her lips."

As her Daddy talked, Katie crouched between my legs and stroked my clit with one of her nipples. She knew how close I was to coming, but was going to take her time. She wanted to hear her daddy's story. 

He continued. "I run my tongue the length of her labia and then turn to its lips, licking and sucking them into my mouth. I look up. You and Katie are kissing, not deeply and passionately, but short playful kisses. You are also playing with each other's breasts, lightly touching and stroking. Your faces are aglow with love and affection and joy. It's as if you can't believe this moment has come. 

"I turn my focus back to Katie's clit and lick it hard, once. Her head flops back and she lets out a sharp moan, 'Unhhh.' I do it again to the same reaction. I go back to lolly pop licks, starting at the bottom, but, when I reach her clit, I curl my tongue over it, drawing out and lengthening the friction. Katie grunts and takes firm hold of her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. I spread her legs and tongue fuck her. You lay next to her and play with your own breasts, enjoying the show."

Katie, listening to her father, attacked my oozing pussy exactly as Ryan was describing over the phone. She ran her tongue up my slit, spread my pussy lips, and tongue fucked me. I stroked the back of her head and watched her eat my pussy. Katie's hands traipsed up my body and squeezed my boobs, rolling my hard nipples with her fingers.

I moaned to Ryan, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, hell, honey, keep it up, this is so fucking hot."

He went on. "You prop Katie's head on a pillow. She opens her eyes, but has trouble focusing, her concentration swept aside by what I'm doing between her legs.

"You lower a breast to her mouth. She caresses it with her lips and then sucks it into her mouth, capturing your nipple with her lips, licking the tip with her tongue. You substitute your other breast. I continue to work her pussy with my mouth and as she becomes more aroused she becomes more aggressive, bumping and butting your nipples with her tongue.

"Her pussy is spouting cream. I push my index finger into her cunt, finding the ridges of her g-spot. I insert the thumb of my other hand in your wet cunt and my pinkie into your anus. You push against my hand and start rotating your bottom."

Katie, listening to her father, shoved her index finger inside me, honing in on my g-spot. She pushed her pinky, lubricated with my pussy juice, into my anus. "OOOOOOHHHHH GAWD," I squealed.

Ryan went on, his voice intense. "I catch Katie's clitoris between my lips, draw it from its hood, and lick its tip in sharp short motions. Katie sucks your tits with the desperation of a hungry infant. I finger fuck your pussy and asshole." 

Katie sucked my clit into her mouth and battered it with her tongue. I was so close. I begged Ryan to continue. "Oh please, please don't stop, oh baby I'm going to cum for you! Just a little more."

Ryan did not disappoint. "While I fingerfuck you, Katie humps my face, pushing her pussy into my mouth. She spits out your tit and pulls your head to hers, kissing her dear Mommy. Her tongue jerks wildy around your mouth. Then her head lolls back and she screams as she is consumed by her orgasm."

That was what I needed. Blinding lights pulsed in my skull and I screamed, "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh my God, Hunnnnnnnnneeey!!!"

While I recovered Katie lay next to me and cradled me in her arms. I rested my leg across her thighs. As if distant, I heard Ryan's voice, "Are you okay?"

My voice drained, I answered. "Yeah hun, you just wiped me out. That was amazing."

"I know what you mean, I'm even hard again."

"Do you want me to talk you through another?"

"Yes, but no. I need to testify tomorrow and I'm afraid we'll be at this all night. At this point I have more than enough Katie fantasies bouncing around my skull to bring myself off. Honey, are we completely sexualizing our daughter?"

"No, we're not, we're understanding that our daughter is a sexual being."

He hung up the phone. Katie, my pussy juice still smeared on her face, kissed me on the lips. She and I went at it for several more hours.

* * * *

Ryan called me late the next evening. He sounded exhausted.

"How'd it go in court today?"




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"Long day, I was under cross-examination for six hours. The client seems happy. Tomorrow is closing argument. The client wants me to hang to show the jury how devoted I am to the cause. He thinks the jury liked me. My plane should land about 5:00."

"Katie wants to pick you up."

"Great. Any particular reason?"

"Yes, she and I had that talk today."

"And."

I adopted a clinical tone. "Well, I hope you're ready for this. She's had a number of boyfriends with whom she's engaged in mutual masturbation and oral sex, but she said she's not had intercourse.

"She's also bisexual. She's been with more women then men. It's fairly common among teenage girls today. They're not tied to a single sexual identity like we were. It's also safer; there is no fear of pregnancy or disease and the girls get to experiment with friends they trust and not guys who are going to brag about who they nailed."

Ryan was silent. I dropped the clinician act. "There's also something else. She knows that we, you and I, are attracted to her. In fact, she's been experimenting with it, seeing how we react. I tried to deny it, but honey she saw us watching her and Trevor. She said it turned her on."

There was dead silence on his end.

"There's more. She complained that none of her experiences are as delicious as what she hears when you and I make love. She wants to join us. She told me I was the most beautiful, most desirable woman she knows, how hot her friends think I am, how she's always wanted me as her lover. Then she said the same about you, how much you turn her on, how she always dreamed that you'd be the first man to enter her. Honey, were her models. She wants what we have; she wants to join us in our bed."

I stopped, waiting for a response. It took a second, but he said, "Babe, what did you do?"

"I took her in my arms and held her. Think how difficult the confession was for her. She broke deeply held taboos; she handed me her entire emotional and sexual life. And, to be honest, there was something else. I was turned on. When she turned her face to me I kissed her and felt her tongue caressing my lips. I opened my mouth to let it inside. I was ready to make love to her, but stopped. I told her I'd have to talk to you about it, that I hadn't kissed another man, or woman, since we married. I treated it as a fidelity issue so she wouldn't feel rejected." 

I listened carefully. I needed to read his tone. He responded with a father's concern, but also a touch of curiosity, and arousal. It was what I wanted to hear. "What do you think?"

"Well, honey, we have two options. Decide she's crazy and institutionalize her or decide she's not and accept her offer. And I don't think she's crazy. However, I'm not at all sure I'm objective. If I'm honest with myself I've got to admit that part of me wants her in our bed. I've always been loyal to our marriage, but I don't see Katie as cheating; she is part of our marriage, maybe the most important part."

I imagined the look on Ryan's face as his powerful intellect processed my unexpected response. 

Finally he said, "I mean, won't this harm her?"

"There is no way to be sure. She's not an innocent; she's already had a broad range of sexual experiences. We would not be introducing her to anything new or planting new thoughts. We're talking about allowing her to live a fantasy she's had for years and which she has shown considerable courage in telling me. Maybe we'll take our clothes off, burst out laughing, and consign this all to an experience best never had. When I weigh the possibilities, I think we'd do more harm by pretending its not real."

"I need to think about this. Tell her I'll see her at the airport tomorrow."



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When Mom told me she was going to write this little family history she said there was a chapter she thought I should be the one to dictate. I guess the reason's gonna be obvious. Here goes. 

- Katie - 

* * * *

Mom put down the phone and leaned back. "He's on board."

"How can you be sure? He sounded like he was still thinking about it?"

"Let me see. First, he wants you and despite that massive intellect, he's as beholden to his sex drive as any man and, Katie, it is a very healthy sex drive. I also told him I wanted to go ahead and in nineteen years of marriage he's always made sure I got everything I wanted. I told him you wanted it, and he's never denied you anything you really wanted. I told him it's for the best, and he trusts me. And, this may not be all that romantic, he's the most intensely curious man I've ever known. You know him, if a restaurant has a dish he's never heard of, that's what he orders. He's being offered the chance to try something new. He's always interested in things he's never done before, including making love to his daughter."

I did so want to believe her, but I had my doubts. Mom must have seen the concern on my face. 

"I have a few ideas in mind as insurance. I haven't checked your grades in about a week. Still straight A's?"

"Yep."

"Any tests tomorrow?"

"Nope."

"Good, you and I are playing hooky."

* * * *

We were busy the following day.

We were able to see our gynecologist, luckily a family friend, first thing in the morning. I got a depo-provera shot. 

We then headed for the shops.

"When you meet him at the airport I want you looking like a sophisticated young woman, not a tomboy teen. I've got some idea for clothes and I made an appointment for us at the salon this afternoon. We'll also pick up some lingerie."

Mom's tone turned wistful.

"When your Dad and I got together he'd buy me sexy lingerie. I'd wear it once and it would disappear into a drawer. He would ask me if I liked it, I'd say yes, but he got the message and stopped buying it.

"The truth is he'd picked out the lingerie by looking at those models in the catalogs. I got jealous, I was never sure when he dressed me up like them whether he was thinking about them or me."

Her tone brightened. "Well, maybe I can make amends. If he likes you in the stuff and I can't imagine he won't, I'll get some too."

Our first stop was Bloomingdale's, where we picked out a Max Mara tricolor blouse, Jason Wu black shorts, and shoes. Mom thought eye glasses would give me a more sophisticated look and after we selected some Tom Ford frames, I had to agree. We went similarly top-of-the-line with the lingerie, choosing a white Oysho bra, stockings, panties, and an around the waist garter belt. Alluring, but classy. Five inch white heels finished the ensemble. 

As we were leaving, thinking of the lingerie, I asked Mom, "Is there anything else he likes that you don't do?"

"You thinking of stealing him from me?'

I gave her hand a squeeze. "No, but I do want him coming back for more."

"I doubt that will be an issue. But to answer your question, yes, anal sex. He always wanted to try it, but I wasn't sure. One night when we were dating I had a few glasses of wine and figured it was time. I guess I didn't have enough. We got naked, but my apprehension was soaring and as soon as his penis touched my ass I yelped. He hadn't even begin to penetrate. Well, that killed the mood. He's never asked me again, but I know he'd like to."

"I'd like to try it with him."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Okay, on the way to the salon there's a sex store. We'll drop by and pick out a butt plug."

"No longer afraid will be seen?"

"Put on your sunglasses. We'll be careful."

I called Becky for her recommendation and once at the store Mom and I quickly found the preferred product. I'm sure our amateurish efforts to be inconspicuous drew everyone's attention. Stealth mode probably wasn't helped by the fact that we were the foxiest women in the place. 

Mom then brought me to the Neil George Salon, one of those places I thought people talked about but no one actually went to. They curled my hair so it sat atop my head, barely touching my shoulders. I checked the mirror; Mom was right, I looked the stylish young woman. When we returned home Mom helped me dress, including lubricating and inserting the butt plug. I was so turned-on it was a struggle to keep from attacking her. 

When we were done Mom handed me the car keys, told me that I had reservations at La Mela Ristorante, Dad's favorite Italian restaurant, and let me know the house was mine.

"I'm having dinner with Coach and Principal Jones."

* * * *

I was as nervous as I could be waiting for Daddy at the end of the concourse. He saw me first and waved. When I spotted him his happy grin relieved some of my jitters.

"Pumpkin, you look amazing."

"You like it Daddy, it's kind of a new look for me."

"Well, I've never seen you look bad, but this is extra-nice."

At the restaurant the maitre de did a double-take.

"Mr. Stepton, your daughter, she is all grown up. I will have to introduce her to my son."

I giggled, not sure what to say. Daddy rescued me.

"Nothing against him, you understand, but I suspect he'll need to take a number."

During dinner we talked about everything -- school, his job, the trial, my friends -- except sex, which is what I thought we were there to talk about. Then, when dessert was brought -- we were splitting a panna cotta - he finally asked, "Pumpkin, are you sure about tonight?"

I should have been prepared for this question. It was after all, the obvious one. But I wasn't. I took a moment to consider. Was I sure? And then, I knew, I was.

I responded in a voice Daddy later told me contained no uncertainty. "Yes Daddy, I've dreamed about it for years. I love you. You're sexier than any man I know. I'm not sure what will happen, but I know I need to find out. I'll never be satisfied with any man until I have you. If not, I'll always wonder what it would have been like with you. Every man will be judged against a-whatta-mighta-been."

* * * *

When we got home I poured Daddy some cognac and asked him to wait downstairs. I lit the candles Mom had spread around the bedroom and fighting the urge to rush, undressed slowly, neatly hanging up my clothes. I removed the butt plug and put on the lingerie, finishing with the five inch heels. Finally, I put on a cross necklace. It was my favorite piece of jewelry. Mom had given it to me for my sixteenth birthday; her Mom had given it to her. I'm not sure if it matched my lingerie, but I wanted it with me. I texted Daddy: "I'm ready."

When he entered the bedroom he inhaled sharply, surveying the room and me. His face shone with love. I walked to him, turned my head to the side -- finding I was now a wee bit taller than he -- and kissed him. At first it was just our lips, tentatively feeling and caressing each other. Then the perfection of the moment overwhelmed me; I started shaking with need. He continued kissing me, but rested a hand on my chest just above my breasts, steadying me. I felt my heart beating against the warmth of his hand. It was better than I'd dreamed.

After several minutes of increasingly passionate kissing he pulled away, his arousal evident in his ragged deep breathing. He, usually so articulate, was having trouble putting together a sentence. I leaned my head against his chest and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "Pumpkin, I thought this would be harder. God, I'm turned on."

"Daddy, I've wanted this for so long."

His covered my right breast with his hand. It swelled as blood poured into it. I thought about reaching for his penis, wanting it in my hand, but decided, for the moment, to let him determine the pace.

His took my chin in his hand and turned my head, bringing his lips to mine, his tongue plunging inside my mouth. My Daddy is a wonderful kisser and our future would include many long make-out sessions, but now his kisses were rough and uneven, the kisses of a man consumed by desire. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Let me undress you."

He nodded.

I wasn't lackadaisical, but I didn't hurry. I took off his shoes and socks, unbuttoned his shirt, running my hand through his graying chest hair, and removed his belt and pants, laying them neatly aside. I rubbed his erection through his boxers. It was big, bigger than Trevor's. It would fill a girl up. Soon it would fill me. 

I started to take off his boxers but he said, "No pumpkin, I want to do you now."

He had me sit on a chest at the foot of the bed and removed my shoes. He easily undid the clasps of my stockings and slid them down my legs, his gentle touch raising goose bumps over my body. My pussy was convulsing. He brought my feet to his mouth, sucking each manicured toe and paying special attention to the big toes, running his teeth along their bottoms. I squealed -- not a particularly ladylike moment -- in delight.

When he was done the room was quiet; only the sound of our heavy breathing could be heard. 

I stood and turned my back to him. He undid my bra. He pushed the garter belt past my hips and let it slip to the floor. I turned towards him to step out of it. He backed up, taking the opportunity to cast a long admiring covetous look at his daughter. His eyes glowed as he drank in my form. His breathing was long and shallow. No girl, I thought, could ask for a better reception.

I put my hands on his shoulders and we stepped towards each other. This time I slipped my tongue into his mouth. Although I desperately wanted to be fucked I also, desperately, wanted this moment to last forever. I kissed him a long time, fully exploring his mouth, his lips, his teeth, his tongue, his cheeks, before our two tongues teased each other. I pressed my breasts, hot with need, against his chest. I felt the heat of his erection through my panties. Finally I broke the kiss.

"Daddy, it's time. I need you inside me."

I shed my panties and then shed his. I turned my back to him, skipped to the bed, and lay down, rolling over to gaze at him with my best come hither look. 

Daddy approached the bed. I watched his erection bounce up and down and then looked at his eyes, which were scanning my body. He got on his hands and knees and leaned over me, kissing my lips once before he nuzzled by neck, kissing and nipping it. He ran his hands up my body; his touch was gentle; I quivered in response.

He nibbled on my ear lobe and then straddled met, moving backwards until his head hovered above my breasts. My small red nipples and areolas flushed with blood, my breasts glowed a rosy color. He kissed the nipples and then licked them, bottom to top, hard.

"Unnnhhhh. Oh, daddy, that feels so good. Do it again."

He did, several times, getting low slow moans from me each time. I imagined the future, when he would make love to my breasts for hours, but tonight my need for him was too strong. He understood; his mouth continued downward, kissing and nipping at my stomach, exploring my belly button, and then arriving at my sex. He sank a finger in me and licked my clit.

I jerked, jabbering in delight, "Oh, wow, that's incredible."

"You're plenty wet pumpkin." And then, his voice genuine. "Are you ready?"

Mom told me this moment would come. Daddy would need to be reassured. "I am ready Daddy. No man has ever been up there before. You'll be the first, just like I've dreamed. And, with all that horseback riding I've done, don't worry, there's no hymen."

He moved forward on his hands until the head of his dick rested on my cunt. I reached between us and took his cock in my hand, fitting it to my vagina. Then he entered me, my daddy finally entered me, after all my years of dreaming for it, longing for it, my daddy's cock was sliding into my vagina. I looked between us, watching his beautiful dick merge with my vagina. When our bodies were locked together I threw my arms around him, holding him, savoring the joining together of our bodies.

I had had my share of dildos up there, and, in the years to come, I'd have several other people's shares, but this was different. Daddy's penis was warm and alive. It found spots inside me I didn't know existed. When I clenched the muscles of my cunt, it responded, moving and jumping within me. At first Daddy pressing his groin against mine, varying the pressure as he moved his hips left to right, up and down, and in lazy circles. My clit, trapped between our bodies, throbbed. I moved against him, exploring how the sensations waxed and waned, how I could control and vary the intensity of the electricity flowing from my cunt. Daddy moved with me; he knew instinctively how to stoke my furnace. I was being taught how to fuck by a master.

We kissed. He captured my lower lip with his own, massaging it and then stretching it. His tongue ran upwards, across my lip and into my mouth. I ran my hands along the small of his back. When he pulled away he smiled, a big radiant smile. "Well pumpkin, is my dick what you imagined it would be? Do you like the way Daddy fucks you?"

"Of god, Daddy yes, it's wonderful."

"Your pussy is so tight and hot baby girl, it makes Daddy's cock feel so good. So tight and warm, soft and perfect."

"Daddy, your cock is so good."

"I'm glad you like it pumpkin, because Daddy is going to spend a lot of time fucking his sweet little girl."

"Oh Daddy, I want you to fuck me all the time."

This talk was getting us more and more aroused. Daddy started incorporating thrusting into his movements. He dropped his body, squashing my fat breasts between us. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight and pulling his head to mine. We exchanged kisses of deep arousal, our tongues and mouths frantically playing against each other. I started to push myself against him as the pace of our fucking increased. 

We kept going and going . I thought of my girlfriends, who complained about boyfriends who came in a couple of minutes. Daddy stayed hard and we fucked and fucked. I felt pleasure and pressure building deep inside my vagina. I loved the sweat on our bodies, the way his skin slid against mine; I loved the merged smell of our lust; I loved the way the bed bounced and moved in time with us.

Then Daddy slid forward. It wasn't much of a motion, an inch, maybe two, but the top of his cock started sliding along the roof of my vagina, stroking my g-spot. His pubic bone rolled across my clitoris. His thrusts were long and smooth; he would pull out of me until only the fat head of his cock remained inside before pushing back to the depths of my cunt-hole. How he kept from popping out I can't understand. The pressure of his body on mine was insanely pleasurable. I moved my hands to the small of his back and arched my hips to press him even deeper into me. I buried my face in his neck, loving his strong masculine smell.

We were a beautiful fucking machine, moving in perfect time and harmony. I was reduced to me carnal core, a vehicle for receiving and giving pleasure. From my hips to the top of my thighs it started getting real warm. My pelvis and vagina tightened and pressure built within me. I felt like I had to pee, but in a wonderful way. Inside me it got tighter and tighter and warmer and warmer and then it started. Giant contractions, beginning in my vagina, enveloping my pelvis and lower stomach, spread from there through my body. My uterus, pelvic muscles, and anus were contracting so hard I thought they'd push Daddy's cock out of me, but he stayed in. My toes clenched, my nipples got hard, the walls of my pussy throbbed and convulsed, my thighs shook. My body was soaked in perspiration. I dug my fingernails into his back and begged him not to stop, to fuck me harder. It seemed like I was screaming. Were the neighbors calling the cops? Daddy, despite my violent undulations, kept fucking me. My pussy spasmed over and over, I felt contractions deep within me, fifteen, then twenty, then I lost count. Then, finally, Daddy slowed down, proceeding a bit more gently, and all the tension stored in me burst through. I started shaking and cumming, I had one orgasm, and another, and another, and another. Daddy kepot fucking me, playing me beautifully, drawing out, lengthening, intensifying my climaxes. Tremors rolled through my body. I screamed my joy.

It was only when I'd started to come down that I felt Daddy's body stiffen. He let out a grunt from deep within his gut and his voice, tight and intense, said "Coming, pumpkin." He pushed hard into me and his body contorted as he drenched my womb with the gift of his cum. I know it's supposed to be impossible, but still I know I felt it pour into me and spread throughout my body.

Daddy's orgasm sent me into another one, not as powerful as the ones I had before, but somehow more intimate, more sweet. I held him tight as I came. "Daddy, Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ahhh, ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh goddddd ohhhhhhh, Daddy." 

He lay on me for a few minutes before rolling his sweat covered body on to the bed. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. He took my hand in his and draped a leg across me, resting the sole of his foot on the inside of my calf. My body felt swollen. It was throbbing. I felt exhausted; I felt energized; I felt fantastic. 

What I had longed for years had finally happened and it was better than I had dreamed. Daddy and Mommy were going to be my lovers and they were wonderful sweet gentle talented wonderful lovers. It would be impossible to ask for more. My eyes teared up; I started crying.

"Daddy, I'm sorry, I'm just so happy."

He slipped a hand under my neck and pulled me to him. I cried into his shoulder. For those moments he was back to just being Daddy, stroking my back and comforting men, telling me it was going to be okay, that Daddy would take care of me, that I was, would always be, his sweet little girl.

When my crying jag ended I began to tell him it was okay, that I was happy, not upset, but the look on his face said he understood. So instead I said, "Hold me Daddy," and lay my head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arms around me. I nestled one of my hands in his. I thought I could lay with him like this forever. It was in this position that we went to sleep.

* * * *

When I woke the next morning the bed was empty. I heard noise downstairs. I removed the butt plug and lubricant from the drawer, applied lubricant to my anus, and pushed a finger inside. I moved the finger around, then in and out. That felt good. I put the plug in my anus and walked to the top of the stairs.

"Daddy?"

"Yes pumpkin, I'm making breakfast."

"I'll be right down."

"No pumpkin, breakfast in bed this morning."

I headed back to the bedroom. Ten minutes later Daddy appeared with a pot of coffee and kale and feta omelettes. We sat in bed together, ate and fooled around, his hands teasing my breasts, mine his penis. After we were done and laid aside the tray, Daddy kissed me. Unlike last night he was patient, taking his time. We let our lips play against each other. He nibbled on my neck and ears. I purred my satisfaction, running my hands on his chest and up his legs, stopping short of his dick. There'd be plenty of time for that.

He returned to my mouth. His tongue entered, finding mine waiting. He touched it with the tip of his, at first just tapping and teasing, but eventually coaxing it into his mouth, where I became the explorer, journeying around his mouth, running the tip of my tongue along and behind his lips, then to his cheeks, then playing with his teeth, but always returning to his tongue. It was an ongoing sensual gavotte. 

Both our bodies were heating up. He took a breast in his hand, cupping it. At first he just held it, moving his hand slowly, more appreciating its heft and shape than stimulating it, but stimulating it nonetheless. There was a slow burn between my legs. I took him in my hand and felt the blood surging into his fully erect manhood. His hands roamed over my breasts, then returned to cradle it while his thumb played with my nipple, stroking it, pushing it back and forth. A finger joined his thumb and he took my nipple between them.




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I ran a thumb along the underside of his cock towards its head, pushing out a drop of pre-cum. I caught it with the tip of my finger and brought it to my lips. 

"You taste good Daddy. Let's see what you think of me."

I collected my juice on a finger and fed it to him.

"Well? Good enough for dessert?"

He did not answer, but rolled me on my back and licked my clitoris once, hard. I squealed, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, it feels so good Daddy." I continued to yelp my joy as Daddy munched on my cunt.

He grazed awhile. He was in no hurry; he was just trying to figure out what made his little girl happy. His fingers were not idle. Using the liquid flowing from me as lubricant, he explored the lips of my pussy, my vagina and my labia, the inside of my thighs, my stomach and tits, and then along my perineum until he bumped into the butt plug.

That startled by usually unflappable father.

"Pumpkin, what's this."

I rolled over presenting my ass to my father. "It's a butt plug. I'm a virgin back there. Interested?"

Dad was startled; this had come from left field.

"Your Mom, she never...."

"That's what she told me. I've never done it either. So I thought, this is one place where I'm 100% virgin and I want you to be the one to take it. Can you take the plug out." 

He was hesitant and careful, but removed it. It came out with a gentle pop, sending shivers down my spine. 

I looked over my shoulder at him. He was still unsure. Maybe a little joke? 

"Daddy, I've always wanted to say this to you. Kiss my ass"

He smiled and cupped my ass cheeks. He kissed and licked my buttocks, throwing in a small bite here and there, moved to my perineum, and then started licking down the crack of ass. Daddy had me exactly where he wanted; I was squirming, wanting the action to move forward. He concentrated on my asshole, starting slowly but soon attacking it with fervor. He had me whimpering like a dog in heat. He slid his wet tongue around and then inside my butt. My sphincter relaxed and yielded as he probed me with his tongue, testing my readiness and desire. 

I found myself pushing my ass into his face. I tried to clench my ass cheeks around him, like I was massaging his face with my buns. I wasn't very good at it. I would some day, but this first time, not so good. I relaxed, deciding to be more passive, to simply enjoy his oral assault.

"Lick me, Daddy. It feels so good."

He pulled his tongue from inside my butt and lapped at my pulsating sphincter, enthralling it, twisting his tongue into it, digging at it; soon he had it winking open and shut at his command.

My pussy was in flames. I lifted my hips and reached under myself, took his hand, and drew it to my vagina. He ran his thumb along the entrance to my sex. I tugged again, dragging his wet thumb to my soaked labia, centering it on my blood engorged clit.

"Daddy, here, rub me here. Do it while you lick me. It feels so good." I tried to keep encouraging him, but my voice soon degenerated into simple bestial panting.

Daddy kept swirling tight circles around the opening to my rectum. I reached back and spread my asscheeks for him. Daddy pried his tongue into my asshole, driving it in and out of the twitching opening. He told me later it was snapping, biting and nipping at his tongue like a hungry animal.

An orgasm was galloping towards me. Juice was dripping from me and Daddy, sensing my need, caught my clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth.

"Keep licking... almost there...." I gasped.

He kept going, licking, sucking, lapping at my asshole. I pushed my hungry sex into his hand. I was buffeted by waves of pleasure from my cunt and asshole. I lost the ability to distinguish them, and it was a single tidal wave that consumed me.

"Oh Daddy, oh Daddy, oh Daddy, oh Daddy, oh Daddy, don't stop, don't...., OH, DaaddDDYYYY, YEAH, OH YEAH!!!!"

Daddy kept his face firmly planted in my ass cheeks as I twisted and shouted through my orgasm, pressing my face into the bed and wildly gyrating my backside. His tongue and thumb kept up the pressure until, finally, my erratic grinding and humping pushed his thumb off my clit. He immediately sank it into my tight hot wet pussy. My vagina heaved and squeezed down. I came again, not as hard, but hard enough. I blacked out.

The next thing I knew I was laying on the bed, breathing heavily. Mom was right, Dad knew how to use his mouth. I was ready for him to enter me.

"Daddy, there's some lube in the drawer, by the bed, please get it, please." 

Daddy smeared lubricant on the opening of my anus. When it was throughly coated, he pushed the lube into my asshole with one finger, then, stretching me further, with two. I inhaled sharply, but found the pain more in the anticipation than in reality. Dad waited and let me relax. When I was ready for more I pushed back at his fingers. Daddy increased the pressure on my anus, stretching it further, and then a third finger eased about an inch into me. His fingers were warm and I felt stuffed, but in a good way, as if I had eaten a bit too much of a wonderful meal. I resolved to let myself experience what was about to happen, to be calm and unafraid, knowing I could trust my gentle experienced lover. After he throughly lubricated my asshole he spread the oil the length of his dick, placed his hands on my sides, and walked his body forward. I reached back and grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading them for him. My dark pink asshole was dilated and glistening.

He placed the head of his cock at the opening. He pushed, but tentatively. He was concerned about how much force to use. 

He started to speak, "Pumpkin,,,,"

I recognized that tone of voice, the one that let me know he didn't want to hurt his baby. Before he could say anything more, I said, "Yes Daddy, 100% sure. Never so sure."

He increased the pressure. My sphincter pulsed and stretched. I forced herself to relax. The pressure was intense and I felt the ring open slightly. In a quiet, innocent, almost girl-like voice, I said, "Daddy, push again."

He did and the tip of his cock sank an inch into my ass. It hurt, but I didn't object. Daddy's sighs told me how much he enjoyed; he told me later it felt like easing into hot butter. The sound of his pleasure sent a shock wave through my pussy.

"Wait a sec," I said. I squeezed and relaxed my anal muscles a few times, acclimating myself to his pole. Dad's reactions to the squeezes, his low whimperings of pleasure, made my pussy heat up even more.

"Ooh, that's nice, Daddy. Okay, give me more more."

He pulled back a bit and then sank another couple of inches in my back door.

"How is it pumpkin?"

I looked back, ran my tongue over my lower lips, and with my eyes smoldering with smoky-sexy lust, purred, "It's nice, so nice, oh Daddy, I should have asked Mommy to share you with me years ago."

Daddy sank further into me. His eyes glazed over. He was getting lost in the sensations, his attention turning from me to what my asshole was doing to his cock. 

"Fuck honey, the deeper I go, the hotter and tighter you get."

I was finding I liked it, and not just because it was pleasing my Daddy. There were, nerve endings in my butt I had never imagined. 

"Daddy, it's starting to feel good, sooo gooood. Put it all the way in."

He ground himself the rest of the way into my ass. I shuddered and then squawked in delight, making the bed bounce beneath me. I felt his pubic hairs on my ass cheeks. He lowered his body to mine and for the moment we were both still.

"Oh Daddy, you're so big. Gimme a second, that's it, hold still, I need some time to adjust, to let my body get used to it, okay."

He kissed my ear, his way of saying he understood. I recalled my yoga classes, took deep breaths and let them out, slowly. Daddy's hands ran along my sides and then slipped underneath my body to my tits. Goose bumps erupted all over my body. My butt hole started tingling.

"Daddy, I'm ready, but go slow at first, let my asshole mold itself to your cock, your beautiful fat cock. On Daddy, I love fucking with you, this is my dream come true."

Daddy pulled back until he was almost all the way out. His intense breathing let me know how much he loved my hot tight young virginal ass. I moaned and my body shook, it was feeling so good; it was some bizarre combination of pain and pleasure I would have thought impossible.

He paused and then worked himself back into me. I arched my back and raised my ass to provide him a better angle. Inch by inch he slid back into me, my entire asshole, from the anal ring to its deepest depths yielding, welcoming, soon craving, this intrusion. He was all the way inside me; my Daddy's cock completely filled me.

"Uh uh, Daddy, this is awesome. I've never, never..., never felt anything like it before."

He reached the bottom and then pulled back again until only his cockhead was inside me. Then, as before, he sank back into me, slowly, carefully.

"Oh, Daddy, your cock is so fucking big."

"Pumpkin, your asshole, it's so tight. Am I hurting you?"

I tilted my head and shoulder so I could look back at my Daddy. He was such a beautiful handsome man and from now on he would be my beautiful handsome lover. I would share a bed with my parents.

"Oh no Daddy, it's wonderful, so wonderful. It's time Daddy, do it faster, do it harder."

Daddy hesitated. I circled the shaft of his cock with my fingers, squeezing it tightly.

"Please," I pleaded.

Daddy pushed into me, but only half way. My fingers had gotten in the way! I let go of his cock, "Oh Daddy, I want the whole thing." He obliged. Then, as my twisting body and primal moans made clear how much I wanted it, he started to ream me out, at first hesitatingly but soon faster and harder. Daddy's fat cock was fucking my asshole. I started to move with him, shoving my ass into his hips. I ran a hand underneath me, fingering my clit. My cunt tingled as Daddy moved his perfect fat hard dick in and out of my butt. Daddy's hand replaced mine, rotating in a circle just above my clitoris. The intense pleasure in the depths of my rectum merged with the electric shocks filling my cunt. I raised myself from the bed on my elbows to get more leverage and fucked back into my Daddy. My hair flew freely around my head and my tits swayed under my body in time with the impact of our bodies.

Daddy was no longer focused on his little girl, he was focused on his little girl's hot tight ass. He slapped one of my ass cheeks smartly. That sent a wave of pleasure through my body and another tide of juice into my already drenched pussy. 

"Oh Daddy, do that again!!! Fuck her, fuck your little girl! "

He slapped the other cheek, eliciting low passionate growls, and grabbed my hips and pulled me hard back into him, ramming me harder, pushing himself even deeper into me then he had before.

I felt the pressure build within me. I watched Daddy's cock moving in and out of my rectum in a bedroom mirror. My Daddy, my beautiful sweet Daddy, was taking me like I had spent years hoping he would. The pressure kept building, seemingly without hope it would ever be released. I felt like I might explode. Then I felt it, a short soft burst of electricity. All the pent up energy flowed from my cunt and asshole and into my thighs and chest. My world shattered and this very excited teen-ager right rocketed over the edge.

"Aaah, aaah, AAAAHH," I whimpered as my orgasm crushed down on me; my cunt and asshole combined into the blazing center of my universe. My rectum fluttered and quivered and my asshole locked down like a vise. Daddy emitted a low guttural growl and shot his load inside me, flooding my asshole with his semen. That sent me off again and I jerked beneath him, sheets of colors bursting in my skull. I was immersed in another divine orgasm, my consciousness consumed by the fire ravaging my prone exhausted satiated happy body.

When I came back to the world I was lying on the bed, Daddy on top, his cock still in my asshole. He was pulling it out! I didn't want him to leave. I tried to tell him, but in the midst of my post-orgasmic haze I could not manufacture a sentence and even my perfect Daddy couldn't possibly decipher my small girlish happy chirps. I felt liquid pooling in the cleft of my butt; when Daddy pulled out of my ass he must have dragged some of his cum with him. He lay on his back next to met. That's when I heard a third voice.

"My god, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen. Honey, I'm lifting the no back door rule." I felt the bed move; someone else had gotten on. I turned my head to look to my left and pushed a few disorganized strands of hair out of my eyes. Still, it took me a second to figure out the obvious. "Mama?"



Katie Loves Her Mom Ch. 07



I spent the night with Coach Robin and Principal Jones. Hearing nothing from Katie or Ryan, I assumed all had gone well. When I got home I stripped as soon as I walked through the front door. I intended to surprise Katie and Ryan, but I entered the bedroom to the sight of my husband fitting his erection to Katie's anus, I decided to keep quiet and enjoy the show. And as I watched my husband butt-fuck my daughter I wondered why, exactly, had I said no to this. 

When I crawled into bed with their satiated bodies, watching the pleasure waft across Ryan's face as his cum dripped from his daughter's butt, I knew there'd never be a better time to tell him the truth about what had been going on in our house over the past weeks. He was never going to be in a more receptive mood. 

Thus, I resisted the urge to push my dripping sex into my daughter or husband's face. I did run a manicured finger up the crack of Katie's ass, caught a few drops of my husband's cum on a pink fingernail and brought it to my mouth.

Katie smiled. I retraced the route with another finger, captured some stray drops, and fed her.

I then lay between them, pulling their bodies close to mine, and said to Ryan, "There are a few things I haven't told you."

He took my hand in his, holding it to his heart, reassuring me. Then he spoke, his voice still groggy, but light, almost amused. "That's been pretty obvious. You two have been prancing around the house like you were auditioning for spots at the Playboy mansion and for the last week you've been engaging me in sexual fantasies about my daughter. I figured you'd eventually tell me what the hell was going on, but had to do it in your own way."

He glanced at Katie. "Of course, I didn't imagine this would be the way." 

I told him. As I lay between my daughter and husband, our naked bodies intertwined, I told him everything.

He was attentive, interrupting me with a few questions. When I was done he lay there. I knew that look; he was processing. 

Finally he said, "Well, I just butt-fucked my daughter and am looking forward to a threesome with her and her mother; I can't claim the moral high ground. And babe, I not sure I wouldn't have done the same thing. I can't think of a better way."

He looked to Katie. "Pumpkin, you ready to be your parents' lover."

She smiled, a radiant, happy smile. "Yes Daddy."

He leaned towards me. We kissed, our lips working against each other. The bed shifted, Katie was sliding down it. Ryan and I broke our kiss and looked to the foot of the bed. Katie was licking her father's penis.

He kissed me again, making love to me with his mouth. He was not only arousing me, he was letting me know he loved me, that our love remained the hinge of his life, reassuring me that I was still the focus of his world. Katie, seeming to understand, stopped licking his dick.

After an eternity, or was it five minutes, he stopped. 

"Lois, I love you."

I smiled. "Ryan, I love you."

And then our daughter reminded us she was still in the room. "You two are nauseating," a pause, "but it's cool."

He sat up, back against the back frame. "So you two are bi-sexual."

"Yes," we chirped.

"Well, I may be a great husband and a wonderful father, but I'm still a guy with more than his share of fantasies about sharing a bed with two hot women. What can you do for me?"

"I could suck your dick while Katie eats my pussy," I said.

"Mom and me got a nifty collection of dildos. Wanna see 'em?" Katie added.

"Well, I might need a bit more time for that." 

My proposal won out. I took Ryan's hand, stood him by the side of the bed, and knelt before him. I took the tip of his penis between my lips and sucked with all I had, pulling the head of his cock into my mouth. With my lips firmly wrapped around his cock head, I flicked it with the tip of my tongue, then let my tongue flutter over the head like the wings of a butterfly. I alternated the butterfly lick with lapping his cock with the flat of my tongue.

Katie got off the bed and stood next to her father, placing a hand on the side of my head. My husband wrapped his arm around Katie's waist and they exchanged deep soulful kisses. I raised myself to my knees and took more of Ryan into my mouth. I had never deep-throated my husband, but could still get most of his magnificent tool in my mouth. I did so now, wrapping my lips firmly around his shaft while bobbing my head, letting his cock bang against the back of my mouth. Katie's hand moved to the back of my head, applying careful pressure that forced more of her father's dick into my mouth. When his pubic hairs began to tickle the end of my nose I moved my head in a figure eight, letting his cock roll around the inside of my mouth. 

I was so focused on my husband's cock that at first I didn't notice Katie had moved; she was no longer standing beside me. Then I felt her hands on my ass, lifting me. Her head slid underneath me. She was going to eat my pussy. She rested a hand above my clit, stretching the skin and exposing my love bud. She licked all around it before trapping it against my body with her tongue. A finger slid into my ass. It went in easily; she must have coated it with the lubricant. 

I held Ryan's testicles in my hand while working his perineum with my thumb. I was having an increasing problem focusing on cock-sucking; my daughter's mouth was an awesome distraction. I felt Ryan's balls tighten. Neither he nor I were going to last much longer. 

I slid my mouth down his tool. Breathing through my nose I filled my lungs with air and traveled back up. When I reached the top I opened my mouth and softly exhaled, bathing his dick in warm wet air. I repeated the process. He groaned; he loved it. 

"Fuck honey, ohhh, feels great."

I returned to the head of his tool, holding it in my mouth. I repeatedly swiped the sweet spot just beyond his head with my tongue. His movements became more and more spasmodic, they were increasingly difficult to predict. I knew the signs, his orgasm was imminent. It was going to be a big one. I used my tongue on him while bobbing my head up and down his cock. I grabbed the shaft with my right hand, twisting my hand around my husband's thick hard member.

I glanced up. Ryan was looking down, enjoying the lurid scene beneath him. His wife sucking his cock, desperate to drink his cum, her pussy buried in his daughter's face. His daughter, equally desperate, sucking the juice seeping from my sex. All three bodies moving together in carnal synchronicity, promising a perpetual motion machine of sex far into the future.

My talented mouth and the lurid display of incestuous lesbian love had Ryan jabbering. I cupped his balls and felt them pull into his body. His placed his hand on the back of my head and jammed his cock hard into me; the tip sliding across the roof my mouth. His voice exploded in an inarticulate growl and he dumped a capacious load of sweet salty jism in my mouth. Having just watched him blast a load into Katie's asshole, I was surprised by how much was left. I captured most of it, losing but a few drops from the corners of my mouth.

My husband slumped down to the bed, never taking his eyes from Katie and I. I was now free to focus on what she was doing to me. Her wet slithery tongue played with my love button and then slid between the wet lips of my labia. One hand cradled an ass cheek, she ass fucked me with the pinkie from the other. I thought about how Ryan had ass-fucked her. I rotated forward and centered my asshole over her face.

Katie understood what I wanted. She sank three fingers in my pussy and started licking my asshole. She had already loosened it up and under the influence of her tongue it popped open and winked at her again and again. She thrust her tongue inside, pushing it deep inside and then gyrating the tip, tickling the sensitive inside of my rectum.

"Oh yeah, make your Mommy feel so good." 

I was definitely, most definitely, going to lift the ban on ass fucking.

The juice was pouring from my cunt like lava. My husband was staring at us, absorbed was in the show. I realized that he liked watching. I could perform for him, with Katie, Coach, Principal Jones, the girls from the team, anyone he wanted. A flare lit between my legs. Jesus, I needed to come, I needed to come, I needed to come.

I shifted again, sliding my dripping cunt to my daughter's mouth.

"Eat me Katie, eat your horny Mommy."

She swallowed the fat lips of my dilated, red, swollen cunt and then returned to my clit, enveloping it with her warm lips and sucking hard. Two more fingers ducked into my asshole. 

It felt so fucking good. I started chattering, "Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...she's...she's sucking my clit, oh fuck!" 

Her index finger found my g-spot.

"More! God more," I cried out. My lust was overpowering, pushing me to the edge of sanity. I was going to bust open; I wanted to pee; I was half-insane in joy and afraid I might go completely mad. I had to trust Katie, trust she knew what she was doing. And then there was a light euphoric energy, a feeling of fulfillment and peace. "I'm gonna cum!" I gasped, and I did, exclaiming "Ahhh....fuck! Yes! I am cumming!" It was a short powerful orgasm. My body shook and a flood of juice squirted from me. My daughter valiantly tried to drink every drop, but it was a hopeless and my flow filled her nose and dripped down her face. I slumped to the side, leaning against the bed.

At some point my husband and daughter helped me up. I lay inert on the bed. There was no negative emotion, no negative energy left in me. Only bliss and love. I watched my daughter mount her prone father and fuck him.

*  *  *  *

Needless to say, Ryan signed on to incorporating Katie into our sex life. He displayed no objection to my new found bi-sexuality, although I do not know how much of this was due to his generous of spirit and how much to my happy agreement to his fucking as many of the bi-sexual and straight girls in Katie's circle, all eager for a piece of her Dad, as he could manage.

We agreed to Katie going away to college. The university was about an three hours from the house. Although Katie was not skilled enough to compete in Division I college sports, she became the women's basketball team's student manager and had a plethora of friends among the jocks. Our house became the home-away-from-home for many of these hard-bodied sexually voracious girls. And although my husband and I enjoyed endless experimentation with them, I never slept with another man. Ryan remained the only man for me.

Principal Jones was eventually named superintendent of the system and remains a regular visitor to our home and Ryan and I to hers. Coach landed a job as an assistant coach at a Division I school. She is now the head coach of one of the nations' top women's basketball programs. If you're a sports fan, you know her name.

Katie remained an excellent student. She pursued a Masters of Accounting and interned for two of the big four accounting firms her final summer in school. Both offered her a job. She took the second offer since, during the summer, she had started dating Bryan, the head of the local office of the first firm. He was forty-three. When we first met he was a bit sheepish about the age difference. We, of course, weren't shocked, we knew Katie had a Daddy-thing. My husband, sadly, never fully embraced the relationship. I don't want to overstate this: the two men were always polite and friendly, but part of Ryan was never quite willing to let go of his pumpkin.

It was on a visit home during Christmas break of her final year in school that Katie, after a vigorous afternoon in the bed, told us that she and Bryan were going to move in together after she graduated and get married later that year. The problem in the relationship, she confided, was that she wanted a big family and Bryan, like me, had fertility issues.

"How bad it is?" I asked.

"Pretty bad. I've talked to the doctor's chief nurse, the one in the know. She says there's almost no chance he'll be able to get me pregnant. It seems the doctor, aware of how much Bryan wants a family, sugar-coated the information and Bryan heard what he wanted to hear. He thinks we can make it happen. He has asked me to go off the pill so we can start now. If I get pregnant we'll get married right away. 

"What are you going to do?"

"It's more a question of what I've done, I went off the pill weeks ago."

That got Ryan's attention. "Pumpkin, I haven't been using protection."

"That's kind of the point, Daddy. Bryan wants a big family, I want a big family, you always wanted a big family, and Mom's face lights up every time she sees a woman playing with her grandchild. I'm going to do my best to make sure we all get what we want."

We were not surprised when six weeks later Katie announced she was pregnant. She and Bryan were married in a small civil ceremony in Aruba over spring break. Ryan and I attended; we could detect the slightest hint of a baby bump. Katie would eventually have three boys and two girls. She's been happy in her marriage and family and Bryan's face, whenever he sees her, shines with love. She reports that, with her help, he has become a skilled lover, although she remains a regular visitor to our bed.

"You guys know, I still the need the Super Grade A stuff sometimes."

Ryan is as devoted a grandfather as he is a father.



Katie Loves Her Mom



"My vibrator broke."

She saw what I was doing. "Mom, after you finish up, can I borrow yours?"

Flabbergasted, I actually answered her question. 

"Unnnh, honey, that's what got us here in the first place."

"Don't think about that, think of Pedro and Tita's passion, think about how they longed for each other." 

Her voice low, her tone conspiratorial, she started to recount the movie in every sensuous detail. I knew it was crazy, but I didn't want to argue, I wanted to come. Downstairs I had masturbated within three feet of her, was this so different? We would need to talk about this, but that conversation could wait until morning. 

Unfortunately, Katie's unexpected appearance had been a distraction and I needed a reboot. As she described the film I let its images fill my mind and dragged by sharp fingernails across my skin, from my thighs to my stomach and then over my breasts. I was under the sheet and the room dark; I hoped Katie couldn't see what I was doing. I listened to my body, sensing what it needed. I again ran my fingers across my body, finishing at my nipples and breasts. Ryan loved it when I caressed him with my nails; now I understood why. Katie's voice, although present, became a secondary hazy background to the feelings rippling through me.

I kept this up for maybe five minutes -- I was beyond keeping track -- before lowering my hand to my sex. Lightly and softly, I glided my index finger from my clitoris to my vagina, top to bottom, up and down. I lost myself in the sensations, intensely experiencing the pleasure and stimulation. I open the lips of my labia with my index and ring fingers while luxuriantly running my index finger along its moist length. I sank a finger into my vagina.

I knew I should ask Katie to leave, but I realized that performing for her was turning me on. Ryan enjoyed making love outdoors, in places where we might get caught, but I was always a bit apprehensive. I now understood why he found the idea of an audience so stimulating. I pulled back the hood of my clitoris and made small circular motions around it, sometimes softy, sometimes harder. My breathing quickened. I was burning up.

I switched on the vibrator. Katie's voice penetrated through its quiet buzz and my lust-soaked thoughts, "Wow, and I thought watching my girlfriends was hot." The image of her and her athletic friends filled my mind when I brought the vibrator to a spot just above my clit, moving it back and forth. At this point direct stimulation would be too intense; it would quickly veer from joy to pain. Even this indirect stimulation was, in fact, ushing the limits and I had to occasionally lift the device from my skin. 

My daughter's voice again, echoing in the background. "I've got to see this."

Katie pulled aside the sheet. My naked body was on display. I pulled the device away from my skin and looked at her daughter, she was so beautiful. When Katie softly instructed me to continue, I did, lowering the vibrator to the spot immediately above my clitoris and moving it in small circles. I surrendered, I had no resistance left and when one of my daughter's fingers plunged into my cunt and her mouth closed around a nipple, I was only capable of enjoying it. I felt the pressure, centered around my clitoris building. Tension and pleasure were flooding over me and it soon felt like my clitoris was going to explode. I brought the vibrator to the blessed bud, working it with practiced skill. I almost immediately started spasming as my brain sank into a pool of orgasmic bliss. 

"Ohhhh......Ahhhh..Oh Jesu......OOOhhhh fuck.....Oh My.....Oh my pussy......oh yeah.....Ahhhhh.....UUhhmmm......Oh god, cummminnnnngggggggggg!!!!"

I writhed in the bed until exhausted, I simply sank into the mattress. When the vibrator fell from my relaxed hand Katie grabbed it, sat with her back against the headboard, and brought it to her vagina. She had removed her pyjamas and was now, like me, naked, unabashedly displaying her perfect body. Still dazed, I couldn't decide where to look, my eyes flitting from her massive firm breasts, to her beautiful face -- eyes closed, mouth open -- and then to her hand, which pressed the vibrator against her sex. She was not going to need as much foreplay as I and she quickly focused on her clit. Engrossed by what I was seeing, I placed my hand on her thigh. She opened her eyes and looked at me. 

"Ohhhh, ohhhh, Mommy, here it cums! I'm burning up! I'm itching something crazy. I can't scratch it enough." 

I was mesmerized. Katie motioned me to sit next to her. When I did her free hand snaked around my head and drew it to her breast. I opened my mouth to her erect nipple, sucking on it and lashing it with my tongue.

"Ohhhhhh, shit, I love it, love it."

I had never tasted another woman's breast -- well if you don't count some drunken episodes with my freshman roommate and some of her wilder friends and then a few other times -- okay, I hadn't tasted one recently. Katie's breast was nice, firm yet supple, soft, and pliant. I ran my tongue hard over her nipple and the intensity of her moans increased. When I took her breast in my hand and I felt it swell in increasing arousal. I kneaded her tit flesh and she bucked and then cried, "Ahhhhhhhh, God, YES," as the bed rocked in response to her explosive orgasm. I found myself addicted to her tit-flesh, unable to stop licking and sucking, until finally my daughter pulled it away. "So good Mommy, but please stop. My body's too sensitive."

I looked up at her and she brought my mouth to hers, licking my lips before her tongue, trembling in exhaustion, inched into my mouth. Mine met hers and they shared a few tentative touches before our two enervated bodies sank back into the mattress. The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was Katie draping her leg over mine.

I woke up the next morning to the back of daughter's head. I had an arm wrapped over her upper body, my hand resting on a breast. During the night I had pulled myself close to her and my breasts pressed against her back. She was still asleep. At the moment she looked quite the wild child. Her hair was in disarray and she was naked, lying for the most part on top of the sheets, her body sensual and strong. 

Katie was about five inches taller than me, standing about 5 feet 10 inches. She shared my curves, maybe 34-25-36, and took after her grandmother is some ways, including her natural D cups. Her complexion, like mine, was light and her hair blonde (although hers was natural). She had a birthmark immediately above her lips. Although people usually described her as wholesome and looking like the "girl next door," after she hit adolescence I noted some of our male friends let their eyes linger on her a little longer than they should. 

I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. I knew we couldn't go on like this, but I also knew I had never loved my daughter more than I did at this moment. Maybe it was because she did remind me so of her father. While Katie and I looked much alike, her personality was closer to her Dad's. Despite my wild youth, I had become a careful adult. When in public my make-up was perfect and clothes right. Katie instead took after her father. While she could dress-up, she mostly wore gym shorts and a tee shirt and often had a smudge of dirt on her face. What I liked best about her, however, was her endless optimism. She was relentlessly positive and upbeat, always eager to take on new challenges. She eschewed cheerleading for sports and started on the high school volleyball and softball teams. Although not the best player on either, she was always the first one to fist bump her teammates. 

I looked at the clock. In all the excitement I had forget to set the alarm and had overslept by about twenty minutes. Not enough for full scale panic, but enough to postpone the talk Katie and I needed to have. I figured I could dress down: jeans, boots, shirt, hair in a pony-tale, and apply make-up at the office.

I grabbed a quick shower and woke Katie. My cheery voice elicited only a teenaged moan, but she was sufficiently conscious to understand. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I heard her heading for the bathroom.

I was fixing breakfast when Katie charged down the stairs. She bounded into the kitchen, brimming with energy, and into my arms. 

"Good morning Mommy, last night was amazing."

Well, at least, I didn't need to worry about her feeling guilty.

She wrapped her arms around me. She smelled great -- had she been dipping into my perfume again -- and her vivacious energy infectious. Her body and firm breasts were also pressed tightly against mine, causing a spark between my legs and a revival of the feelings of the night before.

I put on my best stern parental voice. "You and I need to talk about last night."

Katie, still pressed against me, replied, "Your tone says no, but this says yes."

She ran a finger across my breast. My nipple instantly stiffened. She kissed me on the lips, grabbed a bagel I had prepared, and headed for the door, yelling, "Remember, I have a game tonight at 6:00."