0 comments/ 95615 views/ 7 favorites Mirror Mirror on the Wall By: tamol Let me first introduce myself, my name is Nigel and at the grand old age of 22 I still live with my parents which is just as well as for the past ten months I have been unemployed. Seems almost impossible to find work and the longer it goes on the more I get depressed and since I have no money my love life has also vanished without trace. My parents are pretty good to me considering the grief I give them and it's just as well they both have good jobs, my mother is a manager of a pharmacy store while my father is a headmaster at a local school. It all started on a hot sunny morning in July, I woke up around 10am and the house was silent apart from my television that I must have left on all night. I wandered downstairs for a cold drink and took it into the garden where I instantly lit up a cigarette and smoked it as I wandered around. As I passed by the patio doors I caught a glimpse of my father John kneeling in front of an armchair. At first I thought he was searching for something that had fallen down the side of the chair but as I pressed my face up closer to the glass I was shocked to see that he was kneeling in between the legs of another person and it wasn't my mother. I recognised the person right away as being one of the teachers at his school, but what really shocked me was that the person was male. I silently walked back into the house and by standing in the hall I could see their reflections in the mirror above the mantelpiece. There was no doubt about it the man in the chair had is eyes closed as my father sucked greedily on his cock. My first thought was to go in and surprise them and cause a scene, but then my evil side took over and as quietly and as fast as I could I dashed upstairs to get my digital camera. I was able to take five pictures of the mirror showing the disgusting scene before me, the final picture was as the man came in my father's mouth. Returning back upstairs I downloaded the pictures onto my computer and then placed them in a word document with password protection once I had printed off a few copies. A few days passed while I considered what to do about the obscenity my father had perpetrated, I still couldn't understand why he had indulged or should I say sunk into being what could only be described in my mind as a pervert. It was now Saturday and I had been lying awake for a good hour picturing the awful scene in my head when a plan came to mind of how I could turn this to my advantage and humiliate him, as he deserved to be. By midday I was up and showered and ready to confront him, both my parents were sitting in their normal chairs as I entered the room and flopped down on the sofa. "Can I have a word with you both?" I questioned. They both looked at me with a hint of curiosity and closed their respective books indicating for me to proceed. "Dad, why were you sucking Mr. James cock the other day?" I asked with a hint of uncertainty in my voice. My fathers face went pink with embarrassment and then turned to a ghostly white as my words sank in exposing his debauchery, my mother just sat there with a look of confusion and shock. "What the hell are you talking about," he replied trying to bluff it out. "You see the mirror, well from the hallway I saw everything that happened including you swallowing his come, and if you need me to prove it I also managed to take a few photographs," I replied with a smirk on my face. "I think you and mum need to have a private discussion so I'll leave you alone for an hour, but when I return we will discuss this further and I want you both to be here," I continued. Even with my music turned up loud I could hear them shouting at each other and some of the language they were using would have been more at home in a prison. I had rarely ever heard either of my parents swear but they were sure making up for lost time. Once the yelling had subsided I returned to the living room, my mother looked like she was sulking while my father looked shame faced. "I could publish these pictures on the internet or I could email them to everyone in your address book, and before you even think of it I have taken a back up of all the address's," I said as once more I sat on the sofa. "Why are you saying this, is it money you want, you want to blackmail your own parents," said my mother gruffly. "Money I don't want, well no more than usual, what I want is to have sex with you mum and then I'll give you all the pictures," I stated, slightly embarrassed by my own words. "Are you crazy, are you on drugs or something, I can't believe you just said that, I'm your mother for christs sake, apart from that being incest and against the law its also unnatural," she blurted out. I spoke slowly as I pointed out the consequences of not agreeing to my demands, both of their careers would be in tatters, they would not have a friend left in the world and they may even have to move away from the area. Julie, my mother contemplated this for a minute, "why do I have to be punished for something your father did," she pleaded. "Oh have no fear he will get what's coming to him too, I'll even let you have the pleasure of doing it," I replied with a smile on my face. "Then I don't see that I have a choice do I, when will this travesty be taking place?" asked my mother. "I think now is as good as time as ever, so just do what I say and it'll soon be over." I said while my heart beat like jungle drums in my chest. "Stand up and remove your clothes for me and do it slowly," I demanded. My mother stood up and began unbuttoning her cardigan, I could see her hands shaking as she fumbled with each button. She removed the cardigan and dropped it onto the sofa it was followed by her tee shirt and a gasp from me as she lifted it above her head forcing her bra covered tits to thrust forward. I was no judge of sizes but I guessed they must have been at least 36C. Reaching behind her back she unclipped the bra allowing her tits to hang free, not bad for a 39 year old I thought as I felt movement in my trousers. She looked at me, her eyes screamed for this to stop but I ignored the torment that was visible in her face. Her hands fiddled with the belt on her jeans before continuing to undo the button and slide the zipper down, she stepped out of her jeans and I was sure I could see a damp patch on her panties but she removed them quickly before I could tell for sure. She now stood before me her nipples were rigid and the patch of hair between her legs hid the treasure that I sought. "Sit down and place a leg on either arm of the chair and play with your pussy please mother until I tell you to stop," I said enjoying every minute of the power I now had over her. She did as she was told exposing her wonderful slit to me before slipping one of her fingers inside her hole. I glanced towards my father whose gaze was transfixed on Julie and a visible bulge was appearing in his trousers. The dirty sod was enjoying his wife's degradation, but he'll get his soon enough I thought to myself. I walked over to my mother and removed her finger, there was some resistance as if she wanted to continue and her breathing had become slightly irregular. Kneeling down in front of her I used my hands to pull her pussy open revealing her love bud which I caressed with my tongue. A moan escaped her lips and I knew that it was a moan of pleasure and not disgust. I sucked gently on her clitoris while moving my hands up to stroke her eager nipples, her breathing became faster and faster until with a long moan an orgasm erupted between her legs shot up her body and exploded in her brain. Looking up towards her perspiration covered face I could see the look of sheer joy, she could not hide the fact that she had just come. "Did you enjoy that mother?" I asked looking at her directly in the face while feeling her juices run down my chin. Her silence spurred me on, "would you like me to fuck you now?" I enquired not really interested in the answer. "If you want me to fuck you then you have to ask me," I continued. "No, no, no," came the answer and was quickly followed by yes please. "What do you want mother, say what you want and you might just get it," I said taunting her. "Fuck me Nigel, fuck my cunt, I want your cock inside me, fuck me until I can't walk straight but just fuck me," came the whispered reply. I turned towards my father and told him to take his clothes off, he complied without any argument. Once he was naked he sat back down, his cock standing to attention with precum oozing out of the end. His cock was longer than mine by about two inches and I thought my seven inches was pretty good but what I lacked in length was made up by my the width. Turning back to my mother I pulled her forward so that her pussy was close to the edge of the chair, she was about to be filled with her son's cock. Leaning forward I placed the end of my cock against her pussy and glided it up and down her slit before placing the tip at her entrance. I pushed forward and as inch by inch it slipped into her cunt I thought she would squeeze me to death, my mothers pussy was so tight. Finally I was up to the hilt inside her, my balls resting on her ass, it was time to fuck my mother. I started slowly slipping in and out of her each thrust causing her to gasp, the faster I fucked her the faster her tits would bounce up and down. Tried as I did I could only last a few minutes before pumping my seed inside her while at the same time she once again had an explosive orgasm I lay there my cock still inside her until it began to slip out and my breathing had slowed down. As I got up my mother tried to close her legs but I told her to stay as she was and beckoned my father over, I think at first he thought I was going to allow him to fuck her. "Dad as you seem to like come in your mouth you can now lick mums pussy and don't stop until she comes again," I instructed. While he was engrossed in licking her pussy I dashed up stairs to retrieve the final part of his punishment. When I returned he was still at it but my mother was on the verge of coming and did so without any shame as her screams of joy echoed around the room. I turned his armchair around and got him to lean over the back with his legs open exposing his asshole, I don't know what he was expecting but he remained silent and obedient. I took hold of my mother's ankles and pulled them together, taking her hand I helped her to her feet. I removed a large double-sided strap-on from the bag and began to fit it to my mother, I inserted the six inch dildo into her pussy and fastened the straps around her. The other end sported a twelve-inch dildo and she needed no instruction as to where she was to stick it. I generously lubricated the long tool and led her forward, she must have been extremely angry with him as she pushed it deep into his ass without caring whether it hurt or not. A yelp escaped my fathers mouth as it rapidly sunk into him, I watched in fascination wondering how much he could take, it was now half way in but still she pushed forward. He screamed and begged her to stop but still she continued until the full length was implanted in his hole. She then began fucking his ass so fast and hard the action before me was nothing more than a blur, she screamed as the dildo in her found its mark bringing her to another orgasm. This was quickly followed by my father letting out a long loud groan as I watched his cock erupt onto the back of the chair. A week has since passed, I returned the pictures and deleted any evidence I had on my computer, but my mother asked if she could keep the strap-on and from the moans and groans I hear late at night I think they use it quite often. Mirror Mirror on the Wall The polished brass letters affixed to the letter box state William Ross. I signed my mortgage only yesterday and the association has already had the engraved name plate made and installed. The waiting list for these condominiums is long and distinguished not only because of the location but also because of the impeccable service they are known for. It isn't too often I expect to get my money's worth in today's world. In the world of money, the Tanglewood condominiums represent those who are somewhat successful; not Trump but very comfortable. The Tanglewood board essentially makes sure that the potential residents are comfortably wealthy and free of attention grabbing noteworthy items such as felonies and posses the ability to be respectful and not an eccentric nuisance. Tanglewood itself is quite old but everything has been restored and updated with all of the modern conveniences and technology. The movers were in full force moving all of my belongings into the new place. All of the heavy furniture items were put in place and assembled if necessary and the rest of the things such as pots and pans and linens or clothes were placed in the room they would be located for me to put away later. This is the task that provided the subject of my story. My closet is approximately fourteen feet by fourteen feet. It has a space for everything. There is a shoe bay that will hold maybe twenty pairs of shoes. There is and area for about fifteen suits, there are drawers, shelves and a small changing area with small ornate chair. On the end with the changing area there is a large full length mirror with two 'wings' that are adjustable to allow a person to see their sides and back if necessary. It was this mirror that I was adjusting that led me to my discovery. After hanging the last of my clothes I was looking at the large mirror and for no particular reason moving the 'wings' and looking at how it operated. I discovered that the side mirrors would fold flat against the center mirror. Each time I did it though, there was an audible 'click'. At first I thought it was the glass or metal frame rubbing against one another but found that there was a gap that would not allow the two to touch. With the mirrors folded flat against the center, I pressed them harder until I heard the click and held it with my hand. With my other hand I pulled the center mirror... and it opened. The large center mirror swung open like a big door. I saw a person. I was obviously looking through a two way mirror. My heart skipped and my face grew warm with the thought of what was happening. I stepped over to the wall and turned off the light and closed the door. I didn't know if the person could detect the light but I'd hate to find out by having it brought to the attention of the association. I was looking into the bedroom of my next door neighbor. I wondered if her closet across the room could look into the room of the person next to her. She was stunningly gorgeous. She began as a model and then went on to act in several films. I hadn't seen her recently though in film or the media. I'll call her Rachael. She was in her room putting away clothes and then she was gone. I waited for a while before closing my mirror and finishing the things I needed to get done. I only saw her for a few minutes that night. I opened the mirror several times over the next couple months and would catch glimpses of her. Making her bed, putting away clothes I even caught her dressing once but actually opened it to see a wet towel on the bed and Rachael buttoning the last button on her shirt. Finally I had a date with lady luck. I opened the mirror one evening on the weekend and pulled my little dressing chair over to get comfortable. Rachael soon came in and began to undress. While the world had seen a lot of Rachael, she never did any nude photos or movie scenes. I was now looking at Rachael fully nude not ten feet away from me. Her beauty was breathtaking. I felt myself growing hard at the sight of her and then she disappeared into the bathroom. I held my position. I didn't have anywhere to go or anything in particular to do so I had the luxury of time to wait on her. Rachael came back out of the bathroom having obviously taken a shower. She wore a towel on her head but nothing covered her exquisite body. I watched Rachael rub lotion onto her body, paying special attention to her feet and then her hands. Rachael then turned to fully face the mirror. I could tell that she was looking at herself very closely. Her eyes darted from what I could guess to be her face to her shoulders and on down. Rachael stood and went into her closet. I wondered if she was dressing. Rachael came back out with a bag and slid the chair closer the mirror. As I realized what was happening my cock grew to its full hardness and I felt like I was beginning to sweat. Rachael opened the bag and took out a tube of something. She was close enough to me that I could have reached out and touched her. I could have reached out and slid my fingers inside of her pussy had the mirror not been there. That's how close she was. Rachael pulled her legs apart and looked at herself in the mirror. Her long slender fingers dropped to her crotch and caressed her smooth body. With one hand, she raised the tube and held out the other hand palm up to catch what she squeezed out. She rubbed the glistening gel between her legs until her body began to separate and then squeezed more of the intimate lotion into her hand before returning to her task. Rachael drew her body open with her fingers and looked at it in the mirror. The gentle rubbing became more and more aggressive until her fingers were sliding inside, one and two at a time. Her eyes would close with pleasure and then open again trying to focus on her target. She reached into the bag and took out a fairly large cock shaped dildo or vibrator, I couldn't tell which it was. Rachael held the shaft straight up with one hand and squeezed lube over the head of it with the other. Her pussy was slightly loose and gaping open from the attention she gave it with her fingers. I became aware of my cock being painfully hard. I could feel it throbbing with every beat of my heart. I could take one step and be eating her pussy if it weren't for the mirror I thought. I stood and quickly undressed. Rachael gently teased her opening with the head of the toy, each time pressing harder and harder. Her wet glistening body stretched to accommodate the girth of the object. Rachael bit at her lower lip in anticipation or pleasure. I couldn't hear but I could see her breathing becoming heavier. It was in. Rachael slid the cock into her body slowly as one might eat chocolate very slowly to enjoy the full dynamics of the taste. She rotated the cock back and forth, slid it back and then would press it in deeper still. Rachael slid down in the chair and pulled her legs open further in anticipation of enjoying the full length of the shaft. And so she did. Rachael slid the full length of the cock into her body and then back out again. More gel was squirted onto the shaft and then it went right back in and all the way. Rachael fucked herself with the cock using a particular rhythm. Soon the fingers of the other hand went between her legs and targeted her clit. While one finger circled her pulsating love button, the other guided the motions of the shaft buried deep into her body. My hand went to my own throbbing body and squeezed the head. Seminal fluid was leaking out. I rubbed the generous amount of fluid around the head of my cock and began stroking. Rachael's motions became more intense and her rhythm stuttered. My motions became more intense and my balls tightened. I was totally focused on Rachael's glistening pussy. I was imagining that it was me driving my cock into her beautiful body and pleasuring her. I could tell by the heaving of her chest that she was making noise but I heard nothing. Finally Rachael bit her lower lip and closed her eyes tightly. The motions concerning her pussy would become fast and furious and then nearly stop. She did this several times before I saw her head fall back and her hands slow to a stop. When Rachael pulled the cock from her pussy, she was loose, wet and gaping. The sight of that was all I needed. My cock tightened and then released. My minds eye was superimposing my pulsating cock onto her. I was shooting my creamy load into Rachael's gaping pussy. I even imagined myself pulling it out of her and coming on her beautiful face. Loads of white cum spattering her beautiful red lips and dripping from her chin. In my mind I just fucked a beautiful movie star. Mirror Mirror on the Wall... I woke up to the feel of someone caressing my back. When I turned my head to the left I saw him kneeling next to me. We had fallen asleep naked, in each others arms last night and neither of us had gotten dressed yet. I blinked sleepily and asked, "Can you stay the whole day?" He continued to caress my back and I noticed his cock was half erect, pointing at me. I stared at it, fascinated, and it grew under my perusal. "I don't have to be in Cali until Wednesday." he told me and shifted to a more comfortable position now that his cock was fully erect. My eyes traveled from his 6 inch cock to the line of hair on his lower stomach. I loved that line of hair for some reason. It really turned me on. I licked my lips and my eyes traveled upwards over his chest. He had sprinklings of hair on his chest, too. He wasn't too muscled or too skinny. He was big but not fat. I started to breath heavier and looked into his eyes. They burned into me as he watched me watch him. His hand had stopped caressing my back and just lay there. I stared at his face and he licked his lips. I could feel my wetness and squeezed my thighs together. The corner of his mouth lifted in amusement. Damn him, he knew what he was doing to me! His hand began to caress my back again and he leaned forward to kiss me. He lightly brushed his lips against mine, nipped my bottom lip, then moved behind me, his hand sliding down to my lower back. I gulped nervously and looked at the mirror in front of me. It was the length of the wall and I could see all of him, and me, in it. He was kneeling between my knees, one hand on my lower back, the other wrapped around his cock. He was staring at my pussy between my slightly spread thighs, stroking himself. I rose up on my forearms and spread my legs wide. He looked up at the mirror and met my eyes. There was a hungry look in his eyes like he wanted to devour me whole. Then he crawled forward between my thighs, still holding his hard cock. He slid his other hand under my belly and lifted my hips. I positioned myself so I could keep my ass raised on my own, still leaning on my forearms. He crawled forward again, releasing himself and I felt his body heat envelope me. I was so wet I could feel my juices glide down my inner thighs. He leaned on his arms, placing them around my chest area and I felt his cock sliding against the backs of my thighs. I closed my eyes and moaned then opened them again when he wrapped one arm around my middle. "Look at me." he said, huskily. His cock caressed the outside of my pussy and I whimpered. When I met his passion filled eyes in the mirror he thrust hard with his hips, sliding between my thighs, deep in my wet, aching pussy. I moaned his name and my inner muscles squeezed his cock greedily. He grunted and slid half way out then back into me. His cock felt so good caressing my insides, but I wanted more. I pushed my ass against him and ground out, "Harder!" His arm tightened around me and he pulled almost all of the way out then slammed back into me, two, three, four times. "Oh God, yes!" I moaned, my hips thrusting with his. He let go of my middle and leaned up on his knees, grabbing me around the hips. A deep groan of pleasure came from his chest and he mercilessly drove into me again and again. My inner muscles were going crazy, trying to squeeze the life out of his cock but he continued to pound into me until I couldn't think straight. With each wet slap I gasped and moaned. The only thing I could think of was his hard cock ramming into my wet, waiting pussy. I was rambling incoherent things into my arms. His long, hard, deep strokes were turning into short, deep strokes. I felt a familiar heat building in my belly and moaned his name again. His cock plunged into my pussy again and again. I felt him start to swell in me and my thighs started to shake. My breath froze in my throat and my muscles all locked. He thrust one last time between my thighs and squirted his cum deep inside me. He let out a gasp after the first spurt and my hips jerked. Pleasure washed over me until I could feel it from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. My pussy was throbbing around his still squirting cock. I collapsed on the bed, unable to move and he collapsed on top of me. We lay for a few minutes, learning to breath again. I could feel his breath on my neck, his cock still inside me. "Oh God, that was incredible!" I breathed, shakily and felt his chest rumble against me as he laughed. I had a huge grin on my face as I looked at him plastered on me in the mirror. "You’re always incredible." he told me and tenderly kissed my neck. I smiled, totally in love. He slid out of me and rolled onto his back, legs spread slightly, cock resting on against his thigh. I cuddled up next to him and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders as I lay my head on his chest and closed my eyes. "Next we're trying the Jacuzzi." he said and my eyes popped open in shock. He laughed, pulled me tighter against him and said, "But first I need to rest. I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted." "Me, too." I said dreamily and drifted to sleep, dreaming of Jacuzzi baths and hard cocks inside me. Mirror, Mirror On the Wall Stacey walked in the house, dropping her keys on the table, and kicking off her black high heels. She reached up and undid the ponytail she had kept her hair in during work, letting her curly, long brown hair fall upon her shoulders. She walked down the hallway to her room, massaging the tension out of her neck. After a long day at work, all she wanted was a good release. She could feel the tightness in all her muscles, as she entered her bedroom. She closed the door behind her, out of habit though she was alone, and shrugged off her jacket. Hanging it up in the closet, she saw herself in the mirror which hung upon the door. Her breasts were thrusting out against her tank top, and her ass was cupped by the short black skirt she was wearing. She turned and looked at herself, a smile playing on her pouty pink lips. She rubbed her neck again, letting her fingernails graze her skin. She bit her lip at the immediate arousal the teasing touch could do to her. She could see her nipples pushing against her tank top. She crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of the shirt, pulling it up over her head and dropping it to the ground. Her creamy skin awakened to the cool of the room. She grazed her fingers along her shoulders. She cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with her fingernails. She pinched them, moaning loudly, surprised at the intensity of pleasure that shot down to her pussy. She quickly let go, and ran her hands down her stomach toward her hip. She undid the clasp of her skirt, unzipping the zipper. She let it fall to the ground. Standing now only in her bright red lacy thong, her bare breasts aching for attention. She kicked her skirt to the side and ran one hand along the underside of her breast, as the other slipped down to her thong, playing with her pussy through the lacy fabric. She moaned, tilting her head back. Never had she masturbated in front of the mirror, and she was amazed at how sexy she looked. She hooked her fingers in her thong, and slowly pulled it down and off. Her hairless pussy stared back at her. She sat down, scooting toward the mirror. She spread her pussy lips, and rubbed her finger along her clit, gently stroking it in small circles. Stacey moaned her other hand moving down and holding her pussy lips open. She spread her inner pussy lips, looking inside her cunt. She was amazed at how turned on she was getting just by watching herself. She was soaked, her pussy juice dripping out and down to her pert asshole. She couldn't take it any longer. She walked over to the bed, and reached underneath it pulling out her little secret. She walked back over to the mirror. The 7" blue vibrator was rubbing against her nipples. She sat in front of the mirror, bringing the vibe up to her lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked it. Moaning, she pushed it into her hot mouth, stroking it with her pink tongue and she started sliding it in and out between her lips. She pulled it out and turned it on. Hearing the buzz, made her whole body shake with anticipation. She put the vibe on her aching clit, her body jumping in response. Moans were emitting from her throat, deep and guttural. She slid the vibrator down to her opening, soaking it up with her pussy juices. She slid the buzzing vibrator in her pussy slowly, teasing herself. She pulled it back out, and then pushed it back in faster. She started humping the vibe as she was fucking herself with it. Harder and harder she pumped. She was moaning so loud. She watched herself as she shoved it deeper and deeper inside herself. She rolled over so her ass was facing the mirror, twisting her body around so she could still watch. She fucked herself doggy style. The vibrator hit her g-spot buzzing up against it. She couldn't hold her orgasm any longer. She came, screaming. She felt all her muscles tighten, and release. She collapsed onto the floor, rolling over onto her back, still pumping her pussy gently with the ever buzzing vibrator. She smiled to herself, as her hands ran up and down her shivering body. She pulled the vibrator out, and turned it off. She lifted it up to her lips, and licked it clean. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep naked on the floor with the 7" blue vibe halfway inside her mouth. Mirror Mirror on the Wall I straightened up and nodded with satisfaction. The ornate mirror looked just right, and clearly reflected the shower behind me. Hopefully Jenna would be as pleased with my handiwork as I was, but for a totally different reason. Quickly sweeping and mopping the bathroom floor, I made a final check, pleased that the heavy scrolled black and silver curlicues on the frame provided almost perfect camouflage. To my guilty critical eye the addition stood out like a sore thumb, but the guy in the store had assured me that only the closest scrutiny would reveal my guilty secret. Two minutes later I was booting up my computer in my room, and a click of the mouse brought up a perfect view of the shower screen door, and most of the bathroom, including the bath off to one side. The tiny remote controlled button camera I had fitted into the mirror frame just above knee height had cost more than I had really wanted to pay, but it was top of the range and state of the art, so hopefully it would be well worth it. Now it was simply a matter of waiting. I had been an emotionally immature just-turned-eighteen year old when my girlfriend Christina became pregnant, but with the cockiness of youth, and against the advice of our parents I had convinced her to marry me. The birth of Jenna three months later had brought me down to earth with a bang, and I grew up quickly. I absolutely and totally fell in love with this adorable bundle of joy, more so I suspect than her mother did, and as the years passed the realisation grew that what Christina and I shared was purely physical, and gradually we drifted apart. That is not to say that our relationship became acrimonious, because we were very good friends. It was simply that we saw things differently. Christina needed her social life and her outside friends, whereas I was more than content looking after and doting on our beautiful daughter. As time passed Chris became more independent, and I began to wonder if she was seeing someone else, but strangely the thought of my wife spreading her legs for another man didn't bother me as much as I would have thought. She needed more excitement than I could give her, so as long as she was reasonably discreet around our daughter I could live with it. Somehow I couldn't really bring myself to think of it as cheating, because we were no longer close, and besides, any time I wanted to fuck her she was as enthusiastic as she had always been. When Jenna was ten years old, we decided to call it a day, and at her request I helped Chris move into a small but comfortable apartment. My lack of interest in the social whirl and nightclubbing meant that I could provide a more suitable environment in which to raise a child, so Chris suggested that Jenna stay with me, provided I agreed to unrestricted access. We both had steady jobs, me as a warehouse supervisor and Chris as a stenographer, so money was never an issue for either of us. Fortunately Jenna took the separation well once it was explained, and her Mom eased it even more by ringing her every day, and visiting at least three times a week to take her out. Chris respected my privacy as much as I respected hers, and she was always careful to ring before she came over. For the first five years or so, occasionally when she brought Jenna home from one of their outings, Chris would settle her into bed, and after waiting until she was asleep we would fuck, although she always refused to stay overnight. A couple of years after the break up we agreed to a divorce, which really was no more than a formality, because her visits and our friendship continued, but three years later she told me she had met someone, so our fucking petered out to about once every couple of months. Until we split up it had been my self appointed task to bathe my beautiful daughter every night, but when her Mom left some inner voice told me that it was no longer appropriate for a twenty eight year old man to be alone in the room with a naked ten year old girl. The ensuing eight years had been pure agony for me, due to both my enforced celibacy, and my self imposed denial of seeing Jenna's figure gradually develop into the stunning young woman she had become. Lately I had managed to catch random and all too brief glimpses of her in her underwear, but this had only served to increase my frustrations and increase my unnatural hunger. Admittedly there had been the occasional liaisons, but they had all been short lived and somewhat lacking. They had given me physical release, but without real satisfaction. About six months after Jenna's eighteenth birthday I was leafing idly through an IT magazine, when I spotted an advertisement by a security company specialising in hidden cameras and listening devices. I hadn't given it much thought at the time, but a few days later Jenna and her friend Rhianna had emerged from my daughter's room wearing open terry cloth robes over bikinis, telling me they were off to the beach. I had never until then had the opportunity to really notice how superbly Jenna's figure had developed, and for the first time I saw her as a woman, rather than as my little girl. And it made me want to see more. As the days passed my mind kept returning to the possibilities offered by a concealed camera. It was out of the question that it would go beyond looking, and she would never know, so I really didn't see that there was any harm in it. The problem facing me though was even if I could somehow get hold of one of these outlandishly expensive devices, where could I hide it? Her room seemed the most obvious place, but she was seldom in there for longer than it took her to change or prepare for bed, and then there was the additional problem of where to conceal a camera to give the best angle for the longest possible time. I thought I saw a solution when, for the umpteenth time Jenna bemoaned the lack of a decent sized mirror. The cogs in my head went into overdrive, and I suggested we go together to choose one as an early gift for her nineteenth birthday, and I turned mental cartwheels when she readily agreed. My hopes took a tumble when we arrived at the store, because Jenna selected a pivoting cheval style mirror with a plain steel frame, which provided nowhere to conceal even the tiniest camera. In a flash of inspiration I mentioned casually that since we were looking, we may as well choose another mirror for the bathroom, and to my delight she pointed out a large elaborately embellished wall mirror that had been heavily discounted. This was the one I had just gloatingly mounted and installed a tiny camera in. An hour after I finished setting everything up I heard the front door slam, and switching off my monitor but leaving my computer on, I hurried out to greet my daughter. "Hi Daddy," she said cheerfully as she kissed me chastely on the lips. "how was your day?" "It was good sweetheart. I took the day off work and managed to get the mirror fitted in the bathroom. Want to take a look and give me your approval?" I grinned, swatting her bottom playfully. Following her into the bathroom I held my breath, praying she wouldn't notice the camera, but she merely stood looking at her reflection and smoothing her blouse over her breasts. I exhaled slowly, unable to tear my eyes away. How come I had never really noticed before now how well she filled out her blouse? She must have noticed my stare, because she gave me a good natured grin and pushed me towards the door. "OK you dirty ol' man," she teased. "Out of here. I'm going to take a shower before dinner." She followed me out, heading to her room to collect her robe, and I hurried into my own room, waiting until I heard the bathroom door close before I fired up my monitor. Delayed guilt flared up as I stared fixedly at my screen. I knew it was wrong to want to see my daughter naked, but if she didn't know, what harm could it do? Fifteen feet away in reality, but less than three feet away on my screen, I watched my beautiful daughter studying her reflection as she slipped out of her blouse, and slowly took off her bra. A lump came into my throat when she cupped her superb young boobs in her hands, her pert nipples peeking out between her fingers. They were even more perfect than I had ever imagined, standing out so firmly from her ribcage that I couldn't help but think she wore a bra more from modesty than for support. After a moment she pushed her jeans and panties off together, standing totally nude and stroking her hand slowly across her abundant bush. Even as my cock stiffened I felt a small twinge of disappointment. I had always known of course that her boobs would grow, but irrationally it hadn't occurred to me that her pubic hairs would also grow, and now they were effectively concealing the one thing I most wanted to see. My disappointment faded as my imagination compensated, and as she turned her back to step into the shower, almost without realising I pulled my cock out and started stroking to the forbidden thoughts that were racing through my mind. For so long I had dreamed of seeing her in all her naked glory, but that was as far as it went. Now as I sat with my hard tool in my hand, I knew that seeing her on a screen was no longer enough, although I also knew that no matter how much I wished, I would never have more than I had now. I had tried countless times and in countless devious ways to see what I had just seen, and all had met with dismal failure, so I accepted the impossibility of more and concentrated on her beautifully rounded bottom behind the rapidly misting glass of the shower door. Finally she stepped from the shower, and my heart thudded in my chest as she approached the mirror again. Her wet pubes were plastered to her inner thighs, affording a partial view of her pouting lower lips and just the barest hint of her tiny clit. This was all it took to send me over the edge, and I hastily grabbed the first thing I could get hold of to catch the strings of thick cum that spurted uncontrollably from my throbbing cock, not realising until too late that it was a tee shirt that Jenna had bought to say thanks for the mirror. Filled with self disgust at my actions, I switched off my computer and headed to the kitchen to cook dinner. Despite how I felt about myself, I knew that wild horses couldn't drag me from my computer next time my beautiful daughter took her evening shower, and I searched through the kitchen drawers for an old tea towel to unload into. Every evening for the rest of the week, and all the following week I jerked off as I watched her strip and shower, licking my lips at the way her firm young tits bounced and jiggled with every movement, whilst all the time desperately hoping in vain for a clearer view of her teenage pussy. The lust in my throbbing cock completely overrode any guilt I felt about the forbidden urge to bury my length in my daughter's sweet eighteen year old snatch. When Friday came around, she greeted me with the usual chaste kiss, and announced. "Don't bother with dinner for me tonight Daddy. I'm going out for a while so I'll grab a hamburger on the way, but I won't be late." As she prepared for her shower, I eagerly took up my usual position, cock in one hand and tea towel spread across my lap in front of my screen. What happened next was so sudden and unexpected I thought my senses had deserted me. Sitting nude on a chair in front of the mirror, Jenna took some scissors and ruthlessly attacked her luxuriant bush. Snip by careful snip her slit was revealed to my greedy eyes, and I began to rub my tool like there was no tomorrow. Right in front of my disbelieving eyes, she lathered up her stubble and started to shave, placing a protective finger over her clit. My cock throbbed and my cum shot out with such force that I completely missed the spread tea towel, and I heard a 'splat' as it hit the top of my shoe. As my cock finished spurting its load, I recalled what she had told me about going out for a while. This was obviously the reason she had decided to shave, and I felt an insane jealousy for the man she was going to give what I so desperately craved. When she had showered and dressed, I tried to keep my thoughts to myself as she kissed me before leaving. Before she mentioned going out I had planned a nice dinner, but now I had lost my appetite, and instead poured myself an extra large scotch, and downed it in a single gulp before pouring another. I sat on the couch, sipping my drink and glowering at the blank television screen, consumed by unreasoning hatred for a man I had never even known existed an hour earlier. If she had told me a month ago that she had a date, I would have shrugged it off, but now the thought of some pimply oversexed son of a bitch mauling my daughter's tits, and sticking his dick in her hairless pussy filled me with jealous rage. Downing my drink with a gulp, I poured another and sat wallowing in self pity and envy. I guess I fell asleep, because the next thing I knew Jenna was sitting beside me on the couch, shaking my shoulder. She must have showered again, because she was wearing a robe, and her hair smelled of shampoo. "That would be right." I told myself morosely. "She needed to wash off the smell of sex before I noticed." Cupping my chin, she turned my face to hers to kiss me lightly, and I detected a faint taste of alcohol on her breath, although she didn't seem to be affected. "You don't need it you know, Daddy," she said gently as she stared into my eyes. My eyes shifted to my empty glass. "I only had a couple." I said defensively. She shook her head. "I'm not talking about the drink." I looked at her uncomprehendingly, and she continued. "I mean the camera." The blood drained from my face. "You know about that?" I stammered, trying to fight my embarrassment at being caught out. With a brief laugh she nodded. "I guessed when found the package in the garbage. The only thing I didn't know was where you hid it. I scoured my room but couldn't find it, then it dawned on me a couple of days ago that you disappeared into your room whenever I took a shower, and I realised there was only one place it could be." My embarrassment increased as I realised that she must have known that I was watching her shave. What I couldn't understand was why it hadn't stopped her. I received the answer to my unspoken question with her next words. "You could have saved your money, Daddy. If you wanted to look at me you would only have needed to ask. You have only ever needed to ask." The rest of her words came out in a rush. "When I was little I looked forward to you bathing me because I liked you looking at me, and when you stopped I thought it was because you didn't want to see me anymore. You have no idea how much I missed that when I was growing up. Because I thought you didn't want to look at me I always covered myself when you were around. When I found out about the camera I knew you did want to look at me again and I knew it was my time. That's why I shaved. I wanted you to see all of me, and I wanted to make you want me." In an attempt to divert the conversation, I asked as casually as I could. "How was your date tonight? Where did he take you?" She shook her head. "I didn't have a date. I went to a bar for some Dutch courage." I thought I was beginning to understand, but I didn't dare hope. "Oh, I thought you shaved for some boy." "No, Daddy. I never let any boys touch me. Not down there anyway, except sometimes on the outside of my clothes. I let them touch my boobs, but I always stopped them when they tried to go further." She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "I've only ever wanted one person to touch me or look at me. That's you. I went out earlier for a couple of drinks, because that was the only way I could find the courage to talk to you like this. And do this." As she said the last she opened her robe wide and parted her legs. "Feel my bald cunt Daddy. Touch me. Feel how much I want you." My mouth went dry as I looked at this beautiful creature that was my daughter, slumped back against the cushions, open and vulnerable. The scent of her femaleness wafted to my nostrils as she tugged at my belt. "Show me you, Daddy. Let me feel how much you want me. Show me you want me as much as I want you." Almost trance like I allowed her to unfasten my pants and pull them off, followed by my shirt, and as her hand wrapped around my shaft I lowered my head, sucking her hard nipple deep into my mouth. Her free hand guided my hand to her virgin mound, placing my forefinger carefully against her stiffened clit. I drew in a deep ragged breath when I discovered how wet she was, and I stroked gently at first, then more urgently, rejoicing in her slippery warmth as she raised her bottom from the couch. "Oh, Daddy," she sighed. "It's just how I always dreamed it would be. Make me cum for you." Her breath was coming in short trembling bursts, and suddenly she stiffened, clamping her legs tightly as her juices cascaded over my fingers. "Oh shit yes! Oh yes!" Relaxing as quickly as she had tensed, she looked at me dreamily. "Oh Daddy, that was so good. I've wanted that for so long." Parting her smooth nether lips with her slim fingers, she smiled again. "Can you see my cherry Daddy? I've been saving it for you." I stared in awe at the delicate membrane, and she reached again for my cock. "I want this in there now. Quickly -- fuck me -- PLEASE!" Gazing hungrily at my daughter's slick teenage pussy, I hesitated. I knew that what she was asking was wrong, even more wrong than what I had already done. Feeling her up was bad enough, but to actually take the virginity of my own offspring was more than crossing the line. The inescapable fact was that there was nothing I wanted more than to bury my hard rod in her tempting hole, but nonetheless I still held back to give her a last chance to change her mind. "I don't want to hurt you Baby." I pleaded "Oh, Daddy!" she said impatiently. "I know it will hurt, and I know you don't want to hurt me, but it has to happen. I'm ready for this, honestly. I could never be more ready. Don't think about it, just do me." Afraid to look at any pain that may be reflected in her face, and unable to believe I was living a dream, I watched the bulbous head of my cock part the neatly shaven lips of my daughter's pussy, pushing gently until I felt resistance. Trying to shut out the sound of her gritted teeth grinding against each other, I pushed more firmly, bursting through her hymen until my entire length was buried in her incredibly tight wetness. I paused for a few moments to allow her to adjust, and then began to fuck her with long smooth strokes. Chris had been a virgin when we met, we both had, and our first sex had been special and memorable, but it paled in comparison with fucking my beloved daughter. Some people may say that the taboo nature of incest added to the excitement, but I truly believe it went beyond that. Certainly feeling my hard cock sliding in and out of Jenna's wet twat was undeniably and unbelievably exciting, but what took it beyond special was that we shared an emotional connection that was lacking when I fucked her mother. Knowing that my daughter loved me so much that she had chosen me to share the most intimate moment in any girl's life filled my heart to bursting. Her hips rose and fell in rhythm with my thrusts, and soon her whole body was trembling, telling me she was close to another orgasm. As special as our first fuck was, I knew it would be even better if we could cum together, so I increased the speed of my thrusts, and as I felt my peak approach I scrubbed my pubes against her clit, willing her to climax with me. She gave out a long low moan, mashing her firm young tits against my chest and her cum poured out around my driving shaft, as my cock exploded deep inside her tight teenage cunt. "Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, that was wonderful! Thank you, thank you!" Mirror Mirror on the Wall I felt a little embarrassed that she should be thanking me when she had just given me the greatest gift any man could want, and unable to find suitable words to respond, I kissed her hard and for the first time our tongues entwined. Our first 'adult' kiss seemed to last forever as I continued to fuck her until every last drop of my cum was inside her. Withdrawing slowly I frowned at the crimson streaks on my rod, evidence of what had just happened, and I looked at Jenna anxiously. "Are you OK, Baby?" "Daddy, I just had the most wonderful fuck in the world, with the most wonderful man in the world. I couldn't be more OK. It didn't hurt as much as I expected, so even that felt good. I just wish I could be a virgin for you every time you fuck me." I chuckled at the absurdity of the concept of self healing virginity, but my heart soared at the promise implicit in her statement. An hour before it had been beyond my wildest dreams that she could want to feel my cock meat filling her tender young cunt, and now that it had happened she was suggesting that she would want it again and again. The mere thought started the blood surging into my tool, but wary that she might be a little too tender I stood and gestured ruefully. "I guess I'd better get this mess cleaned up a bit." Jenna held out her hand for me to pull her up from the couch. "Good idea. We can do it together." Hand in hand we walked to the bathroom, where she shrugged out of her robe. Wrinkling her nose she showed me the stained evidence of her lost virginity and giggled. "I don't know if I should wash this or preserve it as a reminder of the sweetest moment of my life." I couldn't think of a suitable reply, and she tossed the soiled garment into the wash basket and joined me in the shower. Taking the hand fitting, I directed a stream of warm water up into her plundered crack, rinsing out the gunky mess I had made, and when the spray struck her clit she sighed and spread her legs wider. "Mmm, that's even nicer than when I do it. Keep that up and I'll cum in no time." Out of pure devilment I turned the water pressure on full, and she gasped and sagged against the wall, eyes squeezed tight. Although the flow of the water made it almost impossible to tell if she was actually cumming, the way her entire body shook convinced me that she was almost certainly experiencing her third orgasm in less than an hour. Slowly her trembling knees gave way and she slid down the wall to the shower base, out of reach of the spray. "You rotten pig," she pouted without rancour. "You did that on purpose." "Guilty as charged." I grinned, reaching for a sponge to wash my cock. "I'll do that for you," she said, with an angelic look on her face. I surrendered the sponge, but she dropped it to the floor and soaped her hands. Cupping my balls in one hand, she wrapped the fingers of the other around my shaft, stroking lightly until it was clean, and then taking a firm grip she started to jerk me off in earnest. Her hand flew up and down my throbbing prick, bringing me closer and closer to the edge, before she slowed down. "Oh, Baby," I gasped, "Keep going, I'm nearly there!" "Are you really?" she smirked. "Isn't payback a bitch?" Releasing her grasp, she ducked out of the shower and took off with me in hot pursuit, following her wet footprints to her room with my stiff boner bobbing uncontrollably. She had just enough start on me to dash inside and turn the key in the lock, erupting into peals of laughter. The sound of her gleeful giggles rang in my ears as I jerked frantically at the handle. "Aww come on Baby, don't leave me like this." I pleaded. "Go away you filthy beast," she laughed. "That will teach you to take advantage of an innocent defenceless maiden." I leaned against the panelling in exasperation as my erection started to subside. Suddenly she pulled the door open and I fell into her room, landing on my butt. As I looked up from my most undignified position on the floor, the minx doubled over, clasping her arms across her belly and laughing so hard she had trouble catching her breath. "Oh my god," she gasped. "If only you could see yourself!" I had to admit I must have looked pretty ridiculous, and I grinned ruefully, trying hard not to laugh with her. Abruptly she stopped and threw herself backwards across the bed, patting the covers beside her. Climbing to my feet I lay down with her and kissed her gently. Earlier we had both been in too much of a hurry to bother with proper foreplay, but now I took my time, exploring and learning her body as she held my tool loosely. I caressed and kissed her forehead, and then her eyelids and cheeks, my lips following my hands down her neck to her shoulders. She drew in a sharp breath when I cupped her perfect young tits, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh, teasing her equally perfect nipples into hard little points. I took one between my lips, nibbling and sucking, before transferring my attention to its twin, and finally pushing her glorious globes together so I could suck both nipples at once. Her sighs became deeper, and I kissed my way slowly down her soft young body, trying to restrain my eagerness to taste my daughter's sweet pussy. I finally arrived at the junction of her slightly parted thighs, and feasted my eyes on the pouting bald lips split by the neat dividing line. Very carefully I spread her open and folded back the hood to reveal her swollen clitoris. The exotic view was more than I could resist, and I fastened my lips on the stiff little love bud, holding it tightly and flicking it with my tongue for a moment before licking up and down her slit. Her breathing was coming faster now, and she humped against my face, letting out a strangled moan and pouring her creamy nectar into my mouth and over my face. I kept licking and nibbling until finally she pushed me away. "Oh my god Daddy, that was amazing. I'm so glad I saved myself for you." Sitting up she leaned forward to kiss me then licked her lips. "Mmm, interesting." I was longing to fuck her again, but I didn't want to make her any sorer than I thought she must be, so I just lay holding her quietly. After what seemed an eternity she reached out to grasp my now flaccid manhood. "Do you want me to suck it for you Daddy? I don't know if I'd like the taste of your stuff, but I want to try." Words failed me, and in reply I put my hand on her shoulder, watching in awe as she leaned forward and her full lips encircled my cock. "I'll warn you in time in case you want to change your mind." I whispered, then gave myself over to enjoying the exotic sensations radiating through me as I watched my daughter's sweet mouth sliding up and down my shaft. Her eagerness more than made up for her lack of experience, and before long I tapped her shoulder. "Any second now Baby," I panted, humping my hips furiously. She hesitated for no more than a second, and then she pursed her lips tightly, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked harder. Right on cue my cock exploded, and I carried on fucking her mouth until I had pumped out the last drop. Keeping her lips tightly closed, she smiled at me almost shyly, and then swallowed slowly and carefully. "Not the best thing I ever tasted, but I'll get used to it after a couple more times." I raised her face and kissed her, tasting myself faintly on her lips and on her tongue, and she gave me an odd look. "I didn't think you would want to kiss me with your stuff in my mouth. I didn't think guys liked that." "Baby, I love you, and I'll kiss you anywhere and anytime you want. As you said, it's not the best taste in the world, but on you and in you I might learn to like it." In all honesty the thought was making me feel a little uncomfortable, so I changed the subject. "One thing I don't understand is why a beautiful girl like you never let a boy touch you. You must have had lots of them begging." She shrugged. "You can blame Rhianna for that." At the mention of her best friend's name an image came to me of a rather attractive outgoing girl a year or two older than Jenna, not exactly plump, but well padded. She often came to our place, but there was one time I would never forget. She had come to pick up Jenna to go clothes shopping, and whilst we waited for Jenna to shower and dress, we sat chatting, although I could not for the life of me say what about. Rhianna had been wearing the latest fashion in tights which followed every contour, and I had trouble keeping my eyes and imagination off the clear outline of her delightfully chubby pussy. By the time Jenna was ready I was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, trying desperately to hide the biggest boner I'd had in years. The instant the door closed behind the girls my cock was out, and I was jerking it furiously to a mental picture of a naked Rhianna holding her delicious puffy cunt lips open and begging to be fucked. Although that was the only occasion on which she had dressed in such an unconsciously provocative manner, there had been countless times since then when I had lain in bed at night, jerking my cock as I pictured myself fucking her in every imaginable position. Shaking my head to dispel the memory, I looked at Jenna. "Oh? Where does she come in?" "We were talking about guys one day and she let it slip that her dad was doing her, and he was a hundred times better than any of the boys that did her. I was a bit shocked, because although I knew she sometimes let boys feel her tits -- I mean all girls let boys do that because it makes kissing more fun, - but I didn't know she went all the way, and definitely not with her dad. When I got over the shock of her dad fucking her, I started thinking about how good she said he was. I decided there and then that when the right time came for me the first cock I wanted in my cunt was my Daddy's, and if you didn't want me nobody would have me. Now that I know you do want me I want you more than ever. I belong to you, and you belong in me." As she spoke she continued to circle her areolas with a fingertip, her breath quickening again. Her exotic fragrance wafted up from her slit, and I reached for her again, and slowly and gently we made love with hands and lips, stroking each other lightly and sensuously without penetration. After almost an hour she squeezed my cock tightly and urged me above her. "Do me again Daddy," she whispered. "Make me cum again." Wary that she might yet be too tender I eased into her carefully until the tip of my cock was pressing against her womb, and began sliding in and out as smoothly as I could. As I moved inside her I was unable to think of what was happening as fucking, because in my mind fucking involved lust, and this was a tender expression of our love for each other. Her legs went around me and she lifted her hips to meet me. "You can do me harder Daddy, I won't break." I still felt that it was too soon for the full on action she was asking for, but nonetheless I applied a little more forcefulness to my thrusts, holding her hovering in a steady orgasm until I climaxed inside her. It was daylight when I awoke, slightly disorientated until I realised where I was. I looked at Jenna, and for just the briefest instant I was filled with horror at the enormity of what I had done with my own daughter, but the memory of how good my cock had felt inside her, and how eager she had been washed away all remorse. As she had said, I belonged in her, and no matter what, I wanted to be in her again and again. Trying not to wake her I circled her somnolent nipple with a fingertip, but she opened one eye and smiled. "Hello handsome Daddy." She looked at my finger on her tightening bud. "That feels nice. I think I like being wakened like this." Sliding her hand on to my stiffened rod, she grinned lasciviously. "Hmm, this feels nicer though. It would be a sin to let it go to waste." Without waiting for me to react she moved down and took my morning boner deep into her mouth, and began sucking and licking eagerly. Her action was so sudden and unexpected that before I could warn her, my cum was gushing down her throat. She began to swallow without flinching, and then gripped my cock hard, stopping the flood, and licked her lips. "I told you I'd soon get used to it," she smirked. "In fact it didn't taste too bad the second time, so by the third or fourth time I might even like it." Lowering her head she engulfed me again and relaxed her grasp, taking the rest of my load into her mouth. She puckered her mouth for a kiss, and pressed her lips to mine with a muted giggle. Unsuspectingly I returned her kiss, and froze with shocked surprise as she pushed her tongue between my lips and dribbled a huge glob of my cum into my mouth. Although I had hinted that I might lick my jizz out of her, the truth was I had only said it to please Jenna, in the hope that I would never have to. Like most men, having semen in my mouth, even if it was my own, was not exactly at the top of my list of things to do, but now that it had happened I had to deal with it. Mentally holding my nose like a child taking medicine, I swallowed, relieved that I didn't gag. I still had the aftertaste, but there was little I could do about that, and as it slowly faded I told myself that my aversion was purely due to my masculine conditioning, and I had tasted far worse in some of the food I had eaten from different countries around the world. Rolling off the bed I fetched a robe from my room, and after relieving the pressure on my bladder, I went into the kitchen and fixed some scrambled eggs for breakfast. It wasn't until we sat down to eat that I realised how ravenous I was after skipping dinner last night. Pushing myself away from the table I gave an exaggerated sniff. "I don't know about you young lady, but I need a shower." Just as I had hoped, as I dropped my robe and stepped under the warm spray, she pushed her way in beside me. Soaping my hands, she guided them over her body, sighing with pleasure as one stroked her breasts and the other found her pussy. Closing her eyes she wrapped her fingers around my cock, caressing the rubbery tip with her thumb. Abruptly she released her grip and turned her back, leaning forward and cushioning her head on her hands against the soap dish halfway up the tiled wall. "Now Daddy, like this! Shove your hard cock into my cunt and fuck me hard! Pull my tits and fill me with cum! Fuck your little girl!" Goaded by her pleas, and the sight of her beautiful bottom pushed back in invitation, I drove into her with one thrust of my hips. "Oh yes Daddy, now my tits! Don't forget my tits!" Not caring if I hurt her, and figuring she wouldn't mind if I did, I dug my fingers into her swinging boobs, slamming my cock relentlessly in and out of her eager hole. Within moments she was rotating her pussy on my tool and moaning deliriously. "Oh fuck yes! Oh fuck yes! I'm cumming! Oh fuck, oh fuck! Cum in me! Oh fuck!" The stream of unaccustomed obscenities pouring from the lips of the previously demure Jenna acted like an aphrodisiac, and I twisted her nipples savagely as I hammered in and out without mercy. With an almost primeval grunt of triumph like a rutting beast, I pulled her backwards by her tits and filled my horny daughter's already dripping cunt with jet after jet of hot steaming cum. Spent and exhausted we slumped to the base of the shower, clutching each other and gasping to drag breath into our tortured lungs. I don't know how long we sat there, but eventually Jenna climbed to her feet and turned off the water. As we dried each other she looked down at my limp tool and grinned. "Oh dear, it looks like the damsel has killed the horrid dragon," she giggled. I slapped her bare butt in mock reproach, and with a squeal she dropped her towel and fled, with me in hot pursuit. To my surprise she bypassed her own room and headed straight to mine, where she flung herself on the bed. With a smile she held her arms out, and as I joined her she turned suddenly serious. There was no mistaking the almost pleading note in her voice as she asked softly. "We won't need my room any more will we?" I gazed wonderingly at this sensuous young woman in my arms. I knew it had been wrong to spy on my daughter, and even more wrong to touch her intimately, but she had been so tempting and insistent that I had been too weak, morally and physically, to resist when she had asked me to fuck her. There was no longer any doubt in my mind that what had happened was what she had wanted, perhaps even more than I had, just as there was no doubt that she was the stronger of the two of us. Despite the number of times since I had installed the camera that I had dreamed of driving my cock into her pussy, only she had found the courage to make it happen. Just as only she had the courage to suggest we share a bed on a permanent basis. Over the next month my life can only be described as idyllic. Except for that one week when Mother Nature paid her inevitable visit, whichever of us arrived home first would prepare our evening meal, and after we had eaten, according to the mood we would either fuck lustily and raucously, with the accompanying obscenities, or we would make love slowly and gently, constantly whispering soft endearments. For the first time in my life I was totally fulfilled, with someone who understood and met my every need, emotionally as well as physically. One Saturday evening we had just finished eating when Rhianna turned up. Hiding my frustration, I made her welcome and we sat chatting idly whilst Jenna busied herself at the sink. She was dressed reasonably demurely, at least for her, in a shortish skirt that showed only a modest amount of her thighs, and a crisp white blouse which accentuated her full breasts, with her braless nipples clearly defined. When Jenna joined us we chatted for a while longer, and then Rhianna excused herself to answer a call of nature. As I watched the sway of her hips as she left the room Jenna chuckled. "You'd like to fuck her wouldn't you?" The unexpectedness of the question shook me, but in view of the fantasies I'd had there was no way I could deny it, so I nodded uncertainly. "I thought so. She knows about us you know. If you really want to fuck her I can arrange it but there's a catch. She will only agree if you let her dad fuck me. I know he wants to and I wouldn't mind, so it's up to you. I'd like to find out if he is as good as she says he is, and I'd love her to find out how good you are." The way in which she mentioned the 'catch' made me think that that was what she had in mind from the start, but to me it didn't make sense. If she wanted her friend's father to fuck her, I had no right to deny her, and she didn't need my permission anyway. She could simply go ahead and do it without telling me. Maybe the offer to arrange for me to screw her friend was a sweetener, but I couldn't really believe that either. The only other explanation I could think of was that maybe Rhianna wanted me to fuck her, and Jenna had mentioned spreading her legs for Rhianna's dad because she didn't want me to feel bad about what she guessed I wanted to do. Whatever the case, the thought that some of my fantasies might actually become reality was too tempting to resist. I was not exactly over the moon at the idea of seeing another man sticking his cock into my daughter's cunt, the cunt I had come to regard as for me only, but on the other hand I had dreamed for so long about how it must feel to fuck her friend, so with a show of reluctance I was far from feeling I agreed. Before I could think any more about it Rhianna returned. Some unseen signal must have passed between the pair, because she produced her phone and sent a text message. After receiving a response she grinned at Jenna. "OK Dad's on his way." Although it was obvious that the two schemers had set me up, I couldn't feel any resentment because, as Rhianna approached me and began to unbutton her blouse, I knew my life was about to take a new, and what promised to be a very interesting turn. Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall This is one of those stories where there really isn't a category to put it in. I thought about the humor category but unless you understand my dry sense of humor it wouldn't work so I had to settle on Non-erotic. Those of you who are close enough to me to really know me realize I have a weird thought process I have been known to come up with some really different ideas. This tale is one of those weird ideas that took off on its own. YOU WILL HAVE TO BE PATIENT WITH THIS STORY BECAUSE IT WANDERS OFF ON SOME ODD TANGENTS quite often but eventually comes back to the story line before heading off on another foray into my weird imagination. I apologize for that. Be tolerant because all those wanderings weave the story together. I hope you enjoy this very off the wall and whimsical tale. ***** Mirror. Mirror. On the Wall The idea for this tale started a few weeks after we had a garage sale. Over the years we've had them before but this one was a major one. We had thought things over and decided that instead of our kids having to get rid of all our neat stuff when we passed on we decided this was the time in our lives for us to have a major downsizing. We would make a few bucks by selling all that neat stuff in a garage sale. The money from the sale would go into our holiday in Mexico jar. Once that was decided, the house and garage were gone through from top to bottom. It's amazing all the things a guy can accumulate over 50 years of marriage that were just collecting dust, not being used, or something a guy just had to have but never used anymore. There were boxes upon boxes of "neat things" that got put aside for the sale. The downsizing had taken almost half a year to get that garage sale organized. You'll notice I say neat stuff or neat things quite a bit. The way I figure it, it's neat stuff while we have it, but once it's gone down the driveway to someone else, it's referred to as garbage, or crap. Anyway, so much for the past history that should be enough information to set the stage for this bit of a tale. During the opening minutes of the garage sale a neighbour's daughter, Belinda, from across the street came over and was looking at what we had to offer. She commented on how things were priced to sell. Yeah things were priced cheap. We wanted the stuff sold so we didn't have to dust it or store it anymore. Belinda noticed a mirror in a corner. Talk about being excited and jumping for joy. She wanted that mirror in the worst way because she didn't have a mirror in her room and that one would be perfect. Because she was a neighbor we gave her the mirror dirt cheap. That mirror is the main reason for this tall yarn, so I guess I should describe the mirror so everyone knows what was sold. The mirror was oval about four feet tall and three feet wide and I had bought it at an antique store about twenty years ago. Why did I buy it? I don't know... Maybe impulse buying, or like the wife has told me on more than one occasion, it was shiny, so being a pack rat I had to bring it home. At the time I thought it was a nice thing. It had all sorts of leaves and flowers carved into a gilded frame and it struck me as something I just had to have. The glass was beveled and had this faint swirling smoky look, but that never distracted from the image when you stood in front of it. I thought it was actually a pretty nice piece but the wife had other ideas about it. She called it a few things, but the politest was "that gaudy thing". Hell for twenty years the wife has given me nothing but grief over buying that mirror. The mirror used to hang in our spare bedroom and was a conversation piece for friends and family. The funny thing was lots of them would stand in front of it for a long time just gazing into it. The wife and I couldn't see the fascination they had with that thing, but if they wanted to stand there and admire themselves and it made them happy, who were we to complain. So anyway our garage sale was a huge success and we got rid of ninety-five present of our garbage. (Note I said garbage because it had gone down the driveway to be someone else's neat stuff). A few days after the sale, we were babysitting the four-year-old grandson of one of our neighbors for an hour or so because they had an unexpected problem they had to take care of. The little guy was telling us about the stories his dad was reading for him at bed time. He was describing castles, wizards, magic mirrors etc. and was really into that kind of literature. As I sat around that evening I was thinking of the kid's enthusiasm, so of course my mind went off on one of its tangents. From those old fairy tales I heard as a kid, I got the idea for this little tale. I thought the neighbor's grandson might enjoy it, plus I thought Belinda might enjoy it to. That way that mirror I sold her would have a bit of a story. Even if the story is a fantasy and a weird fabrication of my mind. On that note here is my little tale. **************** A couple of weeks after I sold that mirror to Belinda, a friend, and I use the term friend loosely, told me I made a huge mistake selling the mirror. He had always admired it and he was like some people we knew that would come over to visit and spend a lot of time gazing into the mirror while he was supposed to be visiting us. Of course his comment got me curious about what he meant by that, so I had to ask him why it was a mistake to sell that gaudy mirror. He, being the weird guy he is, just laughed at me and teasingly told me, "I'm not going to tell you, but you should do some research into that mirror." After that comment he just walked off giggling to himself. Well with that kind of attitude, you probably realize why I told you I use the term friend loosely for him. I thought he was "crazy". Well why wouldn't I. This was normal for him, plus he is known to everyone we know to have more than a few logs short of a wood pile. After he left that day, for some strange reason that comment of his got me thinking. I wondered to myself what he was trying to tell me. That question bugged me for a while until I forgot about that mirror and my friend. That lasted for a month then one day something reminded me of his words. I figured what the heck; I had nothing to do and was bored, so I started to do some research. You might think the internet might have all the answers, but in regards to gilded mirrors all I could find was retailers, wholesalers, and manufactures. There was nothing about the history of that particular style of mirror. So when my, "friend", and I ran into each other again, I again asked him what he knew about that mirror. I didn't expect a coherent answer from him, but he did tell me to check out the back of the mirror. Now that was unexpected, I was thinking he was going to blow me off and walk away laughing thinking he got one over on me. After that meeting I now had a dilemma on my hands. I didn't have possession of the mirror anymore and it was probably hanging on a wall across the road in Belinda's room. When I sold it to her that's where she had told me she was going to hang it, so it's not like I could ask her to give it back to me. I was sure she would object to giving the mirror back to me just so I would be able to check out the back of it, and I can just imagine what she would have thought of me if I asked. I had this phobia about being called names, and silly old fart, crazy old man, or the worst one would have been Indian giver were a few of the things I was sure to be called, so to avoid all that drama I resorted to other tactics. It's a good thing I had pictures laying around of the mirror for insurance purposes, so I started to examine them closely. Very closely. I just about ruined my eyes examining those pictures so intently. Well the wife was feeling sorry for me and gave me a magnifying glass to look at the pictures. Wouldn't you know it I could see things clearer. The wife walked off with that smirk on her face that told me I could expect to be hearing more than a few times how useless men were, and couldn't do anything without a woman's assistance. With that magnifying glass I went back to checking out the pictures. Hot damn! Just when my eyes were almost worn out I noticed a funny microscopic mark, or it might have been a symbol on the back of the mirror and that piqued my interest. If you must know I never could tell the difference between a symbol and a mark. That microscopic mark/symbol had me captivated. It took a while, but after some intense searching online I got a lead on it and that lead led me to the library. In the ancient history section which was buried in the basement of that old run down library, in a section that hardly anyone ever went to, and where the lights were almost non-existent, I dauntlessly carried on my search. Let me tell you I damn near got lost a couple of times when I got turned around in the dark, but that basement is where things started to come together for me. I eventually stumbled on some facts relevant to my search. I wasn't too happy about the sore toe I got when I stumbled, but in all my time on earth there's one thing I've learned about accidents. After they happen a guy learns to check things out before putting his best foot forward. That caution saved a lot of bruises as I checked out those dim, filthy aisles, plus it saved me from falling after I tripped over the trash, which saved a lot of time brushing dust off my clothes after I picked myself up. Anyway those facts I stumbled on pointed me to an old storage area and down an extremely rubbish filled aisle that was off a feebly lit corridor. On a shelf that I had to use a rickety old ladder to reach, there was an old crumbling leather bound note book. After trying to examine that note book in the dim light, I had a brilliant idea without having to have the wife tell me. I smartened up and got a flash light. After a couple of failed attempts getting the right batteries I wore out three sets of them reading that notebook. In all my wisdom that I had accumulated over the years I came to the conclusion that, that microscopic mark/symbol was a hallmark that Merlin used. At this point I have to add a bit of a side note. At some time or other everyone must have heard of the great wizard Merlin. Reportedly he is the greatest, wisest, learned and most arrogant wizard in all of history. I'm sure some court jester gave him all those titles and over the years they stuck. There's also rumors he is quite gifted in the looks department. Then again why wouldn't he be? All he has to do is cast a debonair good looking wizard spell on himself and ta-da there he is. Well back to the point in time where I found out that mark/symbol was a hallmark Merlin used. Let me tell you that information threw me for a loop. Now not only did I have to worry about the difference between a symbol and a mark, but now there is the word hallmark to add to my troubles. If that wasn't enough while talking to the wife she, with a devilish/teasing smile, mentioned it could also be a logo. I could see she was pulling my chain and trying to get her jollies by confusing me and I knew I was going to have to think of some way to get back at her for adding to my conundrum. But that was for another day. I was sure my mind would be spinning for weeks trying to figure out the difference between all those words. Sorry about that. Getting back on track the greatest, wisest, learned and most arrogant wizard in all of history, Merlin, like all craftsmen, used a (symbol/mark/hallmark/logo,) WHATEVER, to show he had something to do with a product's fabrication. Be that designing it or making it. Let me tell you by that time that (symbol/mark/hallmark/logo) was eating at me and giving me no rest, so I took a time out to think about it. After a lot of contemplation, I came to the conclusion it must be a mark. Why a mark? Because everyone is always talking about putting their mark on something. Logical thinking, don't you think? I was quite pleased with myself when I decided that. After all I prided myself on being logical about things. I don't usually brag about being logical but on this I felt pretty good. Mind you if I would have bragged to the wife I'm sure she would have said something about my logic being weird. Then again what would a woman know about things like that. Oops, don't tell the wife I said that. Now that I concluded that part of my quest I continued on my search to find more information on that mirror. In another obscure area of the library on the hidden side of the back wall, in a termite infested bookcase, I found the most interesting information yet. That information was in a group of rolled up scrolls that explained how the mirror came to be made. After a lengthy examination of the scrolls I sure had sore eyes. Trying to read all that chicken scratch and drivel that was written there just about did me in. It was so bad I'm sure I bought all the eye drops the drug store had, and I still had to go to an optometrist to get glasses. After getting used to the glasses, and carefully re-examining those ancient scrolls, I established that the greatest, wisest, learned and most arrogant wizard Merlin himself had crafted that exact mirror that I sold at the garage sale. Now that I had that fact I also found on one of those scrolls that when he made it he was apprenticing with the magnificent, all seeing, all knowing, grand, all smart ass, and a little bit on the creepy side wizard Whodowiz. Yeah I know that's a mouthful, but back in those days accolades and titles were very important and people used them all the time. Personally, the way I looked at it, all those people that thought they were important were just conceited and titles made them feel important. Anyway the magnificent, all seeing, all knowing, grand, all smart ass, and a little bit on the creepy side wizard Whodowiz was trying to make a special magical mirror for the self proclaimed wondrous, good looking, charitable, almighty, glorious emperor of all the known land. The emperor wanted the mirror made for his daughter Hipohnormus who had a striking resemblance to her mother. Now don't laugh, that was her name, and before you ask, the emperor told anyone that would listen that his wife was the one that named her. I'm of the opinion it sounds like a cop out to me. On another side note, you maybe heard about the princess Hipohnormus. She was known far and wide as the world's ugliest woman. In fact, she was even more unattractive than her mother. She was so ugly that when her father eventually lost his fortune she made her wealth in a traveling carnival headlining in the side show. Believe it or not with her as the main attraction she drew huge crowds. Those crowds always left the side show tent white faced, scared and shaking. After seeing Hipohnormus at the carnival you can imagine parents all over the land used that fact to keep their kids in line. Hipohnormus's name was often used as a scare tactic and it wasn't unusual when kids misbehaved to have a mother threaten the kids by saying if they didn't quit misbehaving she would call for Hipohnormus to come and make them behave. That usually worked better than telling them they would get feed to a gremlin if they didn't behave. Back to the story. The self proclaimed wondrous, good looking, charitable, almighty, glorious emperor had told the magnificent, all seeing, all knowing, grand, all smart ass, and a little bit on the creepy side wizard Whodowiz, to craft a enchanted mirror with magical qualities. Whodowiz knowing his job depended on keeping the emperor happy had been working on that project for about two centuries and he had failed miserably at every attempt and was looking for a way out of the contract. As you can probably guess time doesn't mean anything to wizards, and a minute could turn into centuries in the telling of a tale. So it's best to ignore time lines when talking about wizard's activities because you will just get your mind tied in knots trying to keep things straight. So the magnificent, all seeing, all knowing, grand, all smart ass, and a little bit on the creepy side wizard Whodowiz in all his great wisdom passed his problem down to the greatest, wisest, learned and most arrogant wizard in all of history Merlin. He wanted Merlin to craft that mirror under the pretense that he needed to do this task to pass his apprenticeship. I think that's known as passing the buck to an underling. It's also known in other circles as I'm the boss, do as I say or else, and it better be done right or there will be consequences. So the greatest, ______OK THAT'S IT... ENOUGH ALREADY with all the accolades. No more of that crap! Merlin dove right into the task but finding information on making the mirror proved to be a daunting task, even for someone with Merlin's abilities. You must remember he was just an apprentice then and hadn't learned all the tricks or spells to get information yet. I bet he learned quickly that good looks only go so far. After all, when looks wear thin then a guy has to have a few smarts to get by in the world. It's a good thing he was a fast learner. Another setback he had was there was a problem with a lot of those sheep skin scrolls they made back then. The way I understand it, there was a major scroll shortage at that time in history. The scroll makers had been on strike for safer working conditions. I guess they were getting tired of having their feet trampled on and getting the odd nip from an angry sheep not to mention the itchy feet from all the sheared wool that fell in their boots. When the strike was over they were mass producing scrolls at a record pace to try and catch up to the demand. Of course with that kind of production the quality wasn't up to par and it wasn't unusual to have those sheep skin scrolls bleat at you as you wrote on it. As you can imagine getting bleated at would startle an underpaid scribe, and his words would sort of wander on the page. That made information gathering an almost hopeless task for Merlin. Mind you there was a side benefit to so many sheep paying the ultimate price so people could have scrolls. Everyone in the land also got to have wool under-things cheap, and lamb stew was a staple on every table. Merlin spent generations trying to find the formula, and he specifically needed the craft work and spells for making the mirror. That mirror was supposed to be a special mirror, and that's what he wanted to make, but was having no luck in his quest finding any information on how to do so. After all of Merlin's inquiries, and searching high and low, he finally got a lead from a couple of back alley acquaintances. They were a half drunk troll and a wasted ogre. The two of them, for the umpteenth time were down on their luck. Because of budgetary restraints in the kingdom the half drunk troll didn't have a bridge to hide under because bridges were not being built anymore. That meant he couldn't hide under them to extort money from travelers. The ogre had his own problems and was in even worse shape. His problem was he had lost all his teeth in a bar fight with a bigger ogre. With no teeth he couldn't eat humans anymore and was feeling despondent. After meeting in the crying room set up over on depression alleyway the two of them became friends and decided to drink away their troubles. They had been doing that for so long if they could have remembered who their mothers were they would have sold them for another drink. Merlin having tracked them down, figured the easiest way to get information from them was to give them a few tall foamy ales and took the two of them to the nearest tavern to partake in some liquid refreshments. All went according to Merlin's plans, and when the now drunk troll and the truly wasted ogre were beyond all doubt lubricated they spilled their guts and told Merlin all about the formula's location. Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall The drunk troll and the really wasted ogre had managed in their drunken stupor, to inform Merlin, that the celebrated, mostly bad, warty skinned, frequently living in the south west, and usually inebriated witch, Broom Gilda had crafted a mirror just like the one he wanted to make. Even though the information about the mirror she had made happened in the long almost forgotten past, they were sure she had filed away the information in her dark cave after she had made it. Having done that, the half drunk troll and the wasted ogre passed out, so the inn keeper threw them back out in the alley. Merlin went on a quest to find the ill-reputed witch Broom Gilda. He searched high and low and finally found her on a sun baked carroty colored sandy beach under an umbrella, in the shade, laying on a lounge, beside the Gasparian Sea. She was waving her latest model upgraded zoom broom about because she was proud of the broom. She had scrimped and saved to get that upgraded zoom broom and was so proud of it she even had taken it back to the dealer to have it fixed when there was a recall on it. Hence the reason she was waving it about showing it off. The witch Broom Gilda was also enjoying the quiet time while taking a break from chasing Dorothy on that infamous yellow brick road. Oh she was still doing her devious scheming of how to finally put the screws to Dorothy though, and she found the plotting was a lot easier to do while being served green, foaming, home brewed, wine spritzers by a pretty good looking Greek god who had a forced smile on his face. After thinking about it I'm sure the now drunk troll and the wasted ogre and Broom Gilda, if they ever had met, would have been good friends, what with all of them having the same taste in the finer refined refreshments and all, but that's just speculation on my part. The pretty good looking Greek god who served Broom Gilda her green, foaming, home brewed, wine spritzers had a muscular build and even rivaled Merlin for good looks. Oh the two of them weren't in Hercules's class, but either one of them could be a close second. The Greek god had one thing going for him though, he was Broom Gilda's favorite private server. But only because he smiled a lot! The Greek god also doubled as her personal life guard since Broom Gilda did need help when she went walking on the sandy beach after too many green, foaming, home brewed, wine spritzers. She had this habit of tripping on the sand granules and falling over into the Gasparian Sea. Mind you, her getting a periodical good soaking was good for everyone in the kingdom in a way. By her getting a dunking she always managed to soak her latest model zoom broom, thus shorting it out so she couldn't fly off and chase Dorothy. Another plus about being grounded was it probably saved her from getting to many FUI's (flying under the influence) riding on her broom. I just have to tell you, on one unforgettable soaking before Broom Gilda had hired the Greek god, she had the excrement scared out of her when a kraken had come up from the oceans depths and taken a fancy to her. With the Kraken having so many arms she was not enjoying the attention the Kraken was freely fancying her with. It's a good thing Neptune came to her rescue and tossed her back on the beach, even if only to save having his ocean being polluted anymore with her excrement. That incident was almost enough to make Broom Gilda retire and build a gingerbread house like her cousin in the enchanted forest. But the next morning after thinking about it she figured the sedentary lifestyle in a forest wasn't for her, so she changed her mind and she hired the Greek god as a life guard/server instead. OK back to Merlin's quest. Once Merlin met Broom Gilda, he spent a long time sobering her up. Then he found he had to dance through all sorts of hoops to get the now sober Broom Gilda to give up her secrets. Since Broom Gilda was now sober, she was devious with the hoops that she made Merlin, dance through. Poor Merlin had to resort to begging and pleading to get the formula for the mirror. His good looks helped a lot as he was doing that. At times it almost looked like he was courting Broom Gilda to get the formula. He later claimed it was the biggest con job he ever pulled. It still took a dragon's life span to accomplish acquiring those secrets. Reluctantly Broom Gilda finally gave him the last of the information that she had been holding back from him. In the end it cost Merlin a lot of wasted time, a bull dung pile of embarrassment, and lot of plotting and lying, not to mention the loss of respect he had to endure while courting her. Once Merlin had the formula for the mirror, and most importantly the secret spells to make the mirror, he quietly snuck out of town, thus avoiding having to put up with Broom Gilda any more. The Greek god knew what Merlin had planned and was so afraid of the consequences of Merlin leaving he begged him to cast a spell so Broom Gilda got a couple more pretty good looking Greek gods hoping that would appease her. Merlin also had to cast a spell on the bar where the Greek god got the wine spritzers for Broom Gilda. After that there would be a never ending supply of multi colored, home brewed, wine spritzer concoctions. They had to be multi colored wine spritzers because Broom Gilda had been getting tired of the green ones and the Greek god figured the new colors should pacify her. Once Merlin had made his getaway he started searching the entire known world, the spirit world, the other world, the circus world, with a side trip to the underworld before he managed to amass all the ingredients. Among the ingredients were a lot of disgusting things that are too numerous to list on one scroll. So many ingredients in fact that they had to be written single spaced on an extra long scroll. The only spaces on that scroll where the flow of information on the document was interrupted was where the bleats on the sheep skin were. Amazingly the hardest thing to acquire was the sand from a Martian beach. Back then Martian tides were recognized as being the most notorious in the universe and they gave Merlin conniption fits. Merlin had to haul water for what seemed like ages to get rid of the water. Now that was a real chore in itself and gave him a sore back he has to this day. It's also why Mars has no water. Then he started the hard part of the process. That was the crafting of the mirror itself. Truth be told, it was an almost impossible task to make that mirror with the properties the emperor wanted and Merlin wanted the finished product to be the thing that people from all the lands would marvel at and would be recognized as his best work. It's still debatable if it is his best work. You might remember he had something to do with a round table and also he did stick a sword in a rock, plus there were also a few other notable things to his credit. So depending on how a person judge's things the mirror might not have been his best known work. Oh yeah. Before it slips my mind there's something you should know about that sword. Rumors were that the sword in the rock incident happened because he wasn't paying attention and had the newly made six caliber sword unsheathed and was admiring it as he walked across the courtyard. Any mother will tell you that when you have an open blade that's when you will have an accident and of course that's what happened. He tripped on his robe and as he fell he let loose with a very colorful string of cussing. A combination of some of those cuss words was a secret spell. When he hit the ground sword first, that sword slipped right into the stone and wouldn't come out. Merlin hysterically was yelling six caliber sword, six caliber sword at the top of his voice as he frantically tried to pull the sword out of the stone. Because he had a lisp everyone thought he was calling out Excalibur, so that's what everyone called the sword after that. Anyway after failing to get it out of the stone Merlin, trying to hide his embarrassment concocted a story about a future king having to pull the sword out of the rock. That saved him from being called clumsy, a blundering idiot, and other humiliating names by all the other wizards. Back to the mirror. Merlin spent years crafting the mirror. It indeed proved to be a demanding and challenging task. He found if he was off by one grain of sand from the Martian beach, or chanted in too high of a pitch in his voice when he cast a spell the results were usually disastrous. Before he finished, he had blown up so many labs you couldn't count them, not to mention in the fires from the exploding labs he scorched uncounted beards, mustaches, eyebrows, and we won't talk about the hair on his back. I bet if you could stand close to him today you would still smell the burnt hair. I also bet that those exploding labs were why the mirror has that swirling smoky look in the glass. Being bald faced for Merlin was sure hard on his ego, and it was a long time until the fair maidens in the area recognized him. In the long run that didn't matter too much because it got to be so bad in the area around his labs that the nearby villagers packed up and moved and took the maidens with them as they left. Leaving was the only option the villagers had, because they were tired of dodging so much falling debris from Merlin's exploding labs. There were other trivial trials and failures crafting that mirror of which the most notable was destroying the tenth planet, but in the final scheme of things the undaunted Merlin slaved on. He wanted to pass his apprenticeship desperately, and being a bit on the stubborn side he worked tirelessly to accomplish that goal. Indeed, through all the trials and tribulations Merlin went through, he persevered and finally succeeded. He finally got the mirror stabilized so it wouldn't explode unexpectedly so he was very happy. Mostly because he could now grow his beard, mustache, and eye brows back. After all, any self respecting wizard has to have those or they just don't look the part. Then carefully saying the phrase "wax on - wax off" while he worked, he gave the mirror a good polishing. In future years he had a fight in the high courts with the producers of the movie Karate Kid over the copy-write laws about that saying. After the polishing he presented the mirror to the wizard Whodowiz, who was very happy to get it. He now wouldn't have to worry about the emperor always bugging him about when the mirror would be finished. Whodowiz was so appreciative, he gave Merlin a passing grade on his apprenticeship. Talk about making Merlin's day. He was dancing around for a week and showing off his journeyman's hat and cape to anyone that would look at them. I'm sure you've seen those journeymen hats that wizards have. You know the ones I mean, with the wide brim and the long pointy top with stars and moons all over it. The cape was trimmed the same way and fluttered about nicely as he danced about. All the fair maidens of the land thought he looked pretty debonair dressed in those duds, so he never lacked for dance partners after that. Two days after getting the mirror from Merlin, the wizard Whodowiz, with much fanfare and pageantry had the honor of presenting the mirror to the princess Hipohnormus. Of course with him presenting the mirror, Whodowiz got to claim all the accolades and bonus money in the process. Merlin didn't really care because he soon franchised the process of making reflecting glass products to other fabricators and filled his pouch with a lot of gold coins. The story doesn't end there though. ************* In my hunt for knowledge about that mirror, I found a small article written in an obscure ancient Sibhaterian scandal scroll that explained that the princess Hipohnormus eventually heard rumors that it was Merlin that made the mirror instead of Whodowiz. That was a surprise to her and everyone in the land, because everyone thought Whodowiz had made it. That information came from a big mouthed court jester who thought he was funny. When not telling old, stale, not so funny jokes he was best friends with the half drunk troll and the wasted ogre and they had told him about Merlin's quest. Hipohnormus didn't know if she should believe the jester or not. After all, he was the oddest court jester her dad had ever hired. She also didn't have confidence in anyone with curled up pointy shoes with bells on them. So she then did her own checking and ran into the half drunk troll and the wasted ogre in person. Yep, you guessed it. They met in the same alley as Merlin did when he found them. After a fun filled evening of dancing and merriment in the local tavern she finagled the story out of the two of them, at which time the innkeeper threw the drunken troll and the wasted ogre back out in the alley. Hipohnormus now knew who had really made the mirror. The thing was, she loved the mirror so much she had to do something to reward Merlin so she whined, pouted and cried and finally got her father to make Merlin his top conjurer and defender of the land. As you can imagine that upset Whodowiz to no end because he wanted that job for himself. Sadly, after all that rigmarole there were years of wars and upheavals and somewhere along the way that mirror disappeared. There were rumors of the mirror appearing from time to time, but it didn't make a final reappearance until one day when I was driving around and on a whim stopped at an antique shop. Something caught my eye as it twinkled in a dark corner so I went over and uncovered the article. That article turned out to be the mirror. It was like the mirror talked to me, and I just had to buy it. I had to do a whole lot of haggling back and forth with the owner of the antique shop, with me doing lots of hand gesturing and waving of arms while doing that haggling. The reason for the hand gesturing and waving arms about was because at one time or another I had heard from someone that if a buyer did that when haggling is was supposed to lower the price, as well as be good exercise. So I did lots of that trying to save dipping too deeply into my wallet. In the end I did manage to get the mirror at a bargain basement price and felt good about the purchase. That happiness lasted until I got home and the wife saw what I dragged into the house. You've already heard about what the wife thought of my purchase, so you know why it was in the garage sale. It also proves that I didn't have a clue on what the wife thought was good looking or not, so after that I never stopped at another antique shop again. ************** Now comes the good part of the story. One day a couple of months after our garage sale Belinda told me that everyone that visited her thought the mirror was real neat. That comment came after she complemented me on my changed looks with the new glasses I got because of the damage to my eyes from my search in the library. One comment she had was a lot of her friends spent a lot of time in front of that mirror. Hearing that I was sure one of them might have noticed those magical properties it had. I couldn't believe it when I asked Belinda if she saw anything in the reflection that was out of place and she told me she hadn't noticed anything. That was really puzzling for me because after all my reading and learning about that mirror I was sure they must have been blind not to have noticed the magical properties of the mirror. But then again in all the years the wife and I had the mirror we never noticed anything different about it except that a lot of our friends liked it. Puzzled I went back to the sheep skinned scrolls and did some more reading. I almost missed it but there it was right in the middle of one of those bleats. I read that Merlin had indeed instilled in the mirror some little known and mysterious magical properties. When Merlin had heard the mirror was for Hipohnormus, he crafted that mirror just as per the emperor's instructions, but he added some extra magical properties to it. Those unusual properties are, NO MATER WHO IT IS, AND HOW THEY APPEAR TO THE WORLD, THE MIRROR WILL ONLY SHOW ATTRACTIVE REFLECTIONS to the people that stand in front of it. For people that are already good looking it shows a true reflection. I guess that's why my wife and I, as well as Belinda never noticed anything funny about the mirror. It's kind of a confidence builder knowing you are good looking and something like that mirror doesn't have to lie to you. That's also why those same magical properties made Hipohnormus very pleased and she used to stand in front of that mirror for hours on end. So now we know why our friends, and now a lot of Belinda's friends, liked to stand in front of that mirror and admire themselves. END: