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Mom Was Wrong

By: NTsarina



Authors note: 

Here is a little something to keep you warm during the winter cold. 

*****

"Skank! Why don't you go back to the trailer park?"

Jackie ignored the group of girls sitting on the wall. She hiked up her backpack and crossed the school yard to where her Ford Pinto was parked next to Mustangs, Mercs, and Audis and it was bright yellow. It had an engine, four wheels, and that was all she needed. She threw her bag onto the passenger seat and prayed the car would start, and it did.

Driving past the girls on the wall to reach the main road, she saw them give her the finger and shouting things at her. She didn't hear any of it because the music was turned up inside her safe haven. She switched gears and the car shot forward onto the double lane road and she headed away from what she thought was purgatory, High School.

Jackie was new in school and had moved to Arizona for the dry air. She had a lung disease that had left her in a hospital for six months. She had missed graduation and on her eighteen's birthday her parents had informed her they were moving across the country so she could breath better. Thanks, she thought. I will lose all my friends and do my last year in a new school.

She wasn't trailer park trash, even though she might dress like one. Her parents were pretty well off and they lived in a nice neighborhood outside the city. The reason she was driving a Pinto and not a Mustang was that her dad was a cheap bastard. 

Today was Friday and she had nothing planned. Life sucked.

When she parked outside the house she saw that her dad's truck was parked with the front toward the street. She got out and locked the door.

Peter Karr was in his and his wife's bedroom when he heard his daughter arrive. It was hard not to hear the old car when it came up the street. He looked out the window and shook his head slowly, and then he added a sigh for good measure. What was wrong with Jackie? She was such a beautiful girl, but since they had moved, she had begun to dress like shit. Today she was wearing green spandex pants, a tight tank top in pink and he could see her bra strap on her shoulders. Her hair was frizzy and full of hair spray and she was wearing way too much make up.

"Hi, honey," he called down to her.

She looked up and waved at him.

"How was your day?" he asked, when they met in the entrance hall.

"Like every other, like shit."

"Oh, C'mon, it can't be that bad."

She threw her bag on the floor and walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She looked at her options and decided on a beer.

"Jackie, you shouldn't be drinking."

"Fuck you, I'm eighteen and I need one."

She left him standing there and walked through the living room out onto the terrace where she slumped down in a plastic chair.

Peter poured some coffee in a mug and walked after her. "Hey, do you want to talk about it?" he said, when he sat down opposite her.

"What is there to talk about? I have no friends here, and I miss the ones I had in Boston. The school sucks, my car sucks, and my life sucks."

He sighed. "You know we moved here for your health, and you are doing so much better. When you graduate in a few months you will go to college and things will change. Meanwhile, I suggest you change the way you dress, honestly Jackie, it looks like shit. You remind me of some lower class slut hanging out at biker bars"

She looked at her father. "What would you know about sluts like that?"

He cleared his throat. "What I meant was that you dress horribly."

She watched him for a while. He was lying, but about what? Her mother was no slut. At least she didn't dress like one. She had heard them fucking once or twice since they moved and her mom was a real screamer. It was so nasty to her moan and beg, but she guessed they had a right to a sex life. Sex, when was the last time she had had it? Probably just before she ended up in the hospital. A quick fuck in the back seat of her boyfriend's car. It hadn't been very good, if she remembered right. He had come, and shot his load over her tummy and t shirt, but she was left with nothing. She masturbated a few times a week, usually before going to bed or in the shower. It was embarrassing that at her age she couldn't get a boyfriend with a real cock, but had to leave her orgasms to her own fingers.

I am so stupid, thought Peter. Why had he mentioned the biker bars? As a traveling salesman, he used the highways a lot and once in a while he would stop by a biker bar or a similar place and get himself some trailer trash pussy. Not that he and Jenny, his wife, had any problems in bed. He just liked the way they dressed. Maybe that's why he didn't like Jackie to dress like one? It made him think about the dirty sluts in their spandex pants and halter tops. Just the thought of the fabric between his fingers made his cock stir. He got up and left her by herself. He needed to get some work done upstairs.

Peter was whistling to a melody on the radio and tiling the bathroom when he heard a knock on the door. "Yeah?"

"Dad, I want to take a shower."

"Use the downstairs bathroom, I'm working here."

"But my things are in there. Let me at least get them."

Peter stepped down the ladder and opened the door. Jackie was standing there in her panties and bra. The swelling of her boobs above the rim of the bra and the deep cleavage made him take another, but involuntary look at his daughter's tits.

"Dad? I need to get in."

He looked up at her. "Of course, sorry."

When he stepped out to let her in, her tits brushed against his chest and they felt firm. He looked at her when she began picking down bottles from a cupboard. When she reached the uppermost shelves, she had to stand on her toes and her long legs looked smooth and shapely. Her ass looked tight under her panties. She was wearing one of those hip hugger models that let the lower part of her ass cheeks hang out.

"Could you pass me a towel from behind the door," said Jackie when she got the last bottle of hair conditioner from the shelf.

Peter came back to reality after having had several dirty thoughts about what he could do with an ass like that, if it hadn't been attached to his daughter. He stepped around the door at the same time Jackie took one step back and his hand brushed against the soft skin of her bum. 

"What are you doing?" she said.

"What?"

"Did you touch my ass?"

"No Jackie, my hand happened to brush against you when I stepped around the door. What's wrong with you?"

She took the towel he gave her and walked out. On her way downstairs, she wondered if she had overreacted. Maybe the lack of sex made her think that any man touching her was an opportunity to get some. But her dad? No way. She decided to drive to the mall after her shower. Maybe she could meet some guy over there and hook up for the night.

She didn't think of herself as sluty or easy. It was funny how men could fuck around all day and no one thought twice about it, but when a woman wanted to, then they were whores, sluts and a whole lot of other things. Maybe she should study feminism at college.

Peter continued with his tiling but it was hard to concentrate. The soft touch of Jackie's skin against his knuckles and the sight of her in just underwear had made him excited. He felt ashamed for his thoughts and tried to push them away. Ever since she became a teenager Jackie had been sexually provocative. Back in Boston he and Jenny had long talks with her about the way she dressed and how she acted. Once they had caught her giving a "friend" a blowjob in her bedroom. She had brought a guy over to work on a Physics project. They had gone upstairs and when Jenny knocked on the door half an hour later, to check if they wanted something to eat; they had been sitting on the floor with notes and books all over the place. When Peter had gone up a couple of hours later and didn't knock, but just walked right in, the guy was lying on her bed and she was kneeling between his legs sucking his cock. They were so into it that they didn't see or hear him standing in the doorway. Jenny had come up behind him and when she saw what was going on she had walked right in and pulled Jackie away by her hair and told the guy to get the fuck out of the house and never come back again.

Peter had been so shocked by seeing his daughter's full lips stretched tight around the cock that he was speechless. It had earned her a three week curfew. 

He climbed down the ladder and went downstairs. In the kitchen, he made some coffee and while he was waiting for it to be ready, he heard the bathroom door downstairs open. He turned and watched Jackie walk past him with a towel wrapped around her, covering her boobs. When she took the stairs two at the time, her ass moved sensually under the pink towel. He sighed and took the pot off the machine and poured the hot liquid into a mug.

"Dad, I'm going to the mall," she said when she walked into the kitchen.

She was dressed in tight shorts with a camouflage pattern and a white sleeveless t shirt. He didn't think she was wearing a bra because her tits had bounced when she walked in.

"OK, when will you be back?"

If I get laid, it might be late, she thought, but said, "A couple of hours."

"Have fun."

Jackie went to the food court. That was usually where the guys hung out. She bought a soda from a stand and sat down on a low wall surrounding a huge fake tree. There were people around, but not many. It was just before six and the evening rush hadn't begun yet. While she sat and drank her drink, she thought about the bathroom incident again. Thinking back, she was sure it had been an innocent brush. He hadn't grabbed her ass or pinched it. She felt sorry for accusing him, but it was her fucking hormones and lack of sex that made her so irritated.

"Hi."

She looked up into a pair of sunglasses. The glasses belonged to a man in his mid twenties. Well built, dressed in jeans and a blue flannel shirt. He was wearing sneakers and had an earring in his left ear.

"Hi."

"I couldn't help noticing you sitting here alone. Do you mind if I join you?"

"No. Have a seat."

His name was Mike and he was just walking around when he had seen her. He worked as a bank teller and was from Arizona. They chit chatted for a while and when he told her he lived alone, she figured it was time to make a move.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No. What about you?"

"Single."

She had moved a bit closer, making sure her boob brushed against his arm. She felt how he pushed harder and then she turned slightly towards him. Now her boob was pressing against his arm and he had to feel her hard nipple through the fabric.

"Do you want to come over to my place? We could have a drink, and maybe watch a movie?" he said.

"Sure."

They were just about to get up when someone screamed, "Mike, you fucking two timing asshole! I knew you would be here."

Jackie looked to where the voice had come from and saw a woman in Mike's age walking towards them. She was slightly taller than Jackie and wore a skirt and a suit jacket, like a uniform. When she got close to them, she said. "I can't believe you are here picking up mall rats. Get away from her, you bastard."

She grabbed Mike by the arm and dragged him away. The people around them were laughing, and pointing at the couple. Jackie slipped away and made her way to the parking lot. No luck today, she thought.

While walking to the parking lot she passed several stores and she stopped outside one of them. The window displayed sex toys, sex videos, blowup dolls and lingerie. It was a sex shop. She looked around and there were not many people around. She opened the door and stepped inside.

"Hi, can I help you?" said a woman in her forties.

"Not yet."

"Have a look around and let me know if you have any questions."

Jackie smiled at her and made her way down the aisle. She was among porn that she wasn't interested in and kept on walking. At the end of the aisle, she looked right and left and saw what she wanted. She turned right and stopped. On the wall in front of her hung vibrators, dongs and dildos in neat rows. After a minute she realized they were ordered by manufacturer. The prices ranged from $10 to $70 depending on size and model. She had $30 in her pocket. She could use her credit card but she didn't want her parents to find out when they got the bill. 

The cheapest ones were torpedo shaped plastic tubes and didn't look very comfortable or sexy. She wanted something that looked like a real cock. She found what she was looking for but the prices started at $32, she became frustrated. It had taken her a lot of courage to walk in and now it seemed like she would walk out empty handed. 

"Are you looking for something to play with alone, or with your partner," said the woman.

Jackie turned and she was face to face with her. "Alone," she said in a weak voice.

"OK, let's see what we have. Do you prefer a simple vibrator or something life like?"

"Life like, please, but I only have $30 with me."

The woman looked at her like if she was insane. "Didn't you read the note posted by the counter?"

"What note?"

"We are on sale! You get thirty percent off any sex toy."

Jackie smiled at her, and said. "I want that one."

The woman looked at the vibrator Jackie was pointing at. "I wouldn't recommend it. It's hard and doesn't bend an inch. You want something made out of Cyber skin. Like this one." She took down a box with a skin colored cock on the front. The price tag said $50. 

"I'm sorry, it's too much."

"Don't worry, I own the shop and I can give you a better discount. I like it when young women take control over their sex lives and buy themselves a toy. I wish more of them were like you. Take it out and touch it."

Jackie opened the box and took out the vibrator. It was eight inches, according to the box and thick. The shaft had veins and the base had something simulating balls. She grabbed it as if she was going to jerk it off and found it to be extremely soft to the touch.

"Try to bend it," said the woman.

The vibrator moved almost two inches in each direction as Jackie bent it back and forth. "This is amazing; it's just like the real thing."

"No my dear, it's better."

"Why do you say that?"

"Oh, it's always hard, and it won't get upset if you buy a bigger one later on."

Jackie couldn't help herself and laughed. "You make a good point."

"Would you like a plastic bag? I will give you some batteries for free."

"Yes, please and thank you."

Peter was outside when Jackie drove up in the Pinto. It really did look like shit. He had to admit to it. Maybe he had been too hard on her. When Christmas came around, he would take her car shopping and get her something nice. He watched when she got out and walked up the driveway to where he was standing. Her boobs bounced seductively under her t shirt.

"Hi dad, what are you up to?"

"Nothing much, just throwing away the old tiles. What did you buy?" he asked pointing at the yellow bag in her hand.

"Nothing special, just some stationary I need for school. I'll be up in my room studying. Let me know when dinner is ready."

"OK, sweetheart."

He watched her walk into the house and when she closed the door he sighed. What an ass, she had. When did Jackie, the little girl become Jackie the hot chick? Was it after they caught her sucking cock or before, he couldn't remember? He checked his watch and saw that it was almost seven, Jenny would be home soon.

Jackie locked the door to her room and went over to her bed. She took the box out of the bag and opened it. She inserted the batteries and turned on the vibrator. She had been worried it would make a lot of noise, but she could only hear a slight buzzing sound, even when she turned it to max speed. Happy with her purchase she stripped naked and lay down on the bed. She pulled the drapes above her just to make sure. When she was comfortable she spread her legs a little and turned on the vibrator.

She was already wet so she could push it inside her, but she decided not to. Instead, she let it run down either side of her pussy and back up again. The vibrations send magical signals to her cunt and it didn't take long before she let out her first moan. She felt naughty and after pressing it against her clit, she put it in her mouth like if she was going to give it a blow job. Instead, she tasted her own juices and that turned her on even more. It was time to fuck herself with the toy. It slid in like it was made for her. With her pussy wide open and her legs slightly pulled up against her chest, she fucked herself until she was on the verge of coming. She had always dreamt about being fucked from behind and come at the same time, so she turned over and pushed her ass up in the air. Her hand was between her legs and she could easily slide the vibrator in and out of her pussy. The cock head was quite big and she loved the feeling of it opening her up each time she pulled it out and slid it back in again. Then her legs began to tremble, and the welcoming hot feeling began to spread from her clit to every part of her body. She buried her head in her pillow and screamed out her orgasm as it ripped through her body.

When it was over she slumped back onto her stomach and pulled out the vibrator. She brought it close to her face and it was wet from her liquid. She kissed the head and whispered. "You are my best friend."

"Where is Jackie?" asked Jenny, when Peter gave her the Dry Martini.

They always had a Martini before dinner. Whoever came home first made it. They both liked it dry and the only difference was that she preferred olives and he lemon peel.

"In her room, she said something about studying."

Jenny raised her eyebrows and looked at him over the rim of the glass.

"No kidding, she is studying?"

She placed the drink on the drink mat on the glass table, and said. "That is a first. I'll go up and check on her. Is dinner ready?"

"I just have to take the chicken out of the oven."

Jenny walked up the stairs and went to her bedroom where she took off her business suit and hung it on a hanger. She dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a baggy t shirt. She hated using the uniform at home. It was like taking work back home. 

When she knocked on Jackie's door and tried the handle it was locked.

"Jackie, darling. Dinner is ready."

"I'll be down in a minute."

Jenny walked back downstairs and enjoyed the rest of her drink. Peter was in the kitchen putting plates, and cutlery on the table. She was so lucky to have found a man who was handy around the kitchen, she thought while watching him. She was concerned about her daughter. Jackie hadn't been herself since the move. In part, she was happy about it, back in Boston she had been a real problem, especially with men. But now she kind of missed it. It was better knowing she was with a guy than not knowing what she was thinking or doing. Jackie had become a recluse, just mumbling when their paths passed going or coming from work or school. Before, they would have a girl's night out, but that had ended as soon as they moved into the new house. Jenny missed talking to her daughter.

Jackie fixed her hair a little and then put on the clothes she had been wearing before. She had no time to take a shower and her pussy was still wet after the session with Mr. Vibrator. She unlocked the door and went downstairs and found her parents seated around the kitchen table.

"Are you alright, baby? You look a bit flushed," said her mother.

"I'm fine."

"No, let me feel if you are running a fever."

Jenny put a hand on Jackie's forehead when she sat down. "You are a bit warm, but I don't think you have a fever."

"I guess it was just hot my room."

Peter served dinner and they talked about their day. Jackie didn't mention the girls who had messed with her or the vibrator she had bought. She noticed that her dad was looking at her more than usual, so when he was doing the dishes she walked up to him and put her hands on his cheeks. "Dad, I'm OK, I promise."


Mom was Wrong, Again



Authors Note. This is the second part of "Mom was wrong". It starts off roughly four months after the first story ended. Jackie is in college and Jenny is trying to figure out what to do with her marriage. Edited by Dance243. 

*

"I am leaving him," said Jenny to her friend Maggie.

They were in Maggie's house, out by the pool. It was a late September afternoon and Maggie's husband, John, was at work.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I can't stand to be around him any longer. I have tried for months, but I just can't."

"Do you know who this other woman is?"

Jenny knew. It was her own daughter, Jackie. She had caught her husband, Peter, fucking in the living room. She hadn't told Maggie, who the other woman was.

"I think it's a young woman, possibly a student or something."

"How in god's name did he meet her?" said, Maggie after taking a drink of her iced tea.

"I have no idea, and I don't really care. I just want him out of my life."

"What about Jackie? How would she take it if you left?"

She would probably be happy. She would have Peter to herself, thought Jenny, but said. "She is a grown up, and in college. I think she can handle it."

Maggie changed the topic and they discussed her new career. After a couple of hours Jenny stood and said goodbye. When they were at the door Maggie took her arm, and said. "I think you should fight for him. Do you love him?"

Jenny thought about it. Yes, she did, she still loved him. "I do."

"Then I suggest you do whatever you have to keep him. Don't let a kid take your husband away from you. She might have firmer boobs and tighter ass, but you are the one he married. Fight for that marriage."

On the drive home Jenny thought long and hard about what her friend had said. She was right; the problem was that she didn't know it was her own daughter, she would have to fight for Peter. At the moment Jackie was in college in the next state, and Peter was on one of his sales trips. She had a couple of days to think about it before he came home.

"God, honey, how can you be so tight," moaned Peter, when he thrust his cock deep inside his daughter's pussy.

"I don't know, Dad. I guess it helps working out."

She was lying under him with her legs wrapped around his waist. She loved that position; he would enter her all the way and spread her pussy wide with his big cock. 

"Yes, yes, here I come, Jackie"

"Pull out, I want it over my boobs and belly," moaned Jackie, her own orgasm was rolling over her.

Peter pulled out and she grabbed his cock and jerked it off. The cum rained down on her tanned skin and left little drops. One landed on her lip and she stuck out her tongue and licked it up.

"You taste good, are you on a new diet?"

Peter breathed hard and looked down on her. "A bit more fruit than usual." 

When he rolled off her and onto the king size bed she got up and went to the bathroom. After a quick shower, she walked naked back into the bedroom.

"How long will you be staying?" she asked.

"Just for tonight, honey. I'm flying to Dallas tomorrow."

"Oh, so we only have one more night? When will you be back?"

Peter stretched his arms above his head, and gave her an appreciative look. She had a fantastic body, big round boobs, a firm ass and long legs. "Maybe in two months or so."

"Oh, how will I survive without my favorite cock," she said and sat down on the bed.

She took him in her hand and after a few minutes he was hard again. She lowered her face as if she was going to blow him, but instead she kissed his glans and stood.

"What?" said Peter.

"I'm hungry, let's go down for dinner and we can fuck some more later."

He had checked in at the airport hotel in the city where she was studying. He hadn't flown in, but drove a rental. The next day he would drive back to the airport he had landed in, and leave the car. The college was close to the airport and that's why he had chosen it.

In the shower Peter thought long and hard about the situation. It had been two months since the first time he and Jackie had first done it. Since then Jenny had found out and he thought she would file for divorce. He didn't want that, he was like a kid, he wanted both of them. He loved Jenny, but his desire for Jackie was too strong to ignore. He had been lucky that Jenny hadn't called the police on them. Even though it was consensual incest, he would still be looking at serious jail time. Maybe it was better to cut it off while he still could.

Over dinner, he brought up the subject and Jackie's response was not what he had expected. 

"Sure anytime you want to. It's not like I am in love with you. It was just for fun, and to prove mom wrong about men in general."

He was surprised; he had thought she would be upset. "So you are OK with us ending this after tonight?"

She put down her fork and drank some of her wine. "Yeah Dad, I am sure. Look, I'm in college; I left the skank that used to be me back home. Here I am making new friends and there are plenty of cute guys I can hook up with. I'll be fine." 

He smiled at her. She was right, she looked so different now. She dressed in nice clothes, and she had a preference for skirts and dresses. She knew she had a good body and liked showing it off without being vulgar. Her hair was its natural dark brown color, and her eyes sparkled in the light from the candles. She was so beautiful, and smart.

Jackie looked down on her dad lying under her. This was the last time she would have his cock inside her and she wanted him in all her holes. First she had given him a long soft blowjob, just licking and gently sucking on his dick. Now she was about to let him slide into her pussy and then she would move so he could enter her ass. 

"Ah, I love how you do that," said Peter.

"What?" Jackie was slowly moving her hips in circles.

"The way you make your pussy massage my cock."

"Oh that, I don't know, I just picked it up along the way," she said.

"I'm almost there, honey."

"Take me in my ass, Dad, for the last time."

She lifted herself off his cock and adjusted her position. When his glans entered her tight hole, she gasped and closed her eyes. Then slowly she lowered herself until he was completely inside her.

"Rub my clit."

Peter used the thumb of his right hand to stimulate her little button, while she rode him up and down. Her breathing became faster and so did his. She threw her head back, and letting a deep moan escape her mouth, then she looked down at him, her eyes glassy from pleasure. "Come inside me."

"Oh, oh, yes!"

She felt how her father's cock jerked inside her ass as his cock squirted his juice inside her. His thumb had made her come and while the last waves of the orgasm rolled over her she lay down on his chest. She looked him in the eyes and kissed his mouth softly. "It was nice while it lasted."

He kissed her back, "It sure was, honey."

Jenny was in the kitchen when she heard Peter come home. He came in and when he saw her, he said. "Hi, how are you?"

He was a bit worried about the response. They had hardly talked over the last months and Jenny had kept more and more to herself. He had taken up sleeping in the guest bedroom and they hadn't had sex since the night she caught him with Jackie.

She wiped her hands on a towel which she folded neatly afterwards. "I want a divorce, Peter."

Even though he had suspected she would want one, it still hurt when she said the words. He sighed and sat down at the table. "Are you sure?"

She stayed by the sink. "Yes, I am. I don't want the house. I just want you out of my life."

"What about Jackie?"

She sighed. "She is a big girl now, and she can take care of herself."

"I don't want a divorce. What if I told you that what Jackie and I did is behind us, and it won't happen again? Would you please think about not leaving me?"

Jenny sat down opposite him and leaned back in her chair. She looked at him for a long time before she spoke. "I don't think you can control your urges, and I am pretty sure it's the same with Jackie."

"She doesn't live here anymore. It's just you and me."

"What about Christmas? It's two months away and then she will be back, under this roof."

"I can handle it, I promise."

"Sorry, but I don't believe you and I don't trust her. She can be very convincing, you should know that."

Peter decided to tell her the truth. "Jenny, I just came back from seeing Jackie. We spent one night together and we talked about us. We decided that this could not continue. She said that she was OK with it, and that things were very different for her now."

"You saw her? Did you fuck?"

Peter lied. "No, I had business close by and decided to pay a surprise visit. I needed to talk to her and bring this disaster to a stop."

"I don't believe you, I know you two had sex."

"You have to believe me. She has changed a lot. She has a great social life. She goes out, meets new people, maybe she will find a boyfriend. It was different there than it was here. And you know as well as I do that she only did it to prove you wrong."

Jenny felt the guilt. Peter was right; Jackie had told her that all men were the same, including her daddy. Jenny had said no, and just to make a point Jackie had done what she did. 

"I need time to think about this, OK."

Peter smiled at her. "Sure, take the time you need, but please, I don't want to lose you."

She got up and left him alone in the kitchen. 

During the next few days Jenny made sure she stayed away from Peter. She needed time to think and to decide what she wanted to do. She blamed herself for what had happened. She should have been harder on Peter when she found out about his desires. Instead, she had told him about her uncle who had fucked her on the kitchen sink the day she had turned twenty. Maybe that had been the mistake? What if he had thought that because she had done it, it was OK for him to do it? Instead of answers all she managed to produce were more questions. She couldn't talk to any of her friends, Maggie included. It was a horrible secret to carry alone. In the end she decided to tell Uncle Luke. He would understand her.

She called him on a Monday morning and he said he would call her back when he was alone. It took a couple of hours, but eventually her phone rang.

"Yes?" she said.

"It's me, what did you want to talk about?"

Jenny sat down on her bed and took a deep breath. "Do you remember that day in my parent's kitchen?"

Luke chuckled. "Yeah, I do. Why?"

"I want you to promise me that what I am about to tell you never comes out."

Luke heard the seriousness in his niece's voice. "Yeah, I promise."

"Peter has had sex with Jackie, and she was the one who instigated it."

Luke, who had been frying some eggs while he talked to Jenny turned off the stove and sat down at his kitchen table. He lived alone since he got divorced three years before. He didn't know what to say. The last time he had seen Jackie, on her graduation, he had had some dirty thoughts himself, and was about to try something when Peter had walked up to him and warned him to stay away. He had thought it was just a father protecting his daughter, but now he understood why Peter had been so aggressive. Maybe there was an opportunity here, he thought.

Clearing his throat, he said. "Oh, wow, I am so sorry to hear that. What can I do to help?"

"Could you come here and talk to Peter. I mean what we did all those years ago, it was a one time thing, some crazy stuff, and it didn't mean anything."

Oh, but it did, thought Luke. He had wanted to fuck his niece for years, ever since she grew a pair of tits basically. The problem was that he never got the opportunity. That one summer's day in the kitchen, it hadn't been planned. He had walked past outside and seen her in there. His emotions took over and he walked in, lifted her up and fucked her. He had wanted to do it again and again afterwards, but there was never an opportunity. "Sure, Jenny, it was just something that happened. We were young and there were a lot of hormones in the air."

He had been thirty and she twenty, but who gave a shit. He needed to make her feel safe. He would give his left pinky to get into Jackie's panties, and as a bonus, he would fuck Jenny again. She wasn't twenty anymore, but she still looked good. He didn't worry about Peter, if he butted in he would tell him to stay away or he would go to the police and tell them that he had fucked his own daughter.

"How's Jackie, by the way?" he asked.

"She is fine. Studying hard and making good grades. She should be back here for Christmas."

Shit, that was no good. He couldn't wait two months to put his hands on her. "Well, I think it would be a good idea to bring her home over a weekend. She needs to hear what I will tell Peter."

The thought of having Peter and Jackie under the same roof so soon didn't make Jenny feel any better. "Are you sure that is necessary? Can't you talk to him alone?"

"He has to face her and she him. They have to accept what they have done is wrong and the best way is if they do it together."

Jenny sighed. "Maybe you are right. I will talk to her and let you know."

"OK. One more thing, don't tell Peter that I am coming, or that Jackie is. It's better if he doesn't have time to put up his defenses."

"OK. Take care."

"You too."

When he had hung up, Luke enjoyed his breakfast. He was looking forward to doing some talking to Peter and a lot more to Jackie. He wondered if her pussy was tight and if she shaved.

"Jackie, where did you learn to suck cock like that?" asked Trent.

She smiled at him, and thought, if you only knew. "Oh, I guess I picked up a few things over the years and I do enjoy a good porn flick once in a while. You can learn a lot from them."

Trent stroked her brown hair that was splayed over his stomach. She was lying between his legs with her face turned towards the wall in his bedroom. He could feel her tongue tickle the glans but he didn't think he could manage another round. They had been at it since she came by after her last class, two hours ago. They had fucked, licked and sucked, and now he needed a break. 

"Babe, why don't you go and get us something cold to drink from the fridge?"

She looked up at him. "Why? I'm fine here licking your cock."

He sighed, "Because I am thirsty."

"Well, get it yourself then."

He pushed her away and got out of bed. Naked, he walked out to the kitchen. Jackie watched him and licked her lips. He had a fantastic body, she thought. They had been fuck friends for two weeks now and she couldn't get enough of him. He on the other hand didn't have enough stamina, which was kind of strange. After all, he was the captain of the Lacrosse team. She knew she liked to fuck, and a lot. Maybe she needed to cool it down a bit.

She moved up on the bed so her head was on the pillow, and closed her eyes. She thought back to her dad's last visit, and just the thought of fucking him made her hot again. It wasn't that he was a better lover or had a bigger cock than Trent. It was the forbidden nature of the act that turned her on.

When Trent walked in again, he found Jackie with her legs spread rubbing her clit. "Christ woman, don't you get enough?"

She opened her eyes and realized what she had been doing. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was just thinking about you licking my clit and I became horny again," she lied.

"Sorry, I got to go to night class in half an hour."

"No problem, I have to study for my exam. By the way, this weekend I'm going home. I'm leaving on Friday and will be back on Sunday night. Can you take me to the airport?"

"Sure, but why are you going home?"

"My mom says she needs to talk to me. I think my parents are getting a divorce."

"Wow, I'm sorry. Why, if I may ask?"

She got out of bed and walked over to where he was standing. She took his limp cock in her hand, and said. "I think there is a younger woman involved."

He kissed her on her lips. "Yeah, I can see how that might be a problem."

She gave his cock a last squeeze and then headed for the bathroom to take a shower. 

The following Friday when Jackie walked out into the arrival area at the airport, she had expected to see her father waiting for her. Instead, it was her mother,

"Hi Mom, I thought you'd be at work."

"I took today off. I thought we could spend some time together before we go home."

Jackie had only brought her backpack since she had enough clothes at home to last her over the weekend. As they walked to the parking lot, she said. "Look Mom, I think I know what this is about. You are getting a divorce and I know it's because of me."

Without stopping, Jenny said. "Partly it is your fault, but mostly your father's. He is an adult and should have known better."

When they reached the car Jackie took her mother's arm. "I was not a kid when we did what we did. I knew very well what I was doing and I seduced him as much as he seduced me. I would actually go as far as saying I did most of the ground work. I planted the seed in his brain, and then let it grow."

Jenny looked at her. She was so beautiful in a polo sweater and black pants. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and every once in a while she would move a strain away from her eyes. Her skin was still a little tanned and she wore modest makeup. Gone was the cheaply dressed girl who had begun the seduction. Jenny wondered whether things could have turned out differently if Jackie had dressed more formally around the house. 

"OK, you're right, but that is not an excuse for your father's behavior. He should have handled the situation better."

Jenny drove to a café she liked and after parking a block away, they walked together along the sidewalk. There were a lot of people around and several of the men they passed gave them looks. 

Jackie elbowed her mother. "See, you've still got it. You can find a new man if you insist on going through with the divorce."

Jenny sighed. She knew she looked good for her age, but that wasn't the problem. She didn't know if she had the energy or if she could ever trust a man again after what Peter had done. What if the new guy tried to get into Jackie's panties? She wasn't sure she could trust her own daughter. Instead, she said: "Have you met someone on campus?"

Jackie smiled, and as they walked into the café, she said. "Yes, I have met a guy and I like him a lot."

After ordering coffee and pastries they sat down at a table by the windows. "Who is he," asked Jenny.

"His name is Trent and he plays Lacrosse. He is a year older than me. We met through some friends and one thing lead to another."

"I'm happy for you. It's good that you have someone in your life. I know the last year in high school was horrible for you."

"Thanks and I know I didn't do much to make my situation better."

Jackie ate some of her pastry and then said, "Dressing like a skank and acting like an asshole didn't make fitting in any easier. I guess it was a way to deal with the anger of losing my friends in Boston."

Jenny had thought long and hard how to tell her daughter what she was about to tell her now. She cleared her throat, and said. "Jackie, I want you to listen to me carefully now. Uncle Luke is coming later today and he will stay with us for the weekend."

"Cool, I haven't seen him in a long time. I think it was at my graduation."

"Yeah, well, the reason he is coming is to talk with your dad and you about what happened."

Jackie put down her coffee cup with a loud noise. "Why? Why did you tell him?"

The people around them looked at them and Jenny put her hand on her daughter's. "Calm down and I'll tell you."

Jackie couldn't believe her mom had told Luke. She took a couple of deep breaths and then nodded. "Go ahead."

Jenny leaned in closer. "When I turned twenty, Luke had sex with me in my parent's kitchen."




Mom was Wrong, Again



"No way. Uncle Luke?"

"Yes, he didn't rape me. I put up a little resistance, but then for some odd reason it felt OK, and I went along with it."

Jackie almost giggled, but managed to keep control. She cleared her throat. "Mom, did he ever do it again?"

"No, it was only that one time."

"Excuse me, but I don't see how he could help Dad and me. Help us with what, exactly? We both know what we did was wrong, and we have talked about it and left it behind us. I am with Trent and I'm sure Dad wants to be with you."

"I'm afraid that you two might do it again, and I want Luke to explain how he could manage the situation between him and me."

"C'mon, he lives some three hundred miles from here, no wonder he can control it."

Jenny drank the last of her coffee. "Sure, but he has been to visit us I don't know how many times over the years and he has never put a hand on me."

Or me, thought Jackie. Now that her mom mentioned it, she remembered a few times when Luke had given her strange looks over the years. One time, she came out of the bathroom, when they lived in Boston; he was outside waiting for her and he gave her a quick look and had said: "Oh, you are budding just fine." 

Her boobs had grown over the summer and she figured he referred to them, but at that age, she didn't quite get the meaning of the comment. Then he had insisted she would sit on his lap even though she was in her late teens. It had made her feel uncomfortable but she didn't want to make a scene. The more she thought about it, the surer she became that Luke had been trying to groom her ever since she was a little kid. 

"Mom, I don't think it's a good idea that he is coming."

They were out on the sidewalk going back to where Jenny had parked the car. "Nonsense, it will be good for both of you to talk to him."

On the drive back Jackie decided she had to tell her father about what she had remembered. He would know what to do.

Peter was outside when he saw Jenny's car drive up the street. He put the garbage in the bin and walked up the driveway.

When Jackie stepped out and smiled at him, he was glad his cock didn't react. "Hi, honey. How was the flight?"

"Fine, thank you."

Jenny walked past her husband and into the house. Jackie followed, and took him under his arm and they went inside. As soon as he had closed the door, and Jackie had made sure Jenny was not close by, she said. "Did you know Uncle Luke is coming?"

Peter was surprised. "No, I had no idea."

In a whisper Jackie explained her mother's plan. When she had finished Peter shook his head. "That's just crazy."

"I know, and I will tell you something else. When she told me about what he did to her that summer I remembered Luke looking at me in strange ways over the years. I am not sure, but I think he had the hots for me."

Who wouldn't, thought Peter, but said: "This is a disaster. What do you think we should do"?

Jackie looked at her father. "That's what I was going to ask you."

"I have no idea, I guess we have to play along, and see what happens."

Jenny was in the kitchen making a cup of tea. She could hear her husband and daughter talking in the hallway, but couldn't hear what they said. She figured Jackie had told Peter about Uncle Luke. She decided it was time to take the bull by its horns. "Could you both come in here," she called out.

Peter came in first, followed by Jackie. Jenny was leaning against the sink sipping from her cup. "Have a seat," she said, pointing at the kitchen table.

When they were seated, she put her cup down in the sink, but didn't sit down. From where she was, she could watch them both, it gave her a feeling of power.

"I have decided to give you a chance, Peter. I love you, but what you did to Jackie, or better, what you both did, was wrong, and it hurt me. I know I should have seen through it all and put a stop to it earlier. Maybe I should have gone to the police, I just don't know."

At the word "police", she saw how Peter hunkered down, and Jackie swallowed. She continued. "Uncle Luke is coming today, and he is going to talk to both of you about how he managed to control his urges."

Peter couldn't help himself. "Do you think that's such a good idea? Jackie just told me she thought Luke has given her looks over the years."

"He is a good man, a strong man, and I know he can help."

"Please Mom, I am telling you. He was acting weird around me when I was younger, and I would hate it if something happened.

"Like what? You are not god's gift to men, they can resist you."

Before she had uttered the last word Jenny scorned herself. It was a comment like that which had started everything the previous spring. "I'm sorry, Jackie. I didn't mean it that way. All I am saying is that I think he can help."

Peter got up and left the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Jenny called.

He didn't answer and then Jackie got up and left too.

Luke arrived in a taxi just after dark. When he had paid, and it had left, he stood a while outside the two story house and looked at it. Inside were two women who he would love to stick his cock into, and the only thing that stopped him was Peter. He was sure they would go along with him if he just got them alone. He needed Peter out of the house for a while.

When he rang the bell it was Jackie who opened the door. He looked at her and the only thing that went through his mind was how much he needed to fuck her.

"Hi Jackie, how are you?"

"Fine Uncle Luke, please come in."

He left his suitcase in the hallway and hung his jacket on a hook on the wall. Then Jackie followed him inside. He was dressed in pressed jeans and a flannel shirt. He smelled of cheap aftershave and his hair was shiny with gel. He was neither fat nor skinny, but had that trailer trash look to him, even though he lived in an apartment.

Jenny gave her uncle a hug and asked him to sit. Jackie came in behind him and opened the fridge. "Do you want a beer?"

"Yeah, thanks."

She took out two and handed him one. He took several long sips and then put it down on the table. "Where is Peter?"

Jackie hung by the fridge and let her mother do the talking. "He went out for some groceries, and should be back any minute."

"OK. Meanwhile, why doesn't Jackie tell me how things are at college?"

All through the evening there was tension in the air. Peter hovered close by Jackie and Luke was overly polite. Jenny watched the three of them and felt that something was off. The topics changed from Jackie's education to Peter's and Jenny's work to Luke's lack of a girlfriend. At one time Jackie asked him straight out what he expected in a woman.

"That my dear, is a good question. I think the best way to put it is she should be a lady in the street and a hooker at home." He laughed and spilled some of his beer on his chest.

Jackie had noticed her uncle had put away a twelve pack since he had arrived. Not that she had anything against drinking, but he had become ruder in the way he spoke.

"I don't think that is a possibility," said Peter.

"Why not?" said Luke.

"I think a woman is the way she is, whether she is in open society or in her bed."

"Bullshit. I know plenty of women who act innocent in public, but are horny fuck dolls at home."

Jackie couldn't help herself. "Name one."

Luke drank the last of his beer and got out of the chair he was sitting in. On his way to the kitchen, he put his hand on Jenny's shoulder. "Your mom, for example."

"Hey, you are in my house, and I demand you respect my wife," said Peter, his face flushed.

"Oh, C'mon Peter. Who are you to talk? You fuck your daughter."

Before he had a chance to respond, Jackie put her hand on his, and Luke disappeared into the kitchen.

"We need to get him out of here, Jenny," said Peter, looking at his wife.

Jenny was shocked. She had not expected Luke to behave this way. She knew he liked to drink, but she had thought he would control himself. When he came back with another beer and had sat down, she said. "Luke, you are in our house, and we invited you here. Please show some respect."

He drank some beer, burped loudly and leaned forward. "Listen to me carefully, Jenny. Your family is fucked up. A lot more so than ours ever was. Sure, I did you in the kitchen once, that's it. Peter has been doing Jackie for what, five months, or more? All I am saying is that ever since you were young, you had an air of innocence about you, but I could see through that. I saw the young horny nymph hiding behind the innocent eyes."

Jackie got pissed off. "Hey, asshole. What my dad and I did was wrong, and we have accepted that and are trying to move on. You can't just come in here and tell us what you think is going on. My mother is a good person, and both my father and I are very sorry for having hurt her."

Luke drank some more beer, and then said. "Fair enough, but let me ask Peter something. Why did you fuck your daughter?"

"You don't have to answer that," said Jenny.

"It's OK, I will answer," said Peter and continued. "I was confused, I was stressed, and Jackie at the time sent out certain signals, that I might or might not have misinterpreted."

Luke nodded his head slowly, and drank some more. "What you are saying is that one day, you woke up and Jackie happened to prance around in her panties and you thought it would be a good idea to stick your pecker in her?"

Jackie giggled. She knew her uncle was almost right.

"What was that, my dear?" asked Luke, and looked at her.

"Oh, nothing. It just sounded funny, the way you said it," she answered.

"Funny? You think it is funny that you had sex with your father?" said Jenny.

"No Mom, I don't. All I said is that sounded funny the way Luke said it."

Peter was sweating. He did not like where this was going. Luke had been too close to the truth, and he wasn't sure it was pure luck or if Jenny had told him how it all had started. 

Luke leaned back in his chair, and said. "What I think happened was similar to what happened to me and your mother. Peter had been checking you out over the last year or two. You turned from a young girl to a young woman, then maybe he saw you, or heard you talking to a boy on the phone, and he figured he had as much right as the other guy to get into your panties."

"Yes! That is exactly what happened," said Jenny and told Luke about the time she and Peter had found Jackie in her room giving a guy a blowjob.

"See. Imagine Peter walking in on that seen, seeing his innocent young daughter sucking a cock. That would be hard to swallow, so to say. I can almost understand how he might think he has more right to Jackie than any guy."

"Fuck you Luke, that is not how I felt at the time," said Peter.

"Really, and how did you feel?" said Jenny.

"I felt bad, I felt like I hadn't protected her."

"C'mon Dad, I was eighteen at the time, and just so you know, that cock was not the first one, I had already been with other guys before that happened."

"Jesus, what is wrong with her?" exclaimed Jenny, throwing her arms up in the air.

"What are you saying, Jackie?" said Peter.

"I used to be with guys three or four times a week when we lived in Boston. Some were my age, and some were older. I liked sex, well, I still do."

Luke was feeling good. The beer had done its work and he enjoyed hearing and listening to the others argue. He had already made his point. 

"OK. Calm down everyone. It's good that you get the old stuff out, but it's more important that we deal with the present. I would like to do what I call 'The cock test'."

"What's that?" asked Jenny.

It's quite simply a test to see if a man is attracted to a woman or not. Jackie, I want you to undress until you are in your panties, and take the bra off. Peter, you take your clothes off and stay in your underwear."

"I'm not doing this," said Peter.

"Neither am I," said Jackie.

Jenny looked at both of them in turn. "Yes, you are. I want to make sure my husband can keep his dick in control around you."

"Fine," said Jackie and undressed.

Luke loved what he was seeing. Under her pants she wore a black thong with a lace border; she had a matching bra that Jackie put on the table in front of the sofa. She covered her boobs with her arms, but Luke saw that they were full and looked firm. When Peter was standing in his black boxers, Luke said. "Good. Peter, step really close to Jackie, and I want you to slide your fingers down your dad's tummy."

Jenny leaned in. There was tension in the air. She watched intently as Jackie's fingers moved from Peter's chest down towards his boxers.

Peter looked into his daughter's eyes, and he knew that she knew he wouldn't pass the test. When her fingers passed his navel, he felt how his shaft began to fill with blood and before he could utter a world, Jenny said. "Oh my god, he is getting a hard on."

Jackie looked down and saw her dad's shorts coming away from his body and then his cockhead popped up above the lining.

"Shit, I'm so sorry Dad," she said, and stepped away.

"Peter! You promised," said Jenny, with disappointment in her voice.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. It's not my fault. Any man would get an erection in a situation like this."

Luke stood up. "No Peter, they wouldn't. I will show you."

He walked over to where Jackie was standing and pulled down his pants. He had green boxers with Christmas trees on them. "Jackie, do to me what you did to your dad."

"No, that's nasty."

"Humor me, will you."

Just to be able to prove that her dad was right, she stepped up to Luke and ran her fingers down slowly from his chest towards his cock. When she reached the lining of his boxers, nothing had happened.

"See, there is nothing to it. She is my family, and therefore nothing happens."

Jackie was so surprised she quickly ran her fingers up and down one more time, same result, nothing. This made her dad look like a horny old goat, and she didn't like it.

"It doesn't prove anything," she said.

"Fair enough, Jenny, come over here and you do it."

"But Luke.."

"Don't worry, you will be fine."

Jenny came over to where he and Jackie were standing and did the same thing, and the result was the same, nothing happened in Luke's boxers. He pulled up his pants and went back to his chair and drank the last of his beer. "Jackie, bring me a beer from the fridge please, and you might want to put your clothes back on again, or your dad will get blue balls."

Peter got dressed and left them. He walked up the stairs, brushed his teeth and went to bed. He would have a talk with Jenny the next morning, before Luke or Jackie was awake.

Jackie left a few minutes after her dad. She was pissed at her mother, pissed at Luke and over all pissed at herself. She got undressed and after going to the bathroom got into bed and lay there thinking. How the heck didn't Luke get a hard on? Was he impotent or did he have that much self control? If only she could prove to her mother, again, that all men were the same, then she could get her dad off the hook. 

While she lay there thinking she remembered the vibrator she had bought and wondered if it was still under the bed. She hadn't bothered to take it with her to college, figuring it would give her motivation to find a man and with him a real cock. She fumbled under her bed with her hand and smiled when she found the toy. To her surprise it still worked, she had thought the batteries would have died.

Spreading her legs slightly, she let the rubber cock slide up and down her slit until she was moist and then slid it in all the way. She turned it up and closed her eyes as the vibrations brought her to one orgasm after another. By the time she was ready to sleep her body was wet from perspiration and she had a stupid grin on her face.

Luke watched his niece where she sat in the armchair reading. Since Peter and Jackie had left they had not spoken a word. He had turned on the TV and watched some sports and she was working on something on her laptop. He watched her and was amazed how little she had changed over the years. Her skin was still taught and her hair had no gray in it. She used a pair of reading glasses that made her look professional instead of old. She was dressed in a plain skirt and a blouse, something simple. Her skirt had ridden up and showed some of her thigh where she sat with her legs under her. Luke licked his lips, his cock was coming awake. He wondered if it was too early to make a move, or if he could get away with it.

"I know you are watching me," she suddenly said, without looking up.

"What?"

"You heard me, I can feel your eyes on me."

Luke chuckled. "What can I say, you still look good Jenny."

She looked at him over the laptop. "I know I look good, but make no mistake, you are not here to fuck me. You are here to help me."

"Oh, C'mon, don't be such a bore. I know you liked it the first time and I am sure you'd like it a second time, and a third."

She closed the laptop and put it on the table between them. "What makes you think that?"

"Well, first of all. You never complained, and never told a soul what happened that day."

"Maybe I was ashamed, and I didn't want the whole world to know."

"Or, maybe you liked it and were too ashamed to accept it."

She stretched her arms above her head and twisted left and right. "Do you know what I think?"

"No."

"I think you are over sexed and because you can't get any woman into bed, you live in the past. You can't get over what happened and want to relive it every day."

Luke drank some of his beer and slowly nodded his head when he put the bottle on the table. "Yeah, maybe you are right. I don't have much luck with women. To be honest with you, it has been over a year since I got laid the last time, not so much as a blowjob."

"I don't get it. If it's so hard why don't you call a girl, there are plenty of escort services out there."

"Oh, so now you are promoting prostitution?"

She laughed. "No, I don't, I just think it's sad that a man has to sit at home reminiscing over something that happened a long time ago, and not getting laid."

They were quiet for a while, and then Luke said, "What about a quick blowjob, C'mon Jenny, be a sport."

"No, I will not."

"Maybe Jackie would?" he said, with a grin.

"You bastard, leave her alone. She has enough trouble as it is and she doesn't need you to make it worse."

"Sorry, it was just a thought."

Jenny went into the kitchen and refilled her wine glass and when she came back, she saw Luke slowly stroking his hard on. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm jerking off, but you don't have to do anything, just sit down and be quiet."

"Stop it."

He kept watching her while stroking his shaft slowly. He figured that as long as he didn't try to do anything with her she would stay.

Jenny watched her uncle masturbating. It was a sad sight, a grown man having to satisfy himself by watching his niece, she thought. His cockhead was dark red and in the light from the lamp behind him she could see pre cum glistering on the tip of his glans. She remembered him being big because it had hurt when he entered her. 

"Do you like it?" he said.

She came out of her daydreaming. "No, why should I?"

"Because you are staring at it."

"I wasn't."

"Yes, you were and you still are."

Jenny blushed, he was right, she couldn't take her eyes off his fat cock. She got up to leave, but he said. "C'mon, it's OK. You can touch it, for old time's sake."

Jenny was about to say something, when it hit her. Her brain was working hard thanks to all the wine she had had. Maybe this was the best way to get back at Peter. What if she let him know that Luke had fucked her in their own living room? That way he would taste the anger and frustration she had. But then again, it was not right. She might as well fuck any guy and tell him about it. No, that would be wrong. Then she would just be a two timing wife. If she had sex with Luke, she would be an incestuous two timing wife. It sounded better, she thought. She looked at her half empty wine glass. One more and then to bed, she thought.




Mom was Wrong, Again



When she came back again from the kitchen Luke had pulled down his pants a bit further. She guessed to get more comfortable. He had stopped jerking off and just sat there with his cock hanging out. It was semi hard and he was drinking his beer watching TV.

Fuck it, she thought.

Luke looked up when she approached him. "Hi there."

"Shut up, and let's get this over with."

"Whatever you say."

She knelt between his legs and took his cock in her hand. It hardened in her grip and she slowly began to stroke him up and down. He was thicker than Peter and about the same length. She looked up at him and he was smiling back at her. "C'mon, Jenny. Let me fuck you."

She sighed and got up. Then she hiked up her skirt and straddled him. Using her right hand, she slid her hand between her legs and moved her panty to the side and felt how his cock was pushing against her. When she lowered herself Luke sighed and closed his eyes.

She rode him fast, because she didn't want to take any unnecessary risks. As she suspected he was on his way to come in a mere minutes. She got off him and finished him off with her hand. When he squirted his load she made sure it all landed on his tummy and shirt. She wiped her hand on his trousers and left.

Luke sat there breathing hard. One down, one to go, he thought.

Peter was awake when Jenny came to bed. He had been thinking about what had happened and felt like shit. 

"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean for it to happen. You have to believe me."

Jenny sighed. Her head was spinning from the wine, and she felt bad and good at the same time for what she had done with Luke. "We can talk about it tomorrow, go to sleep."

When Jenny woke up the next day she had a splitting headache and her stomach threatened violent eruption. She closed her eyes and lay as still as possible. It took her a while to realize she was alone in bed. She moved her hand over to Peter's side and found it cold. He must have been up for a while. 

Then the guilt hit her. What had she done? What was wrong with her? She began to sob quietly and tears ran down onto the sheets. She pulled the pillow from under her head and put it over her face. She was a sick woman, a nasty piece of work that deserved to be alone in the world. She was a hypocrite and a liar. She was scum, not worthy of a daughter like Jackie and a husband like Peter. At least they had confronted their mistakes and wanted to leave it behind them. She sat on her high horse condemning them, yet now she was no better -- and in fact a lot worse - than them. She cried herself to sleep.

"Where is Mom?" asked Jackie when she walked into the kitchen.

Peter looked up from the paper at his daughter. Seven months ago, she would have come in wearing panties and a bra. Now she was dressed in a pair of jeans and a T shirt. 

"I guess she is still in bed, I just came in after a run."

Jackie turned to Luke, who was eating bacon and eggs. "Have you seen her?"

"No, not since last night. But after you guys left, she had more than a bottle of wine by herself, so she might feel a bit under the weather today."

"Mom doesn't usually drink that much," said Jackie, while pouring a mug of coffee.

Luke shrugged his shoulders. "She has a lot on her mind, I guess. Maybe it's a way to find some release."

Or she is feeling guilty about sucking my cock last night and riding me like a little cowgirl, he thought.

They had breakfast in silence and when she had finished Jackie decided to go up and see how her mother was doing.

"Can I come in?" she asked, after knocking.

There was no answer so she knocked again. After waiting a minute she opened the door and walked in.

Her mother was lying on the bed with a pillow over her face, snoring loudly. Jackie smelt alcohol in the air so she went over to the window and opened it. The cold air rushed in and she shivered. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to Jenny. Putting a hand on her shoulder, she said. "Mom, wake up."

Jenny moved a little. "Mom, C'mon, wake up. Come downstairs and have some breakfast, it will make you feel better."

"Leave me alone, I am not fit to be a mother," said a muffled voice from under the pillow.

"What are you talking about? You are a great mom."

"No, I am a hypocrite, a sick woman, I am a horrible person."

Jackie had no idea what her mother was talking about. "Take the pillow off your face and let's talk about it."

"No, just leave me alone. Go back to college, spend time with Trent, and forget about me."

"You are being ridiculous." Jackie pulled the pillow off her face. Jenny's red rimmed eyes looked back at her. "Rough night, Mom"?

"Oh, Jackie." Jenny began to cry. Her body shook with convulsions and she sobbed loudly. Jackie leaned down and held her in her arms and after a few minutes she calmed down enough that Jackie dared to say. "Tell me, what happened?"

Jenny sobbed a few times and then told her everything that had happened after they had gone to bed. When she finished Jackie just stared at her mother.

"I know I am a horrible person. I understand if you don't want to see me ever again."

Jackie took a deep breath. "It's OK, Mom, I don't blame you, and I still love you."

"Why are you so nice to me?"

"Because I know what happened to you. It's the same that happened to me and Dad, after that first time."

"What?"

"I didn't like to have sex with Dad, because he was a good lover, it was because it was prohibited, it was taboo. It was the excitement of doing something utterly forbidden. That was what turned me on."

"But, I did it with Luke because I was drunk."

"Maybe, but I think that deep inside you, the memory of that first time was buried deep and with the drink it came out and your body just went along."

Jenny sat up and Jackie helped her put her pillow behind her back. "What you need to do is to go downstairs and face Luke."

"No, I could never do that."

"Why not?"

"Because he has too much control over me, I am weak around him."

"Why? He didn't force you last night. All he did was show you his cock, and you went for it. You are in control, not him."

Jenny rubbed her eyes. "How come you are so smart?"

Jackie giggled. "I guess I analyzed what happened with Dad and me."

Jenny thought for a while, and then said. "Would you do it again?"

"Do what?"

"Be with your dad."

Jackie turned her head and looked out the window. There were clouds in the sky and a weak autumn sun tried to break through. When she looked back at her mother, she said. "Maybe, I don't know."

"But why? You have a boyfriend, why would you even consider being with Peter again."

"It's hard to explain. I guess we have a special bond now, a deep secret that only a few people know, and it excites me. I wouldn't try to seduce him, but I think that if he tried to come on to me, I would accept him."

"God, what has come of this family?" moaned Jenny, and closed her eyes.

"C'mon Mom, it could be worse."

"How could it possibly get worse?"

"It could be un-consensual, I could be pregnant, and I could have committed suicide."

Jenny opened her eyes again. "Yeah, I guess you are right."

"Get up, I'll wait for you downstairs."

Peter looked up when he saw movement in the doorway leading to the kitchen. He was reading the sports pages. Jackie had come back a while earlier and had said Jenny was on her way down. When he saw her he noticed his wife was newly showered and dressed in slacks and a polo sweater. She had makeup and looked very good.

"Good morning, honey. How's the hangover?"

"I won't have any wine for a while," said Jenny and poured a big glass of OJ.

"You are looking fantastic today," said Luke.

She turned to him, and then looked at Peter and finally at Jackie, who nodded her head. Then she turned back to Luke, and said. "Just because we had sex last night doesn't mean you have any control over me."

There was a long silence, and then Luke said. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"What is wrong with you, Jenny?" said Peter, who had put down his paper.

"I sucked his cock last night and then we fucked," she said.

"It's the truth. She had a moment of relapse because of the wine and she and Luke did it on the sofa," said Jackie with a grin.

"You fucking bastard!" screamed Peter, and flew out of his chair.

Before Luke had a chance to move he found himself on the floor with Peter's foot on his throat. "I'll fucking kill you right now," he hissed through clenched teeth.

Jackie got up and kneeled next to Luke. She put her hand on his crotch and found his balls. Then she squeezed. Because Peter was pressing down hard on his throat, Luke couldn't make any sounds, but his watering eyes said it all.

"When I let go of your nuts, you are going to get your bag, and leave. If you ever come back, I will let my dad kill you, and then we will bury you in the backyard. No one will come looking for you," said Jackie.

"Peter, let go of him," said Jenny.

Reluctantly Peter let go and Luke crawled into the hallway and into the guest room. He came out less than a minute later holding his suitcase.

"Get the fuck out. There is a nice two hour walk to the airport, it will do you good," said Jenny, holding the entrance door open.

They watched Luke walk down the street slowly, holding his suitcase in one hand and his nuts in the other. When he had disappeared, Peter closed the door and they went inside.

" That went well," said Jackie.

Jenny hugged Peter. "I'm so sorry, Peter. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Shh, don't worry. All I want is to be with you."

She looked up at him and smiled. "Forget the divorce, I think this entire episode has taught me a lesson, and I still love you."

Jenny watched her parents and then said. "I'm going out. You guys talk and get this shit cleared between you. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

When she got into her dad's pick up, she smiled. Everything was back to normal. Her parents would not get a divorce, she would go back to Trent the next day and that was the end of it. She felt good and decided to do some shopping. 

She drove to the mall and parked close to an entrance. It had begun to snow and the fluffy flakes covered her shoulders and hair before she got inside.

She walked aimlessly for a while and then stopped by the food court for a coffee. Someone had left a brochure about the new stores that had opened and she flicked through it. A new shop for lingerie had opened and she thought it would be nice to buy something. She knew how much Trent appreciated sexy underwear.

After looking around for a while she found the shop and walked in. There were a few other women in there and only one attendant. She browsed the inventory and found what she was looking for, a complete set in lace. Stockings, garter belt, thong and a bra. It came in either white or black and she took some time in deciding. If it had been summer she would have chosen the white version, since her skin would be tanned, but in the end she went with the black. She chose one cup size too small, so her boobs would swell out. After she had paid she walked around a while longer and then headed to the exit.

Jenny was straddling Peter in their bed. His cock was pressing against her slit and she was slowly stroking him. "Please, let me inside," he moaned.

"Not yet, I want to enjoy this. It has been such a long time."

"Mm, what, five, six months?"

"At least. You know, you have a beautiful cock."

Peter opened his eyes, and looked at his wife. "Thank you and you have beautiful boobs."

He leaned forwards a bit and took them in his hands. Her nipples were big and hard. He played with them and pinched them a little until he heard her moan. She let go of his cock and adjusted her position.

"Oh, that is hot and wet," he said.

Jenny leaned forward and supported herself by putting her hands on his chest. "Mm, it is, and you fill me up, honey."

She rode him slowly for a while, and then she said. "Do you want to fuck me from behind?"

"Oh, such dirty words," he said with a grin.

She giggled. "Yeah, why not? This is a new beginning for us, so why not start out good."

"Sure, I would love to fuck you from behind."

When he was in position, he grabbed her hips and plunged into her. "Oh, wow, that is deep," she moaned.

He fucked her with a steady rhythm, his skin smashing into hers and as their orgasms built, he had an idea. "Could I fuck you in the ass?"

Jenny looked over her shoulder, his eyes were half closed, and she had that look that said, do anything to me. "Yeah, fuck me there."

He slid out of her and slowly pressed his cockhead against her tight hole.

Jenny gasped when he pressed himself inside her. It must have been in the beginning of their relationship the last time he fucked her like this, she thought. In the beginning they had done it everywhere and all the time. He would fuck her against the sink, in the garden, in the bed, even in the car. What had happened, she thought? Then she gave up that train of thought because he was thrusting into her hard. She found her clit with her hand and rubbed it hard using a couple of fingers, her orgasm growing.

Jackie came home and walked up the stairs wearing the new earbuds in her ears. She had stopped on the way home and bought a new and better pair. She liked to listen to music while she ran or was in the gym. She would make a playlist in her phone and just relax. She hummed the tune that was playing and made a few dancing steps before she entered her room. While still listening to the music she undressed and put on the set she had bought. When she was ready, she decided to show her mom and walked out and down the hall to her parent's bedroom. She had seen that the TV was on downstairs and had figured her dad was watching it.

Without knocking on the door she walked in, and said. "Look what I have bought. Do you think Trent will like it?"

She stopped in her tracks, because on the bed in front of her was her parents, and she wasn't sure what they were doing at first. Then she realized they were in a sixty-nine position. Her mom's ass was pointed right at her and her father was lying under it, licking her pussy.

"Oh god, I am so sorry," she said, and began to walk backwards.

They didn't say anything, so she stopped. All she heard was the slurping sound of oral sex. She grinned and said in a louder voice. "Hello, I am back."

Her father stopped licking and lowered his head, and said. "Oh, this is embarrassing. We will be out shortly."

"No reason to hurry because of me, I'll be downstairs."

When she had closed the door, Jenny moaned. "C'mon, finish me off."

Peter went back to sucking and licking her clit, until her thighs squeezed his head and she came. He did the same a few seconds later and to his pleasure he felt how Jenny swallowed it. It had been a long time since she had done that.

Jackie was flipping through a magazine in the living room when her parents came down half an hour later. They were both wearing bathrobes and Jackie could smell soap in the air.

"I'm so sorry I walked in on you like that. I had my ear-buds, and I didn't hear a thing before I saw you."

"It's OK, it's not like if you were twelve," said Jenny, and sat down next to her daughter.

Peter sat down opposite, in an armchair.

"What did you want?" said Jenny.

"Oh, look," Jackie stood up, "I just bought this set. I thought Trent would like it." She turned slowly in a circle.

"Oh, that is so cute, I'm sure he will love it," said Jenny.

"It looks great on you. Trent is a lucky man," added her father.

Jenny touched the lace and let her fingers run over the garter belt down along the stockings. "Wow, it is so soft." 

"Isn't it? Look, the front of the thong is so thin that you can see the skin under it," she turned towards Jenny and stepped closer.

Her mother let a finger run over the lace, and to her surprise she found it exciting. She didn't want her to stop. The sight of her mother being licked had turned her on.

She is so hot, thought Jenny and let another finger touch the lace. When it did, she noticed that her daughter drew in her breath. Something in Jenny's mind made her say, "Peter, you need to feel this."

"OK."

Jackie walked over to her dad, who touched the lace at the front, just above her pussy. "Yeah, it's amazingly soft."

Jenny grinned. "Not the lace, don't you feel the heat?"

Peter touched his daughter again. "Wow, she is boiling."

"Mm, I think our daughter is a bit horny."

Jackie looked down at her dad, and she knew what was going to happen next, and when it did she smiled at him.

Peter pulled aside the flap of his robe and his cock was visible. Like a mouse drawn to cheese Jackie knelt between his legs and opened her mouth, and then she closed it again. She turned to her mother. "Can I?"

Jenny nodded. "Sure you can."

Peter watched as his daughter's lips opened and then slid over his cockhead, beginning their journey up and down his shaft.

Jenny sat back and watched. It looked beautiful she thought, father and daughter, together. She realizes she was wet and rubbed her clit a little before getting up and kneeling behind Jackie.

When her fingers found her wet pussy through the lace she sighed. She leaned forward and kissed her daughters back, and then she slid two fingers inside her pussy.

Jackie couldn't believe what was happening. She was having sex with both her parents at the same time. Her mother's fingers were driving her crazy and her fathers cock filled up her mouth. She wanted more, and pulled away.

"Dad, fuck me from behind, I want to taste Mommy."

Jenny gasped when her daughter's tongue began to play over her clit, and when her fingers spread her open and she felt the tip of the tongue probing inside her a deep moan came out of her mouth. 

Peter was deep inside Jackie, fucking her slowly, while watching his daughter lick his wife. It was just too much, he felt his balls contract and he pulled out and jerked off. His cum landed on Jackie's back, but a few drops made it all the way to Jenny's boobs. When the hot drops hit her skin, Jenny opened her eyes and smiled up at her husband. 

"Honey, I think we will be OK. I'm sure we can save this family."

"So do I, my dear. What do you think, Jackie?"

"Oh, leave her alone, she likes it and I love it."

Peter pulled out of Jackie and walked around, and offered his wet cock to his wife. Jenny took him in her mouth and savored the taste of her daughter.

This is not normal, but as long as no one knows, why stop a good thing, thought Jackie as her mother's thighs closed around her head and she heard her moan out her orgasm.



Mom Was Wrong



"I just want you to be happy."

"I'm OK, just leave it that."

She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. When she walked out Peter breathed in through his nose. He knew that smell; he had smelt it enough times on his own fingers. It was the sweet smell of pussy. Had Jackie been masturbating before dinner? He went back to the dishes and while looking out through the kitchen window, he wondered how she did it. Did she use one or two fingers? Was she just rubbing her clit or did she stick a finger or two inside her cunt? His cock rose and when it was pushing against the counter, he came back to his senses and thought, oh my god. What am I doing? Deep inside, he knew; he was getting turned on by fantasizing about his daughter masturbating. A chill ran down his spine. Was it normal? Did other dads do the same thing?" He decided to do some research later, when Jenny and Jackie had gone to bed.

Jenny was watching her husband and daughter while they talked. There was something about Peter's behavior that she recognized. She hadn't seen it in a long time, but she remembered it very well.

The last time she had seen that look on a man's face was on her twentieth birthday and the man in question had been her uncle Luke. He was her mother's brother and only ten years older than her. 

She had been in the kitchen in her parent's home and it was a hot summer's day. She had splashed some water in her face from the faucet and tapped her chest with the cool liquid. Outside in the garden her parents and several cousins, aunts and uncles had been drinking and eating. She turned around and found Luke standing a few feet behind her.

"Hi Luke, what are you looking for?"

He was a big man, at least a head taller than her and hard from farm work. That day he was dressed in his best suit and a baseball cap. His face was shaved and he smelled of cheap aftershave.

"I was looking for you."

"Oh, and what did you want to tell me?"

He took a step closer and she could see he was looking at the people outside. "I just wanted to say happy birthday and tell you that you look very pretty in that dress."

Jenny had blushed, but she didn't know why. They had known each other forever. Luke lived only a mile away and they had spent days playing as kids. But when he gave her that compliment, it had made her feel special. She had never dated a boy her age or any other for that matter. There weren't many around to tell the truth. Growing up in rural Arkansas did not make for socializing.

Luke took another step and now he was so close she could smell his breath. He had been drinking beer all morning. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her closer. 

"What are you doing?" she said, knowing what was about to happen.

He kissed her and at first she tried to pull away, but he was stronger and held on to her. When he pressed his body hard against her, she felt something against her leg and it took a minute for her to realize what it was and when she did, she almost screamed. Then he put a hand on her boob and massaged it slowly, and suddenly the need to scream wasn't that urgent. Instead, she kind of liked his kiss and his hand on her boob. She kissed him back and his hand moved down from her tit to her hip and then his other followed suit. Before she knew it he had pulled up her thin summer dress exposing her panties. 

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

"What I have wanted to do for a long time."

He looked at her and in his face, she saw lust, pure uncensored lust, and she couldn't blame him. She wanted it too, so she pulled him closer and kissed him again.

Luke lifted her up on the counter next to the sink and pulled her skirt up and her panties to the side. She watched as he opened his pants and they dropped to the floor. When he pulled out his cock, her eyes went wide and she almost giggled. She was a virgin, but she had heard the girls in school talk about boys and Uncle Luke, he was a man.

When he entered her, she yelped and closed her eyes. The pain rushed up through her body, but quickly disappeared when he grabbed her buttocks and began to fuck her right there on the counter. She put her hands around his neck and held on for dear life. She buried her face in his neck. She didn't come that first time, but he did. He pulled out and jerked off. His juice landed on her knees and thighs. When he was done, he found a towel and gave it to her.

"Clean up, I have to go before our parents or someone else walks in."

She sat there, on the counter, her pussy aching and she was confused. She wiped the cum off her skin, pulled down her dress and jumped down on the floor.

The look on Peter's face had been exactly the same as uncle Luke's that day. Lust. He was lusting for their daughter and she knew it. The question was, what should she do about it? Peter didn't know about what had happened with Luke that summer day. He only knew Luke as a fun guy who would come by once a month, have a few beers and shoot some loops in the backyard. Sometimes he and Peter would go out and come home dead drunk. Luke would pass out on the sofa while Peter made his way back to his bed and Jenny. 

Jackie was good looking, even though she dressed oddly and had an attitude. Jenny was sure she had fucked more than one guy, especially after she had caught her sucking cock back in Boston. She had to accept the fact that her daughter was a horny slut, and there was nothing she could do about it. The question was, should she let her husband do what he clearly wanted to do, fuck Jackie?

After dinner the three of them sat down in front of the TV. Jenny was doing some work on her laptop and Peter was reading the paper. Jackie watched a reality show with big breasted bimbos and hard bodied young men. The accumulated IQ of the ten actors was less than her shoe size, she thought.

Peter flipped another page in the paper and looked at his daughter. She was sitting cross legged in her favorite chair. Her shorts were so tight he could see the outline of her pussy. She must have forgotten to put on her panties after she masturbated, he thought. His cock was rising to the occasion and he adjusted it with his hand as delicately he could. Jenny was sitting across from him watching her computer screen. He wished she would go to bed now, and that she would take Jackie with her. His thoughts were driving him crazy and he needed to know who else out there had the same dirty thoughts he had.

Jackie found the show boring and decided to give her new toy another go. She said good night to her parents and went up to her room. When the door was locked, she undressed and lay down on the bed, she reached under it and found the vibrator where she had hidden it before. Once in her hand, she didn't waste any time and turned it on to maximum speed. When the tip touched her clit, she moaned and spread her legs wider.

When Jackie had said goodnight Jenny watched her husband. His eyes were glued on her as she walked up the stairs. The horny basted wanted her, she thought. That was OK. Who was she to complain after what had happened with Uncle Luke? She had turned into a normal woman with a degree and a good job. Sure, she had been fucked by her uncle but that hadn't changed who she was. She saved her work and went online to see if she could find something that might help her.

Peter closed his eyes and thought about Jackie's firm ass. He loved the way she walked and when she had walked upstairs, her hips had moved just right. Turning to another page in his paper he peeked over it and saw that Jenny was looking intensely at something on her laptop.

"Everything OK, dear?"

She sat back and rubbed her eyes. "I was just checking something on the internet and the letters were so small. I think I am going to bed now."

She clicked out off the incest forum she had been reading. It had been interesting and quite shocking. She had no idea that there were forums for these people. They even interchanged photos of their family members. She put the computer back in its bag and stood. "I'm going to bed, honey. I'll see you in a while."

Peter put down the paper and smiled at her. "Sure, I'll just check the financial news on the internet and I'll be right with you."

As soon as he heard the door to his bedroom close Peter was up and walking to the hall were he kept his laptop in his briefcase. 

He tuned it on and while it booted up, he went into the kitchen and refilled his drink.

He sat and stared at the screen for a few minutes and then clicked on the search engine and typed a few lines. He quickly found two incest boards and he chose one of them. He needed to become a member so he created a fake email address and then applied to the board. Five minutes later he was reading other peoples fantasies and supposedly real experiences. He searched the board with the words father/daughter and got a few hits. He thought he heard something from upstairs so he clicked over to another page where he had a news site. No one came down so he clicked back to the incest site and began to read. After fifteen minutes he closed the site and sat back in the sofa with his glass. He had learned a lot, and what seemed to be the most common advice people gave was, go slow. A few even suggested he should pinch Jackie's ass or "accidentally" bump into her boobs. What he liked best was the father/daughter evening with a movie. That was something he could do, and if he was not mistaken Jenny was going out the next night with some friends. Perfect, he thought and went to bed.

Jenny was still awake when she felt more than saw Peter come to bed. She pretended to sleep but was thinking about Uncle Luke and his fat cock in her pussy all those years ago. She had never really thought about the incident as she grew up. It was more like a dream that happened that one time. She did remember she felt strange afterwards; especially when she had to talk to her grandparents and Luke was standing next to them. He had grinned at her and then winked his eye. She had blushed and looked away. As a grown up, she knew what had happened was wrong, very wrong to be exact. But, had it affected the rest of her life? Not really. She went on to college, got her degree, met Peter and gave birth to Jackie. So what, if he wanted to fuck Jackie? Was that worse than what she had done? The more she thought about it, she realized it was worse. Peter was Jackie's father and her husband. And she had a hard time believing she would be able to look at him the same way again if he did it. Also, both of them had a good relationship, apart from Jackie's rebellion after the move. Back in Boston they had often gone to the movies together or for long walks. Jenny had been too busy with her career and was left behind. She didn't want her daughter to lose that connection with her father, and his cock in her mouth or pussy would defiantly do that. On the other hand, Jackie dressed like a slut and sometimes walked around the house with very little on. When she was younger Jenny had not paid much attention to it, but enough was enough. She would have to tell her to respect the household and dress properly when she was at home. She also decided to have a talk with Peter the next morning before Jackie got up. 

"Good morning, honey," said Peter, when he walked into the kitchen the following day.

He felt great. The wine had made him sleep and he had woken up with a healthy hard on which he had taken care off in the bathroom before showering. He had visualized Jackie on all four looking over her shoulder and giving him a naughty smile.

"Hi. Have a seat; there is something important I want to talk to you about before Jackie comes down."

"Sure, what's up?"

Jenny put down a mug with coffee and a plate with bacon and eggs in front of her husband. She had a mug with coffee with a splash of whiskey. It was too early to drink, but she needed something to give her courage.

"Peter, there is something I have to tell you. It is very important and I need you to stay calm, OK."

What's going on, he wondered while chewing on a piece of bacon. "OK, I'm calm."

"On my twentieth birthday Uncle Luke had sex with me in my parent's kitchen." She had decided to take the long way around to what she really wanted to say.

Peter stared at her for a few seconds. "Holy shit, why didn't you tell me before? Wow, he has been in our house, even has babysat for us. Shit, what if he has done something to Jackie?"

There it was, thought Jenny, and said. "Well, I just mentioned it to you because; I have been watching you lately. You seem to take a lot of interest in Jackie. When she is around you ogle her ass and breasts, and I don't think that is proper behavior for a father."

He sat there with a piece of egg on his fork halfway to his mouth. He felt the blood drain from his face and he began to sweat. "What are you talking about?"

"Yesterday, after dinner, when Jackie put her hands on your cheeks, you had an expression I have only seen once before. Luke had the same look when he stuck his dick in me. You wanted to have sex with your daughter last night and don't deny it."

"But.."

"Please, save us both from the embarrassment of denying it. Instead, talk to me, maybe we can work something out before you do something you will regret for the rest of your life. I am your wife and I love you."

That was it; Peter broke down and began to shake as tears ran down his cheeks. Jenny got up and put her arms around him. "It's OK, honey."

"No, it's not, I don't know where it came from, but suddenly I had these urges, I wanted her," he sobbed.

"C'mon, go and wash your face and go to work. I don't want Jackie to see you like this. We can meet for lunch somewhere and talk more. I'll call you."

When Jenny took away his plate, Jackie quietly walked up the stairs and into her room. She was shocked at what she had heard. Her dad had wanted to, or maybe he still did, fuck her. Oh, my god, she thought. How did I not see this? 

She lay down on her bed and wondered when it could have started. When she was younger they had spent a lot of time together and she had really enjoyed it. She didn't remember ever being flirty towards him or saying or doing anything improper. Maybe lately she had begun to wear less clothes around the house and of course the way she dressed was a bit on the sluty side of things. After all, men were men, and any man that saw a young woman in her underwear or sexy clothes would take a second look, but would a father? Why not? They were humans and men. She got off her bed and took off her shorts and tank top she had been wearing. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at her naked body. Then she turned sideways and she realized that after all, she was sexy. Big firm boobs, a round tight ass, and a thin waist. The only thing that wasn't really to most men's tastes was her hair and overly done make up. She put her clothes back on and sat down at her desk. She found a pen and paper and made a line, dividing the paper in two columns. On the left side she wrote the pros and on the right the cons. She started with the cons. My father, illegal, sick, perverted, not socially accepted, mom would have a fit, divorce, foster care, fucked up. Then she began with the pros, easy access, big cock? experienced, all right looking. She stopped writing and looked at the paper. No doubt about it, the cons out weight the pros. On the other hand, she had been without a cock for so long and it seemed so hard to find a guy these days. Then again, it was her father, and she had no idea how their relationship would be after the act. She sat back and thought about the situation some more. 

There was a knock on the door. She hid the paper, and said. "Yeah?"

"Can I come in?" her mother asked.

"Sure."

"Hi, I just wanted to talk to you about something," she said, and sat down on Jackie's bed.

"Sure mom." I wonder if she is going to tell me about dad, she thought.

"I know you are at an age where dressing is important, but I would appreciate it if you don't walk around the house in panties and bras."

"It's my house too, and I should be able to dress how I want."

"Sure, but remember you don't live here alone."

Suddenly Jackie had an idea. "What? Does daddy get a hard on?"

Jenny blushed and she knew she did. "Nonsense, he is your father."

"So? He is a man, isn't he? All men I know get hard ons when they see a half naked young woman."

Jenny took a deep breath. She hadn't expected Jackie to respond like this. "Most men would, but for some reason when it comes to family, men do not respond the same way. Deep in their DNA there is something that tells them not to become excited by their own daughter. It is the same for mothers and sons."

"Bullshit. Incest does happen, and there is always some story in the news." 

"You are right, my dear. In this case, though, it is different. Please Jackie, dress properly around the house out of respect for me and your father."

When her mother had left Jackie laughed and pulled out the paper she had hidden and in capital letters wrote: prove my mother is wrong.

Jenny was on her second cup of coffee when she saw Peter walk towards her. She was sitting at a table outside a quit café on a side street. The only other customer was inside. She had chosen this place because few people knew about it. She had found it by accident one day looking for parking and they made a delicious cappuccino.

"Hi," she said when Peter sat down. Once he had ordered from the waiter that had come out, she continued. "I talked to Jackie, and she will not walk around the house half naked anymore. I think that should help with your problem, or at least make it easier for you."

"Thanks, I don't know what to do."

She drank some of her coffee and leaned forward. "Try to stay away from her as much as possible, which shouldn't be too hard. She is in school all day and at night she stays in her room."

"What about tonight? You are going out and I will be alone with her."

She thought for a minute. "I can't cancel, but I suggest that after dinner you stay in our bedroom and watch TV there. If she asks why, tell her that you are not feeling well."

They talked a bit more and then they each went back to their jobs. Jenny felt better for talking to him and Peter thought he had a very smart wife. It was a great idea for him to stay away from Jackie, and the "feeling sick" part was pure genius.

It was Monday, and Jackie got out of school just after one in the afternoon. She drove to the closest mall and bought some new clothes. She decided on a skirt that ended a few inches too many above her knees but wasn't a mini. She invested in a few new panties among them a black thong. Then she got herself a peach colored blouse with buttons on the front. The skirt was black so it matched the blouse. After that she went to a salon at got the frizz out of her hair and had it cut and blown. When she was ready it was almost three, but she was very pleased with the results. She noticed men smiling at her even though she was still dressed like a skank. Her hair fell down to her shoulders and framed her face.

When she arrived home, she was alone in the house. She figured her parents would be home in a couple of hours. Then her mom would get ready for the night while her dad would have a drink in the living room and then make dinner for the two of them, and that was when the fun would begin.

She took a long shower and shaved her pubic hair. There was only some stubble but she wanted to be nice and neat for daddy. She put on some makeup and got dressed. When she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror. She hardly recognized herself. The sluty skank was gone and a young, beautiful woman was standing in her place. She had skipped using a bra and would stay away from her mother until she left. She didn't want her to see the new Jackie, not yet.




Mom Was Wrong



She had a project due for this week, so she sat down at her desk and turned on the computer. Half an hour later she heard her mother call her name and a few seconds later there was a knock on the door.

"I'm studying, mom. I'll be down later."

"OK. Remember that I am leaving. Your dad will cook something for you when he comes home."

Jenny got out of the shower and dressed. She was meeting some friends for dinner so she dressed accordingly. Black pants, a sweater and simple makeup. When she past the door to Jackie's room, she said. "See you later."

"OK."

Peter hadn't come home yet, but Jenny wasn't surprised. She guessed he was staying at the office as long as possible so he didn't have to spend time with Jackie. She locked the door and left.

Jackie waited a few minutes to make sure her mother hadn't forgotten anything and then went downstairs. She opened the liquor cabinet and mixed her father a Dry Martini. She knew how to do it after so many years watching her parents.

She had to wait almost two hours before she heard his truck park outside. She put some fresh ice cubes in the Martini shaker and gave it a couple of shakes. Then she poured the clear liquid into the proper glass and walked with it to the hallway. She leaned against the wall sticking her hip out a little. Then she undid the top two buttons on her blouse and made sure plenty of cleavage was visible. When the door opened, she said. "Hi dad, how was your day?"

Peter didn't realize it was his daughter when he first saw her. He thought it was someone else. Then his jaw dropped and he stammered. "Hi..hi, fine thanks."

He quickly walked past her after leaving his briefcase by the door.

"Daddy, don't you want your drink?"

Peter kept walking and didn't stop until he was halfway up the stairs. Then he turned and tried to look sick. "Sorry, honey. I'm not feeling too good. I think I'm going to bed. You can call for a pizza when you get hungry."

Jackie lowered the glass and felt disappointed. "Oh, OK then. I guess I'll drink this myself," she said and took a long drink from the glass.

"Sure."

Peter walked up the rest of the stairs and almost ran to his and Jenny bedroom. When he had closed and locked the door, he leaned against it and closed his eyes. It was Jackie, but she was so different. She looked like any other girl her age and not like the skank she usually dressed like. He had seen her cleavage and when he thought back to the soft skin and the swelling of her boobs his cock came awake. "Fuck!" he said out loud and walked over to the window. He stood there trying to calm down and not to think about boobs, ass or anything else that had to do with sex. It didn't help one bit. His cock was hard and pressed against his underwear. Maybe if I jerk off, it will go away, he thought. He came within minutes and cleaned himself. It helped for another fifteen minutes and then he grew hard again. This time because he remembered Jackie's smooth legs.

Jackie finished the drink and sat down on the sofa. Things were not going as planned. She was upset but at the same time, what could she do? Then she smiled. If her poor daddy was sick, wasn't it her job as his loving daughter to make sure he was comfortable? She got up and crossed the room to the stairs.

Peter was changing into a pair of sweat pants and a sweater when there was a knock on his door. He knew who it was, so he said. "I'm not feeling good. Let me rest, OK."

"C'mon dad, open the door. I just want to give you the thermometer, maybe you have a fever."

Shit, thought Peter. He had to do something so she believed he was really ill. "OK, hang on."

He put on his slippers and opened the door. Instead of handing him a thermometer Jackie pushed the door open and stepped inside. She put her hand on his forehead and stood so close her boobs brushed against his chest. "Oh daddy, you are hot. I think you better lie down. Let me help you."

Taking his hand, she led him over to the big double bed. She made him sit down, and then said. "Take your clothes off; you will be much more comfortable like that. Here, let me raise the pillows a little"

When she leaned across him, he got a very good look down her front. He saw her pink little nipples and this close he could see that her boobs were so firm that veins could be seen under the skin. The hard on came back.

Jackie stayed in that position a little longer and when she was sure her dad had seen her boobs she took hold of the hem of his sweater and began to pull it up.

"I can do it, Jackie."

"No, no, I want to help, let me close the curtains."

She crossed to the window and standing on her toes as she reached as high up as she could and pulled the curtains. She knew the gesture was grossly overdone, she didn't need to stand on her toes, but she wanted him to get a good look of her legs and ass.

Peter swallowed hard when her skirt rode up the back of her thighs. A few inches more and he would have been able to see her ass cheeks. 

She turned and walked back to him. "C'mon, pants too, you need to be comfy."

Peter panicked. "Now listen to me, young lady. I can undress myself. If you just leave me alone, I'll be fine."

"Oh daddy, you get so grumpy when you are not feeling well," she said and pulled on his pants. Peter lost balance and fell back on the bed. 

"Daddy! What is that?" said Jackie and pointed at his front.

Peter looked down and saw how his pants had come away from his body thanks to his erection. He searched for something to say that would explain it. "Oh, well, men, sometimes, you know, get an, mm, erection."

Jackie put on her innocent little girl. What's that?"

Slut, thought Peter. "You know perfectly well what it is." He was becoming angry, mostly because he suspected Jackie was teasing him, but also for being so stupid to let her in. He continued, "I remember one young lady being caught in her room with a young man."

Jackie smiled down at her dad. "Yes, I do remember, and it was so beautiful until you and mom ended it."

"Well, then you know. Now get out of here."

"Why? Are you ashamed that I made you get a hard on?"

"It's not because of you, it just happens sometimes." Peter was trying hard not to lose control and begin to kiss her. He had promised Jenny, and he meant to keep the promise.

She stepped away from the bed, but kept eye contact with him. "You know, dad. I think that you are a little bit horny right now, and since I'm the only female in the house at the moment I would be the cause of it."

Peter sighed. "No, it's not you. You are my daughter. What kind of father would I be if you were the cause of my erection?"

"I don't know. Maybe a horny dad?" she said, and grinned.

"Get out!"

She turned and left the room, closing the door as she did. Then she walked to her room and got her vibrator out from the drawer. She was pretty sure her dad wouldn't stay in his room all the evening. She checked the time and figured there were at least three or four hours left before her mother would come home.

Peter was lying on his bed looking up at the ceiling. It had gone dark outside and he was hungry. Some time ago he had heard Jackie go into her room and close the door behind her. Maybe he could sneak downstairs and make a quick sandwich? Jenny had messaged him and asked how everything was going. He hadn't told her about Jackie coming into their bedroom. Instead, he wrote a short message saying that everything was under control. It wasn't. He couldn't keep his mind off her. Her boobs had looked so beautiful and the thought of running his hands up under her skirt and squeezing those young ass cheeks had almost driven him to jerk off again, but he had managed not to. He let another ten minutes pass and then got up. He carefully opened the door and looked down the corridor to Jackie's room. The door was closed and he heard music from inside. Good, that would make it harder for her to hear him.

He was still chewing on a sandwich with a glass of milk in front of him on the table when Jenny came home.

"Hi, honey. How was your evening?" he said.

"We had a good time, how was yours?" she said, putting her purse on a chair.

Peter fought with his conscious. Should he tell her what had happened or should he keep it to himself. One part of him couldn't let go of what he wanted to do, but the other was equally strong and wanted him to tell her.

"C'mon, don't let me wait. Did everything go alright?" she insisted, while pouring a glass of water from a bottle she had taken from the fridge.

"Yeah, everything went fine. I came home and told her I was feeling ill and wanted to rest. I just came down, and I haven't seen her."

"Great. I'll go up and check on her."

When Jenny left, Peter sighed. In the end his deep need to have sex with his daughter had taken control. There was no turning back from this point. He would risk everything, his marriage, his job, even his daughter. He doubted he would lose Jackie. After the show she put on earlier, he was pretty sure it was smooth sailing from now on. All he had to do was to find an opportunity.

Jackie had been sitting on a chair in front of the door, peeking through the keyhole. She had figured he would take some time before coming out after he heard her close the door. She had been right. Twenty minutes later she saw a shadow pass in front of the keyhole. She had to go to the bathroom before going downstairs and when she was sitting on the toilet she heard a car approach. Fuck, she thought. Mom is back already. She dried herself and flushed. When she walked back to her room she could hear voices downstairs so she quickly changed clothes into something more casual. She was upset that her investment had not worked. Not due to lack of trying, but because her mother had come home early. She sat down at her desk and continued with her school project. There was a knock on the door.

"Yeah."

"It's me. Can I come in?"

"Sure mom, the door is open."

When Jenny walked in she found her daughter by her desk typing away on her computer. She was glad to find she was wearing regular shorts and a simple gray t shirt. She did notice the new hair color.

"I like the change, it fits you," she said.

"Thanks. After our little talk earlier, I figured it was time to leave the old Jackie behind and become a new and improved version."

"I like the sound of that."

"Dad was feeling ill earlier. Have you checked on him?"

Jenny stroked her daughter's cheek. "Yeah, he is downstairs eating something. Did you eat?"

No, I was supposed to suck my dad's cock, she thought, but said. "No, but I am OK. I had a late lunch in the mall after I had my hair done."

"I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night."

When her mother had left Jackie turned off the computer and went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. When she walked out Peter was coming up the stairs.

"Hi daddy," she purred.

"Hi, are you going to bed?"

"Mm, I am. But you know what?"

He raised his eyebrows. What?"

"Before I sleep, I think I will, you know, relax a little."

Peter smiled at her. "You do that pumpkin. I'm sure you know a great way to do it."

"Yep, I do. Maybe one day I'll show you."

He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. "Yeah, maybe."

When he walked down the hall, she watched him until the door closed behind him. He had been very cool, something had changed from earlier. He wasn't nervous, or scared. He seemed confident, and that bothered her. She wanted him on his toes.

When Peter pulled the duvet over him Jenny found his cock and it was limp. She had heard him talk outside with Jackie but couldn't hear the words. She had worried something had happened, but her cock test said negative, at first. While holding him, he grew in her hand and she began to stroke him. Peter moaned a little when her thumb ran over his glans.

God, I really need this, he thought. If he couldn't have Jackie then at least his wife could help him with an emergency hand job. Instead, she lifted the duvet and kissed his cock head. He smiled in the darkness as he felt her lips cover him and it didn't take long before he gasped a few times and unloaded. 

Jenny had never been into swallowing. Instead, she got up and went to the bathroom where she spat. She brushed her teeth again and then rinsed with mouth wash. She didn't mind the taste of cum during the act. She had fallen asleep one time after sucking his cock and hadn't brushed her teeth and the next day the taste in her mouth was awful. 

When she snuggled up to Peter he was already snoring. Poor thing, she thought. He had had a rough day. At least everything went as planned with Jackie, and he seemed emotionally stable. She closed her eyes and was asleep within minutes.

During the rest of the week Jackie and Peter walked around each other in circles. It was a situation of; I know that you know that I know. Jackie did her best to entice her father, but he played it cool around her. Jenny was pleased that nothing was happening and that Peter seemed his normal self. On the following Saturday Jackie woke up and after having breakfast she decided to go for a run. Dressed in a pair of shorts and a sports bra she headed out the door. Her parents were still in the kitchen with their heads deep in newspapers. She didn't even bother to say goodbye. 

During breakfast she had tried to make eye contact with her father but he refused. He was nice and polite but kept looking at his plate or the paper. Her mother was chatting away about the fun she had had the previous night with some coworkers. Jackie was in a foul mood, and that's why she went for a run. She needed to clear her head. All the work she had put in during the week had been wasted and she had to start all over again with a new plan.

She ran down the tree lined street to the end of the block and there she turned right. A few hundred yards ahead was a park and there were a few parents with kids. As she ran by a couple of boys her age, but who she didn't recognize called after her. "Nice boobs."

She smiled at them and kept on running. 

After thirty minutes she headed back and when she ran up the driveway her mother was backing out her car.

"Where are you going?" asked Jackie, leaning against the car and catching her breath.

"To Aunt Anne, I'll be back in a few hours. Do you want to come?"

Aunt Anne was eighty years old and smelled. Jackie did not want to go. "I'll hang around the house. I still have some school work to do. Is dad inside?"

"He is doing the dishes."

When Jenny drove away, she prayed that everything would be OK, and that Peter would control himself. Her aunt needed all the help she could get. 

"Hi daddy," said Jackie, when she closed the door behind her.

There was no answer. Had he locked himself in the bedroom again? She checked the kitchen and living room, but he wasn't there. She smiled when she walked up the stairs and towards her parent's room. She knocked, but there was no answer. She thought for a while and then went to the bathroom.

"Are you in there?"

No answer. "Dad, are you there."

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute. I just need to take a shower."

Jackie went back to her room and pulled her clothes off. She found a clean towel in a drawer and wrapped it around herself. Then she sat down on her bed and waited. The door was open so she could hear when her dad came out.

Peter turned off the water and grabbed a towel hanging on a hook on the wall. After drying himself, he wrapped it around his waist and opened the door. He had just stepped out when he saw Jackie come out of her room.

"Hi," she said.

"Taking a shower?"

"Yeah, I went for a run."

When she was close to him, her towel dropped to the floor. "Oops, I'm sorry," she purred.

Peter looked at his naked daughter. Her nipples were hard and she was grinning at him. He leaned against the wall and smiled. "I can see you have the porn look."

Jackie was confused. "The what?"

"You shave your vagina. It looks a bit, how do I put it, sluty."

She blushed. "Well, I like it."

"Mm, I am not saying it doesn't look good on you, just that, you know, it makes you look easy."

He was giving her a hard time just so he could provoke a reaction from her. A lot of women shaved and it had nothing to do with their sex life. He knew his daughter was temperamental and he wanted her to make the first move.

"Daddy, are you saying I'm easy?"

"Well, considering what happened in Boston, yes."

Jackie felt her anger grow. This was not supposed to happen like this. She had expected him to look away, but here he was cool as a cucumber giving her a hard time. She stepped closer and looked up at him. "Did you get excited when you saw me sucking his cock?"

Peter looked down at her. If he told her the truth, she would have won this battle. "Not really, I thought you looked rather stupid on your knees like that. Anyway, I have to get dressed."

He walked away from her and left her standing with her mouth open. "I know you want me, daddy," she called after him.

Peter decided to go for a drive to cool off. Seeing Jackie naked had turned him on and he didn't want to be around her for a while. After driving for half an hour he stopped at a diner for a coffee and a bagel. When he sat down with his tray there were two young women sitting behind him. He didn't pay them much attention at first, but it was hard not to hear them talk.

"So what happened last night?" said the one closest to him.

"Not much. He took me out and then we went back to his place and fucked."

"What a slut, you are. I can't believe you went on a date with my dad."

"He invited me out, and the poor thing needs to get out of his house sometime. The divorce really got to him."

The first one, the daughter, whispered. "How was he?"

"You are so nasty. Why do you want to know how your dad was in bed, that's just sick."

"Humor me."

"Oh well, I guess he was alright. He had a lot of stamina, but he was too quick to stick it in me. I wanted more foreplay."

Peter finished his bagel and coffee and walked out. He was almost laughing when he got back into his car and drove home.

The days and weeks passed. Jackie had exams and projects to finish and since she wanted to get into a good college, she spent a lot of time on her school work. Peter had to go on a three state sales tour and the tension between them wasn't there any longer. Jackie little by little forgot about her intentions to prove her mother wrong and focused all her energy on studying. She had her toy that kept her happy during the nights and made her relax before an exam. She had even fucked herself in the ass with it a few times and found it surprisingly exciting.

Peter, on his road trip visited a few biker bars and got his cock sucked by young women in spandex and frizzy hair.

By the time Jackie's graduation came around it was like nothing had happened during the spring.

The graduation party was a simple thing with mostly family and a few of Jenny's and Peter's coworkers.

On the big day Jackie was dressed in a white dress ending above her knees. She had chosen it and Peter had been with her and had paid. There was nothing odd about the situation, just daughter and father doing a bit of shopping together.

Jackie was talking to her mother and grandparents on the terrace when Peter walked out from the kitchen. He found Luke standing by the French windows looking at the group.

"Beer?" said Peter

"Sure."

"Wow, I can't believe she is finally graduating and with good grades. I was worried she would have to study over the summer.

"You have a great daughter there, Peter, a beautiful woman with a good head."

"Thanks."

Luke took his beer and wandered out on the terrace towards the group. Peter watched as he engaged in conversation with Jackie. He was standing close and kept on touching her arm and hips with his hands. Peter walked out and approached them.