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My Daughter, My Lover

By: maidens_lust



I had planned this for seven years. Ever since she was eleven and started to develop into a woman I had waited for the perfect time. I was glad when she started her first period and was irregular. I expressed my concern to my wife that our daughter’s menstrual cycle being two months apart was not normal. I must have made an academy award performance because she took our daughter to the doctor who prescribed birth control pills to regulate her periods.

For seven years I watched her sexy little ass and her firm tits pass within reach of me but dared not touch. All those times I got a hard-on by watching her, my wife thought it was for her. She never knew that she was just an easy outlet. I thought of fucking my daughter but fucked my wife. Not that fucking my wife was a big chore. Joann was tall and slim, with long shapely legs and a nice shaped ass. Her natural tits were kinda small for me so I had made some suggestions about her having them fixed. She went from an all right B to a sexy D. I guess, looking back now, that she may have gone with my idea of fucking our daughter, but I didn’t want to take that chance. Joann was indeed a good fuck but she wasn’t into anything kinky and incest was definitely kinky to her.

I was starting to feel guilty over my cravings for my young daughter that I went so far as to purposely pick a college for her that was in another state. Joann wanted Katie to go to college nearby so she could live at home but I explained that the college out of state would teach her how to become more independent. Katie loved the idea but Joann was feeling the umbilical cord.

I thought I was going to go nuts without seeing Katie for those first few months. When I thought of her I would instigate sex with Joann. Things went well for awhile until I got bold and wanted to try anal sex. That was when Joann put her foot down. There was no way she wanted any part of it. I had to settle for the old fashioned sex with her.

She never found out that I got some kinky relief when I went out of town on business. There was a strip club called ‘The Garden’ and I would always go in there if I couldn’t sleep. There was a stripper there named Lisa who was very much into kinky. She thought it was a big thrill to have sex with a married man. She liked playing the role of my daughter and she was eighteen, the same age as Katie. There was one visit where she brought her friend Tammy along for a threesome. I even watched them as they both had sex and I imagined Katie with one or both of them. That was fantastic! 

The first time Katie came home from college she was already eighteen. Her long brown hair had been cut short and her tits looked much fuller and firmer than when she had left. I wanted to do it over that weekend but we were never alone. Finally Monday morning came. Joann was at work but I had faked being sick so I could be alone with Katie. Katie had always been affectionate so she never thought anything different when I asked her to sit on my lap when she came into the kitchen. She must have thought I wanted to reminisce about her childhood. Unknown to her I had planned on this happening. I even wore nothing but my short robe without the tie so I could give my fuck machine easy access to her.

‘I missed you, Daddy’, she kissed me on the cheek and turned around and sat on my lap, spreading her legs over mine. Her nightshirt just covering her panties and leaving her long smooth legs bare.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and closed my eyes. I held her close to me and I know she could feel my cock grow because she started to squirm away from it. 

“Don’t be afraid of it Baby.”

Katie started to pull my arms away from around her but I held onto her with one as I pulled my robe away with my free hand.

“Daddy, please don’t.”

“It’s okay Sweety. I won’t hurt you. I only want you to make daddy feel better.”

I kissed the back of her neck.

“Please do this. Daddy needs it.”

“You’re scaring me, Daddy.”

Still holding onto her tight, I ran my free hand under her shirt and started to massage her small but firm tits. Her nipples sprouted immediately at my touch. She started to whimper when my hand made its way down to her panties and slipped inside. She tried to move her legs together but I tightened my grip until she spread them apart again. I could feel the wetness of her denied arousal and the faint smell was sweet. She couldn’t stop her body from feeling this way. I moved my hand up and down her pussy as I kissed the back of her neck.

“I want you to make me feel better, Baby. Can you do that for daddy? Make daddy’s cock feel better.”

I moved my finger hard across her clit and heard the guttural sound of pleasure coming from my daughter’s body.

“Do you feel daddy’s cock Baby?”

“Yes” she said breathlessly.

I smiled. I was making her feel horny.

“Daddy’s cock is hard, Honey. Daddy’s cock needs you.”

“Please don’t hurt me Daddy”, she cried.

“I won’t hurt you. I love my baby. I want to show you how much I love you. I’ve been waiting all this time for it. I want to cum inside you and I want to give you your first orgasm. Does my baby love her daddy?”

“Please don’t do this to me.”

I wasn’t listening to her any longer. Everything was now automatic and was being run by my now fully erected penis. I wanted her to do the same things to me that Lisa would do and had done. I wanted a sex toy and I chose my daughter.

“I want you to move back and forth very slowly on my cock to make it feel better”

“Please stop scaring me.”

“Don’t be afraid Baby. Daddy won’t hurt you. Now, spread your legs wider and lap dance for your daddy.”

My cock was throbbing as Katie moved her firm ass back and forth. I was aching to have it thrusted into her wet pussy. Her movements weren’t getting anywhere but making me even hornier. My fuck gun was hard and ready to explode. I wanted to explode my cum in her soft, sweet cunt. I wanted to feel her tight asshole around my swollen cock. Quickly, I decided to take matters into my own hands and I lifted her up and pushed her facedown onto the kitchen table. She yelped as I tore her panties to make room for my large cock.

“Daddy, please,” she pleaded

“Spread your legs and make room for Daddy’s cock.”

I thrusted my whole 9 inched thick rod into her wet cunt. She gasped as I broke her hymen with the first thrust and I could feel some of her blood trickle down my legs. I didn’t care. I was getting what I wanted. I was ramming my cock hard into her wet pussy. I wanted this for so long that any idea that I would be gentle with her flew out the window. 

“Ask for it! Tell me you want me to fuck you! Say it!”

Katie whimpered as my fuck machine rammed her small wet hole. I held her head down with both hands as I started a rhythm. I thrusted in and kept it there for a few seconds then I pulled it out up to the head, then thrusted it back again. I shook her shoulders when she didn’t answer me.

“Ask for it, bitch. Ask for it!”

I rammed harder to show her I meant business.

“Stop raping me Daddy.”

“Rape? You think this is rape? This isn’t rape Baby. I’m fucking you now. Do you want me to rape you?”

She was right. I was raping her. I was so sexually frustrated thinking of her that now I wanted to punish her for doing this to me. To me, this was justified.

“No, please, don’t hurt me Daddy. I’m scared. Please stop it.”

She must have thought I was going to leave her alone when I pulled my cock out of her. She was wrong. I had waited and planned for this for seven years and I wasn’t going to let go of this fantasy easily. I wanted to fuck her and I was determined to shoot my hot cum inside her. I took her by the back of her neck and half dragged her upstairs to her bedroom. 

Her pleading just got me more excited and when we got to her room I flung her down onto the bed. I tied her legs far apart and proceeded to tie her hands together to the bedposts. I left her crying on the bed as I went into my medicine cabinet for some petroleum jelly. My fantasy not only included me fucking her pussy but fucking her ass as well. I wanted to feel my cock surrounded by her tight hole. I took my robe off and put it on my bed so there would be no questions asked by my wife if she were to find it in Katie’s room. When I returned I put the jar of Vaseline on her night table and slipped her nightshirt in her mouth to gag her pleas for help.

I stood over her as I took in her beauty. She was fully tanned with no tan lines. Her tits were small but not tiny and she had pink hard nipples sticking straight up like my penis was doing. She had shaven her pussy and left only a small closely trimmed line in the middle of it. 

My head was spinning fast as I moved in between her legs. Instead of lying on top of her I leaned over her and placed my mouth on one of the fabulous buds. My tongue swirled around the fleshy bulb making it harder and more erect. I then took my hand and started to cup it and then to caress it then to squeeze it. Glancing up at her I noticed her eyes were closed and she was softly moaning. I moved down her body to her belly button, swirling my tongue inside the indented flesh. Her moans got louder as I moved to her pussy. I drove the little slut wild as I flicked my tongue up and down the inside of the pussy lips. I found her blood-engorged clit and began sucking on it. Her moans got deeper the more I sucked. I was bringing her to her first orgasm. I soon replaced my tongue with a finger, jabbing it in and out of the little hole. I worked my middle finger hard. When she was close to a climax I would add another finger until I was using three fingers. She was now moaning loudly and arching her back to help push the fingers in. I took my fingers out and guided the head of my dick inside her. It slipped in and made a perfect fit. I moved my dick in and out of her, first at a slow pace and then faster as she moaned deeper from the pleasure she was getting from this taboo ritual.

I took the chance that she wouldn’t cry out and took the gag from her mouth. She moaned loudly and gave me quick hard kisses. I took another chance and untied her feet. She wrapped her legs tightly around me, pulling me in deeper. I then untied her hands and she caressed my chest and shoulders as she kissed my mouth, tongue flicking in and out of mine. She was horny and her fucking was even better than her mother’s…she was even starting to rival Lisa. To my surprise she pushed me over onto my back and mounted my hard cock. She rode my pole like a rodeo rider. I reached out and cupped her bouncing tits and she took one of the fingers I had used to insert into her wet pussy and put it into her mouth and began sucking hard on it.

“Am I fucking daddy good?”

“Ohhhhhhhhhh yessssssssss!”

God she was better than her mother was. She was better than Lisa and Tammy. If I didn’t feel her hymen break I would not have known she was a virgin. She was now in control and was making me crazy. She rode me fast and wild. After her orgasm she collapsed onto the bed.

Katie started to get up and I reached out for her.

“That’s not all, Honey.”

Her green eyes questioned me. She clearly thought this was it. My planning had now changed. After that incredible sex, I wanted her to suck my cock before I stuck it in her ass. Neither one of those her mom liked doing so I would get them from our daughter.

“Some special things just for the two of us.”

“Special things?”

“You are a good daughter, Baby. I love you very much. I’m proud of you.”

Katie was confused. 

“Have you ever tasted cum, Baby?”

She shook her head no and looked away from me. I rubbed the back of her neck and guided her head down to my semi-erected cock.

“Remember how you used to eat Nutty Buddies? You would make a hole at the bottom of the cone and suck the ice cream out from the hole. Remember, Baby? Think of it as a Nutty Buddy.”

She held onto my shaft but didn’t make an attempt to do anything with it.

“How did you like me licking your pussy?”

She looked up at me and smiled slightly, blushing.

“This will make daddy feel the same way.”

She licked her lips thoughtfully and then knelt on the floor between my legs. She held onto my cock with both hands, caressing it into stiffness. She began by kissing the head and making little circles with her tongue at the hole. She then put the head into her mouth and began sucking as she was milking the shaft with her hands.

“Ohhh Baby yessssss…”

My head was about to explode and my hands were absently pushing her head into my crotch.

She began to slowly get more of the shaft into her mouth, moving it in and out. She began to massage my balls with one hand while she milked my shaft with the other.

“Yesss Baby…do this very good and Daddy has a surprise for you Baby. Put it down your throat as far as you can take it. It feels so good you sucking it.”

She did as I said and swallowed nearly all of it. I didn’t really expect her to swallow the whole cock since it was too large for her. What she lacked was experience but that would come with time. I came up with a brilliant idea.

“Does Baby want her daddy to do the same thing?”

She took my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me doe-eyed. I smiled and motioned for her to get onto the bed. I then moved around and straddled her face as I was looking straight into her gorgeous pussy. 

“Let’s have fun, Baby.”

We gave each other pleasure for what seemed like an eternity. We rolled around on the bed, each trying to gain the upper hand in this sixty-nine position. When I came, she was on top of me and she lapped up every drop of my cum. She came just seconds after I did. Her body stiffened as the orgasm took hold of her. She rolled off me and lay sprawled out on the top of the bed.

I was nearly spent but there was one more thing I wanted from her. I reached over to her night table and fondled for the jar of petroleum jelly. Katie looked at me, clearly wondering what I was doing with Vaseline. 

“Get on your hands and knees,” I told her as I opened the bottle of jelly.

She did what I said and I took some of the jelly and rubbed it onto my cock, rubbing it so I could get another erection. I didn’t want to get a full staff since this would no doubt hurt her, but I did need a little erection to get the fucker inside her hole. I then took a big gob of the jelly and began to lubricate her asshole. I had the stuff dripping on the outside and I put some more inside her with my fingers. She was beginning to get soft enough for me to enter her.

I put the jar back down on the table and moved her ass cheeks further apart. I placed my cockhead next to her tight hole and pressed slowly against it. Her puckered hole gave way slightly as the head made it’s way through. She cried out in pain as I tried to push it all the way in so I stopped and pulled it all the way out.

Katie dropped to her elbows and raised her ass up higher. I decided that the best lubricant was natural lubricant. I started to masturbate her. She moaned and moved her hips up and down. She came hard on my hand. Female cum soaking my hand and I rubbed it all into her puckered little ass.

I eased my rod into her tight hole again. This time it met with little resistance although she was still so tight around my cock that it felt as though it were being smothered. We started an incestuous dance that had us both moaning loudly. I wrapped my arms around her and grabbed at her tits as I moved us back and forth. My cock was at full erection and was about ready to cum deep inside her bowels. She threw her head back when her orgasm hit and screamed. She started to buck her hips against me, forcing me deeper than what I already was.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh God yesssssssssssssssssssss!”

I had to smile. I was giving my daughter a bigger orgasm than my wife ever had. After my cum shot through her bowels and my pole became soft again, I pulled it out and dropped onto the bed next to her.

“Was I good, Daddy?”

“Very good, Honey. You are great!”

Katie leaned over and kissed me. It was no longer a daughter’s kiss, but a lover’s kiss. She wanted more but it was time for Joann to get back and Katie had to finish packing.

“Could I come home next weekend?”

I smiled. The next weekend her mother would be out of town visiting her parents.

“You want to do this again next weekend?” I asked, still smiling.

“Yes. I liked it. I want to do it again. I want to come home every weekend and break. I want to go to college here so we could do this all the time.”

I thought of Lisa. I was going to be out of town on business the weekend after next and I could bring Katie down with me. The three of us in a threesome, or perhaps Tammy could join us for some group thrills. I gave her a last long kiss and left the room to take a shower before Joann came home.

Later that night in bed, Joann announced that Katie was transferring to a local college the next semester and would be getting an apartment. I started thinking of all the great sex we could have at her new place. Katie had definitely become grown up.

My Daughter, My Lover



Tax time is always a ridiculous time of year.

I got home late that night, which is usual for me in early April. From in the driveway, I heard them yelling in the house.

"What the fuck," I thought, looking at my watch. 11:30. Almost the witching hour and most definitely the bitching hour in my house tonight. I glanced around at my neighbor's houses. Most lights were out, so hopefully my two ladies' little domestic squabble wasn't being giggled at up and down the street.

I braced myself and opened the front door in time to hear my wife call my daughter a whoring slut at the top of her voice.

"Ohhh-kayyy," I said slowly and calmly. "I take it that Sally is now supplementing the household income with various clients?"

The instant, if only momentary, silence was deafening. I'd always had a penchant for making flippant remarks at just the right moment. Hey, when you live with two women, you take your entertainment how you can.

"Don't you start your shit tonight, Harold. Sally is about to pack her crap and get out of my house and you can be right behind her if you don't watch it," my wife yelled.

My wife is a pretty woman, perfect to me in most ways. But if there was one aspect of God's design that I could change, it would be to place a volume control knob right on her frigging forehead.

"You're moving out?" I asked my daughter.

"No," she uttered defiantly.

I closed the door behind me, put down my brief case and walked over to the liquor cabinet to mix myself a drink. My wife trailed behind me barking like a rabid Chihuahua.

"Do you know what your precious little daughter's been up to tonight?" she harped.

"Of course not," I thought, reaching for some scotch.

"Well, Let…Me…Tell…You…What… Miss Princess has been up to."

I changed my mind and reached for the Hennessey and a shot glass. When my wife starts chopping sentences into one word blocks it is always a good time to get soused.

"I decide to go to the movies, get there late and decide to come back home," she paused for effect and I groaned to myself knowing just what was coming. I changed cups and dumped four fingers into a tumbler. Neat. No ice, no mixer. I didn't want to be sane or sober if I had to hear my wife for the rest of the night…or week for that matter. "Your little trollop here was whoring with a man's nasty-ass cock all down her dirty fucking mouth!"

I rolled my eyes at the ceiling, sighed, reached for another tumbler and decided that tonight I would not side with my wife.

"She's eighteen," I said, sealing my fate and pouring another glass of sparkling brown liquid.

You know how there is this full, deadly quiet in those seconds between a lighting flash and a thunderclap? Well, the lightning flash was the sudden hard clout I felt on my back that nearly made me spill the drinks. I heard her suck in a deep breath and I braced myself for a barrage of sound worse than any physical punishment.

"You moron! You jackass!" she shrieked. "Not in my house! NOT…IN…MY…HOUSE. She is NOT eighteen in my house! I don't fucking clean all day, slave over a hot stove, wash filthy laundry and pick-up after her ass to see MY house turned into a FUCKING whorehouse at night."

"Microwave," I said. "You slave over a microwave."

I think my wife keeps me around only because no one else will have her. I turned to see her with her mouth hanging open.

"Oh, no, you did not just diss my cooking!"

I shrugged.

"And don't think you're going to drug me up tonight with any rum!"

I looked at the two glasses in my hand then up at her.

"Oh, this isn't for you."

I walked past her and handed a glass to my daughter.

"Here, sweetheart. This will help get the aftertaste out of your mouth."

Sally woodenly took the glass from me and just stared at it.

"You're supposed to sip it," I said.

She hesitantly raised the glass to her lips and took a small sip while peering nervously past my shoulder at her mother.

"Great! Just great!" The screeching started up again. "A whore and a rummy. And a god-damned father who encourages her."

"Why don't you go to your room now, Sally, and let me talk to your mother. I'll come see you in a few," I said in my serious voice.

Sally nodded and hastily retreated from the room. When I heard her door close, I turned and looked at my wife. I took a long draw from my tumbler.

"So, you caught our daughter being a woman," I finally said.

"A slut! A slut," she yelled. "A fucking slut disrespecting my home! And you no better putting up with her shit."

"What would you have me do?"

"Slap the fucking bitch into tomorrow, jackass!"

"I get the feeling you already did that for me."

"I didn't hit her hard enough. She's still standing!"

"Come on, Dorette," I said, raising my voice for the first time that night. "Like you never sucked a cock in your life!"

"NOT…IN…MY…MOTHER'S… HOUSE!"

"Bullshit! In your mother's house. In my car. In the woods. At the club. Any place you could. Who the fuck do you think you are talking to, you fucking hypocrite!"

"I'm talking to my husband who I can suck and fuck any damn place and time that I feel! SHE ain't married to that dirty ass disease ridden street punk."

"And you weren't always married to this dirty ass disease ridden street punk when we started doing all that shit that you couldn't get enough of."

"We are not having this conversation. We are not having this conversation." She started walking in circles and pulling at her hair. "I never got caught. We were smarter than that piece of shit in there."

"You are talking about OUR daughter," I said, starting to get mad.

"I didn't raise up my child to be like that."

"Oh, you are so wrong, Miss High And Mighty. So fucking wrong. She is a woman and she will do woman things. Maybe her timing was wrong, but her behavior was in no way whorish or sluttish. I will talk to her, but I will not chastise or punish her."

"You're just going to condone her behavior."

I sighed and went to the bar to pour another drink.

"Be reasonable, Dorette. Have you even given one ounce of thought to how she feels about being caught?"

"I hope she feels like shit!"

"I'm sure she does. She's probably traumatized as hell."

"Good. And while you are talking to her, make sure she is packing. Dawn will NOT see her in my house."

"Our house," I yelled, slamming down the glass and turning on my wife. "Our house. And MY daughter will never, ever be turned out of MY house. NEVER!"

"You gonna chose her over me."

"I would rather not have to make the choice, but if you force me, yes. She's graduating in June, has a good shot at college and I will not see her out on the street struggling. If she wants to stay here until she's eighty she has a home in my house."

"Yeah, you would turn our house into a whore's den."

I nearly slapped her then. For the first time in my life I almost raised my hand to a woman. I took a deep breath and calmed myself down.

"I will have a talk with her. I will not put her out of the house. I will ask her to respect your precious house in the future."

"Let me ask you," she said in her low, dangerous voice. "What would you have done if you had walked in on her?."

I thought for a moment while watching her smug smile and arms folded defiantly across her chest.

"I would not have hit her. I would do just what I am going to do now: Talk to her. I honestly could not, however, vouch for the safety of her boyfriend."

"Now who's being the hypocrite," she sneered.

I turned back to my drink, took a sip and said: "I'm going to talk to her now," and walked out of the living room.

"Out of my house, you hear?" my darling wife shouted at my back. "Out…of…my…HOUSE!"

******

I tapped on my daughter's bedroom door and heard a soft "come in".

She was lying face down with her head turned away from me. I rested my drink and bottle down on her dresser and locked the door. I did not want dear Dorette barging in on our conversation. However, her ranting soliloquy still filtered into the room, albeit robbed of its volume.

"Honey, can we talk?"

She nodded her head.

"Well, can I see your face while we talk?"

She shook her head no.

OK. I grabbed a sip of my Hennessey.

"Did you finish your drink?" I asked spying her empty glass on the bedside table. She nodded yes.

"Want another?"

She nodded again and I poured her half a glass.

"You know…I feel like a fool talking to your back."

She didn't respond for a few seconds then I thought I heard a muffled sob.

"Are you ashamed of me, Daddy?" she asked quietly. 

Yes, she had been crying. I could hear it in her voice.

"No, honey," I said gently. "Actually I'm not."

Another pause.

"Why not?"

"Well, if you'll face me and talk, one adult to another, maybe I will tell you."

"I'm too embarrassed," was her muted response.

I sighed and asked: "Mind if I sit down? My feet are killing me."

She shook her head. Carefully I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned my back on the head board. I closed my eyes and tried to think of what next to say.

"You haven't done anything wrong in my view. You just had some bad luck in timing. Your mother is just shocked. She'll come around by morning."

"No she won't. I messed up big."

"Maybe you messed up, but you weren't doing anything your mom and I weren't doing at your age. It's just that no parent wants to know that their child is doing what they used to do. Parents, believe it or not, are just a bunch of hypocrites. We remember what we used to do and hope and pray our kids aren't doing it. We tend to forget that our kids are human, too."

"Then you don't think I'm a slut?"

"No," I said. "You are just my little baby girl and you will always be my heart."

"I still don't understand why you aren't mad at me."

"Well, let's just say I will be mad at you if you don't stop hiding in a pillow and turn around and face me. If you want to act like an adult with your boyfriend, at least have the respect to talk with me like an adult."

"OK," she said. "Give me a second?" She raised her arm up to her face and wiped it across her eyes. She turned over and pulled herself up to a sitting position beside me. Her eyes were cast downward as I looked at her. I could see she had been crying. I placed my hand under her chin and lifted it to face me.

"Now, what are those tears about? You faced down your mom without a second thought, but now you cry?"

"Just the embarrassment, I guess."

"Hmm, yes, the embarrassment. Tell you what. You don't have to be embarrassed in front of me. Everybody has sex at some point in their life. It's just natural. But this is what we'll do. I don't want you sneaking around, doing it in a car in some dark place. That's too dangerous. We'll find a secret spot for me to leave motel money for you. Use it when you need to, no questions asked. OK?"

She just stared at me blankly.

"I'll take that as a yes. One other thing, I hope you're using a condom."

Silence. 

Then…

"Uh…Dad…" in a very quiet voice.

"Sweetheart?" My heart was pounding. Visions of becoming a granddad or having a very sick daughter on my hands tumbled through my brain.

She lowered her head.

"Well, um, I'm a virgin."

OK. That caught me by surprise.

"Oh. So…uhh…your mom walked in on what would have been your first time?"

"Heck no," she suddenly laughed. "With Antoine? Oh, heck no! A blow job and a feel up were all he was getting. That's all any guy ever gets."

So now I was in way over my head. What should I say to that?

"Here," I said, reaching to the bedside table and handing her her glass. I grabbed mine. "Drink it before it gets….room temperature."

My daughter laughed again. She has this sweet laugh that changes pitch like music.

"Dad! You're speechless. I've never seen you speechless!" She suddenly spun round and wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck in a tight hug. Some of her Hennessey splashed onto the bed. "Thank you, Dad,, you're so great." And she kissed my cheek quickly. Oddly enough the only thought in my head was if my five o'clock shadow was prickly.

She sat back and took a long sip on her drink.

"Boys," she said after both of us had a few seconds of staring into our liquor. "Boys. So dumb. So predictable. So shallow. They don't want me. They want my body. And they're dumb enough to think I don't know this. But I like them too, but not enough to go all the way with them. I want someone I can love and I can't love those prancing, preening jerks with no thoughts of the future except whether or not he's gonna get laid this weekend or look good in front of his boys. I give a hand job or a blow job, he gets me off with his hands and he goes home with a shit eating grin. Fair trade off for a date, I guess."

I took a long, long swallow of my liquor.

"OK. I think we can file that under the way, way too much information department."

She giggled and sidled up against me. I stretched my left arm over her shoulder and snuggled her into my side. We sat like that silently for a few minutes.

"I miss this, you know, Dad."

"Hmmm?"

"Yeah. We used to watch TV like this when I was a kid. We haven't done this in years. I used to feel so warm and comfy I'd just fall asleep."

"I remember."

She turned her head to look up at me. "Why'd we stop?"

"Well, uh, one day you sort of filled out and, well, it wasn't appropriate anymore."

"You're a wus, Dad." She snuggled tighter against me.

"Uh, huh," was all I could say as I enjoyed the warmth of my daughter in my arms and dreamed of the adorable child she used to be.

My reverie was interrupted by a sudden banging on the door. We both simultaneously started.

My wife's cranky voice filled the room: "Since you two misfits want to be all psycho babble shit and talk and all rather than just giving that slut a good ass whipping til she bleeds, I am going to my sister's for the night. I ain't staying in no house with a stinking whore. Not me! Not under the same roof!" Her voice trailed off down the hall. "Not me. Not any god fearing woman in the same house with a harlot, a Jezebel, a Mary Magdeline!"

We heard the front door slam and the car pull out and zoom down the road. Sally and I looked at each other a second then burst out laughing. 

"Didn't…Mary…Magdeline…get converted…to Christ?" My daughter gasped out between snickers.

"Someone had to keep the disciples from getting bored on the road." I said and we began another round of laughter. A few minutes later, when we could hold our glasses relatively still again, I refreshed our drinks.

"We're gonna get drunk," Sally said.

"No. You're gonna get drunk. I'm already there."

"Oh," she said and drained her glass. "Mind if I catch up, then?"

"Of course not," I refilled her glass. "You got anything better to do?"

"Maybe," she whispered and turned her head up towards me. Her face was just inches away from mine. "Maybe I do." She leaned her head forward and placed her lips against mine. I opened my mouth and received her kiss. It was warm and moist and sensual. Her lips crawled across mine, her mouth opening to devour my lips, mine opening wider to take hers in. I sucked on her upper lip as her lower one caressed mine. Our mouths opened together and our tongues briefly met before our lips closed and we parted. We stared into each other's eyes not thinking, just giddy with the moment. My heart raced like a marathon runner's and my stomach did flip flops.

After a moment I had the presence of mind to place my glass on the bedside table. I removed her glass from her hand and rested it aside as well. My right hand slipped across her stomach and around her waist as we continued staring into each others eyes. As one we slid lower on the bed unto we were lying side by side. I studied her pretty pecan colored face. I smoothed a few strands of hair from over her almond shaped eyes, then slid the back of my right hand across her cheek, her shoulder, and around to her back. Her full lips were parted and her slightly wide but pert nose flared ever so slightly as she breathed.

I opened my mouth and took her lips into mine again. We kissed slowly, delicately, like two heart-sick lovers finding each other for the first time and memorizing each tender moment. Our embrace tightened and the kiss deepened. Her breasts pressed into my chest and my loins reacted. My erection grew, she felt it, and she pressed her crotch into mine. Our oral exploration continued, tongues meeting as she raised her left leg over my right one. Her knee bent and nestled at my waist as she pressed her sex tighter against mine. Her crotch gyrated ever so slightly as she rubbed me with her sex.

My arms roamed her back as hers did mine. We pressed ever closer into each other, savoring the warm pressure of each other's bodies. My right hand slid up and through her soft hair and I cupped her head with my hand. 

The kiss grew more frantic. We wanted more of each other. Our bodies humped each other, rubbing more and more furiously against each other. I sucked her lips, engulfed her mouth. She pulled back, engulfed my mouth. Our lips, our tongues, danced back and forth, tasting, taking, giving. I gripped her so tightly, feeling our ecstasy with every fiber of my being.

Then suddenly our kiss broke apart and we were gasping for breath. She panted, studying my face as I studied hers. Our loins still rocked against each other, slowed, but still rubbing. I looked at my daughter, loved my daughter and closed my eyes. I hugged her to me. She gripped my back and we both held very still for a moments, foreheads meeting. When we relaxed our hug I looked at Sally and was surprised to see quiet tears flowing from her eyes. I was even more surprised to find that my own eyes had been leaking.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered, the first words spoken since our first kiss, how long ago? Five minutes? Ten minutes? Did it matter? "I love you, Daddy. I really, truly love you." Then she buried her face in my chest.

"I love you too, Darling. I love you too," I whispered into her hair and cuddled her to me.

We fell asleep in each others arms.

When I awoke several hours later, it was still dark out. I was lying on my back, left arm embracing my daughter. Sally was sprawled across me, snoring lightly. She was face down with her head, her right cheek, nestled on my shoulder. Her arm was sprawled across my chest and her left leg bent upward with her thigh lying across my waist. I stroked her hair and caressed her back with my free hand.

"Oh my God," I thought, thinking about her lithe body. My groin started to react and the bulge in my pants grew until it contacted her thigh. I tried to will it down, but it just strained further, threatening to burst through its confines. I thought about my daughter. Thought about what I suddenly wanted to do with her. I had no second thoughts about what had transpired earlier and I even wanted it to go further. My daughter. My precious little one. I remembered the kiss, relived it in my mind from the first contact to the last. I wondered what was going through her mind, if she wanted as much as I wanted. Was this real? Would it continue? Or were we both just caught up in the emotion of the evening? In the liquor we had both consumed? I drifted back into sleep and dreamed of my daughter.

******

When I woke up again it was daylight. Sally was not in the bed with me. A few seconds later she entered the room in a bathrobe and drying her hair.

"Ah, good morning, sleepy head," she said and walked over and planted a quick kiss on my lips. "Breakfast is ready and there's tomato juice right there on the nightstand if you need it."

I did. I sat up, regretted it, and held my head in my hands. Sally laughed.

"That's what you get for guzzling Hennessey straight."

I gave her my middle finger and reached for the tomato juice.




My Daughter, My Lover



"Did your mother get back?" I asked after a few tentative swallows.

"No, but she called this morning."

"She talked to you?"

"Well, I don't know if you call her saying, "Oh, it's the bitch," talking, but she did ask for you. I told her you were out cold. So she lectured me and told me what my aunt thinks of me. Said she'd maybe be back this afternoon and that you'd better be sober."

"Oh. How'd you feel about what your aunt had to say?"

She shrugged.

"I dunno. I sort of expected something like that."

"So, you're OK?"

"Yeah. This'll blow over. Last night was crazy, that's all."

"Well, I'm glad to see someone's being mature about this."

She smiled at me and gave her hair a couple of last violent rubs with the towel.

"And…er…speaking of last night," I stammered. "With you and me, I mean…"

"Dad," she walked over to me, sat on my lap, draped her right arm over my shoulder and smiled. "Last night was perfect." She kissed me, caressing my right cheek with her left hand. Her kiss was open-mouthed, hungry and lingering. 

"Just perfect." She gave me another quick peck, and then jumped up, patting my cheek. "You need a shave. Come, let's have breakfast." She grabbed my hand, pulled me off the bed and led me to the kitchen.

She had laid out two places, side by side. On the plates were scrambled eggs, bacon, breakfast links and toast. A single small plate held globs of grape jelly and a coffee pot was steaming on a hot plate.

"Wow, you went all out! I'd sort of gotten used to a bowl of Cherrios," I smiled at her.

"Sit, let's eat," she smiled back.

Any questions I had about the prior evening were subtly answered during that breakfast. Our knees bumped first, sending tingles of electricity through me. Then our lower legs were touching, rubbing lightly across each other. As we made small talk about the coming day, her left hand found its way to my thigh and rested there.

"Dad," she said in a serious voice when the meal was almost over. "Last night, in my room…"

"Was perfect for me too."

She looked down and smiled. I know she blushed though it is impossible to see it through her complexion.

"I, well, I never felt that way when I kissed boys before. It was like there was something…more."

"Love?"

"Yeah, I think so. Crazy, isn't it?"

"I hope not," I said and placed my right arm across her shoulders and hugged her lightly to me. She pecked my lips.

"I mean, if I kissed a boy on a date and I had felt like that, I'd be killing myself hoping he'd ask me to be his girlfriend." She looked down and stared at her lap.

My heart started fluttering again and that ache grew up in my midsection. I was suddenly frightened. Could she really mean…? Did she want…? What if I said the wrong thing now? What if saying nothing was the wrong thing? I agonized a brief moment before remembering something she said last night: "Dad, you're a wus." 

I took a deep breath.

"Sally, be my girlfriend?"

"Oh-my-god!" she shouted and was out of her chair, onto my lap, and straddling me. "Yes, yes, yes!" She shouted in between plastering my mouth with kisses. "Oh, yes!"

And she was hugging me tightly, her head resting on my shoulder. I'm sure there were tears in her eyes again because there certainly were a lot in mine.

******

Well, her mother came home later that afternoon, much calmed down but still with a palpable aura of frost about her. She barely looked at Sally, and when she did, anger and accusation still flashed in her eyes. I got the silent treatment too, which was in actuality a welcome relief. I had other things on my mind today and I was glad there were no sparring matches to ruin my mood. I was high with life. High with a new found love. Sally and I went about the Saturday household chores, but smiled, winked or stuck out our tongues surreptitiously at each other. When we'd pass one another in the hallway or a room, we'd manage to brush arms or fingertips secretly. Once, when she needed to reach something behind me in the kitchen cupboard, she'd even managed to rub a breast against my arm. Boy, I fought valiantly against having an erection as her mother was standing right next to us!

Eventually, the day wore to a close and I suggested a family outing to the theater.

"I'm not in a movie watching mood," Dorette said. "Why don't you and the harlot go so I can disinfect my house."

Sally gave her a look that would curdle milk, but didn't linger and rushed to her room to get ready.

I floated on cloud nine. My first date out with my daughter. Things could not be going more perfectly!

******

"Touch me, Daddy," my baby whispered.

We were in the darkened theatre snuggled into the far back corner. My left arm was around her, the seat's middle armrest was folded up and she pressed herself hungrily into my side. Her legs were curled up in the chair showing an obscene amount of thigh. Her arms though were resting modestly in her lap. She was wearing a light grey miniskirt with a powder-blue halter top leaving her midriff and cute bellybutton bare. The outfit was calculated to both piss off her mother and make me horny. I had to duck-walk to the car. Any guy reading this should know why! I had worried about her being cold in the theatre, but she assured me that her date would keep her plenty warm.

The movie had been going a half hour when she asked her question. She had been curled tightly in my arm since the lights had gone down. We'd been touching for all that time. So, her request had to be for something more intimate.

I lifted her chin with my right hand and kissed her briefly on the lips.

"Are you always so brazen on your first dates?" I asked.

"Do you always talk so much?" she answered and lightly bit my lower lip.

I chuckled softly and bit her lip back. She tried to bite my mouth again and our lips wrestled into a full-fledged, tongue swallowing, 'can't get enough of you' kiss. Her left hand reached around and grabbed my shoulder, pulling me fiercely to her. Our lips locked tightly and soon our kiss mellowed out into a soft, leisurely exploration of each other's mouths. My right hand found the bare left side of her stomach. I felt her skin tremble briefly at the touch and a tingle of electricity ran up my arm.

Her stomach was smooth and toned, warm to the touch. My palm moved delicately over it, causing a few more light tremors. I massaged my fingertips into her flesh and groped upwards. I felt the outline of her lowest rib and then, sending shivers through both of our bodies, contacted the lower bulge of her left breast.

I let out a slow breath and closed my eyes. My penis was hard and aching delightfully. I was about to fondle my daughter's breast!

I must confess to some nervousness at this point. This was too good to be true. My body shivered with nervous anticipation and built up adrenaline.

"Oh, God, touch me," her shaky voice whispered in my ear.

I slid my hand upwards, brushed her hardened nipple with my fingers, felt her stiffen at the fleeting touch, and then fully grasped her hand-sized breast. I felt her rapid breath in my ear, her quick heartbeat against my hand. I clasped her breast tightly. Not wanting to let go.

I relaxed a little and started rubbing the outer areas of her breast with my fingertips. Every few seconds I let my palm brush her nipple. With each subtle contact I was rewarded with a sharp intake of her breath. She pushed her breast hard against my hand and gasped.

"Daddy, oh, Daddy! Really, really, touch me!"

I reached my hand in from the top of her bra, found her nipple and twirled it between my thumb and forefinger. I moved my hand around a little awkwardly because of the pressure from the fabric of her bra. I pulled my hand out and reinserted it from the bottom of the cup. I fumbled a little with her fleshy breast before she put her hands under her halter and fiddled with the front clasp of her bra. It sprung free and suddenly her unrestrained breast was bouncing in my hand.

God, it was firm and tight. I hadn't felt a breast this full since I was a teenager. At that point I longed more than anything else to lift her blouse and lower my head to her bosom for a nice long suck on her nipples. At the thought, I quickly pinched her nipple and pulled on it until my fingers slid of the tip.

She gasped.

"Do that again, Daddy," was her soft whisper. "Do that again."

I did as my baby asked, putting slightly more pressure into the pinch.

"God! Again. Please, again!"

I repeated my action again, this time lightly twisting her nipples. Her breath caught, then relaxed and she started squirming in the chair. Her thighs were rubbing slowly against each other and her right hand gripped my thigh.

I played with her breast, leaving her nipple alone, and causing a soft whimper. I stroked the top where the swelling of her breast blended into her chest. My fingers dribbled down the left curb of her globe and I lightly, oh so lightly, let my palm graze her nipple for just a second. I continued fingering the outside of her breast, moving down underneath, cupping the weight of her tit in my hand. My fingers roamed underneath, tickling the buried underside of her breast and chest. My hand slid out and I grazed my thumb across her nipple, eliciting her now familiar gasp. I noticed her thighs were rubbing a little more rapidly and her squirming was more urgent. I brought my fingers to the top and like a guitar player strummed them repeatedly across her nipples. She pressed forward against my hand and her hand on my thigh clenched tightly.

"Dahhdeeee…." She squealed under her breath and her body shook once, twice and then a third time. She sagged against me breathing heavily.

I kissed the top of her head and kept my hand resting lightly over her breast.

Sally started to move the hand on my thigh. It roamed upward and came into contact with my erect penis. It was my turn to take a sharp breath. I hadn't realized just how sensitive it had become in my lust or my daughter. Sally didn't hesitate a moment in running her hand up the full length and then finding the zipper to my pants. Using both hands she got the zipper down, reached into my pants and tried to free my hard-on. It was too stiff to come out and, regretfully, I had to release her breast to give her a hand in unlimbering it. After a couple seconds it popped free and stood up proudly in the darkened theatre.

Sally just stared at it with her hands resting idly in my lap.

"It's beautiful," she murmured. 

She turned slightly in her seat to face it and took the base of the shaft in her right hand.

"Shit," I said, and my whole body stiffened. Her touch was like a lightning bolt shooting shock waves through me. She moved her hand up slowly and my penis jumped in response. Her hand moved delicately and agonizingly slowly up the shaft. She reached the top, ran her fingers over the head, lubing them with pre-cum, and glided her fingers one by one down the underside of my penis. When she reached the bottom I was gripping the armrest of my chair so hard I thought it would break.

Then she whispered: "God, I wish I could take it in my mouth right now."

I almost lost it right then as she simultaneously gave the bottom of my shaft a hard squeeze. She held her grip and slowly moved her hand up and down about a half inch. She kept this motion while squirming in her seat and doing something under her skirt with her left hand. She leaned forward, straightened her legs and I glimpsed a wisp of cloth sliding down them. When she was curled back up in the seat she held her panties in her let hand.

"Holy shit," I thought as I felt myself grow even harder.

She dragged her silk underwear lovingly across the tip of my penis. She twirled the fabric lightly and spiraled it down my shaft. The sensation was unbearable. The smooth, wispy fabric tickled parts of my penis that I didn't know I had. I bucked my hips upwards, encouraging the contact.

She wrapped my penis in the panty and stroked down with it while her firmly emplaced right hand stroked upwards. The feeling was unbearable. The soft, smooth silk above and her firm hand below made me want to cum. But she kept her motions slow enough that I couldn't. I wanted desperately to grab her hands, speed up her motion and rush to my climax. I struggled to maintain my discipline as my hips did an undistinguished dance in my chair.

She released her hold on my penis and let the panty fall to my groin. My shaft stuck up through one of the leg holes. Her right hand grasped my shaft again, this time also grabbing the engulfing panty. She slid its silk up and down my entire shaft several times in a smooth, rhythmic motion. Her left hand gathered some more of my pre-cum and started playing with the tip of my dick.

Jesus, she was driving me crazy.

She started moving her right hand up and down faster about the same time I started bucking my hips up into her smooth, silk sheath. Her left hand was stationary now, finger tips drooping downward. The motion of my cock generated by her other hand was sufficient to send the top of my dick flicking against her moist fingertips.

"Aw, Sally," I gasped and gripped her tightly with my left arm which was still around her shoulders. I slid that hand down, found the bottom of her halter top, slid under it and grabbed her breast. I kneaded and massaged her boob roughly as she toyed with my penis.

That feeling was building up inside me and my body grew tenser and tenser as she milked me. I gritted my teeth and strained against release.

"I can't wait to taste you, Daddy," she whispered in my ear and I released a mighty burst that was stopped expertly by her hovering left hand. She kept pumping as my semen gushed upward, coating her hands and seeping back down onto my penis and her panties.

I was breathing raggedly now as she eased off on the speed of her pumping motion. She stroked me more and more slowly as my penis softened and she coaxed out the last of my cum.

She gathered her panty together carefully, wiping her cum coated hands on it. She found a clean spot and used that to clean up my penis. Then she lifted it off and carefully folded the silk garment with all my come inside. When it was a neat little square she pressed it into my right hand, kissed me on the cheek and said: "For you."

******

We watched the rest of the movie in each other's arms without further orgasms. My left hand stayed glued to her left breast and her right hand rested gently in my lap on top of my exposed penis. We were cozy.

At one point during the show I started stroking her smooth thighs with my right hand. I did this for several minutes, then idly moved my hand under her mini-skirt towards her crotch.

"No, not yet," she gently whispered, never taking her eyes of the movie screen. I removed my hand.

******

Walking out of the theatre I stayed close behind her, idly wondering if her flouncing mini-skirt was short enough for people to see her bare ass.

Once in the car she suggested we go dancing.

"Did you bring another pair of panties," I asked. She hadn't and pouted her lips.

"I want to be the only one who can see your body," I said. She grinned suddenly and jumped across me in the driver's seat and kissed me fully, aggressively, on the mouth. I held onto my wildcat, copping a feel of the side of her breast with my left hand and her bare ass with my right.

After about ten seconds she broke the kiss and lay back in my arms, smiling up at me.

"I want to make love to you," she sighed.

I looked down at my angel while stroking her delightful hip.

"And I want you so badly," I said. I removed my hand from her thigh and gently massaged her left breast with the back of my hand. "I want you so bad it hurts."

"But we can't tonight," she let out a long slow breath. "Mom knows what time the movie lets out and she'll know we weren't at the club."

We stayed silently like that for about five minutes before I suggested we get going. We held hands all the way to the house, squeezing little messages of love and impatient longing to each other.

******

Dorette was already in bed when we got home. Reluctantly I kissed my daughter good night at her bedroom door and patted her naked fanny for good measure. She stepped into her room but peered smilingly out at me until her door was closed. I trudged dejectedly across the hall to my own bedroom. Dorette was reclining on the bed, reading a Harliquin and, surprisingly, dressed in one of her sexy lingerie. I was taken aback. She hadn't dressed up for me in years.

"Wow," I said. "You look superb."

"Well, hurry and get ready for bed. I won't wait forever," she said in a husky voice and winked.

I went to our bathroom and closed the door. Shit. Shit. Shit. What is with some women? For a day and a half she's in a pissy mood, now she suddenly wants to fuck!

I shucked off my clothes and stared down at my cock. It wanted pussy, but definitely not the pussy sprawled in my bed right now. I wondered if I'd even be able to get it up for my wife. I removed my daughter's soiled panties from my pocket and held the garment up to my nose. I smelled my come, but also a fresh, pleasant scent that was new to me. My daughter's smell. My cock sprung instantly to life.

"You're a dirty stinking bastard," I thought to myself. I would get it up for my wife, but it wouldn't be her I'd be loving while I fucked her.

I stepped into the shower and paid extra attention to cleaning my penis. I didn't want my wife smelling cum on me.

My preservation instinct turned out to be right on target. As I turned out the lights and hopped in bed she was on top of me in an instant.

"I've been such a bitch to you," she mumbled while biting my nipples. She raked her hands down my sides and back up my chest. She was straddling my legs and nibbling her way down my chest. 

"I know you put up with a lot of shit from me, but I do know how to please my man," she growled and flicked her tongue into my belly button. It was all I could do to keep from laughing at her. I thought of my daughter, her pert breasts and her naked bottom. My member started to rise.

"Yes…Big Daddy can't resist Hot Mama," she crooned as she cupped my balls. Her mouth descended on my dick just as I was thinking about the secret irony in her choice of pet name for me.

Well, whatever her other failings, Dorette is a world class cocksucker. Often I had figured it was because of all the exercise her mouth got from her perpetual screaming and cussing. Tonight, she swallowed my cock to the hilt in one try. She held my cock locked in her throat and started humming. The vibrations traveled up and down my cock insuring that I wouldn't need to think about Sally to stay hard.

"Um, Uummm!" She hummed, sliding my cock out of her mouth. She licked m balls then ran her tongue up and down my shaft. She grabbed the base with one hand and started pumping. Her mouth descended over the head and started licking it. I arched my hips upwards to try and get my cock all the way back in there. She held me at bay, teasing with her tongue and pumping with her hand. Then she slid her body up mine, crushing her breasts into my stomach and then chest as she moved upwards. She kissed my chest, my neck, my ears and finally my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and grasped her buttocks. I moved my hands back and forth over her ass, found the crack and slid my hand down into her teddy until I was fingering her wet pussy.

"You want some of that?" She growled at me. "Tell me you want some of my hot sauce."

"I want you," I said half-heartedly. "I want you bad."

"What do you want to do with me?" She slid her scantily clad groin back and forth across my cock.

"I want to fuck you."

"Just fuck me?"

"I want to fuck you. I want to tear up your pussy. I want to grind you 'til you can't walk!"




My Daughter, My Lover



"Yes. Yes. Do it!"

She was rocking back and forth violently on my cock. I reached between us, spread the teddy's crotch away from her pussy and pushed my cock up into her waiting slit.

"Yesss," she groaned and pushed back onto it, forcing it all the way in.

She pushed herself up into a half-sitting position and braced herself with her hands on my chest. She turned her head to look down and behind at her derriere, as if trying to visually make certain my penis had found the right spot. She bean undulating her hips from the waist, creating a rocking motion that swayed my penis back and forth inside her.

"Mmmm, mmmmm! My man's got a cock that pleases!"

She ground her pubic hair into my groin on her forward shove then slid up and back before grinding forward again. This motion didn't really do much for me, but she could have several orgasms that way without any danger of me cumming. She rocked faster and faster saying nasty but complimentary things about my cock. Suddenly, after a few minutes, she stiffened and started shivering. 

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she repeated as her thighs clamped spasmodically against my hips and waist. Then she collapsed on me breathing hard. Now it was my turn to work.

I clamped my arms firmly around her back, bent my knees upwards, and then started thrusting into her. My groin lifted to slam into her twat, fell back into the mattress and rebounded to slam even harder into her. I thrust faster and faster, taking what I needed and abusing her pussy. She couldn't talk any longer, but just let out an "Oh, Oh, Oh" with each of my inward thrusts. I hugged her to me tighter, feeling her cushiony breasts pressed into my chest. My tempo increased to several thrusts a second as my peak approached. Her "oh's" grew louder, my hug grew tighter, our breaths grew shorter until suddenly I halted on an in-thrust, pressed my cock as deep as I could inside her and exploded with a torrent of cum. I felt the first burst hit inside her and splash back onto my cock. I withdrew halfway and thrust again, letting loose another spurt. With each subsequent thrust, I shot more semen into her until I was drained. My hips collapsed onto the bed and I relaxed my bear hug. She was shuddering in an orgasm of her own, so I caressed her back until it subsided.

"Man, I love it when we fuck in this position, Harold. You're the only man who's ever done it to me this way,"

I continued stroking her shoulders. I had heard it all before.

"What's going through your mind?" she asked, stroking the left side of my face.

Damn women. How do they always know when you are thinking of something besides them? Actually, I was thinking of her but it wan not something I could tell her. I had been wondering during the after-sex wind down, if I still really loved this woman. Tonight was not the first time those thoughts had come into my head. For a while now I had been tired of her bickering and her foul mouthed ways. I like to cuddle and be cuddled. But she rarely put me in a cuddling mood these days. Yes, we had sex many times a week, but it was not comforting sex, it was just horny-time sex. The love was gone from our lovemaking.

I had to answer her. Telling the truth was out of the question, so I came close.

"I just keep thinking of how, during the day, you are always fussing and cussing but at night you want to be all sexy and shit."

"That's because you and that child always give me shit to cuss about."

"Well, it sometimes makes me wonder if you really want me around."

She pulled up and looked into my eyes.

"If I didn't want you around, you know I would have put your shit in the street long ago. Besides," she reached back and between our legs to fondle my cock. "I could never live without this monster."

She played with my cock until I started feeling it stir again. When it was hard she rolled off me and pulled off her teddy. She got on her hands and knees. Obligingly, I got on my knees behind her and sank my cock into her vagina. Her large, brown backside pushed back onto me. I started thrusting. I put my hands on her buttocks and spread them apart so that her anus was winking up at me.

"Oh, yes. So good," she moaned. She always liked it when I spread her ass cheeks.

I moved in and out of her slowly, feeling the bumps and ripples inside her pussy glide against my cock. She also moved in time with me, arching and bending her back up and down so that her pussy contracted against my cock all the way up inside her. Most women I had known just pushed their hips back and forth against me. But she worked her hips in circles while rocking from her waist. Her whole body undulated like waves in the ocean. Even though this was doggy-style we were both full-time workers in the sex act.

I put a hand on her back and slipped it down to her right breast. It swayed back and forth against my hand. I reached further around until her nipple was flicking back and forth across my fingers. She moaned at this. She liked it when I did that. I leaned forward onto her back and did her left breast to.

After a minute she said: "I want to feel full of you. Real full of you."

That was our code phrase for anal sex. She had once, a long time ago, explained the sensation to me as "being full".

"When you're in there, I feel as if you are completely inside me. I feel…full," she had said and the phrase became our personal euphemism for fucking in the ass.

I straightened up, gently slipped out of her vagina, spread her hips and pressed the head of my dick against her anus. She pushed back and my head popped past her anal ring.

"Ugh," she blurted out and let her head drop into the pillows. She splayed her knees wider, lowering her butt slightly, and I pushed in an inch.

"Oh God," she grunted. I pulled back a little then pushed again. I sank a few inches in and was rewarded with a high pitched squeal. I grasped both hips and pushed all the way in.

"Ohhhh Gawd, yessssss," she squealed. "Oh, Harold, tear it apart, please. TEAR-IT-A-PART!"

I aimed to please and started humping her big time. Her anus gripped my rod furiously as I began an ass pounding than had her mewling. I never lasted long in her ass with the tremendous pressure and the speed of the pounding she required. And she helped it along with tremendous muscle control and dirty language.

"Damn! You're going to break that thing off in me," she shouted while compressing her innards against me in her magical way. "Break that rod off in me! Break it off! Tear my butt open, you fucker! Tear it wide open!"

I gritted my teeth and tried my best to do as she commanded. Sweat ran of my forehead and splashed onto her back and into her crack. I yanked my penis in and out, watching her asshole pull and pucker with my thrusts. I looked at her pretty back arching up and down and her head smashed into the pillow. It rocked into the cushion with each violent thrust.

"Ohhhh, I'm gonna cum," she growled and I started pushing harder. My dick was begging to cum and I was trying desperately to hold off. I stared at the ceiling, grunting with the effort.

"Cum, you bitch, cum!" I smacked her ass, watched it ripple, the smacked it again. That pushed her over the edged. She collapsed flat out on the bed, shuddering and screaming. I rode her flattened and convulsing body for three more strokes. Her hips fit smoothly into my crotch as I pressed her into the mattress and vented my semen into her bowels. She was suddenly slick inside with my cum and I slid in and out easily for my last few exhausted strokes.

We lay like that a few minutes catching our breath. I enjoyed the feel of my wife's soft body below me, rising and falling with ragged breaths. Eventually I rolled off of her and onto my back. She crawled up against my left side, snuggled her breast on my chest and curled a leg over mine. I put my arms around her and held her close. She sighed as she pressed into me. I shivered as I thought about her. I really still loved this woman. I couldn't fathom why, but I did.

"Honey," she cooed.

"Uh hum."

"I'm sorry about last night. I really overreacted."

"Maybe that's something you need to tell Sally."

"You know I can't do that. Besides, I wasn't wrong, I just overreacted."

I felt wetness on my shoulder and chest and realized my wife was crying.

"Well, I suppose anyone could easily overreact in than situation," I said.

"It's just that no one wants to think about their kids having sex, much less see them."

"I know, I know," I replied while rubbing her back. "But you sure scared the hell out of our kid."

"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" She chuckled. "I don't think she'll be doing anything with anyone anytime soon."

Oh, so little did my wife know. So little did she know.

She chuckled a few more times before descending into sleep and starting to snore. I lay awake a while longer, staring at the shadows in the ceiling and thinking of Sally in the next room. My penis started to rise again as I recalled our evening at the movies. I smiled thinking of her fresh enthusiasm and lack of inhibition when showing affection to me. I remember her underwear and the smell of our scents mixed together on it.

I hugged my wife closer to me and fell asleep smiling and dreaming of my daughter.

******

Something was wrong with Sally Sunday morning.

Sally was usually up before us and rattling around downstairs while we were still dragging our old, creaking bodies out of bed. This morning Sunday Brunch was ready and we had to shout upstairs to get her out of her room. Dorette was bright and cheerful and bouncing around in her morning-after-sex high. When Sally appeared in the dining room she received a bubbly good morning and a hug and a kiss from her mother but brushed it off with a half-assed "'Morning". Dorette didn't notice the attitude, but I certainly did.

"'Morning, Sally," I said.

She met my eyes briefly with a blazing glare and set teeth, hashed out the same rude "'Morning" and crashed down into her chair for breakfast. She ate her food quickly with her head down, never looked at either her mother or me, then abruptly excused herself when she was done and went back upstairs to her room. Her mother just stared at the chair Sally had vacated.

"Yes, I think I was too rough on her."

"Don't worry about it," I mumbled past a mouthful of blueberry waffle. "She's a big girl. She'll come around."

"Uh huh. We'll just give it a day or two."

I truly wished I was as confident about Sally as I sounded to my wife. I knew Sally wasn't bothered by my wife's prior tirade. She had been happy and cheerful when we got home last night and her entire angst against her mother seemed to have been forgotten. I began to wonder if Sally was having second thoughts about being romantically involved with me. Maybe after two days she suddenly realized that what she was doing with her dad was wrong. Maybe she was thinking that I had taken advantage of her in an emotionally distraught state. I started panicking. We had both been drinking that first night. God. It is unlawful sexual contact to fondle a drunk woman. And then last night. She was still on the outs with her mother. Had the theatre been a revenge thing? Had she acted unthinkingly to spite her mother? And had I, her father and protector, betrayed her trust and confidence in me by engaging in sex acts with her? My head was starting to ache and I could feel the blood pounding around in it.

"Harold! Are you listening?"

I jerked back to the real world with a start. Dorette was holding a telephone in her hand, stretching it across the table to me. I hadn't even heard it ring. I took the phone and put it to my ear.

"Hello? Oh, Mr. Brewster. No, no. We're fine. The family's good. Uh, huh. Listen, I'm fine with it. We gotta do what we gotta do, right? I'll get ready and be there in a half an hour."

I put the phone down and leaned back in my chair with my eyes closed. I took a deep breath, let it out loudly and looked at Dorette.

"Mr. Brewster has asked me to come in. A problem with one of the accounts."

"I know, I know," Dorette said. "Tax time. Happens every year. You just go, get it done, keep that money rolling in." She stood up, came around the table and kissed me on my forehead.

"Maybe when you get back I'll be in the mood for you to 'fill me up' again." She gave my cock a quick squeeze then started to clear the table.

"It's probably nothing much," I said. "Maybe just an hour or two."

"Oh, Harold. You know your clients. They'll probably have you there into the night trying to squeeze an extra two cents off their taxes. Don't worry about me. I'll probably go visit my sister this afternoon."

I started to get up from the table.

"Say," Dorette said. "Why don't you take Sally with you? She's summer-jobbed there. Maybe she can help you get done faster. Besides, maybe with a little more time away from me, perhaps you can open her up and set things right with the family."

"Uh," I started. "Maybe some other time? My clients, they…."

"Sahhh-leeeee!" Dorette called out loudly. "Your Dad's going to the office to work. You wanna run with him and see if you can help out."

"OK," came the muffled response that stunned me into silence. What the fuck…?

Dorette turned to me and smiled.

"There, all set. Not that I really need a cock-blocker with you," Dorette grinned. "But one can never be too certain with all those hard-up secretaries running around your building."

She carted the dishes into the kitchen and I just stood there, mouth hanging open like a fool.

Sally came skipping down the in pink short pants and a white t-shirt decorated with pink roses.

"Are you ready," she asked in an abrupt tone.

"Yeah."

I grabbed the keys and headed out the front door without looking back. I opened the car's passenger door for Sally and she pulled it shut herself. When I got round to the driver's side, I found the door still locked. I didn't comment on it as I started the ignition and reversed the car out of the driveway. We drove in silence until we were out of the suburbs and heading down the county road.

"Pull over here just a second," she said.

I pulled far right onto the shoulder and stopped beside a large oak tree. Sally unbuckled her seat beat, leaned across me and planted a two second long kiss on my lips. Then she sat back in her seat, refastened her seat belt and stared out through the windshield, hands folded neatly in her lap, as if nothing had happened.

"You can drive again now," she said after a moment. I just sat there staring at her.

"Drive," she insisted and I put the car in gear and headed back out onto the highway.

Just before I was about to ask a question, she spoke again.

"That was so you would know that I am not mad at you about anything we did. However, I am mad at you."

"What? Why?" I stammered.

"Like you don't know." She stared out the passenger window.

"No, really. I don't know."

She turned and glared at me.

"Yeah, right. You and mom, humping up a storm last night. Making all the noise in the world like I'm deaf or something. And right after you and I….after you and I…."

My dear Sally started crying.

"Oh, geez, Sally," I said, getting flustered myself. There was a gas station up ahead and I pulled the car into the lot. I turned to my daughter.

"God, Sally. She's my wife. What were you expecting?"

"I don't know," She sobbed. "It's just that hearing you two last night, it just hit me. She, mom, was making love to my boyfriend. My man. It hurt inside. In my gut."

I pressed back into my seat and stared at the car roof.

"Oh, Sally. This is my fault, I wasn't thinking. I just wasn't thinking. But what are we going to do now? I never had it in my mind to break up with your mom when I asked you to go with me. I guess I sort of assumed that we would have our love for each other on the side and your mom and I would just continue. I guess this is all very unfair to you."

"No, no," Sally shook her head. "I'm a big girl. A little naïve, but I'm an adult. I knew what I was getting into. It's just that I didn't expect you to have sex with her again so soon, especially after we, you know, last night…."

I sighed.

"Darling, I wish it had been as simple as just walking into the room and going to bed. That really was my intention. But your mom, she did herself up all nice a special to make up for fighting with me the other night. 

"But I'll tell you a secret: I couldn't even get it up until I took a whiff of your panties."

She looked up at me, tears glistening in her big doe eyes.

"Really?"

"Really."

She gave me a tiny smile.

"So my panties helped?"

"Your panties helped. Look, I still have them with me." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the cum-stained garment she had given me. "My new good-luck charm."

She stared at the tiny garment in awe.

"I'm going to keep it with me at all times from now on. It's my most treasured possession."

She fingered the panty sitting in the palm of my hand.

"I suppose I can live with you and mom screwing. I mean, it's what you all are supposed to do right? Being married and all? But, can you two like do it more quietly so that I don't have to hear?"

"Uh, we weren't aware that you could hear us."

"Hah! In that house? I been listening to you all going at it all my life! I have to pull pillows over my ears just to get to sleep sometimes. Do you know how gross it is to hear your parents screwing?"

"Oh."

"Dad! You're embarrassed! Look at you!"

"Yeah, ah, look, we'd better get driving. My boss is gonna be wondering about me."

I had to put up with Sally singing "Daddy's embarrassed, Daddy's embarrassed," for the next ten minutes until we were at my office. At least my daughter, my girlfriend, wasn't mad at me anymore.

******

"I think about you all the time, you know."

We were sitting in my office. I was behind my desk reading a file. She was reclining on the sofa across from me, supposedly reading a novel. My office was pretty fair sized. I had moved up long ago from the sterile cubicles most of the staff was crammed into. As tax manager for the accounting firm I rated a picture window, a small conference table and the sofa on which I'd caught many a cat-nap after long nights.

Today's client was one of those pain-in-the-ass accounts. You'd be surprised how many companies do not take their accountant's advice and then bawl and scream at you when they owe money at tax time. My job today was to reduce one such joker's tax liability to zero and still keep his and my butts out of jail. I already knew there was nothing I could do, but I was required to put in the requisite slop time.

"Even while you're asleep?" I answered my daughter.

"Especially while I'm asleep." She let out one of those soft, dreamy noises that have hardened men's dicks since time immemorial. "Do you think about me all the time?"

"Since before you were born, Sweetheart. Since before you were born." I turned a few pages of the tax report.

"Aw, Daddy. You know what I mean."

"I do? What do you mean?" I grinned at her over the sheaf of papers. She stuck out her tongue at me and made a show of delving back into her book and ignoring me.

I continued staring at her sexy, reclining form for a few minutes. My daughter is astoundingly beautiful and shapely. I don't just say that as a parent doting over his child. She turns heads when she walks and I have considered buying a gun more than once during her high school dating career. Every boy in her school wants to go out with her and she has seen it as her moral imperative to tease the hell out of as many of them as possible. This she seems capable of doing just by breathing.

Sally was about 5'4'' and sported the classic "coca cola" body just like her mom. Her behind was a smooth round half moon and her breasts were pert, upstanding, hand size prizes. 34B was my guess. Her skin was evenly toned and the color of unshelled pecans. She kept her shoulder length black hair permed with a light wave and almost always wore it loose. She had a bright smile that captivated and deep brown eyes that always seemed to sparkle. My eyes roamed up her bare and slender legs, past toned thighs to where they met pink hot pants that barely covered her hips. Her belly was taut and flat and her breasts…oh, those lovely mounds gently shaped by her bra…they rose up and down right now, gently flowing with her breathing. I wondered what they looked like, those breasts. I remembered last night. I knew she was teasing me; letting me touch them, but not letting me see them. She seemed a pro at the art of enticement. Give a little, take a little. Keep the mystery going. Keep you enchanted.




My Daughter, My Lover Ch. 01



My wife, Helen, and I were still together, that’s about the best you could say about our relationship. We have just seemed to have grown apart over the years, it wasn’t dramatic, we just seem to have less in common as time passes. Now we are virtually strangers, we live in the same house, but we live separate lives. I am involved in my work, and Helen is involved with her friends and clubs. We still sleep together, but I guess that, after 19 years, is more out off habit than love. Occasionally we make love, but usually only about once a month or so. Probably the only reason we are still together is our children. We have two, Ronnie, our daughter, (just try and get her to answer to Veronica) at 19 a beautiful blonde who, when she’d started dating, had given her mother and I plenty of sleepless nights. And Drew, (short for Andrew, what is it about kids and nick names) who, at 18 is just finishing high school, where, as a 6 foot 1 swimmer, he’d given a lot of other parents sleepless nights.

I was going out of town for a week on one of my business trips, when Ronnie surprised me by asking if she could come along, she wanted to look at some colleges in the city I was going to. Ronnie had taken a year off after high school, to ‘find herself’, she said. It seemed more like to have as much fun as she could before she went to college. I was pleased that she was actually going to go to college, I’d been afraid she wouldn’t bother. I want my children to have the best education they can. Of course I agreed and called my hotel telling them that I now needed a double room, what I didn’t tell them was that the second person was my daughter, that was why they assumed it was my wife.

So, finally it was time to leave, I gave Helen my usual peck on the cheek, waved bye to Drew and we left for the airport. We checked in and went to the boarding area to wait. While we were sitting there, talking about things in general, I noticed that everyone, or at least the men, were looking at us. I wondered why, then I realised that they were actually looking at Ronnie. I looked at her then, really looked, suddenly I realised how really pretty she was. I guess I’d always thought of her as my little girl, and always looked on her that way, no matter her age, now, looking at her as a woman for the first time I realised why we were the centre of attention. Ronnie was a really sexy young lady. I was still struggling with the idea that my little girl was all grown up, when we boarded our plane.

We got to the hotel too early to check in, so we left our bags and went out. I went to my first meeting, and Ronnie, well she just went out, we arranged to meet again that evening, have dinner and head to our room.

By the time we finally got to our room we were both tired, Ronnie opened the door and I carried our bags in. I realised immediately that I’d made a mistake when I changed my booking, there was only a double bed. “Damn.” I said.

“What’s the matter, Dad?” Ronnie asked.

“There’s only a double bed, they must have thought you were my wife when I changed the booking. I’ll call the desk and get them to get us a room with 2 singles.” I told her.

“Don’t worry about that now, Dad. It’s too late, and I’m too tired, I don’t mind sharing a bed with you. You can get the room changed in the morning if you want to.” 

I had to agree with her, it had been a long hard day, I just wanted to go to sleep. I went into the bathroom to undress, when I’d changed into my pyjamas I got into bed and Ronnie went into change. She came out wearing one of the oversize T-shirts she sleeps in, and climbed into bed with me, she said goodnight, gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned the light off.

About a quarter of an hour later I was just about asleep, my back to her, when I heard Ronnie whisper, “Dad, are you awake?”. Now I was too tired to talk to Ronnie, I wanted to get to sleep, so I didn’t reply hoping she’d think I was asleep and go to sleep herself. She repeated her question and gently nudged me. I still didn’t respond, what happened next surprised me.

I felt Ronnie’s hand lightly touch my hip, it rested there for a few moments, then she shook me lightly. I was about to give in and talk to her when her hand moved again, it moved straight over my hip, between my legs, and ended resting on my cock. I decided that I couldn’t talk now, it would be too embarrassing for us both, so I didn’t say a word. I realised that Ronnie must be curious about a mans body, so I thought I’d just let her touch me until she was satisfied and then she’d go to sleep.

By now my daughters hand was doing more than just touch me, she was actively feeling me. First, she lightly squeezed my flaccid cock, then she took my balls in her hand and caressed them. It had been some time since I’d had a female hand on my sexual organs, I couldn’t help responding. When she moved her hand back to my cock it was almost fully hard, and rapidly getting harder. I felt her hand hesitate, and she quietly whispered “Dad?” Again I didn’t say a word, after what I’d let her do how could I? Besides I must admit I was beginning to like it. It was wonderful to have someone else touch my cock, even if it was my daughter. I don’t know if I expected her to stop now, but she didn’t. If anything she was more aggressive, Ronnie pushed her fingers around my cock until she was holding it in her hand, at least as much as she could through my pyjama pants. Finally, after what was probably only a few minutes, it seemed like hours she released my cock. Thank God, I thought she’s finished. Boy was I wrong.

Instead of removing her hand I felt it fumble for my fly, when she found it Ronnie slipped her hand inside without hesitation, my cock jerked when her fingers touched it. Again she paused, waiting for any further reaction, a reaction I just couldn’t make, partly because I was embarrassed, partly because I was becoming turned on. Ronnie again ran her hand over my cock and balls, this time unobstructed by my pyjamas, she cupped my balls in her hand, rolling them around, playing with them. She seemed enthralled with them, I wondered what she was thinking as she played with the balls that had produced the sperm that had created her.

Whatever she was thinking, finally she was satisfied, she released my balls and moved her hand back to my cock. Ronnie gripped my cock quite firmly and started to move her hand up and down the shaft. Suddenly I realised what she was up to. My daughter didn’t just want to feel my sexual parts, she wanted to make me come. My daughter wanted to masturbate me!

Her hand moved up and down my cock, she stroked the full length, varying her speed from stroke to stroke. I must admit I was beginning to enjoy the experience, I no longer cared it was my daughter who was doing it, nature had taken over, I just wanted to come, and I knew I would, soon. I could hear Ronnie breathing behind me, it was obvious she was excited too.

Finally, I felt the beginning of my orgasm, I involuntarily gasped as I began to come, fortunately Ronnie either didn’t hear me, or was also beyond caring. My cock began to pump out my sperm. Spurt after spurt shot onto my belly and pyjama pants as I released several weeks of abstinence. Ronnie slowed her hand down as she felt me come, but she didn’t stop until I did, then she just held my cock until it softened again.

When Ronnie let go of my cock I thought this time she must be finished, I was wrong. Instead of taking her hand out of my pyjama pants, she moved it up to the damp area of my belly, where I’d shot my cum. I felt her running her fingers over my belly, obviously she was wiping up my cum. That’s nice of her I thought, she doesn’t want to leave a mess. What I didn’t realise was how turned on she was by what she’d just done. When she was satisfied she’d gotten all of my cum she could she finally pulled her hand out of my crotch. I expected her to wipe her hand off and turn over and go to sleep, instead I heard a soft sound coming from behind me, at first I couldn’t make out what it was, then I knew. My daughter was licking her hand clean, she was eating my cum! I couldn’t believe it, my sweet little girl had masturbated me so she could eat my cum, and she wasn’t in any hurry about it either. I lay there for a good five minutes listening to her, hearing her licking, hearing her soft moans, she was obviously enjoying herself. I’m just glad she didn’t touch my cock again, if she had she would have found me rock hard again and realised I was awake. Finally the licking sounds stopped and I heard Ronnie turn over and settle herself for sleep. Within a few minutes she was off, obviously she didn’t feel guilty about what she’d done, I wish I could say the same. I lay there for some time, the memories of what had happened going around and around in my head. I’d let my daughter play with my cock and bring me to climax, and I’d enjoyed it! God help me I’d enjoyed it. What was I going to do now? That was the last coherent thought I had before I finally dropped off.



My Daughter, My Lover Ch. 02



The next morning I slept in, I wonder why. When I finally woke up Ronnie was already gone, there was a note on the bedside table telling me she was going out to have a look around, and that she’d see me tonight. I was lying there relaxing in that half awake state you get first thing in the morning when you wake up by yourself and you aren’t jolted awake by an alarm. All of a sudden I remembered what had happened last night, instantly I was wide awake. Had it really happened, or had it just been a dream? I slowly pulled down my pyjama pants, and, sure enough, there were some traces of semen, I’d come during the night alright. Then I realised that there weren’t enough traces, either I hadn’t come as much as I usually do with my wet dreams, or it hadn’t been a dream. I couldn’t believe it, my daughter had masturbated me in my sleep and then eaten my cum. As I lay there thinking about what had happened, trying to come to terms with it, my cock started to get hard, I was obviously turned on by what had happened, even if I wasn’t able to admit it, even to myself. I was turned on by the fact that my beautiful daughter had played with me sexually. Still I wondered if she had left before I woke up because she was ashamed of what she’d done, how would she react when we got together that night, for that matter, how would I react. Finally, realising that just lying here wasn’t getting my day started, I dragged myself out of bed, showered, got dressed and went out to work. Somehow I forgot to get the bed or room changed.

That night, when I finally caught up with Ronnie, there was no sign of what had happened the previous night, she was just the same as before, she didn’t even seem uncomfortable with me, I could only hope she couldn’t see how uncomfortable I was with her. Sometimes, I found myself staring at her mouth, it was hard for me to imagine, that mouth, my little girls mouth, had licked my cum off her hand. A couple of times Ronnie asked me what was distracting me, I just said I was thinking about work. I did notice that Ronnie didn’t ask me why I hadn’t changed rooms, I was glad because I really didn’t know.

When we went to bed I just lay there, waiting to see what would happen, was it only a one time thing, was Ronnie satisfied with what had happened, or would she do it again? Finally, after about an hour, I figured that she wasn’t going to do it again, the only sound from behind me was steady breathing, so I relaxed and eased into sleep.

I woke about 3.00, feeling really good, then I realised Ronnie was feeling really good as well, her hand was back on my cock. This time however I was on my back so she didn’t have to stretch as far, and seemed to be enjoying herself more, perhaps because she was more confident after the previous night that I wouldn’t wake up. I figured that she must have only just started, because I wasn’t quite completely hard. Good, I thought to myself, I haven’t missed any of the excitement. I was certainly right. After a few minutes Ronnie undid the button on my pants and opened the fly, this is new I thought, it was, totally new as I was about to find out.

When she was satisfied that I was totally exposed, Ronnie began to move. She slipped under the sheet and moved between my legs, realising she couldn’t see my face I opened my eyes and stared down at the shape of her body as she repositioned herself. After a brief pause, Ronnie reached out and grasped my cock, then she carefully moved it forward. The next thing I knew I felt the light, almost hesitant touch of her tongue on the head of my cock. There was only that one touch, then nothing, I waited to see what she was going to do, obviously she was trying to decide that herself. Then, finally, she made up her mind.

Ronnie moved her face back between my legs and started licking me. Her tongue ran up and down my shaft, it was all I could do not to moan at the thought that my daughter was preforming oral sex on me. She became more aggressive in her actions, and finally Ronnie opened her lips and took the head of my cock into her mouth, she paused holding it there, running her tongue around and around the head. It was all I could do to stop myself grasping her head and pushing it down on my cock so she would really take it in her mouth. I needn’t have worried. Ronnie slowly started to move her head down, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth, until it filled her mouth to the point where it obviously became uncomfortable for her. She moved her hand so that it would stop my cock going past that point, then she went to work.

Ronnie began to rapidly fuck my cock with her mouth, I know it sounds strange, but if I was moving my cock in her mouth like she was doing to me I’d be fucking her mouth, turn about is fair play. I could feel myself getting ready to come, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep quite this time so I quickly reached down and grasped my daughters head, she froze immediately and her body tensed. I started to move her head up and down my shaft again, saying, “Oh yes, Helen, yes, yes.” I could feel the tension in my daughters body relax, she obviously believed that I was dreaming and thought she was my wife, she restarted her oral efforts. Now I was able to warn her I was about to come, I wanted to come in her mouth, but I wanted to give her the option, so I talked to my ‘wife’ again. “Here it comes Helen, I’m going to shoot in your mouth.” Ronnie made no move to withdraw before I came, I realised I was going to get my wish. After a few more strokes I felt the first spurt of cum make its way up my cock and shoot into my daughters mouth. Spurt after spurt followed as I emptied my balls into her, Ronnie moaned with pleasure as she took my load into her mouth, and I could hear the sound as she swallowed it, she must really love the taste of my cum I thought.

Finally I finished, my balls were empty, but we were both obviously satisfied. I released Ronnies head so she could pull away, but before she did so she cleaned off my softening cock. When she was satisfied she had gotten all of my juice she let go of my cock and let it slip out of her mouth. She then buttoned my pajama pants and crawled up next to me and went to sleep. I wish I could have gone to sleep as easily as she did. I lay there remembering every thing she’d done, before long I was hard again, all I wanted to do was roll her on her back, climb between her legs and fuck the living daylights out of her. But I realised that would be wrong, at least if she didn’t want it, I’d just have to see what would happen over the rest of the week. Maybe she’d be satisfied with what she’d already done, she might even do it again, I’d be satisfied with that, but maybe, just maybe she’d want more.

To Be Continued.



My Daughter, My Lover Ch. 03



The next morning, when I woke, Ronnie was in the shower, I lay there, listening to the water, imagining it flowing over her naked body, a body I suddenly realised I hadn’t seen. My daughter had masturbated me, and had oral sex with me, and I hadn’t seen her body, what a crazy situation I thought as the water stopped flowing. After a few minutes Ronnie entered the room, she had a towel wrapped around her, and was drying her hair with another, god, she looked beautiful. “Morning sleepy head,” she said when she saw I was awake. 

“Morning, Ronnie.” I replied. “What are you doing today?”

“Pretty much the same as yesterday. I’ll be finished shortly and be out of your way.”

Ronnie grabbed her underwear from her drawer and went back into the bathroom. She was back in the room in a couple of minutes, this time wearing a pretty, blue bra and panty set. If I’d thought she was beautiful before, this time she was devastating, just looking at her my cock snapped to attention, forming a tent in the sheet that was covering me. Ronnie picked out the dress she was going to wear, and to my great regret, pulled it on covering her lovely body. After she finished smoothing the dress, she turned and came to the bed. Ronnie bent down, kissed me on the cheek, and told me she’d see me tonight. Then she left the room. As she did so I noticed a half smile on her face, I realised she had seen my hard on, she knew I was turned on by the show she had just put on for me. I couldn’t wait for that night.

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Finally it was time for bed, the day had seemed to drag on and on, just like the last day of school before the holidays, but finally the waiting was over. I was already undressed and in bed and Ronnie was getting ready in the bathroom, what would happen tonight I wondered, I didn’t have long to wait to find out. 

Ronnie came out dressed in her usual T shirt, she came over to the bed and sat down on it next to me, she made no effort to get into bed. Ronnie reached out and touched my face, saying, “Dad, I want to talk to you.”

“Okay, sweetheart, what’s up?”

“Dad, I love you.”

“I love you too, Ronnie.” I replied.

“No, dad, not like that, I love you like a woman loves a man.”

I swallowed hard, “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean, I’m in love with you, I want to make love with you, I want to be your lover.”

“But Ronnie, you’re my daughter, we can’t have sex, it isn’t right. You should be with boys your own age.”

“I don’t care about boys my own age, that’s the problem, they’re boys, I want a man, I want you. After what I saw this morning when I was teasing you, I know you want me.”

“Of course I want you, you’re beautiful and sexy, but its still wrong, you’re still my daughter.” I said, fighting a battle I really wanted to lose.

Ronnie must have realised this, with a sweet smile, she got up and stood by the bed. “Dad, I may be your daughter, but I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m old enough to have sex, I’m old enough to decide who I want to have sex with, and that’s you. If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you.” Her hands moved to the bottom of her T-shirt and with one quick motion she pulled it over her head and stood naked in front of me.

I could only stare at my daughters body. My eyes quickly swept from head to toe, then I examined her more carefully as she stood there, fully exposed. Her breasts were high and firm, a good handful, like her mothers, her rosy nipples were hard with excitement, they looked delicious, I was dying to get my lips around them. Then my gaze drifted down over her stomach, her mound was covered with a dusting of blonde curls, trimmed into a neat triangle pointing down at her pussy. The lips of her tight slit were, like her nipples, engorged with excitement. Ronnie was ready for sex, and so, I realised, was I. I had never been so excited before, not even with Helen at the start of our relationship. I wanted my daughter in my bed, I wanted to be inside my daughter, I wanted it now. I didn’t say anything, I just pulled back the covers. Ronnie smiled and climbed in with me.

We kissed passionately, our bodies pressed against each other as I ran my hands up and down her naked back, finally, Ronnie pulled away, her hands going to my pajamas. “Lets get these off,” she said, “I want you naked, I want to see you naked, I want to feel you.”

I smiled at her as she started undoing my top. “Didn’t you see enough last night?”

Ronnie paused, looking up at me. “You were awake last night? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t know what you were going to do at first, then I didn’t want to stop you.”

Ronnie laughed. “If only you had we could have done this last night, I was hoping you’d wake up.”

“I was awake the other night too.” I told her.

Ronnie smiled, “That was when I decided I wanted to try to seduce you. I finally got to touch your cock, I’d wanted to for years, after I masturbated you, and ate your cum, I realised that this might be my chance to have sex with you. I really wanted you to be my first.”

I froze, “Ronnie, are you a virgin?” I asked not believing what I’d just heard.

“Yes, dad. None of the boys I’ve gone out with ever made me feel like you do. I just couldn’t have sex with any of them, I only wanted you. I wanted you to be my first.”

I didn’t say anything as Ronnie began undressing me again, but my mind was whirling. My daughter was a virgin, and she wanted me to take her cherry, to make her a woman. I couldn’t believe it, I mean, a girl as beautiful as she is, I’d expected her to have been having sex for the last 2 or 3 years at least. Obviously my wife and I had worried about her dating for nothing. Still, a virgin, I’d never had a virgin before, Helen hadn’t been one when we’d met. And now I was finally on the virge of deflowering a virgin, and she was my daughter, my beautiful, beautiful daughter. I couldn’t believe she’d saved her cherry for me, but I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. If she was willing so was I, more than willing, I wanted her, as she found out when she pulled off my pajama pants.

“Dad,” Ronnie said, when she saw my erect cock, “it’s beautiful, so big and firm, I’ve never seen one hard before. I can’t wait for you to put it in me.” She reached out and caressed my cock and balls. “I want this inside me, I want your cum in me, I want to know what its like to have sex with a person you love.”

I pulled Ronnie back into my arms, our bodies again pressed against each other, this time both of us naked. Her breasts crushed against my chest, my cock rubbing against her belly, I could feel her pubic hair against my shaft. I was hot, too hot, I needed to cool down or I’d come too soon, I didn’t want that, I wanted her first time to be special for Ronnie, and I must admit, me. So I rolled her onto her back, and, pulling back, told her, “You had your fun, baby, now I’m going to have mine.”

“Dad,” she moaned, “I want you, please don’t tease me, I want to make love with you.”

“You will Ronnie, you will. You’ve just got me so hot now, if I entered you I’d come straight away, I don’t want that, I want to take my time, I want us both to enjoy the experience. Besides, I want to play with my little girl a little.”

“Okay, dad,” Ronnie said, “you can play with my body all you want, just remember, I don’t want to get up tomorrow a virgin.”

“Don’t worry Ronnie, you won’t, you most certainly won’t. Your virginity is almost a thing of the past.”

I went back to kissing my daughter, deep passionate kisses, the kind of kisses that lead to one thing. After a few minutes I pulled myself away from her mouth and started trailing kisses down her jaw and throat, moving slowly to her breasts. When I reached them I decided to tease her a little. I began kissing my way around them, I didn’t kiss them once, by the time I’d finished circling them Ronnie was moaning with frustration. Perfect! Finally I began kissing her right breast, while my hand reached up and cupped her left. I could feel her hard nipple pushing into the palm of my hand, while she tried to force my mouth onto her other nipple. I wasn’t having any of that, I wanted to take my time and make this an experience we’d both never forget. There I was, one hand cupping one of my daughters breasts while I’m kissing her other. I hadn’t felt so excited for years.

I covered her breast with my kisses, circling it as I’d circled them both before, getting closer and closer to her nipple. Finally I took Ronnies nipple into my mouth, I heard her gasp as my lips closed on it, and felt a shudder run through her body. I immediately began to lightly suck on her nipple, just like I was suckling, while, at the same time, my other hand began to caress her other breast, it felt so firm and hard. All the times I’d had sex before it’d never been like this, then again, I’d never made love to my daughter before either.

I continued to tease her nipple with my tongue, it was obviously getting to her, I loved hearing her react to my attentions, her moans were like wonderful music to me. I controlled my actions, I only worked on one breast at a time. She moaned when I manipulated one breast with my hand, or her other nipple with my mouth and tongue. It was like I was playing a musical instrument. A beautiful, living musical instrument, I realised that her mother had never reacted like this when we’d made love, and I’d only reached my daughters breasts. Finally, I pulled my mouth away from her breast and kissed my way off it, heading down, down to the promised land.

I kissed my way down to her stomach, continuing, for the moment, caressing her breast. Finally I reached her navel, I paused, circling it with my tongue, before licking it with light strokes. Ronnie had obviously by now had enough of my teasing, she reached down for my head and tried to push me lower. I realised what she wanted, and was more than willing to comply, but first I wanted to look at her, so I pulled back, sitting on my haunches as I looked down at my daughters naked body.

It was quite a sight, her breasts were swollen with excitement and her nipples were rock hard, and she had a look of passion on her face that I’d never seen on any other woman I’d had sex with, not even her mother in the early years. I looked down between Ronnies legs, her thighs were spread and knees raised, her pussy was totally exposed to my gaze. I’ve seen many pussies in my lifetime, but I can honestly say that my daughters’ was the most beautiful I’d seen. It was a perfectly formed slit, the lips of her labia were tight together, though I could see that they were engorged with her pleasure. The only problem I had with it was that it looked so small and tight lipped that I wondered if I’d be able to penetrate her, at least without hurting her. By now Ronnie was moaning and reaching for me so I moved back into position between her legs.

As I moved my head between her legs I could smell the scent of her arousal, she was really turned one. I felt Ronnie hook her legs over my shoulders and suddenly she pulled me forward and I found my lips in contact with her pussy. I immediately stuck out my tongue and ran it up and down her slit, tasting her juices for the first time. Ronnie moaned again, reaching down to hold my head in place, making sure I couldn’t pull away, as if I wanted to. My daughters pussy was the tastiest one I’d ever eaten, I didn’t usually like eating pussy, but this was different somehow, and not only because it belonged to Ronnie. I found myself lapping away at her pussy a mile a minute, I just couldn’t get enough of it. I reached up and spread her lips, it took an effort, they were as tight as they looked. Finally, I was able to see the entrance to her vagina, god it looked small, at this point I began to have serious doubts about being able to penetrate her at all. Still, I could always eat her to climax, I thought, as my tongue began to lap at her exposed pink flesh, I circled her vaginal entrance before pushing my tongue into her. Then, realising she needing more, I moved to the top of her slit and started titillating her clitoris with my tongue. Her whole body jerked when my tongue first made contact with her clit, then she moaned again, gasping out, “Yes, daddy, yes, there, do it there.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement, I was eating my daughters pussy and I was loving it, and I wanted her to love it too. I took her clit in my mouth and started lightly sucking on it, while giving it some gentle prods with my tongue. That seemed to do the trick. Ronnies body suddenly stiffened as her orgasm hit, as wave after wave of pleasure hit her Ronnie just kept saying, “Yes, yes, yes.” As she came. Finally, her body relaxed, I came out from between her legs and moved up her body, to lie beside her, where I took her body in my arms, pulling her head to my shoulder. My daughter pressed her body to mine, “God, daddy, that was wonderful, I’ve never felt anything like that before, I can’t wait to have your cock in my pussy.”

“Ronnie, we might not be able to do that, your pussy is so small and tight, I just don’t know if I’ll fit, I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

“You won’t hurt me dad, my pussy was made for you, you’ll fit, don’t worry about it. I want you in me, I want you to take my virginity, now.”

“Are you really sure Ronnie? I mean people would say what we’ve done so far is bad enough, if we go all the way…”

“I don’t care what other people think, I don’t think what we’ve done is bad, I want more, I want your cock in my pussy, that’s all I care about, I want my wonderful father to take my virginity. Do you want to?”

“God, baby, of course I do,” I said, reaching down to touch her pussy. “I want exactly what you want, I don’t care what other people think either.”

Ronnie moved closer, kissing me softly on the lips, “Then do it, dad, make me a woman, your woman.” Then she lay back and opened her legs for my entrance. It was time.

I moved between my daughters legs and mounted her, my cock resting against the lips of her pussy. I lay on my daughter, her breasts pressed against my chest, kissing with increasing passion, as I moved against her labia, lubricating my cock with her juices. Finally I realised I was just delaying what was about to happen, and if I delayed any further I’d probably shoot off on her belly, instead of in it.

I pulled my hips back and reached down for my cock, adjusting the angle so that the head of my cock was now pushing against her tight pussy lips. I was ready, but I had to make sure. “Ronnie, if you want to stop now’s the time. I will if you want me to.”

“No dad, don’t stop, do it, do it now!”

I reached down, spreading the lips of her pussy, while I pushed my cock between them, guiding it to the entrance to her vagina. When I felt the tip of my cock enter her hole I moved my hips forward slightly. Ronnie was so tight I hardly entered her at all, she was as tight as I’d feared, and hoped. I increased the pressure, and, at the same time, Ronnie pushed against me. A little more penetrated, but I still had more than half of my cock head outside, I’d only just begun. “Dad, more, I want more. Don’t tease me anymore.”

“I’m not teasing you, baby. You’re so tight, I’ve never been in a pussy so tight.”

“You’re not in my pussy yet, dad.”

“I know, Ronnie, but I will be.” I told her as I resumed pushing my cock into her tight body.

It took a while, but finally the last of my cock head disappeared into her vagina, I pushed deeper, my shaft at last entering her, actually she was so tight it felt like Ronnie was squeezing my cock with her hand. Then I was stopped dead in my tracks, I’d reached her hymen. I hesitated, Ronnie noticed at once. “Don’t stop, daddy, do it take my cherry, I saved it for you, I want you to be the one to take it. Do it.”

I pushed against her hymen, nothing, I was going to have to give it a real go. I pulled back slightly, then, knowing that one hard effort would be less painful for Ronnie than a lot of little ones, I drove in as hard as I could. It only resisted for an instant and then I broke through, hearing Ronnie cry out as I pushed my cock in deeper into her vagina until, finally, my pubic bone banged into hers. I was totally inside my daughter, she was no longer a virgin, I lay there for a while, savouring the feel of her vaginal muscles clasping my cock, as she became used to having a man inside her body. Here I was, my cock buried in my own daughters vagina and I’d never felt better in my life, I wasn’t feeling the slightest bit of guilt. After all, Ronnie, was a grown woman, and it was her body to do with as she wanted, and if she wanted to give it to her father I couldn’t see anything wrong with that, no matter what society said. I loved my daughter, and this was just another way of showing it, and we’d only just started.

I began to pull back, her tightness stimulating me all the way, when only the head was inside her I pushed back in, Ronnie arching up to meet me. Then we began to really fuck, Ronnie locked her legs behind my butt as I drove in and out of her. It was unbelievable, sex had never been this good before, I was having the best fuck of my life and it was with my daughter, she was so tight, so wonderfully, wonderfully tight. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came, I wasn’t sure if Ronnie would as well, and I wanted her to, I really did. So I reached between us and searched for her clit, her body arched up at me when I found it, so as I approached my climax I guided her to hers.

I was lasting longer than I thought I would, but it was almost time, I could feel my climax begin, I drove as deep as I could into Ronnie and froze as my cock shot my load into my daughter as she came. Pulse after pulse of cum shot into my daughters depths, as I filled her with my sperm, it was the most wonderful experience of my life.

When I finally stopped coming, I lay there, my cock buried deep inside my daughters pussy. I couldn’t believe it, I’d just fucked my daughter.

“Oh, dad, if I’d known it was going to be that good I’d never had waited so long before having sex.”

“I’m glad you liked it baby, now you won’t have to worry when your next boyfriend wants to have sex with you.” I told her, not without feeling jealous of someone else enjoying what I’d just done.

“Dad, that’s not going to happen, you’re the only one I want to have sex with, no, you’re the only one I’m going to have sex with. I want to be your lover. I want to do this with you as often as we can.”

“That’s sweet, Ronnie, but you’ll meet someone, fall in love, get married and have children of your own. We can keep making love though, if you want to.”

“Of course I want to, in fact I want to again as soon as we can. And as for falling in love, I already have, with you. I love you, I do want children, but I want you to be their father. I want to have babies with you.”

I was shocked when I heard that, my daughter wanted to have my baby, I must admit that the thought was a turn on, but still. “Ronnie, you don’t really mean that do you, you don’t want to have my baby.”

“Yes, I do, dad. In fact, with any luck, I’m already pregnant.”

“What do you mean, Ronnie, how can you be pregnant, what about your birth control?”

“Dad, I’ve never been on birth control, just like mommy I get a bad reaction from the pill. You didn’t use a condom like you do with mommy, and I’m in the most fertile part of my cycle. With any luck, with all the cum you just shot into me, I’m already carrying your baby.”

“If you are pregnant what are we going to tell your mother?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll just tell her I got drunk at a party and I can’t remember what happened. Enough talk, I want to do it again, fuck me again daddy.” Her tight vaginal muscles had kept me hard, so I was more than ready to go again, but should I? Ronnie guessed what I was worrying about. “Dad, the chances are that I’m already pregnant, so you can shoot into me as much as you like. After all, I can’t get any more pregnant.”




My Daughter, My Lover Ch. 03



Now that’s not the best piece of logic I’ve ever heard, its great if she was pregnant, then she was right. But if she wasn’t then every time we did it again increased the chances that she would become pregnant. But I really did want to fuck her again, and I didn’t have any condoms, so I guessed I’d just have to take my chances. I mean if she was right, then it was too late anyway, and if she wasn’t I guess we’d just have to take our chances. Besides the thought of my daughters belly swelling with my child was beginning to turn me on. 

I began to move in Ronnie again, this time she got more into it. “Yes, dad, do it, fuck me, fuck me hard, give me your baby, I want your baby.” Hearing that I went wild. If it was hot before, fucking your daughter and taking her cherry, hearing her begging you to impregnate her, to plant a baby in her belly, made it incandescent. I fucked Ronnie like I’d never fucked anyone before, I drove into her tightness has hard and fast as I could. Ronnie was on fire beneath me, arching her hips to receive every thrust I made, as deep as she could. But as great as it was it couldn’t last, we were both too hot, to ready, all I could do was gasp in her ear, “I’m coming Ronnie, I’m coming.” Ronnie, immediately tightened her arms and legs around me even more, locking me in place so I couldn’t pull out if I wanted to, which I didn’t. “Do it, dad, shoot your sperm into me, I want your baby, come, dad, come.”

The words would have pushed me over the edge if I wasn’t already falling. For the second time in half an hour I shot my sperm into my daughter. This time however I knew she wasn’t protected, and that, if she wasn’t already pregnant, any of the sperm I was shooting into her vagina and womb could impregnate her. I could almost see them deep inside her body, hunting for her egg. I groaned as I shot my last cum into her, thinking to myself, there you go, I’ve done my part, now you do yours. 

When I’d finally recovered from my efforts, and realising that my weight was probably crushing Ronnie, I rolled us onto our sides, Ronnie moaned sleepily as we changed positions, we both fell asleep that way, my cock still buried in my daughters vagina, blocking it, I realised later, so that my cum wouldn’t run out, leaving them to let nature take its course. 



My Daughter, My Lover Ch. 04



The next morning I woke to find Ronnie watching me, a smile on her face, naturally I smiled back before leaning forward to kiss her. “Morning, baby.” I said, “How are you feeling?”

“Just wonderful, dad.” Ronnie replied. “I loved it, when can we do it again?”

I laughed, “Lets have a shower, then we’ll see what we can do before we go out.” I pulled back the sheet to get out of bed, but when I saw her body I paused, to enjoy the view. I couldn’t believe I’d spent the night making love to my daughter, inside her beautiful body. Then I noticed some slight traces of blood mixed in with the dried cum on her thighs, and my cock. Yes, I certainly had. Ronnie noticed the blood at the same time I did, she just said, “Its okay dad, it only hurt for a moment, I loved it, I love you.”

Ronnie got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, I watched her the whole way, when she got to the door she just looked over her shoulder and smiled at me before disappearing inside. I quickly jumped up and followed her in, or should I say I followed my cock, it was certainly pointing the way to where it wanted to go. I was glad to oblige.

When I entered the room I just stood there and watched Ronnie as she showered, she’d left the shower door open and I could see everything. I loved watching the water cascade over her naked body, she looked so sexy standing there, I wanted her again, now!

I stepped into the shower taking my daughter in my arms, our bodies pressed together as the water fell on us, my cock pressed against her belly. Ronnie smiled up at me, “Dad, I think you liked last night as much as I did, do you, maybe, want to do it again?”

“God, baby, I shouldn’t but I do, I want you so much.”

“That’s okay, Dad, I want it again too, in fact I want it as much as I can. Every time we get a chance I want your cock in me, every time you want, just tell me and we’ll do it.”

“I want you now, Ronnie, here and now.” Was all I could say.

“Okay, dad. If that’s what you want, I’m all yours.”

How could I turn down an offer like that? I took Ronnie in my arms, her hardened nipples pressing into my chest as I leaned her against the shower wall, I crouched slightly, and guided my cock between her legs, between her legs not into her pussy. As we kissed I moved my cock back and forward, rubbing it against her labia, simulating what I’d soon be doing inside her. Our kissing grew more heated as the close contact of our genitals stimulated our excitement even more. Finally Ronnie had enough. “Put it in me dad.” She moaned. I was more than ready to comply.

I reached down and guided my cock to her pussy, I pushed against her wet slit and my cock penetrated her labia and began to enter her vagina. Ronnie braced herself as I began to slowly push myself into her body, she was just as tight as when I’d taken her cherry. Finally I was buried full length, her tight channel squeezing me just like before. I kissed her again as I began to work myself in and out of her beautiful body, pushing her against the wall with every in stroke, and, because of her tightness, pulling her away from the wall with the out stroke. We soon established a steady rhythm, as the water flowed over us all we could hear was the heavy breathing of the other person as we made love. We were both so excited I knew we wouldn’t last long. I drove into Ronnie faster and faster as my climax approached, bringing her along with me. Finally I couldn’t hold out any longer. As my cum began to spurt from my cock I gently squeezed her clit, she cried out as her climax hit. Our lips came together, as we came. Her tight vaginal muscles squeezing my cock as her climax ran through her, it was like she was squeezing the cum out of me. I’d never felt anything like it before, but I wanted to again, as often as I could. I loved my daughters pussy.

Finally it was over, I pulled out and sank down to the floor of the shower, Ronnie followed. We sat there, exhausted, as the water flowed over us. After a while I noticed my cum beginning to trickle out of my daughters pussy, I laughed. Ronnie looked at me quizzically, I smiled and said, “You definitely need a shower now, look at your pussy.” Ronnie looked down and gasped, quickly she reached down, but she didn’t wipe my cum away as I thought she’d do, instead she gathered it on her fingertip, then pushed her finger into her vagina, depositing my semen back inside of her, then she closed her hand over her pussy, holding her labia shut. I was surprised by her actions and asked her why she’d done it.

Ronnie smiled at me, “Silly, I want as much of your sperm in me as I can, that way I’ll have a better chance to become pregnant.”

I’d thought she’d just gotten carried away last night when she’d said she wanted to have my baby. But here she was, calm and collected, saying the same thing. “Ronnie, you don’t really want to have a baby do you?”

“Of course I do, so long as you’re the father.” Was her reply. “I’ve thought about it for years, I want your baby, I want to feel my stomach grow with your child. I love you, I want to have children with you, only you.” Hearing this I became excited at the thought, my daughter carrying my child, it was such a turn on, and my cock showed it. Ronnie laughed when she saw my reaction, “It seems you like the idea too, dad.”

“I do, Ronnie, I do. If you’re sure, I’d love to give you the baby you want.”

“Babies, dad, babies, one isn’t enough, I’ll want two or three children, at least.”

“Well,” I said, “it seems I’ve got my work set out for me.”

“Dad, I hope you don’t think what we’ve just done was work, do you?”

“Yes, it was definitely work, then again I do love my work, in fact I’m a bit of a workaholic, in fact I’m sure I’m going to be dedicated to my new job. I’d like to work again, but we have to finish our shower, get dressed, and be off and out. After all I need to put in sometime at my other job too.”

Laughing we quickly finished showering, though Ronnie had to use one hand as she kept the other between her legs the whole time, keeping my seed inside her.

We went back into the room to dress, I must admit I loved watching my daughter dress, though I would have preferred her to be taking her clothes off rather than putting them on. It was like a striptease in reverse. As we were leaving I made arrangements to meet Ronnie in the restaurant down stairs for dinner.

The rest of the day my work suffered, I found my mind wandering back to what had happened between my daughter and I, I had made love to Ronnie three times! I had taken my own daughters virginity, and even now she had my latest load in her belly, maybe more than that too, she might already be pregnant with my baby. And, if she wasn’t, if she had her way, she would be, and, I realised, I did want it too. I loved her, as a woman, I wanted her to have my child. Having come to this realisation I knew I’d have sex with Ronnie as often as we could, whenever we’d have some time alone, no matter how difficult it would be once we got home. Besides, having enjoyed my daughters body, I wasn’t going to give her up, unless she wanted to stop.

When I got back to the room that night Ronnie had already left for the restaurant, damn I thought, we could have made love before we went down. I quickly changed and went down to join her.

She was already sitting at the table when I entered the restaurant, she waved to attract my attention, when I saw her I went over to her. I leaned down to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned her head and I kissed her on the mouth instead, a jolt of excitement shot through me at the contact. Ronnie quickly looked around, and seeing no one else was paying us any attention she said, “I’ve got a surprise for you, dad.” She quickly lifted the front of her dress, flashing her panties, they were sheer black ones. “I got them today, just for you.” I just smiled at her as I sat down. “I was going to wait for you in our room,” she continued, “but I knew if I did we’d be late for dinner, I really wanted to go on a date with my father.”

I sat down opposite Ronnie and we ordered our meal. I don’t however remember what it was I ate. I was rather distracted. As soon as the meal was served I felt my daughters bare foot move up my leg into my lap, coming to rest on my rapidly inflating cock. She kept it there for the entire meal, lightly, possessively, caressing my cock and balls. Ronnie was very careful, I don’t know how, but she was able to keep me hard without actually coming. I was on edge the whole time, excitement building as she stimulated me while denying me my orgasm, I was on fire when we finished eating, and I knew what I needed to put the fire out. I needed to fuck my daughter, hard.

We were alone in the lift, I couldn’t resist her, I was to hot to resist her, even if I’d wanted to. I grabbed her pulling her against me, my hands slipped up under her dress, clasping her butt, pulling her panty covered pussy against my cock. “You little tease, once we get to our room I’ll pay you back.”

“Good, lets hurry, I can’t wait either. It was almost as hard for me, touching you like that, in public, I’m so wet, feel me.” She said, guiding my hand to her pussy. She was certainly wet and obviously ready. Now all I had to do was get her into the room and fuck her like there’s no tomorrow. We rushed out of the lift to our room, I fumbled with the damn key card for a few seconds then the light turned green, the door opened and we were inside, alone at last. 

I couldn’t wait, I dragged Ronnie to the bed, not that it took much effort. I put her on the bed on all fours and climbed on behind her. I flipped up her dress, exposing her panties which I quickly pulled down and off, then I moved her legs further apart opening her for my entrance. I pulled my pants and shorts off enough to release my cock and moved into position. I guided my cock to her lips and stroked it up and down lubricating it with her secretions. Ronnie moaned when she felt me touch her and began thrusting her hips back, trying to get me inside her. I was more than willing to grant her wish.

I thrust into my daughter, my cock bottomed out with the first stroke, then I commenced to fuck her. It was the wildest sex I’d had in years, Ronnie arched herself up to receive me, braced for my strokes. The bed rocked as I drove in and out, quicker and quicker, I was so hot that I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait, but I didn’t care, I just knew that I had to come, and soon. I could feel my climax approach, and as I began to come I made sure to deposit my sperm as close to my daughters womb as I could, if she wanted my baby I wanted to do whatever I could to help her. 

Finally, when I’d emptied the last of my load into her, I slumped over my daughters back, I kissed her neck and she turned her face to mine kissing me back. “That was wonderful, dad, we should have dinner together more often.” 

The rest of the week we had sex every opportunity we could, morning, noon and night. I had more sex with my daughter that week than I’d had with my wife in years, and better sex as well. I loved making love to my beautiful daughter, I loved just looking at her naked body, our room became a clothes free zone. 

Half way through the week I called home as we had arranged before I left. It was strange, talking to my wife while sitting naked besides our equally naked daughter, taking a break between love making sessions. Ronnie, however had other ideas. She moved between my legs, and, before I knew it, she had my cock in her mouth, and was sucking me to hardness. Now this was no longer strange, it was downright kinky. My daughter was giving me head while I was talking to her mother. After a while I’d had enough, no, not enough, I wanted more. I told Helen that Ronnie wanted to talk to her. Ronnie pulled away from my cock in surprise as I handed her the phone.

When she started talking to her mother I decided to get my own back. I moved down between Ronnies legs and began to lick her pussy, she shivered as she felt my tongue touch her. She was obviously turned on by what we were doing, her juices were flowing, I realised she was ready for entry. I pulled my head out of her crotch and turned her over onto her stomach and moved behind her.

Realising what I intended Ronnie spread her legs, braced herself, and arched up her ass to present her pussy for easier penetration. I was only to ready to oblige. I guided my cock into her and began to slowly fuck her. From where I was I could clearly hear my wife’s voice, there I was fucking my daughter while she was talking to her mother. I think we were both turned on by what we were doing, I know I was, I was being unfaithful to my wife with our daughter, while they were talking to each other. Not only that, I was trying to get our daughter pregnant, maybe even this time. That thought was too much, I came, shooting my sperm into my daughters vagina, Ronnie was on the verge herself. She managed to tell her mother she had to go and handed the phone to me, then she grabbed a pillow and bit into it to muffle her cries. I was still shooting the last of my cum into Ronnie when I said goodbye and hung up.

“God, dad, that was close, I almost screamed when you entered me, still, it was fun, me being fucked by my mothers husband, my own father, while I was on the phone talking to her.”

Ronnie wanted to do it again the next day, but I decided that discretion was the better part of valor, we’d gotten away with it once, we mightn’t be as lucky again. So we settled for regular love making instead.

But all good things must come to an end, finally the day came for us to go home. We made love in the morning, slowly, gently, wonderfully. When we finished and lay together I noticed Ronnie was crying and I asked her why. “How can we keep doing this, I don’t want to stop having sex with you, I can’t stop, I love you too much.” All I could say was for her not to worry, that we’d find a way, and that I didn’t want to stop either.

After we got home it was hard, being around each other all the time and not being able to touch each other because Helen and Drew were there. We did manage a couple of quick fucks when they went shopping, but apart from that for the first week we had a dry spell. Then I had the idea of Ronnie coming to work at my firm as an intern, she jumped at the opportunity. No one thought it strange that I’d go out to lunch with my daughter, what they didn’t know was that we went to a nearby motel and fucked our brains out instead of eating. A couple of times we ‘worked late’ and stayed at the motel after work. 

Finally we got the news we wanted, Ronnie came into my office just before lunch and kissed me, saying, “Congratulations dad, you’re going to be a father.” I was overjoyed, but I had to ask if she was sure, she nodded and showed me her pregnancy test, positive. That lunchtime, as we lay naked in our love nest, after we’d celebrated, Ronnie rubbed her hand over her stomach, “Just think, dad, our baby is in here, we’re going to be parents, I’m going to have my wonderful fathers baby.” I reached over to caress her stomach, just the thought that my daughter was carrying my baby made me so happy and proud. “Don’t worry about mom, either, I’ll just tell her it happened at a party and I’m not sure who the father is. She’ll be mad, but I don’t mind.”

That night, for the first time in ages, Helen and I made love, it was her idea not mine, all the time we were doing it I felt guilty. I felt as if I was cheating on Ronnie by having sex with my wife, it was as if I was married to my daughter. Still Ronnie understood when I told her, and said that it was okay with her, and that it’d help keep our secret. 

A few weeks later Helen told me she was pregnant, that my condom must have leaked. I was floored to say the least, both my wife and daughter were pregnant with my children. I broke the news to Ronnie, she was upset at first, then decided that it might not be a bad thing, it would surely distract her mother from worrying about her pregnancy. And that’s how it turned out when Ronnie broke the news to us a few days later, after dinner. Both her mother and I were shocked at what she told us, I was furious and demanded to know who the father was, Helen calmed me down. After that things settled down, at least as much as a house with two pregnant women in it can be settled.

Helen went off sex straight away, I was glad because Ronnie couldn’t get enough, and I loved fulfilling her needs whenever we could. We took a few more chances at home, but lunch was still our favourite time. I loved making love to my daughter, especially after she started showing, I loved touching her belly, it really turned me on, seeing my daughters stomach blossoming with new life, a new life I’d planted there. For some reason Helens pregnancy had no effect on me, maybe I was just too much in love with Ronnie.

Anyway, as time passed and her belly grew I just couldn’t leave her alone, lunch times were no longer enough, I had to have her every chance I could. We made love in my office during the day several times, and we made love every time we were alone in the house. One time, when Ronnie was about six months I thought I heard something at the door behind us, but when I turned around there was nothing there so I forgot all about it.

Then, the following weekend, Helen and Drew went into town to do some shopping. As soon as they drove off, Ronnie and I met in her bedroom, within five minutes we were both naked and on the bed. I had just entered Ronnie when I heard Drews voice from the door. “You see mom, there’s nothing to worry about.”

I pulled out and turned around, I was stunned to see my wife and son standing in the doorway. They were both as naked as Ronnie and I, Drew was standing behind Helen, his hands resting on her pregnant stomach.

When Helen saw that I was looking at them she just said, “We have to talk.”

To be continued in My Son My Lover.