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My How They Grow

By: luvtoread_660



I'm not sure how daughters grow up so fast. Heck, I couldn't tell you how I got to be 38 myself, given that I was just 18 a week or so ago. I'm almost sure of that. I still remember being in college, living in a rickety old 6 bedroom house 5 miles off campus, being young, doing the things young people do. I still remember going out at night with the guys, or having incredible sex with my very hot girlfriend. But somewhere in there, my hot girlfriend got pregnant, became my hot young bride and then my not-as-hot-but-she's-mine wife. I of course became her not-so-hot-either husband and I also became "Dad".

My daughter Lynette was born 3 months after Carrie and I got married. She was a doll, even when she was screaming her head off. Well – maybe not so much of a doll, but you get the point. I watched her grow up – pre-school, kindergarten, pigtails and CareBears and all. And somewhere along the line, she turned into this incredible young woman who was now doing a gymnastic routine that I could only sit in awe of, in front of 1000 people in her high-school gymnasium. How did this happen? Each graceful twirl, each perfectly controlled leap through the air was golden. I was lucky if I could put my socks on anymore without pulling a calf muscle. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration. I'm still in pretty decent shape. For an old guy as Lynette would say.

But amidst being overwhelmed by my daughter's youthful athleticism and petite beauty, I was rocketed back into a new stage of reality by the comments from the two high-school jocks behind me:

"Jesus, look at the ass on that!"

"Never mind her ass! Look at those tits! She needs to tape those babies down!"

Laughter. More off-color comments. My daughter! I wanted to kill them.

"That's my daughter you jackasses!" I finally hissed, whirling around to confront them. My wife looked up stunned as I stood up in the bleachers. The two jocks looked up at me and then quickly at each other and back again. "Uh sorry man. We uh, we didn't know" said Tweedledum. "Yeah, like, we didn't mean anything by it..." Tweedledee chimed in. Intellectual prodigies, these boys.

"Yeah well, shut the hell up!" I bellowed. "She's a good girl and she doesn't need that crap said about her by two morons like you! I hear one more word out of you two chumps and I'll drop you right here! Got it?" Ah, the hero. Truth is they probably could have kicked the living shit out of me, but I was old and I had the benefit of surprise on my side. They were stunned.

"Sorry" one of them said sarcastically as I sat back down.

My wife placed her hand on my arm and smiled softly in alarm at me. 'Good job', her expression said. 'You're lucky they didn't throw you off the bleachers'. It's amazing what a look can tell you.

Like the look that must have crossed my face as I now beheld my 18 year-old daughter in the wake of what must have been obvious to everyone in the gym but me. My daughter was stunning. And the two twits behind me were right: she had a perfectly shaped teenage ass. And her breasts...wait a second! What in the fuck was I doing? "You OK hun?" my wife's voice filtered in through my sordid reverie.

"Uh yeah – I'm just...I'm just still pissed, you know?" I babbled.

"Oh. You just had this really weird expression on your face." Carrie replied. "Well, don't worry about it so much hun. They're just boys. Remember what you were like? And you have to face it John, your daughter's a little hottie!" she smirked.

Tell me about it, I thought. "Yeah well, I'm trying not to think about it." I growled. "I don't want her with guys like me." The irony of which totally escaped me.

"She could do a lot worse, baby," Carrie smiled. Kissed my cheek. How did I get so lucky?

An hour later the competition was over. Lynette had won a silver in floor gymnastics and was glowing. My wife, Carrie had a girl-date with some friends afterwards to go shopping, so I was left to bring Lynette home, which was a rare occasion because she was hardly ever home anymore. Suddenly the feeling of having missed something somewhere overwhelmed me again. Who was this girl standing in front of me?

"Hi Daddy" she cooed, leaning in to give me a kiss on the cheek. Fresh soap and strawberry shampoo. She had managed a quick shower after the competition. "Did you see me?" she gleamed.

"Did I see you?" I scoffed. "You were the only girl out there weren't you?" I teased.

"OK, now you're sucking up!" she laughed. "Was I good?" she hinted, looking for the compliment.

"You were beautiful sweetheart" I blurted, not really thinking about her question so much as the sexy green eyes that looked up at me under half lidded, long black lashes.

"Thanks Daddy, but was I good?" she pressed.

"Oh...yeah, yeah baby, you...of course you were honey" I managed, trying to recover. "You were amazing! Definitely must have gotten Mom's genes!" I smiled.

"I dunno Dad. You're not so bad yourself." She smiled looking me up and down for a second, raising her eyebrows in a manner that looked like she was impressed. Then she added "For an old guy!" biting her lower lip and punching me in the arm.

"Ow!" I exclaimed "Easy there, girl. I'm a fragile old man!" I said, rubbing my arm in mock agony.

"Yeah, yeah, that's not what Mom says" she tossed back, walking off down the hall in front of me. And then, I did something that I shouldn't have, but couldn't stop. My eyes dropped down to that perfectly shaped, tight, beautiful young ass, now covered in tight, nothing-to-the-imagination stretch gym shorts. Her hips swayed alluringly from side to side, naturally as she walked. I was lost in the moment. So much so that I didn't realize she had turned her head and was looking at me, a bemused expression settling on her face. "Earth to Dad!" she laughed. Then a saucy "See something you like?" I looked up to see her eyes dancing, flirting with me. 

"You're growing up too fast" I stammered, feeling a blush coming on. Me blushing! Jesus, what the hell was going on with me? I walked faster and caught up to her, passing her as if I was trying to open the door for her as we left the school.

"Doesn't look like you mind" I heard her voice taunt from somewhere behind me.

If only she knew, I mused. I needed air. I'd actually begun to perspire.

The car ride home was only worse. It started off fine...Lynette talked about the competition, about her routine, mistakes that no one saw. She smiled at some points, grimaced at others. Her face was all youthful animation, a study in emotional transitions. And I mostly didn't hear a word she said. For me, all I could think of was, where did my 5 year old daughter go, and where did these fabulous tanned legs come from? Oh, I nodded at the right times. And because I was driving it was easy to have an excuse to mostly stare straight ahead. 

But, like the ass I am, I just couldn't make it home without doing another stupid guy thing. Which was this: At one point, Lynette had shifted to face me, and had pulled one leg up onto the seat. She was gesturing wildly and laughing about something one of her friends did before the meet and at first I was looking out the window at the road like I should have been. But then we slowed to a stop at a light and I turned to look at her, and the only thing I could see clearly in the light from the street lamp was the way her little pink shorts had pulled tight between her thighs. And it was as if someone with a really perverse sense of humor had placed a spotlight on the one thing that I, a 38 year-old father, should not be looking at. But I did look at it and I was utterly and completely lost. In that one moment, I saw what can only be described as the most beautifully sculpted, framed teenage pussy I have ever seen. The way the cloth pulled in between the folds of her soft, puffy lips, highlighted by the shadows from the streetlight – it was indescribable. 

And I did it again. I stared straight at it. And the trance was only broken when my daughter's fingers, with their long, red fingernails dropped casually over it.

My eyes jerked upwards to meet hers, panic spreading like fire across my face. Her eyes held the same look that I saw back at the school. One eyebrow raised, a combination of amusement and...and what?

"Do you want me to pull them to the side, Daddy?" she said softly, looking up under her lashes at me.

"Wha-what?" I choked. "Lynette, honey, that's...that's..."

"What Daddy?" she asked, all little girl and innocence. "It's wrong?" Big wide green eyes.

"Yes" I sputtered. "Yes it's wrong!" I emphasized, taking charge now. Dad was back in control!

Lynette pouted and then half-pouted, half-smirked. "You know, if you turn right at the next street it goes to the park." She offered, casually.

"Yeah, so?" I returned.

"So...we could go over there and you could watch me do this..." she said, cocking her head slightly to one side as her red-nailed fingers moved slowly upward from covering the outside of her shorts, to toying with her waistband before finally pushing boldly inside of them. I watched as her hand slid down underneath the taut fabric of her tight, pink shorts. I stared silently at the outline of her fingers as her small hand cupped herself between her legs. And I looked up to see the most seductive woman that I'd ever seen stare into my eyes, lips slightly parted and glistening, long eyelashes partly enshrouding her moonlight eyes. My throat went absolutely dry. And I got the hardest, fastest erection of my life. Dad was definitely back out of control.

The blaring horn of the car behind me, with the accompanying "Move asshole! The light's not going to get any fucking greener" is what saved my soul. Shocked out of my hypnotic and illicit coma, my eyes and head jerked back to the street in front of me and I tromped on the gas, shooting away from the intersection and out of range of the braying horns behind me. When I finally looked back at my daughter, she was sitting there again, facing the windshield, staring straight ahead. Silence.

The moment was gone. I was Dad again. But I knew I was still hopelessly lost forever.

The rest of the drive home was quiet. The kind of stillness that's almost loud, if you know what I mean. It was actually almost worse than talking about what had transpired. Almost.

When the car pulled to a stop in the driveway, Lynette grabbed her gym bag off the front floor and almost leapt out of the car. I sat in the car. Watched her march up the sidewalk to the front door. And yes, even in my confused shame, I still glanced at her tight ass before mentally flogging myself again.

A few minutes later, I followed her in. Lynette had already gone upstairs, presumably to study, or listen to music, or whatever else she did in her room. Hell, I'd lost track of what teenagers did somewhere about the time she started wearing a tongue stud, which was around fifteen years old, I think. What was that about? No matter. She still had it now and I'd gotten used to that, and ignored most of the rest.

Strangely, I heard the shower turn on. She'd obviously had a shower at the gym. Maybe not. Maybe she just washed her hair.

For some reason, I decided to head up the stairs, maybe to talk, maybe to...hell I don't know. As I rounded the corner, Lynette stepped out of the bathroom in her bra and panties to get a towel from the hall closet. I stopped, frozen like a rabbit in a spotlight. She didn't see me at first until she'd gotten the towel and was turning to go back in. The look she gave me was pretty much like the looks I had gotten in high school when I'd had the audacity to ask the prettiest girl to dance. It was that weird combination that said "You? You must be joking" mixed with "You sad, sad little man!" How did my daughter ever manage to get the upper hand on me? I was the adult, not her. Why did I feel like some kind of 15 year-old snooping geek.

I needed to say something. "I thought...I thought you took a shower at school." I blathered lamely.

"I did" she answered simply.

"So...you need another one?" I ventured.

"Well Daddy" she responded, like someone explaining how a toilet flushes "some showers are for cleaning and others...are for other things." Then she smiled a smug little smile, shrugged her soft shoulders and clutching the towel walked back into the bathroom.

And left the door wide open.

I stood at the top of the stairs fighting what might have been the greatest internal struggle of my life. My eyes looked down the hallway at the light pouring out from her bathroom. It seemed like I heard each drop of the shower as if they were individual drips on the surface of a tympani drum. And my legs began to carry me to the door as if someone was moving them with a remote control.

When I reached the door, Lynette was still standing there, waiting. A sly little grin spread across her face as I appeared in the doorway.

"Hi Daddy" she purred. With that, she looked down to her front clasp, and her hands came up and slowly slid over the sides of her breasts to it. She snapped it open and, looking up at me again held it for a second, her hands over her perfect young globes. Then she let the straps shrug off her silken shoulders and let it drop. Looking at me with an expression of veiled arrogance, she hefted her breasts in her hands and pushed them together. "What's the matter Daddy? You're breathing funny". That teasing voice again. In silence I watched transfixed as my daughter turned around and faced away from me. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and working one side down then the other; she quickly let them drop to the floor. Parting her legs just slightly, she looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Do you like looking at my ass, Daddy?"

I couldn't move. Not even if a Hummer dragged me. I had grown roots and all I could do is stare at my daughter's unbelievably perfect ass. My cock felt like it was draining ever ounce of blood out of my body. It was verging on painful.

"I like to play with myself sometimes before I get in the shower, Daddy" she said, turning and cupping her breasts together. "Do you want to see me suck them?" she asked as she ran her palms and fingers all over her mounds. When I didn't answer, couldn't answer, she snapped "Daddy, answer me!"

It was like I was in some kind of weird dream. "I...I..." I stammered.

"Tell me Daddy. Tell me to play with them. Make me play with them. Order me!" she gasped as she began to stroke and pull on her beautiful pink, erect nipples.

Confusion. Panic. And searing lust.

"P-Play with them" I whispered.

"Louder!" she commanded, now looking at me like a snotty little bitch.

'Play with them, Lynette" I spoke, much louder now, almost a shout.

"Mmmm, oh Daddy, but I shouldn't in front of you like this!" she teased, that little girl voice coming back again.

Ahhh...Now I got it. And suddenly I realized that I was definitely into this. If that's the way the little tramp wanted it, fine.

"You'll do what I tell you, Lynette!" I barked.

"OK Daddy, please don't get mad!" she simpered. "I'll do it. Tell me what you want me to do, just don't get mad, Daddy!"

"Cup them and lick them" I ordered. My hand reached down and began to massage my steel hard cock through my khakis.

"Like this Daddy?" she answered, pushing them up and looking down, her tongue snaking out of her wet lips and lapping slowly all over the tops of them. "All over like this, Daddy?" she gasped, licking her firm globes all over, finally flicking her right nipple with her tongue.

I was entranced. She looked up at me here and there under her long dark lashes as she bathed them. Her long brown hair cascaded over her cheek. The shower ran in the background. "Mmmm" she moaned as she continued to tongue them. "They taste nice Daddy".

"They're beautiful" I croaked.

"Really, Daddy?" she asked wide-eyed. "Do you like them?" she smiled, now walking closer to me.

"Yes, little girl, they're perfect." I answered.

"Mmmm." Lynette hummed. "And what would you like to do to them, Daddy?" her voice deeper now, huskier.

"Kiss them" I said, still kneading my rigid prick.

"Mmmm, and what else?" she prodded as she fondled her sizeable breasts while staring at what my hand was doing.

"Suck them" I husked.

"Oooh Daddy. That's nasty. And what else?"

"Lick them all over. Rub my face in them." I gasped as her hand covered mine as it massaged my swollen dick.

"Oooh, I love that!" she squealed. "And what else? I know there's something else, isn't there Daddy? What else do you want to do to my big, wet tits?" With this she pulled my hand off my crotch and placed it on her left breast. Then she replaced her hand where mine was and started to softly pet and fondle the ridge in my pants.

"I...I want to fuck them!" I gasped, as her full tit filled my hand. My hand was on my daughter's gorgeous, firm, naked breast. I could feel its weight, feel the rigid nipple against my palm.

"Mmmm...do you want me to lie on the floor so you can put your fat cock between them Daddy?" she smiled, biting her lower lip. "Ohhh God Daddy, you're so fucking hard" she moaned, squeezing my clothed cockshaft harder now.

"God baby, you're killing me!" I groaned as her little hand worked on my penis from outside of my pants.

"Oh Daddy, we're not done yet: she laughed. "Get on your knees. I want to show you something. You can keep squeezing your cock if you like" she added, emphasizing the word "cock".

"Wh-What?" I managed.

"Get on your knees in front of me Daddy" she repeated, as if she was talking to a six-year-old. Daddy was dumb. I did as I was told and sank to my knees in front of my daughter.

"Good" she said. She then turned and took a little footstool that we had beside the bathtub and placed it beside her in front of me. Placing one petite foot onto the stool, and thereby raising her left leg, turning it away from her so the inside of her tight, young thigh faced me. Then she reached between her legs with those red fingernails and started to touch herself, about eight inches away from my face.

"Stare at it Daddy, I know you want to..." she demanded in that snotty girl voice.

Lynette's fingers worked up and down her slit. She spread her lips with her right hand so I could see inside slightly and began to rub her clit slowly with her left. "God I love this!" she moaned. Her fingers started to pick up the pace on her nub as her right fingers curled inside her. "Ohhh, God, ohh Daddy look at it!" she squealed. Like she needed to tell me. "Oh God, I...I need to lie down Daddy" she announced, sinking to her knees in front of me, then quickly lowering herself prone in front of me on her back. In place, her hands immediately resumed their previous activities. "Come closer to it Daddy. Put your face really, really close" she directed, in between her ragged breaths. I again, did as I was told. Except that this time I unzipped my pants and dropped them to my knees so I could pull my strained cock out of my jockey shorts. It was large, and throbbing, the head an almost angry bluish red color. When Lynette saw it in my hand all she said was "Oh my God" before she tilted her head back and continued to frig herself wildly.

"Watch me Daddy! Watch my fingers! Ohhhh God!" she wailed.

I leaned in close to my daughter's frantically rubbing fingers. My hand started touching my bare cock but I knew I was too close. I decided to use them to steady myself instead as I put my face so close I could smell her juices. See her fingers glisten as they worked. As she moaned and writhed in front of me.

"Ohhh! Ohhh fuck, I'm gonna cum so hard" she screamed.

And then I did it. I lowered my mouth onto her pussy hole licking around and between her fingers, over her mound, lapping like a thirsty wolf. "Aaaaaahhh, Godddd!" my little girl shrieked, and suddenly my head was locked between her powerful, young thighs. Her hands flew to the back of my head, holding me in place. Her body heaved with racking convulsions as she came under my thrusting tongue.


My How They Grow Ch. 02



"John, where are you hun? I want to show you my new outfit." Carrie called, the soft creak of the carpeted stairs signaling her approach.

I scrambled backwards onto the bed, flinging my pants and shirt onto the floor and frantically grabbed the TV remote, flipping it on just seconds before she walked through the bedroom door. It came on blaringly loud of course, scaring the crap out of me. My head jerked towards my wife with what I'm sure was a look of utter, flustered guilt. On some level, I was also aware that the head of my cock was leaking a few stubborn residual drops of cum into my underwear. No doubt there was a fairly incriminating wet spot forming in them. I tried to non-chalantly pull the covers over them.

"I – I was just about to climb into bed, hun" I tried, working hard to look calm and composed.

Carrie's eyebrows pursed a little, as she glanced over at the screeching tires on the television which was apparently set up to cure the deaf. I quickly tried to turn it down, instead changing the channel followed by pulling up the on-screen menu. 'Get a grip you fucking clod" my mind shouted as I finally found the volume and watched the yellow portion of the graphic level dissolve into white. There. Better.

Carrie was still looking at me like I was wearing moose antlers.

"Are you OK?" she ventured, slowly entering the room, eyes still on me while gently lowering her bags to the floor.

It was at this point that I noticed that my normally pretty-but-average-mom looking wife was looking...well...very hot in what was obviously a new outfit. She'd also done something with her hair. Her usually shoulder length brown hair now had streaks of blond in it, and had been trimmed to be a bit shorter, framing her pretty face. This surprised me for some reason. I'd forgotten how attractive my wife really was. Of course, most of the time I'd seen her over the past decade, she was in sweat pants with little or no makeup on. But we were married, and so there was really no need to dress up for each other anymore, right? Again, my mind reeled a little bit: where the hell had I been the past 10 years?

My eyes continued downward, taking in her heavy 36-D breasts, which were well displayed by the new white, stretch top that wrapped them and presented them auspiciously beneath the plunging neckline. My gaze was drawn to the shadow between them, the whole effect accentuating a tan I'd never really noticed she had. From the waist down, she had bought a pair of black, tight Capri's. Had she lost weight? She was never fat by any means, but...

"Hun?" she repeated, her voice jangling me back to consciousness. "Are you spaced or what?" She had this look of half alarm, half irritation and half condescension. Wait. That was too many halves. "JOHN!" she barked. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing" I bleated. "I...I was just...just trying to get the volume down on the TV." I set down the remote on the bed beside me. "You...you look amazing sweetheart" I recovered. Nice work, Johnny boy. Her eyebrows continued to signal suspicion, but they gradually began to lift and the look started to dissipate.

"You think?" she smiled, a bit uncertainly.

"Absolutely, sweetheart. Wow!" I added, enthusiastically.

Carrie smiled freely now, her face lighting up, eyes dancing. "Really?" she twirled, showing me her backside, her ass nicely framed by her new attire. Wait a second. Something was missing. Where...where were her panty lines...?

"Niiiice" I growled. "I'd better get in shape" I smirked "or my hottie wife's going to be too much for me!"

My wife beamed, obviously pleased with her new outfit, and my response. She bit her lip and sauntered over to the bed.

"You might be too late!" she teased. "A lot of guys were checking me out tonight!" she added, sitting down beside me, one leg over the side, the other pulled up underneath her as she leaned forward towards me. I looked down her top. Not bad. Actually very "not bad".

"Really" I responded, eyebrows raising.

"Un-huh!" she smiled, eyes half-lidded. "I had one young guy at the check out in one store that just stood there and stared at my boobs while I was writing my check! I looked up and caught him and he didn't even blink." Her hand reached over and started tracing a line across the top of the sheet that I had hastily pulled up over my moist jockeys.

"And you liked that did you?" I managed, looking down now with a feeling of utter horror as I realized my dick was becoming erect again. I also knew that the "top of the tent" probably looked like I had had a small accident. How was I going to explain that? I instinctively grabbed her hand, which was starting to push the sheet down. She looked up at me inquisitively. I pulled it up to my mouth and kissed it.

The questioning look faded and her devilish little grin reappeared. "Mmmm...I did. It was kind of nice to get checked out for a change."

"Oh, I think you get more looks than you know, hun." I replied, kissing her fingers.

"Well...I don't know. I've been feeling kind of dumpy lately, especially with my own daughter looking so much better than me" she pouted, peering into my eyes. Think quick, Johnny. She's looking for a crack. Don't move, buddy, don't even flinch. Be Mount Rushmore.

Holding my face completely still, I calmly answered "Our daughter takes after her beautiful mother, that's why you are both gorgeous to me."

Carrie's eyes moved back and forth across my face like a price scanner. Finally, her facial muscles relaxed just slightly, and she smiled, crinkles at the sides of her eyes. "You're full of shit!" she laughed, and then climbed forward to give me a big hug. "But I love you anyway!" she added, kissing my forehead.

"Thank you. Me too!" I replied, my face pressed against those wonderful breasts, suddenly remembering again how beautiful they were. Dare I, I wondered? "So how old was this guy?" I asked.

Carrie looked down at me, her legs straddling mine. "What guy?" she countered.

"The checkout guy? Apt name since he was checking you out, right?" I said, smiling goofily. Oh John, you're so funny. Not.

Carrie gave a sympathy laugh and then smiled "Oh I don't know – maybe 18 or so."

"Was he cute?" I asked, burying my face back into her breasts.

"Mmmm...very cute" she purred, arching her back a bit to press them against my face. "Tall, dark hair, muscular – might have been a football player" she mused.

"Sounds like you were checking him out too. Were you flirting?" I prodded, rubbing my face all over her large, tightly wrapped orbs.

"Mmmm...I was honey. I wanted him to look. Can I tell you a secret?" she answered, lowering her voice as if she was going to tell me where she kept her dirty magazines. "I wanted his cock to get hard, honey! I wanted him to get really hard looking at me" she continued, conspiratorially, now holding the back of my head and grinding her big boobs into my face.

"And do you want him to think of them when he's at home tonight, baby?" I coaxed, my voice muffled by my position. My hands reached behind her and started to grab her Capri covered ass.

"Oh yeah!" she moaned. "I want him to touch it and..."

"And what baby?" I led, squeezing her ass and pulling her onto my now solid cock, the thin fabric of my underwear and the sheet wedged between us.

"And pull on it and squeeze it..." she whispered, her head dropping forward, hair cascading over her cheeks.

"And jack it baby? Do you want him to jack his thick young cock? Can you picture it in his fist honey?" I continued, taunting her.

"Oh God baby, what are you doing?" she groaned as my teeth pulled on her taut nipple through her top.

"I'm doing what he's going to do to you baby, if you let him. He's going to do this to you and then he's going to ask you to suck his cock with all your clothes on. And I think you should! Suck his cock, Carrie!" And with that I lifted her up so I could release my hard cock from under the sheets and out of my jockeys. Carrie moaned as I pulled myself up from under her and moved to the side of the bed. "Get on the floor Carrie, on your knees!" I ordered. My wife scrambled off the bed, looking at me sexily before kneeling between my legs. Holding my cock forward, the head still slick and sticky from my earlier cum I said, "Suck the head of it Carrie. Close your eyes and suck his fat cockhead." As my wife did as she was told, I knew she could taste my remaining cum. The thought that just 20 minutes earlier, my cock had been in her daughter's mouth made me shiver. Her velvet mouth slid over the head and down the shaft, a moan of delight rising from her throat. "Oooh, you like doing that to him don't you honey. Sucking a strange young man's cock after teasing him to hardness? Suck it Carrie. Suck the boy's hard cock. He can't believe that this beautiful woman he met at the mall is going down on his cock. And she's married too. Suck his cock Carrie. Picture yourself cheating on me. Suck it good!" My hand wrapped in her hair, moving her head around on my hardened rod, up and down now, listening to the wet sounds of her mouth.

Finally she pulled off of it. "Oh God baby, I'm so hot" she gasped shakily.

"Take your pants off and lift your top up over your bra. Take your bra off but leave the top on just pulled up over your big tits, Ms. Connell. I want to see them when you bounce up and down on my cock!" I instructed, becoming her young admirer, talking with a different voice.

"Oh God baby!" she smiled, "You're really pushing my buttons."

"I'm going to push more than that sweetheart!" I returned. Carrie did as she was told, wriggling out of her tight knit Capri pants, pushing them to the ground. As I had thought, somewhere she had bought a thong, a black one, and it really looked very good. She had also shaved most of her pussy hair. When...?

"You like?" she smiled, turning all the way around to show me.

"Yes...but...?

"What?" she smiled biting her lip.

"When...where...where did you...you know, trim yourself...?"

"Well...before we went to the mall. Terri suggested it." Terri. Her new friend from work and newest addition to their little girl group. Hmmm...must ask more about Terri, I thought.

"Terr..."

"Shhh..." she smiled, putting a finger on my lips. "Later baby...you're out of character!" Then, taking off her bra and pushing her top over her breasts as asked, she came over to me and leaned in for a kiss. Her hand grabbed my rigid cock and began to pull on it from above, up and down, up and down. "God it's so hard baby. His big cock is so hard. I can't help it baby, I really want to fuck it!"

"He wants you to leave your thong on and just pull it to the side. Do it Carrie! Pull it to the side and climb onto his big, thick cock!"

Carrie climbed onto my lap and reached down between her legs to pull the thin strip of her thong to the side, exposing her mostly shaven pussy. Then, she took my turgid prick in her other hand and rubbed the fat head back and forth along her incredibly wet slit. Finally, she pushed the head against her hole and sank down onto it. "Ooohhh, God" she hissed.

"That's it Ms. Connell. Fuck it. Fuck my big cock! Push your big tits into my face so I can suck them, just like your husband does!"

"Oh God, Rick" she called. Hmmm. Apparently the boy must have been named Rick. Good to know. "Oh God, baby, fuck me up and down on you!" she pleaded. I did as I was told, lifting her up and down on my throbbing erection, her top and then her naked breasts bouncing up and down in front of me, my tongue flicking out here and there to lick them as they bounced almost freely. I looked down and watched as my slick cockshaft disappeared beside her thong and into her glistening hole, again and again.

"Do you like fucking him, Carrie?' I growled.

"Oh God yes, baby!"

"Do you like his big cock baby?"

"Oh God, Johnny I...he was so cute!" I grabbed her ass and lifted her up and down, driving my cock into her harder now. "Oh, oh, oh!" she yelped.

"You like it don't you Carrie. You like fucking big young cocks. You want them don't you?" I started to get louder. Suddenly I pushed Carrie back onto her back on the bed. I pulled her knees up under the crooks of my arms and slid my cock back into her, driving it again and again. Carrie's head rolled back and forth from side to side on the bedspread as my hips pounded my enraged organ into her pussy. "You love fucking don't you Carrie? You love big cocks and you always have!"

"Ohhh, OHHH my GODDD!" she started screaming.

And it was at this point that I heard a faint creak and looked up and saw my daughter looking through the door. Her hand was planted firmly between her thighs with her legs spread shoulder width apart, and she was frigging her pussy with a vengeance. My wife was blissfully unaware. And my cock felt like iron.

"You want to fuck him Carrie?" I yelled, pounding my length into her again and again. "You want to fuck other cocks?" I yelled. I stared at my daughter. Saw her whimper as our eyes met.

"OHHH, OH God baby YES!" my wife wailed.

"'Cause I'm going to let you, you little slut! I'm going to LET...YOU...FUCK...AS MANY...COCKS...AS...YOU...WANT!" I roared, driving my ramrod cock in with each punctuated word, pumping like a steam train.

"AAAAHHHHHH!" my wife screamed, cumming and convulsing under me. "OH GOD JOHNNY, YESSS!" as I felt her pussy contract around me. My daughter's mouth was in a frozen "O", as she herself came, stuck in place as if someone had turned her into marble. And then the feeling came on me. My cock throbbed harder, my balls and anus contracting in rhythmic spasms, and the cum surged up my cockshaft and deep into my pretty wife. Jet after jet of hot scalding cum blasted deep within her as I buried my prick to the balls into her. I stared into my daughter's eyes as I bit my lip and pumped the last few squirts into her mother. She shivered and closed her eyes and then suddenly, as if someone has reconnected her mind to the world, her eyes flew open and she backed quietly away from the bedroom door.

I lay on top of my wife Carrie, who was still moaning softly and panting for breath. After what seemed like an eternity I pulled my softening penis out with a gentle "pop". Carrie wiped her hand across her brow, an let out a small "Whew" and a little chuckle. "Wow, honey, where did THAT come from?" she laughed.

I rolled over onto my back and stared at the ceiling for a second before answering. It was a good question. I'd felt like I'd been asleep for a hundred years. Like a man who had been in a dream so deep and yet didn't know it, and who was coming to the surface of his slumber for the first time, with that stunned and groggy sense of confusion and gathering awareness of life.

"I don't know baby. I was just wondering the same thing about you!"



My How They Grow Ch. 03



With the previous night's ministrations still floating around in our heads, my wife Carrie sat beside me at the kitchen table the next morning enjoying our breakfast together. Every once in a while she'd play footsy with me, or run her hand inside my robe, smiling, flirting. It was like she had a new boyfriend or something. The whole thing was a little bemusing. It's not like we hadn't made love before nor the first time we'd even had mildly dirty sex. But as I thought about it, I knew I hadn't paid as much attention to my wife or daughter as I maybe should have done over the past few months. Hell, maybe the past few years. Life's like that. You get caught up in the day to day melodrama that is your job, or the mundane choreography that defines your everyday existence after your laptop computer has been shut down and the cell phone silenced. These days the cell phone was almost never silenced, I mused.

Pulling myself back from my daydream, I realized my beautiful wife was smiling at me – all tousled hair and softness. Crinkles around her pretty eyes. I smiled back. Where have I been?

The shuffle and pad of approaching feet forewarned us that my daughter Lynette was coming into the kitchen. Mom and Dad straightened up a bit. I pulled my robe a little more closed; the irony lost on me. Both women had seen me up close and personal the previous evening, so what was my point? Still, some decorum was required, as my wife undoubtedly would have wondered why I was being so cavalier around our daughter. What have I gotten myself into I wondered.

Lynette came in through the door and glanced at us. "Morning" she chirped brightly. She was wearing a three quarter-length, white, cotton tee shirt that bared her midriff and proclaimed her as "Vixen" according to the vinyl decal on the front of it. 'Indeed', I thought, smiling to myself. She was also wearing a pair of pink terry cloth shorts, very tight I might add. "Did you guys have a good night?" she quipped, turning to look quickly at me, then away again, just as quickly. Was that a smirk, I wondered? Hell, she was there. She saw what kind of night we had. Minx.

My wife glanced over at me and then back, "We uh...fine honey. We went to bed after I came upstairs. You know."

Lynette opened the fridge and bent over, looking inside it. Her pink shorts pulled tight across her amazing ass. I stared, and as it turned out, probably for a bit too long. I looked back to my wife who was looking back at me with an expression that was partly contempt followed by wry amusement. Uh oh. Then she looked straight at Lynette and then back at me. Oddly, her hand moved to rest on my leg under the table, just above my knee and beneath my slightly open robe.

Lynette kept talking as she grabbed the milk out of the fridge. "It sounded like you guys were fighting or something" she offered. Uh yeah, right. I could almost see the smirk now.

"Oh no, you know, we were just talking about my trip to the mall, honey". Carrie's hand was now sliding up my leg as she continued to gaze directly at Lynette. With a look of uncertainty crossing my face, I glanced back at my daughter, now kneeling and leaning forward before the fridge. From the angle I was at I could see her heart-shaped ass and straight back as she leaned forward, squatting. My wife's hand slid up my thigh and came to rest on my now three-quarters erect cock. She began to squeeze it surreptitiously under the table.

"Oh yeah? How was that?" Carrie asked, turning her head slightly but not quite looking backwards at us.

"Oh you know we got some nice stuff," Carrie responded, kneading my thickening shaft.

I looked over at my wife stunned. She bit her lip and smiled wickedly, eyebrows dancing. I shook my head violently back and forth, no.

"Yeah? Some new clothes?" my daughter continued. She was standing up now and walking towards the table. My wife's hand pulled quickly out from her hiding place and back into her own lap. Lynette sat down across from us and poured herself a bowl of cereal. She looked up at my wife. "So what all did you get?" she asked as she looked around the table for a spoon.

"Oh you know, some tops and pants. I bought some new Capri's." Carrie replied.

"Ooh Mom, going for the sexy look!" Lynette teased, smiling. "Better watch out Dad. Mom's going to be attracting the young guys! She'll have to beat them off..." and then a long, pregnant pause as she reached for the milk and poured it on her cereal. "With a stick I mean" she added, looking up and smiling innocently as Carrie and I stared at her waiting for the end of that sentence.

After a few awkward seconds, Carrie replied with a grin "Oh I don't think your Dad will be too worried about that, honey." This was followed by a sidelong glance and a wink at me.

"Really? That's pretty Cosmo for you, isn't it, Daddy? All those guys checking Mom out? You sure you're OK with that?" she prodded.

I sat there wondering what the heck was going on around me. Dad wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer but this was getting a little weird.

"Well, honey, first off, no one's going to be checking me out and secondly, your Dad is a pretty Cosmo kind of guy" Carrie returned. "Right sweetheart?" as she turned to me, crinkling her nose a bit. 

I looked back and forth between them, shook my head with a chuckle. "If they look, they look. I'm proud of you either way" I offered, firmly sitting on the fence.

Lynette got up and walked over the counter and pulled open a drawer. "Aren't there any clean spoons?" she asked.

"Oh I'm sorry hun, I didn't put the dishwasher through last night. You'll have to wash one. While you're at it can you wash a couple of cups for your Dad and I for coffee? We haven't had it yet" my wife answered.

Lynette looked at us and rolled her eyes "OK!" she sighed. "What – did you guys wait for me to get up so I could do it?" she laughed, turning to the sink and turning on the tap. As she began to pour the soap into the water, I suddenly felt my wife's hand back on my upper thigh, her pinkie tracing the outside of my balls through my boxers.

"Well...it's always nice to have another set of hands to help out, right hun?" Carrie rejoined smiling at me as her hand moved to firmly grab my cock through the thin fabric of my underwear.

"Sure" I choked, my eyes flying open. Carrie's grip on my thinly covered, hardening shaft tightened as she began to move her fist up and down beneath my robe, which had now fallen mostly open from the waist down. In the meantime, Lynette bent over the sink slightly at the waist, her taut, tanned legs spread just a little bit as she washed a few spoons and coffee mugs. I stared at this amazing sight with my head spinning as my wife masturbated my cock under the table. Carrie whispered in my ear "Like the view, hun?" I wheeled my head to look at her and saw her with a strange look in her eyes, as she bit her lower lip and continued to squeeze and pull on me.

"Well, you know me, I'm always here to serve" Lynette replied sarcastically as she picked up another mug, glancing backward slightly.

My wife's hand kept up the pace, pulling and working my shaft more vigorously and purposefully. She leaned over again to me "Go ahead and look at it John. Look at her baby" she breathed. I was losing control. My swollen member was throbbing, racing towards its release. Suddenly Lynette finished what she was doing and started to turn around. Realizing with horror that Carrie wasn't stopping, I grabbed her hand and pulled it off my close-to-exploding penis and, in the process, rapped the bottom of the table with a hard *thunk*, sending the tableware clattering.

Lynette walked back to the table with an amused and knowing look on her face. As she set the mugs and spoons down on the table, she glanced at my reddening cheeks as I scrambled to cover myself. "Hiding something, Daddy?" she smirked.

I stammered something about needing to go for my shower and started to get up. Unfortunately, my stubborn robe would not stay together and once again, my turgid hard-on pushed the folds apart just as I stood up in front of Lynette. Her eyes fell on it, and the wet spot that had spread across the area where the tip was still pulsing. Time was frozen for a second as I tried in vain to pull the robe over it, which just made the tent become part of my outerwear as well. Lynette looked up at me and grinned "Well...have a nice shower, Daddy!"

"I might come up too, hun" Carrie blurted as she quickly got up to follow me.

As we left the kitchen, our daughter's voice came from behind us, chidingly: "Guess you don't want that coffee then, huh?"

The moment we got into our bathroom, Carrie pulled her robe open first and then mine. As she dropped to her knees, she yanked down my boxers over my hips and my hard, thick cock sprung out and bobbed violently up and down. She reached around my hips and grabbed my ass and took my length into her mouth, pumping her head back and forth as the warm wetness of her tongue and sucking lips surrounded me. With her mewing and sucking, I knew it would only be a few minutes before I'd be cumming like a geyser. Suddenly she stopped and stood up in front of me, grabbing my hard pipe in her fist and squeezing. "She's pretty isn't she?" she murmured, pumping me.

"Who?" I stammered lamely.

"You know who! Lynette! She's got a nice ass doesn't she John?" she replied as she twisted my cock this way and that.

"I...I..." I struggled.

"It's OK baby, I know how hot she is. I'm not blind John. And I think she likes when you look at her too. She likes when any guy looks at her – just like me" Carrie now coated her other hand with saliva and began to rub it in circles on my cockhead as she pulled on me again and again. "Did you see the way her tits looked in that top, John? They're big aren't they" she asked.

"I...I didn't..."

"C'mon baby, you can tell me – I don't mind! Tell me, John!" she pushed, her hands working me wildly. "Would you like to suck her big tits? Rub your face all over them? Maybe rub your cock on them? Would you, John, if it was OK?"

"Oh God, Carrie..." I moaned reaching behind me to grab the bathroom counter and leaning back against it.

"I would have kept going in the kitchen you know" she continued. "I wanted her to turn around and see us, see what I was doing to you. I was going to pull your big cock out and show her, John. Show her how big and hard you can get. Show our daughter your big, fat cock. Make her watch it. Would you have liked that John?" Carrie growled, keeping up her relentless assault on my prick. I gritted my teeth, clenched my ass tight. Had to hang on.

"Unhhh" was all I could manage.

"Mmmm...yes baby. I could have jerked it up and down right in front of her. Oh...honey...I could have had her kneel down and fed her your cock. I could have jerked you off into our daughter's pretty mouth..."

With that, my resistance caved. "Oh God..." I bellowed as the cum began to shoot and pulse out of my cockhead, flying out onto my wife's stomach and mostly shaven pussy, as she milked strand after strand out of me.

"Oooh yeah" she squealed "I could jerk you off into Lynette's mouth, baby. Make her suck your big cock...mmm" as she slowly pumped the last few gobs of white cream out. Raising her coated hand up to her mouth, she stared into my eyes and slowly sucked one finger clean. "Mmmm...Daddy's cum is hot and tasty" she teased, eyes dancing. "Did you like that baby?" she smiled, sucking and licking off the rest of her hand.

"God Carrie" I moaned, wiping my hand across my face. "I don't know what to say. I..."

"Shhh...that's OK baby...it's all for fun! There's no harm in thinking about it right?" she consoled. Had she only known. What would she have thought then?

"Oh God, I don't know...I guess" I replied, my mind racing with what had happened over the past 16 hours. "It...it doesn't seem right, Care"

"Baby, this got me so wet...I don't care whether it's right or not. It's just playing anyway. Just some new stuff, right? C'mon – join me in the shower."

Carrie turned and dropped her robe and I looked at her beautiful body. She smiled and bit her lip, opened the door to the shower and climbed in. I wondered: where does playing stop and real life begin? I knew I was way over that line no matter where it was.



My How They Grow Ch. 04



Carrie was still in a state of complete arousal as we climbed into the shower together. I'd like to pretend that I was equally up for the challenge of another round with my lovely wife. But the truth is, my mind just wasn't really in the game, despite the ever-fascinating and erotic vision of seeing her glistening and wet from the dowsing spray that pulsed in rhythmic blasts from the shower massage head a foot above her. Her blue eyes shimmered and danced like the prismatic droplets that bounced and splattered playfully off her full, jiggling breasts, which I noticed again with amazement were only slightly less firm than they were eighteen years earlier before the birth of our only daughter. She had pulled her drenched, soapy brown hair backward with both hands, the gesture causing the water to cascade down over her head and neck in frothy, swirling rivulets, finally dripping seductively off her perfect nipples, taut and erect from the effects of the pelting shower and her heightened arousal. She bit her lip and looked down at my semi-erect penis. "I didn't wear you out did I, big boy?" she whispered teasingly. 

I smiled back at her. "Well, not everything's worn out" I replied with a smirk. With that, I leaned forward, kissing the hollow of her glistening neck before sticking out my tongue and tracing the stream of water that made a determined path down to her navel and below.

The remainder of the shower was filled with Carrie's stifled groans and pleading whimpers as my tongue took her pussy again and again. She came hard in tiny gasps and whines as I reached around behind her to grasp her lovely ass and pull her tight against my sucking lips and probing tongue, flicking slowly up and down, back and forth over her swollen clitoris. The water ran over us, cascading between where my mouth met her being, threatening to drown me, and yet somehow washing away some of my guilt from the night before. This was my wife. I was loving my wife again.

After shaving and getting dressed I headed back down to the kitchen. I had a full schedule ahead of me, which consisted mostly of playing some golf with a few buddies of mine, plus the obligatory nineteenth hole celebrations afterwards. I sat at the table sipping the re-heated coffee that my wife and I had so hastily abandoned earlier that morning. I shook the newspaper out so I could turn the front page only to have it fold backward along the stubborn crease annoyingly. As I fidgeted with it, trying to straighten in out, my daughter strode through the door. She had showered and gotten changed into a pair of low-riders along with her pink "Vixen" shirt which pulled so tightly across the swell of her firm, round breasts, which were obviously "sans" bra. Her hair was still slightly damp and it hung sexily in damp swirls down the sides of her pretty face. My paper sagged slowly as I took her in. My jaw followed suit and I became acutely aware of it hanging partially open in a good impression of Neanderthal Man looking at fire for the first time. I may have even grunted a little. I really can't be sure.

Lynette gazed back at me with a hint of smug condescension. "Something wrong, Daddy?" she smiled, easing her beautiful body into the chair across from me. I cleared my throat. Closed my mouth.

"Nope. Couldn't be better." I yipped, probably a little too quickly as I snapped my wayward paper back in front of my face only to have the top left-hand edge droop slowly downward again. What was with this fucking thing? Another snap. This time it realized I was serious and decided to stand at full attention. I could actually feel my daughter's smirk radiating through the pages in front of me. The clock ticked, which was odd because it was an LED type, so that might have been in my head. Somewhere a dog barked, I think. I couldn't take it anymore. I lowered the paper in exasperation. My daughter sat there, leaning forward with her angelic face perched preciously atop her intertwined fingers sporting a grin that was both teasing and knowing. "What?!" I snapped.

"Do you like my outfit Daddy?" Lynette goaded.

"What do you think?" I retorted, striving to look unimpressed which was as transparent as the kitchen window behind me.

"I think you like it a lot" she smiled impishly. Then switching topics "You just got lucky again didn't you?" she poked.

I gazed back at her, shaking my head slightly in mock irritation and disgust. "Is that any way to talk to your Father?" I replied.

Lynette just kept staring, her eyes dancing and full of mischief. "You're funny!" she snickered.

I cleared my throat again. "So what are you doing today?" I asked, bluntly changing the subject. Lynette finally dropped her folded hands back to the table and let me off the hook.

"I don't know really. I thought I might go over to Alison's house. Her boyfriend Ryan is coming over. We were thinking of watching some movies or something. I'm not really sure."

"That's too bad honey. I was thinking we could go shopping together today" Carrie replied as she entered the kitchen through the door behind Lynette. "Terri and I were going to go back to the mall to get a few more things. We ran out of time yesterday. I was thinking maybe we could spend some time together."

"The mall huh? Hmmm. I could be talked into that. Can Alison come?" my daughter replied, turning her eyes to her mother.

"Sure, if you don't mind hanging around a couple of old chicks," my wife answered. "I know we're not cool or rad or whatever you kids say these days," she added.

"Rad? Mom, I don't think anyone ever said that!" Lynette laughed. "But as long as you don't say stuff like that out loud while we're together, I think it could be fun" she grinned.

"Great!" Carrie replied, her face brightening. "I'll call Terri and find out what time she'll be ready and you can call Alison. Tell her we'll probably be looking at 1 o'clock or so." Then to me "Did you want to come, hun?"

"Uh, no. I think I'd rather shoot myself, but thanks for asking" I responded drawing a kick from my daughter and a slap on the arm from my wife. "Ow! I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" I said, cowering form further blows. "I'm going golfing. Andrew and I have been planning this all week."

"Hmm. Andrew's cute. Maybe I should come along with you guys!" Carrie said, poking my arm a few times.

"Four guys and one girl, Mom? That's pretty 'Rad' isn't it? Sure you could handle it?" Lynette jested.

"Shut up!" Carrie laughed. "You don't know the real me, Lynette. I might still have a couple of years left in me," she added, giving her daughter a small push on the shoulder.

"Oh I bet you do, Mom! Better watch it though. Dad might not like it!" my daughter warned, winking at me.

"Oh I don't know. Your Dad's a pretty hip guy, he might not mind!" Carrie smiled, looking at me slyly.

I wasn't sure where this was all going, and thought that this might be a good time to go clean my clubs, so I got up. "Well, I don't think they allow five people at a time honey so, sorry!"

"I don't have to play. I could just sit there and entertain you" my wife prodded jokingly.

"Yeah Dad. Mom could help clean your friend's clubs and balls!" Lynette blurted, causing me to choke on my last swallow of coffee that I had decided to take before walking away.

"Lynette!" my wife laughed, smacking her daughter on the arm. "That's terrible! Where'd you get your mind?"

My daughter stood up, stretched her arms over her head which caused her firm breasts to push even more tightly against the straining fabric of her pink top, causing both my wife and I to drop our gazes a foot or so for a few seconds. I could tell though that Lynette still caught it from the smirk on her face. Smiling sweetly, she turned and walked out the door, hips swaying slightly. As my wife and I stared after her she said over her shoulder "I dunno...I guess I'd say I take after you guys!"

Lynette looked over at me and smiled, one eyebrow raised. "Vixen, huh?"

I just shook my head. "Apparently" I said.

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Carrie and Lynette picked up Terri and Alison as planned in the early afternoon and proceeded to Woodside, which was a large mall on the eastern side of town. I was probably somewhere on the fifth hole or so, cursing my short game as my three friends yukked it up nearby.

After a few hours of intense shopping and leaving piles of clothes and shoes scattered in their wake, the girls decided to head to the Food Court to grab a Coke and a snack. Lynette and Alison headed to a Chinese food spot, while my wife Carrie and her cute friend Terri went to get some fries at the Burger King next door to it. They got their order before the girls did and had grabbed a table nearby so that Lynette and Alison would see them when they had gotten their food. As they sat and munched their fries in silence, Terri caught my wife's eyes staring absent-mindedly at the finely shaped rear ends of the two young girls who were still waiting patiently in line, talking and giggling about something or other. Carrie wasn't really thinking anything in particular other than 'Wow, those are some tight jeans" when Terri broke into her thoughts.

"Nice, huh?" she said in between sipping on her straw as she poked it up and down into the ice of her soft drink.

"Huh? What?" Carrie started, jolted out of her reverie. "What's nice?"

"What you're staring at. C'mon Carrie. You don't need to pretend with me anymore now. God, look how firm they are." Terri chuckled. "That Alison must make a lot of boys happy with that thing!" she mused.

Carrie turned her head to look at her friend, flushing slightly at her words. 'You don't need to pretend with me anymore now'. Carrie had been trying to shrug off what had happened at her friend's house the previous week. "Well, she's got one cute boyfriend at least. I've met him a couple of times."

"Cute, huh?" Terri replied, smiling.

"Oh yeah," my wife replied, then laughed, flipping her hair out of her eyes with one finger. "Big, tall, dark...muscular jock type. What's not to like?" which elicited a snicker from her friend.

"Maybe he's big everywhere, huh?" Terri returned, her eyebrows arching. Carrie laughed.

"Maybe we can get Alison to tell us," Carrie returned, drawing a snort from the other woman. Terri's eyes were back on the girls again.

"I can almost picture her with him" Terri purred, distantly. Carrie's eyes rolled, as she let out a derisive laugh.

"Terri! God, you're awful!" my wife blurted chidingly as her friend laughed.

"Oh c'mon! Don't tell me you don't think about that kind of thing. Lynette's got a boyfriend doesn't she?" Terri teased.

"One? She's seeing a couple of guys I think. I can't keep them straight right now." Carrie answered.

"More than one? Mmmmm...very nice!" Terri mewed.

My wife's mouth dropped open again in shocked amusement. "Terri!" she laughed, placing her palm flat on the table "That's my daughter you're talking about!"

Terri just looked at Carrie and wrinkled her nose. "Ever think about what she does with her guys?"

Carrie just shook her head and laughed. "You're incorrigible!"

"God, it gets me moist just thinking about them! Look at those two beautiful...butts. I wish mine was still like that," her companion murmured.

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Carrie looked at her friend a moment longer. She knew her pretty friend was bisexual. She'd always had suspicions and they had been confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt a week earlier when they'd been over at Terri's house. Her mind drifted back, replaying the incident again. They'd been discussing different things and somehow the topic had come up regarding Carrie's love-life, or recent lack thereof. Carrie had explained how my work and our lives just seemed to keep getting in the way of any physical contact, to the point where my wife had been feeling unattractive, even though she had worked very hard to keep in shape. Terri, who was a beautiful brunette, with stunning green eyes and a firm, sensuous 28 year old body, had told Carrie that maybe she needed to "put it out there more". Be a little more aggressive. Carrie remembered feeling a bit embarrassed and had asked Terri what she meant. Her friend had talked about things like wearing tighter clothing, wearing sexy underwear or thongs and maybe some new tops. The conversation and ensuing events played through Carrie's mind.

"Can I ask you a personal question? " Terri offered as they had sat on her couch..

Carrie laughed. "Sure, why not? You know too much as it is anyway!" she said, sipping some Chardonnay.

"Do you shave your pussy for him?"

Carrie had been stunned at that one. That was certainly about as personal as you could get. "Well, I trim it of course," she had stammered. Terri had leaned closer.

"Well I can tell you that Tom goes nuts when I shave my pussy for him. And if you're going to wear some of the things I'm talking about, you're going to have to 'trim' it a lot more...like maybe right off!" she smiled, eyes dancing. "You should do it before we go shopping next week so what you try on looks right. Then you can wear something home for him! Plus, we should get your hair done – maybe some streaks. That would look so hot Carrie!" By this time, Terri's hand had been on my wife's knee as she leaned forward, her eyes dancing with excitement.

"I...I don't know Terr. It's been a long time since I did that. It would probably look stupid on me" Cheryll had answered.

"Yeah right!" Terri scoffed. "C'mon...you should try it out. You could do it here" her friend had suggested.

"Here? Now?!" Carrie retorted eyes wide.

"Sure. Why not?" Terri replied softly, her hand moving oh so slightly up my wife's leg. Carrie swallowed hard. "I can...I can show you if you like?" the other woman continued.

Carrie looked into her friend's eyes nervously. "Uh...no...no...I can do it myself I think" she muttered, standing up and moving away from her friend's hand, leaving Terri looking disappointed.

"Can you at least show it to me when you're done?" Terri asked, sounding like a little girl asking her mother if she could stay up late to watch the rest of a movie she shouldn't have been watching in the first place.

Carrie had stood and looked down at her friend, a feeling of warmth creeping up her neck. And for some reason she still couldn't understand, she had whispered "OK".

Half an hour later, after sitting astride the cold, ceramic side of Terri's whirlpool bath on a fluffy towel, lather and razor in hand, Carrie came down the stairs dressed only in her white cotton underwear and pink, fleece sweatshirt. Terri was sitting on the sofa watching some soap opera or other and had looked up and smiled brightly when she caught my wife's movement out of the corner of her eyes. 

"All done?" she called.

Carrie remember that her legs had felt like Jell-O as she descended the last few steps and came around the sofa to stop in front of her friend. She reached across her chest with one hand and grabbed the crook of her other arm with it self-consciously, looking around nervously like a wary bird.

"So...uh..so what do you want me to do?" my wife recalled asking.

"Well, take that sweatshirt off, it looks weird and it hangs down too low. I can't see anything" Terri had responded.

Carrie felt like she was in a dream. She wasn't wearing anything under her sweatshirt. Her bra was still upstairs. The whole scene was very strange. She remember Terri sitting there, leaning forward on the cushions of the couch, eyes focused on her like some kind of laser. "I'm...I'm not wearing anything" she stammered.

"So...that's OK. I've seen breasts before, Care" her friend pressed.

My wife looked down into the glowing and eager face of her friend. 'God, she's so pretty" she recalled thinking. Then, as if of their own accord, her hands reached down to the hem of her sweatshirt and pulled it up, lifting it over her full, heavy breasts. They jiggled sexily as she struggled a bit to pull the top over her head before settling firmly as she let it drop to the floor. 'God, my nipples are really hard', she noticed. God, was she getting aroused?

"Ohhh, yeahh" Terri breathed, staring at them, then standing up. Carrie watched in a state of stunned fascination as her gorgeous companion crossed the few feet between them. "Turn around Carrie" Terri whispered.

For reasons she didn't understand, Carrie obeyed again. Turning in an unsure stutter-step, she rotated her backside to Terri. She heard the swish of her friend's feet as they shuffled towards her across the thick pile carpet. Terri was suddenly much closer. Carrie felt her hot breath on her shoulder. She closed her eyes. Then she felt Terri's hands roaming over her white panty covered ass. "You're so fucking hot" Terri whispered into my wife's ear, leaning forward to press against her back. Carrie could feel the soft fabric of Terri's Cami and the warmth of her soft breasts beneath it as her friend leaned into her. She could feel the searching, plying fingers of her co-worker's hands as they squeezed and molded the curves of her cotton-covered ass, now under the soft globes, then stroking the valley between. Suddenly the hands came around her front, stroking slowly, almost painfully so up her tummy towards her large, firm breasts. Then they were there, first sliding underneath them, then cupping them, feeling them, hefting them. A low groan came from her friend, eliciting a similar moan from my wife. What was she doing? She hadn't done this kind of thing, since...since high school. But suddenly she felt wanted, needed. Sexy. The fingers pinched her nipples which, God, were now so hard, so long. Terri pulled them out from my wife's chest as her soft wet mouth descended to her shoulder. Carrie shuddered as she felt her new lover's tongue, hot and wet, descending downward to lick along her shoulder blade, trailing soft kisses along the way. Her friend's hands followed the slow, deliberate descent on the opposite side, dragging her fingertips and long, pink fingernails ever so softly down the sensitive flesh of her stomach, leaving tingling gooseflesh in their wake. Haggard, gasping breaths began to resonate through my beautiful brunette's chest as she felt the woman's hands slide around to her sides to gently grasp the elastic band of her panties. She closed her eyes tighter and whimpered as she became aware of those forbidden fingers tugging her underwear down off her hips, lowering them to the floor. She gasped as she felt her friend's soft lips kissing the curves of her ass, that wet tongue again searching the crevice of it. Carrie heard her friend moan again and then say "God baby you're fucking perfect!" as her tongue returned to flicking at the lower split between her soft cheeks, her friend's hands now firmly grasping the sides of her legs from behind. "How much do you like this Carrie?" Terri whispered.

"Oh God" was all Carrie could muster, gasping for air. She couldn't remember being that turned on for...well she couldn't remember period. Feelings were coursing through her like sparks flying from freshly stoked camp fire, escaping upward in a rush of fireflies in the chill night. More alive than she had felt in years she turned around to face her tormentor. Only this wasn't torment, except that somehow she knew this wasn't right. But that thought disappeared with the stroke of her liberator's fingers and tongue on her glistening, pulsing and now nearly bare pussy. Carrie felt herself beginning to shake.

"Oh Jesus, oh God Terri...suck...please" she whined.

Below her, a wide, satisfied smile of victory appeared on her pretty friend's lips. Terri had been waiting a long time to have this happen but could never figure out how to make the first move. "Lie down on the couch Carrie" she directed.




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My wife obeyed again, moving over to the couch and sitting down on the edge of it. Terri positioned herself between Carrie's legs, firmly pushing them wide apart so that Carrie could get a good look at what she was going to do to her pussy. Still fully clothed, Terri leaned forward to give my wife head.

Carrie's head fell back against the sofa and her eyes rolled backwards as her girlfriend placed her left thumb on the aroused bud of her clitoris. Two fingers of Terri's right hand spread my spouse's now incredibly wet slit displaying the soft, sumptuous pink folds inside. Placing her mouth just an inch away from it, she breathed hotly onto the exposed flesh beneath. Carrie's head rolled to the side as Terri flicked her tongue lightly up one side of her labia then down the other lip up along her middle finger. She rubbed her nose into the slot lightly, inhaling my wife's heady scent. With Carrie now fondling her own breasts, squeezing them in her hands and pulling her rigid nipples, Terri finally began to lap at my wife's hungry wet pussy with her flattened tongue. Carrie almost screamed in ecstasy as her mouth hung open in a silent "O".

"Unhhh" my wife gasped as Terri placed both hands on her inner thighs pushing them further still and really pushing her face into Carrie's pussy. She lapped up and down, sucking and flicking her clit as she reached the top, the wet noises of her mouth driving my wife wild. Carrie thrashed around, playing with her breasts with one hand while pulling Terri's face onto her with the other. Terri's hand slid back towards her mouth and she deftly slid one finger into Carrie as she sucked noisily on her open pussy.

"Tell me what you want Carrie" she coaxed, her face glistening in the dim afternoon light, her fingers moving in and out of my wife faster and faster.

"Oh God, suck...suck me. Lick it" Carrie groaned, looking down at her friend's busy hand.

"Suck what, Carrie?" Terri teased, rotating her fingers back and forth as she pumped. It was clear from the contorted lust on Carrie's face that she was near to exploding. "Tell me Carrie! Tell me how you want it! What do you want me to suck?"

"My...my cunt! Oh God, please...suck my cunt!" my wife yelled.

"That's a good girl" Terri smiled before clamping her soft lips on my wife's pussy, her tongue pushing deep into her.

"Ohhhh....shittt!" my wife whimpered, as she felt her enormous orgasm wash over her. Her hips bucked hard against her friend's beautiful face as her thighs clamped around her head, holding her firmly in place. Terri sucked and licked, humming loudly. Wave after wave washed over Carrie until finally, almost exhausted she reached down to push her new lover's face away.

Terri sat back on her haunches and continued to stroke my wife's pussy softly, causing Carrie to bite her fist and tremble with sensitive aftershocks. "Oh God, please stop" Carrie whispered. Terri's hand retreated.

"You're a sexy woman, Care" Terri grinned. My wife pulled her hair back with her hand and looked into her friend's green eyes.

"What have you done to me?" she pondered.

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"Carrie? You in there, hun?" Terri said, breaking my wife's daydream. Carrie shook herself.

"What? Oh...God, sorry. I was just...I was just thinking about something." Carrie replied.

"Must have been something good. You look a little flush. Are you OK?"

"Yeah, fine. Just...never mind."

"What are you guys talking about?" Lynette chimed in from beside Carrie. "Looks intense," she smiled. My daughter set her egg roll and sweet and sour shrimp combo down on the table. Alison came up beside the table on the other side and set her food down as well.

"Nothing much hun" Carrie replied. "Just talking about what it would be like to be your age again," she smirked, tossing Terri a quick glance.

"Yeah, sure. You were probably talking about our boyfriends!" Lynette laughed.

"She's sharp" Terri replied, chuckling.

"Yes. Yes she is." Carrie said as she watched the two girls dig in to their dinners.



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This story has been written in several parts. While you hopefully can enjoy this portion on its own, you may want to read the previous portions in order to get the flow of the whole thing. The bottom line is, this is the story of a young daughter who has come of age, a wife who has been left alone for too long and a husband who begins to clue in to the fact that he has spent way too much time over the past several years working...Enjoy!

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"So," said Lynette between bites of her Chinese food "what were you saying about my boyfriend, Mom?" a knowing grin on her young face.

My wife Carrie looked back and laughed. "Oh, nothing much. Terri was asking me if you had one and I told her you had at least one!"

"You can say that again!" Lynette's friend Alison chimed in, eliciting a swat across the arm from my daughter. "What? You know you do!" she laughed.

"Well...so what?" Lynette rejoined. "I'm allowed to have a little fun aren't I? The more the merrier!" she smirked.

"Yeah, right! Not even Santa Clause is that merry!" her friend snickered.

"Shut Up!" Lynette laughed. "You should talk. You're only seeing Ryan because of the size of his wiener!" she countered, drawing a gasp and a punch from a wide eyed Alison.

"You little bitch!" Alison yelped, her jaw thrust forward, eyes flying around the table at my wife and her friend Terri before returning to glare at my daughter. "You...you're bad! You're not supposed to tell anyone I said that."

Terri cut in. "So...that's what it is huh? He's cute, dark and well-formed?" she teased.

Alison looked back at Terri a little dismayed. She'd only just met this woman a couple of hours ago. How dare she make that kind of comment? But then she saw the warm, friendly expression in Terri's deep brown eyes and her sudden anger drained from her like sand through a funnel. "Who told you he was cute?" she replied, evading the main question.

Terri smiled back easily. "Your friend's mom clued me in." she offered, her eyes flicking over to Carrie, then back again as she took a sip from her drink.

"Mrs. Connell!" Alison chided in mock horror.

"What?" Carrie laughed, shrugging her shoulders and throwing up her hands in front of her. "All I said was he was tall, dark, big and handsome!" she continued, defending herself.

"And then I asked how big and if he was big everywhere...and now we know!" Terri snickered her eyes alight.

Alison's jaw hung open and a blush slowly crept up her face as she looked back and forth among the other women. She stammered a few times before she finally blurted "You guys are terrible. I'm not talking about this!" With that, she formed a determined line with her pretty mouth, her jaw set, arms crossed over her pert, young breasts. She tossed her long auburn hair backwards, her steel grey eyes brimming with determination.

"Oh c'mon, Allie," Lynette teased, "you told me you couldn't even get your hand around it! You said..." as Alison whirled around and tried to clamp her hands over my daughter's mouth, causing Lynette to laugh and grab her friend's hands in an attempt to ward the other girl off. "You said you could put both hands together one in front of the other and he still stuck..." More fighting and laughter. "...out two inches!" Lynette howled with her friend practically climbing on her now as bemused shoppers started to stare from other nearby tables.

"SHUT UP!" Alison squealed, finally getting her left hand on her friend's mouth, which was pointless anyway since my daughter was now laughing so hard she couldn't continue. Girls.

Terri and my wife looked on in amusement, shaking their heads and smiling. Terri looked over at Carrie and raised her eyebrows conspiratorially, smiling an evil little smile. Alison plopped back down in her chair with a thud, grabbed her drink and thrust the straw into her mouth, pouting as she did. Lynette leaned back in her own chair and continued to giggle, her arms wrapped around her, hugging herself as she shook silently.

"You're mean!" Alison shot at her, her eyes squinting, shooting darts.

"Oh c'mon Allie, I'm just teasing. You know I love you!" Lynette soothed, smiling at her friend.

"I don't care. You're mean!" Alison sniffed, looking away with a huff.

"She's faking!" Lynette explained, looking back at Terri and my wife. "She's pretending to be upset, but she loves talking about it, don't you Allie?" she grinned, leaning toward her friend and patting her knee. Alison remained resolute.

"Oh well, Alison, don't worry about it!" Terri offered. "Besides, Lynette's just jealous. She needs two or three guys just to make up your one!" she added, drawing a loud "Hey!" from my daughter. 

Alison looked up quickly at Terri, a gleam of warm appreciation and self-assurance in her eyes. Terri responded with her sparkling smile. 

The rest of the afternoon flew by. I had returned home from my deluded pursuit of par golf, nursing my wounds after a few beers with the boys. Manwhile my wife Carrie and my daughter Lynette were dropping off their "gal-pals" at their respective homes and making their way back home.

As they drove, Lynette broke the small silence. "That was fun, Mom!" she said, looking over at her mother as her right hand picked absently at a piece of thread on the leg of her jeans.

"Yeah, it was!" Carrie replied. "We don't go out often enough anymore." my wife added, looking over at her daughter.

"I know Mom. I'm sorry. I'm so busy with school and gymnastics and my friends and boyfriends, I never seem to have any time anymore." Lynette replied sadly.

Carrie sat in silence for a moment. That pretty much summed up the story of her life over these past few years. For a long while, taking care of Lynette filled her days and nights. But then as time passed, I got busier at work, Lynette grew up and started going out more on her own and suddenly my wife found herself entirely alone in a big, empty house. 

She had her friends and her own work during the day, of course. The evenings were lonely though, since I traveled a lot. She missed me and she missed Lynette. To ward off the "lonelies", she'd spent a lot of time at the gym, working her body, trying to look younger again. Not that she'd ever looked old. She'd just felt that she needed to firm a few things up, so she could feel good about herself. All those nights though, working out and looking at the many beautiful men, women, young girls and guys had started to do something to her. She'd found herself becoming more...charged somehow. More aware of curves and bulges, rippling muscles and taut rear-ends. It seemed like she was in a near constant state of arousal these past months, and up until the past few weeks, there was no one to relieve it, except herself of course, which she seemed to be doing a lot lately she mused. It was almost like when she was back in high school and college, except that back then, like her daughter, she had also had a never ending stream of guys, and if she was telling the whole truth, a few sexy girls willing to help her quench her fire. And she'd quenched theirs, again and again, over and over. Carrie suddenly came back to the present, realizing her daydream was beginning to make her a bit damp between her legs.

Lynette was studying her mother. Carrie finally looked over at her daughter and smiled sheepishly. "What were you thinking about, Mom?" Lynette plied.

"Oh, just thinking about high school." Carrie replied. "I guess being with you two today reminded me of what it was like back then." she continued.

"What was it like?" Lynette questioned, turning toward her mom, pulling her left leg up under her on the seat.

"Well, probably not much different than it is now, I guess. But maybe a lot different too -- I don't know." my wife responded. "It doesn't seem all that long ago, really."

"Did you have lots of boyfriends?" Lynette asked, brushing a stray hair out of her eyes.

Carrie sat quietly for a minute, trying to think how best to reply. "Yes -- quite a few, I guess. I don't know if that was a good thing though." she said.

"How so?" her daughter prodded.

"Well...it was lots of fun...Lots of fun." she chuckled, drawing a smile from Lynette. "But a lot of them were real jerks and you've really got to be careful, you know. I could have gotten really messed up. I had you a lot younger than I expected to." Lynette's face fell a little. Carrie glanced over and saw that look and quickly added "But you know what? That was the best thing that ever happened to me! But I don't recommend having children too early. It's tough, you know?"

Lynette studied her mother for a minute. "Yeah, I guess so." she nodded. Another brief silence evolved. Then Lynette asked "Did you...did you have sex a lot before you met Dad?"

Carrie stared at her daughter for a second before turning quickly to look at a car stopping quickly in front of her. She stepped on the brakes firmly. It gave her a reason to pause to think about the question. Staring ahead she answered "I...I probably enjoyed myself too much back then. I don't want to sound like a prude or imply that I was a slut either. I just..."

"So what? All that means is that you liked sex, Mom!" Lynette finished for her. "It's OK. I do too. A lot." she added.

Carrie turned to gaze at her daughter, who sat there, a sexy little grin on her pretty face. She at once felt a little queasy while at the same time a little shiver went up her back. She broke the mutual eye-lock with her daughter and looked forward again, saying nothing.

Lynette paused, sizing up the situation. "I'm sorry about earlier today when we were talking about Alison's boyfriend. I was just teasing her, you know? I didn't mean to shock you or anything if I did. I hope that didn't bother you too much." she blurted.

"I...I wouldn't say it bothered me. Maybe surprised me a bit." Carrie returned.

"Yeah, I probably went too far. I was just digging at her." Lynette replied. "It is big though!" she confided with a devious little smile on her face.

My wife looked at our daughter, not sure what to say. "And how would you know that?" she ventured.

Lynette looked down at her hands as she twisted a ring back and forth on one of her fingers. "I...might have seen it..." she muttered leadingly.

"Oh, I see." my wife laughed. "You might have seen it, huh? Alison's your friend, Lynette. You'd better think hard about messing around with her friendship."

My daughter sat in silence for a few moments, feeling chastised. "Nothing has ever really happened. We just...we flirt with each other sometimes." she said.

Carrie cast a skeptical glance at her daughter, who just smirked. "Uh huh. Just flirt huh? How did 'just flirting' lead to you knowing about the size of his ding-dong?"

Lynette smiled wickedly and shrugged her shoulders slightly. "Well, he might have E-mailed some pictures of it to me!"

Carrie opened her mouth in dismay. "Lynette!" she laughed. "That's terrible! That's your best friend's boyfriend, hun!"

My daughter giggled and sat forward, body turned towards my wife, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I know! That's why it's sooo hot, Mom! The thought that Ali doesn't even know that I've seen them together!"

My wife shook her head but prodded a little more. "Them?" The truth is, my lovely spouse was more interested than she was letting on. Even though the story had just begun, she was starting to get a little aroused just listening to it. "What do you mean 'Them'?"

"Well, he might have sent me some pictures and stuff of both of them!" my daughter laughed as she watched the shocked expression on my wife's face.

"And stuff? What kind of 'stuff'?" Carrie drilled.

"You know, pics and...and movies and stuff." my daughter shrugged.

"You shouldn't encourage guys like that hun, you don't know what can happen!" her mom said.

"I know but didn't you ever tease, Mom?" Lynette replied.

"Well -- this is not about me this is about you!" Carrie rejoined, her lip twitching at the edges.

"Oh come on, Mom! You're being hypocritical! You did, didn't you? You did and you know it! Don't give me that!" my daughter laughed, seeing the betraying smirk on my wife's face. "You were probably every bit as bad weren't you?"

My wife chuckled. "Well, maybe so but you still have to be careful, Lynnie." Carrie chided, feigning a cavalier interest.

Lynette studied her mother with astute eyes. Her mother was more interested than she was letting on and my daughter could tell. "I've got them at home on my computer. I could show them to you when we get there if you want." she hinted.

Carrie glanced over at her daughter and swallowed thickly. "Oh really?" she responded dryly but also a bit tensely. "And what makes you think I'd like to see that?" she continued, her voice cracking slightly. She hoped it wasn't evident.

Lynette went back to focusing on her rings. "I dunno. Have you ever looked at...that kind of stuff?" she answered casually, sneaking a look at her mother's blanched face.

Carrie's head snapped back to look out the windshield. She could hear the "thud-thud" of the tires over the pavement below. Her heart was pounding almost in unison, she noticed with wry amusement.

"Well...sure...sometimes. This isn't the kind of stuff we should be talking about, Lynn!" my wife creaked and then cleared her throat.

Lynette leaned forward. "Unh-huh! You do don't you? I knew it!" she blurted triumphantly.

"Don't be so smug!" my wife stammered, filling in the pause while wondering where this was going and why she was allowing it. "Your Dad's away a lot and..." she tried.

"And you like to look at hot guys and touch yourself! So what? That's hot, Mom! Lots of women do it nowadays! It's no big deal. C'mon Mom! You've GOT to see these. It's so big and thick and...veiny!" Lynette cooed, her eyes rolling upwards as she gushed. "He like, pulls on the skin and really stretches it tight so his...his, you know, head gets real big and purple. God it's so fat and hard and shiny and he just stretches it and then she...!" my daughter responded in a rush. "Phew! Oh wow, Mom, I'd...I need to stop. I'm getting all...weird from telling you about this!" Lynette laughed, fanning herself with her hand.

Carrie's face flushed as the pale glow from the passing street lamps illuminated her again and again, now more slowly as they rounded the last curve before our driveway. My wife's pussy was beginning to weep.

My daughter stared hard at her mother, her eyes narrowing. "C'mon Mom. You know you want to." she whispered, smiling devilishly as she placed her hand casually on her mother's thigh.

As the car came to a stop and Carrie shut the engine off, she sat stone-faced and flushed in the throbbing stillness, the blood from her heart pulsing in her ears and in her sex. Lynette had lapsed into silence, quietly assessing the minutiae of her mother's reactions. Suddenly Carrie reached over and yanked on the chrome door handle, pushed open the heavy car door and quickly got out of the car. She slammed the door closed and then opened the trunk, collected their bags and made her way to the front door of our house. With my daughter quietly trailing behind, my wife fumbled with her keys and finally after what seemed to her to be an embarrassing eternity, she opened the door and they both came inside.

I heard them enter and turned around on the couch to wave and say hello to them. My wife's face carried an odd expression that I couldn't quite place and she nearly ran up the stairs towards our bedroom. Lynette followed casually behind her, her hips swinging seductively as she climbed upwards after her mother.

"What...is there something wrong?" I ventured, a bit taken aback.

"Nope!" my daughter replied, smiling. "Mom just needs to go to the bathroom I think!" she added, disappearing around the corner of the upper level.

I shrugged my shoulders and continued clicking through the basketball games on TV.

As Carrie virtually ran down the hallway to our bedroom, Lynette said "Hang on Mom. I want to show you something!" before she turned into her own bedroom. Carrie stood in the mouth of our room facing inward, almost shaking. 'This is not right, this is not right, this is not right.' her mind raged. She reached up to her face and covered it on both sides with her hands, feeling their coolness on her hot cheeks. 'I can't go in there.' her inner voice cried. 'Please don't go in there!' it wailed, as she dropped her bags and felt her feet turn her around to carry her towards her daughter's voice.

A few seconds later my wife found herself at her daughter's bedroom door. Lynette was sitting in the chair in front of her desk and her computer monitor, the screen casting a dim glow on her excited face. She looked up at her mother and smiled. "C'mon Mom...just come here for a second. This is what I wanted you to see." she coaxed, absently waving her mother in with her left hand.

My wife responded in a jittery attempt at command "Lynette, this needs to stop right here, right now. This was wrong. I need for us to never, ever have this conversation again!" 

My daughter looked back at my wife as she got up and walked sensually towards her and smiled sardonically. "OK Mom, whatever -- I'll just leave the pictures and files up, though. You go ahead and look through them and I'll go have a shower. No one ever has to know." She brushed by her mother and began to leave the room.

"I am NOT going to be looking at anything!" Carrie retorted, her voice rising.

Lynette paused and turned. "Sure Mom. But I think you will. Because you're just...like...me!" she smiled as she reached forward to squeeze her mother's hand to punctuate each word. She then leaned forward and kissed her mother on the cheek. Carrie watched as her pretty daughter crossed the hallway to her bathroom, her ass swaying perfectly in her tight, tight jeans. Lynette looked back over her shoulder and catching the direction of her mother's gaze, tilted her head and smiled innocently before slowly closing the door on my wife.

Carrie stood motionless, confused and shaken. The strains of the commentary from the TV drifted up the stairs from the family room below. Meanwhile, she could hear the soft buzzes and clicks from the hard drive of the computer on her daughter's desk. Somewhere beyond those sounds she heard the whish of the shower as it came to life behind the closed door of her daughter's bathroom.

My wife walked into her daughter's room and sat down in the chair in front of the glowing monitor.

The picture on the screen was of a huge, hard, fat, olive-skinned cock with a fat, purplish mushroom head. My sexy wife still gasped a bit even though she'd seen many pictures like this before. She could see a tongue and a pair of soft, pink lips just beyond the tip of the phallus. The tongue was protruding and curling upward slightly, just barely touching the underside of the enormous, glistening cock-head. The resolution of the picture was outstanding, really, my wife thought crazily. 

Carrie could feel her throat going dry. She cleared it quietly and swallowed the saliva that paradoxically was rapidly building in her mouth. She watched as her hand reached out and maneuvered the large, two-toned mouse that was connected to the desktop computer. She clicked.

The next picture has been taken from a little further out. It showed the same large, throbbing penis rising from a nest of tight, brown curls and a flat, taut male abdomen with its own tuft of soft, downy chestnut hairs. The guy clearly had a beautifully chiseled six-pack to go with that beer-bong of an instrument, Carrie thought, giggling silently in sudden near-hysteria. My God, what was she doing here? 

The face from which the tongue extended was clear now. My wife swallowed hard as she realized that it was, in fact, the pretty auburn-haired Alison, with whom she had just spent over four hours at the mall. Alison was smiling prettily, grey eyes looking up submissively at her boyfriend, satiny, shimmering hair tucked back over her shoulder. Her lovely tongue was now firmly pressed under the fat head of the cock before her. From the mischievous sparkle in her eye and the sexy look on her young face, it was clear that Alison enjoyed teasing and sucking this enormous prick. "The little slut loves to do this!" my wife mused, the thought making her hornier yet. Carrie's hand dropped into her lap. 




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She looked around nervously, guilt threatening to overwhelm her. Yet she couldn't deny wanting to see more of this. She'd met Ryan. God, was he really that big? The picture before her made it look so enormous, so hard, so juicy! The thought of her daughter's young friend's hot, wet, sexy little mouth with that big, fat cock fucking it and her smiling and moaning around it sent a jolt straight to my wife's turgid nipples. Her mind wandered to some of the guys she'd dated before me. Some of them had beautiful penises, but none this large. Again she became aware of the smoldering heat between her legs that her daughter had so cruelly stoked during their ride home. Her fingers began to rub. Suddenly she looked back at the open door. Then she felt herself rise to go close it.

Carrie moved as if in some kind of trance. She glided back to her daughter's desk and sat down again, dropping her fingers back onto the "V" between her black Capri covered thighs.

The next picture wasn't a picture. It was an MPEG of Alison sucking Ryan's handsome cock. When Carrie first clicked on it, the speakers roared to life. She frantically tried to find the mute button but couldn't and in desperation she finally reached out and twisted the volume knob on the remote speakers, immediately dampening the noise. Oddly though, she then found herself turning it back up, just a little. Just enough so she could hear Alison moan and slurp around the big cock. She listened as Ryan told the young girl to "Suck it good, baby. Mmmm, yes, lick it just like that. Ohhh, God, you little slut! Mmmm..yes...just like that. Lick it, oh God that's so good." The narrative continued, as my wife watched Ryan slap Alison's face with his big cockshaft again and again, before thrusting it wetly into her mouth for more sucking. 

The camera panned out and Carrie watched as a pretty nude Alison, with her perky "C" cup breasts jiggling and swaying erotically sat on her haunches with her legs spread wide while frigging her shaved pussy to the rhythm of her bobbing head. Little whimpers and squeals came from her as the powerful young stud grabbed the back of her head and plunged into her wet and ready mouth.

"Oh fuck, oh God" Carrie whispered as she rocked back and forth on my daughter's chair, listening and watching the lewd scene unfold before her.

My wife's own fingers were pressing harder and harder into the sodden crotch of her stretch pants. It felt wonderful, and she could actually feel her throbbing clit through the thin fabric. She rubbed it softly as she watched. 

She found herself mumbling her encouragement to the young girl on the screen, telling her to 'Hold it up straight and lick it, oh God, yes, just like that.' or 'Oooh, yes, oh God rub that big fucking thing all over your face...ohhh yes Alison, oooh God that's so hot!". Carrie's hand pressed harder but it was no good. She needed to touch herself now. 

My wife pulled out the waistband of her Capris and thrust her left hand down inside them. She felt the thin patch of material forming the front of her new thong and quickly pushed it aside to get at her slick, hairless snatch. Her eyes fluttered and closed as she slowly rubbed her fingers up and down her wet lips.

The next video showed Alison on her bed. She was by herself but she was talking to the camera. Obviously it appeared that Ryan must have been holding the video camera, but it made Carrie wonder who had been doing the filming on the previous clip. Alison was lying back on the bed, with her legs spread, raised and bent at the knees with her small feet flat on the bed-sheet. She was running her petite hands up and down her pussy lips, showing herself to the camera, talking to the cameraman. "Is this how you like it? Do you like to see my pussy, baby? Do you want to see me finger myself?" The husky, muffled replies of an unseen voyeur replied to her. 

My wife Carrie also replied "Oh yes, do that. Touch it. Touch it for me baby. Oh God, yes rub it just like that...oooh yes up and down Alison, rub it for me Alison you little slut...oh God." Carrie's breathing quickened. She curled her own fingers to press them into her wet slot, pushing them deep into her as she spread her legs further. The clip continued. Alison kept rubbing her slot and then brought her fingers to her lips to lick them and suck the juice off. Carrie moaned and began rubbing her heavy, braless breasts through her top. A few more minutes of this and she knew she was going to explode. Her daughter's gorgeous young friend, who she'd been with all afternoon, staring at the girl's hot ass and perfect, firm tits, was now lying spread out in front of her on a computer monitor, taunting her and teasing her with nasty, filthy words.

But then much to my wife's chagrin, that clip ended. Carrie moaned in disbelief. She grabbed the mouse and frantically searched for another MPEG in the file. She clicked on another one, but this time it was a different girl apparently, only the camera had cut her off at the shoulders and her face and neck wasn't visible in the shot. Only the girl's perfect breasts and pink, bald pussy were shown, in much the same pose as Alison had been in the previous clip. 

The unknown girl rubbed her slit up and down, using one hand to pull the lips apart to show the camera. She too kept up a whispering dialogue with the viewer. "Look at it...mmm...you want it don't you? You want to see me put my fingers inside me, don't you? Like this?" she gasped as she pushed her red-fingernailed digits deep into her, causing her back to arch off the bed, her legs spreading even wider. "Ohhh God, my fingers feel so fucking good. Mmmmm...I'm so fucking hot and wet. Look at it. Stare at my fucking pussy, oh God, yes, stare at it. God, eat it. Lick it baby...ohhhh."

"Oh shit!" my wife moaned as she watched the girl writhe on the bed. Her breasts were beautiful, large and full. Her nipples were soft pink and the size of half dollars, but they were so hard. The girl cupped them and pinched them as she rubbed her wet pussy. The camera zoomed in. My wife could hear the squish of the girl's pussy around her pumping fingers. The girl whispered such naughty things. It was if she was talking right to my wife. Carrie's hand was a blur of motion inside her Capri's. She was going to cum from this girl. God she was talking like such a little slut! Suddenly the camera panned upward on the girl's face. 

She was beautiful, her face a mask of twisted and contorted lust. Her eyes bored into my wife's as she sneered at her through the camera lens. She licked her lips and bit them as she fingered herself. She had shoulder length brown hair and big green eyes. It was Lynette!

Carrie's wail started out as a low howl as her fingers mashed her clit, revolving around and over it in fast, furious circles. "Oh fuck, Lynette!" she cried, shutting her eyes as she clamped her legs around her frigging fingers.

"Yes, Mommy?" her daughter's little girl voice came from right behind her as she felt two hands wrap around her braless tits, feeling them through her stretch top. She felt her daughter's hot breath against her ear and the flick of her tongue on her neck. Carrie nearly shrieked in fright! She hadn't heard the door open, hadn't heard her daughter come in. How long had she been standing there? 

As she whirled the chair around, pulling her soaked hand out from her pants, she was greeted by her daughter's full, wet breasts and those hard, pink nipples just inches from her face. Lynette took the opportunity to swing one leg over her mother's lap and brought it to rest on the opposite arm of the chair, effectively straddling her mother so that her wet, firm tits were right in her mother's face. Her mother turned the chair back again so that Lynette could lean back against the desk as she sat partially on my wife's thighs and knees, with her legs splayed out on either side of the chair. She was a gymnast after all!

Carrie looked on with a mixture of horror and unbridled lust as Lynette continued to act out the video right on her lap, spreading her pussy lips and fingering them rapidly as she leaned back against the desk top and smiled seductively at her mother. "How badly do you want to suck me, Mommy?" Lynette hissed.

"Oh God, Lynette, no!" Carrie whimpered, even as my daughter reached over and grabbed my wife's right hand, guiding it downward between her legs. She rubbed my wife's hand first over the smooth soft skin of her thighs, turning it back and forth to stroke them first with my wife's fingers, then the back of her hand. Carrie shuddered at the silky feel of them, as her daughter forced her hand, down, down, deeper towards her hot sex. As Carrie's fingers felt the steaming wetness of her daughter, Lynette just leaned back and smiled at her.

"Do it!" she sneered, spreading her legs as far as they could go.

Carrie stared at her daughter, and a dark shadow crossed her own face. "You little tramp!" she spat as she plunged her fingers into her daughter's hot, wet cunt. "Like this?" she growled. "Fuck you like this, you little slut?" as her fingers pumped in and out, twisting and turning.

My daughter leaned back further, placing both elbows on the desk behind her, knocking the keyboard backwards. "Oh fuck, oh fuck Mommy, what are you doing, Mommy?" she mewed in her schoolgirl voice. "Oh no Mommy, you're rubbing my pussy! Stop Mommy, stop! You're going to make it all wet! Oh Mommy, please,what are you doing to my little pussy?" she taunted.

"Oh you little bitch!" yelped my wife, as she began to rub Lynette's clit with her left thumb, her purple nail polish gleaming with my daughter's cunt juice. "You want me to make you cum? Is that it? You want to cum while I finger you?'

"Oh Mommy, no! No Mommy, no! Daddy's right downstairs! Don't make my poor pussy cum when Daddy's right downstairs and doesn't know!" Lynette goaded. "Don't make me cum again and again!"

Carrie was wild now. Her eyes had a fevered look to them as she worked her daughter's bald pussy faster, with both hands. Lynette was bucking and writhing on her lap, the desk rubbing her back hard, beginning to make red marks on it. "You little fucking tease. You've been teasing me all day, haven't you?" Carrie demanded. 

Lynette's face morphed into an expression of mock contrition, green eyes big and wide, mouth trembling. "Oooh," she purred "I'm sorry Mommy! I didn't really mean to! I only meant to tease you a little to see if you liked it! I just wanted you to look at me. Did I go too far?" she pouted, still humping up and down on my wife's pumping fingers. 

Suddenly Carrie started to push her chair away from the desk. "Go to the bed!" she barked, pushing Lynette off her lap. Lynette staggered to her feet and suddenly looking at the wild look in her mother's eyes, she felt a sense of apprehension and fear. She backed slowly to the bed as my wife began stripping off her own clothes.

As my daughter climbed backwards onto the bed, her eyes dropped to my wife's prodigious breasts as Carrie pulled her top off, causing them to bounce and wobble. Carrie took another step towards the bed, topless now. "Do you like my big tits, Lynnie? How long have you been thinking about them, about touching them, licking them, feeling how heavy they are? I saw you staring at them all day long. You know, you're not the only one who knows when other girls look at them. I see when people look at my body. And guess what, Lynette? I kind of like it! In fact, I like it a lot! It makes me really horny to think I can get another guy or woman to stare at me! Do you like them Lynette?"

Lynette was the one that was breathless and a little stunned now. She'd never seen her mother like this. "Y-yes." she squeaked, backing a little further towards her headboard. Carrie closed in on her like a panther towards its prey. 

She hooked both her thumbs into her Capri's and started to wiggle them down, like a stripper at a bachelor party, pulling them down an inch on one side, then the other, hips swaying suggestively. She turned around and lowered them over her firm ass cheeks, her black thong riding between them, showing her daughter her own perfect ass. Lynette groaned and began to rub her pussy as she watched her own mother strip before her.

"Mom, Dad's right down stairs!" Lynette whispered, as if this was now suddenly a problem.

"I don't care about that right now. I think it's kind of hot, don't you? Him down there and me about to eat your little pussy up here...mmmm, I like it!" Carrie snarled, now naked except for her thong as she crawled on all fours towards her daughter, the soft comforter bunching under her hands as she crept. "You wanted to know what I was like when I was your age? This is what I was like when I was your age." 

With that my wife placed her hands on Lynette's legs and pushed them apart and upwards, spreading her pussy as far as she could. Then she bowed her head and leaned in towards it. Lynette felt the hot breath on her mons first and it sent a wicked chill down her back as she watched her mother's beautiful face descend on her. Suddenly the sheer taboo of what they were about to do hit her and she whimpered a little. 

Carrie could smell her daughter's desire. My wife's sweet ass was raised up in the air as she steadied herself with her hands firmly planted on my daughter's spread thighs. She kissed the girl's hairless pussy, lightly at first, then again, then again, flicking her tongue against it the third time. Lynette covered her face with her hands and whined breathlessly, "Oh...God!" 

My wife just smiled, tasting her daughter's musk. She flattened out her tongue and slowly drew it from the bottom of Lynette's spread ass-crack all the way up to her throbbing clit. There she deftly flicked her tongue repeatedly over the little nub, sending sparks through my daughter's young body. 

Suddenly she started lapping with more vigor. A light flick here, another there, up, down, side to side, pushing into it then curling her tongue upward, mashing her face into her daughter's wet sex. Lynette started wailing, biting her fist as she watched her mother punish her pretty young pussy with her unbelievably talented tongue. 

My wife began to moan and coo sexily, encouraging Lynette with her noises as she purposely made loud licking and sucking noises on her dripping snatch. Her tongue dipped lower and lapped at the little 18 year-old's asshole, circling it and dipping in as her hands continued to hold her daughter's legs wide apart in a vice-like grip. "Mmmm...mmmm...unhhhh." my wife grunted as she licked. And that's when Lynette lost it.

My daughter grabbed my wife's head and held it fast against her humping pussy. She writhed and ground it into her mother's face as she came, wave after wave of wanton pleasure coursing through her. "Ohhhh, fucckkk!" she howled, as she jerked and spasmed, all the while as my wife clamped her lips over my daughter's sensitive clitoris. It seemed like minutes passed, as the aftershocks continued to wrack Lynette's small frame, her mother mercilessly tonguing her streaming slit. She found herself now stroking her mother's hair lovingly, twitching each time Carrie moved her tongue. "Oh God, Mommy, stop, please...no more!" she pleaded, causing my wife to finally raise her pretty girl-cum covered face.

Carrie wiped some of it off with one finger. Her blond-streaked chestnut hair was a tousled mess. She licked her fingers off one by one, looking into my daughter's eyes. Then she raised one of her large breasts up to her mouth and slowly licked the hardened nipple, her gaze never disengaging from her daughter. Lynette groaned and shivered at the sight of her gorgeous mother, seeing her in a whole new light.

"Is this what you like to see, Lynette?" Carrie teased. "Do you like to watch your Mommy do this to herself?" she continued, lapping first at one tit, then the other. Lynette squirmed on the bed, her poor young pussy still throbbing. "Cause I like to show off too baby girl. I like to make people watch me fuck myself! I want them to want to fuck me!" Carrie oozed.

"God Mom, you are so hot!" Lynette moaned, softly rubbing her slit.

Carrie smiled and then unexpectedly rose and climbed off the bed. Picking up her Capri's, she started putting them back on. She looked up at her daughter, shook her hair back and smiled sexily. "Yes I am baby-girl, and don't you ever forget it!"

With that, my hot wife picked up her top and walked topless out the bedroom door and down the hallway, her perfect ass and round hips swinging sexily the whole way.

My pretty daughter watched from her bed, legs spread, and completely nude, exhausted and dripping wet. The student had just met the master. 



My How They Grow Ch. 06



The continuing saga of me, my wife Carrie and our gymnast daughter Lynette. It's probably best to read at least some of the preceding chapters in order to get a better feel for the story. As the category suggests there are some pretty strong elements of incestuous activity here. If that's your thing, great. If not, you should probably read another story. Thanks and I hope you enjoy.

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Dinner was odd. That's about the best I can describe it. My wife, Carrie had finally come downstairs about 45 minutes after her strange, harried entrance earlier. She was in a decidedly friendly mood, first coming up behind the sofa and throwing her arms around my neck from behind, leaning over it and kissing me on the side of my cheek. I crooked my head a little, squeezing her away. I was watching the basketball game for heaven's sakes, and besides that, it tickled. But she was persistent. 

She stood, up and casting me a smirking, playful look while tossing her chestnut tresses over her shoulder, she sashayed around the couch to plop herself down beside me. She then proceeded to run one finger around my ear, through the surrounding hair on that side, tracing the outer lobe. I shrugged that off as well, trying to maintain focus on the game. But she continued and finally I looked over at her with a "What the fuck?" kind of glance and she just sat there, eyes glittering under half-lowered eyelids, lips slightly parted. My expression dissolved into wary amusement and I shook my head slightly and chuckled.

"What's all this?" I asked, pulling back a bit to look at her.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about how handsome you are and how lucky I am to have you!" my wife responded, smiling seductively.

"Uh huh," I grunted, not really sure where this was going. I mean I'm sitting there, golf shorts and a sloppy old white T-shirt, minding my own business, nursing a Killian's in one hand with my feet up on the coffee table, big toe poking out of one of my slightly soiled and heavily worn athletic socks and she thinks I'm handsome. 'Well hang on baby, I got loads more handsome where that comes from!' thinks I. 

"Did you get high when you were at the mall, sweetheart?" I quipped.

The sexy smile evaporated from Carrie's pretty face, replaced by a look of exasperation and bemusement. She pushed herself up from the couch and stalked off towards the kitchen. Oops. OK, maybe that wasn't too cool on my part, I thought as I watched her stomp out of sight. Better go fix that, I decided. But not until the final 2 minutes ticked off the game clock first. Typical guy.

Fifteen minutes later, I figured I'd better get into the kitchen to make amends, especially since my lovely wife was preparing dinner for us. Now before I go much further and you get the wrong idea, I also pitch in on the cooking from time to time. Usually on the barbecue and usually involving charring some kind of animal smothered with lots of sauce and spices. But tonight was Carrie's night. We don't really have a pattern. Generally she cooks four nights to my one, but well, I do other important stuff. But I digress.

I sauntered into the kitchen where my wife stood in front of the sink tossing a salad. The scent of warm dough and garlic from the freshly prepared frozen DiGiorno Pizza wafted from the oven. It was accompanied by a slight hint of vinaigrette from the bottled salad dressing. Not fancy but, hey, it was a Saturday night -- what do you want?

Carrie was beating the salad into submission with a large fork and spoon, probably imagining it was my head from the looks of her vigorous ministrations. I approached with caution. She stiffened as I laid my hands on her shoulders, my thumbs tracing the inside of the neckline of her top. I leaned over and placed my head softly beside hers. "I'm sorry hun." I whispered. "I didn't mean to ignore you like that. It was the end of the game and I'd been watching the whole thing and I just wasn't...I didn't know what was going on. I didn't mean to be a jerk," I tried. 

"That's OK honey. You can't help it," she replied stiffly. Ouch.

I let my hands slide down her shoulders a bit. "You look amazing in that top you know." I purred, rubbing her shoulders up and down.

"Is that right?" she replied coolly as she picked up a penis-length carrot and starting hacking off pieces into the salad bowl. "Or are you sure you're not just high?" Ouch.

"I'm high on looking at you right now," I smiled. Even without seeing her eyes, I knew they were rolling upwards at my lameness. I could feel the tension in her shoulder coming down though, and watched as she just shook her head a little from side to side.

"You suck," she announced before easing her head to the side to press against mine signaling a slight thaw.

"That's because you've got good such stuff to suck on, Ma Cherie," I rejoined, sliding my left hand from her shoulder around her front and down into the inviting scoop neckline of her stretch top. It found its heavy target and I began feeling her, stroking her big, firm breast, then her large, soft aureole. Her head rolled backward into my neck as she gave a sharp intake of breath. I felt her big nipple harden almost instantly against my fingertips as I began to pinch and pull it softly and roll it around. I noticed she'd stopped slicing the carrot. I moved my head to the other side of her and dropped my mouth to the soft, exposed flesh of her neck, kissing and sucking on it as I kneaded her amazing breasts.

"You're a prick," she mewed, without much conviction, as I pulled on her nipple and grazed the skin of her neck slightly with my teeth, causing her to groan a bit.

"I thought you liked pricks Carrie. I thought you liked to make them big and hard," I breathed.

"Mmmm...yes baby, keep talking just like that," my sexy lady answered.

"Jeez you guys! Get a room!" came the sarcastic blare of my daughter's voice as she entered the kitchen, straightening me up like the sound of a fire alarm at three in the morning. I clumsily yanked my hand out of my wife's top, whacking her in the chin with my watch as I did and causing her to yelp a little in the process.

"Jesus Christ, Lynette! You scared the crap out of us!" I barked, whirling to face my daughter, who stood in the kitchen doorway with her hands on her shapely hips, adorned in a tight, teal top with the words "For Your Eyes Only" across it. A pair of three-quarter length white sweats completed the ensemble.

"Well, that's what you get for doing the nasty in the kitchen! Seriously, what is it with you guys and the kitchen?" she smirked.

"Wha -- what do you mean?" I stammered, suddenly on the defensive. And what was going on here anyway? She and I both knew she'd seen plenty more the night before. She was obviously acting for her mother's sake. Smart girl.

"You know what I mean!" Lynette replied, walking into the kitchen and pulling a chair out from the table. "I know what you guys were doing this morning while I was in here. Naughty, naughty!" she teased as she lowered herself onto the seat and leaned back, crossing her legs.

"I don't know what you mean!" I tried, looking at my wife for support. Carrie just stood there, looking down at the floor with an 'Oops...Busted!' grin on her face.

"Yes, well, tell that to your wiener Daddy! You nearly poked my eye out with that thing this morning when you stood up! Like...gross, you guys! Can't you wait until you're alone?" she mock-scolded, although at this point, I was looking at her with utter disbelief. We were gross, huh? She could say that with a straight face after what she did watching us the previous night, not to mention what she had done to me earlier? She noticed the scowl on my face and smiled sweetly.

"OK you guys, enough!" Carrie laughed. "So your Dad and I like to have a little fun. We're not dead, Lynette. And you should talk. I doubt you're so innocent yourself," she added, with a strange kind of knowing, challenging gleam in her eyes as she gazed at her daughter. 

Lynette's smile became a bit more contrite and she dropped her eyes to the floor. She just shrugged her shoulders. "You know I'm not like that Mommy!" she answered, a little grin twitching at the side of her mouth.

"Uh huh," my wife answered sardonically. "Save it for the judge, little girl!" she added.

Dinner as I said earlier was kind of odd from then on. There wasn't a lot of conversation. There seemed to be a lot of unspoken tension in the air. I for my part knew why. I hadn't quite figured out how to deal with the fact that I had recently "not had sexual relations" with my daughter as Bill Clinton might have testified. But I had pretty much done everything else, all of which would probably be considered disgusting and sick to the majority of the people I knew. And here I was, sitting across from her while my wife of 19 years sat beside us. 

As much as we had role played about this kind of thing, which in itself was suddenly appalling to me, I was pretty sure that Carrie would not find the reality of such an event so sexually arousing. In fact, I was pretty sure she'd divorce me, poison me, or cut off parts of me with which I'd become quite attached. Plus, good fathers just didn't do stuff like that. To make matters worse, if possible, I had more or less let Lynette watch as I screwed the daylights out of her mother on our bed. What the hell was I thinking? The fact that both events caused me to cum like a fire hydrant was irrelevant. I was a bad, bad man. Then earlier today, my pretty wife had surreptitiously masturbated me under the table while I ogled my daughter's ass whilst she washed dishes. That was not cool. Except that, well, it kind of was.

So I had a lot of guilt. Huge guilt. Real, mind-swallowing, hand-wringing moral issues. And I ate in strained silence for the entire meal. The weird thing was, so did my wife. I couldn't understand that. She hadn't done anything really wrong, except the masturbating-me-under-the-table thing. What was her problem?

And Lynette? Well, she started off chirpy, but then as the meal wore on, she became more morose, almost despondent. She looked back and forth at her mother and me and just kind of wilted and became very quiet. The meal ended and there was some idle chatter about Lynette's going out on a date that night, that she needed to get ready and so on. We got up, cleared the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher and Lynette left the room. I leaned back against the counter lost in thought as I watched Carrie put away the remaining drink containers into the fridge. It was still weird, even after Lynette left. I certainly felt like I needed to get out of there. Carrie for her part kept stealing glances at me with this kind of shy, uncertain, look on her face. There was something else there too. She herself looked -- guilty, which was weird. She wouldn't meet my eyes with hers. Of course, I couldn't meet hers either which initiated the strangest game of spontaneous 'Gee, what's that over there?' that I've ever been involved with. Crazy. I needed some air. I decided to go outside.

I wandered around the back of the house, out on our patio and looked out into the night. The summer air was warm and moist, the wind soft and pleasant. Crickets and tree frogs sang from the woods behind my back yard. The moon was nearly full, dimly lighting the deck and the trees beyond with a ghostly, silvery gleam, adding to the soft glow from the porch lights behind me. It was a perfect night. The stars were abundant and bright. I turned towards the house and peered through the sliding door blinds.

My wife sat at the kitchen table with her face in her hands. And suddenly the night wasn't so perfect at all.

After a few more minutes I went back inside and sat back down on the couch, flicking absent-mindedly through the TV channels. I thought about all the strange things that had transpired in my family life over the past 24 hours. None of it was really anything I could talk to anyone about, and certainly wasn't anything I was proud of. How was this going to affect things with my daughter? How could I face my wife, who trusted me more than anyone else in the world? I watched everything and nothing as the channels flitted by, my mind a whirl of troubling thoughts and scenarios.

My daughter broke my trance by coming up beside me and sitting on the armrest facing me. She put her left foot on the nearest sofa cushion and kind of pulled her leg up to her chest, hugging it. She was now wearing some low-rider jeans that came to mid-calf and a blue scoop neck top that dipped about two inches below the shadowy cleft between her breasts. Pendulous rhinestone earrings hung casually from her petite ears, twinkling as the light glimmered off them. She had her dark hair pulled back and secured with a Scunci at the back. She looked amazing, as it seemed she always did recently.

"You okay, Daddy?" she asked softly, big, green eyes gazing down at me with uncertainty.

"Sure Princess," I replied, forcing a smile to form on my lips.

'Princess' sat there for a few moments just looking at me. She rocked her right knee back and forth silently as she did. I knew she was struggling with her thoughts and understood that she wanted, needed to say something. I empathized with her. I didn't know exactly what to say either.

"Are you mad at me Daddy?" she finally asked.

Mad? That was the last thing I was. I'd probably experienced almost every other feeling possible but anger, at least with her, wasn't one of them. How could she think that?

"No, baby. No way." I looked towards the kitchen where I knew my wife was still sitting, dealing with whatever demons she was battling. I knew my next tête-à-tête would be in there, although over what I wasn't sure. "You...you're an amazing girl. I love you so much that you'll never, ever know what you mean to me. But what we did...what I did...I shouldn't have done. I don't know what I was thinking. I can't ever let that happen again." I blurted in a rush.

Lynette's eyes studied mine for a few seconds. "I know." she replied, quietly. "I guess we got carried away. Like, WAY away!" she added, rolling her eyes. Then, an impish little grin broke across her beautiful, sexy little mouth. "It's too bad though," she smirked. "I kind of liked it!" she added, biting her lower lip.

"Lynette...!" I rejoined.

"I know, I know. I just found it kind of...you know, hot, that's all. I guess some people would find that totally gross, but...I don't know. Maybe I'm a weirdo." She reached out and kind of pushed my shoulder in a taunting gesture. "I mean, I can't stop thinking about it." Then she added excitedly in a kind of whisper, "I mean, God, the way you rubbed your...you know, like, rubbed it all over my face and like, smacked it on me and stuff...God Daddy! Is it okay if I think about it sometimes? It was just...so...mmm baby!" she admitted, trailing off and rolling her eyes upward quickly and smiling.

I'm ashamed to admit that she had gotten to me again. My cock sprang to life again with every word from her lips. I shook my head and cleared my throat, stammering for words. "Lynette!" I admonished. "You have to stop this stuff. I'm your father honey and that's just...not normal." My daughter moved down towards me, pouting, squeezing between the armrest and I. She kind of turned her body towards my still front-facing torso and wrapped her arms around me, giving me a hug. Despite my best intentions, I could feel her full breasts pushing on my upper arm.

"Aw, c'mon Daddy. Pleeease? I'll be very discrete. I won't tease you much anymore, OK? But is it alright if I think about it? Just a little bit? Please?" my daughter pushed eyes big and pleading, in her little girl voice.

The conversation was becoming ridiculous. No father and daughter talk to each other like this. I needed to put an end to it. "You're already being bad now," I chided and then, despite myself I said "I'm not sure you know how to turn it off anyway. Just try to act like a normal daughter from now on, would ya?" I joked.

"Oh, OK Daddy! I'll take it easy on you. But you know, I don't mind if you perv out about me sometimes," she grinned, giving me another hug. "I think it's cute!" she smiled, tilting her head and poking me.

"Perv out? Jesus." I muttered, mostly to myself. "So which guy are you going out with tonight? Andrew or Matt?" I said, changing the topic.

I wasn't sure who my daughter's latest 'friend' was. For all I knew, Andrew and Matt might have been last month's news. Lynette went through boyfriends like my washing machine went through socks.

"Well, both actually." Lynette replied, smiling smugly.

"WHAT?" I yelped, sitting bolt upright and my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Now, I'm obviously not a prude. My previous behavior would shoot down any theories about that, Lord knows. But two guys?

"Relax Daddy. We're just going to the movies and we're meeting some other people there. You've got a dirty mind!" Lynette chided.

"Can you blame me?" I responded sarcastically. "I just don't want you to...you know...go nuts. You need to be careful around guys. They aren't safe at that age. And how does this work exactly anyway? Aren't they jealous of each other dating you?" I asked, trying to comprehend this arrangement.

Lynette leaned back against the sofa arm, inadvertently pushing out her breasts, the effect of which was in no way lost on me. I stared and she smiled, twisting her back and forth hair between her fingers. "Well, they're pretty cool about it. It's not like we're looking for marriage or anything, Daddy. We're just having fun right now."

"But two guys on the same date? That's a bit...uncomfortable if you ask me."

"Well Daddy, we're going to be with a group of other people for a lot of it," my daughter explained.

"A lot of it?" I replied, eyebrows raised.

"Well, they'll be picking me up and later they'll be bringing me home so...you know," she trailed off, her eyes mischievous. 

"No I don't know!" I barked. "What does that mean?" I continued as the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of my daughter's 'dates'.

Lynette leaned over and whispered hotly in my ear: "It means I'm going to have lots and lots of fun tonight Daddy!"

With that, my daughter gave me a big kiss on the cheek and bounced off the couch, leaving me with my mouth gaping and the blood rising in my face. I watched her perfect little ass flounce towards the door and I shouted her name as she reached it. My little girl just turned as she opened the door, smiled, blew me a kiss, winked and said "Just kidding! Bye Daddy!" as she grabbed one of the boys hands with one hand before closing the door behind her with the other.

My wife finally came out of the kitchen. She'd obviously been crying. Despite my outrage at my daughter's words, I realized again with some self-contempt that I'd somehow managed to develop a pretty fair erection over my daughter's presence in a very short period of time.

"What's going on?" Carrie sniffed.

I just shook my head and replied "Ladies and gentlemen, Lynette has left the building."

The remainder of the evening was tense. Carrie wouldn't open up about whatever was bothering her, which made me extremely concerned and more than a little suspicious. Was she having an affair? Did she know about Lynette and me? That seemed unlikely as I was pretty sure she would have ripped my head clear off my shoulders. Was she going through some other kind of crisis? She wouldn't give me any answers and this began opening up a rather chilly and anxious void between us.

Our daughter came well after midnight. Carrie had gone to bed. I had waited up. I told myself that it was because of general parental concern. I told myself it was because I couldn't sleep anyway after the uncomfortable evening I'd spent with my wife and that maybe it might be best if Carrie went to sleep first before I climbed in. I told myself that it had nothing to do with the images that kept popping up in my mind in regard to what my young daughter had sexily whispered in my ear just before she left. Surely I didn't really want to know anything more about her dates. I just wanted to make sure she arrived safe and sound, and as I thought about that, I realized that this was truly the main reason I was still awake on the sofa when her key turned in our front door lock. When the door opened and my beautiful little girl walked in and closed it behind her, turning the lock and shutting out all the bad things the world had in it, I knew how important she was in my life.




My How They Grow Ch. 06



Most of the lights in the house were off except for the glow from the TV, and I sat silently bathing in its blue, flickering illumination, quietly watching my little girl remove her shoes and start towards the stairs. When she noticed the television was still on, she suddenly saw that I was still sitting there, waiting for her. She turned and walked towards me, softly, gracefully. She'd grown up so much. Like some kind of dancer or actress, with so much poise and youthful sensuality. With every step her young body seemed to flow, and as I watched her as if she was in slow motion, her hips swaying naturally, sexually from side to side, her breasts shifting gently under her top. The gleam from the television glittered off her earrings in the dark.

"Daddy," she admonished in hushed tones, "what are you doing? You didn't need to wait up for me!" She came around the corner of the couch and sat down at the opposite end from me.

I leaned back against the arm. Both of us brought our feet up onto the sofa so that they were almost touching, such that were facing each other like bookends.

"I know." I replied softly, as I pushed my feet out towards hers. She put both her feet up flat against mine. This was a game we'd played since she was 3. We'd push on each other's feet, sometimes like pressing on the gas pedal, sometimes like a kind of reverse-image thing, like where you'd take your hand and do hand push-ups on a mirror, except we did it with our feet. Suddenly my 18 year old daughter was a little girl again. We pushed absently back and forth on each other. "I can't help it." I explained.

"I'm OK out there you know?" she responded, trying to convince me, pushing hard with her right foot against mine. She had strong legs. A gymnast's legs. A woman's legs.

"I know," I swallowed. "But I'm still your Daddy, right?" I said my voice suddenly a little tight. There was a lump in my throat, you see. I'd spent eighteen years being the protector, the guy that checked for monsters under my little girl's bed at night. The one who made sure her red mittens were properly secured on her tiny hands as she left for school with the awful dangers of the cold winter always threatening to take her away from me. And now she was out there on her own with God knows who. There were a lot of monsters in the world. How does a parent stop fighting them, stop protecting the one thing he loves more than anything else in the universe?

Lynette's eyes met mine, sparkling, lively and comforting. "Always Daddy. Always and forever." I pushed back on her foot. "Are you OK?" she asked.

"I'm fine baby girl." I lied. My daughter sat up and crawled towards me on the couch, kind of kneeling and leaning her arms across my raised knees. She rested her chin on her forearms and looked down at me. God she was a pretty girl. "Did those boys really treat you alright tonight?" I pried. 

My daughter laughed at me. "They were fine, Daddy. Perfect gentlemen." she added.

I smiled at her. "That's too bad!" I joked, my voice sarcastic.

Lynette's mouth tightened and her eyes widened and she stuck her chin out at me and smirked, slapping my knee a little. "I know, right? I wore my best 'come get me' top and they still behaved. What does a girl have to do?' she joked. "Anyway, I should go to bed. I'm all worn out!" she yawned. She stayed there for a second just leaning foreword against my shins, looking down at me. Despite my better sense, I couldn't once again help but be aware of the warm fullness of her breasts pressing against them.

"You do that," I agreed. "I'm going up in a minute."

"I love you, Daddy!" Lynette said as she finally sat back and lifted herself off the sofa.

"I love you too, Princess!" I replied as I watched my daughter walk towards the stairs, marveling at how perfect she was, at least to me.

I turned off the television and sat for a few moments in the darkness, listening to the sounds of the house. What a strange weekend it had been so far. 

Sunday morning went by without anything unusual happening. My wife and I ate our breakfast under a canopy of silence. I still didn't know what the deal was with the sudden change in behavior from her. I was quietly terrified that she had somehow found out about my unforgivable dalliance with our own daughter and that she was trying to figure out how to deal with it. Little did I know that she was also battling her own guilt about having been seduced by our little temptress. She was also trembling internally at the thought of what a horrible mother she'd become, about what this said about her as a person. She felt weak, perverse. Maybe she was psychotic. Maybe she needed help. Over the past few months it was as if she had turned into a teenager again. She felt horny all the time and now she had crossed the line and attacked her own daughter. What was wrong with her?

Lynette came down as we were cleaning up, hair tousled and sleepy, in a pink velour robe. "Hi Daddy." she murmured drowsily, standing on tip toes to give me a kiss on the cheek. Her mother and she exchanged an odd glance. My wife's face was strained slightly, in a kind of stricken, pale way. My daughter was unreadable, her eyes darting back and forth across my wife's face before brushing by her to get to the cupboard. I had paused on my way out the door and Carrie realized I had seen the strange exchange.

"You go ahead and shower honey. Lynette and I can clean this up." my lovely wife offered, making a visible effort to recover a neutral expression.

I looked back and forth between them. Was I in deep shit? Had Lynette told Carrie what I'd done to her? Good God, was my marriage over? I tried to answer normally, but I don't think I answered coherently at all. Lord knows what my face looked like. I turned around and awkwardly left the room.

Lynette clattered around in the cupboard reaching for a bowl and a glass. She turned and brought them over and set them on the table with a clink, her eyes meeting her mother's. She turned again and went back to the counter to close the cupboard doors and the proceeded to open the drawer for a spoon. The tension was like some kind of heavy, soaked cotton sheet, draping coldly and wetly over everything in the kitchen.

"Did you have a good time last night?" my wife asked, after clearing her throat.

"Yeah, we went to see Superbad. It was really funny." Lynette replied, bringing her spoon to the table. She pulled out the chair and settled down into it, reaching over to get the cereal.

Carrie sat down across from her, fiddled with the edges of her own robe. There were another few moments of anxious silence before she tried again. "I'm sorry about yesterday, Lynette. I don't know what came over me," she ventured.

Lynette poured some milk on her Corn Flakes and replied "I think I came over you, Mom. Quite a few times as I recall," she added, being a smart-ass.

Carrie's face colored slightly as she remembered pushing her daughter's legs wide on the bed and lapping frantically at her horny, wet pink pussy as Lynette squealed and whimpered. Despite her guilt, a warm rush of arousal flooded down to her own center. She cursed herself as she felt her nipples begin to harden again.

"That's not funny, Lynette. We need to talk about this! I did a bad, bad thing yesterday. We both did. If your Dad ever found out about that, he'd...God...what have I done!" my wife sobbed, suddenly overcome with her grief and fear. She buried her face in her hands as fresh tears began to well in her eyes.

Lynette pulled her chair over towards her mother and put her hand on her covered thigh. "Mom, it's OK. I won't tell Dad anything. I shouldn't have done what I did either. I just -- I've noticed a lot lately that people look at me a lot. And I know what the guys want. They want what guys always want. But then some girls look at me too, and, I don't know -- that kind of gets me going, you know? That another girl would think about me like that? And then I see some of them look at you and I see you checking them out...I just wondered if you ever think about me like that. Anyway, Dad doesn't have to know what you did to me. I mean, it can be our little secret. It doesn't bother me that you think of me that way. I know you like looking at girls and that's okay. I do too. See, you're looking at my legs right now!" she added, as she noticed my wife's eyes looking toward the barely covered, shadowy "V" between her slightly spread thighs. 

My wife looked up with a start, not even realizing what she'd been doing. Lynette continued. "I don't want things to change between us Mom. It doesn't have to. We don't ever have to do that again if you don't want to. But I just thought what happened yesterday was so sexy Mommy. I can't stop thinking about it. Have you been thinking about it?"

The truth was, Carrie could hardly think of anything else. The range of emotions she felt was unfathomable. Lust. Horror. Guilt. Sadness.

"Yes sweetheart, I've thought about it a lot but I can't...we can't ever do this again. I'm 38 years old and I'm your mother. This was wrong on so many levels, it's ridiculous. Please baby, you need to slow down too. I know that everything seems, I don't know, sexy to you right now..."

"Well, no Mom, not everything. I mean most people are gross. But you're like, totally hot!" my daughter interjected.

Carrie smiled in spite of herself at the compliment. "Well, thank you sweetie, but you get my point. We need to stop. And your Dad can never know about this. I don't know what he'd say but I'm so...I love him so much that I couldn't face him being repulsed by me."

"Mom, I understand but think about it. Was Dad repulsed when you were...you know, doing him under the table behind my back when we were in here yesterday morning?" my daughter asked.

Carrie was taken aback. We'd sidestepped this innuendo last evening, but clearly Lynette had been well aware that my wife was secretly doing something to me under the table the previous morning while my daughter stood 6 feet away washing dishes. Lynette had plainly noticed I had a 'problem' when I'd stood up to leave and must have put two and two together.

"Don't act so shocked Mom. You two looked so busted when I turned around. And by the way, I'm not deaf you know. I could hear some of what you were saying to him when you were...doing that!" my daughter continued.

Carrie looked down, only to see my daughter's legs, slightly more spread than before. She could now see that Lynette was wearing some pink cotton panties with little hearts all over them, and they were pulled tight clearly outlining her young pussy lips. 

"I...I don't know what you mean," Carrie tried, sounding completely lame.

"Oh Mom, I know you guys were looking at my...my ass and I heard you telling Daddy to take a good look at it and you were...you know, 'doing it' to him while he watched. It's okay Mommy. I know what you were doing and I'm cool with it. I thought it was really kind of kinky!" Lynette explained. During this little monologue, Lynette had managed to spread her thighs just slightly more, aware that her mother's eyes were glued to her pussy. She began rubbing her mother's thigh softly back and forth.

Suddenly my wife pulled away, getting up from her chair. She cast a disbelieving, horrified look at her daughter.

"Lynette, that's enough!" she hissed. "This isn't even close to being normal! You need to stop this teasing shit! I'm your mother, Lynette, your MOTHER! I'm going upstairs to get dressed. I need to get out of here. I'm going over to Terri's for the afternoon!" With that, my wife turned and zipped out the door, leaving my young daughter stunned and suddenly ashamed.

Lynette finished her cereal and quietly cleaned up the dishes.

I had work to do in my office that afternoon. Lynette for her part was studying upstairs in her bedroom. She'd been in there since breakfast and I don't even think she realized I was still home. 

I couldn't get a lot done, couldn't concentrate. I kept coming back to what a monster I was, even though I knew that somewhere along the line, my sweet little girl had become a horny little seductress. My wife certainly wasn't herself and seemed to be getting progressively angrier with each passing moment. When she left for Terri's, she was curt and abrupt and more or less stomped out the door. I pretty much figured I was dead. My marriage was over. Finito. I didn't think I could actually be sent to jail since Lynette was over eighteen, but I didn't know. Incest was against the law, wasn't it? What did they do to people like me?

I heard the home phone ring and picked it up. Lynette had her own line but you could switch between line 1 and 2 and when I picked up line 1, there was nothing there, so I clicked line 2. There was a male voice on the other end talking and against my better judgment I decided to listen in for a while.

The other boy was someone named Ryan, a name which I vaguely recognized as being Lynette's friend Alison's boyfriend. I wasn't sure what he was doing calling my daughter, who had her own boyfriends but, whatever. They made a lot of teenage small talk, joking around with each other. Then the conversation changed direction.

"So did you get the pics and vids I sent?" Ryan asked.

"Uh-huh. Does Alison know you sent them?" my daughter replied.

"No, of course not. She'd probably freak out if she knew I'd sent those to anyone! So...did you, uh, see anything you liked?" her 'friend' answered, his voice tainted with a casual arrogance.

"No. Nothing of interest! Why?" Lynette jabbed. I could almost hear the smirk on her face. I still didn't know specifically what they were talking about but clearly it was not meant to be a public thing. It sounded like Lynette's friend's boyfriend had sent some pictures to my daughter that her friend wouldn't have approved of. This sounded like something interesting, but I suddenly had a wave of guilt about listening in. Still, I couldn't put down the phone, plus hanging up would have caused a click that would have given me away. I was trapped, I told myself. And so I kept listening.

"Nothing of interest, huh? You lie. I know what you're like, Lynette. You love to flirt and tease, just like you did when Ali was out of the room last week. Remember? And you already told me that you knew about the size of my..." Ryan trailed off.

"Size of your what? Your ego?" Lynette replied, laughing. "It's huge! Biggest I've ever seen!" she continued, snickering playfully.

"Shut up!" Ryan laughed. "You know what I meant. Why would you bring it up if you didn't want to see it? Or were you just teasing me as well? And I bet it is the 'biggest' you've ever seen!" he added.

"You're awfully full of yourself aren't you?" my daughter answered, taunting him.

"Sure! Why not?" and then after a pause, "You could be full of me too sweetheart!" he drawled, drawing a disbelieving laugh from Lynette.

"Oh ha ha ha!" she responded laconically. "You're such a punny guy, Ryan. No wonder Ali stays with you. It must be your phenomenal wit!"

"Well, that's true but it's not my phenomenal wit she likes. C'mon Lynette. Admit it. You looked at it didn't you?" he teased. "I bet you've looked at all of them a lot! So...did you like them?"

The line was silent for a second. Then, "I'm looking at them right now," my daughter informed him, with a toying, seductive lilt to her tone.

'Looking at them now?' I thought. Was my daughter actually sitting up in her room looking at what I gathered were pictures of her best friend's boyfriend doing who knew what to his...Jesus! The audacity of this whole thing was astounding in so many ways. My daughter, who already had two boyfriends that I knew of, was now apparently also flirting with her best friend's guy. Plus, she was doing it while I was home and she was looking at what I could only assume were likely pornographic pictures of the guy's schlong. I should stop this, I reflected. What kind of father would allow this kind of thing? But then I also thought, 'the girl's eighteen years old. She's not a child anymore. This was a private conversation.' What was I doing listening to it?

"Oh you are, huh?" the boy replied, comprehension in his voice. "So, do you like what you see, Lynette?" he added.

"Maybe," she answered, coyly.

"Maybe? So...what are you doing while you're looking at them?" he ventured.

"Talking to you stupid!" she laughed, eliciting a frustrated tongue-click from her audience at the other end of the line.

"I bet." Ryan scoffed. "You know what I'd do if I were there, you little tease?" he pushed. "I'd pull my hard cock out of my pants and press it right up to your pretty little mouth!"

"Oh you would, would you?" said Lynette. I don't know how she sounded to Ryan but I could tell from, well, past experience that my daughter was getting just a little worked up. Her voice was a little shakier and I could swear I could hear that her breathing was a little more labored. "That's not a very polite thing to say to your girlfriend's best friend is it, Ryan? What would she say if she heard you talking to me like that?"

"I don't know. But I don't think you're a very polite girl are you Lynette? Who knows, maybe she'd like it. Maybe she'd like to watch me rub my big cock-head all over your face! We've talked about that sometimes while I fuck her, you know. It really seems to push her crank when I talk about wanting to fuck you! Maybe she'd even rub herself while you sucked the head of it and looked into her eyes and smiled. How about that Lynette? Would you like to lick and suck your best friend's boyfriend's prick right in front of her?"

I heard Lynette moan, then. It was subtle, just a small one, but it sent shivers up my spine. My own prick was almost completely hard and I reached down to squeeze it, feeling it up as I listened. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn't stop. I realized then that I didn't even want to!

His voice continued, "What was that, little tease? Was that a moan? Do you like the thought of watching Ali masturbate her little pussy because you're turning her on by sucking her guy's cock right in front of her?"

"Oh fuck! Yesss! Lynette whispered breathlessly into the phone, her voice rising into a little coo at the end. I could hear her panting a bit, like a runner who was into the early stages of a race. And I knew what my little girl was doing. She was frigging her pussy while looking at pictures of Ryan's large penis and listening to him telling her what he'd do to her with it.

"You would huh? You'd like to jack and suck my big prick right in front of your best friend, you little slut?"

"Oh God...oh yeah!" my baby moaned.

"And watch her finger her pussy? She'd get so hot watching you do it, Lynette. Did you watch the vid of her by herself? I bet you did, didn't you? You watched your best friend play with her hot little pussy, didn't you? Did you see her pump her fingers into it for you? It got you off didn't it? I bet it got you off hard!"

"Oh Jesus, oh shit! Oh yes!"

"You did, didn't you, you little slut! Oh my God, you like girls too don't you? I knew it! Ali turns you on doesn't she? I knew I saw you checking out her tight little body!" Ryan exclaimed, suddenly realizing the truth.

As for myself, all this was dumbfounding. My little girl was bisexual? No way! This guy had sent her pictures and videos of his girlfriend masturbating and Lynette had actually enjoyed them? My cock throbbed. I needed to pull it out, it was so strained. I unzipped my pants and reached in, wrapping my hand around it's throbbing, hot girth and pulled it free. I began to pump on it, feeling it swell and pulse, squeezing the rigid yet somehow pliant shaft. I waited for my daughter's response.

"It's...it's not like that!" Lynette yelped.

"Oh no, then what's it like Lynette? Why don't you put on her video right now?" Ryan asked, an order more than a question. 




My How They Grow Ch. 06



"I don't want to. You'll tell everybody about me!" my daughter whined.

"No I won't! It'll be our secret. Just yours and mine. Put it on now Lynette! Play it loud enough so I can hear it!"

"But...but my Dad's home." my daughter simpered.

"Who cares Lynette? Put it on and tell me what you're doing to yourself as you watch Ali!" Ryan pressed.

And to my surprise, I suddenly heard the sound of a girl moaning distantly, as if she was in some kind of tin can or drum. I realized that my daughter had in fact started a video clip on her computer and had turned it way, way up.

"Oh fuck, you little slut! You're actually doing it aren't you?" Ryan snarled, and I knew then that he was pumping up and down on his own large penis as he talked. "Tell me what you're doing to yourself, Lynette. Watch Alison and pretend she's rubbing her pretty cunt off right in front of your face! Are you fingering your pussy you little slut?"

"Oh...Oh God Ryan!" my daughter squealed.

"Tell me!" he barked.

My own hand sped up. I leaned back in my chair, my chest heaving as I held the phone tightly against my ear.

"I'm...I'm playing with it, rubbing...Oh God...she's...she's so fucking hot Ryan and she's sucking your fat cock...Oh God, you're so fucking big...such a big cock, oooh shit...Now you're slapping it on her face and she fucking loves it and her fingers are going in and out of her pussy and it's all bald and oh fuck...I'm so fucking wet, my hand's all over my pussy and tits and I'm gonna make myself cum about Ali, cum about her pussy...fuck, so hot, she's so fucking hot Ryan. Oooh fuck, yes, fuck her sexy little mouth Ryan, oh God!"

"Oh you fucking slut! I'm so fucking hard, my cock is so fucking big and hard for you, you little bitch! Oooh I'd spray it all over your fucking little face if I were there right now, you little tease!" her partner growled.

My cock was on fire, like lava was coursing through it. My fist gripped it, yanking in a powerful blur, fingers squeezing the fat vein underneath it. The head of it was red and shiny and I could only imagine how big Ryan's own cock-head must be in his own grip. I could hear him gasping, hear them both whimpering and wheezing as we all masturbated together, spurred on by my daughter's voice.

"Oh fuck, oh Ryan...oh God I'm so close...oh shit she's on the bed and her fingers are going in and out and...oooh shit you're rubbing your big cock all over her tits and she's begging...ooh fuck yes...you're going to cum on her face...oh God Ryan, my fingers are so deep...oh...ohhh Goddddd!" With that, I knew my Lynette was cumming. She dropped the phone and I could actually hear her shriek in a kind of muted stereo -- one voice muffled over the phone and the other coming faintly through the walls and the ceiling above me.

"Fuck yessss!" Ryan bellowed as he obviously came very hard. I could almost picture the jets of white hot cum firing from his thick hard cock, and with that, my own organ erupted all over the place. Thick ropes of jism shot up out of my erection, all over the front of my shirt, over and over. I pumped it purposefully with a kind of gleeful abandonment, reveling in the power and the absolute wrongness of it. I pulled the skin of the shaft tight over and over as I milked my cock hard, listening and glorifying in my little girl's own violent orgasm over the phone.

A few moments later however I came back to reality. Dear God, what had I just done? I needed help! I needed to get a grip! But mostly, I needed to clean up, and quick! I quietly tried to put the receiver back into its mount. I had somehow gotten cum on it. I'd need to clean that up later. I hastily raised myself out of my office chair and somehow managed to pull my shirt off and wad it into a ball without getting more of my juice on everything. I opened my office door and staggered out in order to get to the laundry room.

As I hurried by the stairs, my daughter came flying down from upstairs dressed only in her tight, aqua "Hello Kitty" T-shirt and holding her visibly wet pink cotton panties. We both froze, panicked, I shirtless and with a few wet cum stains around my fly, she bottomless and clearly trying to get to the laundry room as well. The color had left both of our faces, before hers changed to a deep, red blush. But then, just as quickly the color subsided.

"I thought I heard a click on the phone." she said. "Were you just eaves-dropping on me Daddy?" she asked, her eyes glinting.

"I uh...No. I picked up the phone and when I heard you on the line, I set it back down again, but it must not have shut off or something." I lied, improvising quickly. My daughter descended the rest of the stairs, her T-shirt barely covering her private areas. As she turned to walk by me towards the laundry room I watched the bare curves of her luscious ass, which were just visible below the hem of her top, swish seductively back and forth with each step. She looked over her shoulder and suddenly stopped, turning to face me.

"Really? So, uh, why the sudden need to wash your shirt? Did you spill something? It looks like whatever it was got on the front of your pants too." With that, Lynette walked back to me and reached towards the cum spots near my zipper. Reflexively, I recoiled, covering the area with my balled up shirt. As close as she was, I could smell her. I could smell her wetness. Fresh girl cum.

"Yeah -- I spilled some coffee." I gambled. "I was just going to dump my shirt in the dryer and get a new one." I added. "And by the way, since when do you walk around the house with nothing on below?" I countered, gesturing with my eyes.

"I guess I spilled something on myself too, Daddy?' my daughter smiled. "I messed up though because I tried to get it off but I just ended up wiping it all over myself!" she continued, cocking her head and giving me a coy little grin.

I swallowed hard as she studied my reaction. "Well, I guess we should wash our stuff before Mom gets home then." I said, breaking the tension.

"Yes we should Daddy. Do you want to hand me your shirt and pants? I'll put them in with my stuff if you want?" Lynette replied.

"Uh, sure. That would be good honey." I answered, realizing that I was now trapped. She waited and we both stood there, dumbly, lost in time.

"Aren't you going to..." she gestured at my pants.

"Uh, yeah...yeah right." I stammered, and proceeded to unbuckle my belt and remove my jeans.

Clearly visible around the area of my semi-hard prick was a fairly large wet spot, where my remaining few drops of cum had leaked into my underwear. I quickly balled up my pants with my shirt and handed it to my daughter. Her eyes never left the damp outline of my cock.

"Looks like the coffee went right through to your underwear Daddy!" Lynette observed. "You're all wet down there."

"Yes." I replied. I'd begun to have had enough of this little game but decided to keep playing dumb. "I guess I really soaked myself good. Must have gotten it everywhere."

"Looks like it. That's too bad Daddy. Maybe next time you shouldn't listen to me on the phone and...you know, drink your coffee!" she smiled.

"I wasn't listening!" I protested lamely.

Lynette gave me a final disbelieving glance, took my clothes from me and turned to walk down the hallway towards the laundry room. As she pushed open the door she stopped, unraveled my shirt, looked at it and bent her head to it. She looked back at me with a cynical smirk on her face.

"Smells yummy! I love this kind of coffee Daddy. I could just drink gallons of it!" she commented, flashing me that innocent smile of hers.

I just shook my head and went to get myself another set of clothes. 



My How They Grow



"Ohh God, oh fuck yes Daddy eat it!" she howled, her hips thrusting again and again, pushing her cunt up to my face. "Lick it, oh God, oh God" as her glistening right hand moved up to cover her eyes.

I ate my little girl. I ate her like it was the last meal on this earth. She came harder than any woman I'd ever seen before did.

And my cock throbbed like it had a life of it's own. It needed to be relived, and it needed it now.

I pulled myself up from the floor and pushed my pants and underwear completely off. I pulled my shirt off over my head and stepped over my daughter, and then lowered myself over her, straddling her breasts. I decided it was my turn to take over now.

"Is this what you want, Lynette? I said as I pressed my long, thick, hard shaft between my daughter's tits. Lynette looked up at me with unbridled lust for it. "Is this what you do to your boyfriends?" I growled, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them around my cock as I started to rock back and forth. "Is this what they do to you?" 

"What if it is?" she snarled, biting her lip and looking up at me defiantly.

"Then you're a dirty little slut!" I barked, kneading her tits hard now.

"And what are you going to do to me Daddy?" she taunted, a defiant little smirk on the corner of her mouth.

"Play with your pussy!" I ordered, pumping myself up and down her chest faster now, holding and feeling her tits around my hot prick. Lynette's hands moved down under my thighs to get to her vagina. Spreading her legs again she once again started to rub herself as I rocked back and forth.

I slapped her face lightly with one hand as I lifted up slightly and wrapped my fist around my cock. Lynette looked up startled with a look of shock. "Keep playing with it!" I belted. Stunned, she started again.

"You like being treated like this?" I said, teeth clenched. Another little slap on her cheek as I jacked my cock slowly in front of her face.

"Ohhhh..." she moaned.

"You like to tease guys and have them do this to you?" I leaned forward and rubbed my cockhead on her chin, smearing some of my precum on it. I dragged it across her lips. Her tongue snaked out and gave it a quick, furtive lick. "Oh, you like it don't you baby girl? Lick my balls!" I ordered as I lifted my hips and cock to set them down on her mouth. Lynette obediently started to lather them with her tongue. "That's it, lick your Daddy's balls Lynette, like the little slut you are!" I hissed, pushing them down onto her mouth, rubbing my ball sac all over her face. "You actually love this don't you?' I challenged.

"Oh God Daddy, yes" she whimpered, her fingers rubbing herself faster yet again.

"Do they cum on you Lynette? Do you let boys cum on your pretty face?"

"Ohhhh, yes Daddy!" she groaned.

I sat back and placed my cockhead against her lips. "Suck me Lynette!" I said.

Lynette opened her mouth wide as she took me in. I leaned forward slowly to let her get used to my size and then gently began to roll my hips back and forth, feeding her and then pulling out, feeling her sucking mouth all over my shaft. From Lynette's moans and wriggling under me I could tell she was getting close to another monster orgasm. "Suck it you little slut. Suck that cock! Do you suck other cocks, Lynette?"

Through her now continuous whimpers and squeaks I heard a muffled "Un-hunh"

"Do you like sucking lots of cocks Lynette? Are you a dirty girl?" I continued.

"Unhhh, unhhhh, ohhhh" she moaned, her stiffled voice rising with her pending cum.

I pulled out and starting jacking on my shaft harder, faster. "Look at it you slut! Watch your Daddy's cock!" Lynette's fingers were a blur on her pussy. She squealed and squealed, her eye's riveted on my pumping hand, on her father's big cock. I lightly slapped her face again and again, just quick short, sharp little slaps "Watch it you little slut, you dirty little whore!" Slap. "You like watching don't you, you hot little bitch." Slap.

"Ohhhhhh God Daddy, pleeeeease!"

" Finger-fuck that horny little pussy you hot little cocksucker!" Slap!

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Daddddeeeee!"

"You like being slapped don't you, you little bitch? You like being treated like a dirty little whore!"

"Ahhhhhh, Oh God, Oh my God!" Lynette's eyes closed tight as her thighs clamped together around her hands. Her face blushed red as she held her hands tight on her cunt for those last few seconds. My hand pulled back hard on the skin of my pulsing organ. "Aaaaaaahhhh, fuck, God, shit!" Lynette screamed.

My cock throbbed like it was alive. I felt the first surge of cum as if it was coming all the way from my anus out through my shaft. It shot straight over Lynette's head and onto the floor behind it. I redirected my cock and pointed it right at her clenched face. The next blast left a creamy rope up from her cheek and nose into her thick hair. Shot after shot pulsed out of my hot organ onto my pretty daughter's face. She continued to moan and pant under me as the cum started to slow, the spurts now just short spurts onto her lips and chin. Her face was absolutely covered with my cum. I dragged my cockhead through it and told her to open her mouth. She did. "Suck the rest out" I ordered, watching her lips milk me. I held her head up from underneath as she swallowed. "That's a good girl. Eat it all!" I coached. Finally it seemed, I was drained. I sat back and rolled off her chest to sit beside her sprawled frame. We stayed like that for a few minutes as I leaned back against the bathroom counter, while she stared up at the ceiling, my cum slowly dripping down her cheeks and neck to the floor below her.

"I've never cum so hard in my life, Daddy!" she finally said. She turned her head to look at me and smiled a soft, sexy, satiated little smile.

"Me neither baby, me neither" I replied. And it was true. Never, even with my wife had I ever had such nasty, dirty sex. Unfortunately, it clearly had been a total meltdown of my ethics. Still, my God...

When we heard the door open downstairs, reality sank in and so did the utter panic. Leaping to my feet and cracking my shoulder on the cabinet ledge, I raced to grab my pants and shirt and run out into the hallway and down to the bedroom. Lynette jumped into the shower, which by now was ice cold and stifled a shriek.

My wife's voice echoed up the stairs "You guys up there? John, where are you? What are you doing"

Good question, I thought sitting on my bed staring at my reflection in the mirror. 

"What am I doing?"