5 comments/ 175431 views/ 20 favorites Something About Mary By: geronimo_appleby Please forgive any errors in the punctuation in the following. I've gone over it several times -- taking stuff out, putting it back... This may just stand alone or I may write on. It depends on how it does and people's feedback -- and whether I have time to continue! Anyway, here it is. Enjoy, I hope: * Jake shifted in his seat; he wriggled and squirmed in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. His discomfort had nothing to do with the design of the aircraft cabin, but more to do with his cock squashing painfully against his jeans. He had just come to a fresh realisation -- His Aunt's body was superb. The situation didn't improve during the taxi transfer from Faro airport. Mary's luggage took up a lot of room and Jake was crammed in tight next to her. He felt her thigh pressed alongside his own and her breast squashed into his arm. The warmth from the close proximity of her comfortable body, the scent of her perfume, and the tantalising glimpse of the deep valley between her breasts continued to keep his erection alive. "Everything okay back there?" Jake's mother grinned back from the front seat. "Fine, just fine." Jake's Aunt Mary replied. "A bit cramped, but we're coping." Mary pressed tighter into Jake, the action causing her breasts to bulge further, the delicious flesh nearly spilling out of her top. "We're okay, aren't we, Jake?" Jake lifted his gaze from his aunt's neckline and felt the blush rise. She had caught him looking at her cleavage, no element of doubt whatsoever, she had definitely caught the flick of his eyes from her breasts. "Uh," he grunted nonplussed. "Yeah, fine, just fine, Mum." Jake turned his hot face to the window. Shit, shit, shit, he groaned inwardly. She'd caught him perving at her tits. His father's sister -- Shit! Jake avoided his aunt as much was reasonably possible over the following few days. He refused to catch her eyes whenever he sensed her looking. He remained polite but aloof and the mortification caused the heat to rise in his cheeks whenever he thought about the taxi ride. For her part, Mary gave no indication whatsoever that her nephew's surreptitious peep bothered her. She carried on as normal, laughed at her brother's jokes, chattered to her sister, and generally enjoyed her holiday. She spent her days by the swimming pool and her evenings either in the company of her brother and his wife, or venturing into the resort village on her own. Mary was an independent woman, divorced, thirty-five years old, and more than capable of finding her own entertainment if she felt the desire for time on her own. Jake woke and blinked into the dark. Something had disturbed him, a noise and he waited for the sound again -- Nothing. He threw back the cotton sheet, the only cover required against the mild Portuguese night, and made his way through the dark to the kitchen downstairs. He lifted a bottle of water from the fridge and paused with the bottle halfway to his lips -- He heard it again. The sound had come from outside. Jake crept to the back door of the villa, the door led out onto the patio adjacent to the pool. Someone was out on the deck, and with the time being past 1am, Jake was naturally suspicious. As quietly as he could manage Jake pulled back to bolt and lowered the handle to open the door. He peered out into the gloom and saw a shapeless form near one of the sun chairs. Rather than tackle whoever was out there, Jake reached for the switch that would bathe the deck in light. He reasoned that the most effective way to find out who was creeping around the villa at night was by surprise. He thought about waking his father, but quickly discounted the idea. He'd waste too much time in reaching his parent's bedroom, rousing his dad, and then more time by trying to explain what he'd seen. No, it would be much more efficient to do it this way. His fingers touched the plastic surround and he flicked the switch. A man blinked in the unexpected glare, shock and surprise on his face. "Shit." Jake heard his Aunt Mary's curse and saw her turn to face the door. When she moved Jake saw the thick stalk of the man's erect penis. His aunt had obviously been holding the thing in her fist while she kissed her beau. Then, Jake noticed his aunt's uncovered breasts where the stranger had scooped them from her light dress as things had grown heated. Jake gazed, drawn by the heavy sway as Mary turned. Mary stared at her nephew while he stared back at her. The man looked from one to the other, summed up the situation and vanished into the night, hurriedly shoving his penis back into his jeans as he moved. "Shit!" Mary hissed again. "Jake? What the...?" She took a step towards him, her heels clicking on the deck. That was the sound he had woken to, Jake dimly realised it now, his Aunt's heels on the patio. He continued to look out across the deck toward his aunt as the arousal mushroomed within him. He felt the visceral clench of sexual need, dull, aching, and so intoxicating. "Aunt Mary..." He began. Mary stared at him intently as though she sensed the boy's urgent desire, her bosom still uncovered. "Jake..." She too was unable to finish. "Who's down there?" The shouted question from above broke the fragile spell. "Shit!" Mary swore for the third time in as many minutes. However, Mary held her nephew's stare and then, calmly, and making no effort to cover herself, she called: "It's me, James! I woke up Jake making so much noise out here. He came to investigate and turned the light on. Sorry." Jake heard his father chuckle. "Okay, no problem." The man turned at the top of the stairs and went back to bed. Mary smoothed her dress over her hips, her shoes clip-clopped across the decking, and with a long look at her nephew, breasts still exposed, she squeezed past him and disappeared into her ground-floor bedroom. Jake stayed, unable to move for the moment. What had just happened? Eventually he recovered enough to flick the switch and the patio fell to darkness. He spent the remainder of the night restless and unable to sleep. He replayed the image of his aunt's swaying breasts over and over in his mind. He finally succumbed and masturbated with guilty urgency, holding the picture of Mary's exposure in his mind's eye as his semen spurted in thick jets of blessed relief. Jake woke late having drifted into sleep just before dawn. The sun was bright behind the shutter. He gazed unseeing at the intense pinpricks of light, all was quiet in the villa, Jake checked his watch, and saw it was past noon. 'Anyone in?' He called, wiping his bleary eyes when he found the kitchen empty. Swigging at a bottle of water, Jake walked out onto the deck. He didn't notice her lying there sunbathing. He was looking at the crystal water in the pool and was contemplating a swim to clear his head. It was only when she moved that his eye was drawn to her. His aunt smiled at him. 'Hello Jake.' 'Uh...' He began and felt the blush rise in his face as he stood with guilty awkwardness. After the previous night, his aunt's unexpected presence unnerved him even more than before. Mary chuckled, a deep low sound that sounded so sexy to Jake's ears. Despite his chagrin, Jake's cock stirred in his baggy shorts. She peered at her nephew over the rims of her sunglasses, relaxed and cool as she reclined on the sun chair. Mary studied him for a long moment: "You're up late today," she said eventually. "I'm so sorry I disturbed you last night." His aunt's blunt reference to the scene of the night before caused Jake to blush even harder. He wondered if she realised the affect she'd had on him. Did she imagine that she was the stuff of his wanking fantasies? "I think," Mary continued, suddenly serious, "That you and I should have a talk, sort of clear the air." She patted the plastic bed next to her. "Come on." Jake moved dumbly. He perched on the edge of the seat, knees together, both hands clasped, refusing to meet his aunt's direct gaze. "Jake," Mary murmured softly. "I'm sorry about last night. I should have been more discreet." Mary shifted and rested on her elbow. She pushed her sunglasses into her hair. "Look at me Jake." The boy swallowed and looked into his aunt's eyes. The stark white of Mary's bikini covered her breasts and Jake struggled to keep his gaze in check. He felt a near irresistible urge to glance down; his aunt's voluptuous curves excited him beyond his experience. He wanted to let his eyes rove over every inch of her tanned body. Not just her breasts, as magnificent as he knew they were, but all over. Her thighs and calves, smooth and oiled, aroused him. Her tousled blonde hair, so sexily unkempt, her lips, unpainted now, but oh-so-kissable, all of her, he wanted all of her. Jake couldn't resist, he looked between her legs and then swallowed again when he saw the mound of her sex and the crease of her bikini briefs right where they covered her plump vulva. How would she taste? Mary saw his glance. "Jake, you keep looking at me." "I'm sorry, Auntie," Jake croaked. "I... I..." "That's okay, Honey." Mary's voice was quiet. "I understand." She reached out and touched his leg. Jake flinched, but remained seated. The shock of her touch tingled, the place on his thigh burned and the glow radiated outwards from that spot. "Aunt Mary..." Jake's voice cracked again. "You do know you shouldn't look at me like that, don't you Jake?" "Y... y... yes," he stammered, "Of course I know." "I understand how young men like you... how old are you...?" "Nineteen." "...I understand how young men like you feel. So horny all the time, looking to sow your wild oats." Mary's hand remained fixed in place and Jake found himself absorbed by her touch on his skin and by the pearlescent shine of her nails. "But, I'm your Dad's sister, your Aunt. You know?" Jake nodded. His expression was glum when he spoke. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "You're just so... Last night..." Mary interrupted: "I shouldn't have done that. It was indiscreet. I was a little drunk." She sighed and winced at the recollection. "And I shouldn't have... exhibited myself to you. That was inexcusable. Anyway," Mary went on brightly, "I hope we can get back to normal. What do you say?" "Sure." Jake shrugged again, though he wasn't sure at all. A YEAR LATER - THE SAME VILLA Mary walked out onto the patio and eyed the girl speculatively. She had arrived three days after Jake and Helena; Jake's parents would arrive another three days hence. "So," Mary began as she spread her towel across the sun chair, "You and Jake, eh?" She hadn't had a chance to talk to the girl alone since her arrival the previous day. Now, here she was, sunbathing by the pool. "Yup," the girl replied. "I'm glad he found a girlfriend." Mary's eyebrows rose as she added appreciatively, "And especially one so pretty." "Thank you." Helena smiled at the older woman. "You're a bit older aren't you?" "Twenty-five," nodded the girl. "Well, not exactly a cradle snatcher then." Mary smiled and held out a bottle of lotion, her expression speculative. "Would you...?" "Sure." Helena took the bottle and Mary settled onto her front. "You know," Helena began as the lotion drizzled onto Mary's shoulders. "Jake talks about you a lot." "Does he?" Mary's feigned a casual interest, but her curiosity was aroused. "I hope he's complimentary," she added. "God yes." Helena slid her palms along Mary's back, squeezing and kneading the pliant skin as she went. "To be honest, I was a bit miffed at first." "Really? Whatever for?" Helena's hands moved in slow, languorous curves over Mary's back. She smeared the oil from Mary's shoulders down to her buttocks, stopping only at the physical barrier of Mary's bikini briefs. "Well," the girl seemed unsure of how to continue. "He kept on about you, about how gorgeous you were." "Oh." All Mary could think of as a response. "Do you want me to go lower?" Helena's sudden deviation caught Mary by surprise. "Pardon?" "Lower, shall I...? Uhm...?" She tapped Mary's buttocks with her forefinger. Then, without waiting for a reply, she squirted oil onto the intimate area and began to massage and knead again. "I thought he was in love with you!" Mary struggled to think, her brain floundered and she was growing confused. The girl's odd way of switching the conversation kept Mary wrong footed, and the sensation of her hands sliding up and down her legs and buttocks was causing an itch between her legs. Then, there was this revelation about Jake. Mary's thought flashed to the year before. "He might have had a bit of a crush on me," Mary admitted. "I think it might have been more than that." Mary sensed the change in Helena's tone. The girl's voice had become thicker somehow. Then she felt the unmistakable glide of a finger along the crease of her sex. "What are you doing?" Mary half turned. "Sorry," Helena whispered and placed a restraining hand on Mary's shoulder, "How clumsy of me." Was it an accident? Mary had no way of knowing. Her instinct was that the girl had touched her on purpose though, but she let the subject drop, for at that moment Jake put in an appearance. *** Later that afternoon, Jake and Helena were watching a DVD while Mary took her habitual siesta. The room was cool, an oasis away from the heat. "You were right, you know." Helena spoke, bored with the film and excited by Jake's Aunt. "Hmmm?" "Your Aunt Mary." Helena nodded her head towards Mary's room. "She's very sexy. You weren't exaggerating." "You think she's sexy?" Jake was suddenly interested. "Fuck yes." Helena turned coy and a sly smile lifted the corners of her mouth. "I'd play with her." "Lesbian," Jake taunted and grabbed at his girlfriend. "Bi-sexual, puh-leez." Helena rolled her eyes and grinned. "Would you like that, Jake?" She pushed a hand into the gap between his shorts and his thigh. "Would it turn you on to see me lick Mary's kitty?" "Helena... Would it...? Oh God." Jake's eyes glazed as his girlfriend stroked his thickening penis. He recalled his aunt's heavy breasts -- How many times had he masturbated over that image? Hundreds? Had to be. "You filthy bastard." Helena felt Jake's cock swell under her fingers. "Me and your aunt, both of us naked, kissing, her tits and mine squashed together." "That's bad," Jake groaned, "So bad." He kissed Helena, lust surging through him. "I'm a very bad girl, Jake, you know that." Helena slid her tee shirt over her head, her breasts hung free. "Do you want to get that big cock of yours out for me? Do you want me to suck it for you?" She tugged at Jake's shorts and managed to pull them to mid-thigh. "But..." Jake began. He was going to mention that his aunt was only a few feet away -- The risk was incalculable. The fantasy was one thing, but to be caught in reality. No, it was too risky. Then Helena's mouth found his prick and all coherent thought was lost. A few moments later Helena, perpetually wet, straddled Jake's thighs. She held her labia apart with her fingertips, while her other hand held Jake's penis upright. She sighed as she rubbed the head of his cock against her excited clitoris, and then, without further preamble, slid down over him. Jake grunted and clasped Helena's buttocks in his hands. He felt the warm embrace of her body and then opened his mouth to accept the dark tip of her nipple. Helena groaned as the pair began a rhythmic dance. Jake's girth stretched her and gave her that marvellous full feeling, his cock always felt so good, so fat and hard. "Stick me with that big fucker," Helena whispered, with her mouth close to Jake's ear. "Suck my tits, baby. Suck my tits and fuck me." Helena looked up and felt a surge of exhibitionist excitement. Jake couldn't see his Aunt Mary standing in the doorway, the chair faced away, but Helena's position as she pumped her body vigorously against his meant that she saw Jake's aunt the instant she raised her eyes. Mary's face registered the shock, but she didn't move. Stunned by the casual way in which Helena gazed back at her Mary found she was powerless to turn and walk away. The girl was so brazen! She didn't even flinch at the discovery. In fact, Mary thought, Helena seemed to relish being caught. The fact that Jake was oblivious appeared to add to the girl's wanton attitude. Mary continued to stare and then Helena spoke. "Imagine," she panted, "The two of us sucking that big cock." She groaned at the lewd image she conjured up and then continued in the same vein. "Passing it between us and taking it in turns to lick it like a big lollipop." Mary realised that Helena, although seeming to speak to Jake, was in fact talking directly to her. She was suggesting that the two of them suck Jake's cock -- Her own nephew! "Fuck, baby," Mary heard Jake grunt. "That's so bad, the thought of you and her sucking me... Fuck." "I bet her pussy tastes so good." Helena's voice was a whisper, but her eyes shouted to Mary. "I'd love to lick her while that big cock tears into me from behind." Helena pushed her breasts into her boyfriend's face. "Suck my tits," she continued. "I want you to suck them hard. I want you to come into me. Fill me up with the hot stuff. Imagine how tight her pussy would be around your cock." Mary felt the starburst of desire between her legs. Helena's words caused mixed feelings to rise within her. Her arousal slid from her body as she stared at the lovely, dark-haired girl in the throes of sexual ecstasy. At that moment Mary's animal appetites were aflame, it didn't matter that Jake was her nephew; she only had sense enough to be aware of her own lust boiling in her sex. "I'm coming, Baby." Mary heard her nephew groan. She wished he were holding her around her waist as he pumped semen into her body and not the girl in his lap. Helena too heard the words. The first faint flutter of her lover's seed against her insides triggered her own climax. She let her head drop as the intense sensations surged through her limbs. She closed her eyes tightly and rocked the rhythm of her pleasure. When she opened them again, Mary was gone. *** Mary left the villa. She needed time away, time to think. The scene she had just witnessed disturbed her, not only that, her reaction disturbed her more. She couldn't believe her own actions. To stand and watch --- and listen --- while her nephew and the girl fucked. And the way Helena had so boldly spoken to her! The girl was beyond anything Mary had ever experienced. "I need a drink and I need to get laid," she thought. She had a momentary idea of going into town and picking up a random stranger to salve her burning desires. She felt that to lose herself on an anonymous cock would release her from the physical anguish. There would still be the mental question however, sooner or later she would have to face up to the fact that the scene in that room had fired her lust. The memory of Jake's smouldering look the time she had exhibited herself to him, Helena's sly caress that morning, and the scene she had witnessed swirled within her mind and confused Mary. "That damn girl," she hissed vehemently. There was something overpowering about Helena; she was so confident, so sure of her sexuality, and despite her comparative maturity, Mary felt a little intimidated. After a short time, Mary found herself back at the villa. She had been walking in a daze of absent-minded inattention and instinctively headed home. Mary paused for a moment, still undecided, and then steeled her resolve. There was only one course of action open to her, she decided, and that would be to front it out, she'd face Helena and talk to her. This had to stop. *** "I need to talk to you." Something About Mary Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. * Just seeing her name again on my computer screen brought back a rush of happy memories and caused my heart to drop into my stomach. I couldn't remember the last time I'd thought about her, much less the last time we'd been in touch, but there had been a time when we couldn't get enough of each other. The start of our relationship had been as much of a pleasant surprise as it was seeing her name again twenty years later. It had been between Christmas and New Year's during my senior year in high school when I got a call from a girl who had graduated the previous year. I wouldn't have said she was a friend but we'd gone to school together since elementary school, so we certainly weren't strangers. She was calling to tell me about a party at Mary's house and encouraged me to come. I knew Mary even less than I knew Debbie, so I wasn't sure why I was getting a personal invitation, but I was never one to turn down an opportunity to party, especially when I knew that at least a couple of girls would be involved. I called my two best friends to let them know about the party but, being that it was the holiday season, Rob was going to be off visiting relatives and Jim was out of town. I preferred the company of my boys when venturing into uncharted waters, but certainly would have no problem going stag, especially in light of the personal invitation. It was obvious when I arrived at Mary's house that the party was already in full swing, which had been part of my plan. I walked in the front door and said hello to a few people I knew but I wanted to find Mary and Debbie to see what kind of reception I would get. They were both in the kitchen and Debbie nudged Mary when she saw me. Mary looked up and I was pleased to see her eyes light up. "Hey, how are you?" she asked and I could tell right away that she'd already had a few cocktails. I wasn't sure whether this would work in my favor or not; obviously alcohol had a tendency to lower inhibitions but I didn't want to end up questioning whether she was capable of giving consent should an opportunity present itself. It was a bit early to start considering such things, however, but I resolved to tread lightly and exercise caution. We talked for a couple of minutes before she suggested that I grab a beer from the keg in the other room. I talked with a few other people on my way to and from the keg then came back to talk to Mary and Debbie some more. I was definitely getting a vibe from Mary, which still came as a bit of a surprise to me, but I didn't dwell on it too much and just made sure that I was giving her clear signals right back that I was interested in wherever things might lead. Since it was her party, she wasn't able to ignore everyone else around her and, consequently, we'd talk for a while, we'd part for a while, and we'd talk for a while again. I thought things were going pretty well, but I was still concerned that she appeared more than a little buzzed. I decided that, as long as she could continue holding a conversation, I probably shouldn't worry. When it started getting late and the crowd was thinning out, I suddenly couldn't find her anywhere. I was less worried that she'd hooked up with someone else than I was that somebody might be taking advantage of her if she was beyond the ability to consent. Her house wasn't so big and I was relieved to find all of the bedroom doors open but, as I looked into the master bedroom, I saw the bathroom door partly closed and light spilling from the opening. I slipped up quietly, not wanting to catch her peeing, but wanting to confirm that she was okay. Glancing into the bathroom, I saw her kneeling on the tile floor with her head resting on the rim of the toilet. I debated briefly just slipping away quietly, but my concern for her overruled that idea and I gently pushed the door open. She glanced up at me once she realized she was not alone as I was taking a seat on the rim of the bathtub. She didn't look good at all but she smiled weakly and said "Hi." I grabbed a washcloth and soaked it with cold water, then handed it to her and she wiped her brow and the back of her neck. "Thanks," she said weakly. "Anything I can do?" I asked. She shook her head. "I think I got rid of all of the alcohol and my dinner, too," she said, "but I think I'm done being the hostess." "People are starting to clear out, anyway," I told her, "I'd be happy to stick around until the rest of them are gone to make sure no one overstays their welcome. Debbie is still here, too." "I'd appreciate that," she replied, "Can you send Debbie up when you go downstairs?" "Sure." "And don't leave without coming back up to say 'good-bye,' okay?" "You got it." I think I knew as I headed back downstairs that there was something special starting up at that moment. If I'd just been interested in scoring with her, puke breath definitely would have had me reconsidering. I certainly wasn't thinking about kissing her right then, but I found myself concerned for her, getting sick at her own party. I found Debbie and sent her up, then checked on the remaining guests while picking up cups and wiping down the kitchen counters. Debbie rejoined me and helped me get the place back in shape. "Are you staying over?" I asked her. "No, but I think you are," she replied. "What?" I asked, "What are you talking about?" "Mary wanted me to ask you if you'd stay over and make sure she survives the night," she said with a shrug, "I think she was touched that you came in to the bathroom to check on her and will feel more comfortable having you here than she would being alone." "What about you?" I asked. "If you don't want to stay, obviously I will, but you're her first choice," she replied. "No, I'm fine with it, if it will make her feel better," I decided, "I think the worst of it is probably over and she'll just be sleeping but let's see if she's got some ginger ale and some Tylenol around here." The last few people lingering were finally getting the hint so I took Mary some Tylenol and ginger ale while Debbie made sure that they successfully found the door. Mary was still in the bathroom, but visibly brightened when I reappeared. I had her take the Tylenol with some ginger ale and she managed not to gag, which I took as a good sign. She was definitely doing better, so I helped her up and got her over to her parents' bed. I set the trash can beside her and promised I'd be back, then went to check on Debbie. She was doing a final sweep now that the house was empty, so I joined her and we were pretty certain that we hadn't missed anything. "You sure you're good with this?" she asked as she pulled on her coat. "Yeah, I am," I replied, "I'm assuming that we'll just be sleeping, then I'll make sure she survives the hangover. I'm sure she'll call you to let you know how it goes." It had to be one of the strangest situations I'd been in, where I knew that a specific someone felt a specific way but was limited in what I could do about it. Debbie seemed satisfied, so she took off and I headed back upstairs after locking up the house. Mary didn't stir as I entered the master bedroom, so I made sure she was still breathing, then covered her with the blanket folded up at the end of the bed. I didn't want to unmake her parents' bed, so I checked around until I found a couple more blankets and brought those into the master bedroom. I took off my shoes and sweater, covered myself in a blanket, then covered the two of us with the other one. It didn't take very long before I was snoozing alongside Mary. I heard her get up early the next morning and go into the bathroom, but fell right back asleep and only stirred slightly when she came back to bed. When I woke up later that morning, I was on my back and she was snuggled right up against me. It was light enough that I could take a good look at her and see the contentment on her face, which made me glad that I had agreed to stay. We had a brief moment when she opened her eyes and saw me looking down at her then smiled before the look on her face changed drastically and she bolted for the bathroom again. She had a sheepish look on her face when she returned. "False alarm," she said but I encouraged her to drink more of the ginger ale that was on the nearby nightstand. "Are you okay?" I asked as she grimaced. "It's warm and flat but it's not trying to come back up, so that's a good sign," she replied. "How about your head?" I asked. "My head is fine, actually," she responded, "it's just my stomach that is queasy." "Should we go downstairs and get you a fresh ginger ale?" I asked, "I know I could use some water." "Okay," she said and smiled, maybe because I wasn't looking for a reason to bolt right away. She seemed to be doing pretty well as we headed to the kitchen and I was impressed that she didn't seem concerned that she wasn't looking her best. With a fresh ginger ale in hand, she took a quick walk around the downstairs before joining me on the couch where I'd parked with my water. "Nice job cleaning the place up," she said. "Debbie helped," I replied. "In more ways than you know," she suggested. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Can I just tell you how much I appreciate you sticking around and making sure I was okay last night?" she replied, dodging the question. We sat on her couch for a few hours just chatting and basically getting to know each other better. Eventually she felt like her stomach could take some food, but we went easy and she started out with toast. By mid-afternoon she was feeling almost 100% again and once she was sure that the worst was behind her, she asked if I had plans for the night ahead. "I'm definitely not doing another party," she said, "but my family won't be home until tomorrow so I thought you might want to hang out...watch a movie...have some dinner..." "I'd love to," I told her, "but I'd really like to go home first to catch a shower and change. I promise I'll come back, though." "That actually sounds like a good idea," she replied. She wrote down her phone number for me so I could call before I headed back to make sure she was ready then walked me to the front door. On impulse, I leaned in and gave her a kiss, which led to a couple more, though there was no tongue involved. It felt right and we smiled at each other before I headed out the door. Once I was clean and wearing fresh clothes, I called Mary to let her know I was on my way back and to ask if she needed me to bring anything. She didn't need anything, but I stopped to pick up a bouquet of flowers and a box of condoms, which I stuck inside my jacket. When she answered the door, her eyes lit up when she saw the flowers. She looked like she was in much better shape than she'd been when we woke up that morning and, as she led me to the kitchen to put the flowers in water, I admired her ass in the short skirt she was wearing. Something smelled really good and she revealed that she had dinner cooking for us as she got the flowers situated in a vase. "We have some time before dinner is ready," she said, taking me by the hand and leading me to the living room, "so I wanted to more properly thank you for taking care of me last night. I'd like to do that by taking care of you." As I stood in front of the couch, she dropped to her knees and started to work my jeans open. My cock immediately started to grow as I realized what was going on. She took my jeans down to my ankles and caressed the bulge in my briefs before taking them down, too. My rigid tool sprung out and, as my briefs joined my jeans, she had me sit down. She took my throbbing tool in her hand and pumped it while caressing my balls before licking the head, causing me to moan softly. Smiling at the effect she was having on me, she wrapped her lips around my shaft and slid them down, making me moan even louder. At eighteen, I hadn't had the privilege to receive very many blowjobs, so feeling Mary's hot mouth sliding up and down my tool was the best thing I'd felt for as long as I could remember. Being able to watch her at work, as opposed to being in the dark backseat of a car or something, only served to heighten the experience even more. I ran my fingers through her light brown hair as I complimented her oral skills while feeling an orgasm quickly beginning to build. She was pumping the base of my cock in one hand as her lips moved up and down my shaft, which was also helping to bring my orgasm on fairly quickly. She seemed pretty focused and my guess was she was just trying to do a good job and make me happy; just as I had not received very many blowjobs, I thought it was safe to assume that she hadn't performed too many. It wasn't about trying to draw out the pleasure I was feeling nor was it about just getting it over with; I think she just wanted to be able to make me feel good and there was no doubt that she was succeeding. She hadn't said anything about warning her before I came, so I was also anticipating that she was planning to swallow my load, which was definitely a pleasing thought. I was moaning and breathing heavily while still encouraging Mary as my orgasm grew closer and my cock swelled even more. To Mary's credit, she never paused and just continued to slide her mouth up and down my tool while pumping the base. Even as I exploded into her mouth with a grunt and my cock continued to spurt, she kept at it until I was completely spent, letting my cock fall from her mouth only once it started to soften. She looked up at me inquisitively, as though waiting for an evaluation of how she'd done. "That was fucking amazing," I assured her, causing her to break out in a smile. I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, then asked her to stand up. I ran my hands up her bare legs and under her skirt where I found her sweet, round ass encased in her panties. I caressed it before starting to slide her panties down, pausing to flip up the front of her skirt and have her hold it up so that I could see her pussy as it came into view. I slowly lowered her panties to reveal her trim brown bush as I ran my hands over her smooth, round ass cheeks. I leaned in and kissed her lower abdomen and hips as I continued to work her panties down her legs until they dropped to her ankles. I had her step out of them and recline beside me on the couch, then lowered my head between her thighs. I ran my tongue up between her lips and tasted the abundant juices that she was producing while she sucked in her breath. I glanced up as I lapped at her pussy to see that her eyes were closed but her mouth was open and a look of ecstasy was on her face. I hoped that I'd be able to provide her with as much pleasure as she'd provided me, so I focused on licking her clit while slipping a finger into her. When I felt how snug her pussy was around my finger while also being incredibly hot and slippery, I could feel the blood trying to return to my cock; there was no doubt that fucking her was going to be pure bliss. Just as I hadn't had the privilege at my age to have received many blowjobs, I also had limited experience with eating pussy. However, the opportunities that I did have had given me a reasonable idea of what worked and what didn't and I had committed the former to memory. I realized, also, that eating pussy was a unique chance to focus solely on my partner's pleasure while becoming incredibly intimate with her body. Given that, I was excited and enthusiastic about having my face buried in Mary's pussy. I did what I knew would work, like licking her clit and pumping my finger in and out of her pussy, while also experimenting just a little to see if I could provide her with even more pleasure. Luckily, Mary wasn't shy about letting me know what she was feeling, so when I tried sucking her clit, I thought she was going to hit the ceiling. She was moaning loudly and writhing on the couch while gripping the cushions tightly in her hands, so I knew that I was successfully guiding her toward an orgasm, but I didn't have any idea how close she was. I did sense that her pussy was becoming even wetter than it had been and was kind of swelling internally around my finger, which made me wonder if I was going to have some difficulty slipping my cock in there when the time came. As the juices sloshed over my pumping fingers, though, I suspected it wasn't going to be a problem. Mary seemed to be tensing up and her moaning was becoming somewhat plaintive which I took to mean that she was on the verge and getting anxious to cum. I didn't have any tricks up my sleeve, so I just kept up what I was doing until she finally went limp and her entire body started to shake. I still continued what I was doing until she'd gone completely still and let out a long, ragged sigh. I then crawled up alongside her and just waited as she caught her breath, my pants still at my ankles and her skirt still up around her waist. I'm sure we painted quite a picture. "That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt in my life," she finally said, turning her face toward mine. "Oh stop," I said, starting to blush. "No, seriously," she replied, "that was completely unprecedented. I felt like my bones were melting...and that's a good thing." "Well, it was my pleasure," I responded, "and I enjoyed it myself, so I'd be more than happy to do it again any time you are interested." "I don't know if my heart or my brain could handle it right at the moment," she said, "but I'll definitely let you know when I'm ready." She leaned closer and we kissed until she realized that she still had dinner cooking and jumped up to go check on it. I watched her bare ass until her skirt dropped down to cover it, then sat up and pulled my briefs and jeans back up. I grabbed her panties and brought them with me into the kitchen to see if there was anything I could do to help, but she had things under control. She did take her panties back from me but didn't put them back on. We sat and ate what turned out to be a very well-prepared meal. I was pleased that Mary seemed to have completely recovered and was able to eat without any hesitation. Once we were done, though, we were both feeling a bit full so we decided to watch a movie. We retired once again to the big sectional couch in front of the TV and cuddled together once we'd selected something to watch. We'd kiss occasionally, but the longer we watched, the more we were caressing each other until we abandoned the movie altogether when she straddled me as we were making out. "Do you have a condom?" she asked as she massaged the bulge in my jeans that she'd been humping against. I grabbed my wallet and extracted the one condom I carried there while she started opening my jeans. Once she had them open and had my cock in her hand, I took over and slid them down further, then kicked them and my briefs away. I opened the condom and she released my cock so that I could roll it on then she positioned herself so that she could lower herself onto it. I guided my tool to her pussy as she dropped down slowly and she eased herself down on it until I was fully engulfed. I could not believe how hot and slick and tight her pussy felt and was hoping that I didn't cum within about ten seconds. She sat there feeling my girth filling her momentarily before starting to slowly ride up and down on my cock. Something About Mary We both started moaning immediately as she supported herself on the back of the couch and I slid my hands up under her blouse to fondle her tits through her bra. I very quickly had her bra unfastened and was caressing the smooth flesh of her tits and her hard, protruding nipples. While I busied myself with her tits, she was experimenting with various ways of moving on my throbbing cock. She started out just bouncing slowly up and down, but also tried a few different angles of attack, if you will, until she apparently found the one that pleasured her the most then she started riding me harder and faster. Once she really started getting into it, she was moaning like crazy and I couldn't blame her if it felt as good to her as it did to me. I was surprised that I didn't end up cumming immediately so I relished how good her pussy felt as she humped my cock. I didn't believe it was possible, but the longer she fucked me, the better her pussy continued to feel. It had felt unbelievable when I'd first slipped into her, but it seemed to be getting even hotter and more slippery, which of course had my own orgasm beginning to slowly build, as well. I ended up dropping my hands down to grip her bare ass under her skirt and pulled her down each time I pushed up into her. When she suddenly went completely rigid and her body started to tremble, I was stunned that she was actually having an orgasm while we were fucking; it was the first time I'd ever experienced it. I just let her take control and ride out her orgasm, which seemed pretty long and intense, then waited to see what she would do next. When she finally opened her eyes and let out a long breath, she smiled at me but just sat there on my throbbing cock while she recovered. I ended up rolling her to the side so that I ended up on top of her on the couch without ever slipping out of her pussy. Looming over her, supported on my arms, I started to slowly fuck her again before leaning down so that we could make out again. In this position, I could feel my orgasm immediately beginning to build much faster, which wasn't surprising given how slippery and tight her pussy felt. I started out slowly, but it wasn't long before I was fucking her good and hard and having a difficult time making out with her. I started to kiss her neck instead, which she seemed to like, and focused on how amazingly good I was feeling the longer I fucked her. I didn't want to stop but, at the same time, I knew I was going to experience one hell of an orgasm. When I finally reached that point and exploded into the condom, it was unlike any orgasm I'd ever experienced before. Once I was spent, it took a few minutes before I could pull out and roll off next to her. We ended up in a similar position to where we'd been after I'd eaten her pussy earlier that evening. "That was so worth it," she finally said. "Worth what?" I asked. "All the planning and scheming it took to get you here," she replied. "What are you talking about?" I asked, still not clear on what she meant. "I saw you at the football game on Thanksgiving, when I was home on break," she started, "I don't know what it was, but once I was back at school I couldn't stop thinking about you. I threw this party as an excuse to get together with you to see what would happen." "Was puking part of the plan, too?" I asked. "Well, no," she admitted, "but I was so nervous when Debbie said you'd actually accepted the invitation that I had a few drinks to settle my nerves." "A few, huh?" I laughed. "OK, maybe a few dozen," she joked, "but it all worked out in the end, right?" "It certainly did," I agreed, kissing her tenderly. "Do you have more condoms?" she asked, reaching down and finding the one I'd worn still somehow hanging on to my flaccid cock. "In my jacket," I replied. "Let's go to my room and get totally naked and fuck like rabbits!" she proposed. I almost told her I loved her at that very moment. Something About Mary Mary took the opportunity presented to her. Jake had volunteered to take the half a mile walk to the supermarket for wine and beer, leaving the two women alone. The evening so far possessed a surreal edge for Mary. She had behaved normally, spoken normally, and played the part of unconcerned holidaymaker to perfection, but all the time her thoughts had been in constant turmoil. Now she had the chance to voice her concerns to the cause. "I thought you had something on your mind," Helena responded coolly. "I wonder what it could be." Her impassive expression broke into a smirk. Mary's astonishment at the younger woman's confidence caused her resolve to slip. The girl was so brazen! "What's your game, Helena?" She asked after a momentary pause. "Game?" "Yes, what do you think your doing? You touched me this morning," Mary held up her hand as though to stave off any denial that may be forthcoming. She was determined to reach a conclusion. "And this afternoon, when I blundered into-" She flushed at the recollection. "-well, the things you said. They were quite shocking." Helena appraised Mary with a feline air. The direct stare unnerved Mary and she shifted in her seat. "You stayed though." Helena's look intensified. Her eyes narrowed to slits and the corners of her mouth twitched as though amused. "You stayed and watched. And you know what, Mary?" Mary remained silent, unable to respond. "I saw your face," Helena continued. "I saw the expression. You were turned on by what you saw." She paused, her pink tongue appeared and the girl wet her lips with one, long, lascivious lick. "And by what you heard." The silence enveloped Mary. She couldn't take her eyes off Helena's mouth. The way the girl had wet her lips was so erotic. Helena was so confident, so aware of her own sexuality, so aware of her allure. Helena possessed a quality, indefinable and amorphous, an intangible element that was so obvious, but an element that would shift and move, a chameleon in camouflage if viewed head on. It was as though Mary was viewing the scene in the room through the wrong end of a telescope. She appeared detached; some distance away. The two halves of her brain worked in contradiction. The logical, thinking hemisphere recognised the ideas with crystal clarity, and Mary fought the immoral urges, but the opposing half -- the hemisphere that processed emotions and feelings --- also recognised Helena's intent, and insisted upon fulfilment. Mary's world imploded and the dominant half prevailed; her thoughts concentrated on one overriding realisation -- Helena was correct. "No," Mary heard herself say. Her voice sounded strange, as though the sounds were coming from underwater or from behind thick glass. "It isn't right, not Jake, he's... he's my brother's son..." She voiced her final, weak objection. "But you want him," Helena's tone was low, thick and hypnotic. "And he wants you." Helena stood, moving slowly, with a fluid grace like a big cat stalking its prey. She sat on the sofa next to Mary. "I felt his cock throb when I mentioned you and me sucking him. It swelled inside me." Helena's mouth moved closer to Mary's, her hand rested on the older woman's thigh. "His cock is so thick anyway, but it grows even thicker when I talk about fucking you." Mary felt Helena's hand on her body and she fell back onto the soft cushion. Helena's other hand slid up her thigh and their mouths met. *** Jake's senses refused to believe what he was seeing. He reeled, physically staggered and he would have fallen but the doorframe held him upright as he slumped against it. His hand gripped the bag that held the bottles and cans. His grip tightened unconsciously, which was fortunate since the sound of the bottles shattering on the tiled floor would also shatter the moment. "Jesus," he murmured, still unable to fully comprehend. He had played out this scene in his head innumerable times, especially since meeting Helena, but the reality of it floored him. Helena had coaxed the confession from him early on in their relationship. Being five years his senior, she was infinitely more worldly wise, and to his relief and delight, Helena showed no sign of disgust at his admission. In fact, when Jake revealed his secret desire for his aunt, Helena had shown an intense interest and used the taboo to enhance their excitement as they fucked. Her whispered and whimpered monologue alluding to them sharing his aunt spurred Jake on to greater physical exertion, and he never failed to bring her to a wailing climax after fucking into her with powerful, savage strokes. "Dear God," Jake heard his aunt sigh. He looked at her, sprawled back on the sofa, legs wide, dress hiked up around her waist, and her eyes heavy lidded with lust. "Jake..." Mary murmured. Mary was in that place beyond reason -- Lost in the throes of sweet abandonment as Helena lapped at her tight clitoris and fingered her swollen vulva. "Just in time, Jake," Helena paused for a moment and looked at her stunned boyfriend. "Come and play with Aunty." She gave several sharp licks at Mary's labia. "She's so wet, so turned on. I made her nice and gooey so she can take your big cock." Helena quickly smiled at him and then returned to Mary's sex. "Oh my God," Mary groaned as Helena slurped at her body. "Jake... I... Oh fuck." "Mary," Jake whispered, his hand reaching for the cord in his shorts. His cock sprang into view, thick and savage, a physical indication of his lust. "Beautiful Aunt Mary..." He stepped out of his shorts and walked to where his aunt lay. His cock waggled in front of him as he moved and Helena grabbed it in her fist, her mouth tight against Mary's sex. "You want this big fucker?" Helena asked, lifting her face and waving Jake's stalk from side to side. "You want your nephew to fuck you with this thing?" "Yes," Mary hissed; her voice sharp with desire. A groan burst from her as Helena took the head of Jake's cock between her lips. "I've never... This is so..." Mary felt the final shreds of coherent thought rip away as she unashamedly fingered her own, gaping opening. She fingered herself and watched as Helena's lips stretched tight around the excited boy's girth. He was thick, Helena hadn't exaggerated, and Mary experienced a tidal surge of renewed lust as she moved to join Helena, desperate now to suck him herself. "That's it, Aunt Mary," Helena purred as she surrendered Jake to his aunt. "Suck him, make him wet with your spit." The girl groaned, her own hand busy against her hot sex, and her eyes rolled as the waves of pleasure rolled over her senses. "Make him wet and slippery so he can slide right into you." "Aunt Mary... Jesus," Jake groaned as his aunt's mouth closed around the plum of his glans. He pushed his fingers into the dirty-blonde hair and held her head tight. He looked down at her, adoration shining in his eyes at the longed-for realisation of his torrid fantasies. After a few intense moments, Jake sat on the sofa, a woman on either side. The two girls then, as Helena had vocalised earlier, shared Jake's phallus orally, passing the big thing back and forth, one sucking at the tip while the other licked and slurped at the shaft. Whenever their tongues met, they would kiss, slippery tongued and moaning, fingers busy between their sticky thighs. "Oh fuck, Jake groaned, I can't take this." Helena recognised the pitch in Jake's voice and she sensed he was close. "Come for us, Baby," she murmured. "Come for your Aunt." Helena gripped the root of Jake's cock and wanked at him. Mary continued to slobber and suck at the spongy head of Jake's cock as the excitement of the situation and her own masturbating began to overwhelm her. "I'm going to..." Mary began, but the first spurt of Jake's cum silenced her. Her climax broke and pleasure flooded through her body as a second and then a third heavy spray splashed across her cheeks. "Yes!" Helena gave a cry of triumph. Her eyes gleamed with delight at the sight of her boyfriend's semen arcing from his cock and spattering against Mary's pretty face. "Come for us," she urged, still pulling at Jake's cock with frantic strokes. Rivulets of Jake's issue ran down his shaft and over Helena's hand and fingers. She let his cock spring back against his stomach and slurped at the dribbles, licking her lips and rolling her eyes. Jake looked down at his penis. Goo oozed from the eye, but there was no sign of his erection waning. He looked into his aunt's shocked face and experienced a thrill of desire when he saw the debauched mess he'd made. "I... I want to fuck you." Jake's voice cracked when he delivered those words. His aunt stared at him for a moment and then lay back on the sofa. She opened her legs in surrender, offering herself to her nephew. "Do it to me," she whispered. The pink of Mary's sex glistened with the syrup of her arousal. Her labia were puffy and swollen, her clitoris pulsed and her insides clenched with anticipation as Jake moved into position. He knelt between her feet, his knees on the carpet, and he rubbed the rigid shaft of his cock against his aunt's body. The underside slid over Mary's clitoris, making her gasp with pleasure. She felt his hanging balls brush against her buttocks and she reached down impatiently to grab his penis. Mary pushed the head of Jake's cock against her body; there was the slightest resistance as the mushroom dome forced past her opening, and then he was in. Mary groaned at this first contact. She wriggled, writhed, and somehow managed to pull her dress up over her chest. Jake stared at his aunt's exposed breasts. "Oh my God." He whispered the words and feasted his eyes on the prize of the heavy tits. He pushed the head of his cock into Mary's opening and used both hands to massage her pliant flesh as Mary gasped at his invasion. "Jake..." Mary couldn't finish, the sensation of her nephew's cock actually penetrating her astounded her. He felt so thick down there, so big... "Jake!" She called, the excitement flooding her sex when she realised the full impact of what she was doing. Incest! Her nephew was fucking her. "This is so... wrong." "But it feels good doesn't it, Mary?" Helena's voice was treacly and her eyes sparkled as she watched the illicit coupling. "He's so fucking big, isn't he? And isn't it wicked fucking your nephew? You have to love the feeling of being filled by that cock." "Oh, God, Helena." Mary gulped and looked at the girl through half closed eyes. "Kiss me. I want to kiss." "With pleasure, darling," Helena grinned and pushed her tongue into Mary's mouth. Jake held his aunt around her waist and fucked into her with long strokes. Looking back later, Jake could recall little of what actually happened. The opening moments of this new relationship with his aunt were a confused mess of sensations and images. He remembered how liquid Mary felt around his cock. He recalled the molten heat of her, how her pussy clamped tight around the girth of him, and the sounds of her groans and moans as they fucked. Vivid images of her breasts rolling in time to his thrusts burst across the internal screen of his mind's eye --- Those breasts he had hungered for for over a year. Watching the two women kissing aroused him and never failed to cause his penis to twitch, but the most overwhelming feeling of all was the emotion he felt when he looked into his aunt's ayes. "I love you," he had whispered during one of those moments of intimacy. His aunt was staring up at him, their gazed locked as they shared an intense moment of mutual understanding. "I love you," he repeated and kissed his aunt properly for the first time. Helena sat back and watched the tender moment. She understood what had just happened. It was a moment she had shared with her father four years earlier. She knew she could share that secret with Jake and Mary now. "Come inside me." Mary thrust her hips forward in an effort to take more of Jake into her body. "Do it inside me, fill me with it. I want to feel your cum spit into me." Jake couldn't hold back. The words, the intensity of the emotion, and the look in his aunt's eyes sent the rush of his climax surging through his cock. He grunted like an animal as he his seed gushed into Mary's body; Mary lifted her legs and clamped them tight around his waist, pulling him deeper as though she craved as much of his essence as he could spill. "Oh my God, what have we done?" Mary lay on the sofa, her nephew's goo oozing from her pussy while her breath came in pants. "It's okay." Helena comforted the anxious woman. "I think you and Jake should share the bed tonight. You can talk." Mary looked at the younger woman. "Share a bed?" Her expression grew incredulous. "How can we share a bed? We've gone too far. I... I..." Her mouth gaped. Mary was lost for words. "Jake, open a bottle." Somewhat abashed by his aunt's sudden change of heart, Jake picked up his shorts and left the room. "Helena, please, please don't say anything to anyone." Mary's anxiousness was giving way to real panic now. "I wasn't thinking... My nephew... I was just so carried away, so turned on." Mary groaned and slumped forward, her head in her hands. Dressed in his shorts, Jake returned. He held two bottles and three glasses. He poured and offered a glass to his aunt. Mary took the proffered glass, but didn't meet Jake's eyes. "Thanks," she murmured and pulled her dress to restore her modesty. Helena sipped her wine. She appeared to be lost in thought, but then she spoke. "I know how it is," she opened. "I know how you feel, Mary." "How?" Mary stared at her. Helena sighed and sipped again. "My Father-" Mary's mouth fell open with surprise. "-My Father first seduced me when I was twenty. It wasn't rape or non-consensual," she added hurriedly, "It was love. He needed me." Jake and Mary both sat quietly, stunned by the story that Helena told. She recounted a tender tale of how her father, in a moment of dire emotional need, had seduced her. She told the pair about her huge libido and appetite for sex and about how those desires had led to her being involved in some shocking sexual encounters. "Sweet Jesus," Mary whispered, unaware that she had uttered the words. "I've always enjoyed sex." Helena her face was serious as she attempted to explain. "I love to fuck," Jake knows that." She smiled this time." But my Father made love to me - that first time - we made love. Of course, after that we fucked a lot. He's got a lovely cock, not as thick as Jake's, but lovely." "Your own Father?" Mary's voice caught, she was both appalled and fascinated equally. "Yes, Mary, my Father. At first, the guilt was huge, I thought I would buckle under the burden, but we talked about how we felt and," The girl shrugged, "Now it seems so natural, so loving." "But why sleep with me?" Helena turned her attention to Jake at his question. "Because I want a child," She answered simply. "I want a baby and my father isn't exactly the right guy to give me one." Helena shrugged again. "So he and I agreed that I should look for a man... Well, it's another long tale, but here we are. I found you, enjoyed being with you, enjoyed fucking... Then you told me about your aunt and... Well, I know what it's like, and the thought of you and her together was so hot. I'm sorry; I've made a mess of things. I see that now." "I can't cope with all this." Mary drained her glass and grabbed at the bottle. With a shaky hand, she tipped the contents into her glass and drained that too. "I need some time alone." Mary lunged from the room leaving Jake and Helena in silence. *** NEW YEARS EVE THAT SAME YEAR Helena lay on her side, her backside presented to him. Since falling pregnant with Jake's child in May, her appetite for sex had grown voracious. She needed to fuck every day --- she was aroused constantly --- sex was her craving. "Please, push it in." She held her buttocks apart to show off her perpetually sodden sex to him. "Fuck me again." He chuckled and gripped the girl's ribcage in his hands. "I'm nearly worn to a frazzle. You're wearing me out." Helena gasped as the cock-head pushed into her body. "Jesus," she groaned, "That feels so nice." She pushed her buttocks back at him and craned her neck so she could look at his face as he penetrated her. "Kiss me." He moved his head to hers. Helena's tongue darted quickly with the urgency of her lust and she pushed it into his mouth, her ardour hot and hungry. In synch with his Daughter's need, James fucked into her with quick, abrupt strokes. He held her body tightly as she rested on one elbow, her torso angled, and with her full breast swaying in time to their coupling. He returned the kiss, passionate yet tender, surprised at the swell of his love for the girl in his chest. He smelt her scent, somehow fresher and sweeter since her body had begun to change. His hands moved over her skin as they continued to kiss, feeling the heavy swell of her belly where the unborn child grew. "Fuck..." Helena grunted, "Fuck me and make me come." She lifted her leg and laid it over her Father's body, exposing herself and allowing his fingers access to her clitoris. "Finger me, Daddy," she sighed and guided his hand to that place. James whispered to his Daughter as his thrusts grew more vigorous, "My Baby," he murmured. "You're so sweet, so sexy, I love you." "I love you too." Helena's reply turned to a squeal of pleasure and her fingers clawed at the bed sheet. Emboldened by his Daughter's cries, James pounded into her body, all tenderness forgotten as he licked and bit at the nape of her neck and shoulder. The fingers of one hand slid around the mush of her clitoris and the place where her body stretched around his cock. He felt the root of his penis under his fingertips, the rest of the shaft buried deep in his daughter. The other hand mauled at her breasts, his fingers pinching at her nipples as he rolled her jugs in his palm and savoured the firm texture of her body. "I love your body, Baby. You excite me so much. Where do you want me to do it?" "God, I don't care. In me, over me, but please, don't come 'til I have mine. Please, I beg you." James grunted a he struggled to hold his orgasm in check. He gripped at his Daughter's hip and pulled her back onto his root, shoving his cock harder and deeper in the way he knew she preferred. He lifted his hips just off the bed and angled his cock down into her. The new slant eased his body's urgent response and elicited a cry of ecstasy from Helena. "Jesus! That's good. So. Fucking. Good." She twisted to face him again. "I'm going to..." James watched as the girl's eyes rolled and her mouth fell open. The moans of her orgasm burst from her and her body tensed and convulsed. James growled and pulled his cock from her clenching opening. He held the shaft tight in his hand, delaying the moment until he was in position. Through the fog of her climax, Helena sensed his intent and she opened her mouth to receive him as her own noisy climax rolled on. "Shit." James grunted and aimed his cock at his Daughter's pretty face. He felt the irreversible surge and cried out as the first dollops spattered onto Helena's cheeks and chin. "Take me, Bitch," he grunted. "Take your Daddy's load." "Over me, let me taste you, do it all over me." Her Father's dominant attitude excited her and Helena's fingers were busy between her legs as she masturbated to another climax, Her eyes shone as her Father's semen splashed onto her tongue and she massaged the stray ropes of goo into her breasts. She swallowed the stuff in her mouth and then took his cock in her fist and sucked at it. Helena slurped at the semen that oozed from the eye, making appreciative noises at the back of her throat as she licked and sucked at her father. Something About Mary James ran his fingers through his daughter's dark hair and then lowered his face to hers. He tasted his cum on her tongue and knew he would be ready to fuck her again very soon. "I love you, Baby." "And I love you too," she replied. *** "Happy New Year!" Helena smiled broadly when the couple at the door cried their greetings. "Come in." She stepped back, opening the door wider. "Dad," She called, "They're here!" "Wow, look at you." Mary kissed the girl on the cheek as she entered, Jake following in her wake. "I know." Helena grinned and held her bulge proudly. "Seven months. Jake must have nuclear sperm or something. I fell during that holiday." "I'm not surprised," Mary continued. "All that sex!" "I was relieved that we managed to get it all sorted out." Helena rolled her eyes. "I felt so guilty that first evening... Y'know, when...?" "I know." Mary fell silent when she recalled that moment. "But now... Well, I love Jake... And there's the baby..." "And all the fucking," Helena added. "What a fantastic time we're going to have tonight. My two favourite men," Her eyes shone with excitement, "And you." "Hello, Jake." Helena's father smiled. "And this must be Mary, at last we meet." "Hello." Mary extended her hand towards the handsome man. She felt her heart throb between her thighs as she pictured him servicing his daughter. How interesting this year is going to be, she thought -- her and Jake, the baby, and Helena and her father, quite a cosy family.