12 comments/ 66698 views/ 9 favorites Evil Intent By: magmaman There was no doubt in my mind at all. It was Mrs. Robeson, at first it flashed into my mind that it was just someone who looked a little bit like her. Curious, I wandered over by some very large stone pillars that were obviously a decoration for the hotel, the potted plants I stood behind were plastic also. From that vantage point I could look up to where Mrs. Robeson sat, her slightly bald headed husband sat across from her, leaning forward saying something. The smile on her face made it quite clear that she knew exactly what she was doing. From the way she was sitting at a tiny table next to the railing, I could see right up her short dress. I could also tell there was nothing at all on underneath it. Mrs. Robeson was the object of every fantasy I had going to high school, everything about her, even the way she smelled was an excitement. It wasn't just me, every other boy in our classes felt the same way, of that I was completely sure. I will bet I beat off in the school rest room at least a hundred times thinking about her. There she sat, her hairless pussy on display for me! Almost without thinking, I flipped up my cell phone and took three quick photos. +++ It had been at least 3 years since I last saw her, graduation came with all of the things a young man must do to join life and the work force. That was what I was doing in Reno, I had a meeting earlier in the day, an interview for a job. The coastal town I grew up in had very close to zero opportunities, I either tried to get on at the local paper mill or I got on a boat and went out into the ocean to try and catch something. I even did work for a few weeks cutting up fish, when I realized that there isn't enough soap on planet Earth to get the smell off I quit that job. Earlier that day the man had stood up and shook my hand. "Welcome aboard!" He told me. It meant a solid salary, benefits, I was now a part of the corporate world. The two years of college got me an Associate's degree and the scrimping, saving, hard work had paid off. Then back at the hotel and casino, I happened to look up and there she was! Mrs. Barbara Robeson! The object of every single fantasy I ever had. Her body was amazing, large bust, slender waist, round buttocks that up until then I had only seen covered with cloth. Her brown hair with reddish highlights flowed down over her shoulders, her high cheekbones made her face perfection. But she was conservative, no sign was ever given that she ever noticed what she was doing to every single young man in her class. Not a hint of anything ever going on at all, the community was extremely conservative and after all, Mrs. Robeson was a school teacher. Now here I was, looking up at her, her bare pussy on display, her legs open enough to allow anyone who did glance up to see that clearly. Her husband glanced down and saw me looking up at her, I had seen him perhaps twice in my life and both times from a distance. He grinned broadly, I suppose it was obvious that I was looking. Then he leaned forward and whispered something to her, she turned in her seat slightly, and opened her legs even more. Barely twenty feet to where I stood, I was missing nothing at all. When she glanced down with a sly smile on her face at me, I saw it took her a moment. A look of surprise crossed her face, her legs closed quickly and both hands came down to tug at her hemline. She said something to her husband, he turned and looked at me standing there. His face had a look of discomfort. That was the moment that I understood. Mrs. Robeson was doing some flashing deliberately and she and her husband were getting off on it. I grinned to myself, that was fun and exciting. It isn't every day a man gets to look at a bare pussy right out in public, especially one that he would have done anything, and I do mean anything to get a look at just a couple of years earlier. Figuring the brief showtime was over, I went on up to my room. I couldn't help myself, I had myself in hand and that vision in my mind within seconds. The cell phone photo was tiny but the picture was clear. +++ About two hours later I found myself down on the casino floor, there was a row of penny machines so I sat down to fiddle around. I quickly figured out that if I hit the big button it was $2.50 and that was way out of my budget so I was playing just 5 lines at a penny each. A couple of times some things popped up that didn't make much sense and the machine said "Big win!" and paid me a quarter or 50 cents. Once it was a whole dollar, but my original ten dollar bill was being eroded. Someone sat down beside me, I glanced over. Mrs. Robeson! Her expression was mildly flushed, I probably did myself a little bit. The familar smell of her filled my nostrils. "Dennis. I remember you from class, it's nice to see you. May I talk to you a little bit?" She asked. "Hi. Sure, what's up?" I asked. "Look. I know you...saw that...So I am just worried. You know I teach and if something like this gets back to the school I could lose my job." I opened my mouth to tell her that of course I wouldn't say anything but then an evil thought popped right into my head. No way would I ever get a chance like this again. "I know you were doing that deliberately." I told her. She flushed mildly. "Why do you?" I pressed a little bit, hell, I really had the upper hand here. "It's for Jack? He gets a kick out of it, I guess I do too a little bit. We always go far away where no one knows us." "Yea, I have heard of things like that." I grinned at her. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" She asked. "Well, I guess not. I did kind of like it." A brief smile crossed her face, then the serious look returned. "You took some pictures, didn't you?" I didn't realize that she saw that, apparently she had. "Yea." "I need you to give me those. Please?" "What's in it for me?" I asked. "I can give you some money." "I don't want your money." I reached out and touched the button on my machine, won 50 cents again. "What do you want then?" Mrs. Robeson appeared to have collected herself again, she was looking at me intently. "How about you come up to my room and show me everything?" I smirked at her. She stared at me long enough that I felt my face flush slightly. "You have to be kidding. You want me to put on a private show for you?" "Yea, why not? If you want the pictures, that is." She didn't sound upset at my suggestion, it emboldened me. "You have already seen me." She said. "That wasn't enough. I want to see everything." Mrs. Robeson looked away for a moment, then she sighed. "If I do, you won't touch me? Just look?" She responded after a moment's hesitation. "Yea, I will just look." "And you will delete the pictures?" "Sure, I will do that." "Just a minute. Please don't leave." She got up and walked down the row of machines, around the corner. I figured she was going to tell her husband, I came very close to taking off. She was back in just a couple of minutes. "OK. Come on, let's go then." She stood there expectantly. Wow. She was really going to do this? I pushed the cash out and got my $6.00 pay slip. We got onto the elevator, pushed the button for my floor. She stood there, not saying a word. At my room, I fumbled with the key card and finally got the door open, standing aside to let her into my room. She stopped in the middle of the room, it wasn't much but all I could afford. "I have never done anything like this before, Dennis." She turned to me. "Would you like a drink?" I asked, suddenly unsure of what to say. I had a bottle of wine. "This isn't a date, Dennis. You sit down over there in that chair, and stay there, OK?" That was more like the Mrs. Robeson I remembered, she always had an in charge attitude in class. I went over and sat down. "Where is your camera?" She held out her hand. I reached into my pocket and handed her my cell phone, she opened it and quickly scrolled through the photos. I actually would have liked to keep those, the last pic I took I had used the telephoto option and it was spectacular. "God." She muttered, hitting the delete button. Then she threw the phone on the bed. She stood there and looked at me. "Well?" I asked. I halfway expected her to just leave. She let out a sigh. Her hands came up to her blouse, quickly tripped the buttons. She slid that along with the soft vest she wore off her shoulders, she had on a plain white bra. Then she looked at me, already my mouth was hanging open and I had an erection so hard it was beginning to hurt. Her hands came down and lifted the hem of her skirt, she hooked her thumbs at her hips and slid her hose and panties down, stepped out of them. Reaching down, she turned her skirt so the catch was in front, unhooked it and dropped that also. There Mrs. Robeson stood, naked except for her white bra. "Well?" She asked. "Is this what you wanted?" "Yea, I...uhhh. Can I see your...?" I pointed at her bra. She reached back and tripped it, slid it forward off her shoulders. I was surprised, her tits were nowhere near as large as they looked when she was dressed, I realized there had to be a good inch of padding in there. She stood there looking at me, I sat there looking at her. Neither one of us said a word. "Lord you are beautiful!" I finally managed. "Well, is this enough then?" She asked me. "Can you maybe turn around and...bend over?" I asked. My voice was shaky now. "You want to see my...?" Her eyes widened. "Yea!" I grinned. "God." She turned around, bent over and looked at me between her legs. Then she reached back and spread her butt cheeks open. I could clearly see the bead of moisture come out of her and slide slowly downward. That was so hot my breath caught in my throat. Mrs. Robeson was showing me everything, right down to the tiny mass of flesh that bulged out alongside her puckered brown button! I had to clench my own butt cheeks to keep from cumming in my pants. She stood up and turned. One eyebrow went up, her eyes now had a sly look. "Let me use your phone." She said. Completely naked, no sign now of being concerned. I nodded. I was trying to look at everything at once. She picked it up, punched in some numbers. Her eyes fell on me again, a soft smile crossed her lips. I managed barely to not bring my hands up to my lap to cover the lump I was making. "Hi, honey." "Yes, I am here in his room." "Nothing yet, he just wanted to..see me in exchange for the pictures." "Yes, I am. I already did. He is sitting right here." "I have no idea, he is still fully dressed." "Jack, I know you do. But this is way more than...?" "Are you sure, honey? I don't want anything to ever come between us." "All right. But just remember, it's your idea." "OK. About an hour I guess. I will meet you at our room. I love you." She closed the phone, tossed it on the bed. "Stand up, Dennis." She had that firm tone in her voice again. I stood up. "We are going to do this." She told me. She reached out and undid my belt, opened my jeans and tugged them down so fast it was almost a surprise. I managed to get my feet out of them without falling down as she tugged me over to the bed. I found myself on my back, Mrs. Robeson slid up on top of me, one knee on each side. She reached down and grasped my erection, a few wriggles of her hips and I was buried inside of her. Her insides felt puffy, sloppy wet. Her hands came down and pinned my shoulders, her breasts were swinging back and forth. I reached up to feel them. It would be swell to say it went on for hours and hours but it was closer to ninety seconds. By the way her belly turned red and her nipples became like little needles I was reasonably sure she got off. I came so hard that she grunted when I blasted off. When I calmed down, she was looking down at my face. Then she lifted up and moved over. For perhaps two minutes she lay there on her side, breathing heavily. "You aren't that big but god damn were you hard!" She said with a titter. Then she reached over and grasped my penis again. She used her hands on me expertly and being young and virile, I was up for another much longer session in seconds. I even managed to get on top that time. Mrs. Robeson had her legs spread so widely that my pubic hairs were plastered with her juices, making a squishing noise on her each time I thrust. She whimpered at one point, her hips swinging upwards to mash against me. Again I blasted off, it was beyond belief. Her body lifted and pressed, held there as wave after wave exploded out of me. Sweating profusely, I pressed as firmly as I could, trying to keep my softening penis inside of her. This was amazing! I had just got done fucking Mrs. Robeson, something I would never have even dreamed would ever happen. Again she lay there on her side, one hand flicking my penis back and forth. I had my hand between her legs, two fingers inside of her. Her hips kept twitching upwards, she felt so good inside I wanted to just leave my hand there. "Wow." She mumbled. I grinned, feeling proud of myself. "Jack has asked me several times if I would do this with someone else but I never did. Sometimes we do things like you saw, it makes him happy." She told me. "It was fun, thank you." I told her. She giggled at that, sitting up. "I can't believe I just fucked one of my students! Hell, I haven't been with anyone but Jack since back in college." She laughed again. "I remember you from class, you were always looking at me." "Yea, you are so beautiful I couldn't help myself." Mrs. Robeson reached out and tousled my hair. "You get an "A", OK?" Then she broke out in hysterics. I lay there as she took a quick shower, came out and dried off. Naked in front of me, unconcerned. "Amazing, that pretty little thing of yours is hard again!" She said with a titter. I really didn't mind her saying that. I was also thinking I wanted to fuck her some more but she got dressed and left. "I love you." I said quietly to the closed door. Much later on I was back downstairs, I looked over and Mrs. Robeson was coming down the escalator with her husband, holding hands. They went over to a blackjack table and sat down. She had on a very low cut top and short skirt. Beautiful. It crossed my mind to wonder if she had any panties on, then she looked over and saw me, smiled broadly. Glancing around, she saw no one was paying any attention, so she shifted in her seat to face me, spread her legs for an instant. It was very clear that she didn't have anything on under her skirt. Her husband looked over her way and saw what she was doing, then he turned and looked directly at me. He just grinned, reached for his cards. I watched as she turned back to the game also. They both lost that hand, the dealer slid out a new round of cards. I wandered off. My mind was whirling. I wanted desperately to be with Mrs. Robeson again. The next morning I was on an airplane, headed back to the coast to gather up my few possessions, rent a van and move. Now at my new apartment outside town, life settled in, as normal as normal can be for a single male living in a crazy city like Reno. +++ Weekends I drive down to the casino, plus I visit others. I tell myself I go there to play, maybe meet someone but that's not quite true. Looking, always looking. I never saw Mrs. Robeson again, as far as I know she is still teaching at that high school 700 long miles away. That was evil of me, making her come to my room and undress in exchange for the pictures. Why I did that I don't know, it was all on impulse. It also was not very nice of me but I don't feel guilty. What did happen was amazing. The only problem is that Mrs. Robeson is my fantasy, and she probably always will be. I am still single, no other woman quite fills the bill. Not yet, anyway. I am not sure what I want in a woman. One that will flash in public perhaps? Oddly that idea does not turn me on yet the idea of a woman doing that for me does. One that will go with other men? No way in hell would I like that, but Mrs. Robeson? Married? To me, married women are off limits, yet somehow with Mrs. Robeson it was...right? I did not fuck her, she simply fucked me. That was the most incredible thing that ever happened to me. I have even been with a few others now, not that many. Not one of them even came close. Perhaps there are none like her? It has now been nearly a decade, and she is still in my head every single day. She has to be well into her forties by now. Maybe one day I will go home, drop in for a quick visit to my old high school. Probably not. No point in interfering with her life, all that happened was just something that did. My life will never be the same. ++ Looking around the casino, I spotted a nicely dressed woman, she was perhaps 10 or 12 years older than me. I sat down on the machine next to her, slid in a twenty. "Doing any good?" I asked her. She looked over at me, smiled. I saw the flash of a diamond on her finger, then realized it was on her right hand. The top of her breasts were visible at the slightly open throat of her blouse. "Not yet. Have you hit anything?" I saw her glance quickly up and down, inspecting me. "Just starting." I told her, letting my eyes meet hers for a moment. She smiled again, one hand slid up and idly brushed back her hair. She reached out and touched the button. I grinned to myself. I wondered if this lady had any panties on? Who knows? Evil Intentions My name's Lacey and I'm 19 years old. I just graduated from high school and I have no idea where to go from here. My parents, John and Melinda, just told me tonight that they're getting a divorce. Twenty three years of marriage and they now decide they've grown apart. I'm not really sure how I feel about that or if I have any right to feel anything. It's not MY divorce and I'm no longer a little girl. And let's face it, things around here have not exactly been moonlight and roses. Daddy just started a new job with a law firm and has been working insane hours and Mom, well, let's just say that Mom's noticed and has been very vocal with her anger. She's been on strike, as she calls it, trying to get Daddy's attention, but to no avail. He is usually coming home as she is getting up for the day. Their conversations lately involve nothing more then insults and dirty looks. So, I guess you'd say, this divorce is not exactly shocking news to me. Besides, I have my own life to live now. But, I knew the days to come would not be easy for any of us. I'm hoping they can at least be civil to each other. Picking sides is not exactly my strong point. "What are your plans today, sweetheart," asked John, glancing over his morning newspaper. "I don't know, Daddy," I answered, pushing my spoon through my soggy cereal, "I guess I could call up some of the girls and go shopping." "That sounds like fun," he said, "It's summer, you should be out having fun." "Yeah, I guess," I said, standing up and taking my bowl into the kitchen. "Good morning, Lacey," said Mom, seeming unusually chipper. "Ummm, good morning, Mom," I said, giving her a strange look. "What's that look for, Lace?" she asked, "Is it a crime to greet my lovely daughter?" "Do what you want, Mom," I snapped, tossing my bowl into the sink and walking past her. At this point, I was really not in the mood to have friendly conversation with either of my parents. I had no desire to get locked into a heated battle of who loves me more and who can give me the most attention. "Where are you going?" asked Melinda. "Upstairs," I answered, "I'm gonna go call some friends and see if they want to go shopping." Mom just gave me a sort of blank stare and shrugged her shoulders. As I made my way up the stairs, I could hear Mom and Dad talking about me and about Daddy moving into his own apartment. The whole idea was sickening to me and I did not want to be around it. I immediately ran up the last of the stairs and into my room. This was my safe haven. My own little piece of the world where I did not have to put up with anyone's bullshit. I fell across my bed and grabbed my phone, quickly dialing all my friends I had on speed dial. Minutes later, Daddy knocked on the door. "Lace? Can I come in?" he asked, gently pushing my bedroom door open. "Sure, Daddy," I said, just give me a minute to hang up with Angie. He smiled and nodded his head before coming in and sitting on the edge of my bed. Minutes later, I concluded my call and hung up the phone. "What's up, Daddy?" I asked, rolling onto my side and facing him. "We need to talk, Lace," he said, taking a deep breath and getting more comfortable, "There's a few things you need to know." "Okay, Daddy, I'm listening," I said, propping my head up on my hand and placing my other hand on my side. "Your mother and I have decided it's best for me to move out," he said, looking directly into my eyes, "She's gone to her sister's house for the next few hours to give me time to pack my clothes and gather all of my belongings." "I'm really sorry, Daddy," I said, unsure of exactly what you say in a situation like this. "Don't be, none of this is your fault, baby," he whispered, running his finger through my fallen bangs, "This happens sometimes." I don't think I have ever seen my father so sad as he was right now. He looked so defeated and so tired. His eyes were red, obviously from crying. His clothes were wrinkled, which was very uncharacteristic for him. He was always so firm on having his shirts both ironed and tucked in, always very neat looking. "I wish there was something I could do to help you, Daddy," I said, raising up on my knees and giving him a warm hug. "I do too, baby," he answered, "But, what's done is done and I can't turn back time." I just sat there, for a moment, hugging my father tightly, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne. This was a familiar scent to me since early childhood. I remember that being the first impression when he'd come home from work, at night, and I'd run and greet him at the door. "Whatever she says about me, don't ever hate me, baby," he whispered, gently rubbing my back. "No, Daddy, I'll never hate you," I promised, hugging him tighter. It was then that I noticed my father's hands were no longer on my back. They had fallen to my ass and were showing no signs of leaving. "Daddy? What are you doing?" I asked, pulling back and looking into his eyes. "Don't tell me no, please, baby, I need this," he whispered. I wasn't quite sure what it was that he seemed to need so badly, but I did not ask him to remove his hands. I just sat there, holding him and letting him rub my ass. "Will you do something for Daddy?" he whispered, still firmly rubbing my ass cheeks. "Sure, Daddy," I whispered in his ear. "Unbutton your shirt, I've always wanted to see your tits," he said. At first, I didn't know what to say. I was shocked, but more turned on. I slowly released my hug and sat back on my legs and feet, facing my father. With shaky hands, I slowly began unbuttoning my shirt. I watched him, watching me and my pussy suddenly began getting wet. He sat back and leaned up against my headboard, watching my every move and occasionally letting out a deep moan. Finally, all eight of my buttons were released and I slowly slid my blouse off, revealing, to my father, my size D tits. His eyes widened and a smile took over his face. He was definitely pleased at what he was seeing. "God, you're gorgeous," he whispered, "Rub your tits for Daddy." I hesitated, at first, but then obeyed my father's wishes. I reached down and cupped my massive tits, pushing them together until my nipples touched. My pussy was becoming more and more wet and my nipples had now become small pieces of glass. Daddy continued moaning deeply and reached inside his sweat pants and pulled out his monster dick. I had never seen one so big and so thick in my entire life!! The head was swollen and the cock tip was glossy with pre cum and every vein seemed to be ready to explode from his shaft. "You ever been fucked, Lace?" he asked, slowly stroking his massive rod. "Just once, Daddy, but his dick looked nothing like yours," I answered, unable to stop looking at it. "Someone popped my angel's cherry?" he said, sitting up a little from the headboard. "Yes, Daddy. Remember Luke? My prom date?" I said, still rubbing my swollen, puffy nipples, "He rented a hotel room and we had sex." "I had no idea," he answered, getting up from my bed and facing me, "Come here, Lace." I had no idea what Daddy had planned, but I could tell, by looking in his eyes, he was not happy with me. "You're a slut then, huh, Lace?" he said, pulling his sweat pants down to his ankles. "I'm no slut, Daddy," I said, almost in an angry tone, "It was just once." "Suck Daddy's dick, slut," he said, reaching forward and grabbing my long, blonde hair in his fist, "Show Daddy how a slut sucks dick." Before I could object or say anything, Daddy's cock was in my mouth. His thick cock tip had pushed its way past my lips and was resting on my tongue. I fell forward and grabbed his hips to keep my balance, completely arching my back and thrusting my ass out. He pulled on my hair tighter, pushing my mouth further. I could feel his cock tip push past my tonsils and I gagged immediately. Daddy laughed, finding humor in my inexperience at sucking cock. "Well, I see Luke didn't have you suck HIS dick, huh, slut?" he hissed, pulling my hair and moving my head up and down. I couldn't even whimper, so I shook my head no and gripped Daddy's hips tighter. "Suck me off, Lace," he ordered, "Do it. I fucking need to get off." And, I began. I held onto my father while I moved my inexperienced mouth up and down the length of his shaft, trying my best not to throw up from being gagged. I found it helpful to lock my throat muscles around his dick and squeeze, thus preventing him from going too far, but also giving his dick the sensation of being inside a pussy. "Yeah, that's it, Lace, suck me off," he said, tightening his grip and moving my mouth up and down his shaft faster. Minutes later, Daddy's breathing had become more rapid and his cock had swollen to almost twice its size. My throat was becoming raw and the need to vomit feeling had subsided. My throat was now completely loosened up and my tits were swinging beneath me. "Get on your hands and knees," he said, jerking my mouth off his dick and pushing me backwards onto my bed. I did as I was instructed and suddenly felt so slutty, but definitely enjoying it. "I have to fuck you, slut," he said, climbing up onto the bed behind me and grabbing my hips, roughly yanking my panties from my body, "Tell me to fuck you, Lace." "Fuck me, Daddy, please fuck me," I whispered, as my heart began pounding. "Oh, I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he said, "I'm gonna give you a fucking you'll never forget!!" Seconds later, Daddy's cock was buried inside me and I fell forward. His shaft was so thick and warm and wasted no time shoving its way right past my tight pussy walls. "Fuck!!! You're tight," he yelled, jabbing my pussy with his thick rod, "God, your mother's cunt never felt like this!!!" I propped myself up on my elbows and pushed backwards, feeding Daddy my slutty pussy. My back arched and my ass pushed out as my arms hugged my sagging tits. My hair fell into my eyes and all I could see was the bed shaking beneath me. "Shit, I wanna fuck you forever, bitch," he yelled, pulling his dick from me, then stuffing it back up my pussy, "I want you to be my secret slut, Lace." "Yes, Daddy, yes," I groaned, trying my best to hold back my orgasm, "Fuck, I'll be your secret slut, Daddy." "Even when I move out," he continued, "I want you to come over and let me fuck you." "Yes, yes, " I promised through heavy breaths, "I'll fucking come over and be your slut." "Goddamn right you will," he hissed, "Even if I have to kidnap you and bring you to my apartment. Your pussy's mine, slut." Just then, Daddy shoved a finger into my asshole, driving it deep and offering no apologies. "OHHHH, GOD!!!!" I screamed, "DADDY!!!!" "Shut up, Lace, the fucking neighbors will hear you," he said, in a very angry tone, "Keep your damn voice down!!" I put my face down into my bed, trying my best to muffle my screams. I had never had anyone's finger up my ass and, needless to say, it hurt!! "Tell me you like my finger in your asshole, bitch," he said, jamming it further inside me and moving it in and out, equal to the rhythm that his dick was fucking my pussy. I lifted my head and whimpered, "Yes, Daddy, fuck yes, I love your finger up my asshole!!" "Good girl," he whispered, driving it in and out, as his dick got thicker, "Daddy's gonna fucking flood you, slut," he said. I began chanting over and over, "Cum in me, Daddy, please, please!!" "Yeah, Daddy's gonna flood your pussy, baby, you want me to get you pregnant? Huh? Tell Daddy to get you pregnant," he hissed, yanking his finger from my ass and gripping my naked hips tightly. "Get me pregnant, Daddy!! Please!! Please!!! Make me have your baby," I cried out, seconds later greeting my own toe curling orgasm. "Fucking take it then, bitch!!!" he hissed, jamming his dick into me, balls deep and holding it there. Just then, my orgasm went into overdrive as Daddy's warm cum jetted through my pussy and slammed into my womb. My eyes rolled into my skull and my body felt lifeless. The room began to spin and all I could hear was Daddy's heavy breathing behind me. "Daaaaaaaaaaaddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed, squirming and whimpering as the most intense orgasm of my life rocked my insides. "That's it, Lace, cum on Daddy's dick," he said, grinning and slapping my ass as his cock began to soften inside me, "Daddy's gonna make you his baby machine, slut." Seconds later, I fell limp on the bed and tried desperately to catch my breath. My heart was banging in my chest and my pussy felt as though I had peed myself from being so wet with Daddy's cum and mine. "Is my angel worn out now," asked Daddy, slowly sliding his flacid cock from my raw pussy. "Yes, Daddy," I whispered breathlessly. He laughed and got up off the bed, slowly pulling his sweat pants back up. "Get your rest, Lace, you're gonna need it later," he said, leaning down and kissing my aching ass before exiting the room. I just laid there, for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. I had actually had sex with my own father!!! The very same man that taught me to ride a bike and tie my shoes had just pulled his dick from my pussy. I slowly began to get my breath back and I sat up on the bed, whincing from the pain of my raw pussy and asshole. I slid off the wrinkled comforter and walked across the hall, to my bathroom, to run a hot shower. I guess time had flown faster then what I realized because I was not under the water more then five minutes, when I heard Mom humming in the bathroom. "Mom???" I asked, poking my head around the shower curtain, "What's going on??" "Pay me no mind, honey," she said, "I'm just looking for some aspirin." I smiled and resumed showering, making sure to wash my pussy a few times. Minutes later, I felt refreshed and turned the water off, emerging from the shower, into the steamy, foggy bathroom. "My, how you've grown," said my mother's voice through the fog. "Mom???" I said, trying to focus my eyes through the steam. "Of course, Lace, who else would it be??" she asked. "What are you doing?" I said, trying to find my towel. "You don't need that," she said, taking my towel and tossing it across the bathroom. It was then, that I noticed, my mother was standing there totally naked. Her pussy was naturally hairy and her tits were enormous!!! Her tummy was a bit flabby, but, by no means, was she fat. She was curvaceous and gorgeous, standing there in all her glory. "Your body is very sexy, baby," she said, walking towards me. "What's going on, Mom?" I asked. It was then, that my question was answered. My mother stepped to me and wasted no time pulling my naked body to hers and kissing me like she kisses Daddy. Our tits pressed together, as well as our pussys, and soon, her hands were on my ass, just as Daddy's had been not even an hour ago. She broke the kiss and demanded that I get on the floor, on my back and spread my legs. I was unsure what to do, but seeing as how I had just had my own father's dick inside me, who was I to object to this? So, I obeyed and took my place on the floor, on my back, awaiting my mother's next request. However, her next request was not in words, it was with motions. She quickly dropped to her knees and assumed the all 4's position, placing her mouth just inches from my fresh, wet pussy. She pushed my legs further apart and leaned down, dragging her tongue across my wet clit. I instantly began moaning. I had never had a woman's tongue anywhere near my body and this was quickly exciting me. She pushed my pussy lips apart, gently spreading them as she licked the folds, occasionally pushing the tip of her nose into my swollen clit. I was so engrossed in what my mother was doing, I had not even noticed that my father had snuck into the bathroom, as well. "I always knew you were a whore, too, Melinda," he said, quickly jolting me from the zone I had fallen into. My mother quickly raised her head and looked over her shoulder, "Leave us alone, John, this does not concern you." "Like hell it doesn't," he snapped, again pulling his sweat pants down and getting on his knees, "Sixty nine her, Melinda, while I fuck that fat, delicious ass of yours." I could not believe this was happening. My own parents were about to have sex with not only me, but with each other, right in front of me. True, this had always been a fantasy of mine, to watch them fuck, but I never dreamed it would ever become a reality. "Fucking do it!!!" ordered my father, pushing my mother forward and twisting her around so that her pussy was right above my mouth. I looked up and there was my father's hairy, tight nut sack, also right above me. I watched him grab her hips and slide his cock into her ass. However, she must have been used to this because she made no sound at all. She arched her back and spread her legs on either side of my head and pushed down. And, before I knew it, her pussy was in my mouth. I reached up and placed my hands on her hips and drove my tongue deep into her pussy folds. Seconds later, her tongue was buried in my pussy again, swirling around inside my cunt walls. I groaned and hummed and blew warm air into her hairy cunt, lapping at the hairy pussy lips and her own swollen clit. She groaned into my pussy and dug her tongue even further, sucking my clit into her mouth and biting down on it, gently. "That's it, you fucking whores," hissed Daddy, "Eat that fucking pussy. You're both nothing but nasty damn sluts!!!" My mother's body shook above me as Daddy pounded away at her asshole. Her clit rose higher and I sucked it into my mouth, gently returning the favor and biting it back. Her cunt became more and more wet and I could tell she was close. Daddy's breathing had become fast and short, just as it had done moments earlier in my bedroom. And, my own orgasm was creeping up, again causing my body to go lifeless. I concentrated on eating my mother's pussy, diving my tongue in and out, lashing it violently, while still trying to hold off my orgasm. "Oh, shit," yelled my father, "I'm gonna fucking cum right in your dirty ass, bitch!!!!" My mother groaned one last time inside my pussy and suddenly there was a warm, sweet liquid all over my mouth, tongue and chin. My mother had just had an orgasm right on my face and this was all it took for me. I began thrusting my hips upwards, feeding my hungry cunt to her mouth, swirling my hips and driving my clit into her nose and teeth. She bit down again and I released my own sweet, warm liquid, returning the favor and feeding my mother. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled my father, slamming his dick into my mother's asshole, one last time, and holding it there firmly while he unloaded his seed into her. My mother spread her legs as if to say, go, and I obeyed that too. I slowly slid out from under her and sat up against the wall, watching my father finish off. He looked at me and licked his lips as he slid his dick from his wife's gaping asshole. "Get up on the counter, Lace," he said, "Spread your fucking legs and let me watch you finger that nasty pussy." As I hopped up onto the counter, my mother sat up on her knees, watching my every move. "Finger it, slut," he ordered, "And, Melinda, you watch her, that's my next wife up there on that counter." My mother began to cry, but I didn't care. I slid three fingers inside my hot cunt and began fingering away, watching the tears roll down her cheeks. "Tell her, Lace," he said, "Tell your mother you're mine now." "NOOO!!!" cried my mother, "Not her, John, anyone but Lacey!!" "Shut up!!" he yelled, "Keep going, slut." Evil Intentions I leaned back on the counter and continued fingering my sloppy wet pussy, driving my slender fingers in and out. I raised my hips and lifted my ass off the counter as yet another orgasm began to make itself known. "That's it, bitch, cum again!!" hissed my father, "Do it!!!" I began to groan and whimper as the room started spinning again. My stomach muscles tightened and my eyes rolled into my skull. "OHHH, OHHHH, OHHHH, DADDY!!!!" I yelled, as my cream exploded again and coated my fingers, causing my body to go limp and shake violently. "Good girl," Daddy whispered, "Now climb down and go get your stuff, you're moving in with me." Again, I obeyed and hopped down off the counter, looking down at my mother, so pathetic on the floor, crying like a baby. I walked past her and out of the bathroom and across the hall, to my bedroom, to gather my belongings. Awhile later, I was all done packing and I took one last look around, knowing I'd never see this room again. I bounded down the steps and found my father waiting by the front door with his own suitcases at his feet. "All ready, baby?" he asked, smiling at me. "Yes, Daddy, I'm ready," I answered. "You both will rot in Hell for this," said my mother, standing in the kitchen doorway, smoking a cigarette, "I predict nothing but heartache for you both." "Take care, Melinda," said my father, opening the front door for me, "Don't let life make you bitter." "OH, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!!" she screamed, running after him, "MAY YOU BOTH FUCKING ROT IN HELL. DON'T EVER COME BACK HERE AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME???? YOU'RE BOTH DEAD TO ME!!!!" I looked back, before I got in my father's truck and I looked at my mother. She glared at me and I gave her an evil glare right back. We could still hear her screaming as we drove away, both of us laughing at her and looking forward to our future together. ********************************** Well, that was a year ago. And yes, my father and I are still together. And yes, I did become pregnant by my father. We welcomed our daughter into the world two months ago. Do I regret any decisions I've made? No. After all, this is MY life. As for my mother, well, she did remarry, but later divorced. The last thing I heard was she moved to Hawaii and is now part owner of a tanning salon. I guess, in the end, everything turned out for the best. She has her tan and I have her husband. What more could a daughter want?