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The Plan

By: aldenbradley



The fact was, our sex life had become routine. I had to do something to spice it up. That called for a plan. 

The plan was to get my wife laid. 

I started slowly, introducing little elements into our infrequent joinings. 

The first thing was the blindfold. 

"What's that for?" my wife asked. 

"Just something a little different. Here. Just try it out." 

It was one of those sleep masks. I slipped it over her blonde head and covered her eyes. Then I crawled out of the bed and stood beside her. I leaned over and quickly took one of her nipples in my mouth. She jumped. 

"Ooo!" she giggled. "I wasn't expecting that." 

"That's the idea," I told her. Next, I dove my tongue into her navel. 

"Oh, my!" she squirmed. 

Next, I let her lie there for a minute or so. 

"Are you still here?" she asked. 

I got very close to her ear. "I'm still here," I whispered. 

She jumped. "You startled me." 

"But, it's fun, isn't it?" 

"Yes, I guess so." 

When I slid my tongue into her wet slit, she groaned. I knew I was on the right track. I ate her for a few minutes, then stood next to her head. I trailed my cock along her lips. She sucked it in, and gave it a few perfunctory swipes with her tongue. 

I climbed on the bed and we fucked like mad for several minutes until she screamed she was coming. I blasted my load inside her. Afterwards, we lay cuddling, the blindfold on the nightstand. 

"How did you like it?" 

"It was good. It's like getting a surprise. I liked it." 

The blindfold became an available tool. 

Next, I introduced the lashings. Made of smooth strips of cloth, my wife protested slightly when I wrapped her wrists together. 

"What are you doing?" she asked. 

"Just trying something new," I told her. "Remember the blindfold? You liked that." 

"But this is different," she protested. 

"Trust me. I'm not going to hurt you." 

I trussed her up and tied the loose end to the bedstead. 

"Now you're all mine," I told her. 

I proceeded to kiss and lick her whole body. She squirmed and heaved, trying to get loose. Well, not really trying, but making a good show of it. This time, she came twice before I blew my load inside her. The bindings became an occasional tool in our little arsenal. 

The next item was the headphones. 

"Tonight we're trying sensory deprivation," I told her. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I'm going to put these headphones on you with the blindfold. You won't be able to see or hear anything. You'll be dependent on your sense of touch." 

The headphones had a built-in radio. I turned it to her favorite station, tested it on myself for loudness, and plunked the earphones over her ears. Blindfolded and unable to hear, I let her lay there for several minutes. Her fingers tapped on the bed in time to the music. Once again, I gently touched, licked and sucked on various sites. Each time she gave a little jump. When I finally dipped my tongue into her slit, she was absolutely soaked. 

I slid easily into her, and she wrapped her legs around me, grabbed my ass and plunged herself up and down my shaft. She was as hot as I had ever seen her. 

I knew the time was right, so I lined up her next partner. 

Our neighbor, Gary, was a well-hung stud. We'd often watched him around his pool. He wore one of those Speedo briefs and bulged significantly. My wife had commented about how disgusting he looked, parading all that meat in front of his wife and the whole neighborhood. 

Gary was astounded at my request. I'd told him I'd been getting her ready for this for nearly three months, and asked him if he'd like to be the one. 

"Hell, yes!" he answered. "But I'd better tell Gina." 

"You'd better not. She'll blab it to Andrea?" 

"Man, if she finds out I did this without telling her, my ass is history." 

"You've done this before?" 

"Well, no. But, we talk about it all the time." 

Gina was a stone fox, dark-haired and thoroughly built. I could see that she'd get a lot of offers. Gary and Gina practically lived in bathing suits all summer. I really enjoyed watching her around her pool. 

"Okay, you can tell her," I said. "But, just don't tell her its Andrea." 

We set it up for Saturday night. I told him to come in the back door after ten. I'd have Andrea all trussed up, blindfolded and silenced by the headphones. When he got there, he could to anything he wanted, but I was going to stay in the room with them. 

When Saturday night came, I told Andrea she was in for a real special treat. "We're going to put it all together tonight," I said. 

I told her to have her shower early and get ready. We'd start the games at around nine-thirty. 

She came out of the shower just after, and pulled the covers off the bed. She reached into the nightstand and took out the blindfold and the bindings. She put on the blindfold herself and lay there waiting for me to get the rest of the gear set up. I wrapped her wrists with the bindings, one for each wrist, this time, and tied them off to the bed. I kissed her flat belly and told her how excited I was. She smiled, and said she was more than ready. 

I put the headphones on her, then left her alone. I set up our videocam next to the bed where I could get good shots of the whole thing. Then I came back to the bed, sucked on her nipples and ate her pussy for a little while, keeping my eye on the clock. I got up just after ten and made way for Gary. 

He came into the room and saw Andrea spread out on the bed, blindfolded and tied off. 

"Holy shit!" he said. "She looks hot!" 

"Hurry up," I told him. "Get your clothes off and get to work." 

Gary stripped in just a minute and walked toward the bed. He looked at me and asked, "Are you sure about this?" 

"I'm sure," I told him. "Get going." 

Gary leaned over my wife and took her nipple in his mouth. Andrea gasped. He slid his fingers over her belly and pushed them through her bush. Then he slid one of his fingers into her hot slit. 

"She is so damn wet!" he told me. 

"I know. I've been getting her primed up." 

Gary kissed Andrea down her belly. His nose dug around in her pubes for a minute. Then he twisted around and drove his tongue into her soaking slit. 

Andrea bucked her hips up to meet him she was so turned on. Gary ate her pussy for a few minutes. His cock was straight and hard. He got off the bed and walked toward her head. He looked at me. 

"Go ahead. She'll suck it if you put it on her lips." 

He dragged his huge meat across my wife's mouth. She opened up for it, then stopped for a second. Then she started sucking and bobbing on it like crazy. 

Gary mouth-fucked Andrea for a little while then pulled away. He slid his fingers into her slit again and played with her. 

I was behind the camera, making sure we got all of it on tape. Then Gary climbed on the bottom of the bed and started crawling up toward her. I could see his cock hanging down as it got closer to my wife's dripping pussy. I knew the moment of truth was fast approaching. 

Gary's cock bumped against Andrea's pussy. She raised her hips up. Then she said, "Give me that great big cock. I want that monster cock of yours." 

Then Gary grabbed his dong and slipped it up and down her slit. He positioned it at her opening and pushed. Andrea groaned as his massive meat split her flesh and plowed up inside her. I focused the camera right there so we could see his cock getting sucked up inside her. 

Andrea went nuts. She was bellowing and pumping her hips, screaming, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" over and over again. 

Gary did his best. He kept pumping his meat inside her, and Andrea kept pushing her hips up to meet him. 

"Untie my goddamned hands," she screamed. 

I leapt toward the bed and grabbed the ties. I undid the knots and let her hands free. Andrea grabbed Gary's hips and pulled his ass toward her, driving his cock as deep inside as it would go. She wasn't screaming anymore. She was just grunting and blowing, sounding like a bitch in heat. Then she groaned real loud and yelled out, "I'm cumming! Make me cum, you motherfucker!" 

I was stunned. Andrea never said a word when we were fucking. She moaned and groaned some, but never said a word. But, now, she was yelling the worst profanity I ever heard her used. 

"Oh, goddamn," she screamed, "Make me cum, you son of a bitch. Fuck me harder." 

Gary was doing his best. I saw beads of sweat rise up on his back as he humped away at my wife. 

"Fuck!" Andrea bellowed. Then she repeated it five or six times, just the one word, real fast. 

She locked her legs around his calves and pumped him hard. 

Then I saw Gary looking nervous. "I'm gonna cum," he warned me. 

"Go for it, man!" I told him, my own cock hard as stone from watching the two of them together. 

"Oh, gawd!" Gary yelled, then pushed himself deep inside Andrea. I could tell he was shooting hot jets of cum way up inside her. 

"Aw, shit!" Andrea screamed. "Oh, goddamn that feels so good!" 

The both of them were breathless and panting when they were done. Andrea tried to turn her head to the side but the earphones wouldn't let her. She ripped them off. 

"That was one hell of a fuck," she said, gasping for air. Then she said, "Thanks, Gary." 

We both froze. She still had the blindfold on. 

"Oh, shit!" Gary said. 

She reached up and pulled it off her head. Then she took Gary's face in her hands, looked into it, smiled, and gave him a real hot and sloppy French kiss. 

"How did you know?" I asked her. 

Andrea shook her head. "You think I'm stupid? The blindfold, the ties, and the earphones? I know you. I know what you think. I know what you read and what you have fantasies about. I figured you were planning something like this. Then, when he put his cock in my mouth, I knew. It's different from yours. No, sweetheart. Gina didn't tell me. I told her." 

"You told her?" I was aghast. 

"Sure did. She said Gary had been acting real squirrelly lately. So, we figured it was him." 

"Oh, shit," Gary said. 

"Then how come you let it happen?" I asked. 

"Did I just get the fucking of my life, or what?" 

"Well, yeah, I guess." 

"Gina put it very succinctly. 'If the boys want to fuck around like this, let's you and me get laid.'" 

"So you're not pissed off?" 

"Not unless you didn't get any of this on that tape." 

"I got it," I assured her. 

"Good. You can get off, now, Gary," she said. 

Gary lifted himself off the bed. Andrea picked up a towel from the nightstand and wiped his cum off her leg. 

"Take your tape and let's go next door," she said. Gina's waiting to see it." 

The Plan



WARNING: If you are not 18 or older, please leave this page immediately.

Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways.

This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further.

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"How often do you masturbate?"

"Heidi!" Maria exclaimed.

"Well?" the Latina persisted.

"Aren't you getting a little personal?"

Heidi backed off for a moment.

Soft sell, she rebuked herself. This one is going to need some gentle prodding. She is not as aggressive sexually as you are. Remember the plan, continued her own mental dialogue.

Heidi was aggressive sexually. She was, 44, Dominican, 5' 9", curly long brown hair with blonde streaks, facially looked a little like porn queen Alicia Rio in the 90s, and possessed large breasts and flaring hips, both measuring 38". If she had a nickel for every cat-call or times she thought about sex, she'd be on her third Ferrari.

"Maria, hon, all I am saying is you need to be good to yourself. It's been almost a year since the divorce, not to mention the years of separation. And unless you're keeping stuff from your best friend—yours truly—you haven't been dating which means you aren't getting any. And if you're not doing it with someone else, you're doing it with yourself and to yourself."

The Italian brunette, who bore a striking resemblance to actress Courtney Cox, was in the kitchen removing coffee cups and dishes from the dining cabinet. She stopped in mid-motion at hearing the comment. She shot a slightly angered glance to her girlfriend through the archway which lead into the living room where Heidi was reclining on the sofa. Maria knew she was right but she hated to admit it. If she lost her hands, she'd loose her sex life. It had been that way since splitting from her ex. She definitely didn't want a relationship, at least not now; she didn't want to get her hurt again. Yet, she did have needs.

During the years of separation, she was able to block out sex by throwing herself into work, and caring for her son. But when her son moved out to the university, and the divorce became final, she could no longer block out The Need. Her hand hands took care of The Need 3-4 times a week. She didn't like a vibrator or dildo. She just let her hands and fingers work their enchantment on her alluringly firm and curvy 41 year old 5' 11" cougar body. She would manually satisfy her 36DD tits and sensitive nipples, while swaying her 35" hips against the bed sheets. In fact she just recently started enjoying tasting herself. Her fingers would ply open her slick, engorged pussy lips, slipping between them, entering into her most desirous and eager opening...pumping slowly at first, and then rapidly while her other hand massaged her large, eager breasts and yearning, hardening teats. She then would remove her cream-covered fingers and quickly put them into her mouth to taste her own tart wetness...licking, sucking. Time seemed to stand still for Maria as she slowly savored her own liquid essence. Sometimes when she self-pleasured, she would remove her sticky digits from between her luscious spread thighs and rub the juices on her erect nipples and puffy areolas. She would then cup that tit and bring the glistening peak to meet her out-stretched tongue and tenderly lick it. She would then provide the same pleasure to the other breast and nipple.

Maria discontinued looking at her friend and turned around to reach upward for the Folgers. Heidi caught this action out of the corner of her eye and watched. Maria's suit skirt was raised as she stretched upward and inadvertently flashed her thighs. The Latina's tongue instinctively and quickly wetted her lips. Heidi definitely liked men and the hardness they brought, but she had no hesitations about "pitching for the other team" occasionally. She often enjoyed the touch...the kisses...the caresses...the licks...the sighs...the taste...of another woman. Occasionally she fantasized about seducing Maria and making sweet Sapphic love to her friend. She could hear Maria, as the Dominican mouth, hands, and tongue roamed that sumptuous Italian body, hesitate strongly at first then meekly, then sighing and appreciatively saying, "Oh yes!"

The sudden sight of her girlfriend's thighs and the previous sexual images and sounds of Heidi's personal fantasy, initiated the start of moistness in her panties. This brought her mind back to reality. As much as she wanted to jump her friend, Heidi maintained control.

"The plan. Stick with the plan. There will be time for loving Maria later." Heidi smiled as her friend soon walked toward her with two cups of coffee.

The two women were great friends for over twenty years. They worked as office administrators for two separate attorneys in the same firm. This Thursday evening they had dinner together after work and returned to Maria's for coffee and homemade Italian pastries.

As the two women enjoyed the coffee and pastries, Heidi offered a suggestion. "You know my boyfriend?"

"Yeah. You told me a little about him. He's Italian and good looking. Gio is his name, right?"

"Right. I didn't mention that he's 23 and hung like a horse."

Maria's became shocked. "Twenty-three?! He's old enough to be your son!"

"Well, he's not my son. He's young, gorgeous and besides having a cock that's just a little over 8 inches—yes I measured it—he has a tongue and mouth that eats me out like a buffet dinner."

"Heidi!"

"Oh for Pete's sake, Maria! Stop with that 'babe in the woods' routine. I remember you in college—you weren't exactly spending Saturday nights at the campus library. And considering that dream you had earlier this year—"

Maria's face became even more shocked. Why would her best friend bring up the illicit dream she had after promising not to mention it again? "Heidi, you said you never would speak of that again!"

The Latina's tone softened. "I know and I am sorry if you're hurt. I didn't mean to. But you are in a major social funk. Actually it's a sexual funk. Maria, you are a MILF. You're attractive in the face, you have a killer body. Shit--you look like a famous actress! You have an incredible personality. You're a gorgeous, desirable woman who should be good to herself and get laid...re-laid and parlayed...by a stud. And what better stud is there for us 40-somethings than a handsome, 20-something guy? So many 20 year olds love an older woman. I can tell you that from personal experience with Gio."

Maria was quiet. Then spoke: "Maybe you're right."

"No, I know I am right!" Heidi stated emphatically. She in turn became quiet, letting all her words sink into her friend's head. She continued.

"Let me speak with Gio. See who he knows."

Maria's eyes were doe-like. A small grin appeared on her face. She remained silent.

"Don't worry, hon. We'll get you what you need. And fast!" She, also smiling, leaned in to hug Maria. The two women wrapped their arms around each other.

Mmm, her tits are just as big and soft as mine, the Dominican silently summarized.

Heidi let three days go by without mentioning anything about this conversation to Maria. Heidi wanted her friend hungry...sexually hungry, actually sexually starving. At the office, the Latina kept the conversation strictly work-related. When Maria called at home, she didn't answer. The next day she would apology to Maria and explain, in a hushed voice that Gio was "playing Postman", giving her "a special delivery." Then the next night Heidi turned it up a notch and phoned her friend.

Maria saw Heidi's number on the caller id. She picked it up on the second ring.

"Hi," she happily greeted, deep down wondering what progress her friend had for her.

"Hi, Maria," Heidi replied in a husky tone, then began to breathe heavily.

The Italian instantly became alarmed. "Heidi, what's wrong?" Over the receiver the heavy breathing became interspersed with soft sighs.

"Heidi, are you ok?"

"Ahh, ewww, I am more than ok. I am absolutely perfect," she exhaled into the phone.

Maria's concern became confusion. "Heidi, what's going on?"

"Ah, ahhhh, oh yes! Stick your tongue in it. Stick your tongue in it!" Shock overtook the Italian's facial expression and her mouth was open, aghast.

"Ohhhhh, Maria, honey, Gio's eating me out."

Maria was at a literal loss for words.

Heidi heard the silence and grinned to herself. She picked up her erotic exhalations. "Ooohhhhh! Aahhhhhh!"

The Italian was finally able to croak out a quivering protest. "Heidi. Um, I am not so sure I should be hearing this. Why, er, why did you call while Gio's with you?

Heidi ignored the expected the objection. "Ohhh, girlfriend. His tongue and lips are all over my sopping cunt. He feels like he wants fuck me with his face! Ay, ayyyyyy! Ay mi hombre! Que bueno! Me come! ME COME!! " (Oh! Oh, my man. How good! Eat me. EAT ME!)

Maria collapsed in the recliner in her bedroom. Her tongue immediately took a swipe over her upper lip. Then she gently bit her lower lip. She felt a warm sensation between her legs. She cradled the phone in the right crux of her neck so that her hands instantly reached up under her t-shirt for her braless breasts. Her hands cupped each bountiful tit and gave them a needed, caring squeeze.

"Si, Gio! Come tu mammi! Ay! Yes, oh! Eat your mammi!"

Maria began rubbing the flats of her hands and fingers over her exuberant nipples. She stopped a few times to pinch the enlarging teats...while her girlfriend continued being eaten out over the phone. The Italian removed her right hand from under the shirt and brought it to her mouth, frantically licking the palm and fingers. She hurriedly returned it back under the T-shirt and maddeningly rubbed the slobbering bottom of her hand across both nipples and areolas. Her left hand did the same thing. Her right hand had lifted the t-shirt over her breasts, bearing the quaking mammaries to the cool night air and adding to the sensation of her saliva rubbings.

Like a pizza maker, she kneaded her breasts. She did so lovingly, but urgently. The saliva had dried up, but it was sense of her own touch, inspired by this X-rated call, that had her piercing blue eyes rolling up into her head as she soared to carnal pleasure. The warm sensation between her thighs turned into an ache. She caressed each breast, then pressed the two together. Caressed, then pressed...the soft and fervent pair. Next she could feel the fingers moving across the bumpy surface of her areolas. Then they split apart around the point of each of her swollen nipples. She was gentle in pinching the erase-like nubs. Maria felt like she was in delirium.

Heidi returned the phone to her ear. She could hear soft whimpers through the earpiece. "Maria, are you playing with yourself."

The whimpers continued a few more seconds, then were followed by a brief and labored, "Yes."

Heidi immediately thrusted her sopping sex into her lover's face. "Maria is playing with herself!" she announced to Gio. The young stud looked up over Heidi's public mound, his face smeared with her liquid love, and smiled heartily. He mouthed "What is she doing exactly?"

"What are you exactly doing?" inquired the Dominican, at the same time she gently pushed his face back down into her gushing twat.

"Playing with my breasts and nipples," she hissed. Moisture in her cunt doubled.

"You're playing with your breasts and nipples," she repeated for her man. This caused the 23 year old to shove his left index and middle fingers into Heidi's pulsating pussy. She responded.

"Uggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Maria was startled, "What happened, Heidi?!"

"Oh, sweetheart, what Gio just did," she teased, without giving full disclosure.

"WHAT DID HE DO?" the Italian practically screamed as her hands rubbed, weighed, and massaged her enflamed breasts non-stop.

"He--" The Latina was genuinely going to tell her friend what her lover did, when he did something additional and immediate.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOUR BOYFRIEND DO?!"

Heidi was stammering her reply. "Gio, Gio stuck two fingers in me...when I told him you were playing...with... with your breasts and nipples. Then, then he began licking at my clit." The Dominican's breathing was arduous.

Maria's eyes were enlarged and blinked several times at the pornographic explanation.

"What?" Heidi asked Gio.

"Ohhhhhh! He wants you to play with your pussy now while he eats mine!!"

The Italian lunged like a caged animal off the chair, dropping the cordless phone in the process. She was in heat now...white hot, sexually charged heat. In all the times she masturbated, she never felt like this. She surmised it was due to this call. She felt an arousal like never before. Her fingers flew to her belt buckle and in almost nanoseconds her belt was opened as were the jeans, which were heaved down her long, tapered legs in one swoop along with her damp panties. She anxiously stepped her bare feet out of the bundle, removed her t-shirt, picked up the phone and sat back down in the recliner, naked. She adjusted the chair so it leaned as far back as possible, and swung her ankles over the arm rests, splaying herself open like a centerfold. She put the phone back into the crux of her neck, and laid the palms of her hands onto the inside of her sexy thighs.

"Sorry about that. I dropped the phone to get out my jeans and t-shirt. I am totally nude with my legs wide open."

"Rub your cunt, baby," Heidi seductively commanded, "Rub it while Gio licks my clit."

Maria lowered her right hand first onto her pubic mound, her palm sliding through the small amount of trimmed black pubic hair and downward to the hot, moist opening.

"Uhhhh," the Italian exhaled.

"Does it feel good?" her girlfriend inquired in between her own panting.

"It sure does. It feels awesome!", she cooed. "Ah. Oh! Tell me what Gio's doing now."

"Oooohhhhhh! He's thumbed open my pussy lips and is lapping at my clit."

Maria's fingers began stroking her own cuntal petals. Up and down...down and up her digits slid along the pink, glossy lips, careful not to delve into the frothy crevice. At least not for now. Occasionally they moved circularly over the ecstatic labia, and then returned to an up and down stroke. The hand and fingers, now covered in her dripping sauce, went upward toward her face. The Italian's mouth encased around all the syrupy fingers except the thumb, slowly pulling them out. She then stuck the dewy thumb into her mouth and continued relishing in her feminine flavor.

While she licked off her own secretion, her other hand descended to the blazing, aching gash and administered the same type of treatment: finger tips and the bottom of fingers gliding along the drooling, heated sex lips in northerly, southerly and circular motions...continuing not to slip into the sweltering hole.

"Mmmmm," purred Maria. She could smell her own heady, sex scent. It titillated her. She could also feel her nectar leak out, smearing her thighs and the recliner upholstery. She moved her rear deeper into the chair, and deeper into the oncoming wetness.

Heidi, lost in her own ecstasy, realized her friend was still on the phone pleasuring herself. "Oh, baby. I'm sorry. Gio is doing such a number on my cunt. I'm flooding the bed like Niagara Falls."

"Me too, sweetheart. All over my recliner."

"You're playing with your pussy?!"

"Si, senorita. Playing with myself. Ahhhhh! Tasting myself!." The Latina's eyes widen when she heard a slow slurping sound. "Now," Maria continued "I am fucking myself!" At which the Italian sent her left middle finger into her pulsing, sopping wet slit.

"Gio! Maria is fucking herself!" she joyfully announced.

Her young stud responded by tongue lashing her upturned clitoris. His tongue action was one of determination...and pure animal fever. He always loved eating out his mamma sita. She WAS a hot--smoking hot--MILF. But this: feasting on her cunt while her equally hot cougar friend is on the phone listening and masturbating, brought the young man to an unknown level of lustful excitement.

The divorced beauty's middle finger had gotten into a steady rhythm, in and out...out and in, of her fiery, overflowing vagina. Her fingering was like a Texas oil rig on steroids. The more she fucked herself, the more she moaned. It seemed like it was a race between Maria's groans and the squishy, sucking reverberation from between her spread legs.

"Ahhhhh! Oh! Ahhhh! Yesssss!"

"Oh that's it, Gio. That's it! Oh you're so fucking good!

Each woman could hear the other's delight. But each woman was lost in her own world.

Maria's cunt was a swamp, drenched completely in the continuous release of her juices. It was also a swamp that was on fire...raw, primal fire. She hurriedly brought the creamy digit to her pouting mouth and sucked off her own ambrosia. Her other hand, in the meantime, instantaneously went to work rubbing the mons heatedly. Her hand and pussy needed each other. They wanted each other. Energized fingers hurriedly strummed the puffy labia. The middle finger slid into the sweltering, frothy opening and pistoned like there was no tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Heidi was being orally ravished by Gio. His lips still planted around her electrified snatch while he steadily fluttered his tongue against the excited clit. His entire face, and mouth had been covered in so much of the her sap, along with his throat which was happily treated to the descending liquid. The Dominican was now bouncing her generous hips up and down on her bed.

Maria's wailing intensified. "I'm going to cum! Oh yes! I'm going to cum, Heidi."

"Me too, sweetie. Ugghhhh!"

On one side of the telephone conversation, the finger fucked faster. On the other side, the tongue flayed insanely.

The Italian peaked first, by less than a minute. "Aaaahhhhhhhh! Yeahhhhhhhhh! Ohhh!"

Her friend then joined her with "Aaaayyyyyyy, papi! Ayee, Siiiii! Aaaayyyyyy!"

As the two cougars eventually returned from their respective orgasms, their individual breathing became regular. Each felt a magnificent after-glow. Maria spoke first.

"That was WONDERFUL!"

"Yes it was, wasn't it?"

"Oh, thank you for calling, Heidi."

"You're welcome. But don't thank me yet. Thank me after Saturday night. That's going to be the night."

"Really?" Maria squealed. "Gio found someone?"

"Ah-uh. Really nice guy. In his early 20s, handsome, and built like a Greek god."

"Ohh. Sounds very nice."

"Sleep well, my love," Heidi hushed.

"You too. See you tomorrow at work."

"Bye."

The two exchanged short kisses over the phone.

********

Saturday night Heidi picked up Maria and brought her back to her place. When the two entered the house, the immediate scent of French vanilla hit Maria. It was a light smelling incense, yet slightly pungent. She smiled at her friend who was locking the door.

"French vanilla? Mmm. How did you know I liked French vanilla?"

"You're always drinking that flavored coffee at the office. I just put 2 and 2 together. Now go on in the living room." The sound of the Italian's 3 inch black pumps clicked along the wood hallway until she got onto the rug in the living room. She sat down on the sofa.

The sound of clicking in the hallway returned, from Heidi's stilettos. She walked in after her friend.

"Do you want anything to drink?"

"No, I am good. I am good." There was a touch of apprehension in her voice.




The Plan



Heidi followed suit and refrained from drinking. She moved to the wall opposite the couch and turned on the CD player. Barry White began to preach.

I've heard people say that

Too much of anything is no good for you, baby

(Oh no) But I don't know about that

The sexy Dominican swung around from the stereo to look at her girlfriend. She gave Maria a seductive, knowing grin. Then she walked, ever so slightly...strutted, to the sofa.

There's many times that we've loved

And we've shared love and made love

It doesn't seem to me like it's enough

Heidi sat right next to Maria, leg to leg. Each woman wore a dress that would be seen in a club. Maria had on a jet-black silk mini with spaghetti straps. Her enormous tits, braless, appeared as if they would leap out over the top of the dress any moment. Heidi donned an off-the shoulder dress, sky blue, which offered a generous view of her tan, and profound cleavage. It also was short skirted. Both pairs of legs were long and bare. Both pairs of nipples were hardening, poking through the dress fabrics. Both pussies, each encased in a thong, started to moisten.

Heidi gazed at Maria, and took her hand into her own. She squeezed the Italian's hand and smiled. Maria returned the smile. Both grins were dazzling, and reflected nervous anticipation.

It doesn't seem to me like it's enough

There's just not enough of it

There's just not enough (Oh, oh, babe)

Heidi, still maintaining her eye-contact with Maria, announced, "Gio, come on out!"

The strapping 6', 2" young man came sauntering out, hips swinging to Can't Get Enough of Your Lovin', Babe," from the bedroom through the hallway which led to the living room. He was clad only in a tan G-string, black Zorro mask and lack sombrero.

Maria's mouth dropped, not just at this emerging hunk, but that it was her friend's boyfriend.

"Heidi, Gio?"

"Sure. I told you he knows someone. He knows himself." She gave a shrewd wink.

"But, but, he's your boyfriend."

"The only but you have to worry about is his." Heidi squeezed her friend's hand again, ever so slightly rubbing the coupled hands along the top of Maria's thigh. The two ladies returned to watching him.

Gio was now dancing in front of both women. The dark-haired stud moved his hips in time with the song. He bared a devilish grin at the two. He glanced briefly at his girlfriend, then cast his vision solely on Maria. She was enraptured with him. Her eyes, like the song, couldn't get enough of this fine specimen of twenty-something male youth. Her mind was a whirlwind.

Is it the chiseled chest? The six-pack abs? The swaying hips? The well-developed shoulders? The muscular thighs—spread? All impressive, most impressive. The Zorro themed disguise? A nice, seductive touch. Even with the mask and hat, Maria could tell he was good looking with lush hair. But for a woman who has been sex-starved for so long, what is the natural "center of attention?" Wow! He's not even hard but you can tell he's got a package UPS couldn't deliver. She visually relished the curved bulge in the front of Gio's G-string.

My darling, I can't get enough of your love babe

Girl, I don't know, I don't know why

Can't get enough of your love, babe

Heidi looked at Maria. She could see her friend zone out on her man's meat. She chuckled to herself, then called to him.

"Gio, Maria was talking before about 'but'. Why don't you show her yours?"

Zorro nodded, and turned around, then spread his tree limb-like legs. Maria's heart skipped a beat and she literally lost her breath when she saw the tight, curved male ass. Placing his hands on his hips, the dancer rocked his tush sexily to and fro in tune with the song.

Heidi enjoyed seeing Maria swallow and then lick her lips. She put her mouth next to Maria's ear.

"You'll never see buns like that in a deli—si or no?"

"Si," Maria uttered in agreement, her eyes plastered to the grooving male bottom.

The masked man leaned forward, allowing his backside to ride high in the air at the two adoring MILFs. He thought he heard the Italian one gasp. He touched his spread ankles, and began swinging his entire lower body...left to right, right to left.

"Ohhh," Maria appreciated.

Heidi inched her face closer to the side of her friend's. "Now that's a spread, isn't it?" quizzed the Latina, letting the bottom of her lip delicately graze Maria's earlobe.

The Italian's voice was parched. "It certainly is."

Heidi lingered near the ear. She paused, then inquired in a hushed tone, "Are you wet?"

The answer was immediate, "Yes."

"Me too," responded Heidi, at which she pulled her face away from Maria's, letting her lips drag along her cheekbone. Maria was undistracted from her viewing pleasure.

As the last strains of Barry White's signature number emanated from the CD player, Zorro gradually ceased moving his ass. He stood up straight, the G-string material firmly clenched in his tight butt cheeks, and put his hands on hips again. He froze, allowing both ladies to take one last view at his derrière. He lifted his right hand to his hat, took it off his head tossing the sombrero to the side. Herb Alpert's Rise, another sexy song from the 70s, began. It is 7 minutes, 36 seconds of pure erotic, and musical seduction. The dancer turned around.

Maria's eyes widened in delight. The bulge in the G-string had increased...significantly. The flimsy material had stretched forward from before, allowing for the growth in Gio's penis. She could also make out the small stain on the front of the Speedo-like outfit. He shot the beautiful Italian flirtatious glances and smoldering stares.

Gio, still wearing the black mask, locked his hands behind his head and smiled confidently at Maria. He started undulating his hips to the seductive jazz sound, and occasionally thrusted out his crotch...in Maria's direction. He was getting turned on incredibly as he seduced this hot cougar. His cock lurched forward more, increasing the stretch of the G-string fabric which still managed to keep the entire length of his schlong concealed. The stain in the front increased as he oozed out more pre-cum.  

He knew both beauties were horny, but it was clearly obvious who was more so. Maria's breathing was beyond heavy, which in turn accentuated her turgid nipples, as her breasts heaved up and down through the dress top. He locked his eyes on her, and sauntered to her. Their eyes never left each other.

He put his left leg up on the couch armrest, his thighs lean and strong-looking. Gio began to sensuously grind his expanding crotch a mere inch or so from Maria's face. She was initially flabbergasted, but quickly became appreciative. She thought she could actually hear the G-string enhance to allow for his growing erection. She could see the frontal spot widen, realizing he was leaking. She could also catch the initial whiff of his male scent. Gio, looking down at her, felt like he caught a winning touchdown as he saw her lick her lips.

Gio adjusted his footing and leaned in more, using his hands for support on the back of the sofa. His crotch was now, literally, in Maria's face...or, more precisely, against her mouth. He slowly grazed his thong-covered erection along her open lips.

This startled Maria. Yet, her mouth remained open, allowing for the hidden, wondrous prick and balls to glide across her lips and chin. She wickedly felt the pre-jizz spot. She enthusiastically inhaled the youthful musk. She lecherously viewed the penis grow to its full length.

The primal need for sexuality had been struck like a match within Maria and now, as Gio rubbed his jewels over her lower face, that need was getting intensified. She nuzzled her mouth against the young crotch. She then planted kissed all over the protrusion. She kissed the underneath, knowing she was attending to his bouncing testicles. Her kisses proceeded upward, along the cloth-covered member. Along the way, she flicked out the tip of her tongue against the stalk. She could feel the cock pulsate at this. Then she flattened her tongue to travel along the quivering shaft.

"Ohhh, that feels good," the young man sighed appreciatively.

Maria felt a thrill coarse throughout her body. It wasn't just a sexual thrill. It was the thrill of being the teasing pleasurer. For the past ten minutes—and the other night on the phone—she was being teased and pleased. Now, she was in control! And she loved it. The animal in her was released.

Maria's hand cupped through the G-string the balls that throttled before her. She tentatively grazed her manicured finger nails across their round shapes. She then rubbed the encased plumbs, giving both a fair share of attention.

"Ugh! That's it! Rub my balls! Aghh!"

Thanks to her skillful manipulation of Gio's balls, Maria caused the top of his cock to peer out from under the G-string. Her eyes became wide as saucers. The pinkish head was mushroom-shaped and large. It was shiny from the pre-cum, and it pulsated from under the stringy cloth. As if on cue, Maria sent out her tongue, from the still-covered middle of the shaft, up to the bare penile tip.

Giant shivers ran throughout the male body. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He sighed at the initial tongue lap.

The first thing Maria immediately realized was the taste of Gio's pre-jizz. It was over five years since she tasted male cum, let alone being this orally close to a man's pole. Her tongue licked again...then again. The memory of her performing oral sex on a man was no longer a memory.

"That's it. Lick my cock! Lick it!" It was a hybrid of a command and a plea.

The shuddering penis-head was now sailing across Maria's tongue as she allowed it through her wet lips...then out...then back in. She tugged the G-string down, and the entire youthful organ, balls and all, leaped out of the cloth. The cockhead popped out of her mouth. This was unintended, but it allowed her to now see the entire length of the schlong. With half-lids for eyes, she cooed.

"Oh, Gio. You have such a nice...big...fat...cock!."

She gazed upon the virile prick with awe, like it was discovered buried treasure. In a sense, for her, it was. She handled it like it was priceless work of art...very carefully. She let the sole of her hand lightly touch the pink stalk. She was hesitant for a few seconds. Her eyes, fixed on the steel-hard dick, were awonder. Her mouth formed into a silent "Oh."

It has length AND girth. Hmmm, Her mind appraised and approved.

The touch of her hand now became assured, the palm gliding up and down the span of hard, naked male flesh. After a few seconds of this, she looked up at Gio with resolve and hunger.

"You better get rid of that Speedo-wanna-be and stand up straight, mister!" She advised with conviction, and a mischievous grin.

He complied instantaneously. He took his foot off the sofa, stood up, and shot down his G-string to around he ankles. He stood back up straight, his hard-on and balls bouncing and bobbing. Then he stepped out of the discarded material, legs slightly parted, hands at his sides.

Maria was awe-struck at seeing this beautiful young man completely nude, his prick and testes now ceasing their swaying. He was gorgeous! An image of Michelangelo's statue, David, popped into her head.

"Stand back," she directed.

Gio moved a wide foot back. She stood up, her eyes still upon him. There was the sound of a zipper, spaghetti straps were descended, and Maria's black mini-dress was a heap around her ankles. She kicked the bundle to the side. She now faced Gio, naked except for her high heels and a sodden, clinging thong. He saw her wavy hair was a little passed her shoulders and almost the same color as his. Her face was gorgeous and belied her age. He gawked at the huge rack, the legs that seemed to go on forever, the stained panties, the look of sexual starvation. It was now Gio's turned to be dumbfounded.

Moving sleekly like a panther, the divorced Italian dropped to her knees in front of Gio, took hold of his stiff cock with her right hand while her left cradled his ball-sack, and directed the head of his dick back into her awaiting and yearning mouth.

The young stud gazed downward. He watched this beautiful, sex-starved woman tantalize his penis. As her mouth worked its sensual magic, she seemed to be in a world of her own. He stared as her tongue licked his pecker, and then her mouth sucked him inside. He became dazed as she moved her head back a bit, shallowed her cheeks, and enabled the tip of his cock to graze against the back of her throat. Gio tossed his head back when she caressed his nuts, handling them like fine china, and then orally adoring the shivering orbs. It was an adoration consisting of kisses and licks to the pair.

"Hmmmm. Smells so good," she appraised his musky aroma in between a kiss and lick.

She then softly pulled back his huge prick with her hand, and flicked her tongue at the spot where penis and testicles connect. He expelled guttural moans when she deep-throated him...in and out of her delirious mouth.

Next she returned to the prick's top. She took the bulbous head into her mouth. At first she gently sucked it, then slobbered over the spongy cap, furiously bathing it with a cascade of saliva. Her tongue then licked around the crown, teasing the sensitive skin where the head and shaft meet. Finally, she would use her teeth to put a little yet exquisite pressure around the edges. All the while, her cunt has releasing another round of oils into the gusset of her thong.

She felt his hands on the top of her head. He began running his fingers through her thick hair, manually encouraging her. She returned to intaking the entire breath of his prick into her mouth, sucking it with whorish zeal.

"Ugh! Ah! Oh!" he stammered, causing her to mentally smile at herself (I haven't lost my touch—literally!), and pick up her oral tempo.

Deep, driven slurping sounds echoed throughout the room. It was the only sound for several seconds. Then Gio complimented, in a voice that was raucous and delirious.

"Ohhhh, Mom! You are simply magnificent!"

Maria's eyes blinked. Her mouth was still suckling feverishly a few seconds more, then very slowly. It then stopped completely, though the penis was still in her mouth. She ascended her eyes. The young man had taken off his mask and looked down at her. It was her son, John—Gio short for Giovanni, which is Italian for 'John.'

Still looking up at him, she dropped her jaw in shock, at the same time his dick slipped out of her mouth. She was mortified.

"John?! Oh nooo! It can't be. John, it's you!" Maria shrieked. "No! No!"

The man who excited her by eating out her best friend the other night over the phone...who just stripped and teased her to new erotic heights...whose luscious dick and balls she was now sucking...was her own son!

She remained on her knees in front of John, still looking at him, hands planted to the floor, and repeated. "Nooooo!!!"

Heidi, who had removed all her clothes and had been fingering her cunt and playing with her breasts during the strip and fellatio, sprung off the sofa and kneeled next to Maria in front of him.

The Italian spun her head to peer at Heidi with seething anger. "You! My best friend! How the fuck could you let me do this?! How could you? You knew all along, didn't you?!"

In a calm and reassuring voice Heidi responded, "Yes, Maria. I knew all along. Of course I did. Gio, er, John asked me to arrange it."

"Mom," he interjected, still nude towering over his mother and now Heidi, "let me explain." The deflation of his erection had begun, as his Adam's apple shot up and down in fearful preparation to speak. Maria's snarling glare at the Latina shifted upward at her son.

"Heidi told me about your dream."

The parent's face immediately softened, though still maintaining a pissed-off appearance.

"Well, let me backtrack. You know after you and Dad separated, I had to start college. For an internship, they sent me to Italy at the University of Bologna. Remember—I told you?"

She slowly nodded, never taking her angry eyes off of his.

"While I was there, I had a torrid love affair with a beautiful, older woman. She was sexy, divorced, and looked incredibly like you. Our time together was hot, fun-filled, and short. She left for a high-paying gig with GE. But my time with her made me think of you, both as a son should...and as a son shouldn't. Toward the end of our relationship, when we made love, I thought of you."

His semi-flaccid prick gave an upward twitch at the last statement. This caught Maria's eye, but she resumed looking at her still-talking son.

"I thought I was making love you to, Mom. I always thought of you as a beautiful woman, never sexually though. You were just 'mom', an attractive mother. But something in this woman made me think of you, want you, want to love you like a lover. The incest of it...the illicit nature, just made it all the more hot."

Maria's facial expression was no longer one of anger. She looked perplexed.

"After college, I returned and started dating Heidi. She saw how lonely you were, and eventually informed me about the dream you had...about you and me."

Maria took a deep swallow as her mind recalled the taboo images she had a year ago. In the dream, she was taking a shower, soaping herself. The soaping became more intense and developed into self-pleasuring. Soon the shower door slid open. She turned around in surprise. John stood outside of the tub without a stitch of clothing on and hard as a diamond.

"Oh! John." She exclaimed.

There was a short pause.

Then he spoke, "Traffic was backed up on Route 69." He entered the stall.

Somewhat apologetically she replied, "Well I'm sorry. I couldn't wait for you. You know how horny I get when you're not here by six"

"It's ok, mom," he said with a knowing smile. They embraced and made hot, passionate, forbidden love under the cascading shower water.

Maria, now sitting on her knees, looked sheepishly toward the living room rug. "I was so embarrassed by that dream."

"But you don't have to be embarrassed anymore!" Heidi jubilantly offered. Maria looked at her. "He wants you as much as you want—and need—him."

Dejectedly she responded, "But Heidi. It's all wrong. The dream. Tonight. It's all wrong. It's incest."

"Well, you know what they say?" the Dominican quipped with a chuckle, "'Incest is best.' Seriously, you two have a history of wanting each other. You both want each other. Shouldn't you both have each other?"

She paused to gage them. She could see John wanted it very much. She knew this for a fact, as she often chided him while in bed, "You want to fuck your mother, don't you?" He would always nod. He fucked or ate out Heidi with increased gusto after this question or the suggestion, "Imagine I am your mother." She could see Maria was on the fence, mulling it over. Heidi took notice of how her friend looked silently at John's face, and did a couple of quick glances at her son's genitals.

Time to tip her off the fence. In a low voice, Heidi spoke, more to her girlfriend.

"It's more than obvious you both want each other. You both want to...touch each other...taste each other...love each other." She let the statements hang in the air for a moment then continued.

"John, you do think your mother is good looking, right?"

The answer was immediate and emphatic. "She is a MILF goddess and cougar queen."

Maria's face lightened and she unexpectedly smiled, her eyes sheepishly cast upward at his eyes.

"Maria, you do think John—as a man—is handsome, correct?" Heidi closely viewed her friend. The Italian's eyes quickly scanned over her son's physique, lingering a few seconds on his sex, returning back to his eyes.




The Plan



Yes! Heidi silently cheered to herself at Maria's visual action.

"Oh yes," Maria answered, her voice much huskier. "My son is an absolute, gorgeous hunk." She paused, then continued, "And hung like a fire-hose!" As if having ears of its own, John's prick twitched again. Maria's face formed a small, naughty grin.

Heidi leaned across Maria and grabbed the Italian's right hand and placed it on the base of her son's semi limp shaft. Heidi lightly squeezed her own hand, in turn causing Maria to gently take hold of John's member.

"Isn't John's cock a thing of beauty?" she questioned into her friend's ear. Her hand guided Maria's to gradually stroke it up and down.

"Ewww, yes!" was her throaty answer. Her eyes were affixed on the wondrous sausage.

Sensing Maria didn't need any more prodding, Heidi released her grip of Maria's hand. She smiled openly as the Italian gave a firmer grasp to her son's manhood and slowly jerked him off. The Latina licked her lips as John's firmness was returning. She shot a quick glance at his face. His chin was down, eyes shut, and he wore a big smile.

Maria was returning in that world she was in, just a few minutes ago...the world of manually pleasing a man. The fact that this man was her 23 year old son didn't bother her anymore. In fact it enlivened her, its forbidden and taboo nature delivering a thrill she never ever experienced. The sexual tiger in her had been released...for good this time.

The skin of John's shaft felt warm, almost hot in her hand. The spongy head seemed to expand and the vein pulsated as Maria moved her hand up and down her son's penis. The rising phallus was throbbing right in front of her face, growing before her very eyes. She licked her lips as she brought back the hardness...along with the pre-jizz bubbling up again at the top.

Maria used her other hand to cup John's testicles. They were sweaty and also heavy. She illicitly pondered about all the cum inside of them now...and in the future.

The young man bellowed his opinion. "Ugghhh, Mom! Ohhhh, you do that real good!"

Heidi just remained kneeling next to Maria, one hand diddling between her own thighs. The other hand was absentmindedly stroking the outside of John's closest thigh to her, her eyes cast upon the incestuous action before her.

Maria could no longer take it. She had to take this young cock back in her mouth, knowing full well it was has her son's. She wickedly loved this realization. She tossed back her head, letting the black wavy mane dance sexily in the air, arching her eye brow at John. His mouth was open and looked like he was going to drool.

She forwarded her face into his groin, his muskiness completely overpowering her nasal senses. Her mouth opened and enveloped the upper half of the virile, young cock. The instant taste of pre-cum was scintillating. Her lips stretched as she pushed the massive tool into her mouth. She bent her head back a little so he could slide it in deeper. He saw this and slowly shoved forwarded his pelvis. Both of them could feel the head of his prick touch the back of her throat.

"Holy shit!" John yelled groaningly.

There was a pause in movement on the part of the new-found lovers. It was almost entirely for Maria. She adjusted her lips, and her kneeling stance for comfort. She then proceeded to suck off her son like a Hoover vacuum gone wild. Her head frantically bobbed up and down, down and up.

"Hmmmmmmm," she sighed in delight.

She then suckled the penile tip, lapped at the shaft, laved his balls, then returned to deep-throating the whole 8 ¼ inches. A mixture of saliva and pre-jizz dribbled down her chin.

John was almost in a delirium. "Oh mom! Oh mom! YESSS! Keeping suck! Urgh! Ah! I am going to cum! I am going to cum right...NOW!"

Maria's head moved back in surprise at the force of the initial ejaculatory salvo. But she successfully kept most of the dick in her mouth. The hot milk hit the back of her throat. She swallowed just in time for the second blast. She relaxed her throat muscles as the cockhead belched wave after wave of cream into her mouth. There was so much of it, the thick white liquid dripped out of mouth and ran down his balls.

"Yes! Yes!," John cheered as he exploded into his mother's mouth as she continued making love to his spewing prick.

Maria felt so sinful. She thirsted for this young semen; it had been so, so long since she tasted cum. John's ejaculation was creamy, luscious, and a little salty. Her thirst was greatly quenched, as she gulped and swallowed as much of the precious emulsion. The dribbling out of her mouth now dotted and streaked her breasts and thighs.

The incestuous, sex-crazed mother milked her son to the literal last drop. As John's dick began to soften she pushed her face deeper into his crotch, mashing her face against his balls. When she finally let his spent rod slide out of her mouth, her face was bathed in perspiration and streaked with heavy globs of spunk. Maria licked her foamy lips, scooped the white goo off her face, and sucked off all ten fingers. She raised her eyes upward to him.

"Oh, John! Baby! Your cum tastes so good! Hmmmm," She felt wicked satisfaction, seeing John's breathing just now slowing down, along with his "Oh's" and "Ah's."

Maria turned to Heidi. "Oh my friend! Thank you for bringing to me my son! Thank you for making me realize how much I want and need him as a woman." The two women peered at each other. She planted a grateful peck on Heidi's right cheek.

The Dominican felt the kiss...felt the jizz and its sticky impression on her facial area. It sent an electric, erotic bolt to her mind and twat, which began to immediately tingle. She leaned in to reciprocate the kiss.

Maria turned her head, offering the side of her face to Heidi. She fixed a short kiss on the Italian's cheek. She quickly then replanted her lips to Maria's face next to the corner of her mouth, hastily sliding her Latin lips to it. Heidi covered the divorcee's mouth with her own and slithered her tongue into Maria's mouth. The familiar taste and rich liquidity of John's spunk instantly struck her as Heidi's tongue danced inside of the Italian mouth.

The Italian, greatly surprised by this unexpected motion, immediately withdrew her mouth from Heidi's. John's eyebrows raised when he viewed a thin strand of his semen appear and break apart between the two women's mouths.

"Heidi, what are you doing?!" questioned the startled Maria. She dribbled out another little piece of her son's jizz as she moved her head back.

"Tasting your son on your lips...your full, sexy lips," Heidi countered, letting her eyes openly scan the nearly nude woman before her. She knew this was her moment, the moment to go for and live her Sapphic desires for her divorced friend.

Maria saw as her friend's eyes traveled over her body. She was not comfortable with this situation.

"You, you like girls?"

Heidi, who had orgasmed watching the incestuous fellatio, was getting dew building up in her weltering cunt again and her nipples were still turgid. She responded in a hushed tone.

"Sometimes. In fact you, my sweet and hot girlfriend, I have been dreaming about for months." She stroked the right side of Maria's face with her fingers. The Italian recoiled away her face again and protested somewhat adamantly.

"I've never been with a girl!"

Heidi, in a still-calm voice, said, "Don't knock what you haven't tried."

She pulled Maria and herself up back to sitting on the couch. Heidi leaned in for another mouth-to-mouth smooch, this time her left hand firmly gripping Maria's chin. Heidi pressed her lips against Maria's, and once again launched her tongue inside the startled Italian mouth. It vigorously twirled, circled, and zigzagged all over the place. Heidi's tongue lashed at the sides and top of the inside of Maria's mouth, tickled the non-response tongue, darted along the gum line, and tasted more of John's seed.

The raven haired beauty tried to pull away but her friend's grip on her face was firm. Her oral motions were confident yet gentle. John's cream, in Maria's mouth, began to be lapped at by Heidi and removed by her tongue, drawing it back into the Latin mouth.

Eventually Maria's resistance became weaker as she surprisingly began to enjoy the steady yet soft motions of Heidi's mouth and tongue. The Italian had often heard that when a girl kisses another girl on the mouth, it is much more sensual than a man's kiss. It's more tender and supple. She felt these sensations now, having never felt them before. It was actually becoming quiet lovely. Her resistance started to fade.

Heidi, sensing the less tightening in the muscles of her friend's mouth, became elated.

Maria eased up, allowing Heidi to kiss her full on the mouth and then for the Dominican tongue to run wild inside her mouth without hesitation on Maria's part. Then she kissed Heidi back, first a brief mouth-on-mouth smooch, and then a lingering, open mouth one. Saliva and John's cum sloshed between the women's hungry mouths. He groaned when their tongues darted out at each other, both slobbering wet and covered in his white goo, and swirled around, and over each other.

John, once the center of attention, now just leered in silent, sexual awe. He had seduced his gorgeous mother into give him a mind-bending blowjob, and his beautiful girlfriend was now seducing her into the ultimate: girl-on-girl on love.

"Hmmm." Heidi sighed.

"Mmmm. Oh!"

Upon hearing the mutual moans, the young man's whole body shook briefly and more blood rushed back to his groin. When a thick, gooey strand of his semen broke apart between the mouths--briefly separated to allow for breathing—he felt like his head was going to literally explode.

"Uggghhhhh! That is so FUCKING hot," John groaned.

Both women turned around and looked at him. Their eyes were glazed over, both having been in their own mutual paradise. For Maria, it was a new-found pleasure, the second in one evening. For Heidi, it was the repeat role of seducer. Their lips glistened with his shared cum. Their breathing was heavy, each of their large, bare tits rising and falling. Both pairs of nipples, pebble hard, slid against each other during the ragged breathing.

John's eyes bugged. Each woman licked at their own lips, individually taking pleasure of the smeared jizz. Now all three of their inhaling and exhaling vibrated throughout the living room.

Heidi took hold of some of Maria's black, wavy locks and very gently pulled her head back, exposing her throat upward. There was a sizeable spot of John's semen on her neck. The Latina lowered her face downward onto Maria's throat and encircled her lips around the white blob.

"Aaahhhhh," the Italian crooned as her girlfriend suckled her neck. The male liquid was frantically slurped away, and Heidi tongue laved at the vulnerable neck. Maria trembled with excitement.

The tongue then moved southward, from the neck to the right trembling breast. More male sauce was there--a diagonal streak across the upturned nipple and curvature of the tit. Heidi cupped her hand under the big mammary. The fingers and palm dragged along the curve and up to the teat, rubbing and spreading the semen into the flesh.

Maria was elated at the manual stimulation of her breast, and released a pent-up sigh.

"Ohhhh, Heidi!"

She was over-the-moon when the Latin fingers tweaked at the frantic teat...followed by the entire top of the breast being enveloped by Heidi's descended mouth.

Maria moaned, "Arrrrgggghhhh!"

Heidi's experienced tongue worried the impatient nipple and areola, while her hand massaged the shuddering tit. This got Maria, another wave of juices drooling into the sodden gusset of her thong, to start grinding her shapely hips into the sofa.  

John's stare had been solely on what his mother and girlfriend were doing to each other. The sight of his mother's rolling hips, long shapely legs bent and slightly spread, visually accented by her high-heels, now caught his attention. He focused on her crotch. The thong was completely soaked, thanks to her still-pouring ambrosia. The wet material had lewdly wedged up into her pussy lips, displaying a torrid camel-toe. John felt lightheaded as his mother's crotch undulated, similar to a stripper's. There was only one thing to do.

The excited son dropped to his knees and edged toward the beckoning, forbidden, enticing female sex. His face was at her knees and the heady fragrance of Maria's cunt struck him. John's nose and mind were transfixed on the taboo smell. The insides of his mother's sculptured thighs were slick and glistening. The male fingers shook as they reached for her sides...and hooked underneath the thong waistband.

The Italian, who had been in a head-swirling lip lock with Heidi, felt something. She broke the kiss and looked down her body. Heidi followed suit. Maria's mouth was in the shape of an "O", silent, while a sluttish grin grew on her friend's. They watched as John started pulling down his mother's thong.

Instinctively...and in growing heat, Maria lifted her lower body off the sofa. The stringy material easily was drawn down the long, shapely legs, though there was the teasing second when the thong didn't slip right away out from between the two inflamed, saturated nether lips. It seemed like the thong didn't want to leave the labia. The mother lifted each heel so her son could completely rid of her last stitch of clothing. He tossed the underwear behind him.

The earthy, musky bouquet of Maria's heated pussy, now uncovered, lunged out at John. He knew he was immediately addicted to his mother's sex scent. He inhaled over and over again as he leaned in toward the forbidden vagina, Maria, further parting her planted feet, opened her legs--and herself--to her son.

John stared at the place from which he had come 23 years ago. It was like a beautiful pink flower, awashed in honey-like wetness. The large inner lips were already swollen and protruding from the smooth outer lips. Above them was a neatly trimmed patch of black hair, also sodden. He could see the thick juice steadily trickle out of her pulsing hole.

Maria pushed her sex out at John in an obscene manner. The sight...the smell...the forbiddeness...all gave him such a head rush. Both women breathed heavily in anticipation. John leaned his head between Maria's thighs so that his facial lips just touched her vagina lips. He took one last deep inhale—wanting to get the pungent fragrance straight from the source. As he finished exhaling, he placed a sensuous, luxuriously long kiss on the wrinkled, slightly spread, and dewy pussy lips of his mother.

Maria soared, "Ohhhhhhhh, John!"

Heidi smiled and sighed, partly out of visual delight, and partly out of brief jealousy. But this was the plan all along: to give her lover to his mother. Oh, she knew, she could always join them for some hot threeway loving—like right now. But this was special. Her beautiful friend needed and wanted a man. She had dreamed about her son—why not make the dream a reality?

If I had an attractive son like John, and my husband cheated on me and made me feel worthless, I would do everything possible to make my son my new—and only—man.

John's other sense, of taste, was now hooked as well. It was the tanginess of her nectar which his mouth picked up from the damp sex lips. His tongue slithered out and steadily journeyed up and down, down and up the frenzied labia. Fresh sap emerged, making John's oral organ even happier.

"Eat your mother, baby," the Dominican encouraged. "Eat your mother! She wants it, needs it...from you!"

He wiggled his tongue in between the cunt petals, nudging the tip past the fleshy lapels, into her humid, syrupy depths.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhh! That's it! Stick your tongue in it, John! Stick your tongue in mommy's cunt!" Maria deliriously insisted.

Rockets started going off in his head when John heard the wanton verbiage. The enormity of the situation was starting to hit home. He was linked—sexually—to his mother. He was now eating her out. It was something he wanted for so long. He never thought it would be possible, that it would be just an illicit dream that would never come to fruition. But it has!

John doubled his effort, burrowing his intrepid tongue deeper into Maria's fiery, sexual cauldron. He lapped, wiggled, and stimulated the insides of her buttery crevice. His face was drowning in her flowing essence.

"Urgh! Oh! Ughhhhhh! John! My sweet Johnny! You eat me so FUCKING good!" Maria moaned euphorically.

Maria felt his hands slip under her rump and knead her hips and cheeks. She liked this additional sensation. Then a wicked thrill shot up her spine when she heard John make muffled grunting noises as he feasted on her willing snatch.

Purposefully, the 23 year old let his nose take a gentle swipe at Maria's clit.

"Ewwwwww!!!" she wailed, ramming her crotch up. Her public bone struck John's chin like a good left hook and startled him. She was so forgone in nirvana that she didn't even notice. He shook off the cobwebs and continued his oral mission.

He readjusted his position from kneeling to sitting, tilted his head diagonally, and commenced devouring Maria's cuntal lips. He took them in between his own lips and gently rolled them in his mouth, frequently nibbling on them. He would affectionately pull them, savor the spongy texture, and release them, enjoying how they springed back.

He loved her response: her breathing was shallow pants, while her fingers coursed through his hair.

"Uggggghhhhh, John! My sweet baby, John!"

Next, the well-hung son moved upward at his mother's pubic patch. He kissed the hair, licked it, and massaged his cheek against it. Then he rubbed his entire face against the black tuft. It was somewhat amusing as both slippery areas, his face and her pubic mound, slid against each other. Maria's hip-thrashing increased.

She cast her eyes down at her only offspring rollicking over her pubic area.

"Oh, John! You eat mommy's so damn goooooo—" Maria was caught in mid-groan. She felt her left leg being lifted and pushed even more outward. She cast her vision downward. Heidi had joined John between her thighs. The Italian swallowed hard, seeing her leg hang sexily over her girlfriend's shoulder.

John glided his tongue along the inside of Maria's right thigh, moving out to the knee area and thus allowing Heidi more access to his mother. In turn, Heidi's tongue dragged along the left thigh, heading inward.

"Oh! Ahhhhh! Ohhhh!" the Italian whimpered.

Heidi's tongue was now on inner thigh and soon...on her pussy. She widened her mouth to cover Maria's sweltering twat, and then sent out her tongue to lick it.

"Heidi!!!!!!!"

John sat on his feet, basking in the sight of his MILF girlfriend eat his MILF mother. Heidi's face--lips, nose, mouth, and chin—were buried in the Italian pussy. Maria began bouncing her bottom off the stained sofa. The Latin tongue corkscrewed into her sopping fuck-hole. More honey was released...down Heidi throat.

Maria could feel Heidi's cheeks sliding against her inner thighs as she ravaged her pussy with her feverish tongue. The Dominican changed tactics, now flickering at the ecstatic, pouty, drooling labia. Her tongue jabs were quick and to the point.  

Maria was lost in animalistic, sexual euphoria. "Uggghhh! Argh! Argh!"

The sexy Latina pulled away just to get more comfortable. She tossed her hair to the side and cast her glassy eyes upon her friend's.

"Hmmm, Maria! You taste like I always imagined—delicious and hot!" She rammed her oil-covered face back into her girlfriend's hysterical vagina.

Enough watching. I want back in! John thought.

He pried open even wider his mother's right leg and nudged himself next to Heidi, shrugging his right shoulder against her left one. She complied, still licking at her friend's gash. She pushed apart Maria's other leg so that her both knees were bent and she was splayed open to the max. Heidi now concentrated her oral efforts on one side of the simmering snatch, allowing John to return and work on the other side.




The Plan



It was one of those dry spells when we both were busy and we did not have time for each other.

I asked her as she was headed out of the door "What do I need to do to get some sex around here?"

"I guess you will have to attack me." she said, as she closed the door behind her.

We did end up having sex that night so I did not have to resort to assaulting her but what she said did stick in my mind.

I started to do a little research and it turns out that some women do have rape fantasies. I thought this could be fun but dangerous. I would have to plan very carefully. Should I talk to her about it or would it make what I was planning less realistic? I decided to start planning and think about talking about it later as the planning progressed.

As it turned out, I decided not to tell her what I planned to do.

I picked up my props, I had my plan set so I just needed the right night to put my play into action.

It was a Friday night and we were relaxing in front of the TV. She told me she was going up to take a bath..

"Shit, I forgot, I have to run out and take some stuff to the post office for work. It has to go out in the early mail. I told the boss I would drop it off.. I have to go back to the office to get it. I'll be back in an hour or so." I told her.

She said. "That sucks, Drive careful."

I opened the garage door and pulled my car out. I drove about a block down the street and parked. I walked back and let myself in the front door. I went up the steps and made sure she was taking a bath. I went into the master bedroom to check that the bathroom lights were on. I tiptoed over to look around the door and saw that she was indeed in the bathtub. I got my props out of my closet and left them in the hall. I went back into the bedroom and waited.

I heard the water start to drain out of the tub. It was time to move quickly

I went to the basement and turned off the circuit breakers to the master bedroom, the upstairs hallway and the master bath. I pulled the stocking over my face. I jogged back up the stairs and I meet her in the hallway. I hit her in the eyes with a bright flash light so that all she saw is a bright white light. She was standing there with a towel wrapped around her. She looked fucking hot.

"What's going on? Get that fucking light out of my eyes." she screamed.

I whispered "Do as your told and you won't get hurt." I whispered so she would not recognize my voice.

She turned and ran into the dark bedroom and I run after her.

I'm faster, so I caught her as she crossed over the threshold into the room. I grabbed the towel and it came loose into my had. She spun and attempted to hit me in the head. Luckily for me, I was able to block the punch and I dropped the towel and the flash light. I spun her around and grabbed her and tossed her on the bed. The flash light was on the floor but gave off enough light so I could still see her on the bed. It was a very powerful light.

"Just for that, you are going to get your ass spanked." I told her. 

"Please don't hurt me.' she cried

I knew she likes to be spanked but its not something I'm into to so we don't do it very often. I figured that this could be the time to improvise and added it to the fantasy.

With my left hand on the small of her back I used my right hand and gave her a stinging smack on both of her ass cheeks. Her ass shook a little and then came off the bed like she wanted some more. So I gave her another one. This time a little lower on the ass. Her ass came off the bed a little more . I thought I her her moan but a wasn't sure so I slapped her on the ass again. Each time I spanked her cheeks, I moved my hand down lower. I was sure I was leaving red marks on her ass. As I said before, she always wanted me to spank her her but I was reluctant to to so. Now I was sure I heard her moaning. She lifted her ass off the bed even more and she started to spread her legs a little more each time I slapped her ass . The last few smacks were pretty hard and right on the outside of her pussy.

I stopped spanking her. I pushed her flat on the bed and moved up so I was on top of her. She could feel my hard cock between her ass checks. I grabbed her hair with my left hand and a tit with my right. I was sliding my cock up and down between her ass checks. I whispered in her right ear.

"I'm going to play with your pussy you now. Spread you legs and don't do anything stupid."

She "I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt me anymore."

I could feel her spreading her legs underneath me as I lay on top of her.

After she had her legs open I slid off of her and moved my right hand down to her pussy. I shoved two fingers in and found her to be sopping wet. I keep my left hand in her hair to keep her face turned away from me. She was still face down on the bed. I started moving my fingers in and out of her pussy. It did not take long for her body to respond. Her hips started to move as my fingers moved. She was moaning loudly now. I added another finger. I could tell she was building up towards an orgasm. Her ass was coming off of the bed. I stretched her pussy and added another finger as I continued to fuck her with my fingers.. 

"Oh my god, Oh My god."She said. "I'm going to cum, Your going to make my cum. This is so wrong."

I stopped with my hand asked her "Do you want my cock?" 

She said "Yes. I need it, give it to me, Fuck me, Fuck me now"

I pushed my cock into her wet pussy. I rammed it all the way in in one big push. She came right away. I pounded her pussy in and out harder then I have ever fucked anyone. I have no idea how long we fucked. She came three times before I pulled out and shot my load all over her ass. I wanted her to feel my cum on her ass that I just got done spanking.

I whispered into her ear "Don't tell anyone about this or I'll never come back again."

I got off the bed and grabbed my flash light light and left the room.

I went down the stars, got dressed in the hall and removed the stocking from my face and went out the front door.

I went to my car. I had some wipes in the car and used them to clean up. I sat there for a half hour watching my house. No cops came. I started the car and drove home.

When I walked into the living room, my wife was siting on the couch watching TV, drinking a glass of wine.

"Did you get everything mailed?" she asked.

"I said yes. Did you enjoy your bath?"

"Yes, sure did" she said.

I went up to take a shower and found all the lights working and the bedroom clean and the bed made.

After my shower I was sitting on the couch and she leaned over and gave my a blow job while we watched TV. She even swallowed. She does not like to do that.



The Plan



The Plan, of course, was perfect. Sometimes, though, things just work out better in your head. Really, thinking about what she was going to do was proving to be vastly different than actually doing it. Now that it was time to actually go through with it, Elly was having second thoughts. Well, not so much second thoughts as much as just plain chickening out. 

The first part of The Plan was simple. Dial the phone. No problem. She had Connor's four-digit extension posted on her wall. The first snag occurred when he actually answered the call.

"Conner," he said. That was the first flaw in The Plan. She had expected to get voice mail. The Plan included voicemail. Not an actual person. "Hello?" he said after a moment when Elly froze and forgot momentarily how to speak.

"Hey, it's Elly," she said finally in what she hoped was the super casual, relaxed voice that she was going for. "Do you mind hanging with me after work one day this week to go through this new spreadsheet that we're supposed to be filling out for our expenses? I'm just really not getting it." The words were perfectly scripted. Elly had practiced them. Connor paused a moment before he answered. 

"Yeah, sure, no problem," he said finally. "How about tonight?" 

"Um... tonight?" She asked. Ok. Not part of The Plan.

"Yeah, I've got some other things happening this week. Tonight works best for me."

"Um, ok, yeah. Tonight works."

"Ok, great. Just come to my office whenever you can." 

"Great! See you in a bit." Elly hung up the phone. The Plan was to meet in her office. But she supposed that it was an insignificant detail in the grand scheme of things.

So, three hours later, Elly was in Connor's office, leaning over him while he was explaining each spreadsheet cell one at a time. It was time for Step 2 of The Plan. And she didn't have a lot of time. Because really, it wasn't going to take that long for Connor to explain something that she actually already knew. 

"I really appreciate you helping me with this," she told him. Her hands moved to his shoulders massaging firmly at the noticeably tense muscles. 

"That feels nice," he said.

"Good," she answered lightly. She continued to rub upward on his neck as he proceeded with his spreadsheet lesson, while she made interested verbals like, "uh-huh" and "ok". Her fingers circled upward, into his hairline. And then suddenly Connor stood up.

"So, you give it a try," he told her.

"Pardon?" she asked, momentarily taken aback, since she hadn't precisely been paying attention. 

"Let's just make sure that you understand. You give it a try," he suggested, his hand on his shoulder, pushing her gently into the chair. His other hand pointed to the screen and he said, "So start with entering your name there..." Elly typed her own name wrong four times as his hands started to rub her shoulders. She made a lame joke about not being able to type when other people were watching her, and she really hoped that it didn't sound as stupid out loud as it did when she repeated it in her head. 

Connor's hand began to move further upward, and she could feel the hairs in the small in her neck slide through his fingers. 

"That feels nice," she said, repeating his words from earlier.

"Good," he told her, continuing to caress the back of her neck. And suddenly his fingers knotted her hair in his hand and he pulled her neck sharply back. It didn't hurt, but it was surprising. And weirdly, crazily, erotic. 

"Did you think I wouldn't know?" he whispered, directly in her ear. 

"Um... what?" she said. His hand tightened slightly in her hair. He laughed softly.

"You know this program. If you wanted me, why didn't you just say so?"

"I--," She didn't get a chance to finish. Connors lips opened over hers, and he kissed her. She gasped slightly and let her tongue reach out tentatively to touch his. She could feel more than hear him groan. His hand was still fisted in her hair and he tugged until she was standing up. The kiss deepened, and her hands reached up to touch Connor's chest, one of them moved upward further to stroke his cheek. Somehow, without breaking their kiss, he maneuvered them until he was sitting, and she was straddling his lap. She was wearing a wrap-around skirt made from a recycled sari, and one of her legs was exposed to her hip. And she didn't care. 

She had been aching all day, and she felt her inner muscles clenching with the understanding that her very most private part of her was pressed up against his. Without meaning to, or perhaps even realizing that she was, Elly began to rub herself against Connor, her hips moving against his. 

Connor's hand left her hair, and both hands moved to her waist, pushing her shirt out of the way so his hands were touching her warm stomach. They moved slowly upward, until his thumbs were pushing under her bra, touching the bottom of her breasts, his fingers caressing her nipples through the satin. 

Elly broke the kiss and her head fell back. In a swift move, she found her shirt pulled over her head and tossed onto the floor in the corner. Connor leaned forward to plant warm kisses down her neck, to the swell of her breast, his tongue licking below the fabric. When his hands released the front clasp of her bra and pushed it off her shoulders, Elly sighed in relief. And when his hand pulled her breast to mouth so he could gently bite and lick, she moaned and moved her hips against him harder. Connor didn't play favourites and showed the other breast the same attention. It was time for the next phase of The Plan.

Elly tugged at the bottom of Connor's shirt until he lifted it over his head. She trailed kisses down his chest, licking, enjoying the hard muscles. When she when she reached his waistline, she slid her legs down Connor's thighs until she was kneeling in front of his chair, and her hands fumbled at his belt buckle. She heard him suck in his breath when he realized her intentions. His hands moved hers out of the way to unclasp the button at the top of his pants, and his hips lifted as they both pulled his pants and underwear to the floor, where he kicked them away. Elly didn't remember Connor taking off his shoes - had he even been wearing them? But it wasn't a thought that stayed with her long, and it was her turn to place long slow wet kisses, going up his thigh, up his stomach, her tongue teasing nearer and nearer to the head of his cock, but never touching him. 

Connor fisted one hand in her hair and pulled her head toward him, until she had no choice but to open her lips and take the head of his cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around him, licking hard down the front where she knew it was sensitive, before taking him deeply as she could. Her small hands cupped and massaged his balls, while her mouth moved up and down, tongue rubbing him with its rough texture.

Connor's hands once again clenched in her hair, encouraging her to go faster, deeper. He moved her head up and down over him several times, never too far, and Elly could feel herself grow wetter than she remembered being in a long time.

Suddenly Connor pulled her back, and leaned down to kiss her hard before pulling them both to standing. He pushed her back, her bum against his desk, and he was tugging at the bow on her skirt. It was her turn to help him, her skirt floating away from them onto the carpet. 

"I can't be gentle anymore," he whispered, his hands pushing her underwear down her body to the floor.

"Then don't be," she told him. His hand moved between her legs, pushing into her. Her hands clenched his shoulders when two of his fingers pushed their way into her, thrusting only a few times before Connor took his hand away and lifted it to his mouth. Elly thought maybe it was the hottest thing that she had ever seen when he licked her juices off his fingers. 

"Bend over," he told her, roughly encouraging her with his hands. He lifted one of her legs until her knee was resting on the desk, and she braced her hands on the hard surface. She felt the full length of his naked body against hers. And then his hard cock was pushing at her pussy and finally entering inside her. Elly cried out softly, her body so sensitive and on fire and it felt so crazily good, she just couldn't help it. 

Connor's hands firmly held her hips and he began to thrust inside her, slowly for only a moment, and then hard and fast. She felt herself clenching tightly, her body enjoying the feeling that was beyond what she had imagined when writing The Plan. And one of Connor's hands moved forward slightly, his fingers moving themselves with each thrust against her clit.

It was too much, she had been worked up so hard. She started to make small moaning sounds softly. 

"I would love to hear you cum," Connor whispered in her ear. With those words, Elly's body clenched hard over and over, her cries perhaps too loud for the small office. Her orgasm was intense and the waves went on longer than usual. 

When she was finished, finally, hard breaths slowing to soft pants, Connor moved both his hands to be holding her hips, and he thrust inside her, again and again. He was so hard, and Elly's body so sensitive. 

"I would love to feel you cum," she said, partially echoing his words back to him. 

"Yes," he said, through gritted teeth. At that moment, the he thrust into her hard, one last time, and she felt the pulsing as he came inside her, the warm sensation of his semen shooting into her and overflowing out of her. 

After a moment, Connor's hands released their tight grip. He pulled Elly back into his leather chair, her body wrapping around his as they sat silently together, connected in a intimate way that felt so perfect in that moment. 

In the end, Elly much later thought, The Plan had worked marvelously.



The Plan



Hope you like it. Everyone is over eighteen. 

***** 

I trudged, sleepily, up the stairs, with heavy feet. I don't know why I was tired, as it was only six thirty in the evening; maybe I was just getting old. Well, I wasn't old, only forty years old, but it was just that working full time and being a parent since I was 21 was getting to me. As I reached the top of the stairs, I noticed movement to the left of me. I turned my head that way and saw my daughter. 

She was completely naked. And wet. She had just gotten out of the shower, so water was cascading down her body, flowing on every curve, dripping off of the bottom of her large breasts, and running down to her shaven pussy. Her hair was damp, clinging to her back. I noticed her eyes meet mine. 

"Oh, sorry Daddy," she said, when she noticed I was there, before casually placing her hands in front of her pussy and nipples, "There weren't any towels left." She explained as she quickly shuffled into her room. I watched each ass cheek wobble with every step, before the door closed and ended my trance. 'My daughter certainly grew up!' I thought to myself as I headed back to my room to read. 

I never did read. I just got into bed and stared at the wall, the image of my naked daughter burned into my brain. I never even noticed my wife, Clara, walk into the room until she was pressed up against me in bed. I felt her hand make its way to my cock, and she began to stroke it. 

"Ooh, you're already hard, good, I need it." I think that was the secret to our relatively long-lasting marriage; Clara was eternally horny. She looked up at my blank expression. 

"What's wrong? You're normally in me by now." 

"Clara, I need to tell you something." She had a slightly worried expression on her face, but she was still stroking my cock, now an automatic action in our relationship. I was struggling with how to tell her, so I just came right out and said it. 

"I think I'm attracted to Poppy." Silence. 

"As in, Poppy, our daughter?" I took a deep breath. 

"Yep." I was prepared for Clara to slap me, call me a pervert or for her to just leave, but she did nothing, she just kept on stroking my hard dick. There was another few seconds of complete silence. 

"Why?" She asked, looking at me in the eye. 

"I saw her getting out of the shower. She was naked, and she looked-" 

"She has a name; we gave it to her, so use it." 

"Poppy looked amazing, exactly like you." I tried to turn this into a compliment. Clara ignored it. 

"How did Poppy react to you seeing her?" 

"She just covered herself up." Clara spoke immediately, and it felt as if her stroking was speeding up. 

"How quickly?" I tried to remember, but it seemed as if time stood still while I was staring at Poppy. 

"Quite fast, but she probably could have been quicker." 

"Maybe she wants you, Daddy," I could her pure lust in her voice now, "Maybe she wanted you to see her body. For you to see her large beautiful tits," As she said this, Clara pulled down the bed covers and exposed her breasts. They looked exactly like Poppy's. "Does Daddy love my big tits?" 

"Daddy loves your boobs, Poppy," I was getting into this role play now, however perverse it was, "They are so big and amazing." I caressed them, squeezing them gently. Clara moaned softly. 

I flicked her hardened nipples, and Clara cooed. 

"Mmm, Daddy, that feels so nice. Suck my nipples, Daddy; make your daughter feel good!" She was getting louder now, so loud that Poppy might actually hear, but at that minute all I focused on was getting her nipples into my mouth. I hastily brought my tongue to her breast and licked around her areola, before dragging my wagging tongue over her hard nipple. I sucked harder, driven by pure lust from our role-play. When my tongue finally slipped from her nipple, Clara slapped my face with her tits. While doing this, she lifted herself over me, and dropped onto my dick. 

She was completely soaked, and instantly I was all the way inside her. My wife had never been so drenched in her life. She bounced up and down on me with an intensity I had never seen before, and she was screaming at the top of her voice. 

"FUCK ME DADDY... FUCK YOUR SLUTTY DAUGHTER... AAH... FUCK... SO GOOD... FUCK MY WET CUNT... I'M SO FUCKING HORNY... SUCH A GOOD COCK, DADDY... UHH... I'M GOING TO CUM... FUCK ME," Somehow, she got even louder as she neared orgasm. "FUCK... I'M GONNA CUM... CUM IN ME DADDY... CUM TOGETHER!" With that, she exploded, and I came with her flooding her cunt with a massive load. 

Clara slumped forward and smothered me with her massive tits. 

Through my muffled hearing, I heard her speak. 

"That was so fucking hot!" 

And with that, we promptly fell asleep. 

I woke up early next morning. Clara was still on top of me, asleep. I just watched her beautiful face as she softly breathed. She had a small smile on her face, and her hair flowed all around us. My cock started to get hard just watching Clara, and came to rest on in between soft ass cheeks. I resisted the urge to stick it in her right now, but instead just watched the woman I loved. 

At around mid morning, Clara and I were in the living room, her on the laptop, and I watching TV. I caught a glimpse of Poppy poking her head around the corner, but she didn't look at either of us. 

"I'm going out with friends." She spoke with a mumble, and before I had a chance to respond, the front door had slammed shut. Clara chuckled. 

"Do you think she heard us?" She asked. 

"I think the whole street heard. And it was you, not 'us'." 

"I wouldn't have been screaming if it wasn't for you," she looked at me with a grin. 

"I don't think you were screaming because of me," trying to hint at our role play. Clara didn't get it, or she was just playing dumb. 

"Well what was it then?" 

"I think you got off on me being 'Daddy', because I don't remember you ever being as wet as you were last night," I said, being playful, poking her in the ribs. She jumped back slightly. 

"Hey, don't do that," she spoke while attempting to poke me back, "And maybe I did. So what, you obviously liked me being Poppy." 

"I know, I told you before we fucked that I was attracted to Poppy. You didn't say anything about getting off on the idea of me being Daddy." 

Clara let out a deep breath, similar to the one I did yesterday evening. She had a serious expression on her face. I could tell this would be big news. 

"Okay, you have been honest, now it's my turn. The reason why I wasn't disgusted by you telling me that you were attracted to Poppy and why I was soaked when you were 'Daddy' is because ever since I turned eighteen, I have been, regularly, fucking my father," My jaw dropped, "I know that you may see me differently now, but I just want to let you know that I will always love you." 

"I still love you too," reassuring her, we cuddled each other for a few minutes, "so, how did this begin between you and your father?" I asked carefully. 

"Well, I was in the back garden a couple of weeks after my eighteenth birthday, when I weirdly got the urge to masturbate. Being young, I just got myself off when I felt the urge to. So there I was, in the garden, legs up in the air, fingers shoved up my pussy, going at it, when I see my Daddy attempting to hide behind a tree. I could tell by the movement of his hand that he was stroking his dick. Naturally, I was curious, so I asked to see it. He was reluctant at first, but he eventually relented. It was the first ever dick I had seen, so I wanted to grab it. Next thing I knew, I was on my back, getting pounded by Daddy." 

"So, you lost your virginity to your father?" Yes, I am quite slow sometimes. 

"Yep," She looked me straight in the eye, "You don't think I'm a creep, do you?" 

"Not at all. In fact, that story has got me a bit worked up," I said, pointing to my rock hard cock. 

"Good," Clara replied, "Because my panties are drenched." With that, she stood up stripped of her shorts and panties in one swift movement, and got on her knees on the couch. She wiggled her ass at me, and looked over her shoulder, "Come fuck me, Daddy." 

I fished my dick out of my trousers and got behind my wife. I could feel the heat from her pussy, and the smell of her sex wafted around the room. I thrust as hard as I could into her dripping folds, almost knocking Clara of the couch. She was already screaming. 

"YES... FUCK ME DADDY... HARD... AAH... FUCK... YES DADDY... FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER'S CUNT... AAH FUCK... I'M GONNA CUM... CUMMING ON DADDY'S DICK... AAH!" 

I couldn't hold it any longer, and covered my wife's pussy in my cum. The 'Daddy, daughter' role play really got to us; we were only coupled for half a minute. 

We ended up lying on the couch, both of us naked from the waist down, our feet intertwined, me lightly stroking Clara's vagina. Her head rested on my neck. 

"So, important question," I asked, "me or your father, who has the bigger cock?" We both laughed and Clara gave me a gentle slap on the arm. 

"Men, all the same," she jokingly scoffed, "You, but only by about half an inch, so don't get too smug." She looked at me with a sly smile. 

"Also, you said you 'regularly' fucked your father. How often?" 

"Every three months when I go visit them. You're lucky they don't live closer, because it would be much more often." 

"And the last time was?" 

"Just over two months ago, so the next time is soon; just a couple of weeks." I felt her pussy clench at the thought of fucking her dad soon. I continued to lightly rub her cunt for a few minutes. 

"So," Clara spoke softly, "Is our role-play just a fantasy, or are you doing it for my pleasure, or yours?" 

"I'm not sure. I find it hot, pretending your Poppy, and I'm glad that you get extra pleasure from me being Daddy. But I don't know if I could ever actually fuck Poppy." 

"Why don't we find out?" 

"I'm not asking my daughter if she wants to fuck." 

"Not asking, stupid," rolling her eyes, "maybe you could be a bit more open with her. Touch her a bit more, kiss her a bit more; be friendly rather than being her dad. 'Accidentally' walk in on her getting changed, we could even try and get her to sneak peeks at us when we're having sex." I gave her a look, as if asking if she was being serious. 

"Oh come on, I bet you must have secretly watched your parents doing it at least once." I nodded. 

"Hey, I've had an idea," she jiggled about in excitement, causing her breasts to shake, "I'm visiting my parents in a couple of weeks. That leaves just you and Poppy alone for a few days. That's when you'll fuck her." She seemed supremely confident. 

"Are you sure this'll work." 

"Positive. Fucking my father was the best decision I ever made," I raised an eyebrow, "Apart from you." She gave my dick a squeeze. I prepared to roll Clara over. 

At this moment, the door to the front room swung open. Both of us turned our heads towards the door. Poppy walked in, and then stopped, completely still, looking at us. Her mom was on her knees on the sofa, with her dad holding his cock towards her mom's vagina. Her eyes went wide before she swiveled her head away. 

"You have a fucking bedroom, guys!" Poppy shouted as she left the room and went up the stairs. 

"This shall be easier than I thought," Clara said as she grabbed my hand and started pulling me behind her. 

"Where are we going?" 

"Clara was right; we have a fucking bedroom, don't we? A stupid grin spread across my face. 

Not five minutes later, I was gently thrusting into Clara's pussy with my softening dick, watching her bask in the afterglow of two powerful orgasms. She continued to moan slightly as I continued to push into her. 

"What did you mean by 'This shall be easier than I thought'?" 

"Mmm," her eyes flickered open, "oh, well, I could see it in her eyes; there was a wanton look on her face. She wanted to be in my place, to be with you," When Clara said 'you' I gave a quick, hard stab with my cock, "ohhh, yes". 

"Really?" Suddenly, Clara reached up and put her hand over my mouth. I tried to speak but my voice was muffled. 

"Ssh, Ssh, Ssh." I kept quiet and listened carefully. Through the wall, I could hear faint moaning. Poppy was masturbating! The sounds of the quiet cries were rhythmic and beautiful. My dick responded, and I started to become hard again inside Clara's cunt. 

"Mmm, oh yes... fuck my pussy Daddy," Clara whispered, so I could still hear Poppy's moans. I rocked my hips back and forth, listening intently to my daughter's cries as she got louder. Clara spoke. 

"Cum in me Daddy, cover your daughter's sweet cunt in your juice." As I could hear my daughter's moans reach a peak through the wall, I did exactly that. For the second time in ten minutes, I flooded my wife's pussy. 

"Mmm... I cannot wait to watch you and Poppy fuck." 

"But, I thought you were going to your parents to leave us alone." 

"For the first time, yeah. But after that, you are going to have to keep both of us satisfied." I laughed. 

"I can barely keep up with you, how am I going to handle you and Poppy?" I wondered if Clara would help Poppy stay satisfied. I'm sure she wouldn't mind a bit of Poppy's pussy. 

"I'm sure you'll find a way," she spoke with a smile, as if having the same thoughts as me, "Anyway, I'm tired, hold me." I ended up spooning Clara, my dick nestled inbetween her ass, my hands draped across her chest. 

"So, if I end up fucking Poppy-" 

"Not if; when." Clara interrupted. 

"When I end up fucking Poppy, will you get jealous?" 

"Probably not. I'll just have to make sure I get more of you than she does. Are you jealous that I have sex with my daddy?" 

"I'm not sure. I'd be pissed if it was some random guy, but he's not, and you were already banging him before we met, so if anything, your father should be jealous of me." 

"He is. He says you're lucky to get my sweet cunt every day. While he's eating me out, he gets me to tell him about the sex between you and me, how many orgasms I have, how long we fuck, everything. Once he's finished licking me, he then sticks his dick in me and fucks me; daddy always tries to do better than you." My face lit up with an idea when I heard this. Clara noticed. 

"You have an idea?" 

"Next time you come home from your parents, we are doing that." 

"Mmm, sounds fun. I can't wait, but right now, I can't stay awake any longer; I am so fucking tired." 

"Goodnight." I said as I kissed her neck. 

Next morning I was sitting at the table in the kitchen, flicking through the newspaper, but not really paying that much attention to it. Clara was making breakfast, omelettes, which, at the minute, smelled delicious. She was naked. I watched her ass jiggle as she moved about from side to side, a gentle sway that she normally had when she cooked, or washed or ironed. I would normally help her with the household tasks, but sometimes I just stared at her. 

I heard the thud of Poppy's sleepy footsteps as she walked down the stairs. Clara heard too, and she turned to face me. I was still staring at her ass. 

"Hey," she made a gesture for me to move my eyesight from her butt to her face, "So, she's finally up. God, Poppy could sleep through anything." 

"Yeah, I know," taking a sip of coffee. Poppy entered after I said this. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt that stopped just below her waist. Even with the bagginess of the clothing, her tits pushed the material outwards. When she walked, I could see a flash of her pink panties. I decided that I should start my plan to fuck my daughter now. 

"Hi, dad," she said, rubbing her eyes. 

"Hi there, sweetie. Sleep well?" 

"Yeah, a bit." I opened my arms and motioned for Poppy to give me a hug. She rolled her eyes, but still sauntered over to me. She bent down to reach me in the chair, causing her big tits to strain against the t-shirt she was wearing. As we embraced, I moved my hands gently on her back. Our hug lasted a few seconds longer than our normal hugs, and as we parted, I let my hand fall across her ass before leaving her body. She either didn't notice or didn't mind, as she gave no reaction. 

Poppy turned around, and saw her mother for the first time this morning. Her jaw dropped. 

"Mom! Put on some clothes!" Poppy diverted her eyes away from her mother's body. 

"It's my house; I can do what I want. Anyway, they're just boobs," she said, grabbing them, "You've got them too. It's better than having your father naked. You wouldn't want that monster flopping around in your face," Clara paused, "Well, I would but-" 

"Mom!" Poppy's face was bright red from embarrassment. 

"Calm down, Poppy." Clara laughed at her daughter's reaction, before she put the omelettes on a plate and walked over to the table. She placed a plate in front of Poppy and me, and then sat on my lap. 

I let out an exaggerated "oomph" as she sat on me. Clara gave me a quick elbow. 

"I'm not fat." 

"Mom, there is a perfectly fine chair there." Poppy pointed to the left of me as she took another bite of her omelette. 

"Nah, I like this one better." Clara ground her ass on my hardening cock. I gave her a sharp thrust upward, causing Clara's breasts to shake a little. 

We ate breakfast like that, at the table, Clara on my lap, and Poppy opposite. It wasn't long before our plates were clear. I had a small bit left, and I decided to mess about. I draped it across Clara's left breast. I felt Clara's hair sway as she moved her head to look down at me, and I glimpsed Poppy's eyes widen. I licked around my wife's breast, and then chewed lightly on the omelette over her nipple. Clara held my head close to her and moaned contently. As I neared the end of my meal, my eyes darted to Poppy, and I saw then she was biting her lip, and her cheeks were still red. Not from embarrassment, but from arousal. I finished the omelette, and gave Clara's nipple a parting suck. 

"Sorry about that Poppy, I got a bit carried away." I explained. I was grinning from ear to ear. 

"No... that's... its fine." Poppy stumbled over both her words and her feet as she left the room. 

"Fuck, I am so turned on," Clara breathed sexily as she pushed her hand towards her pussy. She tried to grab my dick from my shorts with the other. 

"No, sorry," I spoke as I lifted Clara of my lap, "I'm going out with the guys, and I am running late." Clara looked at me with despair. 

"Seriously," I nodded, "but Daddy..." She looked at me with pleading eyes. 

"Really sorry, but we've been planning this for weeks. I'm all yours when I get back, promise." I left the room in a hurry, with my wife naked and a grumpy look on her face. 

I entered the house late that night. I'd been out with a few mates, reliving our glory days. Well if you consider us playing football, joking about with each other and drinking, the glory days, then that's what we'd been doing. We didn't meet up that often anymore, so I was glad I went, but I was annoyed at the fact that I'd left my wife naked and horny. Oh well, I'm sure she would have worn out the batteries in her vibrators. Yes, that is plural. When I'm away, she sometimes has one in her cunt and ass at the same time. And I like to watch her by herself sometimes. 

All the lights were off in the house, so I struggled to see in the darkness. I kept on tripping over chairs and bumping into walls and doors. I suppose my slightly drunk state wasn't helping. I heard a small amount of movement from around the corner. 

"Hello," I called out. My wife appeared from around the corner. She was naked; her hair was a mess, she was sweating profusely, and she smelled strongly of arousal. The aroma filled my nostrils, and my cock hardened slightly. She grabbed my and dragged me up the stairs. Walking behind her, I could see her cum dripping from her pussy, down her leg. 




The Plan



As soon as we got into our bedroom, Clara pushed me up against a wall. There was a loud thump, and I remembered on the other side of that wall was Poppy's bed. I'm sure she would have been woken up. Before I could say anything, Clara jumped onto my now stiff cock. Her cunt was like an ocean, and offered no resistance to my invading cock. Yet she was still tight, squeezing my dick. I was buried deep within my wife. 

"Now fuck me!" She demanded. I moved away from the wall, keeping my dick inside of her, to be able to move easier. I moved my hands from around her back, to on her ass. Then, I began to slam my hips into Clara's, pushing her ass down onto my cock using my hands. Faster, harder, with each stroke, I pounded her pussy. 

"AAH... YES... FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD... FUCK MY CUNT... OHH... FUCK YES... YOUR DICK FEELS SO GOOD... YES DADDY... FUCK ME HARDER!" I obliged, and now I could hear our flesh smack together, creating a slapping sound that echoed around the room. 

"OOH FUCK... I'M GONNA CUM... MAKE ME CUM DADDY... FUCK MEEEEE... CUMMING!" 

I felt a river of Clara's cum squirt on my dick. She'd never done this before. Clara's mouth was wide open, letting out a primal scream and her eyelids were fluttering open and closed, her eyes rolled up looking towards the ceiling. This was too much for me, and I came deep inside her. My spray of cum forced against her flooding cunt. This continued for another minute. After we had calmed down, we looked at each other and giggled like schoolgirls. 

"That has never happened before!" I looked at her in surprise. 

"I know" Clara gasped for air. 

"It felt amazing on my dick." 

"That was the best feeling I have ever felt. Ever." 

"How did you do it?" 

"I don't know. I was just really horny, 'cause I'd been masturbating most of the day, and you were fucking me really hard and fast." Clara was still breathing heavily. We looked at each other with wonder for a few minutes. 

"Anything else happen while I was away?" I asked. 

"Oh yeah, Poppy asked me what it was like?" 

"Asked that what was like?" 

"When you ate the omelette of my tit." 

"Oh, that," I smiled, "Well, what did you say about it?" 

"I said that your tongue was very nice on my body, and that I'm very lucky to have it. I told her it got me really horny." I coughed, almost choking a bit. If I had water in my mouth it would have gone everywhere. I looked at Clara; her face had a devilish smile plastered on her. She obviously wanted that reaction. 

"Did you use those exact words?" 

"Yeah! If we are going to get Poppy to fuck you, we need to make her want to fuck you. We need to make her get horny and then get her to think about you when she's horny. I think it worked, as well; when you were out, I could hear her getting off. She was really loud. I must admit that her moaning got me even more worked up. I was so tempted just to 'accidentally' walk in on her just to see her pussy." My earlier thought of getting Clara to help out satisfying Poppy looked like it would come true. If we commit incest we might as well have some lesbian incest. 

We fell asleep together immediately after getting into bed; we were both drained from our hard fucking. It was the end of the week, and we only had ten more days before Clara left to visit her parents. We didn't have that long, but I didn't want to rush the plan to get my daughter into bed. It needed to feel organic. 

Over the next four days, I continued to touch my daughter more often. We hugged regularly throughout the day, me gently rubbing Poppy's back, sometimes running my hands over the round cheeks of her ass. I felt as though, when Poppy was about to hug me, she would smile a bit more, and her eyes would soften. We were becoming much closer as father and daughter, and I was enjoying it. However, I couldn't wait to be able to fuck my beautiful daughter. 

It was late in the evening. I was watching TV, my legs outstretched on the couch. I heard Clara walk into the front room, and then she slumped down next to me. I felt her skin rub against me, as she only had a red set of bra and panties on. In her hand, she held a pad of paper and a pen. 

"You need more than a pen and paper to look smart." 

"I don't need brains, I have tits," she grabbed them, "Anyway, we need to start to move further into the plan to fuck Poppy. I've got a couple of ideas." She handed the paper to me. On the paper was written: 





The Plan



We woke up early next morning, and I helped Clara pack a few clothes for her trip to her parents. I made sure she packed her sexiest outfit, as a present for her dad. I'm pretty sure Clara would tell her dad what had happened at our house recently, during the session where Clara sat on her father's face and told him about our sex life. I carried the now packed bag down the stairs, behind Clara, then out to the car. I put it in the boot, and went to hug Clara. I embraced her, and kissed her softly.  

"Have fun," I told Clara, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." 

"So incest is OK." 

"Of course." We both chuckled. While Clara was still laughing, I slipped a hand down her jeans. 

"No, not now," Clara sighed, with a hint of resignation. I felt her hips move slightly against my hand. I rubbed against her panties harder, finding her slit. I heard Clara moan. I took my thumb and tried to find her clit through her underwear. After a quick search, I felt a small nub. 

"Uuhh... fuck." I circled on her clit through her panties. Clara's breath quickened, and I rubbed faster. Clara was now thrusting the air, trying to push my hand in her. 

"Oh... yessss..." Clara clenched her teeth and stopped thrusting. I felt her panties become damp with her cum. I gave a couple of final rubs and then bought my hand to my mouth. 

"Now my panties are going to be wet for the whole journey. It's going to be so annoying." 

"Oh well," I offered my hand to Clara to suck. She gave it a quick lick. "Have a fun time." I said, watching her walk to the car. 

"I will, and when I get back, you better have fucked Poppy." 

"Only if she wants it." 

"She does," Clara gave a nod to my dick, which was tenting my jeans. The car engine rumbled into life, and Clara reversed it onto the road. She smiled from the window, "See you in a couple of days!" she shouted as the car drove away. I waved until the car disappeared from view. 

As I turned back to the front door, I caught a glimpse of our neighbor, Mrs. White, watching me from the window, grabbing her breast and with a hand between her legs. I waved to her, and gave a sharp thrust of my hips. I saw her cheeks turn bright red, and then she ducked her head behind the window. I laughed as I strolled back to my house, my dick leading the way. 

When I entered the front room, Poppy was sitting on the couch. I saw her eyes dart to my hard dick, before looking away at the TV. I sat down next to her, quite close, but not uncomfortably near. 

"Hello my sweet daughter, what are you doing today?" I put my arm around Poppy and hugged her. 

"I'm probably going out with some friends. I'll go and see them now." Clara stood up and quickly left the house. 

'Oh, shit', I thought, 'have we misread Poppy's body language? Does she want to fuck me? Or were we so consumed by our fantasy that we decided for Poppy that she would fuck us? Oh crap, we've made a huge mistake'. I put my head in my hands, and thought deeply about what had happened. I tried to remember what Clara said about when she started fucking her father. 'She never said she had wanted to fuck her dad, it just seemed to happen in the moment. Was Clara's mind warped so that she believed she had wanted it in the first place, and transferred that onto Poppy's position?' I was confusing myself, I wasn't thinking straight, so I lied down on the couch, closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind... 

I woke up with a startle. It was now dark; 'Crap, I must have fallen asleep'. I got up from the couch and went in search of a clock. I went into the kitchen, and glanced at the clock. It was nine o'clock. I'd slept through the whole day, not seeing Poppy. I went to grab a snack from the fridge. On the fridge door was where I found a note from Poppy: 

Gone out to a party. Probs be back late. See ya, 

Poppy 

Grabbing a slice of cheese, I walked up the stairs, the note from Poppy in hand, and went up to my room. I lay back on the bed, thinking about Poppy. 'Maybe this was just a huge misunderstanding, maybe she doesn't want to have sex with me. C'mon, incest, that doesn't happen really, only to a small minority. It seemed like Poppy didn't want to be near me earlier, maybe I should just leave her alone'. I couldn't help but criticize how many maybes were in those few sentences, but I should be safe rather than sorry. And in the case of fucking my daughter, I don't think Poppy would ever forgive me if I did fuck her and she didn't want it. I decided I would drop the plan; I wouldn't have sex with my daughter. 

Finishing the slice of cheese, I then went to sleep. Throughout my slumber, I dreamt a lot about me and Poppy. Sometimes I saw memories of us at the lake when she was a child, and we were fishing. Other times, her pussy was on my mouth. I was able to see that I am and was always a father to Poppy, but I was still conflicted with the idea of blurring the lines between parent and fuck-buddy. 

The next morning, I woke up with a raging hardon. I stumbled through the house to get to the shower. On the way, I passed Poppy's bedroom. The door was open, and I could see that my daughter was lying face down on the bed, asleep. She was still wearing a dress that she had probably worn to the party she went to last night. The way she had fallen asleep had caused her dress to rise up above the bottom of her ass cheeks. I could see the deep blue thong she wore disappear inbetween the two globes. I forced my eyes away from Poppy's ass. After what had happened yesterday, I didn't want to think about Poppy in a sexual way. The thong was so enticing though... I swiftly went to the shower, trying to ignore all thoughts of Poppy. I didn't wank in the shower, instead letting my erection die naturally. After I got bored of the water cascading down me, I got out, dried and got dressed. As I wasn't going anywhere, I just put on jeans and a t-shirt. I made my way downstairs, and ended up sitting on the couch. 

After about an hour of flicking through the channels, I heard the sound of running water from upstairs. It reminded me of how this had all started. I had caught Poppy walking out of the bathroom naked, and from then on it had escalated in to me fantasizing about fucking my daughter. Now, I had regretted thinking about my daughter in that way, but it had led to the some of the best sex of me and Clara's life. The creaks of Poppy walking down the stairs bought me back to reality. I called out. 

"How was the party?" 

"Yeah, it was good." Poppy replied as she entered the room. She sat next to me. 

"Stayed safe?" I asked, remembering what other parents had told me about what the parties were like. In my mind, I was unhappy with Clara doing the things that I had heard others doing. Yet, only a couple of days ago, I had wanted to fuck Poppy. My morals and values were contradictory. 

"Yep." Poppy obviously wasn't going to say what they actually did, but I didn't push it any further. However, I had to make sure she was okay. 

"You didn't get raped, did you?" I asked, concerned. 

"No, I'm fine, Daddy." My cock twitched. She had not called me that in ages. Clara and I had used it during our role play. Was she trying to hint at something? I decided to ignore it. I hugged Poppy tightly. 

"That's good. I'm just making sure." 

We sat there for a while, my arm around Poppy, her head resting on my shoulder. We were watching some show on TV, I didn't really care, I had Poppy close to me, and I felt like a real father again. I gently moved my fingers in little circles on Poppy's back. After some time, I checked the time. I was shocked to find that it was almost two o'clock. 

"Oh, crap, did you want anything for lunch?" 

"Um, can I just have a sandwich?" 

"Yeah, cool." 

A few minutes later, I returned with two ham and cheese sandwiches. We sat on the couch, eating our lunch. Poppy complimented me on my sandwich making skills, although I apparently wasn't as good as Clara. 

"How are things with Mom, by the way?" I was a bit confused with where the question came from, but I answered nonetheless. 

"They're great." I think I blushed a little. Poppy stifled a laugh. 

"Yeah, you could say that. There was a reason why I bought earplugs." 

"Why?" Once again, I was a bit slow. 

"Because Mom was so loud. It was distracting." Now it was Poppy's turn to blush. I, on the other hand, froze. Had she heard us when we were indulging ourselves in our incest fantasy? 

"When did you get the earplugs?" 

"About three weeks ago." Internally, I let out a sigh of relief. That was before I'd even seen Poppy naked after the shower, let alone when Clara and I started our 'Daddy/daughter' sex. Even so, she could be lying. No, probably not, I trust Poppy. 

"So, since we talked about my sex life, how's yours?" I asked cautiously, after there was no response for a few seconds, I added, "You don't have to answer, of course." 

"No, I will. Um, yeah, it's fine." Poppy looked as if she was a bit depressed about this. 

"Just fine?" I asked, still inquisitive. 

"Yeah," again, she sounded downhearted, "I don't want to talk about it anymore." 

"Okay," I respected my daughter's privacy, "Just tell me if there's any way I can help." I didn't really think this line through before saying it. Poppy raised her eyebrow at me. "I didn't mean it like that. Just forget I ever said that." I went back to lightly hugging Poppy, but the thoughts about fucking her had returned, and it was difficult for me to not get an erection. 

For the rest of the day, we watched television and chatted. It was surprisingly fun, and I was glad that we'd been able to talk to each other for the day. I felt a new sense of connection with Poppy; it wasn't the sort of connection I'd had in mind before the weekend, but I felt we had become closer as father and daughter. I didn't feel too disappointed that the plan hadn't worked. Soon, the day drew to a close, which would end the weekend. Tomorrow we would welcome back Clara from her parents. I wondered if she would understand why the plan didn't work. I hoped she would, and she should. Clara was a great mom to Poppy, and I knew that she wouldn't put that in jeopardy just to have some more incest fun. 

I excused myself to go to my bedroom, leaving Poppy downstairs. I could hear she had changed the television channel to a music channel. I believed she'd be down there for a while, so I didn't bother to close the door properly. I hadn't had an orgasm since the weekend had begun, so I thought now would be the perfect opportunity to get some relief. I dug up Clara and I's stash of porn films. This was a collection featuring professional films and some that Clara and I had made of ourselves. I grabbed my favorite one of Clara and me, and stuck it in the DVD player. I lay back on the bed and relaxed, unzipping my jeans which freed my cock to the cool air. The film on the TV appeared. Clara's pussy filled the television, and the slight sucking sounds of Clara giving me a blowjob resonated from the speakers. 

On screen, Clara's hand snaked to her vagina, and latched onto her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. I stroked my dick as I watched the video (which we had made over ten years ago), on which I had now moved and had sunk my dick deep into Clara's cunt. On frame was the sight of Clara's face, lost in a world of pleasure, and her boobs, gently swaying with the rocking of my hips. My dick was now fully hard watching our amateur porn film, encased by my swiftly moving hand. Clara made a few whimpering sounds as my thrusting sped up, and her tits wobbled even more. The camera shook as I tried to make sure I captured the beauty and lust of her face and chest. 

As I was watching and stroking my cock, I swear I felt the light in the room change. It seemed as if it had got darker. I was confused, by the sounds of Clara's moans brought me back to the film, and I forgot about the light. 

"Mmm... yes... oh fuck..." The muffled voices fought with the sound of the bed creaking and the covers rustling. "Ohh... yes... makes my pussy feel so good... uhh... fuck... fuck me..." 

My hand was now flying up and down my dick, and I was close. So was Clara on the television. 

"OH... YESSS... HARDER... FUCK ME... FUCK AAH... YES... GONNA CUM... FUCKING CUMMING... AAAA-" 

The television switched off. I ended up staring at a black screen. I was so close too. I began to search for the remote, but as I turned, I saw Poppy standing there, the remote in her hand. My hand instinctively went to cover my exposed dick. 

"Poppy... what... wha- what are you doing here?" I stuttered. She didn't respond. Instead, she placed the remote down, before taking off her t-shirt. Now she was standing there naked in front of me, her father. She gracefully stepped over to the side of my bed, and climbed onto it. Before I could do anything, she had either leg on each side of my waist. I tried to speak, but Poppy just kissed me. Her mouth felt sweet, and a searching tongue slipped into my mouth. After what felt like a long time, Poppy broke the kiss. I sensed her hand reaching for my dick, and she grabbed it purposefully. She dragged the head of my dick along her dripping slit, then, with silence, dropped onto my dick; her father's cock. 

"Uuuuh." Poppy let out a low, guttural tone. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her bottom lip. We stayed like that for a minute, Poppy savoring the feeling, me, absolutely stunned. My daughter was sitting on my dick. Clara and I had fantasized about this for a few weeks, but now it was actually happening. Poppy made a small noise, which I guessed was for me to start moving inside of her. Unfortunately, the shock of the situation had caused my dick to lose some of its hardness. Luckily, Poppy started to roll her hips on me, and my cock responded. Now, I was fully hard, deep inside of my daughter, who was soon bouncing on me. She hugged me, which made her swinging tits to crush against my chest. I could feel her nipples trying to pierce my skin. Poppy made the small whimpering noises her mom also made, and had the same facial expression as well. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth was open in an 'o' shape. Her cunt felt the same as her mom's too, soft, velvety and sopping wet. She was also squeezing her cunt muscles to please my thrusting cock; her pussy felt tight, tighter than Clara's. 

Poppy was jumping up and down on my iron-like dick. One moment only the head was in her, the next, I was buried in my daughter's cunt. Poppy was making continuous noise, now, spattered with coherent words. 

"Ooh... fuck... yes Daddy... aaah... oh fuck... uuh...aah... harder... fuck me Daddy." I had already been close before Poppy had even been in the room, and with the added stimulation of her pussy trapping my cock, I was on the edge. I was just trying to hold on long enough for Poppy to have what she deserved. The rising volume and pitch of her voice told me that she was getting nearer her orgasm. 

"OH... AAH... UUH... OH FUCK... YESSS... FUCK ME... DADDY... PLEASE DADDY HARDER... FUCK ME... FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER... SHE NEEDS IT... AAH... OOH... UUH... FUCK YES... I'M GONNA CUM... KEEP FUCKING ME... AAH... GONNA CUM... AAH... CUMMING!" Poppy shook violently, with a loud shriek. I couldn't hold on through my daughter's massive orgasm, and spewed my cum into her cunt. I don't think I ever came that much in my life, coating my daughter's vagina in my seed. Coming down from her orgasm, Poppy slumped onto me, lost in the afterglow. I stroked the skin on her back in silence; the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. 

We just stayed there for a long time. At one point, Poppy rolled off of me, and hugged me close from the side. It must have been around half an hour later that I broke the silence. 

"So?" I looked at her with a smile, letting her know that I didn't regret what we'd done. 

"Right. Well..." There was another short period of silence; almost like she didn't know where to start. "So it started a couple of weeks ago. I couldn't help but overhear you and mom at night. She was shouting the 'Daddy' thing, and I tried to ignore it, but I ended up getting turned on by it. At first, it was just hearing you two have sex that turned me on, but then, it evolved into thinking about you because mom would always say about it. My need for you increased over the last two weeks, and then I remembered that mom was visiting her parents for the weekend, so I decided I would try and have sex with you then. I know this sounds weird, you know, 'cause it's incest. However, you didn't seem to have too many objections," I gave a small laugh at this, "I wanted to have you on the first day, but I got nervous, and I couldn't go through with it. I was scared to be near you, because I was so nervous about it. But then today, when I saw you masturbating, I just went for it." 

"So you, kind of, planned this? Funny." 

"What's funny?" 

"Well, your mom and I had planned this too. It first started when I saw you getting out of the shower a couple of weeks ago. I told your mom I found you attractive, which led to our 'Daddy/daughter' role play thing. We didn't know if we wanted this to just be a fantasy or real life, but we kept on with the role play. When your mom said about visiting her parents, she told me that I should have sex with you while she was away." 

"So mom was okay with the incest thing?" 

"I'll tell you a secret. Even I didn't know it until a fortnight ago. Your mom has sex with her father." Poppy had a stunned expression. 

"Grandpa!" 

"Yep. I know, right, weird." 

"Well, it's no worse than what we just did. Well, no, it's not bad what we did. That was great." Poppy sounded excitable, just like she was when she was a child. I hugged her. 

"You are an awesome daughter." 

"You're only saying that because I gave you my pussy." We both laughed. 

"No, I mean it." We looked at each other intently. 

"So what are we going to do when mom gets back?" Poppy asked. 

"I don't know, she'll probably ask me how it went, and I think she said she wanted to join in." 

"Mom's bi!" 

"No, only for you." 

"That's 'cause I'm special," She poked her tongue out at me, but then stopped dead, "I have the greatest idea ever." 

"Spill it then." 

"Only after you fuck me again." She gave a wide smile, a face of joy. 

"Ugh, if I have to." I responded with faked reluctance. 

Around mid morning the next day, Clara arrived back at the house. She called out. 

"How did it go?" There was no answer. "Hello, anyone home." She walked through to the front room, where she saw me sitting on the sofa drinking a cold beer. Poppy was facing away from me, bouncing her pussy up and down my hard dick. Clara and I looked at each other with a smile. 

"Oh, good." Clara stripped her clothes off, and walked over. 

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