Chapter Five

“So, are you still having sex with your father?” Mark asked me again.

I paused for a moment before replying, “Babe ... before I answer that question, I need to tell you what occurred after that weekend. Something really dramatic happened that changed my life completely. Then you will know it all, and I’ll answer anything you ask.”

After he knows it all ... everything ... would I still be the woman he loved? Or just some perverted tramp?

I worked up my courage and finished telling him the rest of my story.

******

When Daddy and I returned home that evening, Mom was there waiting to greet us. Of course she wanted to know what all happened with the pitching coach. What could I tell her? She had never asked me these kinds of details before when I had been at softball camp or saw a softball specialist.

Daddy answered in my silence, “The instructor worked with her on the pitches she already knew but wanted to improve on. She picked up some great pointers that will help her pitch better. The guy seemed to really know his stuff.”

Mom asked more questions, and she seemed satisfied with his answers. I didn’t dare say a word, afraid I would really screw things up. It wasn’t unusual for Daddy to monopolize a softball conversation. He was quite passionate about it, especially when it came to anything involving me. But I was very nervous the whole time they were talking.

******

I went upstairs and took off the clothes I normally wore during softball practices. I tossed them over into the clothes hamper and forgot all about them. I would be doing the wash the next day anyways.

Turning on my CD player, I put in a disc I had purchased the day before. Still naked, I lay back on my bed to relax for a bit.

Lying with my head propped on my favorite pillow and my eyes closed, I thought about the sex I had enjoyed that afternoon. We had done some very erotic things together. Some very kinky things as well!

My fingers moved over my body. I couldn’t resist touching my breasts as I remembered Daddy sucking and nibbling on them earlier that afternoon. He seemed to enjoy chewing and biting on my firm tits. I certainly did.

My other hand reached between my legs. I could still feel a little of his cum inside my pussy.

I heard a knock at my door. I quickly sat up and wiped my wet fingers on the bedspread.

“Come in.”

Mom opened the door and walked into my room.

“I just came to get your dirty clothes to wash. Are the clothes you wore today in the hamper?”

“Yeah, Mom. I’ll wash them if you want me to.”

“That’s okay. I’m washing some of your sister’s clothes, too.”

I watched her walk over to the hamper and pull out my practice clothes. I suddenly remembered that my panties were probably soaked, and smelled just like I fucked all day long! But there was nothing I could do. She had already picked them up with my pants and shirt.

Mom looked over at me while I stared at her in horror. She didn’t say anything at first though. She just stood there staring with an odd look.

“What happened to you, Melissa?”

“What do you mean?” I cautiously asked.

“Melissa Elizabeth Martin,” she firmly stated to my horror. “It’s a simple question. What happened to you?”

I struggled to come up with some answer to a question I didn’t understand.

“I just practiced hard today. I guess I’m just tired and drained right now,” I said, hoping that would satisfactorily explain whatever she saw about me that bothered her.

“You did not get those love bites all over your tits from practicing softball,” she sternly replied.

I glanced down in absolute terror at my breasts. There were small bruises all over them! Oh my, God! How was I going to explain this?!

“Mom ... okay, I let Brian ... well ... you know ... on our date last night,” I said blushing profusely, hoping she would believe me.

“I guess it takes bruises longer to appear for you than for me. I didn’t see any sign of bruises this morning before you got dressed.”

“I ... guess so.”

She then walked over and sat on the bed.

“Honey, you know your father and I don’t mind if you have sex with your boyfriends. We don’t encourage it. But we won’t say anything to you as long as you’re being careful.”

I just stared at her.

She then continued, “I’m not sure what you’ve been up to lately, especially the past week. You’ve been acting differently, and it really concerns me. Seeing bruises on your breasts especially concerns me. I want you to promise me that you won’t do anything stupid to hurt yourself.”

“I know this looks bad ... We just got carried away is all.”

“’Carried away’ as you call it is one thing. But when I see bruises, I think you got more than ‘carried away’. What really seems odd is that I didn’t notice them this morning when I saw you getting dressed. I guess I was just in too big of a hurry to notice while trying to get you and your father ready to leave.”

I just sat there keeping my mouth shut out of fear that anything else I said would make things even worse.

Mom then stood up and started walking to the door. She then stopped and looked at my clothes in her hands, and then at me.

“These clothes seem rather clean for someone who practiced hard in them,” she said, turning to leave the room without waiting for a reply.

I couldn’t think straight. What does my mom think?! She didn’t accuse me of anything, but she knows something wasn’t adding up! I should have washed those clothes myself as soon as I got home!

My God, what was Mom thinking?

******

The rest of the evening went by without Mom saying anything else about the bruises to me. She didn’t seem upset at me either. I figured I had dodged that screw-up. Plus, Mom wouldn’t think Daddy had sex with me. She might think I could do some stupid things, but I doubted she would seriously suspect her husband of doing something with his own daughter. She would have to see it with her own eyes.

After realizing I had dodged a bullet, I began to feel rather wicked at the thought that I could fuck Daddy behind Mom’s back and get away with it.

I was in my room around 11pm when I heard my parents out in the hallway. It was about the time they usually came up to bed. They stopped at my open door and told me goodnight, and then walked on toward their bedroom.

After about ten minutes, I walked out into the hall. I then got the urge to go listen at my parents’ bedroom door, curious if Mom might be talking about me with Daddy.

I walked quietly past Sam and Jessica’s rooms. I didn’t want them to come out and catch me. Once I got closer to my parents’ bedroom door, I carefully listened for any sounds. I absolutely didn’t want Mom to catch me spying on them. Once I got right up to the door, I could finally hear them talking.

“Caroline, I’m just too worn out tonight. Let’s just cuddle and get some sleep.”

“It appears something is worn out. You can’t even get hard for me. That’s very rare with you.”

“I’ll make it up to you in the morning,” he replied.

“You better, mister. You did a good job with your tongue, but I need that sexy cock of yours too.”

After hearing that, I quickly stepped away from the door. Mom didn’t sound pleased at all. Maybe I shouldn’t have worn him out that afternoon. I needed to be smarter if we were going to do anything else in the future.

******

The next week went by without Daddy and I having a chance to be alone like we had had the past few weeks. I was getting extremely frustrated at not being able to fuck Daddy’s big hard cock. I was also turning down dates and offers from friends to get together, hoping Daddy and I could find some time alone.

On Wednesday, Daddy asked me to go with him to the store to pick up a few things. Immediately I remembered our last trip to the store together, and jumped at the chance to go with him.

Mom spoiled things though, “James, I need you to help me. Let Melissa go alone.”

I pouted at Daddy when Mom wasn’t looking at us. He just shrugged, indicating there was nothing he could do.

While driving back from the store, I decided to tell Daddy to come to my room later that night after Mom had been asleep for a while. Normally she fell asleep very quickly. He would probably be able to slip away before midnight.

I told Daddy about my plan. He thought it was a little risky, but said he would give it a shot.

After we all went to bed, I waited excitedly on my bed. I also began watching the clock, hoping it wouldn’t be too much longer before he showed up at my door. I also thought about what I needed to do to avoid leaving any signs for Mom to pick up on the next day.

We couldn’t risk fucking in my bed and leaving a wet spot. If she caught me washing my sheets early in the morning, she would definitely wonder what I had been up to. I would also need to clean up and douche afterwards so I wouldn’t leak out on the bed during the night. I couldn’t risk her catching me using a tampon or pad when she knew I wasn’t on my period, and only wore panties during the night when I was on my period.

Finally, Daddy appeared at my door. I got up and met him as he walked toward me.

“We can’t do anything on my bed,” I whispered.

“I know,” he quietly said. “Follow me.”

He then turned and walked out into the hallway and then toward the stairs. I was right behind him. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, we quietly stood together listening for any noises.

After we heard nothing but the normal sounds of the house at night, he took my hand in his and we walked through the dark family room toward the kitchen door.

After we walk into the kitchen, Daddy turned and pulled me tightly to him, and passionately kissed me. My body responded to his touches. I felt his cock getting extremely hard as it pressed against my body.

I began kissing down his chest and abdomen until his cock bumped against my chin. It was dark in the kitchen. I could barely see his cock right in front of my face, but I could definitely hear his moans as I began licking the length of it.

After licking the underside a few times, I let the head of his shaft slip into my wet mouth, slowly taking more and more of it.

Then a light came on in the family room. The light coming from under the door brightened the kitchen.

I quickly looked up at his face. We both looked wide-eyed at each other. Daddy quickly pushed me back from his cock, which was then bobbing wet in the open. He pulled me up to my feet and pointed me toward the cabinet with the drinking glasses.

“Get a glass of water, fast!” he anxiously whispered.

Daddy practically ran to the refrigerator and opened the door. Just as he reached inside for the jug of milk, the kitchen door opened and Mom walked in, reaching for the light switch. When the light turned on, she stared at Daddy’s back as he stood in front of the open refrigerator. I was in the process of taking a glass out of the cabinet.

“Well I see you two have great timing,” Mom said in her normal voice.

“Just getting something to drink, Mom,” I said as casually as I could.

Daddy added, “I hope I didn’t wake you, honey. I was thirsty and found Melissa headed down here too.”

“Well both of you need to hurry up and get back to bed.” Looking between us, “You have school, young lady. And you have to get up early for work, mister.”

Mom then joined us in getting something to drink. I could tell Daddy was trying to stand in a position so that Mom couldn’t see his shrinking erection. It had pretty much gone soft, but it was dangling a little larger than usual.

After putting our glasses in the sink, we all headed back upstairs to our rooms. Daddy turned back to me standing at my door. He rolled his eyes in frustration. We had taken one hell of a risk. We were seconds from getting caught! If Mom had not turned the light in the family room on, she would have caught us. What was really weird was her waking up when she did.

I began to realize just how desperate I had become about fucking my father. I needed to plan things much more carefully. The problem was the desperation was growing each day we couldn’t be together, making both of us more careless in how we hid our lust for each other.

******

The rest of the week turned out to be just as frustrating. We had no opportunities to be alone for enough time to actually do anything together. It seemed like every time we had a chance to be alone, Mom would show up or appear very close by.

It was as if she was going out of her way to prevent us from being alone. I knew I was just being paranoid, but it seemed the opportunities for us just weren’t there anymore. I sensed Daddy was just as frustrated.

Lying in bed late the following Sunday night, I realized that maybe the next day we would have an opportunity to fuck each other. School was out for a teacher in-service day. Mom would be at work. Luckily, Daddy had put in to take the day off weeks before. He had a doctor’s appointment that morning. He would easily be back home by that afternoon.

I knew from overhearing both Jessica and Sam that they had planned to spend the afternoon at some of their friends’ houses. If they left early enough, Daddy and I should have a few hours together.

I woke up bright and early. After taking a long shower, I stood in front of the mirror, smiling at myself. We were finally going to get to fuck again. There were no thoughts about the harm I could be doing to my family. My mind was focused on the terrific sex I was about to have.

I went downstairs just before Mom left for work.

“Good morning, sleepy head. I figured you would sleep in late.”

I just faked a yawn without replying.

“What do you have planned for the day?” she asked.

I immediately felt a twinge of guilt. All I had been thinking about lately was fucking my daddy. All I had done since last night was plan what he and I could do today while we were alone. Now here was Mom, the person who gave birth to me and would die before letting harm come to me, asking me what my plans were for the day!

“No definite plans. I may try to rearrange my room some. I’ve been thinking about doing that for a while now.”

“Well don’t make a big mess of things,” she said. Then she added, “Some things are hard to put back the way they were, if things don’t work out as planned.”

Mom walked over to me and kissed me. She pushed my hair back from my face. She stared into my eyes for a few moments. Her look confused me, and I didn’t know what to say to her.

“I love you, Melissa. I know we’re not very close, but I do love you. And I always will love you ... no matter what you do.”

She kissed me again and then headed to the family room to tell Daddy she was leaving for the day. I heard her tell him that she wouldn’t be home until late afternoon at the earliest.

Sam came downstairs just as Mom was leaving. She stopped to tell him goodbye as well.

Once she was out of the door, I looked at Daddy and gave him a sexy wink. I moved toward the stairs, and looked back with a ‘follow me’ look. After I reached the top of the stairs, I looked back to see Daddy at the bottom. I mouthed that I would be in my room.

A few moments after I entered my room, he appeared at the door. He stood there as if he was keeping an eye out for my sister and brother.

I softly said, “Jessica and Sam will be at their friends’ this afternoon. We’ll have the house to ourselves.”

“I know, baby girl. But we need to be careful. We can’t leave any signs that we’ve been together.”

“We’ll make sure we get finished long before Mom is supposed to get off work.”

“Melissa ... I really don’t like ... cheating on your mom. It just goes against everything she and I promised each other years ago. I just pray that she never finds out about us, or it will be the end of many things, including our marriage.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy! She won’t know. I’m not going to tell her. So, as long as no one sees us, then there is nothing to worry about.”

“Melissa, it’s amazing what I’m risking just to have sex with you. I just hope and pray that we don’t destroy our family.”

“It’ll be okay,” I said, putting my arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. He quickly ended it though in obvious fear that Sam or Jessica could pass the door.

“Later, little one,” he said, and then smiled.

It wasn’t long before Daddy left for his doctor appointment. He got back home a few hours later. It wouldn’t be too much longer before Jessica and Sam left.

After both of my siblings had left, I went downstairs and found Daddy in the kitchen. I started smiling at him. He knew exactly what I was smiling about.

“Let’s wait a little bit to make sure they don’t come back to get something they forgot.”

I followed Daddy around the house as he tried to pass the time. I was anxious to get started, but I knew we needed to wait a little longer. He would look at me occasionally and start smiling while shaking his head at my impatience. I must have looked like a puppy dog dying to be petted. I just shrugged at him bashfully.

About fifteen minutes later, even Daddy was too anxious to wait any longer. We quickly decided to have sex in the family room so that there would be no bed sheets to worry about. I went and grabbed some extra towels for us to lie on while we fucked our brains out. That would lessen the chance of cum stains or wet spots left on the couch, chairs or floor. I planned to fuck Daddy on everything that afternoon!

We moved over to the couch. Daddy grabbed me in his arms and began to deeply kiss my open mouth. His tongue danced with mine as our hands roamed all over each other. Our lips battled to stay together the whole time.

Daddy’s hands massaged my young firm tits while his thumb and forefinger paused at moments to pinch and pull on my nipples firmly. My hands were busy massaging his throbbing erection.

There was already pre-cum at the tip of his sexy cock. I wiped it up with my fingers, and licked it off my hand while I kept stroking his shaft with the other.

Then my world came to a sudden screeching halt. The end wasn’t near anymore, it was here.

Standing at the door that led from the hall into the family room was Mom. There would be no explaining this away. We were caught. Busted. Hands in the cookie jar, well, mine on his cock and his on my breast anyways. I quickly covered my face in horror.

I sat down on the couch before I fell. My whole body had gone numb. I just knew my world and quite possibly my life were over. Daddy remained standing but was speechless as Mom began talking.

“I kept hoping I was wrong about you two. But I can see I wasn’t.” She spoke slowly and with her voice under control but full of anger. There wasn’t any outburst of tears.

“OH MY GOD, MOM,” I begin crying, “I’M SORRYYY!”

She didn’t respond to my tearful outburst. She purposely walked from the doorway across the room to stand in front of a chair beside the couch.

“James, I think you should have a seat beside your ... our daughter.”

Daddy sat next to me, but not too closely. I felt nothing but terror. Every other feeling or emotion was drained from my body.

Mom then sat down in the chair beside the couch, leaving me between her and Daddy.

“Caroline ... this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have ...”

Mom only put up her hand to stop him from talking. Daddy immediately became quiet. After looking down at her hands in her lap for a short time, Mom looked back up at us with a very sad face and began talking to both of us.

“I know this has been going on for some time. I also think I already know the answer to my first question ...” she said, pausing and then looking at me. “Melissa, did your father force you to have sex with him ... ever?”

I had to clear my throat before I could make any sound. “No,” I said after taking my hands from my face and looking down at my lap. I then looked at her and tearfully added, “Daddy never made me do anything. This is all my fault. I never should’ve ...”

Mom held her hand up again to get me to stop talking. I immediately shut up and covered my face again with my hands. Tears were still streaming from my eyes as I waited for Mom say something. I could hardly breathe from the realization that my family was about to be destroyed just as I feared all along.

Mom looked at Daddy, “How long?”

Dad took a deep breath. “The first time was three months ago ... when you and the kids were at your parents’ house,” Daddy had trouble speaking. “We stopped after that weekend but ... we started back a few weeks ago.

“The trip to see the pitching coach ...” Mom started saying. “Was that a lie so you two could go somewhere together?”

“Yes,” he admitted, his face downtrodden.

“I figured as much,” she said. Looking at me, “Your clothes were not sweaty or dirty after a supposedly hard day of practicing. Your panties were soaked with what I know from many years of experience to be cum from recently having sex.”

I looked at her in amazement as she talked. She had it all figured out. I never had her fooled. She was stating facts to me.

“The bite marks on your breasts were not from your date the previous night. They had to be from that same day.”

She paused for a moment, “Am I correct, young lady?”

I just nodded my head at my mom.

She then looked at my father. “James, in all the years we’ve been together, the only times you haven’t been able to get hard for me was after a whole lot of sex. You couldn’t get hard for me that night.”

Daddy nodded his head as well, acknowledging that she was correct. Neither of us dared to speak. We both knew that this was Mom’s time to say what she had to say.

“Late Wednesday night when I came downstairs, I suspected then that you two were up to something.”

Looking at James she continued, “I watched from our door as you two went downstairs one after the other. You were so preoccupied with each other that you didn’t even look to see me at our open bedroom door.”

I cringed even more at the knowledge of just how careless we had been. We had become blinded by our lust.

She continued talking to Daddy, “I gave you a few minutes to get down here before I came to see for myself. I turned on the light in here expecting to find you together. Then I realized you must’ve either gone into the kitchen or outside. When I walked into the kitchen, I knew I had just interrupted something. I also noticed you trying to hide your erection.”

Daddy just nodded again, looking down at the floor in shame. She had everything figured out. I thought we had been fooling her, but she knew or suspected almost everything about our incestuous affair.

Mom continued, “I knew then that you two were fucking each other. I was furious when I was certain. I wanted to slap the shit out of both of you. I wanted to hit you as hard as I could. I wanted to hurt both of you badly for hurting me the way you did. I remained calm though. I’m trying to remain calm now.”

I began crying harder. She had known for certain since last week! But then I quickly realized something that gave me hope. She wasn’t yelling at either of us. She wasn’t throwing things at us. She wasn’t trying to tear our heads off with her bare hands. She was talking to us. Firmly, yes. But she was keeping control of herself.

“After knowing for sure what I had been suspecting since the previous Saturday, I knew I had to confront both of you in a way that you couldn’t deny it. I knew Jessica and Sam were going to see friends this afternoon. I knew the two of you would be alone together. I knew you would take advantage of the time to fuck some more like ...” she paused as she was about to go ballistic on us.

She waited a moment and took a deep breath, “So I told my boss that I wanted to get off early today to run some errands. I left work about noon and came home, but I drove in using the back road to our property and parked out of sight. After I watched the kids leave, I walked up to the house and waited in the garage. I gave you some time to get started. When I peeked, I saw the two of you kissing and fondling each other. I then walked into the doorway ... and that is when you noticed me.”

Mom paused and looked straight at Daddy.

“I love you, James. I love you with everything that I am. I can’t even begin to imagine a life without you. But we need to talk long and hard about this ... but not now. Not in front of Melissa.”

Mom turned to me, “Look at me, girl.”

I looked up, waiting for her to really lay into me, “You know what you’ve been doing is so very wrong. I think I can get past the fact that you were having sex with my husband. What I’m struggling hard with is that you helped your father to deceive me.”

She leaned a little closer, “You lied to me. You conspired to have sex with my husband behind my back. You have done all of this without any regard for how I would feel. Even if you did care how I’d feel, you were dead set on making this happen.”

Mom not yelling at me but spilling her feelings was worse than being beaten up. I had known that my having sex with Daddy could hurt Mom badly, but I had always pushed it to the back of my mind. My lust for Daddy had controlled my actions. But now I was confronted with her hurt, her anger, her loss of trust in those closest to her.

Mom had paused again. She was struggling to keep control of her emotions, “Melissa, I have given you all my love since even before you were born. I’ve done what is necessary to make sure you have what you need. I know you’re a very adventurous and daring girl. I have known that since you were very young. I knew there would be times I’d have to step in to keep you from hurting yourself.”

She looked down at the floor for a moment. I knew she was still trying to keep herself from just reaching over and slapping the shit out of me. I couldn’t blame her if she did.

“You are a very intelligent young lady, but you can be so stupid at times. You hurt me like no one else could. You threw my love in my face. It hurts me to say this, but I actually hated you the other night ... I hated my own daughter! But ... even in the heat of my hatred, I remembered one thing. One thing that will always win out over any other feelings I have for you. That one thing is ... I love you.”

She reached over to take my tear soaked hand in hers. With her other hand she lifted my chin so I was looking directly into her eyes.

“Melissa, I love you, baby girl. Like I told you this morning, I will always love you no matter what you do. You are first and always my daughter.”

I leaned over to hug her tightly and begin loudly sobbing, “I’m so very sorry I let things get out of control. I love you, Mom. I won’t ever hurt you again as long as I live. I’ve hurt you enough to last a lifetime.”

It took a while before Mom answered. “Be careful what you promise, Melissa. Make sure you can live up to them. Talk is cheap. Your actions will tell the story.”

“I know ...”

She then laid the law down, “If you two ever do this again, there will be real hell to pay. I don’t intend to live my life looking for clues of you having sex when I’m not around. You both have to be careful or you will destroy this family. That is more important to me right now, more than anything else, keeping our family together.”

Mom stood up from the chair, “James, I think we need to go upstairs now and talk.”

Daddy followed her up the stairs. He didn’t look back. I just continued to sit where I was.

What I didn’t quite know was ... what had just happened? Were we still a family? Was Mom just going to forget that this ever happened? Many conflicting thoughts flooded my mind. But the one thing that occupied my mind the most was the fact that my mom now knew. She knew that I was nothing but a cheap slut that would go as far as fucking her own father to satisfy her desires.

For the first time, I truly understood how I almost ripped my family apart because of my uncontrolled impulses. Because I liked to be very adventurous, I had almost destroyed my family. Because I liked to be daring, I had almost broken up my parents’ marriage. I may still have. What were they talking about upstairs?

******

It was still only the middle of the afternoon. But all I wanted to do was hide from everything. My parents were still in their bedroom talking. I could only pray that Mom would find it in her heart to forgive Daddy for what we had done.

Mom told me she loved me still. But she did not say she had forgiven me. The only thing I knew for sure about anything was that I needed to stay away from both of them for a while. All I could do was create more problems for them. Mom was amazingly calm and controlled while talking to the two of us together, considering what she had discovered. But how long could she control her hurt feelings when she was around me?

******

Over the rest of the week, Mom wasn’t outwardly angry toward me, at least not that I was able to see it. But the whole affair put even more stress on what was already a strained relationship between us. I avoided saying anything to her over the next week. I didn’t want to get involved in a confrontation, because I knew it would kill both of us.

By the following week, Mom and I got back to something closer to normal for us. But it was like we were walking in a minefield when we were talking to each other. She tried not to act differently around me, but she would make little comments that were like little jabs at me.

On Sunday of the next weekend, Mom and I were sitting in the kitchen together eating breakfast. I thought that maybe I could start up a conversation with her, and maybe put some of the hurt feelings behind us.

I told her about a friend of mine. She had gotten caught sneaking out of her house in the middle of the night the previous weekend.

“Mom, do you remember Sally?”

“Isn’t she the girl that stays in trouble at school all the time?”

“Yeah, well she got caught by her mom sneaking out of her house last Saturday night about 2am to go hang out with her boyfriend.”

She then snapped, “If Sally’s father was like yours, then she wouldn’t have to sneak out of the house.”

I immediately stopped talking.

I knew she hated herself for saying it because she just turned away, not looking at me. I quickly got up and left the kitchen without saying a word. I avoided her as much as I could for a long time after that. I knew then that even though she loved me, she still hadn’t forgiven me in her heart. The bitterness was still there. The hurt that I had caused might not ever go away completely, as long as she remembered my slutty acts against her marriage.

That turned out to be the worst of the comments she ever made to me. There were some others that were very subtle jabs, but nothing quite like that one.

After that comment though, I started avoiding her as much as possible. I also started avoiding Daddy, too. Not because I didn’t want to be around him. I was afraid Mom would think I was still after him or that we were fucking again.

Daddy had always taken me to softball practices and games, even though I could drive myself. He had always been involved with me with sports and other activities. I loved it. Most of my friend’s fathers rarely took the time to be with them like mine. But I began getting rides from friends so I wouldn’t be alone with him.

I knew he was upset about it, but I was afraid I would make a bigger mess of things if I was around either of my parents.

One thing made it even worse for me. I kept remembering the incredible sex I had with Daddy. He had fucked me like no one else ever had. I occasionally found myself masturbating to the memories of the times he put his gorgeous cock inside my mouth and pussy. I remembered the spankings. I remembered him eating my cum-filled pussy. I even remembered when we licked each other’s assholes.

The memories were wonderful, but the pain my actions had caused all of us always consumed me and caused me to avoid my parents even more.

******

I continued avoiding my parents to the point that we rarely saw each other anymore. Instead of sitting in the family room with them watching TV at night like before, I began hanging out in my room or with friends. I dated frequently during that time just to be out of the house. I was so desperate to be out of the house that I even told one guy that if he asked me out, I would fool around with him on the date.

One day though, Daddy asked, “Baby girl, are you mad at me now for what happened? I don’t like what is happening between us now. You never talk to me or want to be around me anymore.”

“Everything is cool, Daddy. I’m just really busy with everything right now is all.”

That was a lie, of course. I was sure he knew it too. But I didn’t want to discuss any of it with him then. I continued to make up excuses. I even helped friends arrange parties and sleepovers just to avoid being with my parents.

About a month later, Mom walked up to me and gave me a hug.

“I love you, Melissa. Is everything okay with you?”

“I’m fine, Mom. I’m just really busy with things lately.”

More lies, of course. I was busy only because I chose to be.

“Sometimes I wonder if I still have a daughter named Melissa, because I never see her around anymore.”

I continued to avoid them both though. It was easier than dealing with the stress I felt being around either of them.

Another month passed with more of the same. I continued to avoid both of them as much as possible. I literally hibernated in my room except for times when we had visitors, and it would seem rude if I wasn’t with my family.

I continued to avoid saying anything to either of them unless they asked me a question. I left notes for them so I wouldn’t have to speak to them. It was no secret to anyone what I was doing now.

Sam and Jessica ask me at separate times if I was in trouble with our parents. My actions were beginning to put a strain even on them.

Then late one night while lying naked on my bed listening to songs on my CD player, there was a knock on my bedroom door.

“Come in.”

Mom opened the door and walked just inside the room.

“Can we talk for a few minutes?”

“Sure,” I replied, determined to say no more than I needed.

Walking over to the bed, she said, “Come with me.” She then grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her. “All three of us need to talk.”

“Where are we going?” I asked, pulling my hand from hers. I knew an ambush when I saw one.

“We’re going to mine and your father’s bedroom. We both want to talk alone with you. Your father is waiting for us there.”

Oh shit. Here we go, I thought.

Mom stood at the door until I walked by her and began walking to their room. She followed right behind me.

I walked into their bedroom. Daddy was sitting up naked in their bed.

“Sit down beside your father ... so we can talk.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, keeping as much distance from him as possible. Mom sat down close to me.

“We know you’re avoiding the both of us. And we know why too.”

She put her hand on mine, and looked at me sincerely, “I don’t want this to go on any longer because it is hurting everyone.”

She pushed my hair back from my face. I knew she was trying to get me to relax, but I also knew I was the one who had instigated everything that got us to where we were.

“Your father and I have been talking tonight,” she said. “Something’s got to change. We haven’t been a whole family for too long now. I’m sure you know that better than anyone.”

She looked intently at me, waiting for any kind of response. I wasn’t going to give her one, and it was frustrating her.

“I’m not without blame,” she said. “You tried to talk with me a few weeks after I confronted you, and I snapped at you harshly. I was still really upset though. I’m sorry I said what I did. I should’ve apologized to you then, but I couldn’t.”

I continued to sit there quietly. I wasn’t sure what to say. Staying quiet had kept me out of trouble over the past few months.

She sighed deeply. She knew what I was doing.

Mom began talking to me again. “The day I discovered what was going on, your father and I had a long talk. He opened up, explaining how everything happened. I was very upset with him, but what I realized was that what the two of you had been doing was not a threat to our marriage.”

I raised my eyebrow at her. How was I not a threat to their marriage?

“Honey, he wasn’t going to leave me to be with you. Yes, he was committing adultery. I know it was the first time too. But, I also know that no marriage is perfect. I’m actually glad it happened with you, and not one of our friends.”

“You can’t be serious,” I finally said, incredulously.

“Yes, I’m serious,” she replied. “Honey, your father wasn’t going to divorce me to be with you. If it had been one of our friends, I would’ve had to deal with that.”

“Mom, it was incest. I fucked my father. Your husband.”

“And that’s what I was concerned about. I was worried he’d forced you. But you just said it ... you fucked your father. You initiated it, not him.”

“And that makes it okay?” I very skeptically asked.

“Of course, not. What you did was wrong. And just because you seduced him doesn’t excuse him either. He should’ve stopped it from happening.”

I sucked on my lips, not sure how to reply. I should have just kept my mouth shut. Now I was going to get lectured again.

“I knew I could get past what the two of you did ... with time. It wasn’t going to be easy. It took some time for me to understand what happened. But when I did, I was able to get beyond the hurt.”

She then said, “It’s okay ... what you and your father did together. The sex, I mean.”

I looked at her even more skeptically. Screwing my father was okay with her all of a sudden?

“I only hated the deception and your disregard for my feelings.”

I look at her very confused.

“I forgave your father for what he did with you. It really wasn’t the sex that upset me. Seriously, Melissa. It was the deception and lies.”

I wasn’t convinced though. I couldn’t imagine as a wife and mother not being pissed at my husband for fucking our daughter. But, my parents were quite liberal in their thinking.

She then explained what happened between them over the following weeks.

“When we came up here to talk that day, I wasn’t sure we could work things out. I was angry at both of you, but I was determined to try to find a way to get passed this. I know how close the two of you are. I know it’s easy for you to convince your father to let you do what you want, but that’s no excuse for giving in to having sex.

“Things weren’t easy for me and your father for a few weeks. My anger was always close to the surface. I lashed out at him more than once. But the worst was over between us after a few days.

“Unfortunately, you and I have had a problem talking ever since you became a teenager. I tried not to lash out at you. And the one time you seemed to put out an effort to have a regular conversation with me, I did just that. I hated myself for doing it just as quick as I said it. I blew it. And looking back at it, it just completely pushed you away from not only me, but your father as well.”

Mom continued telling me about their relationship over the past few months. I still wasn’t sure what happened between them after they left me to go upstairs to talk. But it didn’t seem to affect their relationship in a bad way at all.

As it turned out, they were getting along fine together. All of this had actually given a spark to their relationship. They were trying harder at their marriage. I couldn’t really see it because of my trying to stay out of sight as much as possible.

She didn’t ask Daddy about details of what we had done together until about a month ago. They had only talked in general about it before, and she had only learned the basics of what had gone on. But a month ago, they had talked in great detail about the affair.

“Daddy told you about the things we did?” I asked her, and then looked over at him flabbergasted.

“I asked him to,” she replied

“Did he tell you about ...”

“He told me everything. The spankings. The kissing with cum on your mouth. Licking each other’s butts. Everything.”

I looked at Daddy with my mouth hanging open.

“He even told me you deep throated him. Impressive,” she said, sort of smiling.

“Oh God,” I embarrassingly whined.

“And that position you tried when you fell off the bed in the motel room, I never realized just how imaginative you could be.”

I couldn’t seem to utter a sound as I sat there with my mouth open. I was in a state of total shock.

“He said you’re a great kisser as well,” she seemed to gleefully add.

I covered my face in total shame, “I’m sorry ...”

She quickly pulled my hands away and then lifted my face with hers, “Do I look mad or upset?”

“You’re not?” I disbelievingly asked.

She shook her head, smiling.

“He told you all the stuff we did, and you’re not pissed off?”

She shook her head again with the same smile, “Honey, the sex the two of you had obviously didn’t hurt you. It certainly didn’t hurt your father,” she said, both of us glancing over at him. He had a sort of sheepish smile.

“If anything, it seemed to help your father and I become closer over the past month ... and more intimate together.”

“Mom?!” I asked wide-eyed, completely shocked at what she was insinuating.

Obviously knowing what I was wondering, she replied, “I know the two of you had some exciting sex together. Your daddy has told me everything and ... we’ve tried quite a bit of it together.”

I blushed as I listened to her. Then Mom did something that completely stunned me. She reached over and grabbed Daddy’s cock, which had grown extremely hard while we were listening to Mom.

“What you two did seems to have made him even more of a stud in bed now,” Mom said smiling at me.

Mom paused for a few moments as she seemed to be gathering her courage, “I would like to see the two of you together ... if you want to.”

At that point my mind was on overload. My wheels seemed to turn at the speed of light. Had I heard my mom right? Did she just ask me to have sex with Daddy again?! In front of her so she could watch?!

Mom could tell that I was more than speechless. She could also see that I had not gotten up and run from the room either.

“Lie down by your father,” she said, almost pleading with me to do it. I skittishly scooted over close to Daddy, stretching out beside him.

Looking at Daddy, she said, “Show me what you did with her the first night you slept together on this bed.”

I rose up and looked quickly between them. Was she serious?

She looked back at me, “Is it okay with you if he does it?”

“I guess ...” I said more because I was scared what would happen if I said I wasn’t.

I wasn’t really sure exactly what Mom was up to. She was making out like she was turned on by the idea of watching me with Daddy, but I was uneasy about things. I was basically doing it because she could always intimidate me like that. Was she setting me up for some kind of revenge? Was she trying to embarrass or ridicule me?

Daddy looked at me and asked, “Do you want to suck my cock, baby girl?”

I looked at Mom closely and she just smiled and nodded.

She then just sat there watching me expectantly. Both my parents were sitting quietly watching me with a curious expression and giving me time to deal with the situation. I needed a moment to decide if I wanted to bolt from the room or do what Mom, and apparently Dad too, wanted me to do. I finally felt my body taking over. Once again my body made my decision for me. I moved down Daddy’s body and began kissing and licking his cock ... in front of my own mom! I decided to just go for it. If I was being setup, I was going to at least enjoy it while I could. I was going to give Mom my best performance. And I was getting seriously turned on.

I sucked his cock deep into my mouth, letting the head enter my throat. I cradled his balls in my hand as I work his shaft with my wet mouth. I could tell he was about to lose control and spurt his cum in my mouth. I was sure Mom could as well.

Looking at Daddy, she whispered in a rough voice, “It looks like your daughter is about to make you cum.”

“I told you she was good at it,” he panted back at her.

Daddy lifted my head by my chin.

“Can I fuck you, little one?” he asked me urgently.

I answered by rolling over onto my back and pulling my knees up and spreading them apart. He scooted between them and pressed the head of his cock against my dripping hole, easing his shaft into my pussy. I had wanted that cock so badly months ago, and I was getting it again ... this time in front of Mom ... with her apparent blessing!

I glanced at her. She was rubbing her clit! She was actually masturbating while watching her husband fuck me in their own bed! I still couldn’t believe she would let me do this, unless she was trying to teach me a lesson or something. But I decided to enjoy this while it lasted.

While Daddy was fucking me deep and hard, she reached over and caressed one of my tits, letting her fingers pinch and pull hard on my nipple.

“Your father said you liked to have your nipples played with like that. I’ve begun to like it myself,” she huskily said.

My mind and body just couldn’t process all the sexual stimulation from my parents. I was about to have the most intense orgasm ever.

“Oh God, James! She loves it! Fuck our little slut! Pound her little pussy!”

My body became rigid and as I was about to squeal loudly, Mom covered my mouth with her own. I was screaming into my mother’s mouth while her tongue sought out mine.

Mom waited me out and pulled her mouth away from mine as I settled down. Daddy was still fucking me, getting close to cumming himself. She continued playing with her clit while kissing me, and now she was ramming her fingers inside herself.

As she reached her own intense orgasm, she squealed, “Oh, God! Fill your baby girl’s slutty pussyyyyyyy!”

Almost on cue, Daddy’s cock erupted deep inside me as well. He held himself balls deep as he filled me with his sperm.

I watched the two of them, flabbergasted. They were treating me like a sex toy. When it was over, I just started crying. I just completely lost it because I was certain this was Mom's way of getting back at me ... by trying to humiliate me.

Mom asked, “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

The concern in her voice and on her face was very genuine.

I just looked at her hard and asked, “Do you still love me? Are you trying to humiliate me?”

She took me in her arms, holding me tight, “I love you more than my own life. It’s okay, baby.”

She then lay down beside me, cuddling with me, “Everything’s fine, Melissa. I’m not mad at you anymore. We’re not trying to hurt or embarrass you.”

Daddy was brushing his hand through my hair, and rubbing my arm, telling me everything was okay.

“You called me your little slut,” I whimpered at Mom.

She shook her head, smiling, “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, honey. I was just so turned on watching you. Your father calls me a slut in the heat of the moment a lot. I wasn’t trying to insult you.”

At that point I was just physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted. I fell asleep in their bed between them while they held me.

******

When I woke up the next morning, I discovered my parents were already awake and had left the bedroom. I came down into the kitchen and saw Mom alone. She came over and hugged me tightly, kissing the side of my face several times.

“Will you go back to the bedroom with me?” she asked. I nodded, half smiling.

We sat on the bed and had a good talk.

“I had to find some way to break the ice between us,” she told me.

“So you got me to have sex with Daddy again? Wasn’t that what started everything?”

“What started the real problem was the secrecy and deception.”

“But how does my having sex with him now change things?”

“It’s now something we can do together,” she said, almost grinning.

“Mom, it’s incest!” I quietly asserted.

“That didn’t seem to bother you before,” she chuckled.

“But ... it’s wrong!”

“And it wasn’t before?”

“Well ... yeah, but ...”

“I’m not supposed to approve of it?”

“Yeah.” I replied.

“What we did last night may not be healthy in every situation, but it didn’t hurt any of us. Did it?”

I just shrugged, not sure about it.

“You had fun last night, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah ... even though I wasn’t sure what you were up to.”

“I wanted to watch.”

“I don’t get it. I had sex with your husband. Why aren’t you mad?”

“Over the past month, your father told me about everything you two had done. I don’t know how to explain it, but it turned me on. I became obsessed with it. When your father and I had sex over the past few weeks, we pretended I was you.”

“Seriously?!”

“Yep.”

“Why would you even tell me that?!”

“The same reason I went and got you from your room last night. I want my daughter back.”

“I still don’t get it, Mom.”

“Well then, here it is. I don’t mind if you have sex with your father. I just don’t want it hidden from me.”

“I don’t believe this.” I breathlessly said.

“I want to be a part of it though. That is all I insist on.”

“So, it’s cool if Daddy and I keep doing things ... if you’re there with us?”

“Yep ... except I don’t always have to be there. I just need to know either before, or very soon afterward. No secrets. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah,” I said in disbelief. I was getting my mother’s blessing to have sex with my father?

“Let me make one thing clear though. If you ever try to take advantage of your father or me in any way, there will be hell to pay. Like you said, it’s incest. The legal trouble would be a nightmare. I won’t have you trying to get your way with something by using threats or blackmail.”

“Jesus, Mom! I would never do that! I love you ... not to mention I don’t want to be known as the girl who had sex with her father. That wouldn’t be the best thing for a girl’s reputation in high school.”

Mom laughed softly, “Okay, I think we’re on the same page with this then. And the sex with your father and me should not and cannot stop you from having boy friends. It would not be healthy to be exclusive with us. Eventually you need have your own family.” Mom stopped for a minute, musing things over. Then she continued, “Also, don’t let on to Sam or Jessie what we’re doing.”

“They could figure it out,” I said. “You certainly did.”

“If they do, we’ll deal with it then,” she nonchalantly stated.

“So ... you really pretended to be me?” I curiously asked, smiling.

“It was some of the best sex we’ve had in a long time,” she admitted to me.

“Maybe you could pretend to be Jessie now,” I said, surprising her. “Daddy would probably like that.”

“If she ever becomes as daring as you, I won’t have to pretend.”

“Maybe I could give her some lessons on how to seduce older men,” I giggled. She just shook her head at me in amazement.

Then she said, “I dare you.”

“Oh really?”

She started to blush, looking away from me.

“What about Sam?”

“I doubt he would be interested in seducing your father.” I rolled my eyes at her.

“Well, if you’re not interested ...” I started saying.

“Who said anything about not being interested?” she interrupted with a wry smile. I just grinned back at her.

“Do you dare me?”

“What do you think?” she boldly replied.

******

I looked closely at Mark taking in everything.

“Do you still love me?”

“I still love you, but God damn girl!”

“Not every day a girl tells you she’s been having sex with her father, huh?” I asked.

“That’s definitely a first for me. Sheesh.”

It was a lot for him to take in at one time, but he was still on the bed with me. That’s what counted. And he was even smiling.

“Do you think I’m a pervert?” I bashfully asked.

“The biggest one I’ve ever met!” he exclaimed, but he was still smiling.

I playfully pouted. I then realized his cock had quickly become hard. I reached for it, squeezing it gently, “It looks like you weren’t turned completely off by it though.”

“I guess I’m as big a pervert as you are,” he smiled.

“Lay on your back, buster,” I playfully demanded. “Let me show you what a real pervert can do.”

He rolled onto his back. I slid seductively onto his body, straddling him. My pussy was hot and wet on his stomach. I could feel the head of his cock poking at my ass. I leaned down to kiss him passionately.

I then lifted myself so that I could position the head of his rigid shaft at the opening to my cunt. I slid down the entire length of his big cock, moaning loudly as it filled me completely.

As I began to fuck my man, I decided to finish my confession.

“Mom was right about how thing would turn out,” I said. “Things got back to how they’d been before everything had happened, except I was having sex in their bedroom once in a while.”

“I can’t believe she likes watching you fuck your father!” he replied. “Oh God, baby. Your pussy is heaven around my cock!”

“I’m glad you like it,” I said, smiling sweetly.

“You’re so damn sexy when you do that,” he said. He then moaned as I squeezed his cock with my pussy, showing my appreciation for the compliment.

“I still can’t believe you did all that!”

“That’s not all, babe. The next night Mom licked my pussy to some incredible orgasms so Daddy could watch. Of course, Daddy wanted to see me lick her. It was so wild doing things with my mother.”

“OH fuckkkkkk, Mel! You and your mom?!”

”Having sex with her may have been a bigger turn on than what I’d done with Daddy. From then on, it’s mostly been a threesome. Mom’s quite skilled with that mouth of hers.”

“Oh God, yes! That is so fucking hot! So is your damn pussy right now ... Damn! Damn! Damn!” he yelled out as he jammed his hips up into me hard.

“Damn it, Mark! Your cock feels like it’s spitting me in half!”

“You wish,” he playfully replied. I leaned down to kiss him quickly.

“Do you still have sex with them?” he asked, jamming his cock up in me hard a few more times.

“Yeah,” I replied, groaning as I rutted on his cock. “After that first night, we started getting together at least one night on the weekends in their bedroom. The rest of the time, Mom and I began slipping off to one of our rooms during the day to talk more and more about our sex lives. She revealed to me that she and Daddy had been swingers before deciding to have children.”

“Your parents are swingers?!”

“Not at the time I had my affair with Daddy, but they had been swingers when they first got married until Mom wanted to get pregnant. Of course, they never expected to be making their own personal slut to play with,” I said, gripping his cock tightly with my cunt again as I slowly fucked him.

“Of fuck it all, Melissa ... this is so fucking hottttt!”

“After talking with Mom more, she told me that they’d been interested in opening up their sex lives again. Nothing had happened since us kids had come along until I got involved with Daddy. A few months after our threesomes started, they began having sex with a couple that was in their early thirties. A few months later, they became involved with another couple about their age, too.”

“Melissa, baby. I can’t hold it back much longer. I’m going to fill your naughty Daddy fucking pussy with the biggest load of fucking cum ever!”

“You’ve got such a potty mouth, lover. Whatever am I going to do with you?” I asked seductively.

We both moaned loudly as we came together. My pussy had a death grip on his shaft as he filled me up with cum.

I collapsed on top of Mark and we kissed each other softly, enjoying a very tender and intimate moment.

“Now you know my dark secret,” I said. “There are some other things you need to know about, but we can talk about those later. You know the important stuff. And, I still have sex with my parents. I’ll give it up, if you want me to. You’re more important to me.”

“I can probably live with it,” he replied. I knew that wouldn’t really work though.

“Mark, I’m hoping that maybe you will accept this and become a part of it with me as well. I’ll leave it up to you. I love my parents, but you are my true love.”

“You want me to join in?”

“Mom needs a nice hard cock while Daddy is busy fucking me,” I casually replied.

“That will be too wild,” he said, still amazed at what I was offering.

“Do you mean you might like to fuck Mom?” I asked, grinning cutely at my sexy man.

“That would be so fucking hot! Fucking your mom while you fuck your father!”

“Maybe we could try some kinky things together ... the four of us! We could maybe do some kinky things like Daddy and I do sometimes?”

“Like what?”

“Well, when you have extra people there that can help balance you ...” I started saying, teasing him.

“Oh fuck, yes!”

“I thought you might be interested,” I playfully said. “So, all of this is okay with you?”

“I don’t want you to give up what you have with your parents. It wasn’t a threat to them. So it shouldn’t be a threat to us. I want to be a part of it with you, if that is what everyone wants. The main thing I want you to know is that I love you and want you to be my girlfriend.”

I bit my bottom lip. This couldn’t have turned out any better.

“I want you to be my boyfriend, but you know I won’t be yours exclusively if I’m having sex with my parents.”

“As long as I can be involved, I don’t care.”

“You’re not trying to get my mother through me, are you?” I teasingly asked.

“Your Mom is beautiful and sexy, but you’re more beautiful and sexy to me. You’ll always be the one I want.”

I kissed him deeply, wondering if he would be able to tell the difference in mine and Mom’s kisses when we had our first threesome.

A short time later while I was lying on his shoulder, he asked, “By the way, how did the dare concerning your sister and brother go?”

The End