****** Lusty Laziness by Martijn Meerkat ******
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Lusty Laziness


Getting into bed with us was never much of deal for our kids. I guess we
started that quite naturally with our son Jason and when our daughter Fiona
figured out how to get out of her crib, she naturally blended in with our
leisurely family tradition. For my wife and I this was part of our parenting
and although we never went too much into details about it, it was an unspoken
understanding that we expected it to avoid instilling false modesty. We wanted
to teach our children a more adult perception of our, and their own bodies and
how to respectfully behave on that count, compared as to what we perceived to
be the average unwholesome puritan attitudes around us and I think we did
pretty well at that. As they grew up they would drop in as they saw fit to have
a moment of warmth and closeness with us before the work or school day. Later
those daily encounters became less frequent and eventually became the ritual to
celebrate the start of a Saturday or Sunday. Nudity amongst ourselves was
nothing that we even gave a second thought at all and we generally held our
outdoor vacations at nudist, we called that naturalist, colonies and as the
kids grew up they went to naturalist summer-camps. As I remember it, things
were not intended to have a strong sexual emphasis if any at all, but the
situation left room for the normal physical reactions that came with each
other's pleasant and close proximity. For me that meant that I regularly had a
hard-on, if not from the normal morning drive, then eventually brought on by
our enjoyable intimacy and the resulting inevitable stimulation of several
erogenous zones. For my wife that meant that she, by her own admission, became
horny and wet enough to serve a cavalry regiment. Some of the best lovemaking
with my wife I had after the kids would have gone downstairs to make breakfast.

As it happened, our son Jason was very much a mommy's boy and preferred to
cuddle up with Mira, my wife and our daughter Fiona instantly appeared to be
daddy's girl and could not be happier that lying on top of me and listen to my
heartbeat and my breathing. Sometimes she'd prop herself up on her elbows and
while she'd rest them on my chest we'd have long funny talks, sing silly songs
together, tell stories or just look at me as I looked at her in wonder about my
fortune of being blessed with a daughter like her. Jason had something similar
with my wife and we were as happy as could be expected while navigating the
flow of the hectic modern life of a moderately successful family. When Fiona
grew taller as she got older, she increasingly came in contact with my male
parts, which when I was most obviously aroused, I found a little embarrassing
at first, but later accepted as a more or less pleasant side effect of our
being together. From her side she apparently saw my hardened and swollen
maleness as something completely normal and inevitable and she reacted by
making herself comfortable without much ado.

This consisted mostly of squirming and maneuvering it into that position that
was most comfortable and natural to her. At first that was by sandwiching the
assertive appendage between herself and my belly, but later she found it easier
to just have it poke up between her legs as she straddled me. Since I wear
pajamas and she as a rule wears her nightshirt with panties that was not a
problem and after some wiggling and giggling she'd generally find her favorite
position.

Over the years, and particularly after Fiona turned eight I became increasingly
and sometimes shamefully aware of her sexual potential. Frankly speaking Fiona
started to play a major part in my sexual fantasies, but that is where I drew
the line. Fantasizing is one admittedly pleasant thing, but actually giving in
to it and acting on it was quite another. I am an open-minded person and having
grown up in the sexually permissive sixties, I have only few taboos, but that
of doing it with my lovely young daughter just happened to be one of them.

Until that one Saturday morning in August when we had one of our traditional
cuddly sessions, that is.

Jason was fourteen going on fifteen and Fiona had just turned eleven and each
had taken up their stations of choice. Even in the early morning it was hot and
instead of my pajamas, the night before I had decided to wear an old T-shirt
and wide boxer shorts to make myself a little more comfortable.

Fiona slipped under the single blanket made herself at home on top of me.

She had grown into a tall and supple pre-teen. Since I am not that tall myself
she recently had taken to negotiate my raging early morning erection by letting
it poke up between her legs and buttocks and firmly resting her young
femininity on top of it as if riding it. The heat made me drowsy and I kept on
snoozing while Fiona rested her head on my shoulder. I had noticed that my wife
and Jason had remained quiet, but I had thought that they were just like us
quietly lazing around. I only had to look forward to having to mow the lawn and
maybe clean up the garage and take a stab of the domestic purgatory that we
called the basement. In the pleasant haze of our early morning get together,
neither of these seemed particularly attractive activities so I lay back and
lazed in happy enjoyment of my lovely daughter's proximity. Feeling the firm
softness of her body lying on top of me, smelling her sweet warm girl fragrance
and hearing her breath and playful grunts and little squeals as she made
herself at home made me feel very happy and warm towards her. I found myself to
be a lucky guy and decided to stretch this pleasant laziness for what it was
worth.

At one point something seemed to catch Fiona's attention. She glanced sideways
and chuckled quietly after which she impishly smiled knowingly and almost
inaudibly whispered something in my ear.

"Hey Dad. They're doing 'it' Daddy, don't you see?" She giggled and wiggled in
mischievous delight. "Watch Jason's butt very carefully..."

I carefully turned my head and closely watched what was going on next to us.

Jason and my wife were lying in a similar position as Fiona and myself with
that difference that Jason lay in between my wife's thighs. To my amazement I
realized that Jason very slowly, almost unnoticeably pushed his buttocks down
as if to push himself closer to my wife's abdomen, then very slowly pulled up
his butt up, only to repeat pressing them down again. At the same time my wife,
just as slowly, moved her abdomen as if to meet him. At first it looked as if
they were just readjusting themselves. It took me a couple of moments to master
my astonishment as I realized that they were really having intercourse. Jason
was fucking my wife. He was making love to his own mother and he was doing it
in slow motion. Very, very slow motion, but nevertheless it was obvious that he
went deep into her and was really sexually coupled with her. For a moment I
didn't know what to think or what to do and I just lay there with my eyes
riveted to their furtive lovemaking as they continued for quite some time. On
the one hand I felt vaguely violated and a little angry, yet on the other hand
and on a reasonable level I felt strangely aroused and happy for him as well as
for my wife for that matter. It struck me that our sex life had not been
stellar as of lately and that the last time that we had consumed our marriage
was at least a month and a half ago. No wonder that my wife was going for the
firm and energetic body of her young son who was by now rapidly nearing his
physical maturity and frankly speaking was quite well endowed. I chuckled
soundlessly as I thoughts about old goats going for a fresh young green leaf
played through my mind. I heard my wife make a stifled and muffled gasp that I
knew to indicate that she was having her part of intimate enjoyment and Jason's
body seemed to stiffen and strain for a moment as he ground his pelvis into her
as he silently must have reached his orgasm. My wife had never been a noisy
lover and keeping quiet and containing herself only seemed to increase her
pleasure. I guess it's a matter of style and preference that just happened to
be hers. Jason occasionally dipped into her and she responded as if to ride out
the ebbing waves of their lust and finally they remained lying still, their
breathing sounding as if they were very deeply asleep.

Fiona stirred as if to break the spell and on that cue Jason and my wife gave a
nearly perfect impression of waking up from a deep slumber as they untangled
themselves and lay back. Jason's still half raised manhood made a moist spot on
the sheets and made a small tent as he rolled on his back on the other side of
my wife and at that point I decided to be a good sport and play it along.

"Well good morning, you sleepy heads, How's life this morning?" I grumbled my
normal jovial greeting and saw Jason pop up his head in reply. With an
expression that contained a whiff of guilt, but also a wagon load elation and
flushed with the satisfaction of his so recently achieved release he replied.
"Oh, err, Hi dad. Yeah, the heat makes me so sleepy, I must've dozed off
again." His voice broke with the telltale sign of mid-adolescence combined with
that of being a little insincere, but I left it at that.

"Yeah I know what you mean, Big Guy. Just a day to be lazy and take it easy
isn't it Mira?" I said and reached over to my wife who drowsily cast me an
unfocussed smile, apparently still recovering from her climax. She sighed
deeply, then pulled herself up and stretched sensuously, the taut nipples of
her still nicely firm breast straining the fabric of her night-shirt and at the
same time betraying her sexual stimulation and contentment.

"Yeah honey, Say it's almost nine and Jason has to go to his Water-Polo
training. I think I'll get up and take a shower, then drop him off and make
breakfast when I return, what do you say?" She replied with a lazy, satisfied
smile.

"Sounds good to me, dear. I think I'll just take it easy here with Fiona for a
while. I'm not ready to get up yet. Old beasts like me like their snoozes." I
told her with a lazy grin, folded my arms behind my head and now looked at
Fiona who mischievously grinned back at me. "What about you sweetheart? Want to
snuggle some more with me? It's still early." I inquired with a wink that I
carefully concealed from my wife.

"Fine with me dad. I've got nothing until about two when Linda and Gina come
over to do the girl-scout cookies planning. I like it here with you." She
chirped happily as she squirmed and hugged me more closely as she pressed
herself closely against me.

"All right then, you two lazy-bones. Don't do anything I wouldn't." My wife
cheerfully remarked as she got up and gave Jason a hand to pull him up.

"Well, Jason dear, are you coming?" Jason had in the meantime managed to
reorganize his shorts and soon my wife and him marched out of our bedroom,
leaving Fiona and me to ourselves.

The whole event had aroused me in ways that I had never held possible and I was
horny as I had never been before. The idea that Jason's young seeds were now
diligently swimming inside his own mom's belly excited me beyond distraction.
Besides that, my wife's remark about not doing what she wouldn't reverberated
in my thoughts and fanned the flames of my desire as I felt the warm softness
of Fiona's girl parts firmly resting on my by now gigantic erection. I widely
grinned at Fiona. She impishly grinned back and brought a finger to my lips so
as to keep me from making too much noise. As soon as we heard mom and Jason
walk down the stairs, Fiona erupted in a gale of giggles and tickled me.

"They were really fucking with each other, now were they daddy? And they
thought we didn't notice!!" She whispered with a wildly naughty grin that had
distinctly hungry undertones and for the first time that I noticed, she
deliberately rubbed her crotch against my dick, which by now had escaped my
shorts and stuck up between her legs in the most powerful erection in ages.

With a start I noticed that she had no panties on and that her hot little
girl's parts were moistly kissing the shaft of my staff. Fiona sighed and with
brash insistence rubbed her moist little slit eagerly up and down my equally
eager and enjoying erection.

"Hmmmm.. I like thisss, unhhh... It makes me feel so...so...so hungry down
there, daddy!" She softly murmured as she increased the pressure and pace as if
to get even more and better from what she was doing.

"Oh, my little princess..." I managed to groan, almost overcome by my desire to
take her then and there and I firmly embraced her to allow herself to even more
intimately stimulate herself upon me.

"Yes, my sweet little darling! Enjoy... It's so nice to do this with you!....
Oew, you are so nice and wet..." I continued to encourage her as I started to
move with her to help her find the delicious oblivion of orgasm.

It was clear that her young body, still unaccustomed to sex or so I thought,
was intensely reacting to the arousal of the moment and the stimulation of the
meeting of our genders. Our groins became wetter and slippery with Fiona's
lubrication and our parts met in a frenzy of wet noises. Fiona's movements
became even more urgent and rose to a feverish pitch as I met her in her
thrusts and gyrations. Her breath came in gasps, sighs and halfway intelligible
moans of pleasure until she let out a deep quivering moaning sigh and collapsed
on top of me while continuing to frantically rub herself against my rod.

"Ohhhhhh, Daddyyeee, that feels sooo nicee!!! Ooohhhhh that's soo much better
than I could ever do it myself!" The whole experience of having my lovely young
daughter reach her orgasm so intimately with me moved me deeply and aside from
by now being sexually loaded to the limit made me feel proud and emotional at
the same time. I gently stoked her wild golden-red curls and then held her
tightly and listened to her breathing, felt her heartbeat as she came to rest
and recovered from her lust. Fiona nestled and lazily cuddled with me and soon
her regular breathing told me that she had dozed off again. I watched her face
and carefully studied each and every little thing that I loved so much in it.
Her hair that framed it in a flaming red mane, the freckles on her forehead
that blended the golden brown specks with the creamy white and the beautifully
expressive eyebrows. Her long eyelashes that always seemed to accentuate her
now closed eyes, which when open always seemed to twinkle with a happy, mostly
mischievous quality. The small jaunty, perky nose that, together with her
delicate high cheekbones gave her an elf-like appearance. Her beautiful cheeks,
now showing the ebbing blush of her excitement and arousal with a vague
contented smile that made tiny, but so infinitely charming dimples. Her already
full and generous dark pink lips that, slightly parted, showed a glimmer of her
pearly white teeth. Her elegantly pointed chin that hinted the firm and sharp
pride with which she always asserted herself without ever having to become too
forceful. Then the fine line of her jaw and the gracefully long neck. The
collar of her nightshirt had become untied, the tiny buttons having given away
to her brash cavorting, exposing her creamy white and soft firm girl breast
crowned by a pointed, nearly full-grown nipple which had proudly raised itself
in her arousal and was now slowly relaxing. I sighed and Fiona stirred and
mumbled sleepily with a soft little purring moan.

"Ooew, I could spend the whole day with you this way dad. I'm soo relaxed now
and I feel so heavy and lazy." I sighed again, contented although still very
much aroused and by now with a tremendous stone-ache. "Hush now my little
flower, hush now and let's enjoy the morning this way." I murmured as I gently
hugged her and Fiona hugged me back as we listened to the morning sounds that
drifted in through the open windows. The chirping of birds, the happy barking
of a dog a couple of houses away, the ringing of a kid's bicycle bell and in
the distance the knocking sound of someone using a hammer on wood.

Then, close by, the voices of my wife and Jason, giggling and happily
bantering, cut off by the sound of the car doors being slammed shut. The car
started and the grating of the tires over the gravel in our driveway told me
that it turned into the road and pulled away on it's course. Supposedly towards
Jason's water-polo practice, but given what had taken place earlier, heaven
knows.

That thought brought me back to the recent events in our bed and with that my
erection returned in full force. My body was obviously very much aroused, but
my mind and my emotions were still very much in turmoil about it. I felt
vaguely uneasy, unsettled and frankly speaking a little jilted, pushed out of
my sexual prerogative with my own wife by my own son. On the other hand it also
amused me and I felt glad for my wife and for Jason at the same time. 'The
horny little fucker thinks he has it made by pumping his mom's plum full of
himself and the old mare apparently enjoyed the ride too.' The thought made me
chuckle and relieved some of the tension and chased away the wisps of vague
anxiety. I concluded that on the whole I didn't mind it too much.

Fiona stirred again and apparently woke up, raising her head and listening with
me at the cars that disappeared in the distance. She wiggled herself closer to
me and then raised her face, looking at me with a wide impish grin.

"Hey dad, don't you think it's weird? I mean, Jason sticking his little pecker
into mom and fucking her, squirting inside of her, there where he came from?
And they were having fun with it too!!" She giggled and pushed herself against
me, grinding her firm and warm groin against me, against my more than obvious
stiffness. I cleared my throat and felt a tad put on the spot, but then
embraced my own understanding of it. I had felt attracted towards my mother
myself, but that had never gone anywhere. The time had not been right for it
although my father had already died by then and my mother must have been sex-
starved by then. Then I had been attracted towards my little twin-sisters and
at one time we had fooled around and I had found myself entering first sweet
little Georgina's plum and squirt her full of me and then lustfully pushing
myself into feisty Caroline's tight little vagina. I had been and remained
their lover off and on until they married and even after that had numerous
sexual encounters with them. I still think back often and with intense
affection and fondness of those happy days of sexual discovery. I guess that
the concept of family confuses our sexual feelings and urges, but that our
bodies are less picky about it. On that thought I answered Fiona's questions.

"Hmm, Nah, my little rosebud, I don't think it's too weird. They did what their
bodies told them to do and they found it to both their liking. It's really very
natural, although most people think it's wrong and dirty, but as long as nobody
forces or hurts anyone, I don't see too many problems with it." I rumbled and
Fiona seemed to accept that. She rested her head on my chest again and seemed
to pensively mull over my reply as she stared at the shear curtains that gently
moved in the morning breeze. Then she nodded and suddenly giggled.

"Seeing them do it while they think we didn't noticed it made me kinda feel
nasty and horny too, daddy, but I guess that you figured that out immediately
afterwards, didn't you dad?" I nodded and now chuckled myself.

"Sure, my little flower, I couldn't help noticing. You made quite a production
out of it. Was it good for you, like really good?" I asked and now Fiona looked
up at me. At first she shyly smiled a tiny little bit awkward, but as she saw
my smile without any trace of disapproval, widely and wholeheartedly as she
nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah! You bet it was, dad! I came like, like...like a freight train, like a
kind of a happy tornado, like a huge wave of warm fuzzy, happy tickly feeling
in my belly and my 'thingy' an' all at the same time!" She admitted and again
pushed herself leisurely and luxuriously against me. I ran a little short of
breath with that stimulation going on, but managed to contain myself as we
settled back in our pleasantly lazy enjoyment of the moment. Fiona smiled
contentedly and continued to slowly and enjoying move against me, sending waves
of stimulation through me. After a while her movements became more urging and
more pressing and I also noticed that she lubricated profusely, again covering
our groins with her juices. The smell of her juices became clearly noticeable
and intoxicated me. At one point she perked up and seriously watched my face
with a sly little smile forming around her adorable lips before she started to
whisper naughtily if somewhat hesitantly.

"Dad? I feel like... I feel... I feel like doing it again, but then for real
and with you, dad." With amusement she studied the effect of what she so boldly
confided made on me and apparently I was unable to conceal my desire.

"I really, really, really want to make love to you dad! I want your big
dingaling inside my little thingy and I want badly dad!" She demurely begged
and then smiled at me with her most winsome brilliant and longing smile.

To say that I hadn't thought of that would be a blatant lie, and my body ached
for her, longed for her and wanted nothing less than enter her and find release
and lustful satiation in her fresh and young supple body. I had to call on my
last reserves of resolve to keep myself from immediately giving in to that and
take her then and there.

"But, my little flower, you know that I want that as well, but let's be careful
now. I would love to make you feel good, but having sex with you but... I mean,
I could hurt you... You are still so young....and I'm not really that big, but
still... I would never, ever want to hurt you. I want you to know that." I
stammered and felt myself blush and become uncertain and unsure about where
this was going, but Fiona grinned hungrily and giggled naughtily.

"Hah! Hurt me? You think I'm too young for that? Well daddy-dear, let me tell
you, remember me going off to girl-scout camp three years ago? Now that's where
I lost that pesky little piece of skin that closed off my thingy and I have
used the handle of my hairbrush almost every day since.

Heck, I think I was six when I had my first orgasm and I've always been horny.
I think I was born that way. Isn't that what they say about redheads? Well
that's me!! Some times I sleep with something stuffed into it. I took the
handle off one of my old hairbrushes and when I feel really, really nasty I go
to school with it stuck into me and then I fantasize about fucking and sex and
things all day long. Hang on now, dad, we're going to have some fun now!"

She giggled wildly again, bounced up, threw back the blanket and deftly pulled
her nightshirt over her head. I didn't know immediately how to respond, but
that didn't matter since Fiona had the initiative and by her actions and
obvious intentions was not likely to give that up. She unbuttoned the single
button of my shorts and nearly tore them from around my loins.

"Aw, c'mon dad, off comes the shirt!" She giggled and started plucking away at
it. Silently I pulled my T-shirt over my head and lay back speechless.

"Ya know, Jason once tried it with me, but he never managed to get it in 'cause
he came before we really started doing it. Kind of a bummer and he never tried
it again." Fiona wistfully continued, a little breathless as she cuddled and
pressed her lithe firm naked body against mine. Next thing I knew, she pushed
me down on my back and straddled me. And rested herself on her arms with her
hands on my shoulders.

"Now my dear daddy, we are going to fuck and we are going to do it NOW!!" I
barely recognized my dear young little daughter who from one moment to the
other had turned into a hungry vixen with a brazen lustful smile. With a deft
movement of her abdomen she positioned her warm and wet femininity upon my
ramrod and pressed down. I felt the heat of her body radiate on the purplish
swollen knob of my manhood and then felt her body open up to me, allowing me to
enter her and venture into the most intimate part of my young little daughter.
It felt as is a soft and warm ring was opening as the tip of my penis entered
her, the ring nearly snapping in place as the ridge of my glans was received by
it. I was overwhelmed with the intense feeling of delightful hot stimulation
that I had last had with Georgina and Caroline.

Fiona had closed her eyes and her lips were slightly open while she struggled
and bucked to get more of me inside of her. She moaned and her breath came in
small gasps that followed the deft rhythm with which she bucked her hungry
young womanhood against my slowly intruding member. I don't know whether she
had exaggerated her sexual prowess to impress me, but it was obvious that the
size and length of my manhood gave her difficulty to receive it into her. It
was not until I actively started to take part in our coupling by following her
rhythm and thrusting up to her that I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper
into her tightly squeezing temple of love.

Then, suddenly it struck me. I was actually fucking my beautiful little
daughter, the apple of my eye, the one who I secretly found to be the ultimate
prize of my marriage. Still I could have stopped it. I could have turned back
from where we were going, but I also realized that under the circumstances and
the mutual arousal that would have almost physically hurt both of us so I
surrendered to it and continued to move along in our dance of incestuous
coupling.

The stimulation and torrent of primitive arousal was too strong, the urges too
forceful and deep. She wanted it. I wanted it. We both wanted it badly and I
felt the first droplets of pre-cum course through the firmly lodged tip of my
member as I thrust upward to enter her deeper, deeper into the kneading tight
firmness of her sex, deeper and closer to the deep raging fire inside her
belly. We went at it, each adjusting to each other, our breath following our
rhythm, our bodies becoming sweaty and fragrant, in turn exciting us further
and whipping us up into a wild frenzy as we tried to complete our coupling.
Very slowly, a tiny little bit with every thrust Fiona stretched and there
where she eased up I further penetrated her, her slippery moisture aiding me,
but after I don't know how long a span of delicious coupling she collapsed in
uncontrolled spasms on top of me.

"Daddy... gasp... daddyyy... gasp... take meee!... gasp... fuck me.... gasp...
help me to get all of you into me... gasp... and fuck me!!" Then she kissed me
on my mouth and quickly her tongue flitted into my mouth where it butterflied
around and danced with mine. She fully opened up to me and we shared breath,
out moans and grunts reverberating in each other and so even more completing
the unity of our bodies into that deliciously wicked double headed, many limbed
beast of lustful incest incarnate.

I firmly embraced her and pulled her close to me as I forcefully bucked myself
up to her, and entering her yet another tiny little bit deeper. Then I rolled
her over and without leaving her delicious churning hairless slit I landed on
top of her. She opened her legs as wide as she could and pulled her knees up to
give me the easiest access to her wanting young womanhood.

Now being able to control things a little easier I started to move in a slow
gentle flowing motion, while coaching my now wild and nearly uncontrollably
bucking daughter to follow my tempo. With every thrust I entered deeper into
her, forcing my sword of procreation into her yearning scabbard of love as she
allowed me deeper and made feel welcome into her by kneading, caressing and
coaxing, almost sucking it into herself. Finally I reached her depth as her
labia kissed the base of my staff and her little clitoris rubbed along and up
against the upper side of my swollen and surging manhood. I felt the firm and
hot knob of her cervix meet and thrust against the sensitive and ultimately
stroked and stimulated tip of my penis. We moved in unison now, Fiona tilting
her pelvis up to meet my thrusts and I straining my loins to enter yet deeper
into her, her feet locked behind my buttocks and spurring me on to ride her
harder, deeper and faster towards her ultimate delight. We started to move with
me setting the pace and guiding Fiona, now my young daughter and lover, by
moderating her wild gyrating and humping movements and channeling them to what
pleasure and stimulation that I could lead her, towards her delight and
enjoyment. I broke the intimate kiss, lifted myself and sought out the nipples
her yet unformed breasts, kissing them, sucking them in and tasting the
intoxicating salty mixture of our sweat and savoring the soft, yet firm texture
of her swollen girl's nipples. With my hands I caressed her yet unformed breast
that showed themselves as low freckled mounds of her creamy skin. That seemed
to send an almost violent shock of pleasure through Fiona. She audibly drew in
her breath and her gender reacted by constricting around my penetration,
gripping it with the most powerful muscle in her body and milking it with the
rippling sucking spasms of her young and tight young girl's vagina. She was
coming and with reaching her orgasm a high jubilant squeal left her mouth as
she squeezed her eyes firmly shut in the intense exultation of joy that nature
rewards the ultimate act of bodily union with. At that point I could no longer
hold off and I felt my balls tightening, my member growing even firmer and
stronger.

I let the wave of seed coursing from deep within me though my staff, fighting
to defeat the resistance of the constriction by her tightly clamping vise of
her gender and giving me a formidable storm of delight leading up to my own
orgasm. Then it reached the head of my staff and I exploded into the hottest
and all consuming withering longest climax that I ever had. The knowledge that
I was propelling my living seed into my own young and so willing and wildly
receiving daughter's womb nearly robbed me of my senses as I pumped torrent
after torrent of my white hot sperm into her. Fiona was still going through the
throes of her own climax and at the height of our spasmodic union in unholy
delight, our incestuous coupling, she dug her nails into my back and bit me in
my shoulder until it bled. Of course it hurt, but in the heat of our explosion
of lust it only served to propel me to even higher levels of enjoyment. Her
love muscle seemed to suck me even deeper and our bodies pressed against each
other to become even more one than we already were as we rode out on the
crashing waves of our orgasmic ecstasy. We were one as we would ever be and as
it appears we will be for as long as we would want us to be. Finally the
maelstrom of feeling, smelling and enjoying each other subsides and our
movements became slower, more controlled en flowing, still savoring the fading
zenith of our raging delight. Eventually settling into the soothing rocking in
contentment and fulfillment, we held each other, nuzzling each other and
whispering, moaning sweet little words that must have come from our deepest
most primitive selves. Fiona looked at my face, sweat streaming from her
forehead in the hot morning air, her eyes still in the far away look of dreamy
peace after the ultimate experience of bodily satisfaction.

"Ooohh, I love you dad!" She hoarsely murmured and her vagina still cramped and
pulsated around my likewise still firm manhood that twitched as the last
droplets of my seed were coaxed from it into her. "As I do you, my sweet little
flower!" I grumbled in reply and in an autonomous reaction pushed myself deep
into her again. After the incredible explosion of our lust, it felt so good
just to be inside of her and stay there, remain one with her in a union of own
blood, even deeper than that of the family that we, each individually formed
part of. The thought of that re-ignited the glowing embers of my lustful desire
and I, slowly and gently started to move again.

Fiona must have felt the same, since she met me in that with equal gusto and
gentleness if somewhat in surprise at first.

"Oooeew, again daddy? Oohhh yessss that's fine with me. Hmmmm, yeah!! make me
come again!! Uhhhrr I want more of it. This is the best I ever had and I want
it, I want it every day and I wish I had done it a lot earlier!... gasp...
Yeahhh that's it daddy... gasp FUCK MEeeeEE!...

Gasp... gasp... gasp... EEEyeaaah pump me full of you!!! I love you!!" She
softly called out. We kissed again, as deeply as only lovers in sinful union,
mischievously savoring the sweetness of our sexual union, the joy heightened by
the taste of forbidden fruits. Before long we were rutting away and without
stopping for anything rode each other to orgasmic oblivion again.

I woke up. For a moment I was completely disoriented and confused. Next to me I
heard the regular breathing of Mira and a quick glance on the alarm clock on my
nightstand learned that it was almost seven-thirty. Then I lay back with my
hands behind my neck and laughed by myself, at myself. It had all been a dream,
a product of my own imagination and Morpheus' trickery and frankly speaking I
was sort of elated although I had a raging hard-on. 'Oh well, if Mira won't
take care of that, I'll have to resort to the 'fast-fiver' to let off some
steam there.' I thought by myself and let out a combination of a wistful sigh
and a chuckle. Mira woke up by my chortling and stirred. Her hand reaching out
to me and give me a stroking pat on the balding top of my head.

"Hey! What's so funny old man?" She crooned sleepily as she lazily turned, got
on one elbow and looked at me. "You look like the cat who caught the canary...
and then let it get away." She mused with a faintly mocking little smile. All
signs in her demeanor told me that I would again be out of luck.

I knew then signs too well. She was not in the mood for me and I decided to
drop the matter and not go into that, but sighed resigned. "Hmmmm, yeahh,
something like that, dear. Something quite like that, but then completely
different." I replied enigmatically and again chuckled after which I made
myself comfortable again to lazily snooze on for a while. Some things in my
dream had not been imaginary and the prospect of dealing with the garage and
the basement did as yet not overly appeal to me. Mira sunk back into her pillow
too and apparently made herself up to do the same when Jason's clumsy stumbling
footsteps of, followed by the lightly tripping steps that belonged to Fiona
heralded the arrival of our offspring. Soon I heard the telltale soft creak if
our bedroom door and quickly and quietly Jason and Fiona took up their stations
of preference. I made Fiona welcome at my side of the bed and the soft rustling
of sheets told me that Mira did likewise with Jason.

Fiona positioned herself on top of me in the usual position and with a happy,
lazy little sigh hugged and nuzzled me before drifting off into a light slumber
again. I contented myself with admiring her for a while and realizing how lucky
I was. Next to me things had also quieted down and before snoozing off again I
let my gaze drift over them. Only to realize that Mira had drawn her knees up
and Jason at exactly that moment let himself sink deeply into her as she heaved
her abdomen up to meet his thrust. Having first gone through the realization of
having had a very entertaining dream the shock of realization that it was
rapidly becoming reality left me confused and slightly disoriented. Now I was
not sleeping, but I almost pinched myself to make sure of that. Apparently it
must have made me shift ever so slightly and ran a shiver through me which, in
turn roused Fiona from her slumber. She opened her eyes and although she
remained still and quiet, twinkling eyes and a sly smile made clear that she
too knew what was up. She then put a finger on my lips and with a lustful grin,
while looking me straight in my still amazed and bewildered eyes, she impaled
her soft and wet little plum on my pre-cum oozing erection. With a soundless
gasp of delight she slowly allowed me to fully penetrate her and rejoice in the
hot tightness of her depth. We did not move. We just remained lying there. One
in incest and one in our unholy delightful expectation of what was to happen
when Mira and Jason would go off to whatever they were planning to go to.

Our lust and enjoyment far exceeded what I had dreamt before and after that, my
life has never been the same. Fiona is now twenty eight and, with a couple of
short intervals when she tried different boy-friends and I enjoyed her girl-
scout friends, we remained lovers. Mira and Jason also spend their days in
mutual enjoyment and sexual gratification, so everybody is happy ever after.


FIN

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