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A Daughters broken trust

Seanloveswomen on Incest Stories

   I really dont care to elaborate on this story much. I didnt mean for it to happend but it did. Heres how the story goes. My wife called me up said shed be home in a day. Flight delayed ect. Whatever i thought. Ok so another night. Well i got very drunk that night. Me and my wife have a 13 yr old daughter at the time . I was then 31. Well straight to buisness. I got drunk as shit and some how hbo channel was showing naked sex on tv. I instantly began to get hard and stroke my self under a blanket on the couch. It was about midnight or so my daughter sound asleep or i thought so atleast. She walks about right when im getting into it. You know when prejizz oooz out and makes it so intense. You just wanna explode. I stop look over in the kitchen shes getting something to drink.

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I try to change the channel but fumbled around the remote for a second. I try to play it off. She walks over and sit down. I asked what she thought she was doing. She said staying up its a weekend. I told her no and go to bed. Being a smartass like me she turns around and says. What the hell do you think your doing dad under the blanket and goes to her bedroom and slams the door wam. I was pist and enraged. I kinda went overboard that night. I had been doing shots infront of my daughter earlier in the night and she complained about me doing them so quickly ect. blah blah blah. ALL I HERD.

  I quickly pull my boxers up and walk towards her bedroom door. I go to open it and its locked. I knock she says fuck you to me in a cring sobbing voice. I kick the door down and i see her sitting on her bed with her head on her knees with her legs pulled up to her head. By this time im no longer hard. But i became hard enough soon. I grab her legs and pull them to me . Shes now on the edge of the bed and my boxers hiding my cock is in front of her face. I Grab her by the hair and tell her who the fuck do you think you are. She begins to cry even louder and tear up really bad. Shes turning red and very scared. I turned her over make her bend over the bed. I slapped her ass once and flipped her back over. I demanded she say shes sorry. She just looked down and wouldnt make eye contact. Her silence enraged my anger. I was shit drunk and didnt have a give a shit in the world at that time. I grabbed her by the hair once agian this time forcing her head to my crotch area. Thru my boxers i made her face smell my sweaty hairy balls. Now she began to gag but get very teary. I pulled out my cock which was soft still. I placed my hand around it . 4 inchs soft 7 hard i rubbed it in her face and slapped her with it till it began to hardon. She just had a flow of tears and wouldnt let her lips apart for anything. I told her to open her mouth and she wouldnt. I let go of my cock while still grabbing her forcefully by the hair. I slapped her hard and said Open your mouth. She quickly listened to me scared shitless and teary eyed she open it slightly. I then layed down on the bed while holding her hair forcing her head to move where ever i wanted it. I forced it down to my cock which stood at attention in front of her now soft ruby red lips. She slowly opened them i told her to suck on it. Which she did. Her teeth clamping down as she let inch by inch into her mouth. I guess from fear of being hit and nowing id do it agian she complied. She only would allow the head in her mouth . I forced her throat open with atleast 4 inchs of my cock she began to gag. Awww yea thats daddys little girl i told her. She looked up at me with those big green eyes and i began to force her mouth around my cock. Soon enough she was gagging and choking for air. Slobbering all over my cock it felt so great. I asked her if she wanted me to stop and she mummbled yes. I told her to open wider and it would all be over. She began to tear once agian and try to stretch her tonsils open. Once agian i started to insert my cock in throat. I began to throat fuck her and make her choke and gag agian.  AHHHHHHHH yea thats daddys girl ahh ya i pushed deeper and deeper. She was waiting for it to end and i was too. I kept jaming my cock down her throat til it was all the way in balls deep till i felt her throw up inside her throat and then swallow it and my juices down. She wasnt able to breath choke or gasp for air no more. I began to mouth fuck her. SHe began to turn red and vioently try to push off my body while i forced her head and throat more and more down my shaft. I must have pumped her throat and felt her throw up 3 times. She started to turn blue in the face and my blue balls instantly began to squirt in her throat and make it go down her throat to her belly. Her teeth began to sink harder into the base of my shaft while her nose and chin was burried in my pubic hair.  It only made my shaft fill her throat walls more and suck more cum out of my balls and into her stomach. I pulled out and as soon as i did so she puked all over her self. I left while laughing. I came back 10 mins later and she was in bed cring. I walked over and told her goodnight daddys little girl ...She began to sob more and i left and headed to bed to jerk off once more to what just happend. It was the best blowjob by far. But i knew what i had done was wrong and it broke the trust and bond we had.  We actually became good sexual partners. Another story for those who want the long version

Fucking My Daugher Nancy - Part 1

darkslave on Incest Stories

My name is Jake and I just turned 50 years old. My wife if Christine and she’s 49 and we have one daughter, Nancy who just turned 18 two months ago. Nancy has shoulder length brown hair with a small frame.

Christine and myself have always had a very active sex life. Or maybe I should say Christine fucks the shit out of me.

While Nancy was growing up, I often would see her peeking into our room while I was fucking Christine. Nancy peeked at me getting blowjobs, eating Christine’s pussy and once peeked at me ass fucking her. I didn’t mind because it turned me on thinking Nancy enjoyed it. To be honest, I’ve jerked off thinking of what it would be like to fuck Nancy.

But there’s something I don’t know Nancy knew. I

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would often peek on her while he would masterbate in her bed late at night. The sight of her making making her pussy cum always gave me an instant hard-on.

One weekend, Christine left Thursday to spend the weekend with her parents and would return Monday. That left Nancy and myself all alone. After dinner, we sat on the couch and watched a movie. It was "R" rated and had a softcore sex scene in it. I grabbed the remote and fast fowarded through that scene.

"Don’t do that Daddy," Nancy protested.

"Sorry honey, I wasn’t sure you should be seeing that stuff," I responded.

"You do know that I know all about sex. After all I’m eighteen and sometimes you and Mommy aren’t exactly quiet at night," she replied with a smile.

At first I was embarassed, but then it kind of turned me on.

"Okay," I said then winking at her, as I rewound back to the beginning of that sex scene.

We watched it and the thought of my daughter enjoying this scene was making my cock hard.

The movie ended and Nancy got off the couch.

"I’m going to bed," she said then leaned down and gave me a kiss on my forehead.

"Good night honey," I said and watched her walk away.

I put on another movie and watched it.

Thirty minutes later, I got up and went to the bathroom. I left the bathroom and walked down the hallway and noticed Nancy’s bedroom door is cracked open. She typically closes it. I couldn’t resist and peeked inside. To my surprise, Nancy was lying on her bed wearing a tee shirt and panties. She had a hand down her panties playing with her pussy. I stood there and watch her arch her back as she had an orgasm. My cock instantly got rock hard. I didn’t know what to do, so I quietly left and returned to my movie.

The movie ended ninety minutes later and I turned off the TV. I walked back down the hallway to Nancy’s bedroom. The door was still cracked opened and I got curious and peeked in. Inside, she was was lying on her back in panties and tee shirt sound asleep. I couldn’t resist.

I quietly walked into her bedroom and up to her bed. I quietly sat down on her bed by Nancy and looked at her. I carefully moved her tee shirt up and looked at her white panties. Her legs were opened so I have a good view of her panties. I reached over and lightly rubbed the crotch of her panties with a finger. She didn’t stir. I continued rubbing her panties concentrating on her clit. Then Nancy moved her hips, as it was exciting her. I continued rubbing then she arched her back and moaned a little, as she had an orgasm. I got nervous and left.

The next morning I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee before I left for work. Nancy entered still in her tee shirt, which covered her panties. I got a little guilty and nervous thinking about what I did last night. She came over and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

"Good morning Daddy. Did you sleep well?" she asked me.

"Yeah, considering I was alone in my bed," I answered.

"Too bad," she replied, as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

"So Nancy, what’s your plans for today?" I asked.

"Oh, just lie around the house watching movie," she responded with a smile.

"Sounds cool," I said, as I got up, put my cup in the sink and walked over and gave her a kiss on her cheek.

"Have a great day," I said then left.

During work, I kept on thinking of last night and got periodic hard-ons. It sure was a long day!

I returned home to find Nancy watching TV. We exchanged a little kiss and then I went to the hallway. As I walked down the hallway, I walked by Nancy’s bedroom and then something caught my attention, so I snuck inside and saw a dildo lying on her bed. My got started to rise inside my pants thinking of her playing with her pussy. I left with a smile.

After dinner, we watched a couple of movies then Nancy went up to bed. I waited.

It was 2:00 in the morning and I slowly walked down the hallway and stopped by Nancy’s door. My heart was racing thinking of this terrible thing I wanted to do, but it was exciting me, so I took a deep breath and went inside.

Nancy was lying on her back wearing her tee shirt with her bed sheet up around her waist. I sat down on her bed and noticed that dildo was close by. I slowly lowered by bedsheet and to my surprise, Nancy wasn’t wearing any panties. He beautiful hairy pussy was right there staring and inviting me. I couldn’t resist so I ran a finger up and down her slit. It didn’t take long before her hips were moving indicating he liked it. Her pussy was getting wet from my finger moving up and down her slit so I grabbed the dildo and slowly inserted inside. She didn’t wake up.

As I continued to fuck her pussy with her dildo, I got a rock hard erection. Then I got a surprise.

"Ahhh, yes. Fuck my pussy," Nancy moaned in her sleep while moving her hips to the rhythm of the dildo.

Her pussy was so wet, as I continued to pump the dildo in and out. Then I got another surprise.

"Eat my pussy! Please eat my pussy Daddy," she yelled out.

I was shocked and immediately stopped not knowing what to do, so I pulled the dildo out of her pussy. Nancy sat up and looked at me.

"Do you like my pussy Daddy?" she asked.

I was speechless for a second.

"Yes honey. It’s sexy." I responded.

She reached over and ran her hand down to my crotch.

"Ohh. Does Daddy have an erection playing with my pussy?" She asked as she rubbed my hard cock through my pants.

Nancy got off the bed and stood by me and removed her tee shirt revealing her naked body to me. My mouth dropped to the floor while I stared at her sexy a-cup tits. She grabbed my hands and stood me up. She removed my shirt, then dropped to her knees and unbuckled my pants and lowered them. She lowered my underwear and my erection sprang out at her face. I stepped out of my pants and underwear and stood before her in all my glory.

"I think Daddy needs his cock sucked," she said just before she put my cock into her mouth.

I couldn’t believe it. My Daughter was sucking my cock.

"Yes. That feels great Nancy. Suck Daddy’s cock. Suck it good," I said then placed both hands on her head and face fucked her.

She removed her mouth off my cock, stood up and grabbed my hand and led me to the bed. She put us into a 69 position with me on my back. There I was looking up at my Daughter’s pussy. I was in heaven, so I started eating her out. It didn’t take long for Nancy to have an orgasm.

"AHHHH EAT MY PUSSY DADDY!" Nancy screamed out.

Then when back to sucking my cock with felt great, as she’s a great cocksucker.

"That’s a good girl. Suck Daddy’s cock," I complimented her.

We continued our 69 position with Nancy screaming out every time her pussy had an orgasm. Then I couldn'’ take it anymore.

"Better remove you your mouth. I’m going to come!" I told her.

To my surprise, she continued to suck me off.

"AHHHH!" I screamed out.

Then I shot my wad of hot cum into my Daughter’s mouth with her accepting it all.

She got off me and swallowed my cum.

"Mmmm. Great tasting cum Daddy," she said with a smile.

"I can’t believe what we did honey. I’m ashamed of myself," I told her with ashamed eyes.

"Plus I can’t believe you would swallow my cum," I told her.

"I’ve wanted to try that after watching it on porno movie," she told me.

"Since when did you start watching porno movies?" I asked.

"Since I discovered them in your underwear drawer," she said with a smile.

I chuckled. She lied down next to me resting her head on my shoulder.

"Don’t be ashamed. I’ve always wanted to have sex with you. I would get so turne all when I peeked in on you fucking Mommy," she reassured me.

"I knew you were watching. It turned me on." I told her.

"Good. Now let’s get some sleep," she said and then closed her eyes.

It didn’t take me long to fall asleep with my naked Daughter next to me, and the taste of her pussy still in my mouth.

It’s 6:30 am and I woke up with Nancy lying on her stomach. I looked over at her nice ass cheeks and my thoughts got nasty.

I got up and leaned over to her ass and ran my tongue up and down the crack of her ass. I then ran my tongue up and down her asshole. Nancy moved a hand to her pussy and started playing with her clit, as I continued licking her asshole.

"Yes Daddy! Lick my asshole. I love it!" she moaned, as I reamed her asshole with my tongue. My cock was now rock hard.

Then Nancy got up, reached over to her bedside table, opened a drawer and removed a condom packet.

"Fuck my Daddy. I want my pussy fucked!" she said, as she handed me the packet.

Then she got on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass at me.

"Your Daughter wants to be your little whore. Fuck me!" Nancy yelled.

I put the condom on my cock and inserted it into her wet pussy. I started humping her.

"Ah yes! Fuck me Daddy. I’m your little slut," Nancy yelled out, as I fucked her.

Nancy put her head down on the bed and arched her ass towards me, as I slammed my cock into her wet pussy.

I fucked Nancy’s pussy for another ten minutes, then I was ready.

"I’m going to cum honey," I told her.

"Cum in my mouth,"she answered.

I pulled my cock out of ther mouth, removed the condom and was met by Nancy’s waiting mouth. I put my cock into her mouth.

"I’M CUMMING!" I screamed out then filled her mouth with my cum.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth.

"Taste great!" she said with a muffled sound because of the cum inside. Then she swallowed.

I got off the couch.

"Come Nancy, let’s shower," I said with a smile.

"Now we’re talking," she said, while getting off the bed.

We walked naked out of the bedroom.

To be continued…

Inside Me: C11

enchrine on Incest Stories

Inside Me

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“How much do you really know my brother?” I asked Montana as I sat down at our lunch table with my tray.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you two have talked on the phone, and more than once. You never told me anything about that and when Ean talks about it, he gets quiet and stops talking soon after.”

Montana seemed intrigued with what I was telling her about my brother. She also appeared afraid though that she was in a corner.

“Listen,” I started, “Ean really needs a girlfriend for more than what I can offer him. It seems he had high hopes with your sister and now that I’ve got him to release his emotions, he wants
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me to fulfill that stuff. I’m his sister, I can’t do it.” Montana looked at me curiously for awhile before speaking.

“Sooo, you’re scouting out girls now for your brother.”

“What did you two talk about that you felt wasn’t important enough to tell me yet?” I began showing irritation in my voice. I didn’t want to answer her question. She caught onto my impatience.

“Well, we talked maybe five or six times, for a couple of hours each.”

Five or six times, what was she pulling at? There would be no way a person could forget the exact number of something like that.

“We talked a lot about my sister, and of course I bragged a lot about myself. I basically said that she was too stubborn to change and I wasn’t, let alone I didn’t even need to change to make him happy. Mainly I just flirted with him a lot. It was impossible to tell whether he liked it or did it back to me. But he let me do it to him.”

Montana paused and looked to my face.

“You can’t blame a girl for trying,” she remarked.

“And did all this information just slip your mind all the times we talked about my brother before.”

“You would do the same if it was my brother. You would have never let me see him if you knew that stuff. Besides, I made hints about it.”

She did make hints that she liked my brother, and that my brother probably already mysteriously liked her back, but nothing big enough to figure all that out.

“Also,” she continued, “if you are looking for a girlfriend for your brother, one time, I did jokingly ask him if he would go out with me when he gave up on my sister. He said yes, even though to you, it would sound like a joking yes, I think he meant it.”

This was all way too much way too fast. She said there were hints though. She left hints. My mind did suspect something all along. I always had a gut feeling. Damn it. Those tiny things, tones in voices, wording of sentences, pauses between words, facial expressions; were those things Ean used to plan everything. Things I always overlooked as insignificant. They were impossible to tell the meanings too, I think. Was that why Ean was so smart?

Montana was playing with her food waiting for something from me. Waiting for me to make my move. I acted on impulse. Things just came to me. Montana waited. Was she planning? Why was she so slow in math? I could solve problems much faster than her but in the end, she was at minimum, twice as thorough as I ever could be.

I had to stop it, soon I would promote her to Mad Genius. She was a fifteen year old girl with a crush on my brother. She was like him in so many ways but still only fifteen. A sophomore in high school just trying to get at a guy.

The way Ean looked at me that morning, the way he kissed me. He stopped seeing me as his little sister; he started seeing me as a girl he loved. I couldn’t let my brother fall in love with me. I hated myself so much. Not three weeks prior, that was my ultimate goal. How did everything turn around? Now I was protecting Ean from feeling too much for me. He was the one who started out protecting me from wanting him too badly. All I knew was somewhere, somehow, in the past few weeks, I grew up a lot.

If Ean fell in love with me, I wouldn’t know what to do. We couldn’t get married, we couldn’t have a family. Damn everything. That constant loop stuck in my mind. Was that what Ean felt when it all started?

“Don’t worry,” Montana said softly looking to my thoughtful face, “I won’t steal him from you. Even if he does like me, I’ll make sure he knows that you come first. I’m not going to abandon my best friend just for some guy, even if it is him.”

“Thanks,” I cooed. Now they had both said it. They both said that I was first before anyone else, before the other. Everything was falling apart right under me, everything that I tried planning or ignoring, it all crumbled down to my last hope – Ean and Montana, both devoted to me.

All the planning and hoping I did between the two that they would never meet then fell down to me wishing everything that they would fall for each other at first sight. Apart, they relied so much on me, too much. I wanted them together. Everything I denied, all the thoughts that flashed through my mind before, the happiness the two would make each other, all of that, without me. But it was with me at that point. I was included. I wanted them together then, but just with me in there too somehow.

But with any new thought of new potential, more fear began rising that I struggled to ignore. What if they didn’t like each other when they met? What if they were two similar? What if they just annoyed each other? What if only one liked the other without the other liking back? Everything would fall back on top of me.

Why couldn’t I just be a normal fourteen year old girl with normal fourteen year old problems?

The remainder of lunch was pretty silent between us. On our walk to the middle school after classes, Montana though shocked me a bit.

“Yeah,” she said, “if one of my parents call for your mom, you have to pretend she’s out at the moment and not gone completely. Also, I kind of mispronounced your last name pretty bad so they wouldn’t question the relation to my sister’s boyfriend.”

“They don’t know your staying with him!” I yelped.

“They would never let me stay with him, they would think he was psycho depressed or something and if he wasn’t, they would think he was just a cold person and a bad example. Also, they believe they know your mom from church or somewhere. I think I saw your mom in a parking lot in the distance and pointed her out because she was pretty far behind someone I knew my parents recognized as a nice lady, so they think that’s her.”

I was speechless. All I could do was stutter.

“It gets loads more complicated too, but in the end, they’ll eventually find out but I think I can get off with only a week or two grounded. Even then, I’ll just read books in my room and live vicariously through you in our lunchroom chats.”

“So then, off to your house, then call Ean to pick us up,” was all I could muster in my disbelief.

“Yeah, but we have to sneak up to my house to double check that my parents are gone, otherwise they’ll want to just bring us over. So if their flight was delayed, I’ll need some time to piece my backup plan together.”

Wow. That was all I could think of her right then as we waited before the growing crowd of middle school kids walking from the doors.

Bentlee popped up next to me without me even noticing. I managed to catch most of my jerk so I didn’t look so startled that she would laugh. We started off toward their house as Bentlee began about all her aspirations for the weekend.

Thankfully, the flight must not have been delayed and their parents were gone with only a note on the kitchen table. I called Ean and then left upstairs with Montana to help her pack. After we fit everything she wanted into a large duffle bag and her emptied book bag, we walked over to check on Bentlee.

Bentlee was working on a second laundry basket full of stuff beyond a large duffle bag and her book bag. Montana and I made short work of almost all of it by critiquing everything she had in a manner we made to sound like Ean. Countless teddy bears and stuff so amazingly pointless flew from her packing as we laughed and scoffed at it.

Bentlee was a lot like Montana and I guess Crystal, but she was so incredibly different as well. She was strong and had some wisdom somewhere in her, but she was so much like the other kids I remembered in seventh grade, maybe a little worse. She was probably more like Crystal in the long run over Montana. She seemed much more extroverted and willing to mold into the crowd.

Perhaps in the end, we scoffed maybe too much, because she ended up with less stuff than Montana. Even still though, I thought they both had an excess for only staying four days at my house.

Driving home with Ean proved to be quite an awkward silence. My theory was proven correct in just how scared those two were of actually meeting him. As we pulled into our driveway though, I noticed Ean looking into the rearview mirror and something clicked in my head. He had been doing that the whole trip and once I started thinking about it, the more odd it was for him to do that. At least that was until I looked back and saw Montana also staring at the mirror. That mirror that Ean so inconspicuously adjusted before leaving their driveway. Was he putting a current face to that voice he talked so much too before?

I marched first, leading the two others into my room. The first thing I saw was my panties on my bed. Those little girl panties that were filled with Ean’s cum. He must have thrown them there. Immediately, I grabbed them and threw them into my laundry basket. I wasn’t in the mood for some reason right then.

Montana and Bentlee dropped their stuff onto my floor. I guess that would be the home base. We would most likely end up in the living room before the TV sleeping.

Ean didn’t really know what to do apparently and retreated to his room leaving the door open a crack. Bentlee kept bugging me to get him so we could all do something together. I told her that she could get him if she wanted, but if she wanted a reaction from him she would have to be specific. He didn’t fare to well with doing ‘something’.

In time, Montana suggested that we load Bentlee up with sugar and let her be the entertainment. Apparently sugar and her didn’t mix well, or just mixed too well, so her parents cut her off of it. Montana said that it just made everything so much worse when she actually did get a hold of some.

I went straight to my kitchen and found a box of snack cakes. I laughed silently as I showed Montana the ingredients. The first two were “Sugar” and “Corn Syrup,” aka, liquid sugar. I’ll end that with saying that Ean soon enough had to close his door, and us girls had a great time.

A little after midnight though, Ean came out when things silenced down. Bentlee was out cold in her sleeping bag and Montana and I were fumbling through movies to watch. Ean walked into the living room eating a sandwich and dropped the empty box of snack cakes in front of me.

“I thought she wasn’t allowed to have sugar,” he asked.

“She only had three,” I defended weakly, assuming he must have been informed about that rule from Crystal. “Do you want to watch a movie with us?”

“I guess.”

Yes. That was definitely a good sign. He didn’t even ask what movie. I guess after the day by himself, he just wanted to be with people. Not his usual self but even better.

Montana was already putting in a movie as Ean retreated to the couch.

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“Ean,” I whispered as the ending credits scrolled up the television screen in the black room. Montana was to my other side leaning over with her head sleeping on the arm rest of the couch. My own tired head laid gently on Ean’s arm.

“Hmm?”

“You can do whatever you want to them and they would only like you more,” I said softly. “Don’t worry. This whole weekend will be so boring for everyone if you hide away in your room all the time.” I watched in silence as more meaningless names moved up the screen.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I just can’t stop thinking about you. And what I want to do… Montana… You have no idea how right you were. Just knowing she’s in the same house as me makes my legs weak.”

I smiled. “Be strong. You’ll get her faster than it took me to get you. Just waiting will kill you. Trust me, I tried waiting for you and about died.”

“What about Bentlee though.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to put a little girl in her place,” I whispered menacingly before we both sat a while longer in silence.

Montana shifted in her sleep.

“Well, I guess I should go to sleep,” his voice broke a bit louder as he began getting up. As he left the room, I turned to Montana and began shaking her.

“Montana, wake up,” I whispered loudly, “it’s time to go to bed.” I felt pretty stupid after I finished that sentence but it made some sense to me. Our sleeping bags were on the floor, we were on the couch.

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e.l. hanes

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My life with uncle-part 2

sarahandmark on Incest Stories

I am 23 now but this story began almost 15 years ago. It is a love story and one that continues today. My uncle (though I barely think of him as uncle now) reads all that I write, helps with editting when his memory is better than mine.

Thank you for the support for the first part of my story, it is nice to read your comments.

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The next few days I thought endlessly about uncle, about kissing and about the bulge I had seen in his pants. Every time the telephone rang, I would rush to answer it and every car that drove near our house seemed to excite then disappoint me as
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it drove by. I daydreamed constantly and nights when I lay warm in bed I relived that night, relived uncle holding me and kissing me. Once or twice I even thought about what was in uncles’ pants, maybe more curiosity than anything else but still I recalled with fondness the sight of him growing big down there for me.

 

 

Uncle called in unexpected a few days later when we had just got home from school. I was so excited to see him but he was acting a bit strangely. He told me later that he was very nervous that day wondering if I might have told someone about what had happened. I followed him around the whole time he was there. An hour or more after he arrived he seemed to have lost his nervousness somewhat and we finally got a moment where we were alone. Sis had raced off somewhere and mum was again in the kitchen. In this brief moment, he smiled at me and gave me a quick little kiss on the lips, then whispered "hello, my girlfriend." I smiled and inside felt very happy that all seemed to be ok between us.

 

 

A few weeks passed where uncle would call in once or twice a week. Every visit was highlighted by some brief moment where we had a quick kiss and he would always say nice things to me when no one else could hear calling me "his pretty little lady" or "beautiful girlfriend." I loved those moments and to hear him call me such things. The visits were nice but I was becoming desperate for another night where uncle would be our babysitter.

 

 

Finally one day mum said that she and dad were going out Friday night and asked us who we wanted to babysit. Sis and I both yelled uncle and mum laughed. She always asked and we always said the same thing. I stood by mum as she telephoned uncle heart racing, hoping that he could make it and didn't have to work. I almost jumped with joy as I heard mum saying that she would see him Friday then. The rest of the week went on and on forever and all I could think about was Friday night.

 

 

Uncle came round after school on Friday and played with sis and I outside for a while. Every chance he got he would touch me hand, my arm, my hair, my shoulder and smile at me. He seemed happy and I couldn't wait until later that night. Sometimes during our fooling around he would touch sis, maybe picking her up or something similar. I could see that his contact with her was not the same as with me but still sometimes felt a quick pang of jealousy. I wanted him only to touch me. Uncle finally said that he was getting tired, and had better go have a chat with mum. Sis and I both said no and that he should stay playing with us. With that he picked me up in a big hug his arm supporting my bottom, his other hand round my back and said "all right, he would just have to carry us in then." With that he began walking to the house hugging me this way. My legs had wrapped round his waist and I held on to him tight. He whispered to me so sis could not hear "Hello my gorgeous little girlfriend. You are looking very pretty today. I love when you wear little skirts like this one." This was the time I learned how uncle liked to see me dress and from then on I always tried to wear dresses and skirts for him. As he carried me through the back door, we passed through the laundry and he got a chance to give me a quick kiss. I just hung on tight, enjoying his hug and didn't want him to put me down when we got inside. When he did put me down he called out "Right I better go get sis now" and headed back out the door. I felt that burst of jealousy again when I saw him return a few minutes later with sis held in a similar way to which I had been. When he had put sis down he suggested we both give a break for a while and find something to do while he talked to mum. He gave me a nice smile, just for me, before going to find mum.

 

 

Dad came home, dinner came and went and finally mum and dad left so that we were alone with uncle. Uncle spent quite a bit of time fooling around with sis and I was beginning to feel unhappy. He later told me he was trying to wear her out a bit so that she might go to bed a bit earlier than usual. After playing our customary game, uncle sat on the sofa with sis and I either side of him. He had his arm round us as usual but this day his hand was resting on my thigh just below my skirt. His fingers were lightly stroking my thigh and it felt nice. Uncles' ploy with sis seemed to have worked and before long uncle suggested that she head off to bed, which she duly did. She still stripped off and changed right in front of us but I don't think uncle even looked at her. When she finally went to bed uncle went outside for a cigarette and I found myself once more fidgeting on the sofa awaiting his return.

 

 

When uncle returned he sat in the middle of the sofa as he always did but this time took my hand and suggested I sit sideways across his lap so that I would be a bit higher. I stood and positioned myself as he suggested and it did indeed mean we were a bit closer to the same height, though me still much shorter. Sitting sideways like that one of his arms was round my lower back and rested on my left hip, his free hand rested lightly on top of my bare thighs. He pulled me in tight to him and I swear I could feel his bulge pressing against my right hip. Suitably positioned, he asked me quietly if I was still his girlfriend. When I said I was he smiled, said "that’s wonderful" and kissed me. This kiss went on and on, not quick like last time, this time he showed what a full kiss was. We kissed much that night, until he became concerned that my face would be all red from rubbing against his face. He called me many lovely names and told how he had not stopped thinking about me since our first night. He held me tight with one arm while his free hand lightly strokes my legs as we kissed. That night was magic but there are other smaller things that occurred of which I must share.

 

 

Not long after we began kissing I became sure that the bulge pressing against my right hip was pressing more and seemed firmer as time went on. I thought about how I had seen it grown last time and was excited that it was growing again for me. At one point uncle stopped kissing me, slipped his hand off my lap, slid it into the front of his pants and did something. It only took a moment but when we resumed kissing I did not feel such pressure against my hip. I know now that uncle must have been quite hard and in an uncomfortable position so he moved his penis accordingly.

 

 

I never wanted that night to end but all too soon, uncle suggested I get changed into my nightie. He again told me how pretty he thought I looked in the skirt I was wearing and how he liked to see my bare legs and to stroke them. He asked if I had a short nightie to wear, that he would like that the best. I did have a short nightie and went to put it on. It was very small on me almost ready to be handed down to sis and I became quite self conscious about walking back into the room with it on. Uncle just smiled at me and said I looked beautiful, so I went over and sat as I was before.

 

 

We sat and cuddled some more with uncle lightly stroking my thigh and I found myself again thinking about the hardness I felt against my hip. At one point I looked up and saw that uncle was looking downward. When I followed his eyeline I saw that he was looking into my lap and my nightie was high enough to be revealing my panties. I tried to adjust my hemline but uncle intercepted my hand and said to leave it. He told me that he thought my panties looked very pretty and that it made him feel very nice to be able to see them. I battled with my self modesty and the desire to make uncle happy but in the end uncle took my mind off it by kissing me again.

 

 

In time uncle suggested I should pop off to bed and proceeded to give me one wonderful last good night kiss. As I lay in bed thinking about the evening, I was probably the most happy I have ever been in my life. I felt warm and safe with uncle and loved him holding and kissing me. I loved also that I could affect uncle so and thought once more of his penis growing for me. I even felt excited that uncle liked to see my panties. I think it from that moment on that my longing to see uncles’ penis began, to see it all big and hard for me.

 

 

I must have been in bed for around 20 minutes when I heard the door to my room open. I looked and saw uncle, who came to me and knelt beside my bed. He whispered that he just wanted to kiss me once more. I was so happy and wrapped my arms around his neck as he bent and our mouths met again. As we kissed I couldn’t help wondering if his penis was growing once more. I wanted to know but was too afraid to find out. After uncle left my room I remained awake and it was only after I had heard my parents return and finally uncles’ car driving away that I drifted off to sleep.

 

to be continued ......

First Time

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My first encounter with young girls

Judge whether or not this story is true or not. When I was 35 I really started to think about young girls. The only females I really had contact with where my nieces. They were both 13 and 14.

It first started when they stayed over with my sister for a sleep over. I was going to the bathroom and Catherine (13) came into the bathroom while I had my cock out. I seen her looking at it in the mirror and all of a sudden a smile comes on her face. I turn around and say to her what are you looking at. She says nothing, are you finished in here. I replied yes.

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ont size="3" face="Times New Roman">Later on that night I was downstairs wanking to some TV girls on those porn channels. Had my cock out, going at it and Catherine walks into the living room. She stands in front of the TV and says if you want to wank do it right. So he puts her hand on my cock and spits on it, rubs it in a little, then all of a sudden she starts stroking me hard and tight as hell.

My balls began to tighten and she takes out her tits and tells me to imagine I am rubbing my cock up and down between her tits. So I do, and all of sudden I start to get more excited. So I bend down, whisper in her ear, I want to be inside you. She looks at me with total lust, stands up, takes of her pj bottoms and pulls down her panties.

Then she goes over to the sofa, lies face down in it and says “Go for it”. So I put the head of my cock in towards her pussy, then I slide it in. All of a sudden it get this burst of please right were my temples are in my head. To my surprise I thought I could only get please like that in my cock. So I try to stroke my cock in and out of her but and I take a deep breath and start pounding her cunt as hard as I could holding her shoulders. She turns back to me with her eyes rolled up into her head and says hit me. I think why not and start smacking her as hard as I could on the ass and she says no I mean hit me in the face. So I do and she is shouting all over the place fuck me, fuck me, rape me, and rape me. I am getting that excited that I punch her in the face to stop my wife and daughters from hearing, pull my cock out of her, grab her by the hair and empty my hot, creamy cum into her mouth. She looks at me and swallows it with delight, then licks her lips.

After I finished, I pulled my shorts and boxers back up, she got dressed except for her thong which she gave to me to wank over. And the she whispers in my ear, see you soon and walks up the stairs.

PS. If you liked this story let me know and I will write more.

spmooney@hotmail.co.uk

Hot Massage For A Hot Mom (Extended)

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My name is David and I am 14 years old and I live alone with my 30 year old Mom.  My Dad accidentally got my Mom pregnant so they decided to get married. From what my Mom tells me my Dad was a loving and proud father but he passed away in when I was 3 years old leaving my Mother as my sole parent.  She did the best she could but her job as an elementary school teacher didn’t provide much for us.  We made due though, we bought a one bedroom rancher out in the country, it was small but we liked to think of it as cozy.  What my Mom couldn’t provide for me in material possessions, she made up for with her love.  She never went out at night to parties or clubs since the day I was born because she didn’t want to leave me

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alone at the house.

 Just like her interior, her exterior was beautiful as well.  Although she had the personality of a nun, she had the looks of a porn star!  My Mom was RIDICULOUSLY good looking.  She was a woman straight out of a horny teenager’s wet dream.  My Mom was about 5’8” 135 lbs. She had voluptuous natural blonde hair, flawless slightly tanned white skin, sharp facial features, big innocent blue eyes, sleek neck, natural 36DD breasts that were as perky as A cups on a 17 year old, a skinny toned stomach and long sexy legs.  But her god like ass was by far her best feature.  By looking at it you would guess that my mom was 100% Latina. It was big but toned as well, you could squeeze it nicely but it could also stand its ground.  To add to her natural features, she was a fitness freak.  Every day after work she would jog 5 miles to the gym, work out her abs, legs and ass for a couple hours and then would jog another 5 miles until she reached home.  All of this exercise kept her in impeccable condition.

The nice thing about my Mom being a teacher was that we both got summer vacation and this allowed us to spend all of summer together.   Although I have always thought of my mother as beautiful, only this past summer had I begun to develop a sexual interest in her.  Maybe it was because she was home all of the time or maybe it was because I had just entered that age.  Either way, my desire to have sex with her was growing with each long hot summer day. 

When my Mom went to the gym one day, I developed a plan to maybe get a little closer to my Mom.  As I mentioned before we only had one bedroom, but my Mom bought two small beds so we wouldn’t be “sleeping together”.  So I went to the bedroom and broke the bed by jumping on it and snipping some of the wires that supported it.  Now I would have to sleep with my mom!  She came home very tired as she always did.

“hey mom I accidentally broke my bed.” I said

“How did you do that sweetie?”

“I don’t know I just lied on it and it snapped.” I lied

“oh that’s alright, it was a really old bed anyways, are you alright though honey?”

“Yeah I’m fine.”

“Well we don’t have the money to replace it at the moment so I guess we are gonna have to  be bunk buddies.” She said looking kind of ashamed.

“That’s fine with me Mom, and don’t worry about replacing it, we can use the money on something more important.”

She cheered up “oh thank you Davie you are so understanding.”

“No problem Mom, by the way, you look really tired do you want me to give you a massage?”

“Wow that would be great honey, just let me take a shower, I don’t want to be all sweaty for you.”

I went to the bedroom, sat on the now only bed and turned on the TV.  I turned it on really for no reason, the only vision I could see was me and my Mom sleeping together after the hot massage I was about to give her.  I became instantly hard.  A little while later my mom came in wearing a bathrobe.  She looked stunning. 

“Just lie down on the bed mom; I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Oh you are so sweet for doing this, Thank you it means a lot.” She said as she lied down on the bed with her back facing me.

“No problem Mom, it’s the least I could do.”

I got on top of her and slipped her robe beneath her shoulders.  To my delight there were no bra straps!! My mom was completely naked under her robe!! I slid it down a little more than gently started rubbing her shoulders and back.

“oh that feels good baby.” She said dreamily

  After a few minutes I slipped her robe down to her waist and started stroking the small of her slender back.  I could see the sides of her big round breasts squished against the bed.  I wanted to grab them so badly.  I put my arms around her and started stroking her sleek stomach.  I slid my hand further and further up her stomach until the side of my hands was touching her breasts.   She sat up abruptly.

“Thank you sweetie but that’s enough for today, I’m going to go get changed and ready for bed.” She quickly got up and left the room.

“DAMN IT” I thought to myself “You had to get greedy David.”

She came in a few minutes later in a t shirt and sweat pants and we went to bed.  I didn’t dare try sneaking in any inappropriate touches after I had almost been caught.  We went to bed with our backs towards each other.  I stayed awake for hours, after all how could I sleep when there was a sex goddess sleeping 2 feet next to me!  When I knew my Mom was asleep I worked up my courage.  I turned my body around so it was facing my Mom’s backside.  I slowly reached out and slid her sweat pants down a little. 

“DAMN” I thought to myself as she was wearing big granny panties.  I tried sliding them down but they were stuck to her butt.  I gave it another effort and jolted the down.  To my relief my Mom was still peacefully sleeping.  Cautiously I gently poked one of her sexy ass cheeks with my finger to see if my Mom would notice.  I did this a few times before I worked up the courage to start squeezing her big sexy ass globes.  I was so hard.  My cock started thinking for me as it persuaded me to squeeze harder and harder.  This made my Mom groan.  I gasped as I noticed her hands start to move.  I didn’t move my hands from her ass, I pretended to be asleep, and maybe she would think it was an accident.  To my surprise she pulled her tight underwear over my hands, then pulled her sweatpants over them and then she went back to sleep.  Wow she must have been in those half awake half asleep modes and must have only noticed that her ass was uncovered.  I counted my blessings and then went back to work on my Mom’s god like ass.  I squeezed her globes even more vividly.  Then I split her ass cheeks apart and stroked my finger down the crease of her ass.  I slowly made my way up to her anus and I slowly circled it with my finger. 

“MMMMMMmmm” she moaned loudly but she started to stir.

I panicked and quickly pulled my hands and lied down. She sat up and said

“David was that you?”

I didn’t answer as I pretended I was asleep.

“Did I imagine that?” she asked herself “damn I really need to be fucked” then she went back to sleep this time she was facing me.

These words coming from my Mom’s mouth was so shocking to me.  I never heard her swear or talk about sex before.  It made me so horny.  When I was sure she was asleep I slid my arms under her shirt and went straight to her big boobs only to find out that this time she was indeed wearing a bra.  I was bolder now; hearing her say those words sent me into frenzy.  I slid my hands to my mom’s back and searched for the bra hook.  I found it and quickly unclipped it.  I slid it off and threw it to the side of the bed.  Then I started squeezing her bare breasts.  I was in ecstasy.  My Mom woke again.  This time I had no chance to get my hands out of there, but I closed my eyes and pretended to quietly snore.

“hmm, poor kid must be having a wet dream about some girl he likes.  I don’t wanna embarrass him, I’ll just pretend like I was asleep the whole time.”

She went to sleep with her back facing me; she left my hands on her breasts and continued to let me squeeze them. 

The next morning I woke up and found a note on the fridge. It read

“hey honey I gotta go to school to help close the school for summer vacation, after I’m going to go to the gym like always, there’s pizza in the fridge.  I’ll be home around 8 love Mom.”

I ran through the events of last night, it was the greatest night of my life.  The best thing wasn’t how I got to touch my Mom wherever I wanted; it was that she didn’t stop me.  Either she was just really trusting, or deep down she wanted it too.  I wanted to test my theory.  When she got home I would convince her to let me give her a long full body massage and see if I could get her hot. 

I spent the rest of the day watching tv, eating and doing some chores but all I could think of was having sex with my Mom.  I didn’t want to masturbate because I wanted to save it in case my Mom was down for sex.  The day went agonizingly slow as I was counting down the hours before my Mom came home.  The door finally opened at about 8:30 as my Mom came home. 

“Mom you’ve had a really long day let me give you a massage.” I said before realizing that this sounded really desperate.

“Uhmm okay honey.” She said, much more cautiously than yesterday

I tried calming myself down a bit but then this slipped out “Mom you don’t have to wear anything, just come into the room naked it would be easier for me to operate.”

“David that is inappropriate.” She said in a very stern voice “I’m starting to think that you are getting a little too excited about this massage business, forget the massage I will be fine.”

“NO, no please Mom, let me give you a massage.” I said desperately before I finally gathered myself “sorry I just thought that it might be more comfortable for you.  Wear whatever you want but I feel like I should massage you because you do so much for me, I owe it to you.”

This softened her up “okay honey, I’m gonna grab a shower I will be right there.”

After about 15 minutes she entered the room with her robe on.  I wanted to ask her if she had underwear on underneath but I quickly thought better of it. 

“Ok lie down Mom, I am going to give you a long massage, I need to do your legs too because you run so much, I don’t want you getting cramps.”

“Uhm ok, but your not allowed to go any higher than my quads.” She said sternly

She lied down and I once again rolled her robe down to her waist.

“Fuck” I whispered to myself as I her wearing a very conservative bra.

I massaged her shoulders for a while to get her relaxed before I asked

“Mom your bra is really getting in the way do you mind if unhook the straps?”

“Sure honey.” She said in a dream like way, my massage was really lowering her defenses.  I unhooked her bra and threw it to the floor.  This brought her back to her senses and she asked

“Why did you take it all off I thought only the straps were getting in your way?”

“Uhmm, I don’t know what I was thinking mom, but let’s just leave it there I don’t really feel like getting up to get it right now.”

She didn’t say anything, I took this as a yea and continued.  Now I started massaging her feet and slowly working my way up.  I rapidly moved past her calves, slid her robe up and promptly started massaging her toned upper leg.  I took her robe off completely now and tossed it aside.  She once again said nothing.  This time she wasn’t wearing her granny underwear, she was wearing a sexy little black thong that was almost entirely sunk in her beautiful ass.  I couldn’t help myself I started heavily massaging her baby-smooth ass cheeks. 

“No not there honey.” She said dreamily, not in the stern tone as before.

I listened to her; I moved up her body once again and started stroking the small of her back.  This made her purr.  I took my shirt off and pressed my athletic body gently on top of hers.  I waved my nose through her voluptuous hair and  I moved my lips down and started softly kissing her neck.  She purred again.  We both now knew that this was no longer a massage.  I kissed her down her back until I got to her ass.  I kissed each cheek then went fishing for her thong string.  I corralled it with my mouth and tore it off.  I started licking her anal, she moaned just like she did the night before.  This time she knew that she wasn’t imagining it.

“Oh david. Keep Going.” She moaned.

I left her ass and went back to kissing her neck.  She turned around and I started kissing her throat and worked my way up to her lips.  After softly kissing her lips she opened them and we started passionately kissing.  While kissing her I started circling her beautiful nipples with my fingers making them even harder.  I moved my mouth on to her right nipple and I moved my hand down to her wet pussy and starting slowly fingering it.  With my other hand I found her ass hole and circled it gently.  I knew that this would get any woman wet.  My Mom was no exception.  She moaned

“ohhhh Davie, Daaaaavieeee.”

I freed my hand momentarily to slip my pants off to expose my nice 7 inch cock. 

“Oh yes fuck me david, I haven’t been fucked in sooo long.” She moaned

Hearing my Mom say this sent me into a lustful frenzy, but then a thought occurred.

“But Mom we don’t have any condoms.”

“DAVID FUCK ME!!” she screamed “I have some morning after pills that I will tomorrow.  SO FUCK ME PLEEEEAAASE!!”

She didn’t have to tell me twice I started slowly pumping my dick in and out of her pussy.  It was so tight and warm, this must be how being on ecstasy feels like.  I moved my mouth from her breast to her mouth and we once again started passionately making out.  I continued to circle her anus with one of my hands and I started squeezing her left breast with my other. 

“oooooooooooh that feels so gooooood!”

I started to fuck her faster and faster until I pushed her over the top.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH DAVIE.” She screamed as her juices flowed freely from her vagina. “even your father never made me cum like that.” She said as she lied down beside me.  She noticed my erect penis.

“OHHH I’m sorry honey, I didn’t wait for you.  Well I know how to make up for it, get up.”

I did as I was told and got up, my 7 inch dick was still hard.  She bent got down on her knees in front of me.  I knew what was coming and boy was I ecstatic.  She kissed the head of my dick with her lips and started enveloping my penis into her mouth.  I looked at her beautiful blue eyes which were looking up at me.  They had changed from wholesome and innocent to sexy and lustful; she wanted my body as much as I wanted hers.  Oh it felt so good, her warm mouth on my penis.  I only wish it lasted longer.  I soon blew up in my mom’s mouth.

“Shit sorry Mom”

“mmhh no problem honey.” She said as she gladly swallowed all of my cum.

“That didn’t last long did it.” She said

“I think I still owe you.”  She got down in front of me on all fours.   “Whenever you’re ready Sweetheart.”

I had to take some time to recover but the sight right in front of me sure did speed things up.  I was looking directly at my Mom’s ass which she was trying her best to push out as far as possible. Looking at her god like ass in this position made me almost instantly hard again.  My Mom looked so hot on all fours that I had to admire her beauty in awe before I could fuck her.  But fuck her I did.  I moved my hard dick into her pussy.  This time felt even better than before because her luscious ass cheeks were cushioning my every blow to her pussy.  I slid my hands down to her stomach and slid them up to her breasts.  I grabbed them hard for leverage.  My Mom winced in pain.  This wasn’t as pleasure filled as the first position for her but she felt like she owed me for making her cum.  I took the favor gladly.  I pounded her faster and faster, her breasts were rocking like crazy.  But they weren’t going anywhere because I was gripping them so tightly.  They were so big and soft and malleable, I couldn’t believe that they were so naturally perky.  I fucked her for much longer than the first time, it seemed like forever before I finally exploded in her pussy, but boy did I ever cum.  My mom collapsed and I fell right on top of her.

“ohhhh your amazing honey.” She whispered, she was clearly tired.

“thanks mom, so does this mean we can do this every night.”

“oh baby, all night and all day.  Who needs the gym when you can get workouts like this right at home.”

We both laughed

“Mom, then you are going to need A LOT more morning after pills eh”

We laughed again

“yeahhh” she said dreamily

And before I knew it my dick was slowly sliding into her pussy again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part 2

“OHHHHHHHHH Baaaabby.  IM ABOUUUTT TOOO CUUUUUM.” My Mom screamed as I was pumping my 7 inch dick into her tight pussy.

“Hold on Mom, wait for me.” I told her

After about a minute more of fucking we both exploded, our juices were everywhere.  We couldn’t care less about the mess; we peacefully lied down on the bed.

“We are getting pretty good at this double orgasm thing eh David?”

“haha, well we should be getting good Mom, we’ve been fucking all summer.” I said as I calmly stroked her big supple breasts. 

“Yeah I guess your right baby, and to think on that fateful day 2 months ago I was almost not going to let you massage me, that would have been the biggest mistake of my life.”

“Well things have a way of working out for the best.”

She smiled “Ready to go again?” she asked as she got on top of me.

“Am I ever!” I said as I watched her start hopping up and down on my cock with her pussy.

 

Over the summer my Mom and I had been fucking like rabbits.  We fucked in every which way possible, we would watch porn on the internet and try imitating the various ways that porn stars fucked.  We did everything including oral sex, hand jobs, finger fucking, fucking doggy style, anal, tittie fucks, 69 and fucking in the shower.  We must have had sex on nearly every square foot of our house!  Mine and my Mom’s stamina had increased a lot over the summer; we could fuck for as long as it took for the other to cum.  Also my recovery time had decreased as well, I would unleash my load in her and within a short matter of time I would be ready to go at it again.  You would think that after so much sex it would start to get dull but each time we would fuck would be better than the last!  We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.  There would be no point of even getting dressed in the morning because soon we would just be shedding off our clothes to make love.  We got used to walking around naked all the time and fucking whenever we wanted.

However sadly this time was coming to a close because there was only a week left of summer vacation, soon I would have to go back to school and my Mom would have to go back to teaching.  I don’t know how I could survive being away from my Mom for 7 hours, away from her sleek stomach and long smooth legs, away from those big beautiful supple breasts, away from that luscious god like ass, away from that warm tight  pussy, away from those beautiful blue eyes that screamed “fuck me.”  The thought of going 7 hours without having sex with my Mom made me cringe.  It made her cringe too.  She was addicted to my cock like a junkie to crack.  She even applied for a job at my school in the hopes that she could teach my class, but she was rejected because she didn’t have enough experience. 

 

I woke up one morning and my Mom was fully dressed in a short skirt and white blouse.

“Mom why are you dressed?”  I asked

“Oh honey there is only a week left until school, I know we did your back to school shopping but I need some new clothes too.” She said.

“Oh ok, can I come too?” I asked

“I don’t know David, we will be too tempted to have sex, I know its fine in our house, but a Mother and Son fucking seems wrong to other people.”

“Don’t worry, I will be on my best behavior. I promise.”

“Ok, get dressed then, hurry I want to beat the rush.”

 

I got dressed and we left the house and went to Macy’s so my Mom could get some new clothes.  We walked in and went to the ladies section.

“Help me pick out some clothes sweetie.”

“Ok, I will make sure you look hot and sexy for those kindergartners.”

She laughed “haha fine, it’s not like they will care.”

I went to the blouse section and picked out 5 or 6 blouses that would look very hot on my Mom.  I picked a few sizes smaller than what my Mom wears so it would look extra sexy.  The thought of my Mom in these clothes made me hard.  I turned around and quickly walked towards my Mom.  She was looking for some new skirts.  I didn’t care that we were in a public place, I wanted my Mom.  I walked up to her and put my hand up her skirt, like usual she wasn’t wearing any panties so I started fingering her pussy.

“David Stop!” she said sternly “Behave yourself; we can fuck all you want when we get home.”

“I can’t Mom, I’m hard and I can’t get it down.”

There weren’t many people in the store since it was early but my hand up my Mom’s skirt had caught the attention of a couple of middle aged women who were looking awkwardly.  My Mom pulled my hand from her pussy.

“Ok, go to the dressing room and I will meet you there in a few minutes.” She said

I walked very fast to the dressing room and sat down on the bench, my dick was throbbing.  After what seemed like an eternity my Mom walked in.  She took off her blouse revealing her magnificent 36DD breasts.  She threw her blouse on the floor and got on her knees. 

“Damn it David!  Can’t you control yourself?  Those ladies that saw us probably think we are freaks.  Now take out your dick and I’ll give it a quick suck.”

“Sorry Mom.” I said as I took out my rock hard cock.

She put her warm lips around it and starting bobbing her head up and down.

“Ohhh baby.” I said.

“Excuse me is somebody in there.” I heard a voice outside.

My Mom was still on my cock so I answered “Yes, it’s occupied.”

“Oh sorry young man, well I guess this isn’t yours then, I will go hang it up.” He picked up my Mom’s blouse which had managed to slide outside the stall and left!

My Mom was about to tell him it was hers before she remembered that only I was supposed to be in here. 

“Fuck.” She said “Now I am going to have to walk out there with my boobs hanging out for everyone to see.”

I was angrier at the guy for causing my Mom to stop sucking my dick than anything else.

“David, we are right by the bra section, grab me any bra and bring it back in here.” My Mom instructed.

“But Mom I can’t go out there like this, my dick is harder than ever.”

“Oh for fucks sakes.” She said

She quickly went back to sucking my dick in order to get me to cum. 

“Wow this is taking a long time.” She said “Okay I’ll give you a tittie fuck that always gets you oozing.”

She put her big soft tits around my dick and started stroking my shaft with them.  She was right, this was getting the job done much faster. 

“Ohhh, I’m about to cuummm MOM!”

“No not on my tits, cum in my mouth!!”

Too late I exploded my gunk all over my Mom’s boobs. 

“Okay Mom I will get you a bra.”

I pulled my pants back on and ran to the bra section.  Nobody was there so I took my time.  Instead of searching for a 36DD bra which was my Mom’s size, I looked for a small A cup bra with thin white material.  I don’t know why but the thought of my hot Mom so scantily clad in public really turned me on.  I found a small white push up A cup bra with a really thin cloth and I brought it back to my Mom.  She out it on

“This was all you found? I can barely get the hooks attached.” She said. 

She finally got it on, wow what I sight this was.  This small push up bra was on the verge of exploding.  It barely came up to her nipples, in fact you could see the upper half of her nipples, and since it was so thing, you could see my Mom’s cum covered breasts. 

“I am not going to stand in line looking like this, on our way out I’m going to grab the blouses you picked out and the skirts I picked and we will make a run for it.” She said.

We left the dressing room, I went to where the blouses were and I quickly picked up the pile I had selected earlier and I rushed to my Mom. 

“Damn they are gone!” she said “Whatever, I’m just going to take a handful of new ones” she grabbed 6 or 7 skirts.  Unfortunately for her the store was beginning to get more crowded.  All the men in the store were simply gawking at my Mom’s marvelous chest, I couldn’t blame them her breasts looked beautiful.  Mothers were shielding their children’s eyes, and they themselves looked at my Mom with a look of disgust but also envy.  My mom realized that a crowd of people were looking at her, she blushed. 

“Fuck let’s get out of here David.” As she grabbed the clothes, took my hand and started to dash for the door.  This was too much for her poor bra to take; it quickly tore and fell, leaving my Mom’s cum covered boobs exposed for all to see.  Now there wasn’t just a crowd of people looking, the whole freaking store was.  My Mom was running with all of her might, this was causing her breasts to bounce all over the place.  We finally reached the doors, left the store, entered the car and started driving.

“Wow Mom thanks to your boobs, I think the guards were too stunned to chase after us.” I laughed

“This isn’t a laughing matter David, do you have any idea how embarrassed I was.  However everyone seeing my breasts was pretty exhilarating.  It did get me pretty hot.  I put my finger in her pussy.

“Yeah your right Mom, your pussy is really wet.”

We got home and my Mom inspected the clothes that we took from the store.

She laughed

“David, these blouses are way too small, and these skirts I snatched barely cover my butt.”

“haha well I guess we can’t return them Mom.”

“Guess not.” She laughed “oh well, I’m just teaching kindergartners, they wouldn’t even know what to do with it.”

“Mom I was thinking, since we only have a few days left let’s make them count.”

“Oh definitely honey, let’s get started right now.” She said as she took off her skirt and led me into the bedroom where we have fucked so many times before.

Over the next few days all we did was make love, we occasionally got out of bed to eat and go to the bathroom but we tried to keep distractions from sex at a minimum.  After we made love for the last time, we went to sleep.  It was the eve before the school year started. 

“Ring, Ring.” The phone rang.  I looked at the time it was only 4:00 am!  My Mom groaned and got up to answer it.

“Hello.”

“Oh hey.”

“REALLY!”

“Oh no, no problem I would LOVE too.”

“Thank you very much.” She said as she hung up the phone. 

“Who was it Mom?” I asked

“It was your school!” she answered enthusiastically.

“My school? What did they want?”

“They said that your teacher decided to retire at the last moment, and they decided to give me the job!!!  I am going to be your teacher!!!”

“MOM THAT’S GREAT!!!!”

 

 

I was so excited that I couldn’t go back to sleep, my sexy ass mom would be my new teacher!!! School would be just as good as home now!!! I counted down the minutes until 7:00 and I excitedly woke my Mom up.  We got up and took a shower together like we usually do.  I scrubbed her breasts and ass clean while she scrubbed my cock.  Usually these showers turn into more than just showers but today we couldn’t risk being late.  I got out and put on a set of jeans and a nice t shirt.  My Mom put on a matching blouse and skirt that we bought at the store.  This is when I remembered that for kindergartners, a scantily clad sexy woman barely gets noticed, but with horny 8th graders it would be much different.

I looked at her and my jaws dropped.  She was wearing a white blouse that didn’t even cover her belly button.  Her massive breasts were too much for it to cover fully, it covered her nipples but about half of each breast was clearly visible, and the other half was somewhat visible too because her breasts were presses against the thin cloth so tightly, her nipple were extremely easy to detect.  Then there was her short white skirt which barely covered her ass.  Also it was so small that it clung to her luscious ass cheeks, they looked so juicy I wanted to start fucking her from behind right now.  

“Mom are you comfortable wearing that in front of 8th graders?” I asked

“Hell yes I am honey, that day at the store really turned me on, and that will be nothing compared to seeing the looks on the faces of all the horny boys in your class.  Oh I’m so excited!”

We walked out the door, got into the car and started driving to school as mom and son, teacher and student.

 

Sorry not a lot of sex in this part.  Don’t worry though the school parts gonna be HOT.  I haven’t written it yet.  Write down stuff you want to see happen in the next part.  I’m open to suggestions and I will try to incorporate them into the story.  Thank You for reading.

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Peter my half brother, had asked me to meet him in the village after school where I lived, as I said in my last story I was very young but getting older and, it would seem, forming nicely!

Meeting up with Peter usually meant that he and my cousin Jack would offer me sweets to let them fiddle with me, which I enjoyed, and so did they but this day would turn out to be very different.

I had not long been going to secondary school, the trip to school was on a bus with other kids from the village, my cousin Jack had left school and was working on the farm, Peter was about to leave that year so used to come
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back to the village before the walk to the farm, he never sat with me, he sat with his school boy mates and got up to the usual pranks boys did while travelling from school, when we got off the bus Peter said; would I meet him at the old pigsty?  The pigsty was a little way from the village, we all used to use it as a bit of a den, we had swept part of it and put an old chair and couch in there so it was a good den, and I agreed to meet him there after taking my bag home first.

When I arrived Peter was waiting for me, he had a big grin so I knew what he wanted! But there was no Jack this time, they had always fiddled with me together so I was surprised not to see him there with Peter, I asked where he was and Peter said that he would be along soon but had milking to do first, Ok I said, what do you want to do then? And smiled as I said it as I knew the reply!

We moved in to the den, Peter sat on the old couch and told me to lift my skirt up, I was wearing my uniform, I should have changed before I came out but I had become quit exited at the thought of the little games we would all play so I had dumped my bag and came right out to the den!
I had really started to grow now and I was developing a bust and was quit tall, I had been getting wolf whistles as I walked to school from passing work men and I liked the attention, I particularly enjoyed Peter and Jacks little games, although I was not to sure about Jack, and he was quit a bit older than me, never the less I recognised the stirring in my knickers as my pussy got a little wet walking to the den.

I had been fondling my pussy for quit a while now and I could bring myself to orgasm by rubbing my little pink clit hard as I imagined Peter and Jack making me do naughty things for them! I had also had orgasms while riding my pony bare back, but that is another story!

My pussy was tingling as I pulled up my skirt for Peter, his eyes were on storks, I loved it, I could see his cock was bulging in his pants, I wanted to see it so I asked him to show me it? Peter could not wait to un do his pants and pull them down, he sat there with his very large (I thought) cock sticking up Ok he said pull your knickers down! I did, they had a damp patch in them, hell I thought, Peter had noticed and said don’t worry about that, it’s a good thing! Peter was pulling his fore skin back over his cock as he watched me pull my knickers down, that made me wetter, I could feel the warm juice running from me! Peter reached up with one hand as he stroked his cock with the other, then gently parted my pussy with his finger’s, this I liked, then slid one in there, this I loved, both Peter and Jack had fingered me before many times in my pussy  and Jack ones in my bottom, I didn’t really like that but Jack did, I remember when he made me bend over and as I felt his big rough hands and fingers in me he would pull his fore skin back, this one time though he pushed his finger in my bum hole hard and when I said; no it hurts, his cock spurted all over my bum.

Peter was about to do the same as he rubbed and fingered my wet pussy, and I wanted to see it, I had made both of them pull there cocks and cum as I sat with my legs open and no knickers on ones and it felt good to see them exited! Just as I thought Peter was going to spurt his cum out, the door opened and in came Jack, he made us both jump and he laughed, great he said! Have you made her kiss your cock yet? No Peter replied, well go on then, make her kiss it! I could see that they had been talking about what they would do to me, and I never really liked Jack that much, Cindy Peter wants you to kiss his cock! OK I said, I had often thought about doing some thing like that as I played with myself.

Peter stood up from the couch, I bent down and kissed his eager cock, I liked the taste of it, and I wanted it to spurt cum as I kissed it more! Jack could not wait to get behind me, he lifted my skirt and I could feel his tong lapping at my pussy, it was different though, he licked and sucked and moaned and I could see he was taking his pants down, I liked the feeling though, it was nice, Peter was telling me to keep kissing the end of his cock so I did, Jacks finger was right in my pussy, he had big hands and his finger felt big in there, he was wanking hard now as he slid in and out, then he moved to my bum hole and before I could say NO, he had rammed it in, I yelped and as I did Peter grabbed my head and held it tight! He had always been gentle but this time there was a change, they were both so exited I was a little scared.

Jacks finger was hurting my bum! Stop I said! It hurts, OK he said if you open your legs wider I will not do it, he pulled his finger from my bum, then with my legs apart I felt him get very close, then the pain! I squealed out, Jack had put his cock in my pussy, he was pounding me like the farm dogs did and it hurt, Peter was no help, he to had grabbed my head and was pushing his cock in my mouth, come on Cind, its OK! For who I said, the funny thing was, that I sort of liked it, Jacks cock was huge and hurt, but it felt good to.

Jack had pumped into me about 8 or 9 times then I felt him pull his cock out and then the wet cum on my bottom, as he moved away, Peter stood up grabbed my waist and was into me the same as Jack had dome, Jack held on to me encase I objected, his hands in my bra now and squeezing my little tits hard! It was to late by then! And I liked it to much also, Peter banged into me hard, I could feel him thrusting and banging off my bum, he was moaning and Jack was telling him to give her a good fucking! They were fucking me, and even though they were rough, I enjoyed it, Peter pulled out his cock and wanked it over my bum, I felt his sticky cum mixed with Jacks! I had been fucked now, had proper sex! It all changed from that day!

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It was the day of my 15th birthday and my mom and dad were taking me and my brother and a few friends out for a meal.I was so excited because my brother had come all the way fro univercity just to be with me.

We had a great night out and when we got home mo and dad said that seeing as Ian was home for a week they were going to have a few days away as it was soon their anniversary. I don't mind babysitting katy Ian said we will spend soe tie together before I have to go back.

Mom and dad left early next morning and after breakfast I started up the stairs to have my shower as I passed my brothers roo I could hear his t.v on and decided to nosy at what he was watching but i didn't have time to look at the telly cos

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Ian was on his bed naked with his eyes closed stroking his cock which looked huge and really hard.

I walked over slowly to be nearer him and soon found that between my legs was getting wet I had felt this way before when my boyfriend had touched me down there but we hadn't went any further I had never even seen an erect cock before moving closer I was near enough to touch when Ian opened his eyes he shouted out in embarressment but i said I wasn't going anywhere.

He asked me to sit next to him and I could touch his cock but I couldn't tell anyone because it was wrong so I sat down an put my hand over his cock now rub it up and down slowly and I started to wank my brother soon his hand was reaching down to my pussy and he slowly began to rub it, it felt different from when my boyfriend did iit somehow it seemed different.

I reached down and took the tip of his cock into my mouth he was so astounded he didnt know what to do where did you learn this he asked, I sometimes sneek in when mom and dad are fucking I so want someone to fuck me will you do it Ian please. If you havent done it before it can be painful, I know I heard that !!

Lets go take a shower before we do anything so off we went to the shower and while we were in I stroked his cock and soon he was fingering my pussy bend over he said and when i was bent over the bath I felt his hard cock at my pussy opening his finger was inside my clit the next minute he was thrusting his cock inside me and I cried out in pain sorry he said but it only lasts a minute then you will really enjoy it he thrust in and out me until i felt he was going to explode out my mouth he was so far in.

His cock began to throb and soon I could feel his hot cum spurt up into y pussy after he finished he asked if i was on the pill and I told him no but not to worry. We had sex every day till mom and dad came home and Ian went off back to uni I cried and cried when he went but he told e he would be home every second weekend and we can have sex when ever he's home cant wait  

 

Brie's story pt 3

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Month six

 

One night, during family night, we all had dinner and watched a movie in the family room. I was able to really enjoy it now that my first semester was finally over. We decided I would not go back to school until after the baby was born and I was settled. Mom and dad were on the big couch while I was on the loveseat. We

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were actually watching a slightly old comedy called Joe Dirt. It was one of those movies that was funny because it was so stupid!

 

They were over on their couch teasing each other, making fun, laughing, joking, and tickling each other. It was actually kinda sickening to watch. They were like teenagers. They were like that a lot. It sometimes made me wonder about him and me. He was clearly very happy with his marriage to mom. I don’t always understand where I fit in regarding our ‘sexual’ relationship.

 

When the movie ended mom got up. “Okay. I need to straighten up this mess before we go to bed. I made some pudding. It’s in the fridge. Why don’t you get some and go away so I can clean.”

 

“Are you saying we get in your way?”

 

“Yep. Bye.”

 

Daddy faked a look of heartbreak and slowly walked into the kitchen with his head down. Mom just rolled her eyes and began picking up the loose popcorn on the floor. I followed daddy as he was filling up a cup with chocolate pudding.

 

“What’s your poison?”

 

“I’ll take the vanilla.” I grabbed the cup he had waiting for me and began filling it up. The bowl was cold.

 

“Want to eat it out on the back pouch? It’s nice out.”

 

“Sure honey. I’ll put this back in the refrigerator and meet you out there.”

 

I headed back through the family room. Mom was turning off the DVD player and I opened the door leading outside. I leaned against the rail, stirring the creamy goop and looked out across the long back yard. Dad came out a few minutes later, laughing at some insult mom had given him and settled beside me against the rail, chuckling quietly. Must have been funny as hell.   

 

“You love mom, don’t you?”

 

“Undeniably. She’s my life. I don’t think I could exist without your mother.”

 

I simply stared at him. He had such a content look on his face. A happiness, a radiance that was so pure and so strong. I found myself whispering, softly, ever so softly. I was almost afraid that my words could freeze the very air around us, turning it to hard glass that would shatter, causing our world to fall apart, cutting us to pieces in the process. I have a flair for drama sometimes, but I had to know.

 

“Then, why me?” I asked, ever so softly.

 

He froze and I flinched slightly, expecting, waiting…

 

Then as if someone flipped a switch he resumed swirling his pudding, looking into it deeply as if the answer was somehow hidden inside of it. He didn’t say anything for a long while, but I knew he would answer. I knew he was thinking. He probably never bothered to ask himself why, preferring not to dwell on it, to bring forth guilt.

 

After several minutes and several spoonfuls of pudding he spoke. “I don’t know. It certainly wasn’t planned, at least not at first. It was completely unexpected. It was…the wonder…the magic of you…” He looked at me then and I saw in his eyes the awe, the love, the joy, the…pain.

 

“I never had seen a little girl. I never knew the wonder, the beauty of seeing a little girl slowly blossom and become the exquisiteness of a woman. I watched you grow and develop into what you were meant to be — a woman, a beautiful, desirable woman made for one primary purpose.”

 

I slowly began to understand. Kind of. As he has told it, my father didn’t have a typical childhood. He was raised primarily by men. His mother died giving birth to his sister. Jessie was going to be his first female sibling, but she died too. Grandma and grandpa had seven boys in all, including my father. My father was the youngest of the children. They all lived in the same house, on a farm, believe it or not. All he knew was men. His brothers and father shaped his world. Eventually some of his brothers married and moved away and started their own families, but once they moved he rarely saw them or his cousins, female and male alike. He did see girls, and interacted with them, but not very much.

 

He saw them at school, but at school you studied. The only time you socialized was at recess. He didn’t really understand girls. They were strange to him and being raised by men, my father was actually a very rough type of individual. You know the type — the jock and the sexist. One thing about my father though, he was very smart. Very smart. He liked to learn and any and every bit of knowledge he gained he kept. As a result he received a full academic scholarship to NYU in New York, far away from his little hometown in Kansas. He went there and studied medicine.

 

It was that move that changed daddy. Up until college, and really most of it, women had no place in his world, other than for one purpose—sex. And when it came to sex he’ll be the first to admit he loved women then. Sexually wise, a woman was and is flawless. But, during that time that was the only value he credited them for. That is until he continued his medical education. There were women beside him — few, but there — who were also pursuing careers in medicine, all at various levels and all that required a fair amount of intelligence.

He began to see women in a whole new light, particularly after meeting one in particular whom he considered to be the most brilliant neurologist in existence — Mrs. Pamela Goldstein. Being the smart man that he was, he began to realize he was a sexist and his viewpoints of women were wrong, so he changed. Well, somewhat. There still are some things that come out of his mouth that makes even my mother want to smack him, but for the most part he’s a decent guy.

 

So I guess what my father was saying was: having a little girl, seeing one ‘develop’ for the first time intrigued him?

 

He laughed. “Yes. Intrigue is one word for it and surprisingly I found myself,” he sighed, “aroused by it. I never saw or experienced anything like it. Oh, I know how it happens. I’ve treated women of all ages at hospitals but I never saw it up close and personal on a day to day basis with a girl — woman — that I already loved. So I found myself sexually excited.”

 

I put my empty cup on a table and turned to look back into the house. I could see my mother in the living room, cleaning up the mess daddy and I always seem to leave behind despite our best efforts.

 

“You knew it was wrong.”

 

Even though I wasn’t looking directly at him I saw him move. He leaned lower on the rail, resting his weight on his elbows.

 

“Yes.” He said it as if it were a matter of fact. No denial. Simply fact. I wonder if he even felt guilty, if he ever did or had he simply learned to accept his actions.

 

“And that didn’t bother you?”

 

“Of course it did! You are my baby girl, the idea of hurting you… ”

 

“Then what? What was it that made you continue? God, Dad, have there been others? Are you a pedophile?”  I turned to him, shocked for a moment, that idea never having occurred to me before.

 

“Oh god. I…shit.” He turned away from the yard and like me faced the house window and then he saw mom. “Oh, god!” He turned back toward the yard. “There’s only you. Only you. I never felt that way toward anyone else. It was only you.”

 

I relaxed. I felt a little better.

 

“Because we have love.”

 

“Yes. And…”

 

“And…?”

 

“And I knew you…wanted…it.”

 

He turned to me then, looking me full in the eyes, almost asking me to deny it, but I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t. He was right. I did want it. From the moment I was old enough to understand the looks, I wanted it. I may not have been considered old enough to know what I wanted or completely understand the urges that were coursing through my body but I did want it and I did tease him with the new power I quickly learned to master—my femininity. I liked his touches and his attentions. I craved it. I encouraged it.

 

“Yes. I did.” There was a flash of something there — relief. Perhaps some part of him had doubts.

 

“So now that I’m older — now that I’m no longer innocent and ‘developing into what I was made for’ — is it over?”

 

He looked away again, off into the night. The night always seems to offer false hope that the answers we seek are hidden just beyond it. Another thought occurred. “Daddy? Is my baby safe with you?”

 

He laughed, a short, quick bitter laugh. “Yes, baby girl, your daughter will be safe with me, that I promise. The idea of reliving those experiences I had with you doesn’t even appeal to me. To be honest, I don’t think anyone could take your place, like no one could take your mother’s. The feelings I feel for you…”

 

“Damn it, stop being so damn dramatic and complete your sentences! What? What? What feelings, they what?”

 

He laughed and turned to me. “Sorry. Didn’t realize. My feelings for you, my attraction for you, is purely for you, only you. I do know that, even if the rest of it is crazy.”

 

I smiled. I liked that. “Then why? Why haven’t you touched me in so long? You stopped right after I told you I was pregnant. You just — changed.”

 

He sighed again. He looked down at the slight swell in my tummy and reached out his hands. “You are so beautiful like this. Your mother was beautiful too when she was like this, but with you for some reason it’s different. It’s always been different with you. Again, you are changing, growing, become more of what you were made for — a mother. And the idea is driving me crazy, Brie. You have no fucking idea.”

 

His hands pushed harder against my skin and moved, circling my hips, feeling their curves, down, around my ass, squeezing, molding, and pulling my body closer to his. I quickly looked back into the house. Mother was gone, probably in the kitchen. He saw my look and paused, following my lead, but seeing it all clear, he continued, he moved me to him. Our bodies touched, his hardness, and mine — my tummy, but despite that I was still soft, a soft curvy woman.

 

“Daddy? I’ve missed you.”

 

He growled, that deep, sexy growl at the back of his throat and I felt his hardness rise up as he buried his face in my neck. I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. Pain. My pussy went straight to pain. That only happens when arousal hit me hard and fast, when my pussy becomes ready for fucking faster than the rest of my body, but it was quickly catching up. My heart began to pound, my nipples harden, my skin began to tingle and waves of desire began coursing through my body uncontrollably.

 

“I want you so bad. More than I ever thought possible. There are times when I look at you now, seeing you like this, watching the curves grow — it’s all I could do from raping you. You are so fucking sexy. My cock is constantly hard. I’m afraid sometimes it’s going to fall off cause he never rests. I need you so much. I need you so much.”

 

He was moving against me, hard, sure, grinding, biting my neck, sucking on my skin, finding my mouth and we kissed. He kept pulling me closer, lifting me so our bodies would fit better, despite the baby. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip, opening myself to him. His dick found my panty-covered puss and he began rubbing, up and down, grinding against her, my pussy, making the moisture flood the fabric. Grinding, grinding, up against my clit. Oh, god, I was so horny. I was losing my damn mind. Our tongues clashed. Devouring, sucking, mating. His whole mouth surrounded mine. He invaded my moist cave with such force and desire I thought I would faint. He grabbed the hair on my head and slowly began to pull.

 

“Ah.”

 

I reached one hand back, wrapping around his as he bent me backwards against the rail and forcibly pushed against my clit. Waves of pleasure surrounded me so intensely I was crying. He reached up and carefully unbuttoned my top, revealing my body to him.

 

“They are growing again. You know that, don’t you? I’ve seen them. They are becoming fuller and they will continue to do so and they’ll become harder, and juicier, and filled with milk and when they do. I’ll be ready. I’ll be there.”

 

“Oh Daddy, you can’t. The baby. I have to feed the baby.”

 

“And you will. She’ll get some, but I’ll have the rest. She’ll have formula too; I’ll buy the best. Don’t worry. Your baby will be taken care of, but this…”

 

He pushed my bra aside. My nipples tightened in the cool air. He growled some more. He grabbed on, hard. I whimpered. It hurt. It hurt but…

 

“Good. Yes. The nipple, the nipple.”

 

He cupped my breast in his hand, giving it a cone shape as he twisted my nipple. Playing it like a violin, making me produce pussy cream on demand, like a cow producing milk.

 

“Daddyyyyyyyyyyy.” I wanted to scream, but mom — I couldn’t because of mom. I couldn’t see anything; he kept me bent back, away. I looked up at the stars in the sky and felt so small in comparison to their vastness. I felt tied into existence and the natural order of things. He was right; this was what I was made for. I felt him slowly apply his thumbnail to the tip of my nipple. Sweet agony. An annoying itch I didn’t know how to scratch. God, my pussy. I was so wet, so wet my panties were a mess. I tried humping up against him, but it was no use. There was so much moisture that there was no friction, not the kind I needed and my panties just slid and he just slid, completely unstable. I needed it there at my clit.  And then the nail was gone and my nipple was pounding. It was on fire, that one nipple. My back was beginning to ache. My head hurt from the pressure of his hand. He wouldn’t let up. I gave up trying to do whatever it was I was trying to do and slid my hand down to rest on the arms holding me close. His scent surrounded me as he leaned closer. Hmmmmm. I loved his cologne.

 

I jumped. Moisture. Warm, soft, slimy heat swirled around my nipple. Covering it, sucking it. Daddy. ‘Suck me, Daddy. Suck me. Suck me, Daddy…suck, suck, suck.’ He released my hair and his right hand found my left breast, circling, engulfing it. It felt so good, that warmth. He squeezed slowly, sensually, loving my mounds with smooth solid pressure. I loved the soft sucking sounds. It drove me crazy. Reaching down, I fought against the pressure of our bodies and found my panties. I pulled them down, despite the pressure of his weight against mine. I lowered my leg and let the panties fall naturally to the ground. 

 

He gripped my hips and lifted me up onto the rail, never releasing my nipple as he lashed it with his moist tongue, licking my skin, my curves, squeezing it periodically, licking against the bulges he created.

 

“Hmmmmmmmm,” he moaned. His hot breath bathed my skin.

 

“Daddy. Please.” I was out of my ever-loving, cotton-picking mind. He released my nipple with a pop. I shuddered. It was cold — cold without his heat. I couldn’t take it. I was so close.

 

“Daddy, please,” I begged, but he just stood there, inhaling deeply, trying to breathe, squeezing my breasts over and over, like they were dough. He just loved the feel of their fullness in his hand.

 

“Daddddddddddyyyy,” I said in a gutteral plea. I even scared myself. I began to rock, nearly falling back until he caught me. I wrapped my arms around his neck again for support. He leaned down and took my right breast in his mouth and reclaimed the wet one for his palm. His free hand lowered itself to the heat between my legs.

 

“Yesssssssssss,” I hissed.

 

He found my button, covered it with his fingers and squeezed.

 

“Uhhhhhh,” I grunted, that deep-gutted grunt that made me sound like some huge animal. My world exploded and I was left jerking uncontrollably in his arms.

 

“Uh uh uh uh uh.”

 

My body was no longer mine. I cried. Tears flowed down my cheeks, but I was barely aware of them. I fell against his hard frame, trying to breathe, still making those strange sounds.

 

I felt him move against me. Somewhere along the line he stop sucking on my tit, perhaps when I fell. He was slightly jerking himself, toward me, I felt myself slightly bouncing to his rhythm. Something was hitting me in my stomach repetitively, against the baby. Not hard, but it did make me look down. I rested my forehead on his shoulder and looked between us, still breathing kinda hard.

 

His dick. He had his dick in his hand and he was jerking off between us. His hands were stroking his cock much like in the bedroom and then I heard him bellow a hard breath, like all the air exploded from his lungs and he growled again and then...

 

Splat!

 

I was hit with a wave of cum shooting out of his dick in high spurts, some landing on my tits, most finding my stomach and still he stroked, less intense, but still strong. I heard him groan as if he was in slight pain. Now he was leaning on me just as much as I was leaning on him and still he pumped, even though there were only a few drops finding their way to my thigh. Then he released his cock and his dick fell on my leg, hot, moist and red.

 

He reached behind me and gripped the rail to support himself. If he leaned on me anymore we both would fall over. I looked back up over his shoulder and into the house. I moved closer to him, pressing more of my body against his, forming a sort of loose hug. It was quiet now. I could hear his heartbeat. I turned my head and rested it against his shoulder, staring at nothing in particular. I was at total peace. Not a single thought had entered my head. I just absorbed his warmth.

 

After a few more minutes in each other’s arms he began to pull away. I let him. I sat up on my own and looked at him. He smiled and kissed me on the nose. I watched him readjust and tuck himself away. I sighed and began following his lead, pushing my sore breasts back into their home and buttoning my shirt.

 

“Daddy?”

 

“Yes, baby?”

 

“Will you be my Lamaze coach?”

 

He smiled. He reached for my face and slowly kissed my lips. “I’d be honored.” He helped me off the rail and picked up my panty. I tucked half of it in the waist of my skirt, under my shirt. I didn’t feel like putting it back on.

 

“You’re wet.” I looked up and saw him staring at me. My blouse was sticking to me because of the cum and there was a small amount of cum trailing down my thigh that hadn’t dried. I reached for my thigh and began rubbing the white stuff into my skin like lotion (fastest way to get rid of it).  Then catching a particularly thick glob I paused and looked up at him. Our eyes met.

 

I looked back down and lifted my skirt. We watched as I leaned back on the rail and lifted my leg again for a better view. For the first time ever I rubbed his cum into my pussy. We watched as my pussy sucked it up, swallowing it deep. I didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant.

 

I looked back up and daddy was staring at me. He looked like he wanted to attack. Lust so intense gripped me hard and I felt the tears start again. But he didn’t touch me; instead, he moved further back. I put my leg down and we continued to stare, fighting for control. We both wanted more but knew it wouldn’t be smart. Not now. Not again.

 

“I don’t think I can anyway.”

 

He slowly began to relax. My words gave him the strength to regain composure.

 

“I’m tired. I think I’ll go to bed. If I pass her and she asks, I’ll say you made me laugh and I spilled my pudding. Good thing I chose vanilla.”

 

“Good thing.”

 

And just like all the nights that have come before…

 

“Night, Daddy.”

 

“Night, baby girl.”

 

I went into the house and up to my room. Mom was nowhere in sight.

 

*****


 

 

Months seven through eleven

 

The next few months went by extremely fast. We decided to make the guestroom the baby room. Daddy bought these really expensive baby monitors so we could have a receiver in every room of the house if we needed. They were like walkie talkies. The base, or sender would always be with the baby and turns on automatically with any noise, sending the noise to all the receivers throughout the house so we could hear if she starts crying. So, if the baby cried in her room, and mom was in the kitchen and heard her, mom could pick up a receiver, press a button and we would all hear her confirm that she’d look in on Jessica.  Jessica is the name I had chosen, after daddy’s little sister.

 

I also started Lamaze classes.  Daddy was there with me every step of the way. He was also going to be there when I gave birth. He was going to help me raise this child and he’ll probably be the only true father little Jessie will ever know. Not necessarily a bad thing. The holidays came and went. I got a lot of mother-to-be stuff, but some cool stuff, too, for when I started college again, like a new computer and palm pilot. I was happy.

 

I never did run across that cute guy who knocked me up. I guessed that he may have been a mechanic and for a while I did drive around to shops surrounding the area where we met. I even went to the little park were Jessie was conceived. Not a thing. Oh well, I doubt he would have been much help anyway.

 

When the day arrived it was actually a week earlier than predicted by Dr. Pearlmen. At the time, I was eating a tub of ice cream, which rested on the baby, when I first felt a contraction. At first I didn’t know what the hell it was. I figured it was a muscle cramp from sitting in the same position for so long and it took a while before another occurred. But another did occur, as did another, and about two hours after the first contraction my water broke. Both my parents were actually at work. I paged my dad and my mom and my dad got back to me first. I told him my water broke and we started to time the contractions. Soon after mom called and it was decided that mom would come pick me up to take me to the hospital. I had time, the contractions were about 40 minutes or so apart and the hospital where they worked at and I was going to use to deliver wasn’t that far.

 

Fifteen minutes later mom was at the front door and I had my pre-packed delivery bag with me. Dad got hold of Dr. Pearlmen and she said she would meet us at the hospital. When the time came for actual delivery I was scared as hell and in so much pain. I never want to go through anything like that again. I agreed to have a natural birth, but about two hours into labor I was screaming, practically begging, for them to knock me out and cut Jessie out of me, but they didn’t and forty-five minutes later I delivered a healthy beautiful baby girl, seven-and-a-half-pounds.

 

They kept me for about a week. I would have been out sooner, but daddy wanted to make sure I was okay. The most interesting thing I had to get used to with the new baby was the breast-feeding. I expected relief, because having my breasts fill up with milk three or four times a day was actually very painful, and having it taken out was longed for. What I didn’t expect was the desire I felt when that little girl latched on with strength I would have never have expected from one so tiny. By the time I was through with each session I was screaming for the chance to cum. My body was a four-alarm fire, but there was nothing I could do. I had to wait six whole weeks.

 

When I came home my family was wonderful. Daddy and mom each took a week off, first mom and then dad. It was dad who was the most interesting to have with me. Mom had all the little knowledge on baby care that they don’t tell you about in books — the stuff you just learn through trial and error — and she was very helpful and cool in that aspect, but dad… it was almost like when I was younger and he would come in my room to watch me move. He did it again. He loved watching my body. I was nearly the same size I was before I had her, except my hips were a little fuller and my breasts were a lot bigger. I went from a 36D to a 36E-F. I was big before, well not really that big, more like, right for my frame, but now…I was huge. I could tell he liked it.

 

When his week came, he would make me walk around naked in the house. The most I would be allowed to wear was my panties. He would watch me move and watch my breasts move with me. Sometimes he would let me wear my nursing bra, the one where the flaps came down so you can breastfeed the baby, but he wanted the flaps down all the time, which provided me with next to no support, but I didn’t mind too much. I missed his eyes on me. At first he would just watch me feed the baby, his eyes never missing a beat. Sometimes he would ask me to sit in his lap and he would cup my breasts up at just the right angle so the baby would be comfortable as she nursed.

 

What I liked the most was the time when he held me because he would often be naked too, and I would sit on his thighs, with his cock cradled in my ass cheeks and he would rock himself back and forth in my crevice while the baby sucked on my nipples and he sucked on my neck. I was in a constant state of arousal during his week off.

 

It wasn’t until the fourth week that he started filling his promise. I would usually keep the baby with me, right up until I would go to bed. Daddy would start coming in my room after work to visit me and Jessica and watch her feed and when she was finished, we would put her in crib for her nap and daddy would take her place in my arms, sucking on my hard dark tips.

 

There wasn’t much but when he took me in his hands he stimulated me, squeezed me, played with my nipples and the sweet liquid would flow from barely noticeable little holes. He would attach himself on my breasts, moaning and rocking up against my body, heaving over me with his big strong body, licking and biting my nipples, stroking and squeezing my ass, as I would wrap my arms and legs around him and enjoy the pleasure coursing through my body. Sometimes as he fed from me and rocked against me I would slide my fingers down the crack of his ass and find that puckered hole and slip my finger in deep and massage that magic spot I knew he loved so much, me and daddy, sucking and ass fucking. It was almost perfect…almost.

 

*****


 

 

Month twelve

 

It was actually on the same day (a year later) that I had met Jessie’s father and conceived her that I decided to make my move. I was in much the same state that I was back then: happy, free, about to start school again in a week. Life was good. We found a nanny to help me out with the baby, mostly when I had to go to school and such. Mom and dad helped out a lot. Dad actually cut back on his hours and things were going well. I met with Dr. Pearlmen and she declared me healthy. Not needing her services anymore, I went back to my regular family doctor and we finally got me on birth control. Well, actually it has been a year and one day to the day I conceived that I made the move on daddy. He was very busy with his staff evaluations and was up a lot lately writing boring behavioral reports.

 

He was in the dining area and it was late, around one or two in the morning. Mom had long ago gone to bed and I had taken a nap earlier in the day with the baby so I was up and Jessie was out like a light, thank god. He had papers everywhere covering almost every inch of the table. He was hunched over some forms, wearing his reading glasses, which somehow made him look like the grandpa he is. There was a laptop beside him, glowing an eerie bright blue.

 

I decided to go simple and wore a wife beater shirt, a.k.a, a Fruit of the Loom’s men’s white undershirt. On a woman that type of shirt was pretty sexy. It clung to curves and the thin material made it damn near transparent. It was long enough to wrap around the curve of my hips and stop right above my thighs. The house was a nice toasty temperature so I didn’t mind walking around in next-to-nothing. My red painted toes dug into the carpet as I made my way to his side. I leaned against the edge of the dark hard wood and slid onto the top, pushing papers out the way with my behind. Daddy turned toward me and took in my shirt; pausing and peering over his Ben Franklin like glasses.

 

“Hi, Daddy.”

 

His eyes of course were at my breasts. They began to harden beneath the cloth and I felt a bit of moisture leak from the tip as if the contraction pushed it out and it blended with the white fibers, making a small wet spot over the hard bump, which became more defined.

 

“Hey, baby girl. You’re up late.”

 

“I couldn’t sleep.”

 

He looked up from my milk sacks for a moment and looked into my eyes. I smiled. He continued to stare at me as he moved away from the table and leaned back in his chair. Leaning to his right, away from me, he rested his face on his fingers, watching me with a look of speculation. My smile got wider and I slid from the table.  My shirt rose with my movement, gliding further up my thighs reveling my fluffy little bush. His eyes darted down, never missing a beat.  I stepped closer to him and lifted a leg. I straddled his lap, trapping him between my thighs and sank down on his legs, using the table as a backrest. I was already wet. Just before I came down here I had lain on my bed with my hands between my legs, fantasizing, well, more like reminiscing back to the days he would come into my room for our little ‘talks.’

 

He didn’t say anything, just looked at me, with his head resting on his fingers, waiting for what I was going to do next. I lifted my arms and rested my hands directly onto his shoulders. His eyes were so watchful, taking me completely in. I reached up and took off his glasses putting them behind me.

 

“Daddy? It has been over two months.”

 

“I know.”

 

I begin to move. My hips slid back and forth on his pants; over the bulge that developed the moment I entered the room. I rocked against him slowly, seductively, teasingly.

 

“The doctor said I’m okay.”

 

“I know that, too.”

 

He was looking down now. The moisture of my pussy began seeping through his kaki pants. He watched the medium tan color darken dramatically as I rubbed and humped my pussy against him, loving the roughness against my sensitive clit.

 

“Good.” I rose higher, closer. My breasts began to tingle. Wetness was everywhere. My shirt, soaked in milk, clung to my breasts as the tension began to build in my body.

 

“Now lets stop fucking around…”

 

His hands moved and wrapped around my rising ass as I moved over him. I dipped my head, stopping centimeters from his lips.

 

“…and finally start fucking around.”

 

My mouth dove for his. We met and we embraced, kissing, biting, sucking, bonding as my tongue invaded his mouth, taking control, demanding that he meet me and he did. He pulled me closer, hugging me so tight I nearly lost my breath. The shirts between us were becoming wetter from my leaking breasts. He moaned and pushed me back. I watched as he lifted the shirt off my body, sticky wetness everywhere: juice from my pussy, milk from my breasts, and drool from my lips. And still I continued to rock, that slow, intoxicating rock, moving my body against his. He watched me move, mesmerized. His hands reached up and circled my breasts. My nipples pressed up against his palms, seeping slowly. He lightly stroked my skin, sliding with ease as the light reflected off me. I had to concentrate on breathing. Sometimes, I would actually forget how when I was like this — when the arousal was so strong it seemed to reach my core.

 

He leaned forward and nuzzled them; making his face wet as well, until he closed his eyes and he latched on to my breasts and began to suck.

 

I stopped.

 

Everything within me went still. He looked…different. He looked peaceful as he rested against me, sucking from my breasts, pulling on my nipple, rolling it in his mouth as his tongue danced around it, driving me fucking nuts with all the little thrills he was sending through my body, yet still I stopped. He looked like he had come home. My right breast remained in his right palm as he slightly stroked it, preparing it while he sucked on my left. He reminded me of Jessie. His face was innocently content. Well…not that innocent. His cock was still hard beneath me. He almost looked like he was napping and that he was sucking on instinct.

 

“Daddy?”

 

“Hmmmm,” he groaned and pulled me closer, sucking hard, his throat moving as he swallowed the milk. “Hmmmmm hmmmmm hmmmmm,” he moaned as sucking noises filled the air. I watched him drink, my pussy raging on fire. My body began to shake with chills and I continued to hump him, riding his cock through his pants. Then he let me go, licking and kissing my nipple before discarding it. He moved to my other breast. Latching on, his teeth grazed the tight nub. Slight contractions started in my womb and slowly spread a euphoric haze over my body as I came in small waves, still rocking, flooding him with more pussy juice as he sucked.

 

He groaned some more and reached behind me with both hands and wrapped his palms around the cheeks of my ass, pulling me closer against his body. Releasing my nipple briefly he said, “Release me.” Then he clamped back on. I tried to reach down between us, but it was hard. He held me so close. He squeezed and pulled my ass cheeks, opening and closing them, wider and wider, until I felt the pull on my pussy lips as they began to spread and close also, rubbing against my clit, stroking my clit with my own pussy. Pleasure engulfed me, while at the same time that achy little itch nearly drove me mad.

 

He let my breast go and reached back up, squeezing both of them harder. Milk shot out from the tips, directly onto his face, landing on his nose and mouth. He opened his mouth and aimed and caught the remaining milk. I began to regain control and began moving again, against him. He squeezed me, causing milk to splash all over us. What milk he missed he reached down and licked off my skin and rubbed his face in until he began to need something additional.

 

He reached behind me and began to push everything within reach off the table and onto the floor. Finding room, he stood up from his chair and lifted me by my hips and set me on the table. Our bodies pulled free and his dick bounced back against his stomach. He picked up the laptop and gently tossed it in a side chair and pushed off as much paper as he could.

 

“Don’t you need that? What if your papers get mixed up?”

 

“I’ll figure it out.”

 

I looked around behind me, making sure nothing was in the way and then I noticed it. He wasn’t moving. Looking back up I saw him staring at me. He had this soft sweet smile. There was love in his eyes.

 

“I’m not always the best father and I don’t always do or say the right things, but I do love you. Very much.”

 

My heart filled with so much emotion I couldn’t speak. Instead, I pushed back tears, reached up and smoothed out his eyebrows. They were a mess.

 

“Me too.”

 

Then he slightly lifted me up again and sort of threw me back against the table, closer to the center. My ass vibrated in pain from the sudden impact, but I didn’t have time to respond. I was too busy watching my father climb on top of the dining room table and begin crawling his way over my body. He looked like a panther, stalking his prey and he was getting ready to attack.

 

“Daddy?”

 

Heat surrounded my pinky toe as he pulled it in his mouth and sucked it like it was a little clit. ‘Oh Daddy.’ He kissed his way to my knee, licking the underside. It tickled. I laughed. I turned my head to the left and I saw him move over me in the reflection of the large mirror centered on the wall. I saw his dark head dip again and felt the swipe of that tongue as it crawled again on my pussy flesh, moving along my thigh, biting again, licking, sucking little hickeys along my knee…my foot…my toes.

 

I watched him move over me and totally worship my body. He looked so sexy, so in control. I, on the other hand, looked ridiculous. My hair was a mess. Dried tear trails lined my face. My lips looked sore and red from our kissing and my biting when I tried not to cry out. My breasts, depleted of milk, no longer stood firm and high but rather began to sink to the side of my body, victims of gravity and my daddy’s feasting. My skin was tight from the dried milk that he hadn’t gotten. Then I looked back and watched him, watched and felt as his tongue bathed my flesh, washing away the excess pussy juice from my thigh, only to be replaced with new, fresh pussy juice, just as heavy, just as salty, slipping down the tunnels of my body, onto the table, which he promptly licked clean.

 

He reached up and cupped that fatty part of my mound, molding it in his palm. Releasing it and dipping low again, he sank his teeth in my puss. Biting hard. I cried out and arched my back. The world went black as I closed my eyes, lost. I knew that by morning I would have teeth-like bruises all over my body. Again he licked away the pain, moving up, floating over me. So hard, so strong, so sure. I opened my eyes again and could see his dick between our bodies, sticking out from the top of his briefs. His pants were trapped around his ankles.

 

He continued his assault, his tongue licking over the curve of my tummy, dipping into my navel and off to the side, leaving me wet in his wake. His tongue softly outlined the tiny stretch marks that developed from the baby. Not many, barely noticeable, but there.  He kissed each mark, showing it love and I watched it all in the mirror. Up and up he moved, up the valley of my chest, licking past the mountains of my breasts, kissing and hugging me. His hands reached up and covered mine, still resting on my nipples, all but forgotten. And he squeezed them close, trapping his face in their cushiony softness.

 

“One of theses day I am going to have to fuck these with my dick.” He moved to the left and kissed a nipple, he moved to the right and did the same. He kissed along my jaw and along my cheekbone. Our faces rested on each other. The room was quiet except for our breathing. His moist breath bathed the side of my face as we rested cheek to cheek. I could no longer see the mirror. His face blocked the image.

 

“Ready?”

 

“Yes, from the moment I was born.”

 

He lifted his hips; the pressure of his face on mine became unbearable as he used me for leverage. Quick jerky moments followed and then suddenly, at my cooling moist center I felt the head of his cock waiting at my entrance.

 

“Spread wider for me.”

 

“Yes, Daddy.”

 

I opened my thighs, lifting my puss higher and making myself ready to be taken. He was going to do it. He was going to fuck me. ‘In a moment he’s going to push his hips forward, his cock is going to part my folds like Moses parted the Red Sea and juice will leave me, slide down, free from its prison as his cock works its way into my channel, displacing pussy juice. He will slide deeply into my mushy flesh and fuck my cotton-pink insides until they turn a raw, well-used, well-fucked red. I wonder if they make that color lipstick.’

 

Anyway. Never mind. My mind goes weird places sometimes.

 

And then it happened. He slid inside, like butter. No restrictions. He slid inside and I felt every inch of my father’s cock entering my body, filling it, making it whole. He went as deep in as he could go until meeting the back of my pussy, in balls deep. My pussy reshaped itself, forming around him, taking shape, and hugging him. My daddy’s dick was up in my pussy. Deep inside; all up in my shit. His body covered mine completely.  My thighs wrapped around his hips.  His hands moved from my breasts and reached out along my arms until he found my hands. He moved them up, over my head and held them together. I was completely his.

 

I expected him to move and kiss me, but he didn’t. He turned his head more to the wall. His hair was in my face. His head was pressing against my nose. I turned away and then I realized he too saw the mirror. He was watching. My pussy involuntarily tightened around him and he groaned. I turned my head in the opposite direction to the other wall and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to watch. I just wanted to feel.

 

He, on the other hand, couldn’t look away. He watched as his ass contracted and released as he slid his cock in and out of the wet fuck hole that was his daughter. He watched as her thighs gripped him in a death-like embrace almost preventing him from the movements he truly wanted to make. He watched his dick move in and out of her, her lips wrapped around him, fat and juicy as he rammed inside of her repeatedly. It was unreal almost, the image of his dick in his daughter, fucking her. He pushed harder and harder until he heard the slapping sounds of the their flesh when his dick slammed home and his hips beat against her ass. He heard Brie moan and groan and saw her hips attempt to rise up and meet him. He knew she was reaching another climax, so he doubled his efforts.

 

My pussy was on fire. Sweated poured from me as I felt him slam, slam, slam into me. The fit was so tight, his hips felt like they barely moved in between my thighs but they moved, they moved and they fucked me with such force. His body engulfed me completely. His scent was everywhere and he held me down, using my body for his cock to fuck. Slamming against my clit, almost pushing it back against my body as our skins slammed against each other in sharp, stinging little slaps. My clit was so sore and raw I didn’t think I could cum again. I felt numb there, but the sensations — the wanting — the desire was running all through me as I felt him fuck me so hard, so intensely, almost mindlessly. There was no gentleness in how he did it. No emotion, no kissing, no hugging, just fucking as he watched from the mirror, as if he was analyzing the situation, watching his dick molest my achy gaping hole.

 

I was so close. I was so close but I couldn’t get there. I couldn’t find the edge so I jerked under him, bucked almost, pushing my body up against his as he came down, slamming, slamming. He pushed back harder. I cried out in pain, but the pain meant nothing. The pain disappeared. The waves took over, swallowed it, crushing it as I worked harder and harder. I needed to cum. I had to cum. Damn where was it when I wanted it? I lifted my hips, fucking him back, riding the wave that wouldn’t reach its peak. I struggled against his hands. I had to be free. I needed to be free. I fought him. He held on tighter but I needed more.

 

“Daddy, Daddy, please. I need to touch you, I need to move.”

 

He released me. His hands left mine. He stopped fucking me. He lifted himself up, his breathing was fast but still in control. He reached beneath my body and wrapped his hands around my ass and lifted me closer to him. I repeated the movement. I lifted my thighs up higher on his back and that seemed to open up more space than I knew I had and he sunk deeper. He groaned and I cried. My nails bit into his ass and I got ready. His thrusts began again, deeper this time, higher, ‘yes higher that was it.’ It was angled differently. Contact with my clit wasn’t as constant and the little achy button pulsed to the beat of my crazy heart as he fucked me again, ramming, thrusting. He was no longer looking at the mirror. He was looking at us, watching as his cock pushed deeper and deeper inside me, in and out, out and in, and wet and raw all at once. My pussy opened and made more room and he moved faster, fucking so fast and hard the table began to bounce, began to rock. I spread my thighs wider feeling him dominate me over and over. My daddy, my big, strong daddy with his big strong cock fucked me on the table hard, into the table, taking me higher, yes higher, that’s it — that’s what I need — that’s what I want.

 

“Fuck me more, fuck me more, Daddy fuck me more.”

 

And he fucked and pushed and rammed. Our breathing was harsh. He was pouring sweat. It was leaking from all over him. Drops fell from his head, from his nose from his lips, splashing on me as he jerked and rocked above me. He was grunting, grunting these deep animal-like grunts and he pushed himself harder and harder. One time he stopped, trying to regain control but I got pissed and punched him in his chest. He grunted again and kept fucking me.

 

I didn’t want to cum. I needed to cum, but I didn’t want it to end. I wanted it to last and last and last forever — my daddy fucking me on the table like we were animals.

 

“Fuck me Daddy, fuck me more. Fuck me.”

 

By then I had no choice. It was coming. It was becoming more than anything I ever felt. My tired body tensed, preparing for the assault. I began to pant.

 

“Yesyesyes… uh uh oh uh oh yes ahhh. Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy…”

 

He heard me. He knew I was there and redoubled his efforts.  He released my thighs from his waist and folded my legs toward my chest, closing my calves around his ears as he pushed up and up and in until I released a hoarse scream. Cumming so hard against his cock, his fucking cock.

 

“Oh thank God!” he bellowed, and his body jerked hard against me. My body arched with tension and my eyes rolled back in my head. I felt warm wetness bathing my body. It was almost as if someone had poured warm water all over me and it pooled under me, around my ass.

 

My breathing was shallow. There wasn’t enough air. I needed more air. The world around me became fuzzy and I felt my daddy release my legs. They fell down in a thump, like rubber. He slowly pulled away from me as if the movement caused him pain and just as the world went from fuzzy to black, I felt his crushing body fall on top of me. I grunted at the impact. So much for me receiving more air. I think I passed out.

 

When I woke up, there was something heavy on top of me. My body was unbelievably sore and I felt itchy. My skin felt like it did when you came from swimming out in the sea. The smell of urine surrounded me. I turned toward the weight on my body, it was daddy, and he was snoring. I felt dehydrated. I lifted my arms and pushed at him.

 

“Daddy? Daddy? DADDY!”

 

He snorted and came awake.

 

“Oh shit.”

 

“I know. I know. Please. I can’t breath.”

 

He rose up over me.

 

“Move over.” I slid to the edge of the table, making room. He slid on his back and lay beside me. “What’s that smell?”

 

I began to laugh. “I think I peed on myself.”

 

“Oh…. Happens a lot, does it?”

 

“No never. What time is it?”

 

He raised his arm and looked at his wristwatch. “Oh, shit! It’s 5:12 in the morning. Your mom will be up soon. We’ve got to clean this up.”

 

I groaned in despair. “I can’t. I can’t move.”

 

He sat up and slid off the table.

 

“You’d better move, young lady. I will not run the risk of your mother seeing this. I’ll clean up. You just get out of here and wash up.”

 

I moaned as he proceeded to straighten his clothes and pick up papers. I slid off the table and slowly bent over to pick up my shirt. ‘I am so out of shape.’

 

“What about the pee?”

 

He laughed, “I’ll get it. Come here.”

 

I walked around to his side just as he was putting a stack of papers on a side chair. He reached out and pulled me into his arms and kissed me, long and deep. My pussy began to tingle and my nipples hardened.

 

“You know Daddy loves you, right?”

 

I smiled. “I love you too, Daddy.”

 

He growled and bit my lip. Smacking me on the ass he said, “Go on.”

 

I took my pitiful ass out of the dining room and up the stairs. I snuck past mom and dad’s room and found mine. I just turned on the shower when I heard the first cry.

 

“Waaaaaaaa. Waaaaaaa.”

 

“Oh damn.” The baby was awake and wouldn’t you know it? It’s feeding time. I don’t think there is any milk left.