Incest/Taboo A Mother's Touch

"Ok, but two things."

"What?" she asked sounding suddenly delighted.

"One, you can't EVER tell anyone I did this, they would never understand why I did, or would for one, and that means Kristen too!" I added as a further concerned warning.

"Don't worry...I won't mother, and besides, I don't think I'll be seeing Kristen again anytime soon anyway. The last time she was here was to tell me she probably wouldn't be coming back, and that we certainly wouldn't be doing anything more together either. She's found someone that she's decided to commit herself too, so for that reason alone...we won't be. Anyway, what's the second?"

"I'll only do it beneath the blanket where I can't really see what I'm doing," I now told her, though even as I did, it sounded just as silly hearing it as to have said it. Sharon smiled at that, but agreed.

"Ok," she said grabbing the blanket again, though not before yanking down her panties all the way to the tops of her casts. But help me take these off first before you do that...ok?"

I did, catching another brief glimpse of Sharon's wet glistening split, which seemed even moister, far more wet than it had earlier, and with good reason. Once again she pulled the blanket up fully over herself, and then I sat beside her, allowing my hand to slip beneath the covering and down into her lap.

I was also grateful to discover that the show we'd been watching was over. Perhaps that would at least make things easier for me, but then Sharon seemed intent on making that even more difficult.

"It may take a little longer unless there's something really naughty going on for me to think about," she informed me.

"What do you mean? Want?" I then asked.

"Well, either tell me all about you and your girlfriend and what the two of you did to one another while you're doing me...or turn on one of those other movies, the kind that you and dad enjoy watching together."

With my hand and fingers already worming themselves around inside my own daughter's cunt, I'd already committed myself to helping her get off, but as bizarre as it might have been to anyone else, I knew without a doubt there was no way I could tell her about my own personal experience, and not end up licking my daughters cunt after doing so. I quickly flipped to the adult channel and selected the first erotic movie that I came to.

Boy...was that a mistake.

As the movie began it opened up with a large breasted woman lying in the middle of her bed, she was playing with herself while using a vibrator, which of course reminded me of what I'd been doing earlier. Moments later a second woman walks in on her, surprising her. The gal in bed at first seems embarrassed at being caught, but then the second woman, an obvious friend starts asking her about the toy, how it feels...and then as expected of course, she strips down and soon joins her.

"How does that feel anyway?" Sharon now asked me. "I've never used one of those either. Do you use it when you and dad fool around? Or mostly when you're alone?"

"God Sharon, what's gotten into you?" I asked, though I continued to sit there beside her, finger-fucking her cunt even as I said that.

"Just curious," she said simply, softly. "Just wondered if dad got jealous of you using one, or if he's more open minded than all that."

"Sometimes we do yes," I found myself admitting to her, once again trying to get back into more of the "sex-chat" type of discussions we had freely shared with one another, forgetting for the moment at least, that I was in fact masturbating my own daughters pussy while we did. "Though mostly I use it when I'm alone," I then added hoping that would settle the question.

"Can I try it sometime?" she now asked. I tore my eyes away from the movie, it was far worse now than the other as the two women on screen finger-fucked one another while licking each other's cunts pleasurably.

"I'll get you one," I told her, "then you can see for yourself."

"But how do I know which one to get? Or even if I should get one and try it if I've never had one before?"

"Maybe I'll let you try mine sometime," I then said, hoping that would settle it for the moment anyway. Which to some extent it did, though now...I sat listening to my daughter's sudden escalated breathing, added to the increased panting on the TV as the two women still locked in a mutual "69" strove to get one another off.

"Oh yeah, right there mom...right there. That's it...just like that, keep doing what you're doing...I'm almost...there!"

I felt the additional wetness, the lubrication as it suddenly coated my fingers. Finding her hard little knot, I teased it with the tip of my finger just the way I enjoyed doing myself whenever I came. Hearing Sharon's deep-throated moan of pure delight sent a series of jolts quivering up and down my own spine as well, even the tingly beginnings of a self non-touching orgasm seemed to linger on the surface briefly as I fought desperately to control them. Looking down at her now however, eyes closed, her face contorted into one of pure orgasmic bliss, Sharon also openly fondled her breasts, pulling each one of her nipples as hard as she could, just as I did...just exactly the same way I did whenever I came like this. Which I suddenly began doing.

Shortly after we had both climaxed, though I certainly hadn't told her that I did of course, Sharon once again fell asleep. I wandered upstairs to my bathroom much in a daze, and sat down inside the tub with the shower running as hot as I could stand it. As I sat there, I promised myself that never again would I allow something like that to happen between us. It had been too tempting, too obscenely tempting and too decadently wicked to ever allow myself to indulge in again. I was determined to tell her so that very evening, but Robert came home a bit earlier than usual, so I had to put it off as much as I had wanted to do otherwise.

The rest of the evening passed uneventful thankfully, with all being normal once again, and with Sharon even complaining less than normally, even when it finally came time that she could indeed take another pain pill again.

"I should be ok until morning," she told me, though the look in her eye said something else. Even the kiss goodnight that she gave me, lingered perhaps a millisecond longer than normal as well, though that could have been my own overactive imagination.

Robert stood in the doorway of our daughter's bedroom having carried her back up, waiting for me as we said goodnight.

"She seems to be in much better spirits today for some reason," he stated as we closed the door to her bedroom and then headed back down the hallway towards our own room. "I think you're being home with her as helped out a lot," he then added. "Nothing like a mother's touch I always say."

I nearly fell tripping over myself on the carpet, thankful that Robert had his arm around me at the time or I might have actually done so.

He then grinned as we entered our bedroom. It was early yet, even for us. "Well, what's say you and I have a bit of fun?" he suggested wantonly. "I've been horny all day!"

"Yeah, me too," I said. "Me too."

It was Friday, one more day before the weekend when Robert would be home. Then he would spend most of the day with Sharon as she lay on the couch. And that meant, if nothing else, that she would at least dress a bit more demurely in front of her father. As for myself, it meant that Sharon and I would eventually get around to having a chat, one in which I firmly intended us to have with a promise given, and one being received, that we wouldn't again allow to happen what had already happened.

The moment she had woke though, it was obvious she was in a bit more pain than usual. I then had to question the logic of her not taking a pain pill prior to going to bed. Though she had obviously slept through the night comfortably enough, she was now in some discomfort as she lay on the couch shortly after her father had carried her downstairs.

"Worse today?" he had asked concernedly just before heading out the door to work.

"She'll be ok, soon as the medication kicks in," I assured him, and then kissed him, perhaps a bit more passionately as he stepped out the door, but it had been a rather wild evening in bed together the night before. Robert left with a nice smile on his face, leaving me with one too. It had been at Robert's suggestion that we incorporate a couple of toys, which we'd done. Though it had been the vision of using one on Sharon that had filled my warped mind as I came, the image of that once again filling my head, erasing the smile.

Sharon dozed for a bit as the medication once again kicked in. I puttered about until an hour or so later I heard the TV come on. Heading out into the living room to check on her and see if she was hungry enough for breakfast, I was flabbergasted to see what it was she'd decided to watch.

"Don't you think it's a little early in the morning to be watching something like that?" I asked coming in to the living room.

Sharon had selected another of the really dirty movies from one of the adult channels. The first thing that had greeted my eyes was the sight of one woman sitting on a rather large sized cock, and another woman sitting on his face. As they did, they also faced one another, kissing and fondling each other's breasts. Sharon completely evaded my question to her however, asking me one instead.

"You and daddy ever consider doing something like that?" she asked.

Now it was my turn to avoid her question, though we honestly had. "You want anything to eat?" I said instead though my eyes were on the TV now instead of her, watching the two women fondling one another's breasts, reminding me briefly how Sharon and I had been doing that the day before.

She giggled, and I knew when she did she was feeling the effects of the pain medication. I also noticed as I stood there that she had chosen to wear one of her father's sleeveless underwear tank tops and a simple thong that barely covered her nearly exposed mound. I saw that her nipples were already hard, pressing firmly against the tight form-fitting shirt outlining each one of her breasts as though it had been molded to them.

"Yeah...you!" she said teasingly, and then giggled again.

"Sharon!" I exclaimed, feeling my face redden. I feigned shock at her comment, trying very hard to show disgust as she lay looking up at me, but my body was saying something else as I felt a brief quick tingle between my legs. Her statement had already painted a very vivid, very vulgar picture inside my head of her doing just that.

"Ooh look mother, look what they're doing now!" she said redirecting my gaze.

I was more than willing to look anywhere rather than at her at the moment, especially when I saw her hand slipping down beneath the small little piece of material covering her mound. On the TV, the male actor with the large sized dick was now kneeling between the legs of one of the women, the other woman was holding his prick, teasing the opening of the other woman, simultaneously licking them both as she did so.

"God that's hot...I wonder what that would feel like?" she stated. I stood there wondering the same thing myself briefly, then again collected myself and turned back towards her. Obviously, trying to have any sort of discussion with her at the moment was useless, at least until she had come down from her mixed euphoria, a combination of the pills effect in addition to the sexual arousal she was also experiencing.

"I'm going to pour myself a coffee," I then said turning to leave. "You want anything?"

Once again, she just looked at me and grinned, though at least this time she didn't say anything. Exasperated, I finally turned and left heading back into the kitchen area. After pouring myself a cup, I stood there with my hands flat down on the kitchen counter. I was angry, more with myself than with Sharon for allowing things to get so out of hand. The tingling sensation I now felt between my legs further enhanced my frustration as well as my resolve to deal with this as soon as I felt Sharon was in a more rational state of mind to do so. But until then, I could either stay in the kitchen until then or rejoin her and wait it out. Against my better judgment, I decided to return to the living room. I knew in doing so where things would end up of course, I wasn't so naive as to think things wouldn't. As she had already begun doing, which was of course obvious, it was my hope that after having an orgasm, she would calm down enough to collect herself. The excitement and arousal likewise dulling the effects of the pill she had taken. Perhaps then she would be more willing to sit down and discuss what had been happening between us and accept the fact that it simply couldn't continue on the way it had been.

Returning then, I wasn't surprised to find that she had removed her tee shirt, her breasts once again fully exposed as she cupped them, occasionally fingering and playing with her nipples. I had known of course that Sharon was very sexual in nature, we both were. But her lack of morals and inhibitions at the moment surpassed being that, making it more difficult for me as I sat down across from her in my favorite chair.

"Would you like for me to make some room for you," she asked sweetly. "You could come over here, sit by me while we watch the movie together," she suggested.

"Ah, no thanks. I think it would be better if I stayed here," I told her, turning my attention to the TV rather than staring at her as she continued pleasuring herself so openly in front of me.

"Mother?"

"Yes?" I said answering without looking at her, feeling the heat in my own face, not to mention the frustration at feeling it also between my legs. The visual of the ongoing threesome on screen not helping things any either. But I was determined to sit there and at least act like none of this was getting to me, even though it was.

"Can I try that vibrator out now?" she asked. Now I did turn towards her, prepared to tell her no, prepared to demand that we turn off the TV, sit and have a rational discussion about all this and end it before it got even more out of hand than it already was. When I did however, I saw that Sharon had managed to reposition herself, even with the casts on her legs, she'd managed to bend them at the knee as much as possible, now sitting with her legs spread. She had pulled the small patch of material off to one side and was openly displaying her wet glistening cunt as she sat fingering it.

Words failed me as I sat there looking at her. Her expression one of pure unbridled lust and desire. And I knew there and then, that any attempt at talking to her now was pointless, not until she had climaxed at least and calmed down enough to do so. My decision then, perhaps not a wise one at the time, was to help her do just that, and if it meant getting the vibrator for her so that she did so, then I was willing to do whatever it took at the moment.

"Ok," I said simply without any further response, and then headed upstairs to retrieve it.

I made my way over to the nightstand opening the drawer. As I did, I felt the trickle of fluid running down the inside of my leg and realized my panties were soaked! I quickly retrieved the thinner 'massage' type vibrator rather than the one that looked more like a man's cock. Somehow I couldn't justify giving her that one to use, it would be even more erotically wicked in doing so, in my mind at least, and thus retrieved the other one. After I had done so, I slipped off my drenched panties, only then remembering that all my clean ones were down in the laundry room still sitting on the folding table. I wasn't about to put my soaked panties back on, and thus grabbed my robe after first removing the rest of my clothing. Though I was now naked, I had stood there telling myself that I would explain to Sharon my intent to shower, which I'd decided to do, after giving her the vibrator to use. I also knew that I would come back up to my own room, sit in the tub and masturbate furiously. The desire I now felt having spread through my own cunt like an out of control fire, needing to be quenched.

I couldn't believe I was actually doing this either. Walking down the hallway back towards the stairs wearing nothing but my own robe and carrying one of my vibrating toys in my hand which I was about to give to my daughter to use, and get herself off with. By the time I had returned, she had positioned herself comfortably upon the couch, entirely naked, and entirely exposed as she lay there fingering herself. She smiled, and then grinned as she saw I had changed.

"Finally decided to join me huh?" she stated. "Way cool! I'd love to see how you do it," she then said.

"Sharon," I began as I stood there holding the vibrator, but she headed me off.

"Show me how you use it while I watch before I do it," she told me. "I'm a little nervous."

Hearing her say that actually made me laugh at the ridicules comment. "You nervous? Not hardly!" I said looking down at her, especially the way she was so openly displayed. "God Sharon, I'm your mother for hell's sakes, and I'm the one standing here with this...this...toy in my hand about to show my own daughter how to use it!"

Once again she smiled. "Open your robe so I can see you," she told me. "You're so beautiful mother, you really are you know."

I felt all resolve, all rationality and reason escape me. I had no business doing this, there was no justification for any of it, yet I knew without a doubt as I stood there, my hand already loosening the belt on my bathrobe, what I was about to do.

"It's not all that complicated," I began. "And you just do...or touch yourself however it best feels pleasurable, you don't even have to insert it inside, most of the time I don't in fact, just teasing my...um, just teasing my ah..."

"Clit?" Sharon giggled, fingering her own as she said it. "Go on mother...say it," she teased suggestively. "Say clit."

"Clit," I said actually giggling, the giddiness, the eroticism of the moment robbing me of my senses. I then placed the toy against myself turning it on. Almost immediately I felt the humming vibration of it as it pleasured my soul, my eyes closing involuntarily for a moment until hearing the sound of my daughter's voice.

"Come closer so I can see it better," she told me. I took a couple of steps. "No...really close, come stand right next to me," she then said, which I did, feeling eerily wicked as I did so, the vibrator pressed against my own bare pussy which Sharon could now clearly see even better than I could myself.

I had once again closed my eyes, not so much in having done so because of the titillating sensation of the vibrator itself, but because of my own somewhat awkward embarrassment of standing so closely to my own daughter, with my own sex so clearly revealed to her as I stood there.

"You have a beautiful pussy!" I heard her say.

"Thank you," I responded, not knowing what else to say, still keeping my eyes tightly closed nevertheless, not wanting to look at her, see her as she sat there looking at me so intently the way I knew she was doing.

But then I felt something, something I had not expected to feel, and for a moment, the sensation of it didn't even register, but when it did, my eyes popped open as I looked down. I saw Sharon had first slipped a finger just inside my opening. She was worming it inside me, the pleasure of which was immediately apparent as my knees weakened nearly giving way.

"Oh Sharon, we shouldn't...you shouldn't be doing that!"

"Too late!" She said smiling, looking up at me, "I already am!"

Just the touch of her finger itself felt better than the vibrator did, and I took it away, still holding onto it as it hummed wickedly within the palm of my hand. I sucked in my breath, holding it as I felt her fingers spread my lips apart, the delicate touch of another finger now gliding over the smooth slick surface of my exposed clit as she caressed it, toyed with it, and played with it as I stood there.

"Feel nice?" she now asked.

It was obvious to her that it did, and I couldn't very well say otherwise, giving in to the sensation of it as she continued to fondle it, touching it, playing with it so provocatively.

"Yes! Yes! It does!" I freely admitted, once again the lightheadedness of my own daughter's touch threatening to make me collapse as I felt the first tingling promise of orgasmic delight begin to course through me.

I then felt a second finger enter, her hand now walking two fingers inside, exploring, caressing playing. I felt myself shudder, goose bumps suddenly blossoming everywhere all at once as she did so. I was so lost in the exquisite sensation of it all, that when the intensity of what I soon felt began, I succumbed to it without even thinking about what had happened for a moment, until my eyes again opened and l looked down. As I did, I watched Sharon's tongue as it came out to continue flicking, and then sucking my hard obscenely exposed clit.

"Sharon! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!"

The orgasm I then felt was overwhelming. Stars filled my head, the convulsions of such orgasmic delight seizing my entire body. I knew that unless I had support, I would collapse as I stood there. My hands automatically reaching out, quickly locating Sharon's head as my fingers entwined themselves in her hair. I held onto her then, felt her tongue and lips as she mouthed my clit so softly, gently sucking it as I came. I felt the tickle of her tongue stabbing at the release of climatic joy that spilled from my cunt like a faucet turned on. Her fingers now slick with my essence, continuing to probe, fucking me furiously. I could likewise hear the erotic sounds my cunt made, the obscene sucking, slippery squishy noise that her fingers produced as she continued to strum the instrument of my sex, the song heard one of lusty fulfillment.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck it! Fuck it! Suck it Sharon! Suck it! Suck my fucking clit!"

I in fact did collapse next to her on the couch, though it was several minutes before I was aware that I had. As I gathered myself, the smell of sex, the aroma of climax still thick in the air between us, I glanced over towards her. Sharon once again now lying back, though I watched as she did so, licking her lips and fingers. Knowing that it was my spending, my essence that she now tasted as she looked at me so wantonly while doing so.

There was no point in commenting, saying anything. I knew, as well as she knew what I was about to do to her...for her. She had already positioned herself for it in fact, expectantly as I'd sat there collecting myself, finally breathing again. Her hands already toying with those near perfect breasts of hers, nipples so hard and so firm that I couldn't deny myself the pleasure of sucking them, sucking them the way she had once sucked upon mine.

I slid up onto her then, replacing her hands with my own, surrounding each one of her rounded orbs, feeling their weight, their softness and fullness as I now gathered them together, making her twin nipples one. I captured her, sucking them in, heard and felt the intake of breath which she held as I did so. I tongued the tender surface of her twin peaks, and then sucked even harder, forcing her to gasp audibly. I began kissing her sensitized flesh, slowly making my way down her taut belly, lingering briefly at her naval, spearing it with my tongue. I played there for a moment, teasing and hinting at what was to come as I journeyed onward, taking my time.

By the time I had reached the glistening split of her sex I could already smell her, the intoxicating aroma of her desire, her want and her need. It assailed my nostrils as I took her in, long before I tasted her, long before my own tongue speared the heavenly split of her opening devouring her when I did. And then when I did, I couldn't get enough of it, enough of her...my own daughter!

It was then that I felt as well as heard the faint gentle hum of the vibrating toy that had somehow fallen beneath me, long forgotten until now. Grabbing it, I then placed it at the opening of Sharon's pink pettled flower and probed her teasingly with it, just as my lips and tongue did against her hard knotted little clit.

"Oh fuck! Yes mother! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Sharon wailed, bouncing almost spasmodically beneath me as I slowly slid the toy inside, holding it there, buried almost completely now, though I didn't as yet move it. I continued to tongue her instead, lapping at her split, tasting the pure sweetness of her oozing nectar as it filled my mouth, dancing on the tip of my tongue which I then used to further caress and stimulate the surface of her hard little nubbin with.

"God! Fuck me mother! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She pleaded as I finally began doing so with the toy.

No words passed between either of us as we recovered. Perhaps the guilt I now began to feel at doing what we'd just done, Sharon now feeling herself. And though I did, and though she may have as well, she touched me, motioning to me to turn around, which I did. I soon after settled myself over her face once again. My own now positioned over my daughter, her sweet split once again beckoning to me, which I kissed and then tasted again, just as she began doing to me.

For the next hour or more, we slowly, almost quietly pleasured one another. I had lost all track of the number of orgasms we either shared, or gave to one another. We soon collapsed however, finally satiated, exhausted, and then slept until the feint sound of the mailman slipping letters through the opening in the door woke me.

"God Sharon! Your father will be home soon!" I said once again alert, now fearful and worried as I exploded into action, surveying the scene of our too wicked to think about adventure. Gathering up the toy I had used on my own daughter, I quickly gathered my robe, sprinting upstairs to shower and dress before Robert came home, but not after first assuring myself that all looked normal again, including Sharon as I had likewise helped her to dress.

"Mom?" Sharon spoke freezing me in place before I had sprinted upstairs, the shame of what I'd allowed to happen already threatening to overtake me.

"Don't!" she said simply. "I wanted it too...perhaps even more than you did, so please...don't."

I kissed her then, sweetly, like a mother to her daughter, reestablishing in a way what we had had before, "before this" I thought chastising myself momentarily. Knowing even as I did so, that I had enjoyed what we had done, had enjoyed it immensely in fact, something which I would have to accept and acknowledge eventually. But for the moment, it was enough to know that Sharon had as well, and that what we had done, what I had so foolishly allowed to happen, hadn't caused any permanent rifts between us. So there was at least that much to help me deal with what it was we had done, and which I knew deep down inside, I wanted to do and experience again!

I had stood in the shower for a very long time, barely getting out and drying off before Robert arrived home from work. But it had given me the time that I needed to think and rationalize things out. I had never kept, nor hidden from my husband anything before. We had shared the most intimate of secrets, fantasies and desires. And though NOTHING had ever bordered on what I had now allowed myself to experience or do, I knew without any doubt, without any hesitation whatsoever, that I was going to tell him. I knew the risk was great. There was no telling how he'd respond to it when I did. What I had done, what I had allowed to happen was unforgivable. But to continue it beyond that, which had now happened, would be even more so should he ever discover it himself. Steeling myself, I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him to come in, which a short time later, he did.

"Busy day?" he asked as he came into the room seeing the look on my face as I sat on the edge of the bed, worriedly, frightened, certainly more fearful now that I had ever been before in my entire life.

"You could say that," I said feeling the tears wailing up in my eyes. "We need to talk later, after Sharon's gone to bed," I informed him. "There's something I need to tell you about."

"Want to tell me now?" he asked worriedly.

"No, not now. Later. And I don't want Sharon aware of anything until after she's gone to bed either." I added still sounding mysterious about it, which I was sure concerned him even further though it couldn't be helped.

"Well, ok," he acknowledged, leaving it be for the moment.

The rest of the evening was spent somewhat quietly, which I was more than grateful for. Though periodically receiving worried concerned looks from my daughter during the course of the evening. Once, when Robert had gone out to the kitchen to pour himself another glass of wine, Sharon had caught my attention.

"You're going to tell him aren't you?" she said.

"I have to. He's my husband...your father." I told her. "I can't live with this being a secret," I then added. "But don't worry...we'll deal with it I assured her. "We'll work through it...together."

It was a short time later that Sharon announced she was tired, and asked her father if he wouldn't mind carrying her up to bed. After telling her goodnight myself, again kissing her trying to give her some assurance that all would be well between us, he then did so.

When Robert failed to return within a reasonably expected amount of time, I knew then that Sharon had decided to talk to him herself, knowing full well it was my own intention to do so. I half thought about going upstairs, now fidgeting, worried thoughts almost paralyzing me as to what they were discussing, talking about as Sharon no doubt told her father everything we had done. I kept waiting for the explosion, the sound of a slammed door, the angry shocked look on his face when he came back down the stairs.

It seemed like an eternity, like time had stopped before I finally did hear the door, though it had opened and closed softly, almost too softly in fact.

I sat in my chair facing the stairs, my heart had stopped beating, or so it felt anyway. I looked up expectantly, waiting to see him descend, expecting to see the angry look on his face that I had prepared myself for. Moments later I heard, and then saw him as he began to come down. He smiled at me however, shocking me as he did so.

"She's asleep," he said easily, not at all what I'd expected to hear, and sat waiting for the other shoe to drop. "And yes...she told me everything," he then said taking his own chair across from me. "And I know it was your intention in doing so before she did," he also added. "But she knew you were going to do that, and take the blame for everything that happened yourself, so she told me about it before you did, and she told me in very explicit detail everything...from start to finish."

"And?"

"And what?" he said. "I think right now, we all need a good night's sleep. I told her that tomorrow, the three of us would sit down and discuss it further. I think at the moment, that's all that really needs to be said about it." Robert then surprised me by standing up, taking my hand and kissing me warmly, affectionately. "So...what's say we turn in and get some sleep. I think tomorrows going to be an interesting day."

It was somewhere towards the middle of the night. I woke feeling the press of Robert's hard stiff cock against my ass, his hand already cupping, kneading and tweaking my aroused nipple, which had become so even before I had awoke sensing that it was.

"Rob..."

"Shh," he whispered against my neck. "We'll talk...tomorrow. But right now, I need you," he told me. Which was music to my ears, as more than anything at that moment, I needed hearing him say that.

I was surprised to find myself already lubricated as he slipped inside me, the feel of his long thick cock spearing my cunt, and then lodging itself deeply, unmoving for several long moments. We fucked almost wordlessly afterwards, for a very, very long time, until I felt his cock lurch, spurting his hot semen deeply inside me, triggering my own climax when he did.

We fell asleep, still coupled together, and though his prick had at some point slipped out of me during the night, I had long since fallen asleep before it had, waking only when the sunlight came through the window alerting me to the new day as we lay still affectionately resting against one another.

I had gone downstairs to start the coffee. Robert going down the hall to see if Sharon was up yet, and wanted to be carried down. I knew as I stood watching the coffee drip into the pot that we would at some point be having that chat, that discussion that my husband had alluded to. And though we had obviously come together affectionately and reassuringly so during the night, it was still with a bit of intrepidation that I stood there, not waiting for the coffee to finish being made, though that's what I am sure I was trying to make myself think. But what I was doing, was waiting to hear the sound of Robert bringing Sharon downstairs, and then the inevitable discussion we would soon have.

When I finally did hear Robert's footsteps coming down stairs, I exited the kitchen heading towards the living room. He met me there, though it was obvious Sharon hadn't come down with him.

"She still asleep? Or wanting to?" I asked, almost feeling relief that she may be.

"No, she's awake...and wanting to see you, us..." he quickly amended.

"Now?" I asked feeling the knot in my stomach at realizing the "discussion" I still felt myself dreading was only moments away.

"Yes, now. No sense putting things off, and I agree with her on that," he told me, though his brief smile told me that I was perhaps fretting over it a bit more than necessary. "Don't worry, everything's ok."

I slowly followed Robert up the stairs towards our daughter's bedroom, knocking before we entered hearing her telling us to come in. Robert then held the door as I did, seeing Sharon still lying between the sheets.

"Morning mother," she said smiling at me.

"Good morning honey," I responded almost automatically, though feeling a rather surrealistic atmosphere about all this as I did.

"Obviously you know daddy and I already talked," she informed me, to which I glanced towards my husband, seeing him again smile, nodding his head.

"Yes, and I guess that means that you and..." I never finished my thought as I turned back to face her, seeing then as Sharon casually tossed the sheet away from herself. She was naked beneath it, save for the casts on her legs.

"And he also knows, that I still want to continue," she now added, shocking me into momentary silence. "But it was also my suggestion, and admission, that to do so without his approval, and without his knowledge wasn't right, or without yours either," she then added.

Once again I turned to face my husband, speechless as I did so, looking at him. "I don't have a problem with it," he said almost quietly. "And yes...we did talk about it, and afterwards, I understood how and why that it happened, and that it was an erotic experience for the both of you."

"For all of us..." Sharon now said including her father, once again drawing my attention towards her. "If you're ok with that too," she now added. "But I'm not going to sit here and pretend otherwise, not anymore," she now confessed. "Especially now, after having actually been with you mom...and that I so very much want to be with you again...now in fact."

Her obvious invitation towards me had made that clear enough, but I certainly hadn't expected it either. Nor had I expected it to be likewise directed at my husband...her father either. I stood looking at her, immediately feeling the same want and desire I'd known and felt the day before. There was no denying it, no pretending to stand there and convince myself that I didn't either.

"No one can ever know about this if we do," I then said. "If we do this, if we allow this to happen between us, it must stay that way...just between us, no matter what the future brings, or when it brings it, or when you eventually find someone and marry them. When that time comes, which it will, then all this...whatever we do, for however as long as we permit it to continue. It must end then and there, and never be spoken of or brought up again."

Sharon was grinning, as was Robert. "We already discussed and agreed on that," he said.

"You did?"

"Yeah, we did," he told me, and then walked over, undoing the sash on my robe revealing my nakedness beneath it.

"You too daddy!" Sharon spoke as she now scooted herself back against the headboard, and then pointing towards the bed. "Come on, I think it's only fitting now that I watch the two of you fuck..." she said saying the one word that still surprised me hearing her say it. Though in doing so, I then knew she was very much aroused and excited upon hearing it, not to mention seeing Robert as he likewise removed his own robe, showing the hard stiff massive erection he now sported. "And besides...there's something else I want to do, especially after seeing it in the movie we watched yesterday," she now added.

"Movie? What movie?" Robert asked as the two of us crawled into the bed.

"Obviously, there's a few minor details she didn't mention," I now commented.

"Obviously," Robert said eyeing his daughter. "Anything else I should know about that you haven't told me?" He then asked.

"How about...we show you instead," Sharon grinned. And I knew exactly which scene it was she was referring to when she said it, already placing myself in position, as Sharon went on. "Ok, now you dad, kneel between mom's legs, yeah...that's right, just like that, except don't do anything, that's MY job!"

Somehow she had managed it, even with her casts on, now lying crossways between us. I had propped myself up as well, just enough to see what she was doing, let alone feel it as she did. Taking her father's cock in hand, placing the hard swollen purple tip of it against my clit, and then simultaneously licking us both as she did so.

"Which movie was it?" Robert asked. "Because we must have missed that one," he announced pleasurably as Sharon tickled his cock and my clit with her tongue at the same time.

"I'll show you later," Sharon told him. "It really was a good one too...and there's an even better scene in it that I'd like to see again too," she added.

"Oh? I don't remember another one," I said fighting to remain in control, though at the moment I was finding it very difficult to do that.

"Not surprised," Sharon grinned. "You'd just finished coming and had collapsed on the couch when I glanced over to see it," she stated. "That was the part when the two women were sucking his cock? And he came? And he was squirting his hot fuck juice everywhere while they both fought over it? That one?"

"No...I definitely don't remember seeing that," I assured her. "But I'm sure your father wouldn't mind seeing it, or experiencing that himself now would you?"

Robert's answer came in the form of a hot juicy squirt that Sharon continued to pump out, directing it at my clit as she did so, still licking me, causing my own very intense orgasm to begin seconds later. It was only one of many that the three of us would experience together throughout the course of the day, not to mention the following day too.

And yes, Robert got to see his movie, and after we had done so, we repeated everything we had done all over again. And we also watched the one where the two women shared a double dildo together. And though we didn't have one of those at the time, we did make do with what we did have, amongst other things.

We've also made a list of all the things we want to pick up and add to our "naughty collection", but even more importantly, we're looking forward to Sharon finally getting her casts off. It's been a bit of a challenge for us all with them on, but we're almost grateful in a weird way, that she broke them in the first place.​