Incest/Taboo Katie Loves Her Mom

Ryan's trial was set to begin Tuesday. He left the day before, but took the shuttle to the airport so I could watch Katie's team play, and win, the conference championship. Afterwards Coach took the girls out for pizza, inviting the parents to tag along. While eating she discreetly approached me, "After we're done we're having a seniors-only meeting at my home. If possible, I'd like you to join us."

"I'd love to, but I first need to go to Federal Express and ship some boxes to my husband."

"That's fine, you know where I live."

I arrived at her home about an hour later. Cars were parked around the yard. I knocked and when no one answered, let myself in. The foyer was empty. I heard a sound from the first room on the left and peeked in. Cheyenne was on a couch, her powerful legs locked around Andrea's head. Neither girl was vaguely aware I was there.

In the next room Principal Jones was exchanging long leisurely kisses with twin girls from the team. The girls were brunettes and although not built as powerfully as Cheyenne, were big-boned and rangy. Their breasts were large and round, featuring wide brown areolas and dark brown nipples. The principal's breasts were small, pert and firm. Her pale skin contracted nicely with the darker hue of the girls. She noticed me.

"I'm providing the requisite supervision. What you want is upstairs."

The top of the stairs provided an overlook of the backyard. I saw another ten girls or so in various stages of undress. There was a buzz between my legs that was becoming an increasing distraction.

It was then that I heard a happy squeal from a room down the hall. It was Katie.

I followed the noise to a bedroom and found my daughter. She was laying naked on a bed, her limbs tied to the bed posts. Her pungent odor and the way her vagina glistened in the sunlight left no doubt how strongly aroused she was. Coach, wearing only socks, a baseball cap, and pins through her small breasts, was surveying my bound child. Katie opened her eyes when I stepped on a loose board.

"Hey, Mama!"

Coach glanced at me. She was non-plussed. "Glad you could make it Lois. Care to join us?"

If two weeks ago you had asked me how I'd answer such a question, I'd have told you I would've grabbed my daughter and run; but who was I kidding? I had known, but not admitted to myself, that this was the reality of her life. On top of that, helpless and tied to the bed my daughter's curvy sexy helpless body was irresistible. I nodded yes and climbed on board, running my tongue along Katie's labia, scooping up some of her plentiful juice. My little girl was some turned-on.

The bed shifted. Coach was moving towards me, licking her lips. Our mouths met a few inches above Katie's pussy in a series of tentative exploratory kisses. Coach's strong hand wrapped around the back of my head, holding me firmly in place. Her tongue forced itself into my mouth. Her abrupt attack at first startled me, but her tongue soon mastered mine. I steadied myself with my hands and pressed my face to hers. I was completely lost in the moment when my daughter interrupted.

"Uh, guys?"

Coach broke the kiss. I was panting. We looked at Katie, the two of us disoriented by our sudden explosion of passion.

"I'm glad to see you two getting together, and watching you guys is really hot, but there's a bodacious eighteen year old blonde tied to this bed who needs her pussy eaten."

Coach issued instructions. "Lois, you take her clit; I'll get her cunt."

Coach rammed several fingers inside Katie and licked her pink pussy lips. I swiped my tongue around and over her clit. Katie soon was bucking underneath us, moaning hard.

"Mom, Coach, lick me, lick me, I'm so close. Oh god, lick me, it feels so good."

I rolled back the hood of her clitoris and flicked my tongue against the hard happy bud. At the same time I captured her pert hard nipples between my fingers. Coach had buried her strong tongue inside my daughter and was attacking her cunt's inner walls. The powerful odor of Katie's sex redoubled, filling my nostrils. Katie grunted and gyrated, straining against the ropes binding her to the bed. Her body shook and quivered. She was close, so close, and then she suddenly jerked, yanking against the ties. Juice bubbled from her snatch and poured down her thighs as she shouted, "DAMN, OH DAMN, KEEP IT UP, YEAH, YEAH, I'M CUMMING, AIEEEEEEEEEEE....."

Katie flopped violently on the bed. As she did Coach rolled the heel of her hand back and forth over Katie's clit, bringing her a series of rapid-fire follow-up orgasms. As she came and came Katie thrashed and twisted, her muscles straining as she bucked against the straps, until eyes half-closed, lazy with sex, she sank into the bed and said simply, "Enough."

It was only then I noticed the Principal, the two girls she'd been with, and several others standing in the doorway.

One of the twins said, "I want to be tied up next."

Principal Jones disagreed. "We have a guest. She gets first choice. Lois, would you like to be tied to the bed."

Bondage was not among the games Ryan and I played. Now I wondered why not. With a tremor in my and voice before anyone could interrupt I said, "Yes, yes, I would."

Word spread around the house and several more girls hurried into the room. The ladies stripped me naked, strapped my hands and feet to the bed. As I pulled on the restraints, testing their strength, the twins walked to either side of the bed and teased my nipples with their tongues. I closed my eyes basking in the sensation. Sparks leapt from my nipples, filling my bosoms. I was squirming in delight when they stopped. What happened? Why? They were really starting to get to me. I looked around, confused.

Coach winked. "The one who's tied up, with her we take our time."

All the girls but the team's second baseman left. She, a sweet tiny Asian girl, crawled onto the bed and lay next to me. Her breasts, like her slim body, were small, but capped with large brown nipples. She took a second to study me.

"My name is Rose. I think you're pretty."

She kissed my lips, exploring their contours.

"When you're at a game I can't keep my eyes off you. Between innings, in the dug out, I stare at you, imagining you naked in my bed. Coach has to remind me to keep my head in the game."

She kissed me again. This time she was more aggressive, her tongue sweeping along my lips. I opened my mouth, wanting her inside, but she resumed her monologue.

"I get jealous of Katie. I wonder if she ever sees you naked. Then I figure when you don't think you'll get caught, you must peek at Katie. When you do, do you get all turned-on? I mean, I know she's your kid and all that, but she's some hot piece of ass. "

She buried her face in my neck, nibbling along its crook, reaching my ear, licking it in long smooth motions. She explored the turns and crevices of my ear flap. My cunt was on fire. I instinctively raised my hands, wanting to drag her closer, but my wrists pulled tight against the leather straps. My cunt quivered.

Rose seemed oblivious to my mounting need. "But I'm not jealous of Katie any more. I got you all to myself."

She got on top of me, pinning my body to the bed. She took my chin in her hand -- her slender fingers were surprisingly strong -- and angled my face towards hers. Her tongue entered my willing mouth, visiting every corner and cavity, then running along the inside of my lips. When I tried to wrap my arms around her the restraints snapped my arms back into place. I felt a sharp burst in my vagina. I strained against the leather straps, futilely trying to break them. My helplessness left me even more aroused.

Rose buried her face in my neck, sucking hard on my flesh, then she kissed me, her tongue moving unhurriedly against mine. When she pulled away my tongue jumped from my mouth, yearning to re-establish contact.

She smiled, got off the bed, walked to my purse, and removed my make-up mirror.

"Look what I did."

The mirror showed a big hickey on my neck.

She started towards the door. "See you later."

"No, I need you, please come back."

"Don't worry, you haven't seen the last of me." And she was gone.

Jesus Christ, was I aroused. I wanted to scream, to beg her to come back, but decided not to give her the satisfaction. I lay back down and tried to relax. A few moments, however, seemed like forever. Time crawled by. There were happy moans throughout the house. Was I the only unattended woman there?

Another girl entered the room. She was the starting right fielder, a thin fleet-footed small-busted light-skinned black woman. Her hair was cut short. She looked at me. Her stare was near contemptuous, her voice placid and calm.

"Hi Kate's Mommie. My name's Vanessa. I have a confession. I love to seduce older woman, especially woman like you, white woman of privilege. I like listening to them beg my little ol' black ass to eat their pussies. I bet I've been with a few friends of yours.

"Another confession, sometimes in the outfield we vote on who's the hottest Mom. You always win."

I said nothing. I was confused, frightened, and turned-on. She pulled up a chair and ran a dirty fingernail over the curve of my breasts. They responded instantly, turning deep red in color. My nipples hardened. A sharp, "Ooooooohhhhhh..........," confirmed the effect she was having on me.

"I'm a wee bit flat chested. Maybe I'm jealous, but I've always liked your tits, nice and round. Not as big as Katie's, but big enough. Let's see how they taste."

She ovaled her lips around my areola and flicked the nipple with her tongue. I squirmed, my initial reticence forgotten, "Ohhh god, do it again."

She didn't. Instead she got up and walked to the other side of the bed. Her pace was slow; she was making a point, she didn't need to hurry. Once there she pressed my nipples into my breasts and watched them bounce back while my tits jiggled. I reached for her, but was stopped by the tethers fastening me to the bed. The restraints sent a shock wave through my groin.

She smiled. "You liked that, didn't you."

Trying to keep my voice calm, I said, "Yes."

Her smirk showed my pretense was transparent; she knew how desperate I was.

"Well, maybe if you do me, I'll do you some more."

She got on the bed and lowered her chest towards my face. I wanted to stay calm, to wait, but she was slow, oh so slow. Her areolas were dark, far darker than the rest of her, and large, covering most of her breasts. My resolve collapsed. I jerked my head up, stretching my tongue to its limit, the tip fluttering, waiting, yearning, reaching for her hard distended nipple. She ran a hand through my hair and pushed my head back, and then, with a malicious smile, lowered her breast to my hungry mouth. I'd like to say I was subtle and careful, but no, I was frantic. I took entirety of her breast into my mouth. My lips gnawed on its outer flesh, I licked and sucked the areolas, and my tongue lashed her jet black nipples.

She pulled it from my mouth and lowered the other. As she did she said, her tone mocking, "You are a hungry little girl, aren't you." I attacked the second breast with as much need as I had the first. Although I was intensely working her breast with my mouth I seemed to be getting no reaction from her. Were my hectic efforts to please her having any effect? Then, out of nowhere, she exhaled a thin breath of air and issued a slow low moan, almost a purr. My pussy spasmed.

I sucked even harder, but she pulled away. I raised my head, trying to recapture her breast, but failed. Damn it, I wasn't done. I wanted more. I needed more.

She lay on the bed next to me and placed her hands on the outside of my breasts, just holding them, as if assessing them. She pushed them together and teased the nipples with her thumbs. She ran her thumbs from my nipples to the edge of my areolas, and then reversed course. She pressed her thumbs directly onto the nipples, pushing them into my breasts and moving them in wide circles. Her index fingers joined her thumbs, catching and rolling my nipples between them. I was a guinea pig in an experiment in which Vanessa was cataloging my reaction to various stimuli and I loved it, I wanted more. My breasts swelled; my breathing intensified; I tried to egg Vanessa on with compliments.

"Oh, I like it, it feels so good, honey play with my boobies."

Vanessa covered my breasts with her hands. Serenely, slowly, smoothly, she squeezed them. Sweet sensations swept my body. She gauged my responses perfectly, increasing the intensity of her hands in sync with my growing arousal.

I had shut my eyes and was aware of her next move only when I felt a quick swipe of her tongue across a breast. She held my breasts in her hands, squeezing and kneading them, while exploring my flushed hot titties with her mouth. In a house in which the air was redolent with the odor of overheated pussies, mine, I was sure, stood out.

After covering my breasts with sweet kisses she straddled me and leaned forward. I kissed her, tasting my tit flesh on her tongue. I wanted to kiss her longer, to let it go on and on, but she broke contact. "Mrs. Stepton, I can see where Katie got her fine tasting tits."

She returned to my breasts, pushing my left breast forward and, starting at the bottom, dragged her tongue hard around its edges, across the top, and then stopping just short of my nipple. I groaned in frustration. If she intended to torture an already overheated woman, she was succeeding. I squirmed, ravenous with need.

She smiled and pushed my breasts together, drawing circles around the areolas with her tongue, then sucked them into her mouth and licked my nipples. She trapped the nipples between her lips, rolled them back and forth, and occasionally swiping the tips with her tongue. Finally, she licked hard, enjoying the way my breasts bounced in response. I was whimpering in delight, making no effort to disguise my urgent need. I ground my cunt against her leg: I needed her mouth between my legs; I needed to cum. Then I felt it, her hand walking towards my crotch, across my stomach, around my belly button, heading for my pussy. My pussy lips swelled in anticipation. I needed to cum

Then she stood up.

"Mrs. Stepton, thank you. You do have the loveliest titties."

She started to the door. I had not begged Rose to stay, but my steaming cunt had burned my pride away. Pulling on the restraints, I said, "Vanessa, please please please please please please, my pussy. Please play with my pussy! Please eat me."

"No, that is for someone else."

"Please untie me! Let me play with myself."

"Mrs. Stepton, that'd be against the rules."

She left.

I pulled on the leather straps; I needed to escape, but my helplessness only turned me on more. I squeezed my legs together and rubbed my cunt with my thighs, but that only pushed me to a higher state of arousal.

I was so focused on my cunt that I didn't hear two sets of footsteps approaching in the hallway and was surprised when Cheyenne and Andrea entered the room. The contrast between these young women was striking, one a powerful six foot plus tall black girl and the other thin pale red-head, at least half a foot shorter than her friend.

The ever upbeat Andrea greeted me, "Hey Mrs. S!"

Cheyenne was more circumspect. She walked to me slowly, the grace and strength of her stride and evident intelligence of her eyes imparting gravitas to her movements. She looked at me. Tied to the bed I was helpless; this powerful young woman could do anything she wanted. My eyes locked on hers; I couldn't break her gaze. My pussy twitched.

Andrea came up and stood next to her lover, placing a hand on her ass. Cheyenne leaned down and kissed her, their tongues playing together in Andrea's mouth. When done Cheyenne, wordlessly, got on the bed. She straddled my head and, facing my feet, lowered her vagina to my face. It's scent was powerful, intense, primitive, overwhelming.

Andrea, watched her friend with reverence. "Katie's been bragging about your talented mouth. And no one is telling Cheyenne she can't go first."

Cheyenne held herself an inch above me. Drops of juice plunked onto my face and rolled down my cheeks. I wasn't sure what she wanted, but was sure I didn't want to displease her. At the same time my burning lust was a runaway train, something I couldn't control. With a high pitched yelp I lifted my head and buried it in her sex, coating my face and filling my nostrils with her juice, hoping I could give her what she wanted.

Cheyenne said, "Oh yeah....," and sat down, driving my head into the bed.

Cheyenne was in complete control as I hungrily ate her pussy. She was not gentle. She moved her sex against my face, directing me to where she wanted to be licked and sucked. I savored her clittie, perineum, vulva, and, when she shoved her hips down, pushing her pussy against my lips, I gulped down her intoxicating juice while snaking my tongue inside her, probing, roaming, reveling in her sweet tart flow. My tongue ached but I kept going, desperate to please this emissary from Olympus.

Andrea's soft hands roamed across my belly and along my thighs. I yearned for her to push a hand into my cunt.

I kept gnawing at Cheyenne's sex. Her body trembled and she started to moan. I must have been doing something right; I was close to drowning in her flow. Finally, Cheyenne spoke. "Katie was right, you have a talented mouth." I couldn't see what was happening, but Andrea must have pouted, for Cheyenne quickly added, "Don't worry baby, no one's as good as you." She then returned her attention to me, "Tongue fuck me."

I rammed my tongue in and out of her cunt over and over. My tongue was going numb and I was losing muscle control, but I went on. Cheyenne must have sensed that I was closing in on exhaustion, for she pulled her pussy from my mouth and slid her labia over my face, fucking herself on my nose and chin. Her cunt was the only thing I could see, taste, touch, hear. I was it's plaything.

As I went on Cheyenne started grunting, the powerful bursts emanating from deep within her solar plexus. Juice was pouring from her in quantities I would have thought impossible. My own sex was on fire. I had known Andrea since she had been a little girl. She had always been a sweet girl, a good girl, a girl you didn't have to ask twice to do something. If I asked her, if I begged her, would she eat my oh so fucking damn hot pussy?

Cheyenne centered her clit on my mouth. I heard Andrea, "Suck her clittie, Mrs. S."

I wrapped my lips around the button and pulled it in my mouth, whipping it with my aching tongue. Cheyenne rocked her crotch into my face. The mattress bounced up and down and the impact on my face bordered on the painful. I tried to reach her thighs to slow her down, but the leather straps stopped me. Her grunts became increasingly deep and powerful, she was close to coming. I kept going, wanting to push her over the edge, and then she disappeared. I jerked up in search of her pussy, but was still secured to the mattress.

She had stepped off the bed. Andrea fell to her knees and locked her face to Cheyenne's cunt, licking avidly. Her tiny white hands clutched Cheyenne's dark magnificent ass. I felt insane jealously and frustration. I wanted to bring this goddess off. Me damn it, not Andrea.

I watched as Cheyenne's grunts matched, and then surpassed, the power and intensity of those I had elicited from her. She held Andrea's head in her large hands, driving her sex into her lover's mouth. I pulled my hands as hard as I could in a pointless effort to snap the straps tethering me to the bad, desperate to bury my hand in my cunt.

Cheyenne, legs spread, leaned against a chest of drawers, surrendering herself to her devoted young lover. "Good baby, good, good, no one is as good as you baby, Uunnhh..., uuunnnhhh......., baby, baby, uuuunnnnhhhhhh.............., baby, baby, baby, uuuuunnnnnhhhhhh................., UUUUUNNNNNHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

The power of Cheyenne's orgasm shook the room. Sweat poured down her muscular back. And then my phone rang. It was Ryan's ring tone. Cheyenne, despite what appeared to me to be an orgasm of mind-blowing intensity, seemed to instantly recover. She fished my phone, which was no longer ringing, from my purse and handed it to Andrea.

Andrea pressed a few keys. "The call was from Katie's Dad. We better let her know."

They left the room without acknowledging me. I whimpered, but if they heard me they showed no reaction. The only thing that kept me from screaming, "Would someone EAT MY PUSSY!" was the pointlessness of doing so.

I was not alone long. In a few moments it seemed everyone had crowded into the bedroom. My eyes feasted on their sweet young bodies. Maybe one of them would bring me off. Katie, carrying the phone, entered last. She engaged the phone's speaker and played the following message: "Honey, I'm pulling up to the hotel now. We're going to dinner in about as hour. I'm so fucking horny. I can't get the images of Katie out of my mind. Please call."

The girls cheered.

When they finished Katie said to me. "Mom, I'll call Daddy back and hold the phone to your ear. You let him know it's okay, that you can't stop thinking about me either. You're a social worker, comfort him, but tell him you're ready for phone sex and that you want to use both hands so you 're going to put him on speaker."

She punched in Ryan's number and held the phone to my ear.

"Hey honey, I got your message," I said

"Hey babe, I was just about to start. Do you think I've lost my mind?"

"No hun, I'm stripping as we speak. Do you mind if I put you on speaker."

"No, go ahead."

Katie switched on the speaker; the room would hear the call. My cunt was creaming.

"I've had the same obsession, I can't get the image of our daughter," I might as well be explicit, "sucking Trevor's cock out of my head. My fucking cunt's on fire. Stroke your cock. I'm gonna keep you on speaker and use both hands."

"That's great; my dick is so hard."

"Remember how Katie licked Trevor's dick. She must have swallowed five inches. Imagine her beautiful face on your cock."

Ryan said, "Jeez, babe don't do that to me," but his deep breathing didn't waver.

"It's okay honey, it's okay. Imagine she's sucking your cock, licking it, working her cheeks hard, trying to suck the cum from your balls while she's frigs your dick."

Then there was a tongue on my clit. I shuddered and let out a deep moan. It was Andrea. Damn it felt good. Cheyenne was right, Andrea knew how to eat pussy. I glanced around the room, the girls were staring at me, listening to the phone call. Every pussy had a hand in it.

"Oh babe, are you as turned on as me? Fuck, my dick is so hard."

"It's okay honey. Think about it, now she takes one of your balls in her mouth, gently sucking on it, balancing it on her tongue."

Andrea licked my clit and I let out another long low sensual moan before returning to the story. "Your testicle still in her mouth, Katie looks up at you. At first all you see are her beautiful blue eyes but then you notice her face, filled with love and lust and need for you."

Andrea sucked my clit into her mouth, attacking it with the tip of her tongue. I groaned, "Unnnnhhhh," and struggled to complete the incestuous story. "You see how much Katie wants this. Unnnnhhhhhh.... She loves sucking your fat cock, your big fat cock, her Daddy's wonderful fat dick. She loves the taste of your swollen testicles. She, unhhh, unnhhhhh, wants to drink your cum, your cum, your fucking sweet cum, boiling cum, boiling fucking cum inside your cock. Let her honey, let, oh fuck, give her your cum, sweet honey of god, shitfuck, cum in her mouth babe, fuck I'm cumming."

My mind exploded and my body convulsed. Each time my hands and legs were snapped back in place by the ties my orgasm reignited, exploding upward. I hollered, my voice echoing in the room, "OHHHH SHIT, SO GOOOOD!!!"

I heard my husband on the other end. "MEE TOOO, OHH GOD, FUCK, ANHHHH!"

The room emptied out, the girls hurrying off to extinguish the fires my performance had lit. Only Coach, Principal Jones, and Katie remained.

Ryan, who was still on the phone, spoke first. "Jeez babe, that was amazing. Sorry, I've got to run. I've got to clean myself up and get to a dinner meeting." Then his voice turned serious. Katie switched off the speaker and held the phone to my head so only I could hear. He said, "Honey, is all this okay?"

"Yes love, I've done some research and thought about it. I'm convinced it is. But I understand your concern. We'll talk more later." He said good night. Katie disconnected the line.

Principal Jones stood on her toes, turned to my taller daughter, and said said, "It looks like we've made a good start on getting our girl laid." She kissed Katie on her lips before moving down and locking her mouth on Katie's breasts, sucking on them with the devotion of a well-cared for baby. Coach untied me and slid four strong calloused fingers into my cunt. With her other hand she pulled the skin above my clitoris taut. A tongue that seemed as strong as her fingers trapped and rolled my clitoris against my body. I came almost instantly, bellowing with a savagery brought on by my hours of frustration. Coach then swung around, centering her bushy cunt on my face and we made sweet love to each other. While she and I ate each other to repeated orgasms I heard Katie and Principal Jones groaning through a series of climaxes on the floor.
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Ryan called late that night, troubled by his new-found lust for his daughter. Playing the social worker, I assured him it was okay, that I felt the same way. He seemed, if not satisfied, at least comforted. When he called back again the next evening he confessed that his desire for Katie had been on his mind all day.

My voice sympathetic, I said, "Honey, take off your clothes."

His tone was a little sheepish, "Babe. They're already off."

"Great. Tonight, while Katie and I ate dinner, I imagined the three of us laying naked in bed, you were between Katie and I. We were running our hands on your magnificent tool, feeling it harden. I kissed you while Katie took your shaft in her hand, smearing a drop of a pre-cum over the head with her thumb."

Unlike the previous evening Ryan raised no objection, he was already lost in the fantasy. I could hear him masturbating. "Unh, unh, unh...."

I continued. "You turn to Katie and kiss her. You run your tongue across her lips, exploring their fullness. When you begin a second pass you find them slightly ajar. Katie's tongue pokes out, just the tip. You touch it, find its softness irresistible. Katie pushes your head back into the pillow and her tongue enters your mouth. It's a careful sweet visitor; it roves all over, behind you lips, across the roof of your mouth to your cheeks, then your teeth, and then joyfully plays with your tongue."

Ryan was turned on; he was already close, real close. It was time to up the ante and add a little lesbian action. "When I sit up for a better view Katie feels the movement and pulls back. You watch Katie bring her face to mine and push her tongue into my mouth."

"Fuck, Lois, unnhhhhhm, I'm cummmming."

My husband wallowed in post-orgasmic pleasure. It took some time for him to say, "So, I'm not sure I understand. You're attracted to Katie? I mean sexually."

"Yes dear, I thought I told you that."

"What do you mean? When?"

"Well, I told you I was as turned when we watched she and Trevor. I certainly didn't mean Trevor. You're still the only man for me."

I know its impossible, but I still think I heard him smile over the phone.

We chatted. Ryan's questions about my bi-sexuality began dispassionately, but grew increasingly prurient. Soon I was describing my explicit fantasies about our daughter's sweet body and Ryan brought himself off again as I recounted my desire to watch him fuck Katie and then suck his cum from her snatch. My husband, I am sure, slept soundly that night. After I retrieved my vibrator from the bed side table, I did so also.
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Ryan called the next night. Katie and I were in the tub. His first question was the expected.

"Lois, were you shooting straight with me last night? Does Katie really turn you on?"

"Yes honey, she does. You and I've talked about it; you know I had a few girl-on-girl experiences in college."

"But, y'know, she's our daughter."

"Honey, the reason there's a taboo against incest is because people are attracted to relatives, not because they're indifferent to them. And let's admit it, our daughter is not only gorgeous, she's a wonderful person. If we were eighteen again you'd ask her out and I'd want her for a friend. What we are feeling right now is perfectly natural." I paused, my voice dropping a notch, "Are you hard?"

"Like a tree truck."

"Not a bad description for the thing between your legs. Take it in your hands. Imagine Katie waiting for you in bed."

"Babe, I'm not sure."

"Let me worry about that. It's okay. Imagine that the three of us us -- you, Katie, and I -- talked about it, we decided its fine. You're nervous, but when you walk into the bedroom you see not only lust in her eyes, you see love in her eyes. She wants you to be the first, she wants you to initiate her. This is not something she wants to give to a random boy, this is something she wants to share with you, her wonderful Daddy."

His breathing flattened and I could hear the muffled sound of his exertion. I imagined his hand flashing up and down his lovely tool. My hand had started towards my cunt, but Katie slid her foot between my legs and touched my clit. "Mmmmmmhhhhh...."

Ryan heard. "Jesus babe, is this turning you on as much as it is me?"

"Yes, hun, maybe more," then Katie stroked my clittie again, "AHHHHHHHHHHH."

Katie worked my cunt and I kept talking to her father. "You kiss her eyes, her nose, her chin. You nuzzle her ears, her neck, her shoulders. 'You know Daddy loves you?' you ask, reassuring both her and yourself. She responds, her voice soft and full of affection, 'Yes Daddy, I do. I've wanted this for so long.'"

I could hear his bed move. Guttural sounds erupted from his chest. I wanted to push him over the edge but Katie's toes were interfering with my ability to concentrate on the story. She pushed her big toe into my pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhm ohhhhh," I moaned, and then gave her a long hard look. She smiled, but she let up.

I resumed the fantasy. "Your gaze wanders down to her breasts, Katie's big fat beautiful breasts. You think about the times you've admired them, moments shot through with a twinge of guilt. But you feel no guilt now; you're both adults, you both want this. You kiss her nipples. Although they were already erect, you feel then stiffen further. 'Oh Daddy,' she murmurs, 'I've dreamed of this.' She pulls your head to her other breast. You kiss it, feel it swell against your lips and tongue."

I had prepared a longer version of this story, but the sounds on the telephone made it clear I'd never get there. Ryan was about to blow.

"Can you feel her fat tits in your mouth, honey?"

"Unnnh, unnnhhhh, uuuuunnnnhhhhhhhhh."

"Are you licking your daughter's hot sweet tits? Are they good as you imagined?"

"Yes, oh god yes, unnnuuuuunnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Oh baby, can you smell her sweet body, her hot pussy?"

He came. "UUUUNNNNHHHHHHH, OH GOD, FUCK KATIE, UNNHHHHHHHHHH."

It took awhile, but his orgasmic growl receded, replaced by hard short breaths. After a short break, he said, "Babe, I came so hard.' After another moment, he said, "Sorry I can't talk longer, got to meet with the lawyers."

"That's fine hun, I'll finish what we started." Katie was reaching for the double-headed dildo as I hung up the phone.
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I was in bed when the phone rang three hours later. Katie was sitting naked in a chair painting her toenails a pastel green.

"Hey, babe, my dick is like iron. Where were we?"

"Is it out, honey?" I asked.

"Yes."

"While you were at dinner I stayed in bed naked the entire time, bringing myself off over and over again with my fingers. Did you think about me? Was that beautiful thing between your legs hard?"

"Jeez babe," he answered, "I was so turned-on I can barely remember what we talked about."

"Good honey. A girl likes to know she's missed. When you left I was describing how you were kissing your daughter's sweet breasts. When you did she moaned in delight and her fat titties heated up. You licked her rosy red nipples once, then again, harder. Her breasts were firmer than you imagined. You had forgotten how heavy a young woman's breasts are. You buried your face in her cleavage and pulled her boobs together, feeling their warmth against the sides of your head. You flicked your tongue from nipple to nipple.

"Her hands replace yours, pushing her tits together. You take the left areola in your mouth, sucking it while whipping your tongue across her nipple. You roll the nipple of her other breast between your index and middle fingers."

Ryan moaned. Katie was now watching me; her toenails forgotten.

"But she wants more. Her voice, near plaintive, she asks, 'Daddy, I want you inside me.' You've wondered if you'll be ready for this moment. Your daughter wants you, the daughter you love and cherish. She wants you to fuck her, to be her first. Whatever happens in her future, you know she'll never have a lover who cares for her as much as you.

"Your mouth leaves her breasts. You kiss her stomach, then her belly button, sinking your tongue in it. Your daughter responds with a sharp inhalation of breath and a soft giggle. She is still ticklish for her daddy."

Ryan was getting louder, his grunts becoming shorter and more intense.

"Finally your journey ends; you arrive at Katie's pussy. It's soaking wet and thick with the scent of her arousal. Her clit is swollen; it's emerged from its hood and is standing naked and at full attention for you. You never should have doubted her desire for you. You kiss her clitoris once, gently. Her entire body shakes. She says, her voice insistent, 'Please, Daddy, put it in me.'"

"Ohhhhhhhh...yessssssss...." Ryan exclaimed over the telephone. He was cumming.

Katie got off the chair and crawled into bed with me. As we waited for him to recover, Katie and I exchanged short provocative kisses, promising more to come. Finally we heard Ryan's voice. "Babe, tell me again why this is normal."

"Ryan, your daughter's a beautiful sexy woman, you've noticed, I've noticed, you've noticed your friends noticing; she's noticed. She's in full control of her sexuality. She dictated what happened between her and Trevor and she's been unambiguous about expressing herself at home; the way she's been dressing lately is not an accident. She's aware of the effect she's having on us; she is making her sexuality part of our lives. We've been treating her like what she was, a little girl. I'm suggesting we treat her like what she is, a sexually mature woman free to make her own choices."

Then I, abruptly, changed the subject. "Now I need your help. My cunt is burning. Talk me through a sexual fantasy with her."

He needed no time to spin a story; this is where his mind had been the last few days.

"Okay, you walk into the room just after I kiss Katie's clit. Seeing us together, seeing the way Katie's body responds to me, you smile. You know what she's feeling. Katie opens her eyes and sees you. 'Mama, please join us,' she says. You strip, get on the bed, and kiss her lips."

As her Daddy talked, Katie crouched between my legs and stroked my clit with one of her nipples. She knew how close I was to coming, but was going to take her time. She wanted to hear her daddy's story.

He continued. "I run my tongue the length of her labia and then turn to its lips, licking and sucking them into my mouth. I look up. You and Katie are kissing, not deeply and passionately, but short playful kisses. You are also playing with each other's breasts, lightly touching and stroking. Your faces are aglow with love and affection and joy. It's as if you can't believe this moment has come.

"I turn my focus back to Katie's clit and lick it hard, once. Her head flops back and she lets out a sharp moan, 'Unhhh.' I do it again to the same reaction. I go back to lolly pop licks, starting at the bottom, but, when I reach her clit, I curl my tongue over it, drawing out and lengthening the friction. Katie grunts and takes firm hold of her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. I spread her legs and tongue fuck her. You lay next to her and play with your own breasts, enjoying the show."

Katie, listening to her father, attacked my oozing pussy exactly as Ryan was describing over the phone. She ran her tongue up my slit, spread my pussy lips, and tongue fucked me. I stroked the back of her head and watched her eat my pussy. Katie's hands traipsed up my body and squeezed my boobs, rolling my hard nipples with her fingers.

I moaned to Ryan, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, hell, honey, keep it up, this is so fucking hot."

He went on. "You prop Katie's head on a pillow. She opens her eyes, but has trouble focusing, her concentration swept aside by what I'm doing between her legs.

"You lower a breast to her mouth. She caresses it with her lips and then sucks it into her mouth, capturing your nipple with her lips, licking the tip with her tongue. You substitute your other breast. I continue to work her pussy with my mouth and as she becomes more aroused she becomes more aggressive, bumping and butting your nipples with her tongue.

"Her pussy is spouting cream. I push my index finger into her cunt, finding the ridges of her g-spot. I insert the thumb of my other hand in your wet cunt and my pinkie into your anus. You push against my hand and start rotating your bottom."

Katie, listening to her father, shoved her index finger inside me, honing in on my g-spot. She pushed her pinky, lubricated with my pussy juice, into my anus. "OOOOOOHHHHH GAWD," I squealed.

Ryan went on, his voice intense. "I catch Katie's clitoris between my lips, draw it from its hood, and lick its tip in sharp short motions. Katie sucks your tits with the desperation of a hungry infant. I finger fuck your pussy and asshole."

Katie sucked my clit into her mouth and battered it with her tongue. I was so close. I begged Ryan to continue. "Oh please, please don't stop, oh baby I'm going to cum for you! Just a little more."

Ryan did not disappoint. "While I fingerfuck you, Katie humps my face, pushing her pussy into my mouth. She spits out your tit and pulls your head to hers, kissing her dear Mommy. Her tongue jerks wildy around your mouth. Then her head lolls back and she screams as she is consumed by her orgasm."

That was what I needed. Blinding lights pulsed in my skull and I screamed, "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh my God, Hunnnnnnnnneeey!!!"

While I recovered Katie lay next to me and cradled me in her arms. I rested my leg across her thighs. As if distant, I heard Ryan's voice, "Are you okay?"

My voice drained, I answered. "Yeah hun, you just wiped me out. That was amazing."

"I know what you mean, I'm even hard again."

"Do you want me to talk you through another?"

"Yes, but no. I need to testify tomorrow and I'm afraid we'll be at this all night. At this point I have more than enough Katie fantasies bouncing around my skull to bring myself off. Honey, are we completely sexualizing our daughter?"

"No, we're not, we're understanding that our daughter is a sexual being."

He hung up the phone. Katie, my pussy juice still smeared on her face, kissed me on the lips. She and I went at it for several more hours.
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* * * *​

Ryan called me late the next evening. He sounded exhausted.

"How'd it go in court today?"

"Long day, I was under cross-examination for six hours. The client seems happy. Tomorrow is closing argument. The client wants me to hang to show the jury how devoted I am to the cause. He thinks the jury liked me. My plane should land about 5:00."

"Katie wants to pick you up."

"Great. Any particular reason?"

"Yes, she and I had that talk today."

"And."

I adopted a clinical tone. "Well, I hope you're ready for this. She's had a number of boyfriends with whom she's engaged in mutual masturbation and oral sex, but she said she's not had intercourse.

"She's also bisexual. She's been with more women then men. It's fairly common among teenage girls today. They're not tied to a single sexual identity like we were. It's also safer; there is no fear of pregnancy or disease and the girls get to experiment with friends they trust and not guys who are going to brag about who they nailed."

Ryan was silent. I dropped the clinician act. "There's also something else. She knows that we, you and I, are attracted to her. In fact, she's been experimenting with it, seeing how we react. I tried to deny it, but honey she saw us watching her and Trevor. She said it turned her on."

There was dead silence on his end.

"There's more. She complained that none of her experiences are as delicious as what she hears when you and I make love. She wants to join us. She told me I was the most beautiful, most desirable woman she knows, how hot her friends think I am, how she's always wanted me as her lover. Then she said the same about you, how much you turn her on, how she always dreamed that you'd be the first man to enter her. Honey, were her models. She wants what we have; she wants to join us in our bed."

I stopped, waiting for a response. It took a second, but he said, "Babe, what did you do?"

"I took her in my arms and held her. Think how difficult the confession was for her. She broke deeply held taboos; she handed me her entire emotional and sexual life. And, to be honest, there was something else. I was turned on. When she turned her face to me I kissed her and felt her tongue caressing my lips. I opened my mouth to let it inside. I was ready to make love to her, but stopped. I told her I'd have to talk to you about it, that I hadn't kissed another man, or woman, since we married. I treated it as a fidelity issue so she wouldn't feel rejected."

I listened carefully. I needed to read his tone. He responded with a father's concern, but also a touch of curiosity, and arousal. It was what I wanted to hear. "What do you think?"

"Well, honey, we have two options. Decide she's crazy and institutionalize her or decide she's not and accept her offer. And I don't think she's crazy. However, I'm not at all sure I'm objective. If I'm honest with myself I've got to admit that part of me wants her in our bed. I've always been loyal to our marriage, but I don't see Katie as cheating; she is part of our marriage, maybe the most important part."

I imagined the look on Ryan's face as his powerful intellect processed my unexpected response.

Finally he said, "I mean, won't this harm her?"

"There is no way to be sure. She's not an innocent; she's already had a broad range of sexual experiences. We would not be introducing her to anything new or planting new thoughts. We're talking about allowing her to live a fantasy she's had for years and which she has shown considerable courage in telling me. Maybe we'll take our clothes off, burst out laughing, and consign this all to an experience best never had. When I weigh the possibilities, I think we'd do more harm by pretending its not real."

"I need to think about this. Tell her I'll see her at the airport tomorrow."​