Incest/Taboo My Sexy Family

While we chatted about what sort of work she was looking for, the waitress brought us our drinks and asked if we were ready to order. We hadn't looked at the menu but we had been there often enough that we pretty much knew what we liked. I glanced at the menu as she went around the table and when she came to me I ordered a steak; rib-eye medium-well.

When I had finished ordering I looked up to see that Mom had removed her jacket. I was shocked, just staring at her.

The dress she wore covered her shoulders completely and went down her arms a few inches, like a short-sleeved sort of thing. But the neckline of the dress fell almost parallel on either side of her neck as it plunged down across her chest, exposed a huge expanses of both of her big pale breasts, as well as showing off several inches of her flat stomach, before ending at a horizontal strip of fabric, the V of the neckline not ending in a point at all.

It was the sexiest fucking dress I had ever seen Mom wear and, despite the fact it was my mother, I couldn't help picturing my cock slipping up and down her chest, squeezed tight in the soft valley between her big tits. My cock hardened and throbbed in my jeans at the thought.

Thing is, I didn't see her from head on. She sat beside Karen to my left so I could clearly see how her tits pushed the material away from her body. This allowed me to see the bottom of her left breast, the flesh pale and creamy, and more of her upper chest and flat stomach.

After Dad got up and headed for the restroom, Allyson commented, "Nice dress, Mom!" She had noticeably relaxed when she realized that our parents weren't planning on confronting us about fucking each other; at least, not yet.

I pretended to study the baseball game playing on the television up in the corner of the room. Most restaurants in DeRidder had televisions playing as you ate. Still, I listened very intently to the conversation and stole many forbidden glances at my mother's cleavage.

Mom told her, "I would never wear it around the twins, but your father thought I should break it out of storage, now that you are all grown up. You notice he didn't protest too much about what you wore last night. I think you coming back home safe and sound made a big impression on him."

Did that mean that Dad was the one that saw us? Mom certainly didn't act like she knew anything. Of course, the recent revelations that they were swingers, both liked to drink and swear, and that Mom had such sexy outfits stashed away in her closet told me that they were both pretty good actors.

"Think so?" Allyson asked.

Mom nodded and said, "You're an adult now. I think you're father realizes that; I know I do. Just remember that also means you are responsible for your own actions."

"So, I can wear whatever I want to?" she asked.

Mom nodded.

"Swear too?" she asked tentatively.

Mom rolled her eyes, sighed, and said, "I suppose so."

"Drink and smoke?" she asked with a giggle, knowing the answer.

"Fuck no!" Dad said, having returned from the bathroom.

Everyone laughed at that. We all know she wasn't serious. She hated smoking and the sips of Karen's Pina Colada were about as much alcohol as our parents were going to allow before she was twenty-one.

He continued, "Your brother and sister can drink if they want to but I don't want any tobacco anywhere around my house! That shit'll kill ya!"

We all got a good laugh at that. We knew damn good and well how Dad felt about tobacco of any kind, whether it be cigarettes, cigars, dip, or chew, he wasn't having it. He also had no truck with drugs but we knew better than to even joke about that.

"Joe, can I talk to you for a minute?" Mom asked.

The girls had gone to their rooms to change while Dad had sat on the couch and turned the television on loud. We were in the kitchen, within sight of Dad. I said, "Sure."

She sat at the little kitchen table and looked up at me. She said, "You have really grown into a handsome man."

Oh God, here it came. I just knew she was about to lay into me about fucking my sisters. I just knew it. "Thanks, Mom," I replied, sitting in the chair to her left, my right knee brushing her left knee. I tried not to look at her cleavage, her big tits pushing the material tight.

"I hate that Lily broke your heart like she did. I thought she was a nice girl," she said.

"I did too," I said with a sigh. I didn't know where she was going with this. I tried to look into her eyes, trying to not let her notice how hard it was to avoid looking at the exposed valley between her breasts.

"I worry about you kids because, you know, now Rick broke Karen's heart," she said with a frown. "You two have had such a rough time of it."

I nodded. It was definitely true.

"Your father and I have discussed how we don't want Allyson to have to go through the same thing," she told me. "So, we want her to stay home with us. If she moves away like you two did-. Well, we want to protect her. We figure that you needed to get away from your parents, as any teen does, to feel independent. We want Allyson to be able to have that feeling without moving away. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I think so," I replied.

"That is why your dad wants you to look out for her so much." She hesitated and then took a deep breath before adding, "I see that you've also taking it upon yourself to look out for Karen and, while I love to see my children grow close, I want you to realize that you don't have to do everything your sisters tell you."

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to act completely dumb. I felt the blood rushing from my face as I realized that Mom must have seen us. She knew. It was possible that Dad put some cautionary thoughts in her head but she seemed a little too nervous to be oblivious to what I had been doing with my sisters.

"Shit! I mean that just because you father asks you to look after your sisters, neither of them are the boss of you," she told me.

"Yeah?" I asked, not really caring where she was going but wanting to get out of the conversation as quickly as possible. It had taken a strange turn and I just wanted to get away.

"Yes!" she said emphatically. "Just because Karen is your older sister, you don't have to do what she wants. If she asks you to do something that you know is wrong, you are allowed to say 'no'!"

That tore it. She definitely knew. She blamed Karen. She was looking for confirmation from me of who the instigator was in our sexual escapades. I decided to tell her the truth about Karen. I said, "Karen hasn't asked me to do anything wrong."

Mom brow wrinkled in concern, or was it disbelief. She asked, "No? Really?"

Standing up for Karen but trying not admit to anything, I said, "Karen has not been very demanding at all. I plan to help her look for a job, but that's my idea."

My mother was taken aback a bit by my response. The concern did not leave her face as she asked, "Well, then, Allyson-?"

"No," I quickly replied. If she was looking for a scapegoat, she was looking at him. I would take a bullet for either of my sisters, so I wasn't going to allow Mom to know that Allyson was the original aggressor. I said, "Dad asked me to look out for her but she's been so good to me right back. I love both of my sisters and they aren't asking me to do anything I don't want to do." Whoa, that was about as close as I dared dance on the edge of danger. I did not want to admit to anything, though I was sure we both knew what was going on.

Her eyebrows raised as she looked me up and down.

I had to deflect this and get out of this conversation. So, before she could say anything, I added, "Dad asked me to look after you too." I knew I stared at her chest a little more than just a glance in that moment. The act of saying that aloud forced me to imagine my hard cock sliding between her big tits.

"Me?" she asked, her hand coming to her chest in shock, but also covering her cleavage a bit from my prying eyes.

I smiled at her. I did have her on the defensive. I said, "Yeah. So, I'll keep in mind that I'm allowed to say 'no' to you. Right? If you ask me to do something wrong, I should say 'no'?"

Mom looked flustered. She glanced around and, with no one in earshot, she said, "No! I mean, yes! I mean, what are you talking about?"

I shrugged, relaxing a bit that maybe I had deflected her sufficiently. I said, "You started this conversation. What are you talking about?"

Allyson bounced into the kitchen and asked, "What are ya'll talking about?"

Mom looked startled. She stood up and said, "Just wondering when you had to be at work tomorrow."

My mother's cleavage rose to eye level to me. I couldn't help but stare. The skin of her breasts, and the valley between, was pale and looked so soft. It was surprisingly devoid of wrinkles, despite her age. The little freckles decorating the flesh only gave them little details that I longed to touch. My cock lurched in my jeans as I, again, imagined what it might feel like to have those tits surrounding my prick.

As Karen's twins ran into the living room and sat beside Dad, Allyson said, "I don't have to be at work until three tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh good," she said as she walked toward her bedroom. "Then Joe can take you to work."

Confused, Allyson replied, "Yeah, like every day." Then to me she asked, "What's with her?"

"She knows," I whispered as I stood up.

The next evening, Monday night, I got up at ten o'clock to use the bathroom. On weekdays I have to be to work at 5 in the morning, so I try to get to bed around 8 or 9 the night before. That night I had actually gotten to bed at 7:30, the work day having me shoveling asphalt around for several hours and really tiring me out.

I knew the twins were in bed, so I tried to be very quiet. As I went to slip back into my room the television program in the living room that my dad was watching went silent for a second as it went to commercial. In the silent moment I heard my dad say two words in the middle of a sentence that drew my attention. I heard him say, "... Joe takes..."

My ears perked up at that and, as the commercial began, I snuck down the hall, close enough to hear but not rounding the corner to be seen. Who was Dad talking to and how did it involve me? I figured it was probably a normal conversation with Mom, but I was still curious, given recent events.

I was quick enough in drawing near to the corner that I heard Allyson's reply. She said, "Yes, Joe takes really good care of me. He is the best big brother in the whole world." Allyson worked late, as usual, and they must have just gotten home from Dad picking her up.

Dad replied, "That's good to hear. I am glad you two are so close. Now, I want you to know, Honey, that even though you've graduated from high school, we don't expect you to move out."

"No?"

"No! We want you to feel that you have everything you need right here, in the family. That, and the freedom we spoke about yesterday."

"Wearing and swearing, but no drinking and smoking. I remember."

Dad chuckled at that and said, "Yes, that's right."

"What sort of swearing?"

"You're an adult now, but I'd like you to tone it down if we have company, okay?"

"So, as long as it's just us at home, I can say 'damn'?"

He laughed and said, "You say any damn thing you want to."

"'Shit'?"

"Sure."

"The f word?" she asked, unable to say it out loud to her father.

"What 'fuck'? Sure. You can even say 'cunt' if you want, as long as you aren't directing it at your mother or your sister."

Allyson chuckled nervously and said, "So, I can say 'fuck' if I want to."

"You're an adult. We don't want you to feel restricted so that you start looking for somewhere else to live. We love having you here, Ally, as long as you want to stay. So, we want to make it comfortable for you. Does that make sense?"

"Sure, I guess so."

"Now, I wanted to talk to you about Joe."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. See, I know he has done a great job at taking care of your needs, but I'm also here for you."

"What do you mean?" Allyson asked nervously but I heard a curious lilt in her voice that I recognized. Damn, I knew instantly that she had the hots for Dad. I knew she had envisioned him watching at the door masturbating as he watched us fuck and that had turned her own. And now, him saying that he could take care of her needs I was sure had her imagination running wild.

"I mean, like how he sometimes takes you to work and I, usually, pick you up."

"Oh," she replied, sounding disappointed.

"So, if there's anything else you need, all you have to do is ask."

"Anything?" she said, the curiosity back in her voice.

"I'm very proud of you, you know. I've seen a real change in you over the last couple of weeks."

"Oh?" she asked.

"Yes. Since you started working you have really matured a lot. I am forced to face the fact that my little girl has really grown in to a beautiful woman."

"Oh, Daddy."

"Well, it's true. I mean, look at you." After a brief pause he continued, "So, that brings me to what I wanted to talk to you about. Once you work for another couple weeks, I think maybe you and I should take a little trip down to the bank and, maybe with a little contribution from your mother and me, see what sort of car you might be able to afford."

"Could we? Oh Daddy, that would be so awesome. Wow! Have I told you lately that I think you are the best Daddy in the world fucking world?" she told him boldly.

I stood silently in the hallway but I didn't hear anything. Then, during a lull in the television program I caught their reflecting in the black television screen. My little sister was sitting on Dad's lap and she was kissing him and hugging him. I distinctly saw my Dad's hands on his little girl's back and thigh as she sat there and showered him with affection.

I found myself a little jealous of her calling Dad that but I also knew that she was testing her new-found freedom. I also knew how turned on she had been over the possibility of Dad watching her, so I shouldn't have been surprised. It was pretty ironic that if I had not felt so close to my sister I might have really gotten upset. No, I knew her well enough, loved her enough, and knew she loved me enough that I wasn't threatened by Dad. Besides, maybe she could find out if for sure if it was only Mom that had seen us and, somehow, smooth things over for all of us.

The next afternoon, Tuesday afternoon, we were all in the house, but for Allyson, who was still at work. I took my shower before supper, having worked a hard day and getting the day's dirt off me was a top priority. It had been a really hot day and I had gotten really dirty at work. It was about five-thirty. Mom had food cooking, Dad and Karen were watching the news and the kids were in their room, playing.

As I got out of the shower, dried off, and pulled my robe on I found myself thinking about Mom. If she had been at the door watching us, like I thought, what must that have looked like? Her probing questions had told that she had seen us. She had not come right out and said it though. It seemed to me that she thought Allyson or Karen had started it and were manipulating me. Boldly I had dissuaded her of that and put myself in the roll of aggressor. That, of course, put all the heat on me. I hoped I could say the right thing when the time came to keep our family together.

As I pushed the door open to my bedroom I was surprised to find my mother there. She was dressed in white shorts that showed off her long beautiful legs, recently tanned. She also wore a white tank top that clung tightly to her body, stretching tight across her big tits and leaving little to the imagination. I could feel my cock instantly rising at the sight and I tried to hide it by saying, "Mom? What are you doing in my room?"

"Just gathering your dirty clothes, Joe," she said, gesturing to the clothes basket on the floor which was half full with my jeans, tee shirts, and a dress shirt or two. As she leaned toward me she bent low to pick up a pair of socks at me feet from off my floor. I suddenly could see down her shirt, through the steep valley between her tits and across her stomach. Her face was just inches from my crotch.

I stepped back and secured my robe closed a bit more, leaning forward so my hard cock didn't sneak out from between the folds. I said, "You don't have to do that."

She smiled up at me as she took the socks from off the floor and tossed them into the basket, and said, "Oh, but I enjoy it. I like looking after you. You have done such a good job with your sisters that I think it's time someone looked after you for a change."

Now, I was certain that she was the one at the door and she knew exactly how I had taken care of my sisters. But, though she was saying something so suggestive, there was no way I was going to assume she wanted to do anything sexual with me right there. Especially since the door was open and the house was full.

Still, I couldn't help how hard my cock became as she stood up, turned around, and crawled up onto my bed. Her knees pressed into the comforter as she reached over the other side of the bed to pull something from the floor. I could plainly see her ass, the shorts pulled tight across the shapely contours. The backs of her legs were firm and bore no cellulite as another woman her age might. In reaching down as she did I could see her crotch, my own mother's pussy, pressing firmly against the material of her shorts, the outlines of her slit and mound clearly defined.

My mind raced with forbidden thoughts of pulling her shorts down over her firm ass and slipping my prick deep into her wet cunt. I wondered how it would feel. How tight would she be? How wet? Would she fuck me back?

She lifted herself up on one arm and looked over her shoulder at me. She gave me a beautiful smile and in that moment she was the sexiest woman I had ever known. I knew she was my own mother, but that only made the image that much sexier.

She said, "You don't need this," as she held up, in her other hand, my roll of toilet paper I kept hidden beside my bed.

Some guys may use tissue but a little tissue would never hold my load. I needed a nice wad to toilet paper. Besides, it was flushable. I must have blushed, because my face became very hot and I felt a little faint. I was embarrassed by her discovery though I was, at the same time, turned on like crazy by her insinuations. My cock throbbed with desire as I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.

Mom slowly turned around on all fours in the bed. As she tossed the roll of toilet paper in the basket, I looked down her shirt again. I could see most of her pale tit flesh between her big breasts.

Dad shouted from the living room, "I think something's burning!"

"I'll be right there!" Mom shouted back as she stood up and retrieved the basket from the floor. Then, softly, she said to me as she walked past me and out the door, "Sure is hot in here, don't you think?"

She left me with the impression that she really wanted me but I was so hesitant and, frankly, scared to say anything that might be the wrong thing. What if I were wrong about her motivations? Could it all be innocent? No, she knew. But, was she testing me? She was definitely teasing me. God, what was I going to do? The issue was not going away like we had hoped.

The next afternoon I got off early to help Karen look for a job. It was one in the afternoon and the sun was beating down on her car as I drove it to her next appointment. She had an interview with the manager of the Rue 21 in town.

"When does school start?" I asked her as I passed the park and then turned left into the Park Terrace plaza.

"In three weeks," she replied. "Rick wants them for the next two weeks. He picked them up this morning. He promised to have them call me every night. Also, he promised to bring them to the park for the birthday party."

I smiled at her as I parked the car in front of Rue 21. I said, "Well, that's something, I suppose."

She nodded somberly as she said, "Wish me luck."

"Good luck!"

As I watched her go, I admired the way her ass looking in that dress. She had eschewed her usual sundress for a tighter more tailored look. The skirt was pretty short but she was definitely in style. I hoped they appreciated that because I sure did.

As I listened to the radio and waited for my older sister, I got to thinking about all that had happened. I loved my family and, even though everything was changing, I wasn't upset. I was excited and turned on. I found my sisters and even my mother so sexy. My main worry was Dad. He had asked me to look after everyone and here I was sticking my dick into as many of them as possible. I was taking care of their sexual needs as well as everything else. I knew that was not what he had in mind when he had asked me to look after them and I felt sure he would kill me if he knew. If Mom knew, which I was pretty sure she did, how was it possible that Dad wouldn't find out? That is, assuming she hadn't already told him.

Karen came out of the store with a sour look in her face. She got into the car and buckled up. She said, "Let's go."

"What did they say?" I asked as I cranked up her car and backed it out of the parking spot.

"They said they would call me," she replied.

"Well, I would have hired you on the spot!" I told her.

"Oh yeah?" she asked with a grin, her mood lightening. "And why is that?"

As I drove through the parking lot I said, "Well, first of all, you looked damn hot; very fashionable."

"Yeah?"

I nodded and asked, "Which way?"

"Right! What else?"

I said, "Well, secondly, you're really smart."

She laughed. "Not smart enough to avoid getting pregnant in high school and marrying an asshole, but go on."

I chuckled at that. "Hey, we all make mistakes," I told her. "I didn't exactly make out great in Houston with Lily."

"No," she conceded. "I guess you and I have had a bit of a rough time."

I nodded.

"So, who do you think saw us? Any idea?" she asked. Then she said, "Turn right."

I turned onto School Street and headed into a residential area. Of course, any area off the highway was primarily residential. I said, "Mom saw us."

"How do you know?"

"Well, stuff she said about me not doing what you girls tell me to do made me think she was nosing around trying to figure out who started it."

"What did you tell her?"

"Something like, 'I do what I want.' I made it sound like it was all me from the start, but without admitting to anything," I told her. "Anyway, yesterday I came out of the shower and she was in my room picking up my clothes."

"So?"

"Well, she never does that. Then there was the way she was dressed, in that tank top and shorts," I told her.

"The trailer was pretty warm yesterday."

"Yeah, but she was bending over and stuff."

"Picking up your clothes?"

I didn't want to tell her about the toilet paper, so I just said, "Well, it really seemed like she was flirting with me."

"Are you sure it wasn't just your imagination?"

"I don't know," I said doubtfully. I had been so sure at the time, but at that moment I was not sure about anything.

"Well, you had better not touch Mom unless you are totally fucking sure because, if it's all in your head and you assume she's flirting with you but she's not, well, that could get ugly really fast!" Karen told me. "Keep going straight."

"Okay. Yeah, I suppose you're right. I haven't done anything inappropriate or admitted to anything. So, you think it's Dad?" I asked.

She nodded and said, "All that stuff about treating us like adults is pretty suspicious, but he and I were talking yesterday and he told me that he wanted me to rely less on you and more on him. It sure felt like he was hitting on me. He was rubbing my arm and he hugged me really close. I got pretty turned on, actually."

I decided to tell her what I had seen. I wanted to know what she made of it. I said, "I heard Allyson testing Dad out on her swearing and he let her tell him that she thought he was the 'best Daddy in the whole fucking world.' Of course, that was after he told her that he was going to help her get a car, but she was on his lap and kissing him."

Karen said, "I heard about the car. I think Allyson has the hots for Dad but I think his behavior shows that he's the one that saw us. Pull over here and stop."

"It could just be a coincidence. Why am I stopping here?" I asked, as I pulled off in to a little deserted area bordered on one side by some trees and the other side by an empty field. It was a seldom-used road I had never been on.

Karen unbuckled her seatbelt and said matter-of-factly, "I don't think it's a coincidence, and we're stopping here so I can fuck you, Joe. Is that okay?"

I laughed at that. She was so casual about it. That was my sister. No drama. No romance. Just, come on bro, this is what we're going to do right now. I said, "I think I can handle that."

"Oh, I know you can handle it," she said with a smile as she reached for my jeans and pulled the zipper down. "The question is, how much work am I going to have to do before we can get started?" As she wrapped her warm fingers around my hard hot cock she said, "Damn, you're hard already."

"I'm always hard," I said, still chuckling through the lust.

"I think you are," she agreed as she yanked my dick out into the sunlight and released it.

The head of my cock shown faintly red as did the shaft, I had not come in quite a while and was almost constantly hard. We both watched my prick bob and pulse as it waved back and forth, protruding obscenely from my groin through the opening in my jeans. It felt so good for my dick to be freed of its confirms and able to fill out fully. I pushed the seat back and reclined it a bit.

"Fuck, it looks so big," Karen sighed with rising passion. She rose onto her left knee, kicked her right leg over mine, and knelt astride me. With one hand she lifted her skirt so her legs could spread wide enough and with the other she tugged her panties aside.

I looked up into her pretty eyes, her long black hair falling to either side of her face. I got a wicked smile on my lips as the taboo thoughts raced through me. Once again, I realized, I was going to fuck my older sister. I also realized that it was the first time without Allyson, just her and me.

Karen lowered her body down, tilting her hips back and forth until she managed to line up the head of my cock with the opening to her cunt. Slowly but deliberately, she sank down around me, engulfing my prick in the wet warmth of her fuck hole. As she nestled her clean-shaven pussy down against my pubic hair, my dick completely inside of her body, she groaned, "That's what I need!"

"Yeah?" I sighed, pleasuring swirling through my head. I asked, "You like sitting on your little brother's cock?"

She looked at me and, for a moment, I thought I had killed the mood. Then I saw the lust in her eyes. She grinned a wicked little grin and said, "My little brother is not that little anymore, is he? God, I love fucking you, Joe." With that she rose up a few inches and eased back down, sliding her pussy sexily against my sensitive cock. Slowly and seductively she asked me, "Do you like your sister's cunt sliding up and down your big dick?"

"God yes," I gasped as she slowly, almost teasingly, fucked me. My hands cupped her ass as I let her fuck me at her own pace. I knew the slower she went the longer I would be able to last anyway. It had been a while since I had come.

A car drove past us on the road, not even slowing, as I released her ass and slid my hands up her body to cup my sister's big tits through her dress. Her breasts were soft beneath her outfit and confined by her bra. I caressed the exposed flesh at her neckline with my fingers as she rocked her body back and forth, slithering my cock in and out of the wet confines of her hot cunt.

"Fucking my own brother," she murmured, more to herself than to me. "I never knew it could be so good. I feel so wicked and sexy doing this, don't you?"

I nodded as I groaned in pleasure, the feelings building inside of me quickly. I glanced off into the woods, trying to concentrate on something other than the feeling of her pussy lips dragging up and down the sides of my sensitive shaft. It was no use; I was seconds away from coming.

She must have realized that I was close as she suddenly began pounding her body down against mine with all of her might. She fucked me hard and fast, the seat springs squeaking in protest as she drove herself quickly toward orgasm. She grunted with the effort as she slapped down against me over and over again.

"I'm coming," I groaned, disappointed that I couldn't last longer.

"Yes," Karen whispered. "That's it! Come inside me, Joe! Fill your big sister's cunt with your cum!" she shouted, never slowing in her fucking of me.

My head swam with pleasure, the warm confines of the car and my orgasm suddenly so overwhelming that I thought I would pass out for a moment. I could feel my cock swell inside of her and the cum rush up my shaft. Jet after jet of my cream blasted up out of my prick and deep inside my sister, filling her with my cum.

Karen groaned and gasped with pleasure as her cunt clamped hard around my coming dick. She pressed her body down fully against me and buried her face against my neck and shoulder. Her breath was hot through my shirt as she breathed hard and fast for a moment and then her breathing suddenly slowed.

"You come?" I asked weakly as I felt my cum begin to run out of her cunt and coat my balls inside my pants.

She nodded as she sat up and kissed me on the lips.

The next afternoon, Thursday, after I had gotten home from work, I showered and changed clothes before taking Allyson to work. In the truck, as I turned onto highway 171, she said, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too," I replied.

"I'm so tired of this laying low. I want to get back to the way things were, you know?" she complained.

"I know, Honey. We just need to be sure we're in the clear first. I'd hate to get caught a second time, you know?" I told her.

"Yeah, I know," she said dejectedly.

"I'm pretty sure that Mom is the one that saw us."

She laughed and said, "I don't think so. It was definitely Dad."

"Karen thinks so too. Why do you think it's Dad?" I asked. "I heard you and Dad the other night in the living room. It didn't seem like he knew anything."

"What? You heard us?" she asked incredulously. "I thought you were in bed."

"I had gotten up," I told her.

"So then you know what I mean."

I glanced at her confused. I said, "No."

She furrowed her brow at me and asked, "You said that you heard us. What did you hear?"

"Well," I told her, "I heard you two discussing swearing in the house. Then I heard Dad tell you that he'd help you buy a car. Then I saw you sit on his lap, in the reflection of the tv."

She nodded and asked, "So, what did you see or hear after that?"

I stopped at the red light a few blocks from the restaurant, where the highway divides. I looked at her and said, "Nothing. I went to bed. Why? Did something else happen?"

Allyson burst into laughter and said, "Yeah, I'll say!"

"Oh?" I prompted.

*** Allyson's Story***

I love my daddy. I always have. He has been so good to me and I just knew he was the one that had seen me at the door that night, rocking my slender body back against my brother's, slamming my little pussy back against him and devouring his long thick cock into my tight little cunt over and over. The memory of that is seared into my brain as the greatest night of my life.

Of course, having Daddy watching me from the doorway was a bit of a shock at first but since he didn't get mad, I assumed he was okay with it. In fact, the thought got my pussy dripping so much that it seemed that fucking my daddy was all I could think about.

So, when I found myself having a conversation with him about getting me a new car, I was so overcome with gratitude that I ended up in a very common position, sitting on top of his lap and hugging him. I did that a lot with Joe but it wasn't unheard of for me to do it with my daddy too.

I had been pretty rebellious in high school so the lap sitting had lessened but recent events had calmed me down quite a lot. I was really happy with Joe and Karen. I was happy with my parents for letting me wear what I wanted and talk however I wanted. So, when Daddy said that he'd help me get a car, I nearly came in my jeans.

As I peppered him with kisses and squeezed him with hugs I felt that familiar feeling under my ass. Sitting on Joe's lap so often, trying to turn him on, had really made me keenly aware of exactly what I was feeling with my butt. My puss creamed into my panties when I felt that.

Daddy was in his slacks, having not changed since getting home from work hours earlier. So, the thin material of his pants as well as the thin material of my work uniform, was like no barrier at all compared to having to feel Joe through one or two layers of denim. No, there was no doubt about it; Daddy was hard.

I couldn't tell if his rod was bigger or smaller than Joe's, but there was definitely something there under my ass. "Oh Daddy, you are so good to me," I whispered.

"I love you, Sweetheart," he told me matter-of-factly.

The feel of his hand on my back and his other hand on my thigh, only inches from my puss, was such a turn-on. They were warm and strong. I yearned to feel him touch me; caress me; press one of his fingers deep inside of me. I hugged him and whispered my reply, "I love you too, Daddy."

The television blared the news behind me as I scooted my ass back a bit onto his left thigh and reached down between my legs to his crotch. It was a bold move but I figured, if he got upset, I could just play it off as curiosity. My fingers dropped between his thighs and ran back up to my right, feeling the bulge in his slacks, the lower part soft against my fingers, his balls, and the higher part like a rock. I still couldn't tell the size and girth of it but, as I lifted my right thigh to give myself room and squeezed the bulge with my fingers, I knew it was of a good size and very hard.

"Do you have an erection, Daddy?" I asked, trying to keep it innocent and curious but not removing my hand from his crotch. By calling him out like that I was hoping to shock him while at the same time letting him know that I knew what was going on. I had learned a lot from my seduction of my brother and my sister.

His eyes grew wide with panic though I could see a glaze of lust over them as my fingers, though ostensibly probing curiously, caressed his constricted cock. He groaned and murmured, "I'm sorry, Sweetheart."

"It feels so big," I told him, trying to keep it light and conversational. I knew he could shove me off of his lap at any time, so complimenting him and making it all sound like innocent curiosity I hoped would let me get farther than another approach. Now, I was also confident that he was the one that saw me getting fucked by Joe, which made me even bolder. I mean, instead of stopping us he had stood at the door and stroked himself. So, in light of that, I was more determined than nervous.

However, to my surprise, Daddy said, "Whoa! Now that's enough!" He took my right wrist in his strong hand and pulled it up, away from his crotch.

Undeterred, I said, "But Daddy, doesn't it feel uncomfortable, all balled up like that? At least let me help you straighten it out." I knew quite a lot about men and their cocks as Joe and I had a long discussion one day about how it felt to have me sit on his lap. I knew it could be uncomfortable to be hard inside of constricted jeans. Though Daddy was wearing slacks, the fact that it was in a ball and not a long snake told me how uncomfortable it must be for him. I hoped to use that to my advantage.

As I took my free left hand, reached down, and tugged at his bulge trying to straighten it out through the material of his slacks, Daddy released my right wrist and said, "That's not necessary."

"I know," I said softly as I, using both hands, unzipped his slacks. I whispered, "Look, I'm sorry I sat on your lap and made you hard. At least, let me straighten it out."

Daddy held my shoulders with his hands but he didn't push me away, since that would have made me tumble to the floor as I was sitting sidesaddle on his knees. He whispered back, "No, stop that. Are you crazy?"

"But Daddy, I'm just trying to make you comfortable," I told him as I reached into the opening in his slacks and quickly fished out his hard cock.

It stood up hard and straight, a bit thinner than Joe's and about an inch shorter. I was surprised by that. If anything, I had expected it to be bigger than my brother's. I wasn't discouraged by that; quite the opposite, in fact. My brother's cock stretched my tight little pussy a little too much to start and he always hit the bottom of my fuckhole. It was too long for me to get it all in my mouth and I sometimes had trouble keeping my teeth off of it because it was so wide. Daddy's dick looked perfectly sized to me.

"Oh Daddy," I breathed. "Your cock is beautiful."

"This is wrong," he groaned. "You're my daughter."

"I'm just trying to make you feel comfortable," I whispered before I wrapped my fingers around the hard throbbing shaft and gently stroked it. "Doesn't that feel better than having it all balled up in your pants like that?"

"Of course, but- Oh, Sweetheart, stop this. What would your mother say?" he complained. "She's in the next room and everyone else is just down the hall."

I could sense his weakness and I knew I had him where I wanted him. After seducing Joe and Karen, my confidence was at an all-time high. I was completely fearless as I stroked his rod in my hand and said, "Oh, Daddy, everyone's asleep. Nobody can hear us over the television. Besides, I can see how much you like it."

"But, it's wrong," he complained, though I could see lust on his face as the pleasure from my hand clouded his judgment.

"Daddy, I just want to be as good to you as you are to me," I told him as, in one motion, I slid off his knees and onto the floor. I came to rest kneeling between his spread thighs, having never released his meaty stick from my grip.

He shook his head as he looked down at me and whispered, "You don't owe me anything, Sweetheart!"

"Well then, you'll just owe me that much more for taking care of your problem," I told him before dropping my face to his crotch and taking so much of his manhood into my mouth that I scratched my nose against the top of his zipper. I could feel the flaring head of his engorged member pressing against my throat and I loved it. I opened my throat as best I could, swallowing as much of his meat into me as possible.

Daddy groaned, his fingers lacing themselves into my short hair. I thrilled at his touch. His grip became firm despite him saying, "We really shouldn't be doing this!"

I slowly slurped my lips up his shaft, swirling my tongue around the head for a moment, before I lifted off him. His cock, glistening with my saliva was less than an inch from my lips as I whispered, "If you don't tell Mommy, I won't."

His grip in my hair unyielding, he pushed my head away from him another inch or two and groaned, "You had better not."

I knew I had him. I smiled at him as I tipped his dick down toward my mouth and, though I couldn't quite touch it with my lips, I extended my tongue and managed to slash it back and forth against the underside of his cock.

He groaned with pleasure and then, still gripping my hair tightly in his fists, he pulled me toward his lap. He slowly drove his cock up into my mouth, lifting his hips off the couch as he pressed my head down. He was completely in control.

I was thrilled but a little scared at the same time. Dad was never rough with me. His strength and passion frightened me despite the fact that I knew I had created it and was trying to fan it into a roaring flame.

The head of my daddy's cock nestled into my throat and I opened up as much as I could, letting him drive it all the way in. It was neither as long as Joe's, nor as thick, so it wasn't as difficult.

I hummed and coughed a bit around his dick but he held me there for a moment longer before slowly lowering his ass back to the couch. I gripped his manhood tightly between my lips as it slid out, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible.

Daddy groaned with passion and pleasure as he lifted my head from his dick. "This is so fucking wrong," he whispered, mostly to himself.

I swirled my tongue around the head of his hard stick. I replied, "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, too," he replied, hesitating for a moment.

I stroked his wet dick with my fist, slowly at first but then faster as I watched his eyes glaze over with lust. I didn't want him to stop. I could see he was on the edge of putting a stop to our encounter.

"If your mother ever found out-" he groaned through the pleasure my little fist was giving him.

"She won't," I replied with a smile. His hands in my hair prevented me from sucking his dick but my hands were free. I unbuckled his pants and unhooked them with one hand while I continued to stroke him with the other. Slacks were easier to handle than jeans. His meat felt so warm in my hand as I stroked him faster and faster.

"Shit, that feels good," he moaned in appreciation.

My little fist flashed up and down his prick with blinding speed. If he was going to hold me back from sucking his cock, I was still going to make him come. I could see that he was struggling with himself as to whether to let our encounter go on. He could bolt at any moment and my only leverage was the pleasure I was giving him. I knew that if I could make him come then our next encounter would be that much easier to initiate.

"Stop," he urged. "You're going to make me come like that."

I smiled to myself. I said, "Yeah, that's it. Give me that come Daddy! Come all over my face!" I didn't really know if he was the sort that liked that kind of thing but, hell, if he was going to hold my head in his hands like that then I was just telling him what was about to happen.

Daddy's eyes grew wide as the significance of my words sank in. I could tell by the lust on his face that shooting his come on my face was exactly what he wanted to do. I wasn't going to deny him.

"Give it to me, Daddy! Let me taste it on my lips! Come on my face!" I urged as I stroked him. His grip in my hair relaxed and I used the opportunity to lean forward and suck on the meaty spike. I coated him with my saliva and swirled my tongue around the flaring head.
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