Incest/Taboo Spit

Tide was going out, waves licking the legs of my chair, water warm. The sun, still below the horizon, charged the clouds with an amber glow.

I love dawn on the beach. Not many people around. I bring my coffee. In the off-season, I'll go naked, too many people now. I tilted my Panama down on my face and waited for the day.

She was walking, far away, but I could tell she was young, thin. Walked slow, looking for shells and checking out the sunrise. Closer now, she was eighteen, twenty maybe. Dancer thin, but swimmer strong, in the shoulders. Built like a boy, just a handful on top but round below, long brown hair, sun-kissed. Like my ex-wife. Why I kept looking at her, sideways, from under the hat. Cool.

A shadow? No, tattoo, a dragon, on her thigh, big. Shades of green and yellow, detailed, expensive. Wearing almost nothing, a bikini, yellow, three triangles with string, the back probably a thread. Looks good on her, very good.

Stops, almost in front of me. Checking me out. Why? I'm older, maybe twenty years. I'm in great shape, but no danger of being called a hunk. Turning, walking, closer, I lift my head, blink.

"Spit?"

She stands in front of my chair, the tiny swimsuit not seeming to bother her under the circumstances.

"Nobody calls me that."

"Cept me."

"Cept you."

"Why do you call me that?"

"Cause you're the spitting image of your mother."

Shifts her weight to one foot, makes her hip drop, one nipple almost free, not bothered.

"What are you doing here?"

I stick my fist in the air, pointing behind me with my thumb, "Live here."

She looks, two stories, all-glass front, almost two-thousand square feet, whistles, low.

"You're doin alright."

"Not mine."

"Rental? High season? Still..."

"Belongs to a friend. He lets me stay here. I do things for him."

"I remember. Same things you did back then?"

"Yeah, didn't think you knew."

"Didn't, mom told me."

"Yeah, I bet she did."

Time to change the subject.

"What are you doing here? You live in the middle of the country."

She waves her hand, back the way she came.

"Bunch of us rented a house, got in late last night. They're all crashed out."

The dragon seems to move when she flexes her hips. She's her mother, except the ink.

"That coffee?" Pointing to the thermos.

"Yeah."

"Share?"

"It's black, no sugar."

She picks up my cup, unscrews the jug, "Good, just the way I like it."

Sipping, she turns, facing the sea. Round, firm, tanned, the tiny string tight in the clench of her ass, making it tough to be her dad.

"You don't mind, do you?"

"Mind what?'

"The suit. I wasn't planning on meeting my father after ten years."

I lied.

"No, not a bit."

Mind? No. Tough though, to separate the daughter from the woman in front of me.

"You look good."

She bent over to check a shell. The string, in there, deep. Her lips snug and close, no hair. I couldn't help it. I moved to conceal my reaction. She straightened, turned, holding a shell.

"What's this called?'

I held it, turned it. Smooth, not damaged. "This is an Olive." Handing it back, our hands touching, paused, "This is a good beach for shells."

She put it on the arm of my chair, "You keep it for me, no pockets."

"Guess not."

Looking down the beach, "My friends are coming, gotta go."

Hands me my cup. Walking off slowly a few steps. Turns and shifts on one foot again, "Can I stop by? I wanna talk."

"Sure, just knock."

"I won't be interrupting anything?"

"No."

Dinner, Chicken Marsala, I made extra. I like the leftovers but...

A quiet knock.

"Come in Spit."

My daughter slips in the door. Sundress, short, very short. Fabric so thin it's only got one side, sandals, hair pulled back, no makeup, doesn't need it.

"How'd you know it was me?"

"My friends don't knock."

"Do I need to knock next time?"

I was just plating dinner.

"I can come back."

"Or you can join me. You eat yet?"

"No, and thanks."

As she moves with liquid grace, the fabric clings and releases her, showing no lines. Her scent is clean, smells of sun and sand. We eat in silence.

Forks down on clean plates, "You were expecting me."

"Oh?"

"You made enough for two. Did you know I'd come here tonight?"

"Know? More like hope."

"You got anything to drink or did you go all AA?"

"No, I was a guy trying to live a miserable life. I partied too much but never felt I had to drink. After you two left, I knocked it off. Rum in the cabinet, juices in the fridge. I think you can find the ice."

"Should I make two?"

"Please."

On the deck, chairs facing. We sip, I wait.

"Why didn't you ever write, call, try to contact me?"

"Wanna see them? The letters, the cards. I have them all."

She uncrosses her leg, the dim light from the kitchen on her upper thigh, showing me that I was right.

"You never sent them?"

"Returned, unopened, all of them."

She sits back, drinks, legs closed now, "She never told me, that bitch, never."

I had no answer.

She takes a long drink and sets the glass down. Leaning back, legs not quite tight, more thigh in the kitchen light.

"What happened?"

I lean back, "I think you know. I'm sure your mother told you."

Fire in the brown eyes, makes her look even more attractive, "Mom told me lots of things. A lot of them were lies. I don't live with her anymore. What happened?"

"We met in high school. We were exactly eighteen, virgins. We thought we were in love. Classic miscommunication. In one of our horny conversations, I thought she said she was on the pill. When the big day came, in my parent's bed, I didn't pull out. You know the feeling, first time, so amazing. After, she freaked, naturally. We decided to wait and see. You were already on the way."

She drinks again, the glass is empty, "another?"

"Sure."

She gets up, uncaring about being seen, takes my glass. The fabric clings to her firm ass as she walks away. Memories of her mother in a different time.

I watch her through the window, confident, already comfortable in my space, humming a tune.

Hands me my glass, sits again, gives me another peak, doesn't seem to care. Leans back, sips, "Then what?"

"I was raised well. I had done this, and I needed to take responsibility. I proposed, she accepted. Then we told our parents."

She smirks, "Bet that went well."

"Yeah, well, kinda. My parents were unhappy but glad I did the right thing. Your mom's folks hated me. But they let us get married. I got in with the union, good job, benefits, and pay."

"And some shady side work."

"No comment. It doesn't pay to be too nosy."

"I'll remember that. So, what happened?"

"I worked a lot. Odd hours, but I brought home a good income. Your mom did a great job raising you but the only thing she liked about money was saying goodbye. She spent it faster than I could make it. Lead to arguments, big ones. Then I think she found somebody else."

"Why do you think that?"

"You just know, I hope you never find out."

"You didn't hire a snoop? Check up on her?"

"I didn't want to know. Wouldn't have mattered and could have been bad. I'd end up in prison. Beating up her lover wouldn't make her love me again. I knew where it was going. She served papers. I figured we could work out an arrangement over you. I was wrong. I had a cheap lawyer, didn't think I'd need one. She had a heavy hitter. I never saw it coming. You two were gone before I could do anything. I tried to stay in touch. I told you about the letters and cards. I haven't spoken to her since that day in court."

"Know what she told me?"

"No, and I don't want to. You have to make up your own mind, you're nineteen now."

"Almost twenty."

"You'll get the card this time."

She smiled, took a drink.

"How bout you? Anybody since?"

"Didn't I warn you about bein nosy?"

Smiles again moves her leg, another peek. She knows.

"You're not the man mom described; I want to know more, please?"

"There's been a few, never married any of them. I'm getting better at choosing them. How about you?"

She takes a sip, looks off to the beach, scratches her thigh, pushing the dress up. I see more.

The wind is picking up, gusty.

"Now who's being nosy?"

"You started it."

"No, nobody. Lost the V card a few years ago in a very unmemorable event. Sounds like yours went much better. I date. But guys my age don't like intellectual conversation, just fucking."

"You mean lovemaking? Having sex?"

She snorts, "No dad, fucking, sport fucking, hooking up. Just get naked, get hard, get wet, get it done. I hate it and I won't do it, so, I don't date a lot."

First time she called me dad, I noticed, "So?"

She sighs, moves the leg again, "I'm not proud of it but I ended up with a married guy for a while. He was about your age, with kids. I was weak and needy, so was he. He was so good to me. Truly made love to me. Sometimes we got wild too. I loved it, but I hated it."

I took a drink, said nothing, letting her set the pace.

"I broke it off. It was never going to change, and I felt like shit possibly wrecking his family. People that fuck around almost always get caught."

"Tough call, but smart."

"I cried for weeks. I was a mess. But I stuck with it. Then, I met a guy, older, like you, but definitely not married."

"How's that going?"

"Gone. I thought he was going to propose. I found out I wasn't the only one."

"What did you do?"

She leaned back and smiled, "I firebombed his Porsche and her Ferrari, the one I sold her."

I laughed, hard, snorting booze, "Really? I underestimated you."

"Maybe I got it from you."

I laughed again, "Hope you got something better than that. Hey, wait, the Ferrari you sold her?"

My daughter Zoe sat up, she glowed with pride, "Yeah, me. No college. I went to work selling cars. I'm damn good at it and in a year or so I was recruited by the Ferrari dealer. I'm killin it there."

"There's no...?"

Glaring, "Don't even suggest that, dad. Even if I wanted, it doesn't work. You get fucked twice, once in your pussy and once in your wallet, they'll never buy."

Her language surprised me, she noticed, "Sorry, got a little coarse there. I'm usually better."

"I understand. I should have never questioned you."

"S'ok. We're getting to know each other. I like it."

"Me too. Thanks for coming by, talking."

"May I have your number?"

She calls my phone and I hers.

She gets up, I follow, "You're a good cook. Maybe I'll come back."

"Don't knock."

She smiles, pauses, makes no move to leave, I wait.

"May I see them?"

"Of course, hold on."

I get the stack, bigger than I remembered, two fat rubber bands. I come back out. Her eyes widen at the size of it. I hand it to her.

"Wow."

"You can keep them. They're yours anyway."

She taps the stack on her tanned thigh, "Thanks, dad. It's getting late."

"Yeah, us old men need our rest."

She laughs, "You're thirty-seven."

"Almost thirty-eight."

"Well, g'night dad."

"Night Zoe."

Two days. I kept looking up the beach, second-guessing every word from that night.

The afternoon of day two. I'm on the porch, into a book. Got my speedo on today, comfortable, not expecting anybody. A shadow covers me.

"Stand up."

I stand up.

Red rimmed eyes, tear-streaked face. Zoe clamps her body to mine, buries her face in my shoulder, and starts crying hard. I don't know what to do. I grip her thin body around the waist. Another sundress, short. I feel something under it this time. But still warm, inviting, tempting me in ways I never expected. After a minute, she takes a gulp of air, talks, gasping.

"I took that pile home. I didn't want to open them that night, I just organized them in chronological order. There were so many. We had a trip the next day. Last night I started. I read all night. It took me all day to recover and get over here."

She steps back, looks me in the eyes, hands on my hips.

"Dad, I love you so fucking much. Letters. You wrote letters. Cards for every holiday and my birthday. I even checked the postmarks. You never missed. Always positive, always loving, always there."

Feeling the tears well up, my voice cracked, "It was all I could do. I knew she would never let me see you."

Zoe grabbed me again, hard, twisting. I can't help it, I'm only a man. My cock pressed against her firm young belly. She looked up angled her head and before I could react, kissed me on my lips, briefly, then done. She released me and stepped back. No way to hide my erection, she knew anyway, ignores it.

"We need to talk."

Her nipples are like two forty-five rounds under the thin fabric. I think I catch her scent.

"Let's make dinner."

I put a pair of shorts on over the speedo, not comfortable about being around her with no restraint, guilty about the feelings.

In my small kitchen, Zoe making salad, me prepping a steak for the grill. She's animated, excited, always touching, running her hand over my back as she passes behind me, comfortable. I hold her hips as I squeeze by, firm, trim, tempting. I like seeing her like this.

"You're not much on clothes, are you?"

She smiles, points the knife at my speedo, "Look whos' talking. But you're right, I'm not much on clothes. I'm usually nude at home."

I laugh, "Me too. That's funny."

She takes the hem of her dress in her fingers, "Well?"

Caught flat-footed, "No, I don't think so."

She feigns a pout and wordlessly goes back to work.

On the deck, sliced steak, Caesar salad, red wine. Soft warm breeze off the ocean.

"I want to tell you about my life."

"I want to hear."

"Don't be too quick, you may not like some of it."

"I'll take my chances. You're back in my life. Nothing's going to change that."

"I love hearing that. I'm going to tell it all, no secrets. I hope your feelings don't change.

"Shoot, I'm ready."

"Mom took me away when I was ten. From that day forward, she never said a nice thing about you. It was all lies. But she was very good to me. A good loving mother if I didn't ask about you."

She takes a bite of salad, chews, reaches for the wine, holds the glass up to me, "You're contributing to the delinquency of a minor, you know." Smiling.

"That's what brought you into this world, don't complain."

A whimsical smile as she twirls the wine in the glass, "I just never thought of you as a corruptor of youth."

"You're over eighteen, an adult. You can make your own choices."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Zoe tells me about her life for the last ten years. School, friends, trips, living with her mother and Aunt, Janet's younger sister Pam. She was right, it was a good life, as long as my name didn't come up. When it did, it was not enough money and he was never home, probably had some girl. Zoe stopped asking.

She told me about, losing her virginity, without a lot of graphic detail. Didn't matter her nipples poked out while she was telling the tale, must have been some fun there. Told me more about the married guy and the next one. I could tell they were good. The stories got a bit more graphic. I got hard. Pulled my chair closer to the table. She squirmed in her chair and those nipples made a return. She paused.

"So, what do you like to do?"

"I work for Vinny."

"No dad, for fun, you know?"

"I'm in the gym every day, work when there's work, and hang out at the beach." My answer was clearly not acceptable.

"You got a girlfriend? Maybe a FWB?"

"FWB?" I knew, I was just stirring the pot.

"Are you really that out of it? Friend with benefits. You know, a fuck buddy."

I put my glass down and did my best to level a piercing stare.

"Just because you shared the erotic details of your life does not mean I have to share mine. I don't have a lady right now and I never have a FWB. That's shallow. I crossed the same line you did once, like you I called it off and for the same reasons. That's as close as I got to a FWB. But I have done other things."

Zoe wasn't phased a bit, "A girl can hope you know. We're a lot more alike than I thought we'd be and what do you mean, 'other things?'"

"Time to clean up."

She pouted and picked up her plate.

In the kitchen, she flipped on the radio, light jazz, low volume, made the work go faster. More hands running along my back, me too, she felt good under my fingers, still guilty. Work done, she slips the towel into the rack.

"Dance with me."

Sade, 'Unbreak my heart', painful, pleading, deep. Zoe tight against me, arms over my neck, mine just brushing the top of the thong under her dress, swaying, comfortable, silent.

"Tighter, dad. Hold me tighter."

I can't help it, her pelvis, her pussy, against my cock, the traitor, growing, no sense of guilt, just desire. She knows, she must. Keeps dancing, swaying. Her breath now deeper, warm on my neck. My hands sweaty, afraid to move, wanting to move, lower, over her firm ass, cupping holding. It's wrong, but I sense I may not be alone. Pressing against my bulge. She stops, looks up.

"Pee break, don't leave."

My cock softens, guilt returns. Dads should not have these feelings, but then again, neither should daughters. Have to let her lead, but can I follow if she does?

Back, face flushed, nervous.

"It's getting late. I should get back."

A reprieve, making space, reconsidering, maybe.

"Of course. You know you can stop by any time."

A kiss, on the lips, longer than the last one, but still safe, and tempting.

"Should I knock?"

A weak moment. An open hand, slapping that firm ass, just a little, maybe lingering too long after.

"You know damn well you don't need to knock, sassy girl."

Her eyes go wide, then an evil smile.

"Aren't I a little old for spanking?"

I smile, giving in to the flirt, "Remember what I told you."

She turns, leaving, "I do. I'm an adult, I can make my own choices. But, dad, so are you."

The screen door slams lightly, and I watch her walk away, swaying, no lines under the dress now.

I stare. The floor of my bedroom. Not the floor, what's on it.

A thong, white, pure white, the gusset a shade darker, an irregular pattern. Laid out, carefully, gusset towards the door. An offering. I'm at a crossroads. She wasn't peeing, she was masturbating, in my bathroom, thinking of me, soaking her panties, leaving me the invitation, the decision.

In my hands now, still a little warm. Her scent fills me. Hard, pressing against my shorts. Wet fabric in my nose as I unsnap, let them fall. Bursting out of the speedo, so hard, so needy. She smells clean, lusty. Stroking, picturing her, in my bathroom, hand up her dress, the other pinching a nipple. Fingering, thinking, of me tasting her, at her apex, licking. Then, over her, looking in her eyes as I enter, so wrong, so powerful. A feeling like none before. Starts in my toes, up my legs, my balls ache, my cock hardens even more. I'm there, my knees buckle as I jet my forbidden lust all over my daughter's underwear. More, more than ever before, two three, then four jets. Shaking. Satisfied. Decision made.

I leave the thong, rumpled, cum filled, where I found it. My reply to her offer.

A text, over my breakfast.

"Boat trip today. Okay if I stop by after?"

"Looking forward to it."

"How'd you sleep?" Subtle, fishing.

"Best night I ever had."

Smile emoji. Message sent and received. It's up to her now.

Mid-afternoon. I'm in my speedo. I see her on the beach, she sees me and jogs, then runs. The yellow G-string suit, her small breasts fighting to get out. I stand, we collide. She looks up, a kiss, on the lips, lingering, warm, nice. We're both breathing a little deeper. She steps back, ignores my erection.

"Got booze pops?"

"You know where."

I see her go in, take a right, towards my room. I smile, sit down, wait.

I hear the door slide open. Zoe, near-naked in the suit, two tall frosty glasses.

"Made em strong, hope you don't mind."

"You're the lightweight."

She stops, poses, "Not too light, I hope."

I smile, "No, just perfect."

She sits, crosses her legs. Fabric tight against her sex. We drink.

"I need to finish my story, my life."

"Pretty routine so far, not as advertised."

She puts the drink down.

"Well, that brought you up to my senior year in High School. That's where things change."

I lean back, take a drink, "I'm ready. I told you, you're in my life again, I'm not letting you go."

She reaches out, takes my hand, "I love you, dad."

Leans back, unfolds her leg, the triangle moves, showing her. She adjusts, slowly, letting her finger run under the fabric, I don't miss a thing. No words, no looks. She takes her drink.

"So, I had a good life. I thought everything was normal.

"You were right, dad, there was someone else. I didn't know right away. Like I said, Mom's little sister came to live with us, help with the bills. Mom's not good with money. We had a small place, only two-bedroom. Me in one and them in the other.

"You know how it happens, somebody's where they're not supposed to be when they're not supposed to be there. Some jerk at school pulled the fire alarm on a Friday afternoon. They let us go early. I swear one of the teachers did it to get a long weekend. I caught a ride with a friend, slipped in the back door. That's when I heard them."

She stops, takes a drink, and deep breath. I wait, silent.

"I was on my second, intellectually shallow, sex-obsessed, quick shooting boyfriend by then, so I knew what I heard. I just didn't know if it was mom or Aunt Pam. I should have left, come back later. It was wrong, but, as you have learned, I'm nosy."

Nervous, shifts in her chair. That triangle, barely covering, the string disappearing between her legs. I'm curious, this is more than just sex. She takes a long drink, puts the glass down, leans into her story.

"I'm quiet. I sneak up the stairs, keeping to the wall, in case the doors' open. I can hear them. It's not fucking, but it's sex. I'm at the door. It's my last chance to respect my mother and leave. I didn't. I peeked in the partially open door."

She leans back, takes a deep breath, we're eye to eye.

"They were on the bed, naked, in a sixty-nine. Mom, and her sister, eating each other's pussy."

Well, I didn't see that coming. My cock hard, in spite of myself, picturing my ex, getting slammed by some guy. Janet was a hot looking woman. Pam hotter, if that's possible. Lesbian incest, farthest thing from my mind. Zoe pauses, looking at me, waiting for a response. I took a drink.

"Fuck, never would have thought of that."

Zoe smiles, relieved, "Yeah, me either. I was stunned."

We sit and stare at each other. I'm waiting for the 'And then I...'. She's tentative.

"What happened next?" I finally ask.

She puts her glass down, rubs her hands along the top of her thighs, bites her lip.

"I watched. I didn't leave. I'd never seen two people have sex for real. I should have left and kept my secret. But I couldn't not watch."

Another deep breath, checking me.

"Go on. I'm cool."

Sigh of relief, "Yeah, we'll see. This was not the first time for them, I could tell. It wasn't like porn. There was no talking. I could see Pam's tongue licking mom's pussy. She was moaning, muffled by Pam's pussy. They didn't shave. Now, I could smell their excitement. It had an effect on me."

Her leg dancing, nervous. I nod, give a slight smile.

"I couldn't help it. I got excited, wet. I was stunned. I'd never ever thought about being with another woman and never about incest. But there I was, watching them, not leaving and my pussy was drenched."

More comfortable with her story now. The words flow.

"I reached up under my dress. My panties were soaked. I slipped a finger in the leg and touched myself as I watched my Aunt lick my mother's pussy, come all over her face. Mom orgasmed, flooding Pam's face. She sucked it up, moaning. My finger slid in me; I was so wet. I took another, pinched my clit. I was ashamed, guilty, confused, but so horny."

Now I see it. The triangle, a little darker. I take a drink, neutral expression. She's nearly panting.

"I was going to cum. Cum watching a display of lesbian incest. So dirty, so wrong, but I came, nearly collapsed, fighting to stay quiet. I failed. A squeak snuck out. Pam's head leaned back; her eyes went wide. Then she saw my hands, smiled, and went back to licking mom's pussy. I slipped away, to my room and masturbated again, sprawled naked on my bed, door closed, but not locked."

Zoe's hand moves up her thigh. She looks towards the beach.

"Hey, wanna get dinner started?"

I'm surprised, curious. Second thoughts?

We get up to go in. The head of my erection out over the band of my speedo. I make no move to cover, my daughter, says nothing. I follow her, loving the sight of her naked ass. Letting her lead.

"I'm feeling too lazy to cook tonight baby. I'll reheat leftovers."

She sits on a stool, legs wide. The triangle not doing its job. She doesn't care, "Sounds good, dad."

We eat wordlessly, cleaning up after, air freighted with potential. The Bose is on, more light jazz takes the edge off the silence. She drops the towel on the counter.

"Dance with me?"

I'm in a speedo, my cock still a little full. My daughter is in a G-string swimsuit. We mold to each other. Skin touching skin. We sway, rubbing. Feels good against me. Don't care that I'm hard. My hands on her lower back.

"I came out of my room later, like nothing happened. They were making dinner. Pam looked at me and smiled. Mom said nothing, I assumed Pam had not told her. Our dinner was very normal, our evening unremarkable."

Zoe presses her sex, behind the thin fabric, against my erection, half out of the speedo. The music, soft, I want to hear more. Her nipples hard under the thin top, pressed against my chest.

"What happened?" I whispered into her hair. Her breath warm on my ear. Lines were being crossed.

"We went to bed. I slept naked. Early in the morning, I woke up. I was very wet. When I looked down, Pam was between my legs, licking my pussy."

Zoe is rubbing her pussy against my cock. Edging more out of the speedo. It feels good.

"It felt amazing. I should have been shocked, revolted. I was hot, horny, I gave in, opened my legs wide. My Aunt moaned and really began to lick my sex. She was very good. I came and came some more."

Now I feel it. The cloth triangle moving, her wet sex rubbing the underside of my cock, pressed up between us. I can't seem to get enough air, her too.

Her hips, bending in, seeking more contact. My hands, on her firm ass, pulling her.

"Aunt Pam licked and fingered me to two more orgasms before I told her I wanted to try. She swung her hips over me and there it was, her pussy, in my face. I didn't hesitate. She lowered and I licked my first, but not my last pussy."

Rubbing her soaked pussy against my cock pressed up against my belly. I'm covered in her spend. She loops a leg behind me. I hold her up. She feels amazing. I let my finger probe her rosebud, she growls and rubs harder. She's panting, getting close.

"She stayed with me for an hour, then snuck back to Mom's room. I fingered myself to two more orgasms, licking my face to taste her."

Zoe's leg pulls her in. My finger opens her ass a little. Her pussy lips run along the length of my cock. I'm not going to last. We're panting, no talk now, only the drive to cum. I'm pushing back, clenching her hard, young ass. Her pussy is gushing. She cums first, quaking in my arms, forcing her clit against my cock, grunting and groaning.

"Oh, dad!"

A torrent bursts over my cock. I shoot. My cum jetting between or bodies.

"Oh, Spit!"

Four times, so much cum. It feels so good.

I hold her panting. Then, she pushes away, turns, toward the door.

"I gotta go."

The door slams as she nearly runs away, leaving me covered in our juices, and very confused.

I showered, went to bed. Her thong against my mouth, masturbating to our taste. Fell asleep right after I came.

Coffee on the beach at dawn. Hat low, in my shorts. A text beeps in.

"How'd you sleep?"

I get it. It's a code for her.

"Deep and hard, you?"

"Same. No bad dreams?"

Translation-any second thoughts.

"Nothing but sweet dreams, never better."

Smile emoji.

"Make me dinner tonight?"

"You want to eat here?"

Couldn't resist the double entendre.

"Only if you do."

"Nothing I'd rather do."

Another smile emoji

"Glad to hear that dad. Six okay? I may be able to stay later tonight."

Not going to run away this time.

"As late as you like. My home is yours."

Sleep with me tonight, my daughter, I'm ready.

Many smile emojis.

"Thanks. See ya at six."

Five-fifty-five. Standing in my living room, showered, naked, hard, waiting. The time for pretense is gone. The door opens, She's in a sundress, a small tote in her hand. The door closes behind her as she looks at my naked body and then into my eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. You?"

My daughter drops her tote bag, grabs the hem of her sundress. Whisked off, drifting onto the floor. She is naked, her nipples hard.

"I remember what you told me."

We close, embrace, lips meet, mouths open. Kissing like the starving lovers we are. Her ass in my hands, my finger in her butt. She pulls back, panting.

"I'll warn you, I talk filthy when I fuck."

"I'm going to fuck my daughter and suck on her pussy till she cums all over my face, so let it go."

"You like having your finger up my ass?"

"As much as you like having it there."

Molded, panting, sweating. Her hand holds me, stroking.

"You have a nice cock, dad."

My fingers massage her vagina, spreading her fluid, sneaking in.

"You have an amazing pussy, daughter."

"Dad, I want to make love with you, explore your body. Have you explore mine. I want to gush on your face and feel your cum jetting over my tongue. But, right now, this second, I need you in me.

"Take me to bed dad. Fuck me. Fuck your daughter."

I followed her firm ass to my room. As she walked, her thighs parted, wet, open, ready, her scent, heady.

Zoe whisked the covers off, leaving a backdrop of white cotton. She climbed on, moved to the center, grabbed one of my pillows, on her back, pillow under her, legs wide.

"Don't make me wait, dad."

I didn't. Over her, my cock brushing her entrance. My eyes in hers.

"You sure? Last chance."

"Stick it in me, dad. Make me yours."

We both groaned as I entered her.

"So fuckin big."

"So tight."

Her long thin legs over mine. On my elbows, hands cupping the top of her head. Best feeling I have ever had. Smiling at me, clenching my cock as I gently fuck her.

"This is so wrong. But it feels so good."

I'm not going to last, she's right, the wrongness makes it hotter. She knows.

"In me, dad. Don't hold back. Give me your cum."

Never knew cumming could feel this good. Buried myself, kissed my daughter, and filled her vagina with my spend. Like nothing I ever felt before. She too, gushing around my cock, we groaned, quaking, consumed.

Panting, sweaty, I roll off, flop next to my daughter, more satisfied than ever in my life. Her, panting, looking at the ceiling, "I've never had sex like that, ever."

"Me either."

"What is it?"

"The taboo, and that you are so damn good looking."

She laughs lightly and rolls over, half over me.

"Not so bad yourself for a thirty-seven-year-old guy."

"Almost thirty-eight."

I slap her firm ass, "smart ass."

"mmmm, you wanna fuck that too? Never done it."

"Not right now. I want to taste you."

She picks her head up, "You'd do that? Lick my pussy after you...? You ever...?"

"Yes, and no, never. But I want to do it to you."

She rolls on her back, on the pillow, "Eat me, dad. Suck your cum and mine out your daughter's pussy. I'm going to shoot my cum all over my father's face."

I'm a little kinky. I've masturbated, tasted myself. Not wild about it but it's me, no big deal. I moved between my daughter's legs. Her pussy in full flower, red from my cock in there. Her fluids and mine smeared all over. Her hand brushed through my hair.

"How do I look?"

I touched her lips with my tongue, got the taste of both of us, "Amazing."

My mouth over my daughter's vagina, sliding my tongue up inside. She quaked, filling my mouth. I swallowed and licked some more. Zoe writhing over me, hands on my head, pushing me in. Her hard, fat clit rubbing my nose. Her groaning, moaning.

"So good, so wrong, so fucking good. Don't stop dad, don't stop."

She quakes, my mouth is filled again. I let it all flow back out and rub my face in her pussy, spreading her cum all over. Her pussy a sloppy mess tastes great. My lips find her clit, my hands her nipples. Hard little nub, bigger than her mother's.

"No dad, not that. Ohhhhhhhh!"

She didn't mean it. Cum on my face again. Now it's time. My right hand, off her nipple. One long finger up inside, searching. Just past her hip bone, on the top, pressing rubbing. Twisting, writhing, like being electrocuted, then.

"FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!"

A blast of clear fluid rockets out of her sex, splashing my chest and face, soaking the bed. Then a second, smaller. She collapses, touches my head. I move from between her legs and lay next to my daughter. The room is redolent with her scent.

Panting, sweaty, she rolls to face me.

"I have never cum like that in my life."

I move her wet hair out of her eye, "You're welcome. I love how you taste."

"I'm glad to know that. I'd hate it if that was a one-off."

Her hand moves down, holds me, hard, needy.

"Would my dad like me to suck his cock? Would you like to cum in your daughter's mouth?"

"Yes, Zoe. Put your mouth on dad's hard cock. Make me cum."

She groaned, "Oh fuck it's hot when you talk dirty."

My daughter's lips on my erection, tongue bathing the head. So warm, so wrong, so hot. She couldn't get all of me in.

"Don't try baby. You're doing great. I love my little girl's mouth."

Zoe moaned around my cock, kept sucking. Her small hand moved in and stroked the shaft. I hadn't had a blowjob in a long time. It felt great.

Drooling on my cock, running down, over my balls. Her finger, sliding down, touching pressing, saliva making penetration easy.

"No baby, no." Didn't mean it, felt great. Small finger pushing in, touching me, setting me off.

"Gonna cum daughter. Gonna cum in your hot little mouth."

Tense, balls tingling, harder now, release, grunting, filling her mouth, one, two three, a lot. She gags, keeps sucking.

Too sensitive, gently press her head off. Smiling looks up at me, opens her mouth, on her tongue, my spend. She closes, swallows, smiles.

"I like the taste of my father's cum."

Zoe climbs on top of me. We kiss, deep, hard, I taste myself. She lifts her head.

"I've never been with a guy who will taste his own cum. You bisexual dad?"

I laugh. At this point in my life, I'd try almost anything, "No baby, never done a guy or had a guy do me. But there are guys who don't mind sharing. It makes a woman feel loved. Otherwise, cum is a dirty thing, used to dominate."

Zoe's tongue up my sweaty neck reminds me of her sucking me, "That's fucking deep, dad, and true. After what we did, I'd blow you anywhere, anytime."

Teasing, testing, "Even in public? Where we might be seen?"

Not taking the bait, "I'd suck my daddy's cock on the beach at noon on the fourth of July."

"Dirty, dirty, girl."

Rubbing her sweaty body on mine. Should work, but, exhausted, "Your dirty little daughter."

"Whom I love more than any other."

Listen to her breathe, warm body on mine, happy, satisfied. Her lips to my ear.

"I want my dad to fuck my ass. I've never done it. It has to be someone I trust."

"Anything you want. I've done that. We'll go slow."

"You fuck mom's ass?"

"That's a little personal."

"You sucked your cum out of my pussy and kissed me when I had a mouth full of your cum. I think we're past that."

"Yes, your mother loved having me fuck her ass. She'd get a fat, dick-shaped vibrator out and fuck her soaked pussy while I fucked her ass. Made both of us cum like hell."

"You're making my pussy wet again, dad."

I got up, "Food, girl, we must have food. Then..."

"More fucking?" She smiled, popping off the bed.

Slapping her ass, "Yes, daughter, more fucking and sucking."

Dinner, leftovers, reheating. Waiting. Naked. Hands touching, my cock hard, her pussy soaked. Bent over the counter, fingering her.

"Oh daddy, finger me. My pussy is so wet. Make me cum, dad."

She did, a torrent, splashing on the floor, covering my hand. Turning, looking at my cock.

"Shall I?"

Microwave beeps, "Food, then cock."

She laughs, "Lots of cock. Cock all night long."

As we eat, "I'm very happy, dad."

"I am too. Never thought of this."

"Well, I might have, but never thought it would happen."

"What if you meet a guy?'

Stops, looks at me, "Yes, what if?"

Ball's on my side of the net, "I will always love you, Zoe. If you meet a guy, we will stop having sex. It's only right."

"And if you meet someone, the same? I don't like it, but it is the right thing."

"Would you ever tell him?"

Coy smile, "No, never. Unless he showed interest. I'd hate to keep a secret."

"You just want two men to fuck you, horny girl."

One arm, sweeping the paper plates and cups off the table. Climbs on, moves to me turns, her open wet pussy presented.

"Fuck my ass, dad. Fuck me right here, where you eat. You'll never have a meal here that you don't think of fucking your daughter's ass the first time."

It's night, the front of the house, all glass, lights are on, "Baby, the windows."

Fingering her pussy, wet sounds, "Don't care. Fuck me or I'll just masturbate. Either way, they get a show."

She grabs the stick of butter off the plate, rubs it over her tight rosebud, using a finger to push some in.

Far enough from the beach, hopefully. Can't resist. So hard. I stand, grab her feet. Her hand, covered in butter massages my cock.

"Now we're ready dad. Give it to me."

Her legs over my shoulders, pressing my cock head, slowly spreading her.

"Oh, fuck you're big."

Head's in, tough part over. Now, slowly pressing, spreading, filling my daughter's ass with my cock. She's gasping.

"So fucking big"

"It hurt? Want me to stop?"

"No, dad, keep going. It's feeling better."

Half in. Still pressing. She's gasping, rubbing her soaked pussy and rock-hard clit. She is so tight.

"Oh. Dad. Better, give me all of your cock. Fuck my ass, dad."

She has it all, my hips touch hers. Pulling back, going in, slow, but steady. Her wetness runs over our union, lubing my hard cock even more. A little faster. Only the second ass I ever fucked, and they are related. The taboo, makes it so much hotter.

"Gonna cum, dad. Gonna shoot."

Gasping, grunting. Her eyes roll back in her head as I plunge my cock in, all in. A jet of milky fluid rockets out of her vagina, splashing on my belly as I ram her ass with my cock. Wet warm juice runs down my body, the sight, the scent, the sounds.

"Cumming Spit. Gonna fill your butt."

"Yes, yes, cum in my ass, dad."

In hard. The table jolts against the wall. Holding as I jet my love inside her.

I stop, still deep inside, panting, laughing, "Hope nobody saw us."

Her, "Don't care. They don't know who we are. Figure some old guy got himself an escort for the night."

I move back, soft cock slides out, releasing the flood, pooling on the table.

Helping her off the table. She slides on her spend, "I'm messy."

"I love it. Let's shower."

Clean, bend her over, lick her pussy, then, her ass. Sticking my tongue in, thumb up her pussy.

"Fuck, dad, that's good."

She cums, shoots all over my face, warm, fresh, her.

Dry, in bed, she holds my cock, "Once more?"

Hug her, kiss her mouth, "Sorry, daddy's done."

Sleep before we even know it.

I wake, she's jumping out of bed.

"Fuck, slept too late. We have a trip today, gotta go."

Looks at my erection. Throwing on her clothes.

"Save that, dad. That load is mine."

I want to masturbate. But I do as asked.

She arrives, after dark. Flimsy shorts and a tank top, no bra, smells of the sea. We hug, kiss deeply. I'm just in a pair of running shorts and a tee.

"Miss me?" Presses against my hard cock, "Mmm think so. Were you a good daddy?"

"Yes, baby. I did not masturbate today."

She pulls back, kneels, takes my shorts off, puts my cock in her mouth, sucks me. Then, just licking the head, looks up, "I want to have sex in every room of this house. I have to go home tomorrow, and I want you to think of me in every room."

After last night should have seen this coming. Why not? I pull my shirt off as my daughter takes my cock back into her mouth. She pauses as I pull off her tank top and pinch her fat nipples.

"Oh, fuck that's good."

She stops, gets up. Goes to the big ottoman in the living room, glass wall facing the beach, shoves off her shorts, lays down, legs wide to the sea, "Lick your daughter's pussy. I want to cum on your face."

I kick off my shorts, drop to the floor. No tease, I bury my face in my daughter's soaked pussy. Warm, drenched, gushing. My tongue deep, nose on her clit, pinching her nipples.

"Yes, yes yes, dad, oh fuck, cuming!"

Her lean legs clamped by my arms, tongue deep inside her. She clamps my head, cums in a torrent, quaking, moaning. My cock, surging, needing her. I can't touch it.

The wall behind me, all glass, early evening. A ways back from the beach, but not enough.

I stand, cock hard, purple with need. Zoe lays in her puddle, sweaty, touches herself.

"Now, fuck me, my father. Fuck me where anybody on that beach will see us."

Need beats prudence, my cock makes its demand. I grasp her legs, up against my chest. She holds me, aiming. I gaze at her young sex. Her vagina, hot, wet. My cock just parting her lips. Watching as I push in, inside my daughter, forbidden, taboo, sublime. Zoe's head falls back.

"Ohhh fuck. You feel so good in me. All of it dad, give me all of it."

Touching her cervix, wanting to go faster, needing to orgasm.

"Stop, dad."

She smiles at my frustration.

"We have a lot of rooms, dad. Can't cum yet."

Dining room, on the table, of course. Zoe coming as I fuck her on the oak expanse. Her pussy this time. Kinky beyond my imagination. So tight, so wet, so wrong, don't care.

The kitchen, sucking her sex on the island. She cums, flooding the butcher block top, laughing.

"Think of me when you're making dinner, dad."

The bathrooms, fast, on the counter, just to check it off. Still won't let me cum.

The guest room. Sixty-nine. She tastes so good and her mouth, warm, talented.

"Now you can cum, dad. I want you to last for our last stop."

Her warm, young, thighs, bracket my head. My mouth on her fat, red pussy, gushing into my mouth. She moans around my cock, so close. I put a finger inside, wet, then spread her firm little ass and push my wet finger in as I bite her hard clitoris. We both explode. I jet, hard, into her young mouth as her juice cascades into my wanting mine. We gulp each other's spend, like water in the desert. I savor her young sweaty body.

We fall away, panting. She moves around, kisses me, I taste myself, don't care. She tastes herself, licks my face, smiles, I hug her tight. Her head on my chest.

"I've never been happier dad."

"Me either."

"I know you want to get all serious now. Talk about the future, the 'what-ifs'. Don't. We'll have time for that. Tonight, I want you to ravish your daughter, take me."

She pops out of my arms, "But first, I need food. Sex is exhausting and I need my dad to be fully fueled for the fucking you're going to give me in your room."

Every light blazing. Walking, naked, to the kitchen, uncaring. It's night, nobody on the beach.

We nosh on leftovers, drinking beer. Not much talk. Zoe takes the plates, puts them in the sink. Turns, pinches, her hard, young nipples, "Ready for the final act, dad?"

My cock, needy again, growing, "Question is, are you, young lady?"

She walks past, quickly holding and releasing my cock, "Fuck yes."

I follow her up the stairs, firm ass, thighs still wet, nose bathed in her earthy scent, needing her, now.

Lights on, bright. She walks to the glass wall facing the beach, kneels, "Come here, dad."

I step to her, she takes me in her small, soft hand. Opens her mouth to surround me, "I'm going to put my father's hard cock in my mouth. Wonder if anyone will see?"

Cock does all the thinking now as her warmth surrounds my need. Can't see out because of the light, nobody knows who she is. I'm just a lucky guy who got a hook-up.

Five minutes, Zoe takes my balls in her mouth, teases my ass with her finger, I need her. She gets up, faces the window, grasps the railing, and pushes her legs back, way back, spreading them. So open, red, filled, running.

"Eat my pussy dad. I want to cum on your face while people watch us."

On my knees, lips on hers, again, drinking her lust, hands on her hips. One hand up, pinching a fat nipple.

"Gonna cum on your face if you keep doing that."

I pinch harder, bite her clit, she yelps, floods my mouth. Love her taste.

"It's time dad."

Standing behind her, head parting her lips, hands cupping her hip bone.

"Fuck your daughter hard. Fuck me like this is our dirty secret."

Her hands, white with strain, holding the rail. Her breasts, swaying, jolting when my hips collide with hers. The slap of our skin as I fuck her, fuck my girl as hard as I can, my eyes on the obsidian world outside the glass. Not caring if we are seen. Needing to cum, cum in my daughter.

"More dad, more. Fuck, cumming."

A gush, a splash on the floor. I ram harder, racing to my own explosion. Her, grunting, moaning, pushing back as I pummel her cervix.

There, ready, feeling the tingle.

"Gonna cum baby girl."

Sweaty voice growls, "In me, dad. Cum in my fucking pussy."

Dirty talk, trips the trigger. Howling, cumming. Fingers diggings deep into her skin. Sweet release. One, two, three, then a fourth. Don't want to stop. Hug her trim body as she is bent. Sweat blending, panting, we are one at the window. I cup her breasts as I stand.

"Don't do that dad. I'll want more."

"You've drained me, my daughter. I need a shower and sleep."

The shower, tender, gentle washing. I'm done, but love feeling her under my fingers. We dry. In bed, hugging, deep kisses.

"I gotta go back early tomorrow dad."

"I know."

"I'll be back."

"Hope so."

"If I come back, can I stay?'

"Wouldn't have it any other way."

We talk, in the dark. All that has been left unsaid. Permissions, expectations. Our relationship clearer, mature. I love my daughter even more.

Sexless morning, slept late, rush to the airport. Quick kiss. Driving home, miss her already.

Sitting on the beach, midday, sunny, nice breeze off the water, speedo, chair, thermos full of margaritas, hanging out, watching the skinny young girls in their thongs, thinking about Zoe, back home now, over a month. Almost hard. Should probably think about something else.

"Mind if I join you?"