Laurie Van B is a neighbor. She's fifteen years younger than me and built like a rake. Her Victoria's panties and white shorts are around one ankle. I've got my thumbs pulling her skinny butt open as I fuck her bent over my couch. She doesn't talk while fucking, just grunts and cums, over and over. She does some kind of exercise that makes her pussy like a greased hand, I'm not gonna last much longer. I don't tell her; she doesn't want to know. She just wants me to ram and cum when I'm ready. I squeeze her little ass, ram deep, and let it go. Oh man, it feels good to cum. It tingles up from my feet and my cock twitches as I shoot. Laurie cums again and goes limp. I hold inside her till I'm done and then slide out. She straightens up, giving me a quick peek at her nonexistent boobs.
"I don't know why you're so fascinated with my tits. There's nothing there."
I reach out and pinch a nipple. "Never ask why a man finds you attractive."
She bends down and pulls up her panties, now barely covering the thick brown fur of her pussy, soaked with our juice. She giggles. "You like watching me get dressed after you've fucked me?"
I run my finger over the fabric, already soaked. "Like watching them come off better, but yeah."
Laurie pulls up her shorts, tugs her shirt down, leans in for a kiss. "You're a pervy old man, James."
I squeeze her pussy through the fabric. "And proud of it."
"I gotta go, old man. George may be back from the gas station. Ta ta, baby."
I watch her out the door as she walks across my backyard towards hers. I hold my happy cock in my hand and wonder how soon the next time will be.
Oh, I'm married, Laurie is too. My wife, Jane is a wonderful person, but a terrible and uninterested lover. We had twins and, after that, her focus was the kids and her new career as a Pilates instructor. I haven't had sex with her in almost a year. I stopped asking and she never does. Laurie's old man does something for a living and does it well. They have gobs of money. He hasn't touched her in forever, she thinks he's gay. But she loves the life.
She started flirting with me, surprised the hell out of me. But I went with it and here we are. No romance here, just raw satisfaction. Laurie loves to fuck, and I love to fuck her.
Jim isn't my name. I've written a couple of bestselling novels and cheating on my wife is not good for sales. So, Jim, it is.
I'm still half-naked so I pick up my shorts and head for the shower. Jane has evening classes today and our daughter Tara, Tara, is coming over for dinner in a little too soon. I open a window to get the sex smell out of the air and my cock twitches at the memory. Laurie is a good fuck.
I'm sipping a Modelo on the pool deck when Tara breezes through the slider from the house. She's thirty-two, married, couple of little kids, built like her parents, sturdy, not fat, curvy, a full chest, long black hair. She has a beer in her hand as she drops into the chair next to me.
"What's for dinner, pops?"
"Filet mignon, twice baked potatoes, sautéed green beans. But I forgot to get the filet, the potatoes went bad, and the green beans smell like farts."
Tara laughed. "You kill me, dad. Burgers?"
I sipped my beer. "Burgers."
Tara is a schoolteacher. She's married to Rob. I don't know why. Tara is vibrant, funny, daring. Rob is one-dimensional on a good day. But it works and I don't ask. Her twin brother, Tanner lives out in Texas with his spark plug of a wife. I like her, she lights up any room she enters.
Rob works late on Wednesdays and, as I said, Jane has late classes. We started this dinner thing, it's nice. Just dad and daughter. We drink and talk as I grill. This is our thing. Talk about her work, my latest book, her kids. It's easy. Sometimes, she has one too many and stays in her old room for the night. It's happened enough that she brings some clothes with her. She joked once that a daughter should not have the walk of shame from her parent's house.
It's dark. The underwater LEDs in the pool are the only light. Jane will be home soon. The conversation lapses. Tara takes a drink. "Hmm, think I'll be staying the night."
I sip my beer. "S'ok, you're always welcome here."
A beat of silence then Tara says. "Won't interfere with you fucking Laurie Van B?"
I feel a cold chill come over me. I don't have an answer. Tara waits, then resumes. "I got off work early, stopped by, walked around because I thought you'd be in the pool. Quite a sight, her over the couch and my father's ass clenching as he fucked her. Nice, father, she's what? Ten years younger than you?"
"Fifteen, and I can explain."
Tara got up. "You don't have to, dad. I understand. I mean that. I know you love mom and I know she is not interested in sex. I was just shocked. A girl doesn't usually get to see her dad like that."
She turned to go into the house, mumbling. "But I liked it." She stopped at the slider, weaving a little, looked at me over her shoulder. "Just to even the score, dad, I'm fucking one of my students from last year. He's eighteen and can go forever. Rob works too much, and I have a sex drive like my old man."
I was up early, made the coffee. In deference to my guest, I'd put on an old pair of running shorts. Tara came in, dressed for work.
"Sorry, kid, I forgot you stayed over."
She paused at the doorway. "Dad. Are we good?"
I remembered last night's closing remarks. "Yeah, we're good. You really slammed me with that, well, both comments. So, it looks like we share a secret now."
"We can leave it in the past if you want."
I turned to face her. "No. It's fucked up, but it's out there, ya know? Partners in crime?"
Tara smiled and came to me. We hugged. I felt odd in just loose shorts and hugging her was stirring me in ways that I have fought for years. I let go as my cock got a little bigger. It was brief but nice, but I have to be careful. I think Tara saw my situation but said nothing.
We had a quick breakfast, Tara went back up, got her bag, and headed off to school. I went up to wake Jane, passing the guest room.
On the floor, facing me. Tara's panties. No accident. Clearly a gift. I was confused. I picked them up, wet, steamy. One stray black hair. I pressed them to my face. My deepest secret, my lust for my daughter. I was so careful, never got caught, but now, what does this mean? It could be an accident.
I'm in the hall bathroom. I have Tara's panties pressed to my mouth as I masturbate. I'm cumming, great long streams all over the sink. So good, so wrong. I go back and put them under the guest bed. Jane never goes in there. They'll be there later when I masturbate with them again and, if she finds them, there's a reason.
The next Wednesday Tara texted me. "Gonna stop by tonight. Rob's working."
That was subtle. Don't let me catch you fucking the skinny neighbor.
By the pool with my Modello when the gate inched open. Tara made a show of peeking around the corner. I threw a towel at her. "Very funny, young lady."
Tara got a beer and settled in the lounge next to me. She looked good in bright yellow shorts and a turquoise tank top and matching bra. She was big enough that no bra would be obvious. She sipped and grinned. "Hey, I had to be careful. Sneaking up on you is dangerous. Never know what I may see."
I took a drink. "Not what a daughter should be seeing."
Tara sipped her beer. She spoke, barely over a whisper. "Then don't stop by unannounced at my house or you'll have the same problem."
I heard her but pretended I didn't. "What?"
"Nothing dad. So, what's for dinner?"
"No burgers. I'm making chicken parm."
"In a lounge chair? How inventive."
I slapped her bare thigh and got up. "Very funny, young lady. You wanna help?"
Tara finished her beer and got up. "Sure. Been a while since we cooked together."
Before we got started, Tara got out the tequila and two shot glasses. I laughed. "Tough day?"
She poured out two, offered me one. "New principal."
We bolted the drinks and got to work. It's not a huge kitchen so we bumped into each other. I was still in only a swimsuit, and it felt good to rub against her body as we worked. She didn't shy away either. Nothing overt, just comfortable. There was no mention of our extra-curricular activities, which suited me fine. If she started describing what it was like to fuck an eighteen-year-old, I think I'd cum in my swimsuit.
We talked about work. Her new principal, anal, controlling. I talked about my latest book. Neither of us talked about how we're not getting laid by our respective spouses or why dad's dick seemed to be sticking out a little. There was more tequila.
After dinner, back by the pool. Me in a chair, Tara settling on the large ottoman, each of us with a beer. It's a warm night, light breeze. She takes a drink. "I tutored Rex in his senior year."
"I don't need to know this."
Tara looks at me. "I want to tell it. I'm cheating on my husband and need to justify it."
I sipped my beer, waited.
"I knew Rex found me attractive. He's gorgeous. Tall lean, nice round butt. But he was a student. However, I did tease a little. I told myself I was incentivizing him, right? I'd wear my thinnest bra, short shorts. Never commando but he may have gotten a panty peek or two. I kept him on task. He worked hard and got hard, tough to miss. But I kept it to that.
After his finals, he stopped by. He was ecstatic, he'd not only passed but got better scores than ever. We hugged. I felt his hard cock against my pussy, even through our clothes. He wanted me. I hadn't been wanted in a very long time. I kissed him like a lover. His hands moved down. I stopped them, put my tongue in his ear, and whispered. "After graduation."
I was leaning back in my chair, still in my swimsuit, and now my cock was rigid. I made a decision and just let the bulge show. I had my back to the house. The light from the kitchen behind me highlighted Tara but left me in the dark. I felt it was my turn.
"It was a neighborhood party here. About ten couples. Laurie has always been chatty with me, and she had more to drink that night. I wasn't thinking sex. Yeah, I think she's hot, but she's not my wife and a lot younger, so I never went there, you know?
"Everybody went home. She just hung around, helping to clean up. Jane had been hitting it pretty hard and I'd put her to bed. Laurie offered to help clean up. She's like that, so I didn't think anything of it.
We finished up and I cut off the pool lights. I was inside the open slider. Laurie was outside. She gave me this odd look and a smile. "I'm hot." She said, and as I watched, she stripped and jumped into the pool. I think my jaw just hung open. She swam a quick lap and returned to my end, leaning on the coping and letting her small breasts show. "Join me?" she said.
At that point, I gave in to an urge I didn't know I had. I stripped and dove in over her. She squealed and swam after me. We collided and our mouths met. I was so needy and hard. Laurie went to the stairs, dragging me by the hand. She tossed two cushions on the deck, lay down, and spread her legs. I just mounted her and we fucked. No other word for it. Didn't take long. She came first and then again before I buried myself in her and released. I won't lie. It felt better than anything I've ever done."
I paused, took a deep breath, and a drink. Then I noticed that Tara's legs were spread, and I could see her pussy. Black, dense pubic hair and her vagina open, wet and shiny. Her eyes were glassy, and she was staring at me. She shook her head. "Sorry, dad, that was a bit of a shock."
"I felt it was my turn."
Tara took a long drink. "Yeah, well you got ahead of me."
"Sorry. I got into it."
Tara's eyes glanced at my crotch. "Yeah, so I see." I closed my legs, embarrassed.
Tara stood, a little shaky. "Well, that's enough sharing for one night."
I picked up the bottles and followed her into the house. She stopped and we hugged. I kept my hard cock away from her. She slid her hands lower and pulled me in. I know she could feel me.
"Love ya, dad." Moving her hips against me, just once, just a little.
"Love ya, kid." Me not pulling back.
I heard Janes car. We broke our embrace and went to our separate rooms.
Next morning. On the floor of the guest room, again. A thong, soaked, aimed at the door. I masturbated in the bathroom, same as last time. Is this an invitation? Or are we dancing around something neither of us should do?
Wednesday, again. Tara and I talk and text during the week. Our Wednesday evening chats are never mentioned since Jane does look at my phone, no big deal. Just after breakfast, I was revising chapter twelve when my phone went off, a text. Not a number in my address book and a two-word message. "fill it."
I stared at the message. Tara and I were playing this game, but I didn't know how far it would go. It's one thing to play at this but doing it is different. Don't let all those stories fool you, this can wreck lives in a blink of an eye.
I filled the gusset of that thong with two loads of cum. I can't help it. We're both adults here. I guess I was letting her lead. As Jane left for class, I left the light blue thong with the now, dark gusset lying on the guest room floor. Your move, daughter.
Tara breezed in five minutes later still in her work clothes.
"Hey pops." She said, pecking my lips with hers. That's a first.
"Let me get comfortable. I'll be right back."
I worked on dinner, picturing her walking into the room and seeing her underwear full of her father's cum laying on the floor. I had a chilling thought. I assumed she sent that text. What if...?
Tara walking into the kitchen ended that. Too late now. She had a short sundress on. White, deep scoop in the front, and no bra. Her full breasts swayed as she moved, and I learned something. My daughter has very fat and long nipples. I tried not to stare.
I had my swimsuit on. I debated wearing a jock under it, being careful about my erections, but, after that text, thought what the fuck.
Tara started with a Modelo and a tequila chaser. Gonna be one of those nights. Idle chat while we made dinner and a bit more rubbing than usual. I didn't get hard, but I was bigger, and my daughter's nipples never took a break.
We ate on the pool deck, only the LEDs in the pool water, and the light over the sink in the kitchen for light.
Three Modelos and shots later we lounged in chairs. Tara facing the house. The small light over the sink, through the sheer curtains just enough to make out her body. Our conversation lapsed. She downed her shot and put the glass down.
"I told Rex to stop by the day after he graduated. I swear he was drooling on the phone. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking.
"When he got to the house, I'd left the front door open. He walked in and stopped. 'Oh fuck.' Was all he said. I was on the living room floor, on my back, naked and masturbating. I was so fucking horny. I just looked at him and growled, 'do it.'
"He did. All he had on was shorts and a tee. No briefs. Turns out he was a virgin. He's got a nice cock, not huge, comfortable. He stood over me. I must have looked crazy. My fingers were still inside, and I was soaked. He looked into my eyes, and I nodded.
"He was a little awkward, but he got that cock in me in record time and there we were, on my living room floor, fucking our brains out. I came and came. He came once. I told him, keep going. I knew he'd stay hard. He lasted longer the next time."
Tara paused and took another shot. I made no attempt to hide my erection. She looked at me and gave me a weak smile. She moved in the chair, opened her legs. That same light blue thong said hello, the gusset soaked and dark.
"So, that's how I broke my vows. We hook up where and when we can. I've done it in some risky places."
She put the glass down. "Whew, I'm done."
She got up, weaved, and corrected. "We're both taking a hell of a chance here, dad. We're gonna get caught. Laurie is an idiot and Rex wants to video. I think he's told one of his friends."
She turned and headed for the house, mumbling. "Shame we can't solve each other's problem."
The next morning, I found a new thong, pink, wet. Later, as I worked that same number came up on my texts. 'Thank you. See you Friday.'
Oh yeah. Jane had a college reunion this weekend. Tara had mentioned coming over Friday night. My cock hardened as I read and re-read that text.
In the weeks while this dance went on between my daughter and me, Laurie was a regular visitor. It was always fast. She'd sneak out of her house and come over. If I wasn't hard, she'd kneel on the living room floor and suck my cock till I was ready. I'd get a mouthful of her hard little nipples sometimes and once I got to lick that furry pussy. But Laurie wanted to be fucked, that was it. That was fine with me. She'd walk in, yank her shorts down and lean over the couch. It was fast, hard, and good. This last time, as I came in her pussy, I remembered what Tara said. We were going to get caught and Jane will fuck me like I never want to be fucked. But this pussy in front of me is sooooo good and Jane has no idea.
I didn't get much done for two days. Tara is coming by tonight. Jane is gone for the weekend and Tara's husband is off at a golf tournament. The stage is set, but I don't know the plot. Yeah, she's made some lead-weighted hints, but that's after a few, or more than a few drinks. I don't know what my daughter is thinking, but I'm keeping a clear head.
Tara arrived with her usual small bag. The weather had made a turn and it was steamy hot. I had just climbed out of the pool when Tara came out of the house. She walked right up and hugged me, kissing my lips briefly and with her mouth closed. I liked it, kissed back at her. We broke. My cock got a little harder.
"Now your dress is soaked, young lady."
Tara surprised me. "Well, I need to change anyway."
With that she slid the shoulder straps off and the dress dropped to the pool deck along with my jaw. No, she wasn't naked. She had a lovely bra and panty set. Her nipples, those big fat things, were prominent in the thin material and when I quickly glanced down, black pubic hair fringed the light green triangle that cupped her sex. I may have momentarily stopped breathing. Tara laughed and turned to go into the house.
A thong. Of course. That light green fabric disappeared into the crevice between her full, round ass. I swear I could see more pubic hair between her legs.
"You can close your mouth now, dad. It's no big deal, we're family."
Tara came back out in that same shorts and shirt set from the other night. No bra again, so I guessed that commando was also in place. I was drinking iced tea. She settled in the chair next to mine. The sun was going down, but it was still steamy.
"Whatcha drinkin, pops?"
I held up the glass. "Iced tea. It's great in this heat."
Tara paused. She looked at the glass, then at me. I sipped. No alcohol for me tonight. Your move.
I don't know how to describe someone who is worried, but Tara had that look. She shook it off and filled a glass from the pitcher.
We chatted about nothing and then went in and made dinner. Dined on the pool deck. Still just drinking iced tea.
After we cleaned up from dinner we settled back into our chairs. It was night by now. I'd left the pool lights on.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. Tara put her glass down.
"I broke it off with Rex. He was getting reckless. He didn't mind. He's fucking his best friend's mom too."
I laughed. "Smart move. Laurie broke it off with me. She left George yesterday. Turns out I wasn't the only guy helping her out. Just as well. You're right, it was going to blow up sooner or later."
Tara held up her glass. So, dad. Iced tea?"
I smiled. "I didn't feel like drinking tonight. Didn't seem like a good idea."
Tara sat and looked at me. She took a long sip, letting her mouth linger on the lip of the glass, and as she drank, I saw her tongue tickle the ice. She put the glass down. "Yeah, good idea."
I went to refill the pitcher. As I turned out of the kitchen and opened the slider, Tara stood between me and the pool.
"I'm hot." She said.
I stopped, stunned, as my daughter flipped off her shirt, her breasts jostling, then shoved her shorts off. She stood briefly and I stared. Her skin pale, her thick, black pubic hair a contrasting exclamation point between her legs. She turned and dove into the pool. I didn't drop the pitcher, I managed to put it down as my daughter swam one lap in the pool, returning to the end from which she began, stopping, rising out of the water, letting her full, naked breasts rest on the concrete coping. She smiled at me, cocked her head.
"Join me?"
And just like with Laurie, I yielded. I shoved off my swimsuit and dove over my daughter. I swam to the shallow end, stopping when my hips were still underwater. My cock, of course, was rigid and clearly visible through the crystal water.
Tara swam slowly, then walked up to me. Her eyes never left mine. Her arms slid over my shoulders, around my neck as mine wrapped around her waist. She touched her forehead to mine. Her legs opened just enough to let my erection move between them.
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you, Tara."
She angled her head, paused. I moved mine the other way and touched her lips with mine. It was electric and the switch was thrown.
As we pressed our mouths together, open, tongues touching, she closed her legs around my hard cock, trapping me against her sex, which, even in pool water I could feel was soaked. My hands moved lower, holding her firm round ass against me as we kissed. Tara's hands held my head, pulling me to her. Our mouths crushed together, our tongues wrestling. We panted into each other's mouths.
After a minute or so, Tara broke our kiss. I released her and she moved to the cast-in steps and walked out of the pool.
She looked at me as she dried herself quickly, pausing and glancing at the second towel. I got out and dried myself as my daughter walked away.
She didn't go far. The living room, leaving the slider open. She walked to the couch, stopped, bent over the back, presenting herself. As I walked in, staring at her body, still glistening with water, I stopped and heard her whisper.
"Do it."
I stepped behind my naked daughter, her vagina open and trailing white fluid, her black pubic hair already matted. I gripped her shoulders, she flinched, then sighed. I moved my hips until the head of my penis found the wet embrace. I pushed a little, spreading her lips and nestling the head of my cock in her entrance.
"I love you Tara." I said as I slid my cock into my daughter.
She uttered a primal grunt and orgasmed as my cock hit bottom. I held. I haven't been with a lot of women, but this felt so different, so much better and I knew why. It's forbidden, and it fucking turned me on. I stroked out slowly and back in. Tara sighed and whispered. "Hard and fast, daddy, please."
I fucked her. Just like I fucked Laurie. I didn't last long. In a minute or so, I was panting, feeling my orgasm coming up from my toes.
"Cummin, baby."
"In me." Was all she panted as she came again.
The floor under us was wet with her cum. We were sweating. My hands clamped to her shoulders, leaving marks. She grunted every time I hit bottom. I was fucking the shit out of my daughter, and she was loving it.
I was there. As Tara came all over my cock again, I went deep and held as I released. I concentrated on the feeling in my cock as it swelled and twitched, jetting my forbidden seed. It felt so good. Tara lay like a rag, just taking it.
My orgasm ebbed and I stayed inside my daughter, catching my breath as my erection faded. Tara moved and I stepped back, my cock slurping out of her, followed by a small river of our mixed fluids.
Tara turned and we hugged. Her mouth to my ear. "Now, you're mine. Take me to bed and make love to me."
We showered together, washing each other. I shampooed her hair, massaging her scalp. She said I made her cum, but I doubt it.
Lying in bed, her half over me, talking.
"How long?" she asked.
I didn't want to answer. I felt her finger poke my side. "Tell me."
I sighed. "You were exactly eighteen, not one second sooner. You'd gone from girl to woman. Your breasts were firm and your nipples long, even then. You'd run around in those cotton panties with your pubic hair showing at the gusset You know your mom, so I was frustrated. I felt guilty."
Tara laughed lightly, she shifted. Her breasts moved across my chest, nipples hard. "Good timing. That was the year I peeked at my father masturbating in the shower. The first real penis I'd ever seen. I touched myself as I watched you cum."
Tara lay back on top of me now. "I thought you were the most wonderful and handsome man ever. I masturbated every night, recalling seeing the cum jet out of your hard cock. Did you ever see me naked?"
"Yes, once. You were, of course over eighteen. The bathroom door wasn't latched, and you were masturbating in the shower. I felt like a creep, but I watched you cum and then went to my bathroom to masturbate."
My cock had come back to life and Tara squeezed me with her thighs. "Glad my plan worked. I never knew you saw me. You ever steal your daughter's panties?"
"I was very careful. I'm glad you never knew. But yours were so soft, and many times wet."
Tara rolled off me, lying next to me. "That was no accident. I filled my panties every chance I got. Mom was unhappy. I wanted my daddy to find them and stroke that cock of his in them. I never knew you actually did."
My daughter rolled over slightly; our eyes met.
"Make love to me daddy."
I moved over her, my arms sliding under her shoulders and cupping her head with my hands. Tara spread her legs wide, welcoming her father's love.
I kissed her as I slipped inside her. Slow, gentle loving. We danced the primal dance. She came quietly. I savored the feeling of her vagina wrapped around my erect penis. I had never enjoyed the act of sex more than this.
"Change." Tara said.
Now she was on top, riding me. Her need more urgent. I felt her hard clitoris rubbing on my pubic hair. She'd gasp, and I felt the warm flow. Open-mouthed she looked at me as she rode me. I lay and let her take her pleasure from me. I reached up, pinched, and pulled her fat, long nipples. She gasped and came again.
"Change." She said.
Behind her now. Her on all fours, me driving into her, my hands clamped on her curvy hips, our skin slapping as I hit bottom. Both of us panting, her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, cumming, cumming, as I plowed her from behind. So dirty, so wrong, so good. I was there.
"Cumming, daughter."
"Fill my pussy, daddy. Cum in your daughter's twat."
I stifled a laugh as I held deep and orgasmed. That wonderful feeling of release intensified by using words that remind us of our forbidden love.
The sheets soaked, us sweaty, and finally satisfied. Tara trailing a finger over the sweat-soaked hair on my chest.
"Best sex ever."
I ran finger down the side of her face and across her lips. "Better than a teen with a big fat cock?"
Tara smiled. "No contest and he wasn't that big."
I rolled onto my back. "You wore your father out, young lady."
Tara got up, laughed. "It's only Friday night." Confirming what I thought.
"Dad, we made a shambles of your bed."
I got up. "Well, let's change it and shower. I need sleep."
"Um, I'm sorry, dad. I wasn't thinking. These sheets are soaked. Mom's gonna know."
I whisked off the sheets, revealing the plastic cover. Tara laughed. "You fucker. You knew?"
I went to the closet and got the other sheets. "No, my daughter, I didn't. But I thought it was a possibility, so I prepared."
We showered without incident and fell into bed. I was out in seconds.
I woke first and no, my daughter was not sucking my cock. She was dead asleep with her mouth gaping open, snoring quietly. Not the stuff of romantic novels. I took a few minutes, pulled the sheet back, and admired her body.
As I said before, she's no twig like Laurie, but not fat. I guess curvy is the word. She takes care of herself, exercise, diet, and looks good. I gently touched her pubic hair, thick, jet black against her pale skin.
I got up. I didn't want to wake her. I headed to the kitchen, not bothering to get dressed.
I heard Tara coming down the stairs. I was standing in the kitchen, looking out the window, replaying our night together.
"Regrets? Second thoughts?" Tara said.
I turned to face her. She was beautiful. Leaning on the door frame. Her curvy firm body. That untamed tangle of black between trim thighs. Her breasts sag, just a little, but her nipples are very fat and right now, very long and hard. Her long black hair with that just got fucked, just woke up tousle. Her blue eyes focused on mine. I sipped my coffee, put the mug down.
"I had the same question, but you asked first so I'll answer. My only regret is that I didn't do this sooner and my only second thought is how I'm going to last all weekend."
My cock swelled as my daughter took two steps and we merged. As she captured my erection between her thighs, her lips brushed mine as she whispered. "My thoughts exactly. I have Cialis."
We made out. It was then I knew what I had been missing. Yes, Laurie was fun, but it was sport-fucking, this was love, physical love and I needed it. Tara's hands roamed over my back, clenching my skin as my hands clutched her smooth round ass. I gently fingered her star. Tara moaned and sucked on my tongue.
She had my cock between her thighs, like in the pool. My shaft was drenched in her. My bare feet could feel the wetness on the floor. Tara pulled back.
"See what you do to me? I've been like this since I was sixteen. Wanting my father, but he wouldn't make the move."
I held Tara's breasts, thumbing the nipples. "A father has a place. He has authority over his children. If I made a move when you were that age, it's leveraging my power. You were too young to make that decision."
She held my cock. "But now?"
I sighed as she stroked me. "Now, you're an adult, and fair game."
She laughed, let go, stepped back, sat on a chair. "Come here." She said. I moved closer. She held my erection. "Daddy, I'm going to put your cock in my mouth and suck it. I want you to cum in my mouth."
I exhaled deeply. "Oh, baby. Daddy hasn't had a blowjob in years."
Tara's tongue touched the end of my cock, capturing a drop of pre-cum. "Laurie?"
"Just wanted to fuck, and we never had much time."
Tara licked my cock, teasing me. "Well, we have all weekend, but I will exact a price for this service."
I looked down at my daughter looking up at me, her hand wrapped around my erect cock, her tongue toying with the head. She smiled. "You must eat my pussy. Put your mouth where I pee and please me until I shower your face with my joy."
"You want me to lick your vagina?"
"Yes," She rasped.
"Put my finger up your hole?"
"Both of them." She said as her mouth opened.
"Suck on your clitoris?"
Tara cupped my sack. "Stop talking and cum in my mouth."
Warm, wet lips sliding down, taking all of me into her mouth, her tongue slathering over my penis. Her hand cupping, fondling my balls. She paused, talking around my cock.
"Hold my head, daddy. Fuck my face."
Oh fuck. I nearly blew. I held her head gently in my hands and moved my hips. Tara moaned. I moved faster. Her tongue was all over, licking, flicking. She suctioned my cock. It was too much.
"Daddy's gonna cum in your nasty mouth, daughter."
She sucked harder, her finger found my hole and poked. I blasted my cum into her mouth, her gulping, licking, swallowing. So fuckin good. I tapped her head when it got to be too much. Tara let my cock slowly slide out of my mouth.
"That was fantastic." She said.
"You have no idea." I replied. I pulled her up and moved in.
"You don't mind that..."
My lips touched hers as I spoke. "No, not at all, and I hope you don't mind either."
Tara wrapped her arms around me. "I've tasted pussy. Mine and others."
We kissed, deep and hard. I did taste myself and didn't care. It was nasty tasting my cum in my daughter's mouth. We paused, still in each other's arms.
"I love you so much, dad."
Her naked body felt so good against mine. "More than ever, baby girl."
"So, we're going to solve each other's problem?"
I slid my hand between her legs and cupped her wet pussy. "Every chance we get."
Tara stepped back and grabbed a mug. "Take your pill dad. We got a lot of making up to do."
We had a quick breakfast, and I took my Cialis, guaranteeing an erection all day, or so they say. We talked about being lovers and what it would mean. Tara and I both understood the limitations and risks. We promised each other we would be careful, knowing that sooner or later, we'd break that rule. Forbidden sex is simply too strong a desire.
Sitting in my chair, drinking the last of my coffee, watching Tara do the dishes. My cock rigid again and ready. Tara cleaned up and flashed me, rubbing her pussy or pinching her nipples to taunt me. I love her so much. She slipped the towel back on the rack and walked out of the kitchen.
Tara was in the living room, on the ottoman, now covered with a thick beach towel. On her back, her hands holding her legs up. Her vagina on full display. Lips fat and full. Her inner lips long and everything wet. Her dense mat of pubic hair shone with the shimmer of lust. She took one hand and plucked at her fur. "Maybe I should shave?"
I knelt down. "Never. This is what makes you a woman and I love it. What would you like me to do?"
Tara looked at me. "Eat me. Eat my fucking pussy till I blast in your face. I want my father's face where I pee. I want daddy to make me cum with his tongue."
"OOOOOOHHHH FUUUCCCCK!" Was the next thing my daughter said as I dove in and planted my lips on her opening and lunged my tongue as far up her pussy as I could. Laurie let me lick her once, just after we started. That was two years ago. I hadn't tasted a woman since and I wanted it all. I swirled my tongue, savoring the tart flow and loving the sounds she made. Her hands held my head against her pussy and writhing. I reached up and pinched her nipples hard.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" She cried as my mouth filled. I swallowed and got another mouthful. Her hand gently pressed my head away.
"Gimmie a few, dad. I haven't had my pussy licked in a long time and that was amazing."
She giggled. "You look like shit. Your face is covered. Did I drown you?"
I swiped my hand across my face and licked it. "Almost. I'm ready to try again."
Tara extended her hand. "Later. Help me up. I need your cock in me."
She gently held my erection and walked towards her old bedroom. "Fantasy time, daddy." Tara released my cock and walked ahead of me.
I got to the door. Tara was under just the sheet, feigning sleep. I stood next to the bed. "Tara, baby. Time for school."
Tara blinked and opened her eyes. "Oh daddy, I was having such and nice dream. Um, daddy, why are you naked?"
I feigned covering my erection. "Oh, sorry baby. Daddy slept late and I had hurry to wake you."
Tara giggled and threw back the covers revealing her delicious naked frame. "That's okay, daddy. We both sleep the same way. Look, I get excited while I sleep. Just like you."
She opened her legs as she poked my erection.
"Does mommy help you with your boner in the morning?"
I took my hands away as Tara gently touched my cock. "No, baby. Mommy doesn't do that."
Tara had now grasped my cock and stroked it. Her other hand moved between her legs. "So, daddy has to masturbate, just like I have to?"
Her hand felt perfect on my cock. "Yes, baby. I guess so."
Tara played a bit more. "I'm not a virgin, daddy. Johnny Fabreeze was my first."
I sighed. Her hand was amazing. "Did he break your hymen?"
Tara fingered her pussy. The squish made my cock harder. She paused. "No daddy, I lost my hymen to a carrot at a sleepover. Three of us made a pact to break them. It was fun but I'm needy. Will you be my carrot, daddy?"
I had t laugh. It was too much. I broke character. "You pervert. Did you really do that?"
Tara let go of my cock. "Yes, we did. It was fun. I wanted to explore more but nobody made a move. Get in here and be my sex carrot."
We were still laughing as I settled between my daughter's legs and slipped my arms under her shoulders, my hands holding her head as I placed my cock at her entrance. I leaned down till my forehead touched hers. Tara sighed. "So fuckin good, daddy. I love making love to you."
I gently slid in until the tip of my cock touched her cervix. "I love you, Tara."
She threw her legs around me. "I love you too. Now fuck the shit outa me, please."
We had a fast power fuck. Tara came twice, me once. I got off and stood up. Tara popped out of the bed.
"Go put shorts and a tee shirt on, nothing else. We're going on a journey."
In Kohl's. Tara grabbed the first dresses she saw and headed for the dressing room.
She looked around and we ducked in. Tara giggled as she slipped the straps of her sundress off her shoulders and dropped it. I never get tired of seeing my daughter naked. She and I got me naked, and Tara leaned against the wall as I fucked her. She wasn't noisy, but she wasn't quiet.
"Don't cum." She said a little too loud. She did, twice. Still naked, she yanked the door open. The teenage salesclerk in the dressing room opposite squeaked. The door was open, and she had her hand down her pants. Tara gave her a thumbs up and closed the door.
"I come here to masturbate. I know she listens."
We got dressed, leaving the store clothes on the floor. As we walked [past the red-faced girl, Tara winked and whispered, "He's my dad." I laughed as the girl's mouth fell open. Then she sized me up and blushed again.
Next stop was the little league field. Tara, on her knees, sucking my cock in the dugout. Then I licked her pussy in the press box.
Last stop, her old high school. In the middle of the parking lot at four o'clock on a Saturday afternoon, both of us naked, Tara riding me in the front seat with the windows open. I came like a fountain; we laughed all the way home.
We got home, totally fucked out. After tame showers, we stayed naked, made dinner, and watched a movie. We slipped under the sheets and were out in seconds.
Jane was due home Sunday and I wasn't sure what time so we made love in the morning, cleaned and sanitized the house, which took longer than I expected, and I sent Tara home to her husband dripping my cum out of her pussy.
I had two book signings Monday and didn't get home till four. Jane wasn't downstairs.
As I walked up the stairs, I heard noises from our bedroom. No, I thought, no way she has a lover, hell she won't fuck me.
I turned the corner into our bedroom. Jane, on the bed, naked, plunging a good-sized dildo in and out of her pussy. She was surrounded by sex toys. Vibrators, g-spot vibrators, butt plugs, and a strap-on. It looked like the sale table at Adam & Eve.
My jaw dropped as I looked at the big flat screen. Me and Tara, on this bed, fucking. Her calling me daddy over and over. I wasn't sure which time, but it didn't matter. The whole scene stunned me senseless. I just stood and stared. Jane squeaked and I looked over in time to see a cascade of her cum flow out of her and onto the sheets. She left the fake cock in her pussy and looked at me.
"I was sure you were fucking that slut, Laurie. I felt you didn't respect my needs and were cheating. I put cameras everywhere. I checked them this morning and fainted, literally fainted when I saw our daughter sucking her father's cock. I was incredibly angry. Throw your shit in the yard angry. Set the fucking house on fire angry. But I kept watching. I couldn't shut it off."
Janes shifted on the bed and the dildo fell out of her pussy. She ignored it.
"I don't like sex. I think it's overrated. Well, I did. I fought with myself. This is disgusting, shut it off. I couldn't and then I noticed that I was getting excited. I didn't understand. I hate porn. But I watched as you put your mouth on our daughter's pussy and licked her, drinking her cum. As I watched her ride you, I undressed without even knowing it. I lay naked on the bed and touched myself. I was so excited and then I figured it out. Normal sex is overrated. Dirty, filthy incest is fucking hot. I never knew I had this kink. James, come and fuck me while I watch you fuck our daughter."
I got Jane on all fours, moved behind her, and slammed my cock in. I thought my daughter was hot. My wife was even better. We shifted a little and Jane called Tara on video, making sure that the tv was in the background.
Tara answered and her jaw fell open. Jane grunted. "Get over here and fuck your father for me." Jane tossed the phone off the bed. "Harder, dammit, harder."
Jane came twice more before I heard the front door open and close. A minute later Tara was at the door, naked. Jane smiled. "You're even hotter in person. Come up here. I've never licked a pussy." Jane slid out from under me.
"You go sit in the chair. No cumming. Got it?"
I moved to the chair exchanging confused looks with my daughter.
Tara was on the bed now. Jane tossed her a pillow. "Get on this. That's what you did for dad."
Tara was smart enough to just go with it. When her mother plunged her tongue into her daughter's pussy, the daughter was all on board.
"Oh, mom! Lick me. Oh, fuck!"
Tara held her mother's head against her sex and moaned, cumming in her mom's mouth. I gently stoked my cock. I hadn't cum yet and I was on the edge. This was beyond anything I had ever thought of. Jane was enjoying having her daughter cum on her face. When Tara came, Jane moaned. She paused, talking into pubic hair. "Fuck me, Jim. Fuck me while I eat our daughter."
I was inside my wife in seconds and, sadly, filling her vagina with cum a minute later. I rolled off. Jane rolled off. We three lay there panting. Jane got up, stood next to the bed.
"Okay. This is our secret. Here's the rules. There are none other than full disclosure. You two wanna fuck? Go for it. Just tell me later. Same with Tara and I." My wife looked at me. "You good with this?"
I reached out and ran my fingers between my wife's legs, collecting our combined juices. As the girls watched I brought my hand to my mouth and cleaned it off, looking into my wife's eyes while answering.
"Only if I can fuck the shit out of you every chance I get."
Jane laughed. "Deal. So, I guess this will be a clothing-optional home now?"
Tara got up. "I like that. I have to get home. I'll stop by tomorrow."
She winked as she left.
So, our family developed this new paradigm. Well, three of us. Tanner, who hardly ever visits, was not told, for obvious reasons. Jane and I fucked and sucked with abandon. Having the video of Tara and I running was a requirement, but I didn't care. Jane was into fucking me now and this was what got her there. Tara would stop by when she could, and we all tore up the king-sized bed. Okay, my daughter is cheating on her husband by fucking her parents. Deal with it. Between our family sessions, Tara loved to send videos of her masturbating while watching a video of the three of us. It's a good life.
About two weeks later, Tara stopped by. As usual, as soon as she stepped inside, she stripped. I never get tired of watching my daughter take her clothes off.
Tara hugged her mother, sharing a deep long kiss. She turned and I go the same as she opened her legs and let my now erect cock nestle between them. She broke our kiss but stayed close. She squeezed her thighs. "Is this for your daughter?"
I moved my hips, sliding my erection along her wet slit. "It's a free-use cock."
Tara laughed and pulled away. "I'm glad to hear that because I fucked up, and not in a good way."
Jane frowned. "What happened?"
Tara picked up her phone. "Well, you know how we three swap videos, right? So, I sent one of the three of us going at it. You know, like we do."
I didn't like where this was going. "What went wrong?"
Tara smiled. "Yeah, dad, it went wrong. I wasn't paying attention to my phone. Tanner had been texting me."
Jane paled. "Oh fuck. No."
Tara paused, then spoke. "Yeah. Well, it took a while, but he answered me."
I held up my arms. "Well?"
Tara handed us her phone. Jane and I stood next to each other, and I pushed the button. It was a video. Connie, Tanner's wife on the bed facing away, naked. Tanner, holding the phone and moving it so we can see his impressive cock sliding in and out of his wife's pussy while Tara's video plays on the sixty-inch screen in their bedroom. The message? "Can't wait to visit."
"I don't know why you're so fascinated with my tits. There's nothing there."
I reach out and pinch a nipple. "Never ask why a man finds you attractive."
She bends down and pulls up her panties, now barely covering the thick brown fur of her pussy, soaked with our juice. She giggles. "You like watching me get dressed after you've fucked me?"
I run my finger over the fabric, already soaked. "Like watching them come off better, but yeah."
Laurie pulls up her shorts, tugs her shirt down, leans in for a kiss. "You're a pervy old man, James."
I squeeze her pussy through the fabric. "And proud of it."
"I gotta go, old man. George may be back from the gas station. Ta ta, baby."
I watch her out the door as she walks across my backyard towards hers. I hold my happy cock in my hand and wonder how soon the next time will be.
Oh, I'm married, Laurie is too. My wife, Jane is a wonderful person, but a terrible and uninterested lover. We had twins and, after that, her focus was the kids and her new career as a Pilates instructor. I haven't had sex with her in almost a year. I stopped asking and she never does. Laurie's old man does something for a living and does it well. They have gobs of money. He hasn't touched her in forever, she thinks he's gay. But she loves the life.
She started flirting with me, surprised the hell out of me. But I went with it and here we are. No romance here, just raw satisfaction. Laurie loves to fuck, and I love to fuck her.
Jim isn't my name. I've written a couple of bestselling novels and cheating on my wife is not good for sales. So, Jim, it is.
I'm still half-naked so I pick up my shorts and head for the shower. Jane has evening classes today and our daughter Tara, Tara, is coming over for dinner in a little too soon. I open a window to get the sex smell out of the air and my cock twitches at the memory. Laurie is a good fuck.
I'm sipping a Modelo on the pool deck when Tara breezes through the slider from the house. She's thirty-two, married, couple of little kids, built like her parents, sturdy, not fat, curvy, a full chest, long black hair. She has a beer in her hand as she drops into the chair next to me.
"What's for dinner, pops?"
"Filet mignon, twice baked potatoes, sautéed green beans. But I forgot to get the filet, the potatoes went bad, and the green beans smell like farts."
Tara laughed. "You kill me, dad. Burgers?"
I sipped my beer. "Burgers."
Tara is a schoolteacher. She's married to Rob. I don't know why. Tara is vibrant, funny, daring. Rob is one-dimensional on a good day. But it works and I don't ask. Her twin brother, Tanner lives out in Texas with his spark plug of a wife. I like her, she lights up any room she enters.
Rob works late on Wednesdays and, as I said, Jane has late classes. We started this dinner thing, it's nice. Just dad and daughter. We drink and talk as I grill. This is our thing. Talk about her work, my latest book, her kids. It's easy. Sometimes, she has one too many and stays in her old room for the night. It's happened enough that she brings some clothes with her. She joked once that a daughter should not have the walk of shame from her parent's house.
It's dark. The underwater LEDs in the pool are the only light. Jane will be home soon. The conversation lapses. Tara takes a drink. "Hmm, think I'll be staying the night."
I sip my beer. "S'ok, you're always welcome here."
A beat of silence then Tara says. "Won't interfere with you fucking Laurie Van B?"
I feel a cold chill come over me. I don't have an answer. Tara waits, then resumes. "I got off work early, stopped by, walked around because I thought you'd be in the pool. Quite a sight, her over the couch and my father's ass clenching as he fucked her. Nice, father, she's what? Ten years younger than you?"
"Fifteen, and I can explain."
Tara got up. "You don't have to, dad. I understand. I mean that. I know you love mom and I know she is not interested in sex. I was just shocked. A girl doesn't usually get to see her dad like that."
She turned to go into the house, mumbling. "But I liked it." She stopped at the slider, weaving a little, looked at me over her shoulder. "Just to even the score, dad, I'm fucking one of my students from last year. He's eighteen and can go forever. Rob works too much, and I have a sex drive like my old man."
I was up early, made the coffee. In deference to my guest, I'd put on an old pair of running shorts. Tara came in, dressed for work.
"Sorry, kid, I forgot you stayed over."
She paused at the doorway. "Dad. Are we good?"
I remembered last night's closing remarks. "Yeah, we're good. You really slammed me with that, well, both comments. So, it looks like we share a secret now."
"We can leave it in the past if you want."
I turned to face her. "No. It's fucked up, but it's out there, ya know? Partners in crime?"
Tara smiled and came to me. We hugged. I felt odd in just loose shorts and hugging her was stirring me in ways that I have fought for years. I let go as my cock got a little bigger. It was brief but nice, but I have to be careful. I think Tara saw my situation but said nothing.
We had a quick breakfast, Tara went back up, got her bag, and headed off to school. I went up to wake Jane, passing the guest room.
On the floor, facing me. Tara's panties. No accident. Clearly a gift. I was confused. I picked them up, wet, steamy. One stray black hair. I pressed them to my face. My deepest secret, my lust for my daughter. I was so careful, never got caught, but now, what does this mean? It could be an accident.
I'm in the hall bathroom. I have Tara's panties pressed to my mouth as I masturbate. I'm cumming, great long streams all over the sink. So good, so wrong. I go back and put them under the guest bed. Jane never goes in there. They'll be there later when I masturbate with them again and, if she finds them, there's a reason.
The next Wednesday Tara texted me. "Gonna stop by tonight. Rob's working."
That was subtle. Don't let me catch you fucking the skinny neighbor.
By the pool with my Modello when the gate inched open. Tara made a show of peeking around the corner. I threw a towel at her. "Very funny, young lady."
Tara got a beer and settled in the lounge next to me. She looked good in bright yellow shorts and a turquoise tank top and matching bra. She was big enough that no bra would be obvious. She sipped and grinned. "Hey, I had to be careful. Sneaking up on you is dangerous. Never know what I may see."
I took a drink. "Not what a daughter should be seeing."
Tara sipped her beer. She spoke, barely over a whisper. "Then don't stop by unannounced at my house or you'll have the same problem."
I heard her but pretended I didn't. "What?"
"Nothing dad. So, what's for dinner?"
"No burgers. I'm making chicken parm."
"In a lounge chair? How inventive."
I slapped her bare thigh and got up. "Very funny, young lady. You wanna help?"
Tara finished her beer and got up. "Sure. Been a while since we cooked together."
Before we got started, Tara got out the tequila and two shot glasses. I laughed. "Tough day?"
She poured out two, offered me one. "New principal."
We bolted the drinks and got to work. It's not a huge kitchen so we bumped into each other. I was still in only a swimsuit, and it felt good to rub against her body as we worked. She didn't shy away either. Nothing overt, just comfortable. There was no mention of our extra-curricular activities, which suited me fine. If she started describing what it was like to fuck an eighteen-year-old, I think I'd cum in my swimsuit.
We talked about work. Her new principal, anal, controlling. I talked about my latest book. Neither of us talked about how we're not getting laid by our respective spouses or why dad's dick seemed to be sticking out a little. There was more tequila.
After dinner, back by the pool. Me in a chair, Tara settling on the large ottoman, each of us with a beer. It's a warm night, light breeze. She takes a drink. "I tutored Rex in his senior year."
"I don't need to know this."
Tara looks at me. "I want to tell it. I'm cheating on my husband and need to justify it."
I sipped my beer, waited.
"I knew Rex found me attractive. He's gorgeous. Tall lean, nice round butt. But he was a student. However, I did tease a little. I told myself I was incentivizing him, right? I'd wear my thinnest bra, short shorts. Never commando but he may have gotten a panty peek or two. I kept him on task. He worked hard and got hard, tough to miss. But I kept it to that.
After his finals, he stopped by. He was ecstatic, he'd not only passed but got better scores than ever. We hugged. I felt his hard cock against my pussy, even through our clothes. He wanted me. I hadn't been wanted in a very long time. I kissed him like a lover. His hands moved down. I stopped them, put my tongue in his ear, and whispered. "After graduation."
I was leaning back in my chair, still in my swimsuit, and now my cock was rigid. I made a decision and just let the bulge show. I had my back to the house. The light from the kitchen behind me highlighted Tara but left me in the dark. I felt it was my turn.
"It was a neighborhood party here. About ten couples. Laurie has always been chatty with me, and she had more to drink that night. I wasn't thinking sex. Yeah, I think she's hot, but she's not my wife and a lot younger, so I never went there, you know?
"Everybody went home. She just hung around, helping to clean up. Jane had been hitting it pretty hard and I'd put her to bed. Laurie offered to help clean up. She's like that, so I didn't think anything of it.
We finished up and I cut off the pool lights. I was inside the open slider. Laurie was outside. She gave me this odd look and a smile. "I'm hot." She said, and as I watched, she stripped and jumped into the pool. I think my jaw just hung open. She swam a quick lap and returned to my end, leaning on the coping and letting her small breasts show. "Join me?" she said.
At that point, I gave in to an urge I didn't know I had. I stripped and dove in over her. She squealed and swam after me. We collided and our mouths met. I was so needy and hard. Laurie went to the stairs, dragging me by the hand. She tossed two cushions on the deck, lay down, and spread her legs. I just mounted her and we fucked. No other word for it. Didn't take long. She came first and then again before I buried myself in her and released. I won't lie. It felt better than anything I've ever done."
I paused, took a deep breath, and a drink. Then I noticed that Tara's legs were spread, and I could see her pussy. Black, dense pubic hair and her vagina open, wet and shiny. Her eyes were glassy, and she was staring at me. She shook her head. "Sorry, dad, that was a bit of a shock."
"I felt it was my turn."
Tara took a long drink. "Yeah, well you got ahead of me."
"Sorry. I got into it."
Tara's eyes glanced at my crotch. "Yeah, so I see." I closed my legs, embarrassed.
Tara stood, a little shaky. "Well, that's enough sharing for one night."
I picked up the bottles and followed her into the house. She stopped and we hugged. I kept my hard cock away from her. She slid her hands lower and pulled me in. I know she could feel me.
"Love ya, dad." Moving her hips against me, just once, just a little.
"Love ya, kid." Me not pulling back.
I heard Janes car. We broke our embrace and went to our separate rooms.
Next morning. On the floor of the guest room, again. A thong, soaked, aimed at the door. I masturbated in the bathroom, same as last time. Is this an invitation? Or are we dancing around something neither of us should do?
Wednesday, again. Tara and I talk and text during the week. Our Wednesday evening chats are never mentioned since Jane does look at my phone, no big deal. Just after breakfast, I was revising chapter twelve when my phone went off, a text. Not a number in my address book and a two-word message. "fill it."
I stared at the message. Tara and I were playing this game, but I didn't know how far it would go. It's one thing to play at this but doing it is different. Don't let all those stories fool you, this can wreck lives in a blink of an eye.
I filled the gusset of that thong with two loads of cum. I can't help it. We're both adults here. I guess I was letting her lead. As Jane left for class, I left the light blue thong with the now, dark gusset lying on the guest room floor. Your move, daughter.
Tara breezed in five minutes later still in her work clothes.
"Hey pops." She said, pecking my lips with hers. That's a first.
"Let me get comfortable. I'll be right back."
I worked on dinner, picturing her walking into the room and seeing her underwear full of her father's cum laying on the floor. I had a chilling thought. I assumed she sent that text. What if...?
Tara walking into the kitchen ended that. Too late now. She had a short sundress on. White, deep scoop in the front, and no bra. Her full breasts swayed as she moved, and I learned something. My daughter has very fat and long nipples. I tried not to stare.
I had my swimsuit on. I debated wearing a jock under it, being careful about my erections, but, after that text, thought what the fuck.
Tara started with a Modelo and a tequila chaser. Gonna be one of those nights. Idle chat while we made dinner and a bit more rubbing than usual. I didn't get hard, but I was bigger, and my daughter's nipples never took a break.
We ate on the pool deck, only the LEDs in the pool water, and the light over the sink in the kitchen for light.
Three Modelos and shots later we lounged in chairs. Tara facing the house. The small light over the sink, through the sheer curtains just enough to make out her body. Our conversation lapsed. She downed her shot and put the glass down.
"I told Rex to stop by the day after he graduated. I swear he was drooling on the phone. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking.
"When he got to the house, I'd left the front door open. He walked in and stopped. 'Oh fuck.' Was all he said. I was on the living room floor, on my back, naked and masturbating. I was so fucking horny. I just looked at him and growled, 'do it.'
"He did. All he had on was shorts and a tee. No briefs. Turns out he was a virgin. He's got a nice cock, not huge, comfortable. He stood over me. I must have looked crazy. My fingers were still inside, and I was soaked. He looked into my eyes, and I nodded.
"He was a little awkward, but he got that cock in me in record time and there we were, on my living room floor, fucking our brains out. I came and came. He came once. I told him, keep going. I knew he'd stay hard. He lasted longer the next time."
Tara paused and took another shot. I made no attempt to hide my erection. She looked at me and gave me a weak smile. She moved in the chair, opened her legs. That same light blue thong said hello, the gusset soaked and dark.
"So, that's how I broke my vows. We hook up where and when we can. I've done it in some risky places."
She put the glass down. "Whew, I'm done."
She got up, weaved, and corrected. "We're both taking a hell of a chance here, dad. We're gonna get caught. Laurie is an idiot and Rex wants to video. I think he's told one of his friends."
She turned and headed for the house, mumbling. "Shame we can't solve each other's problem."
The next morning, I found a new thong, pink, wet. Later, as I worked that same number came up on my texts. 'Thank you. See you Friday.'
Oh yeah. Jane had a college reunion this weekend. Tara had mentioned coming over Friday night. My cock hardened as I read and re-read that text.
In the weeks while this dance went on between my daughter and me, Laurie was a regular visitor. It was always fast. She'd sneak out of her house and come over. If I wasn't hard, she'd kneel on the living room floor and suck my cock till I was ready. I'd get a mouthful of her hard little nipples sometimes and once I got to lick that furry pussy. But Laurie wanted to be fucked, that was it. That was fine with me. She'd walk in, yank her shorts down and lean over the couch. It was fast, hard, and good. This last time, as I came in her pussy, I remembered what Tara said. We were going to get caught and Jane will fuck me like I never want to be fucked. But this pussy in front of me is sooooo good and Jane has no idea.
I didn't get much done for two days. Tara is coming by tonight. Jane is gone for the weekend and Tara's husband is off at a golf tournament. The stage is set, but I don't know the plot. Yeah, she's made some lead-weighted hints, but that's after a few, or more than a few drinks. I don't know what my daughter is thinking, but I'm keeping a clear head.
Tara arrived with her usual small bag. The weather had made a turn and it was steamy hot. I had just climbed out of the pool when Tara came out of the house. She walked right up and hugged me, kissing my lips briefly and with her mouth closed. I liked it, kissed back at her. We broke. My cock got a little harder.
"Now your dress is soaked, young lady."
Tara surprised me. "Well, I need to change anyway."
With that she slid the shoulder straps off and the dress dropped to the pool deck along with my jaw. No, she wasn't naked. She had a lovely bra and panty set. Her nipples, those big fat things, were prominent in the thin material and when I quickly glanced down, black pubic hair fringed the light green triangle that cupped her sex. I may have momentarily stopped breathing. Tara laughed and turned to go into the house.
A thong. Of course. That light green fabric disappeared into the crevice between her full, round ass. I swear I could see more pubic hair between her legs.
"You can close your mouth now, dad. It's no big deal, we're family."
Tara came back out in that same shorts and shirt set from the other night. No bra again, so I guessed that commando was also in place. I was drinking iced tea. She settled in the chair next to mine. The sun was going down, but it was still steamy.
"Whatcha drinkin, pops?"
I held up the glass. "Iced tea. It's great in this heat."
Tara paused. She looked at the glass, then at me. I sipped. No alcohol for me tonight. Your move.
I don't know how to describe someone who is worried, but Tara had that look. She shook it off and filled a glass from the pitcher.
We chatted about nothing and then went in and made dinner. Dined on the pool deck. Still just drinking iced tea.
After we cleaned up from dinner we settled back into our chairs. It was night by now. I'd left the pool lights on.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. Tara put her glass down.
"I broke it off with Rex. He was getting reckless. He didn't mind. He's fucking his best friend's mom too."
I laughed. "Smart move. Laurie broke it off with me. She left George yesterday. Turns out I wasn't the only guy helping her out. Just as well. You're right, it was going to blow up sooner or later."
Tara held up her glass. So, dad. Iced tea?"
I smiled. "I didn't feel like drinking tonight. Didn't seem like a good idea."
Tara sat and looked at me. She took a long sip, letting her mouth linger on the lip of the glass, and as she drank, I saw her tongue tickle the ice. She put the glass down. "Yeah, good idea."
I went to refill the pitcher. As I turned out of the kitchen and opened the slider, Tara stood between me and the pool.
"I'm hot." She said.
I stopped, stunned, as my daughter flipped off her shirt, her breasts jostling, then shoved her shorts off. She stood briefly and I stared. Her skin pale, her thick, black pubic hair a contrasting exclamation point between her legs. She turned and dove into the pool. I didn't drop the pitcher, I managed to put it down as my daughter swam one lap in the pool, returning to the end from which she began, stopping, rising out of the water, letting her full, naked breasts rest on the concrete coping. She smiled at me, cocked her head.
"Join me?"
And just like with Laurie, I yielded. I shoved off my swimsuit and dove over my daughter. I swam to the shallow end, stopping when my hips were still underwater. My cock, of course, was rigid and clearly visible through the crystal water.
Tara swam slowly, then walked up to me. Her eyes never left mine. Her arms slid over my shoulders, around my neck as mine wrapped around her waist. She touched her forehead to mine. Her legs opened just enough to let my erection move between them.
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you, Tara."
She angled her head, paused. I moved mine the other way and touched her lips with mine. It was electric and the switch was thrown.
As we pressed our mouths together, open, tongues touching, she closed her legs around my hard cock, trapping me against her sex, which, even in pool water I could feel was soaked. My hands moved lower, holding her firm round ass against me as we kissed. Tara's hands held my head, pulling me to her. Our mouths crushed together, our tongues wrestling. We panted into each other's mouths.
After a minute or so, Tara broke our kiss. I released her and she moved to the cast-in steps and walked out of the pool.
She looked at me as she dried herself quickly, pausing and glancing at the second towel. I got out and dried myself as my daughter walked away.
She didn't go far. The living room, leaving the slider open. She walked to the couch, stopped, bent over the back, presenting herself. As I walked in, staring at her body, still glistening with water, I stopped and heard her whisper.
"Do it."
I stepped behind my naked daughter, her vagina open and trailing white fluid, her black pubic hair already matted. I gripped her shoulders, she flinched, then sighed. I moved my hips until the head of my penis found the wet embrace. I pushed a little, spreading her lips and nestling the head of my cock in her entrance.
"I love you Tara." I said as I slid my cock into my daughter.
She uttered a primal grunt and orgasmed as my cock hit bottom. I held. I haven't been with a lot of women, but this felt so different, so much better and I knew why. It's forbidden, and it fucking turned me on. I stroked out slowly and back in. Tara sighed and whispered. "Hard and fast, daddy, please."
I fucked her. Just like I fucked Laurie. I didn't last long. In a minute or so, I was panting, feeling my orgasm coming up from my toes.
"Cummin, baby."
"In me." Was all she panted as she came again.
The floor under us was wet with her cum. We were sweating. My hands clamped to her shoulders, leaving marks. She grunted every time I hit bottom. I was fucking the shit out of my daughter, and she was loving it.
I was there. As Tara came all over my cock again, I went deep and held as I released. I concentrated on the feeling in my cock as it swelled and twitched, jetting my forbidden seed. It felt so good. Tara lay like a rag, just taking it.
My orgasm ebbed and I stayed inside my daughter, catching my breath as my erection faded. Tara moved and I stepped back, my cock slurping out of her, followed by a small river of our mixed fluids.
Tara turned and we hugged. Her mouth to my ear. "Now, you're mine. Take me to bed and make love to me."
We showered together, washing each other. I shampooed her hair, massaging her scalp. She said I made her cum, but I doubt it.
Lying in bed, her half over me, talking.
"How long?" she asked.
I didn't want to answer. I felt her finger poke my side. "Tell me."
I sighed. "You were exactly eighteen, not one second sooner. You'd gone from girl to woman. Your breasts were firm and your nipples long, even then. You'd run around in those cotton panties with your pubic hair showing at the gusset You know your mom, so I was frustrated. I felt guilty."
Tara laughed lightly, she shifted. Her breasts moved across my chest, nipples hard. "Good timing. That was the year I peeked at my father masturbating in the shower. The first real penis I'd ever seen. I touched myself as I watched you cum."
Tara lay back on top of me now. "I thought you were the most wonderful and handsome man ever. I masturbated every night, recalling seeing the cum jet out of your hard cock. Did you ever see me naked?"
"Yes, once. You were, of course over eighteen. The bathroom door wasn't latched, and you were masturbating in the shower. I felt like a creep, but I watched you cum and then went to my bathroom to masturbate."
My cock had come back to life and Tara squeezed me with her thighs. "Glad my plan worked. I never knew you saw me. You ever steal your daughter's panties?"
"I was very careful. I'm glad you never knew. But yours were so soft, and many times wet."
Tara rolled off me, lying next to me. "That was no accident. I filled my panties every chance I got. Mom was unhappy. I wanted my daddy to find them and stroke that cock of his in them. I never knew you actually did."
My daughter rolled over slightly; our eyes met.
"Make love to me daddy."
I moved over her, my arms sliding under her shoulders and cupping her head with my hands. Tara spread her legs wide, welcoming her father's love.
I kissed her as I slipped inside her. Slow, gentle loving. We danced the primal dance. She came quietly. I savored the feeling of her vagina wrapped around my erect penis. I had never enjoyed the act of sex more than this.
"Change." Tara said.
Now she was on top, riding me. Her need more urgent. I felt her hard clitoris rubbing on my pubic hair. She'd gasp, and I felt the warm flow. Open-mouthed she looked at me as she rode me. I lay and let her take her pleasure from me. I reached up, pinched, and pulled her fat, long nipples. She gasped and came again.
"Change." She said.
Behind her now. Her on all fours, me driving into her, my hands clamped on her curvy hips, our skin slapping as I hit bottom. Both of us panting, her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, cumming, cumming, as I plowed her from behind. So dirty, so wrong, so good. I was there.
"Cumming, daughter."
"Fill my pussy, daddy. Cum in your daughter's twat."
I stifled a laugh as I held deep and orgasmed. That wonderful feeling of release intensified by using words that remind us of our forbidden love.
The sheets soaked, us sweaty, and finally satisfied. Tara trailing a finger over the sweat-soaked hair on my chest.
"Best sex ever."
I ran finger down the side of her face and across her lips. "Better than a teen with a big fat cock?"
Tara smiled. "No contest and he wasn't that big."
I rolled onto my back. "You wore your father out, young lady."
Tara got up, laughed. "It's only Friday night." Confirming what I thought.
"Dad, we made a shambles of your bed."
I got up. "Well, let's change it and shower. I need sleep."
"Um, I'm sorry, dad. I wasn't thinking. These sheets are soaked. Mom's gonna know."
I whisked off the sheets, revealing the plastic cover. Tara laughed. "You fucker. You knew?"
I went to the closet and got the other sheets. "No, my daughter, I didn't. But I thought it was a possibility, so I prepared."
We showered without incident and fell into bed. I was out in seconds.
I woke first and no, my daughter was not sucking my cock. She was dead asleep with her mouth gaping open, snoring quietly. Not the stuff of romantic novels. I took a few minutes, pulled the sheet back, and admired her body.
As I said before, she's no twig like Laurie, but not fat. I guess curvy is the word. She takes care of herself, exercise, diet, and looks good. I gently touched her pubic hair, thick, jet black against her pale skin.
I got up. I didn't want to wake her. I headed to the kitchen, not bothering to get dressed.
I heard Tara coming down the stairs. I was standing in the kitchen, looking out the window, replaying our night together.
"Regrets? Second thoughts?" Tara said.
I turned to face her. She was beautiful. Leaning on the door frame. Her curvy firm body. That untamed tangle of black between trim thighs. Her breasts sag, just a little, but her nipples are very fat and right now, very long and hard. Her long black hair with that just got fucked, just woke up tousle. Her blue eyes focused on mine. I sipped my coffee, put the mug down.
"I had the same question, but you asked first so I'll answer. My only regret is that I didn't do this sooner and my only second thought is how I'm going to last all weekend."
My cock swelled as my daughter took two steps and we merged. As she captured my erection between her thighs, her lips brushed mine as she whispered. "My thoughts exactly. I have Cialis."
We made out. It was then I knew what I had been missing. Yes, Laurie was fun, but it was sport-fucking, this was love, physical love and I needed it. Tara's hands roamed over my back, clenching my skin as my hands clutched her smooth round ass. I gently fingered her star. Tara moaned and sucked on my tongue.
She had my cock between her thighs, like in the pool. My shaft was drenched in her. My bare feet could feel the wetness on the floor. Tara pulled back.
"See what you do to me? I've been like this since I was sixteen. Wanting my father, but he wouldn't make the move."
I held Tara's breasts, thumbing the nipples. "A father has a place. He has authority over his children. If I made a move when you were that age, it's leveraging my power. You were too young to make that decision."
She held my cock. "But now?"
I sighed as she stroked me. "Now, you're an adult, and fair game."
She laughed, let go, stepped back, sat on a chair. "Come here." She said. I moved closer. She held my erection. "Daddy, I'm going to put your cock in my mouth and suck it. I want you to cum in my mouth."
I exhaled deeply. "Oh, baby. Daddy hasn't had a blowjob in years."
Tara's tongue touched the end of my cock, capturing a drop of pre-cum. "Laurie?"
"Just wanted to fuck, and we never had much time."
Tara licked my cock, teasing me. "Well, we have all weekend, but I will exact a price for this service."
I looked down at my daughter looking up at me, her hand wrapped around my erect cock, her tongue toying with the head. She smiled. "You must eat my pussy. Put your mouth where I pee and please me until I shower your face with my joy."
"You want me to lick your vagina?"
"Yes," She rasped.
"Put my finger up your hole?"
"Both of them." She said as her mouth opened.
"Suck on your clitoris?"
Tara cupped my sack. "Stop talking and cum in my mouth."
Warm, wet lips sliding down, taking all of me into her mouth, her tongue slathering over my penis. Her hand cupping, fondling my balls. She paused, talking around my cock.
"Hold my head, daddy. Fuck my face."
Oh fuck. I nearly blew. I held her head gently in my hands and moved my hips. Tara moaned. I moved faster. Her tongue was all over, licking, flicking. She suctioned my cock. It was too much.
"Daddy's gonna cum in your nasty mouth, daughter."
She sucked harder, her finger found my hole and poked. I blasted my cum into her mouth, her gulping, licking, swallowing. So fuckin good. I tapped her head when it got to be too much. Tara let my cock slowly slide out of my mouth.
"That was fantastic." She said.
"You have no idea." I replied. I pulled her up and moved in.
"You don't mind that..."
My lips touched hers as I spoke. "No, not at all, and I hope you don't mind either."
Tara wrapped her arms around me. "I've tasted pussy. Mine and others."
We kissed, deep and hard. I did taste myself and didn't care. It was nasty tasting my cum in my daughter's mouth. We paused, still in each other's arms.
"I love you so much, dad."
Her naked body felt so good against mine. "More than ever, baby girl."
"So, we're going to solve each other's problem?"
I slid my hand between her legs and cupped her wet pussy. "Every chance we get."
Tara stepped back and grabbed a mug. "Take your pill dad. We got a lot of making up to do."
We had a quick breakfast, and I took my Cialis, guaranteeing an erection all day, or so they say. We talked about being lovers and what it would mean. Tara and I both understood the limitations and risks. We promised each other we would be careful, knowing that sooner or later, we'd break that rule. Forbidden sex is simply too strong a desire.
Sitting in my chair, drinking the last of my coffee, watching Tara do the dishes. My cock rigid again and ready. Tara cleaned up and flashed me, rubbing her pussy or pinching her nipples to taunt me. I love her so much. She slipped the towel back on the rack and walked out of the kitchen.
Tara was in the living room, on the ottoman, now covered with a thick beach towel. On her back, her hands holding her legs up. Her vagina on full display. Lips fat and full. Her inner lips long and everything wet. Her dense mat of pubic hair shone with the shimmer of lust. She took one hand and plucked at her fur. "Maybe I should shave?"
I knelt down. "Never. This is what makes you a woman and I love it. What would you like me to do?"
Tara looked at me. "Eat me. Eat my fucking pussy till I blast in your face. I want my father's face where I pee. I want daddy to make me cum with his tongue."
"OOOOOOHHHH FUUUCCCCK!" Was the next thing my daughter said as I dove in and planted my lips on her opening and lunged my tongue as far up her pussy as I could. Laurie let me lick her once, just after we started. That was two years ago. I hadn't tasted a woman since and I wanted it all. I swirled my tongue, savoring the tart flow and loving the sounds she made. Her hands held my head against her pussy and writhing. I reached up and pinched her nipples hard.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" She cried as my mouth filled. I swallowed and got another mouthful. Her hand gently pressed my head away.
"Gimmie a few, dad. I haven't had my pussy licked in a long time and that was amazing."
She giggled. "You look like shit. Your face is covered. Did I drown you?"
I swiped my hand across my face and licked it. "Almost. I'm ready to try again."
Tara extended her hand. "Later. Help me up. I need your cock in me."
She gently held my erection and walked towards her old bedroom. "Fantasy time, daddy." Tara released my cock and walked ahead of me.
I got to the door. Tara was under just the sheet, feigning sleep. I stood next to the bed. "Tara, baby. Time for school."
Tara blinked and opened her eyes. "Oh daddy, I was having such and nice dream. Um, daddy, why are you naked?"
I feigned covering my erection. "Oh, sorry baby. Daddy slept late and I had hurry to wake you."
Tara giggled and threw back the covers revealing her delicious naked frame. "That's okay, daddy. We both sleep the same way. Look, I get excited while I sleep. Just like you."
She opened her legs as she poked my erection.
"Does mommy help you with your boner in the morning?"
I took my hands away as Tara gently touched my cock. "No, baby. Mommy doesn't do that."
Tara had now grasped my cock and stroked it. Her other hand moved between her legs. "So, daddy has to masturbate, just like I have to?"
Her hand felt perfect on my cock. "Yes, baby. I guess so."
Tara played a bit more. "I'm not a virgin, daddy. Johnny Fabreeze was my first."
I sighed. Her hand was amazing. "Did he break your hymen?"
Tara fingered her pussy. The squish made my cock harder. She paused. "No daddy, I lost my hymen to a carrot at a sleepover. Three of us made a pact to break them. It was fun but I'm needy. Will you be my carrot, daddy?"
I had t laugh. It was too much. I broke character. "You pervert. Did you really do that?"
Tara let go of my cock. "Yes, we did. It was fun. I wanted to explore more but nobody made a move. Get in here and be my sex carrot."
We were still laughing as I settled between my daughter's legs and slipped my arms under her shoulders, my hands holding her head as I placed my cock at her entrance. I leaned down till my forehead touched hers. Tara sighed. "So fuckin good, daddy. I love making love to you."
I gently slid in until the tip of my cock touched her cervix. "I love you, Tara."
She threw her legs around me. "I love you too. Now fuck the shit outa me, please."
We had a fast power fuck. Tara came twice, me once. I got off and stood up. Tara popped out of the bed.
"Go put shorts and a tee shirt on, nothing else. We're going on a journey."
In Kohl's. Tara grabbed the first dresses she saw and headed for the dressing room.
She looked around and we ducked in. Tara giggled as she slipped the straps of her sundress off her shoulders and dropped it. I never get tired of seeing my daughter naked. She and I got me naked, and Tara leaned against the wall as I fucked her. She wasn't noisy, but she wasn't quiet.
"Don't cum." She said a little too loud. She did, twice. Still naked, she yanked the door open. The teenage salesclerk in the dressing room opposite squeaked. The door was open, and she had her hand down her pants. Tara gave her a thumbs up and closed the door.
"I come here to masturbate. I know she listens."
We got dressed, leaving the store clothes on the floor. As we walked [past the red-faced girl, Tara winked and whispered, "He's my dad." I laughed as the girl's mouth fell open. Then she sized me up and blushed again.
Next stop was the little league field. Tara, on her knees, sucking my cock in the dugout. Then I licked her pussy in the press box.
Last stop, her old high school. In the middle of the parking lot at four o'clock on a Saturday afternoon, both of us naked, Tara riding me in the front seat with the windows open. I came like a fountain; we laughed all the way home.
We got home, totally fucked out. After tame showers, we stayed naked, made dinner, and watched a movie. We slipped under the sheets and were out in seconds.
Jane was due home Sunday and I wasn't sure what time so we made love in the morning, cleaned and sanitized the house, which took longer than I expected, and I sent Tara home to her husband dripping my cum out of her pussy.
I had two book signings Monday and didn't get home till four. Jane wasn't downstairs.
As I walked up the stairs, I heard noises from our bedroom. No, I thought, no way she has a lover, hell she won't fuck me.
I turned the corner into our bedroom. Jane, on the bed, naked, plunging a good-sized dildo in and out of her pussy. She was surrounded by sex toys. Vibrators, g-spot vibrators, butt plugs, and a strap-on. It looked like the sale table at Adam & Eve.
My jaw dropped as I looked at the big flat screen. Me and Tara, on this bed, fucking. Her calling me daddy over and over. I wasn't sure which time, but it didn't matter. The whole scene stunned me senseless. I just stood and stared. Jane squeaked and I looked over in time to see a cascade of her cum flow out of her and onto the sheets. She left the fake cock in her pussy and looked at me.
"I was sure you were fucking that slut, Laurie. I felt you didn't respect my needs and were cheating. I put cameras everywhere. I checked them this morning and fainted, literally fainted when I saw our daughter sucking her father's cock. I was incredibly angry. Throw your shit in the yard angry. Set the fucking house on fire angry. But I kept watching. I couldn't shut it off."
Janes shifted on the bed and the dildo fell out of her pussy. She ignored it.
"I don't like sex. I think it's overrated. Well, I did. I fought with myself. This is disgusting, shut it off. I couldn't and then I noticed that I was getting excited. I didn't understand. I hate porn. But I watched as you put your mouth on our daughter's pussy and licked her, drinking her cum. As I watched her ride you, I undressed without even knowing it. I lay naked on the bed and touched myself. I was so excited and then I figured it out. Normal sex is overrated. Dirty, filthy incest is fucking hot. I never knew I had this kink. James, come and fuck me while I watch you fuck our daughter."
I got Jane on all fours, moved behind her, and slammed my cock in. I thought my daughter was hot. My wife was even better. We shifted a little and Jane called Tara on video, making sure that the tv was in the background.
Tara answered and her jaw fell open. Jane grunted. "Get over here and fuck your father for me." Jane tossed the phone off the bed. "Harder, dammit, harder."
Jane came twice more before I heard the front door open and close. A minute later Tara was at the door, naked. Jane smiled. "You're even hotter in person. Come up here. I've never licked a pussy." Jane slid out from under me.
"You go sit in the chair. No cumming. Got it?"
I moved to the chair exchanging confused looks with my daughter.
Tara was on the bed now. Jane tossed her a pillow. "Get on this. That's what you did for dad."
Tara was smart enough to just go with it. When her mother plunged her tongue into her daughter's pussy, the daughter was all on board.
"Oh, mom! Lick me. Oh, fuck!"
Tara held her mother's head against her sex and moaned, cumming in her mom's mouth. I gently stoked my cock. I hadn't cum yet and I was on the edge. This was beyond anything I had ever thought of. Jane was enjoying having her daughter cum on her face. When Tara came, Jane moaned. She paused, talking into pubic hair. "Fuck me, Jim. Fuck me while I eat our daughter."
I was inside my wife in seconds and, sadly, filling her vagina with cum a minute later. I rolled off. Jane rolled off. We three lay there panting. Jane got up, stood next to the bed.
"Okay. This is our secret. Here's the rules. There are none other than full disclosure. You two wanna fuck? Go for it. Just tell me later. Same with Tara and I." My wife looked at me. "You good with this?"
I reached out and ran my fingers between my wife's legs, collecting our combined juices. As the girls watched I brought my hand to my mouth and cleaned it off, looking into my wife's eyes while answering.
"Only if I can fuck the shit out of you every chance I get."
Jane laughed. "Deal. So, I guess this will be a clothing-optional home now?"
Tara got up. "I like that. I have to get home. I'll stop by tomorrow."
She winked as she left.
So, our family developed this new paradigm. Well, three of us. Tanner, who hardly ever visits, was not told, for obvious reasons. Jane and I fucked and sucked with abandon. Having the video of Tara and I running was a requirement, but I didn't care. Jane was into fucking me now and this was what got her there. Tara would stop by when she could, and we all tore up the king-sized bed. Okay, my daughter is cheating on her husband by fucking her parents. Deal with it. Between our family sessions, Tara loved to send videos of her masturbating while watching a video of the three of us. It's a good life.
About two weeks later, Tara stopped by. As usual, as soon as she stepped inside, she stripped. I never get tired of watching my daughter take her clothes off.
Tara hugged her mother, sharing a deep long kiss. She turned and I go the same as she opened her legs and let my now erect cock nestle between them. She broke our kiss but stayed close. She squeezed her thighs. "Is this for your daughter?"
I moved my hips, sliding my erection along her wet slit. "It's a free-use cock."
Tara laughed and pulled away. "I'm glad to hear that because I fucked up, and not in a good way."
Jane frowned. "What happened?"
Tara picked up her phone. "Well, you know how we three swap videos, right? So, I sent one of the three of us going at it. You know, like we do."
I didn't like where this was going. "What went wrong?"
Tara smiled. "Yeah, dad, it went wrong. I wasn't paying attention to my phone. Tanner had been texting me."
Jane paled. "Oh fuck. No."
Tara paused, then spoke. "Yeah. Well, it took a while, but he answered me."
I held up my arms. "Well?"
Tara handed us her phone. Jane and I stood next to each other, and I pushed the button. It was a video. Connie, Tanner's wife on the bed facing away, naked. Tanner, holding the phone and moving it so we can see his impressive cock sliding in and out of his wife's pussy while Tara's video plays on the sixty-inch screen in their bedroom. The message? "Can't wait to visit."
