Incest/Taboo The Beach House

Hi. I'm George, 47, and divorced. This is a strange story, well, for me. My life has taken a few turns that I never expected and, as such, was ill-prepared for. Up until two years ago, it was very normal. I was married. Louise and I raised two kids, Bob and Jesse, sent them off to college, attended their weddings, and took great pride in our life.

My marriage, well, that was the first turn. Louise and I had a pretty hot sex life. When Jesse got married, she was second, her brother had married the year before, something changed. To make a long story (which would be a good one for this site if I could get Louise to tell it.) short, Louise met Becky at the wedding and they eventually became lovers. I was unaware of this. Obviously, our sex life diminished, a lot, and eventually, we sat down and had, 'the talk'.

When Louise confessed, I was angry. She got angry. The whole scene was awful. Becky had turned my wife into a man-hating activist lesbian. She let it all go at me. I finally just got up and left, got a room, didn't sleep.

I got back to the house the next day. Louise and her belongings were gone. Later I was contacted by a lawyer and terms, which were much better than I expected, were worked out. That was nice. But I was a damaged man. My view of women had been changed. I could have worked through it. I've come to admit that, if she had wanted, I would have welcomed Becky into our lives. But Becky was a man-hater and my wife fell into line, so that would never happen. Plus, some of the things Louise said were vicious. I no longer trusted women, but I still wanted them.

So, I sold the big family home and got a small place at the beach. I settled into a celibate life. I travel a lot for work, so being single is a plus and has gotten me another promotion that changed my travel destinations. That led the second turn.

I was due to attend a conference near Jesse and her husband Frank's place. I talk, text, etc. with both she and her brother, and I let her know I'd be in town. She insisted I stay with them. I told her my flight was arriving in the early hours on a Sunday, so she gave me the code for the door. I'd been in the house before, so I knew the layout. They live in the suburbs, more like country, they have five acres and the house is surrounded by deep woods.

Two weeks later I woke up in Jesse and Frank's house. It was ten-thirty in the morning. I heard voices, so I threw on my travel clothes, my bag was still sitting unopened on the floor.

When I turned the corner into the living room, I noticed that Jesse and Frank were entertaining another couple. By entertaining I mean everybody was naked and my daughter was riding the cock of an older man, late thirties? Frank had the woman on the ottoman, her legs bent back against her body, and well no other way to put it. He was fucking the shit out of her. I hardly noticed him. I couldn't stop watching my daughter.

She's tall and lean, not skinny. My little girl has just enough curve. Her breasts aren't huge but certainly big enough and she doesn't shave her, well, pussy. Her nipples are long, really long and her chest and face get red when she's sexually excited. She talks too. Things like "Fuck me, Ralph, I love your fat cock, I'm so fucking wet."

I learned all this watching the four of them fucking. Jesse didn't see me as I stood and watched. She's beautiful and has the sex drive my wife had before she changed sides. I knew it was wrong. I was invading their privacy. Jesse's breasts jiggled as she rode the big cock. I occasionally masturbate, not much, kinda lost interest. My cock, I noticed, was rigid. I opened my pants and took out my cock, riveted to the lascivious display. I told myself to go back to my room, this was wrong, I stayed. My hand moved and then I was masturbating watching my daughter have sex, fuck, fuck, a big cock. They changed position. Now he was behind her. I saw her gaping wet red pussy as he shoved his cock in. Her firm young breasts hung down and swung as Ralph pounded my daughter's pussy. She groaned. My mind took a picture, a horrible picture, but it was too late. I came, I came so hard. I wanted to catch it, but Jesse turned her head and I had to duck back, orgasming to the vision of being where Ralph was right now.

I quietly went back to the room, took my bag, and slipped out the back door. As I was doing that, I noticed my cock was still hard. The emotions I felt, shock, disgust, shame. But also, I was excited. I got a room, went to my conference and then back home. I ignored the messages and calls from Jesse.

Louise and I had a great sex life, until. But it only included us. No porn, no swinging just two people. I had never even thought of swinging. I thought the idea was dangerous and my life experience reinforced that view. I was disappointed in Jesse and Frank. Fact was, I was in turmoil. I hadn't been with a woman since Louise and my view of them was suspect. I was a celibate worker bee, happy to bury myself in my job. Until now.

I had gotten hard watching my naked daughter have sex. I had shot an enormous load of cum on her carpet. I felt guilty, dirty, but horny. Jesse had given up calling and texting, but she did send an email. It was a week before I read it.

"Dad, I'm so sorry. I can't tell you how sorry I am. I forgot you were coming and with you arriving in the middle of the night by cab I didn't know you were there. Please understand that was not planned.

That being said, I'm not going to apologize for what we were doing. This is our choice. Not that you want to know but these are the only people we do this with. They are husband and wife also. I know you're a very traditional man and mom's leaving was a hard blow. Seeing us, I'm sure just made it worse.

Can we please pretend this didn't happen? I want my dad back. The guy I talk and text with.

Jesse"

I sent a text, "Back home. Conference was boring. Going out to sit on the beach for a while."

"Thanks, dad." Was the reply.

We both did just that and our relationship was healed. But I didn't ask to stay at the house when I was in town, though I did stop by for dinner with both of them.

When I sat at their table, I pictured my daughter, naked, fucking, groaning, cumming. I couldn't deny it and it got worse. I kept replaying it in my mind and could not get it out. I was masturbating twice a day now. I'd found a porn vid that looked like her. In was ashamed but I couldn't stop.

I started seeing a counselor. I had to. My obsession was affecting my work and I had no social life.

Unusual for his line of work, not that I know that much about it, he was very straightforward. Many men lust after their children. If the child is young, this is very bad. But he pointed out, you and your daughter are both adults. He said, just take it easy on myself. This will probably fade over time. He said I needed to find a woman to take the focus off my daughter. He also added that it was very important that I not get the stupid idea that she might be interested, that, in his career, had caused a lot of heartache and anger.

The next turn was a big one. I signed up for dating sites and one adult dating site. I was single, nothing to hide. I met a few women on the regular sites, but nothing clicked. I started chatting with a woman on the adult site. Chantel and I had crossed paths in a chat room where I tended to let myself go and be very randy. Louise had been my first and I was clueless with women, so this room was my outlet. Turns out that the 'real' me is a fun, interesting, sexy guy. Chantel was thirty. Funny, raucous, no filter. Since the room was anonymous, she just let fly and called them as she saw them. We started chatting in a private room. I told my marriage story. She admitted to occasionally bedding women. That put me off. I nearly stopped talking to her. She didn't give up. Told me I needed to get over the man-hating cunt and realize that I was a good-looking, well-hung (yes, we traded naked pics) guy and that she was bi-sexual, but preferred men. I couldn't get enough of Chantal. She was better than the counselor. But she lived 1200 miles away and was fifteen years younger than me.

Then came the next turn. One day Chantal confessed that she had started seeing a man out there. She said that she was going to have to get off the site and focus on him if it got more serious. Then she took my breath away. She said, come and visit. I want to experience you before we have to part and before I'm committed to another. I bought a ticket and reserved a room in record time.

She arrived at my room Friday night, with a suitcase. I let her in as she explained that she had to work Monday and needed to have the right clothes. I was hoping for one night with this amazing woman. I got the most exhausting weekend of my life. She was tall, five-ten, big, not fat, very in shape, firm. Large breasts. Part Cherokee, her hair was so black it was nearly blue, like her eyes, and the skin was dusky. She had expensive, detailed tattoos, not a lot but in interesting locations.

We tore up that room for two days. I lived on room service, Viagra, and her pussy, which came like a flood. When we weren't fucking, we talked. Two very different people, but for this weekend, we clicked. Chantal analyzed me, probed, dug, and finally got me to admit my deepest shame. Her response to my fearful confession, "That's it?"

A few years ago, she had a brief affair with her brother. They both moved on, but they knew that each would do it again if the time was right. Chantal's take, "If your daughter wants it, what will you do?"

Chantal left me an exhausted ruin Monday morning. But an invigorated, self-assured, confident ruin. She told me our correspondence had to end but to send her a note if anything happens with Jesse.

Chantal's question kept running through my mind. She, like my counselor, said that it was okay to fantasize, but that I needed to leave it to Jesse if she wanted me. Nothing in my relationship with my daughter gave me any indication that incest was on her mind.

After what I have come to refer to as 'The Big Weekend", I had a much better idea of what I was looking for in women. I overhauled my profiles, posted new pictures, (no nudes) taken by Chantal, and started looking for a life-mate.

At the same time, I masturbated every night to that video of the young woman who bore a striking similarity to Jesse. No, it was not her in some secret thing, just another internet mom, being bad. But, now, I didn't feel bad about it. That lasted a week until the next turn.

Jesse called. Frank is an Officer in the military. He was due to rotate out to a post in the Middle East for six months. Because of where it was, Jesse could not go. I sympathized, she acknowledged that it was the life of a military wife. Then she said she was going to have to find a place to live. They were in post housing and with him overseas and no kids, the military told her they needed the space. Once again, I sympathized and said, 'you'll find something.' She knocked me back when she quietly asked, 'can I come stay with you?'

I had adjusted to my unnatural desire. Her request struck fear into me. Would I be able to, well, behave? Was this going to be a nice time to bond with my daughter or will it be torment and danger? I knew I had to do the right thing and hope for the best. I said yes.

Jesse took over my second bedroom. The rooms are small and the climate warm, so she had put most of her clothes in storage, along with the furniture. We had a great first night. I made dinner, we talked, ignored 'the event', and took a walk on the beach. I told her about the area and mentioned that she should be aware there is a clothing-optional area of the beach. Really just giving her the 411 as they say, and it was received in that manner.

We were back at the house when I asked what her plans were and what she had for breakfast.

"Dad, I'm barging into your life here. You're wonderful but please don't treat me like a guest. I'll get whatever I want, and we'll work out food and whatever. I've got job interviews in the morning and should have a position by the end of the day. Just do what you normally do."

Well, what I normally do is set my coffee to automatic the night before and have my breakfast sitting on the beach, in my long shorts, Guayabera shirt and straw hat, watching the sun come up. It has a very calming effect on me. Almost no people, just me, the rising sun, and the birds.

What happened that morning is I slept late. It happens. I had a big project and had opted to work from home for a few weeks. That permitted a more flexible schedule. Jesse was gone to her interviews so I could enjoy my morning as I did before her arrival, nude. After breakfast, I headed back to my room where I had set up a workstation. I glanced in Jesse's door. There it was.

A light blue thong. Carefully laid out on the floor. I stopped and stared at that tiny garment like it was an alien. The gusset was a shade or two darker. I knew what that meant. Her soaked thong laid out on the floor, in plain sight. I knew what that meant too. I picked it up, put the gusset to my face. She smelled slightly musky but clean. The gusset was soaked in her spend. I stood in my daughter's room and masturbated with her drenched thong against my face. I was going to cum. I panicked and quickly moved to the bathroom and ejaculated a huge slug of cum into the sink, nearly buckling from the feeling. I still felt guilty, even though I knew, well I thought I knew, she had intentionally left her thong for me after she had masturbated and cum on it. I put it back on her floor, the way I thought I found it, but a little rumpled. Nothing was said, by either of us.

There I was the next morning, right on schedule, in my chair, as the sun came up. I noticed a runner, way up the beach. Nobody else in sight. I watched. It was a woman. She had a nice pace. Then I noticed she was naked. Lean runner's body, her breasts moved but not much. I was slumped down, with my hat low when she got closer and I discovered, yeah, it was Jesse, running naked on the beach. We weren't in the clothing-optional section, but she had come from that direction. As she passed, I kept my hat low and said nothing. But I reveled in the vision.

After the sun rose, I folded my chair and walked back home. Jesse was in the kitchen, dressed, having her breakfast. She heard me enter as she worked at the stove.

"Dad, you were out? Thought the old man was sleeping in again."

I thought to myself, 'yeah I'm sure you did.'

I walked through the kitchen, with my chair. Jesse turned, blushed, and dropped her head. She knew. I needed to lighten the mood and create an out.

"I go out to watch the sun come up. Sometimes I see it and sometimes I fall back asleep."

We both laughed, nervously. After a breakfast of mildly strained conversation, Jesse went off to her first job interview.

We were having dinner that night, late, out on the deck. The night sky, a shotgun blast of bright stars with a waning moon. Even at ten, still very warm. As she predicted, Jesse had a job and we discussed her new job and mine. As we finished the bottle of wine there was a pause in the conversation. A small light in the kitchen cast shadows around our plates and glasses. A light breeze fluttered our paper napkins. Jesse spoke in a quiet voice.

"How do you feel about nudism?"

The next turn was here. I was stunned by the question. We had never spoken about this and after 'the event' nothing adult entered or conversation. I needed to be honest.

"I have no problem with it at all. Recently I've started going to the clothing-optional section and I've made a few friends."

Jesse sipped and looked at me over the rim of her glass, "Not the dad I grew up with."

"A lot has changed, my daughter."

She smiled, "So I see. You seem a lot happier. What happened?"

"I met somebody online."

"Really? Do I get to meet her?"

"No, it's over. We were circles in a Venn diagram. We overlapped and had an amazing, and for me, enlightening time, but we both knew it was temporary. But it changed me."

Jesse leaned back, "So, my buttoned-down old man now walks around the beach naked." She laughed lightly.

I sipped my wine, "Yes, yes I do. It's the new me."

"I like it, dad, I like it a lot. Frank and I are nudists, mostly at home. We vacation at nudist resorts too."

I was not surprised, "It's a nice feeling."

Our conversation went elsewhere and soon we called it a night and went to bed.

I decided to let her have the beach the next morning. I got up at the same time but had my coffee in the kitchen. I was clattering my dishes in the sink when I heard her coming out. Another turn.

She walked into my kitchen nude. I was just in loose boxers. I stared, couldn't help it. Jesse noticed.

"I seem to be unable to avoid having my father see me naked. After last night I figured what the fuck. Do you mind?"

What am I going to say? 'No, my daughter, don't walk around naked because I will try to stick my cock in you?' What I said was, "No, not a bit." I laughed, nervously, "I guess you're right. We're both adults."

Jesse looked right at me, "Yes, we are, aren't we?"

She walked in and opened one of the lower cabinet doors, "You got a blender, dad? I want to make a smoothie."

Not two feet in front of me. Bent over, legs slightly spread. I could see everything. She shaved now. Her pussy was a little open, maybe wet? Had she been masturbating? Her butt ring was tight. I couldn't help it, my cock started to grow. I pulled myself up close to the table.

"Next cabinet over," I said.

"Thanks' dad. Want some?"

Oh, fuck yes, I wanted some, but I knew what she meant, "Yes, make two, please."

She stood back up and turned to face me, "I like some in the morning, ya know?"

The double entendre's were killing me. But I had to be good.

Jesse stood in front of me, holding the blender, looking at the edge of my boxer underwear. "You gonna join me?"

I sat at the table, my cock rigid, "Let me ease into this, okay?"

"Sure dad, I understand." She gave just the hint of a smile as she turned to the counter and started slicing fruit. What did she mean, "I understand?"

We had smoothies with no side of double-edged conversation. Jesse went off to get dressed for work and soon left. I spent the day nude, thinking of her, and training myself to stay at least partly soft.

I was nude when Jesse got home. She stopped after coming in the door and sized me up. I fought to remain un-excited.

"Hey, you're holding up pretty well for an old guy."

"That's a compliment, right?" I answered.

Jesse laughed, "Oh hell yeah. Let me go change and throw on some shorts, dad, let's go to the beach."

As we walked on the beach, chairs in hand, we got to the signs.

"You ready now?" Jesse asked.

"Yes," I replied.

We walked past the signs, stopped and I dropped my shorts and my daughter flipped off her tee and dropped her shorts. Neither of us had bothered with underwear. Almost like we knew. She tucked it all in a small string bag she threw over her shoulder. We walked down the beach, father and daughter, naked. She took my hand.

"This is nice, dad."

"Yes, it is," I replied.

The beach was still busy. As with most nude beaches, it was a lot of older saggy people and a few younger ones. We had a nice afternoon and stayed till the sun was sinking.

Back at the house, Jesse tossed the bag on the couch. We stayed naked. I visually devoured my daughter. The way she moved, the muscles just under her smooth skin. The peek-a-boo looks at her shaved pussy. Her nipples, hard. Her scent, salty, fresh. I did pretty well, but my cock stayed half-hard no matter what. Jesse said nothing.

Dinner was cedar plank grilled salmon, couscous, and sautéed spinach, with a large bottle of white wine. That same small light from the kitchen, just barely enough to see. As we ate, I glanced at my daughter's breasts, the dim light casting shadows of her nipples on the soft skin. Jesse prodded me and I told more about the details of my divorce from her mother. Becky, my ex-wife's lover, was the mother of one of Jesse's good friends. They have been estranged ever since and Jesse wanted my views on her trying to rebuild the friendship. I thought it was a good idea. It wasn't her fault that my wife and her mother fell in love.

We'd been sitting for over an hour. The wine was gone. I felt very relaxed. Opening my life to Jesse had a cathartic effect. Only Chantal and the therapist had heard my life story. Now my daughter knew, most of it. I got up and stepped away from the table, away from the light, near the rail, looking out towards the beach. It was an overcast, moonless night, with a warm breeze. In the darkness I felt Jesse come up next to me, then she was in front of me, facing the beach, her body barely brushing mine as she put her hands on the rail. Is this the next turn?

I felt like she was making a move. Was the thong a test? Did she know I used it? Did she know I was at the beach? Does she just like nudism or...? I was very confused and conflicted. Sadly, my cock was not. As Jesse moved, her firm young ass kept brushing my cock. I got hard, fast. I know she could tell. As she moved the cleft of her ass kept catching on the head of my cock. It was very innocent-seeming. We didn't touch, except for that.

"Ever had a wish, dad?"

Jesse shifted on her feet. Now, the head of my rigid penis was just nestled, just barely touching, in the cleft of her ass. I stayed right where I was.

"Yeah, I've had a few."

"Any ever come true?"

"You and your brother, a good and rewarding job, yeah, a few have come true."

Jesse slowly leaned forward, placing her forearms on the flat railing. As she did, her hips moved, and the head of my rigid penis moved down between her legs. Jesse's hips naturally moved back, and she shifted, opening her legs, just slightly. My breathing got deeper. Part of me said 'move back'. I didn't and as Jesse leaned forward, my hard cock slipped between my daughter's legs. She closed her legs, trapping my erection lengthways along her vagina, which I immediately noticed, was drenched. I said nothing and placed my hands lightly on her shoulders.

"You know what I mean, dad."

I did. I let my hands trace a pattern on Jesse's back, staying well above her hard ass.

"Chantal was a wish come true. I wish I didn't even know I had."

We stood, frozen. I felt her wetness seeping over my cock. Jesse very subtly clenched her thighs.

"What wish was that?"

"To find someone who desired me."

Jesse took a deep breath, "Wow, dad, I never thought of that. That's nice. I like the effect she had on you. Know what one of my wishes is?"

Her skin was warm and smooth under my fingers. I caught the scent of her sex. I remembered her taste from that thong. My cock pulsed with need and desire. Jesse was in control and I just followed, hopeful.

"No, my daughter, I don't."

"That the people in my life are happy. When they are happy, I am happy."

My fingers traced down her sides, more towards her back, resisting the urge to cup her firm breasts, "Nice wish. How is it working out?"

"Very well, so far. Frank and I have a deal."

I traced my fingers from her side, over her back, just at the place where her back curved out to the ass that was pressed against my body.

"Really, what kind of deal?"

I had not noticed that Jesse had brought her phone over. She poked it and a picture filled the screen. Two people, standing side-by-side. Her hand holding his hard cock and his hand, over her shoulder, cupping a large sagging breast. The woman was in her late forties, plain-looking, soft, sagging. But she was smiling, and her nipples were rigid. The man was Frank.

"We knew that this separation would be difficult. We gave each other permission to take a lover while we were apart. The only rule was that our lovers had to be people that were not available if you know what I mean. That is Frank and Janice. Janice is married to a Colonel, not Frank's superior, who is a closet gay. They fuck regularly and I am happy my husband is being satisfied. I am very glad that Frank's wish and part of mine has been satisfied. That leaves you dad."

"I'm happy, my daughter. I had Chantal."

Jesse shifted on her feet and my cock got soaked again.

"How long ago?"

My hands held her ribcage, my fingers wrapped around, just at the very base of her breasts.

"I dunno, six months or so."

"Then, it's been a while for you, dad."

I laughed to lighten the mood, "I manage."

"I Know you masturbated watching me with Ralph."

"I did. I liked it. But I felt bad."

"Did you feel badly masturbating with my soaked thong?"

We stood in the dark silence. Jesse flexed her thighs again. My cock pulsed, bathed in her fluids. My answer was barely a whisper.

"No."

"Do you like the feeling now?"

I moved my hips, just a little, to stroke my cock along my daughter's soft shaved sex, "Yes" I panted.

"Do you know what my wish is?"

My fingers moved. I could feel the swell of her breasts, "No, please tell me."

Jesse stayed leaning on the rail, "That my father would take that big, fat, hard, cock that is laying against my wet pussy, move it back, just a little until the head of that cock is at my entrance."

I moved back, feeling my cock slip along her slit until the head popped up into her lips.

"That's all? That's your wish?"

Jesse pressed back against me, I moved back, keeping the head of my cock nestled at her entrance. Now she was leaning over the rail, her body at ninety degrees, her head resting on her crossed arms, fingers clutching the edge of the rail and my cock perfectly positioned at her tunnel. She panted as she answered.

"No, my wish is that my father would push his cock into his daughter's pussy and fuck her. Fuck her until she cums, over and over. Fuck her until her husband comes back home and maybe after that too. Stick it in me, dad. Let's cum."

My hands moved until I had one of her hand-full breasts in each hand, my fingers pinching a nipple as I slid myself into her. We both gasped.

"Oh fuck, dad, that feels so good."

My cock slid in, her tunnel was deliciously snug, wet and warm. It had been a while.

"This is so wrong." I gasped as my hips met my daughter's, my cock buried in my offspring's pussy.

Jesse gasped, "Then why does it feel so fucking good. Fuck me pop, do it, I want it. I've wanted it since I was fourteen."

I gave in. I fucked Jesse out on my deck. The sound of the crashing waves on the beach a backdrop to the slap of our bodies as we committed the ultimate sin. I thought I would cum instantly but, I held on. I was euphoric. I was desired by this woman, twenty years younger, gorgeous, sensuous, cumming on my cock again and again, and she was my daughter. She came in surges of cum that covered our thighs and legs and splashed on the deck. We grunted and groaned as we fucked, both lost to the base desires of our forbidden union.

We were coupled for an eternity or was it mere minutes before I felt my orgasm rising.

"Gonna cum baby." I gasped as I pounded my daughter's pussy.

"In me." She grunted as she clenched her Kegels and shoved her body back.

We came together, her again, after so many, and me, releasing into her pussy. I never wanted the feeling to end. My cock jetting, over and over, Jesse moaning, soaking me. My hands clamped on her shoulders, holding her against me as I pumped incestuous cum into her willing vagina.

I was still panting when I moved back, letting my softening cock slide out of Jesse's pussy. She turned to face me, and we embraced, our mouths meeting, open, yielding, tongues touching, caressing. Her firm body pressed against mine. The warm summer breeze caressing us. Jesse pulled back. I couldn't believe that my cock was stirring again, so soon. My daughter held my head in her hands and looked deep into my eyes.

"How do you feel?"

I knew what she meant, "Does Frank know?"

Her fingers traced through my gray hair, "We talked about how I was going to try and seduce you. He approved. He thinks you're safe."

"Well, I did get that vasectomy."

Jesse laughed, "Good thing, you pumped a ton of cum in my pussy, dad. No, Frank thinks your safe because I won't run away with you."

"He doesn't mind incest?"

Jesse pressed herself against me, "No. Seems Frank had a little adventure with his sister when they were younger. He is, we might say, enlightened."

"Wow". Was the only thing I could think to say.

Jesse laughed and hugged me, letting her hands go down and hold my ass. I did the same, loving the feel of her hard, young flanks in my hands. She sighed.

"So, dad, now that you know how long I've wanted to seduce you, and now that you know my husband approves, know that you masturbated watching your daughter fuck another man and after you masturbated with my drenched thong on your face and, after you fucked your daughter out on your deck, how do you feel?"

I sighed. My mouth moved to her neck, just under her ear, I kissed her lightly as my fingers found their way between her legs, feeling our fluids, she groaned. I whispered.

"I've given in to an urge I never knew I had. Thank you. I want to make love to you, as often as possible, for as long as you will let me. Come to bed with me. I'm exhausted, but tomorrow is another day."

Jesse hugged me hard and long, "Thank you."

We fell into my bed and were asleep in seconds, our naked bodies together.

What should have been a touching time together in the morning, a long session of lovemaking was blown to smithereens by the alarm, which is set for "You're fucking late to work already" time.

Jesse swore, leaped out of bed, and ran to the shower as I got up, went to the kitchen, made her a breakfast sandwich, and filled her travel mug. She hugged my still naked body as she left.

"I owe you a morning blow-job."

We kissed hard. I clenched her ass and she dashed out the door. A few minutes later, I got a text. She must be stopped at a light.

"Keep your hands off that cock. Until further notice, that is mine."

I laughed and sent a pic of my half-hard cock. She replied with a smiley face. I had a very productive day. Funny how your mood affects your work.

Around noon my phone went off. Jesse, of course. A video. She was in a bathroom stall, her dress up, her fingers plunging in her red soaked pussy. I turned up the volume.

"I can't get through the day without masturbating. You make me so fucking horny. Be ready."

Then her fingers went faster and soon, stifling a groan, she came. A river flowed out of her and I heard it dripping into the bowl. My cock was so hard and needy but, I fought the urge. She's gonna pay for this.

I was freshly showered, and naked when Jesse sailed in the front door that evening. She kissed me, hard, threw her bag on the couch, and dropped to her knees. My daughter held my growing cock as she looked up.

"Watch me suck your cock, dad. Cum in your daughter's mouth. I've been thinking about tasting you since last night."

Jesse pushed me backward until I landed on the couch. Between my legs, her small hands massaging my rigid penis.

"I love my daddy's cock. I love that this is so wrong. My pussy is dripping, dad."

"Get naked, daughter." I rasped.

Jesse reluctantly released my cock and stood, whisking her dress off. She was naked.

"I took my bra and panties off at work. If we don't do a lot more fucking, I'm going to get fired for spending so much time in the bathroom masturbating."

Settling between my legs, Jess took my cock, gently exploring with her hands.

"My loving daughter. You've teased me all day. I've been good. But if you don't put your father's cock in your mouth soon, I'm going to cum all over your face."

Jesse smiled, moved forward, and opened her mouth.

"mmmm, now that's a bucket list item."

Jesse, my 24-year-old daughter, blew me. Sucked my cock. I was well over any guilt. As she serviced me, I talked to her.

"You like daddy's big cock, little girl?"

She moaned.

"I love my naked daughter sucking my cock."

Her left hand held my erection, the right one moved between her legs. She never stopped looking into my eyes as my spit slick penis slid in and out of her wanting mouth.

"Are you touching yourself? Masturbating while sucking dad's cock?"

Her eyes rolled back.

"Are you going to cum for me? Splash my floor with your cum? Do it, Jesse. Cum for dad and I'll shoot my load in your hot daughter mouth."

I could hear the splash of her pussy as she took all of me. She gagged, just a little, then did it again. Then she stopped, quivered. I heard the splash.

"You came for daddy? You shot your juice all over my floor. Suck me, Jesse, dad needs to cum."

Jesse picked up the pace, using her hand too. I was ready.

"Gonna cum baby. Daddy's gonna cum in his little girl's mouth."

I put my hands on the side of her head and held her still as the wave of my orgasm broke on the shores of incestuous lust. She gulped as my cum jetted into her wanting mouth. Her small hand fondling my balls as they unloaded. I released her head and she fell back, letting my wilting penis free.

She sat, leaning back on her hands, panting, licking her lips.

"That was the fucking nastiest thing I have ever done."

I smiled, "yeah. So, you like me talking?"

"Oh fuck, dad, you could make me cum just talking like that. Keep saying, dad and daughter. I get off on the whole wrongness of this."

I laughed as I got up, "I accept it. We are both adults, and your husband is okay with it. But, outside of that, I don't want anybody to know. I doubt it would be well-received."

We were making dinner, nude, of course. As we moved our hands would caress each other.

"Dad, do you like being watched?"

I knew what she meant, "Don't know, never happened to me."

Jesse was stirring the pot on the stove, and in our relationship, "I do. A lot. It started when you were at the house watching me fuck Ralph. I couldn't believe how hard I came, knowing my dad was watching my naked body getting filled with cock."

"Daughter, you need to stop this, or dinner will burn."

She looked at my hard cock and laughed, "Hang in there, pops. I want to go fuck on the beach after dark. But back to me. After that weekend, Frank and I started fucking in places where we might get caught. And we did. We were in the car on a trail, fucking like mad. A jogger came by, stopped. I smiled at him as Frank rammed me. He pulled down his shorts and masturbated, watching us. When he shot his cum all over the car window, I exploded."

We managed to find something other than sex to talk about during dinner.

As we put away the last dish, Jesse said, "Let's go."

I looked at her, she gently cupped my growing cock, "I want my dad to fuck me on the beach."

"I better go throw on a pair of shorts."

"No, dad. It's dark, the moon's barely up. Let's go like this. Grab a blanket."

"You know some people walk the beach at night, right?"

Jesse's lips brushed mine, "I'm counting on it."

We walked, naked. We were technically on the clothed part of the beach, but it was very dark, and I had seen others doing this from time to time. Jesse squeezed my hand.

"You wanna fuck me?"

I pulled her close and put my hand on her young, firm ass, "Oh yeah."

"You got a spot or is right here good?"

"Just up ahead. There's a sort of hidden spot in the dunes."

"Not too hidden, I hope."

I laughed, "You do realize that people get arrested for this, right?"

She laughed, "Don't care, take me to your sex dune."

I knew a spot where the sand made a u-shaped area about ten feet wide. The dunes on each side were high enough that, if you were lying down, you wouldn't be seen unless the person stood right at the entrance. I found used condoms there and once, a pair of size small panties.

When we got to the entrance, there was a couple already engaged. We could hear them now, with the sound reflecting off the dune. Before that, the waves drowned out any sound. I went to keep walking, Jesse stopped.

"If they are going to fuck in public, they have to know somebody may watch."

About six feet away a couple was fucking. She was on top, cinder shifting and moaning, facing us, reverse cowboy, eyes closed. Jess took my erection in her hand and stroked me. I put my hand at the bottom of her ass and, as she spread her legs, I fingered her soaked pussy.

The girl started when her eyes opened, and she saw us in the dim light of the new moon. She saw what we were doing, smiled, and waved. She put her hands on the boy's thighs and really began fucking him, smiling at us as she did. She was young, a teenager, petite with large, swaying breasts. This was the second time I had ever seen people fucking, well, you know.

Jesse leaned over and took my cock in her mouth. The teenager moaned, looked at me, and nodded to the open spot next to them. I cocked my head, questioning the invitation and the little girl mouthed 'yes'.

My daughter's warm wet mouth on my boner eliminated any chance that I would think this a bad idea. I pressed Jesse's mouth off my cock and pointed to the spot.

"Really?" She said.

"We were invited. It's rude to refuse."

Jesse laughed and stepped forward, tossing the blanket on the sand.

"Watching them has me so fucking horny I don't care. Come on and fuck me Pop."

We both caught her mistake. The teenager was in the middle of another orgasm, and even though she was looking at us, I don't think she heard. As Jesse reclined on the blanket, I wagged my finger at her. She nodded, then spread her legs wide and held her legs up behind the knees. I was on her, and in her, in seconds.

I love the feeling when I first enter her. She's so wet and warm, and tight. Her pussy fights my cock, just a little and I savor the velvet grip as I slide in. She groans, every time. The boy finally saw us. He looked to be the same age as the girl riding his cock. She turned when he stopped. She leaned down and whispered, he smiled and she, facing him now, went back to riding.

I was in pervert paradise. Fucking my daughter, which is so wrong. Watching another couple fuck, also wrong, and thinking they were underage, really wrong. Jesse didn't help one bit. She'd pause, cum, and then go back to trash talking.

"Like watching kids fuck, old man? Look at her big tits. I bet she's popular at middle school."

I knew enough to know she was older than that, but it still stoked me. I pounded Jesse as our new friends worked towards their final climax. I'd love to say this went on for a half-an-hour, but it was more like five minutes before I panted, "Gonna cum baby."

My daughter looked at me and said, "On my face."

That was it. I pulled out and straddled her. Our friends were done and watched as I pointed my cock at Jesse's face and stroked out a fat bolt of cum that arced across her face, followed by two more. She had her mouth open to catch most of it.

The boy said," Holy shit that's hot." The girl giggled, "Next time."

Now we were all satiated, and the odd moments were upon us. The girl moved and sat next to the boy. Her legs casually open, her smooth dripping pussy on display. She broke the ice.

"I'm Tammy, this is Tom."

Tom, looking uncomfortable, just waved. His cock was soft. I'm not a cock guy but it looked respectable.

I introduced us. There followed a beat of silence. Tammy jumped in again.

"You two are hot. When I first saw you, I thought we were busted. That would be a problem. But, when I saw her touching you, it made me even hornier. I hope you didn't mind."

Jesse finished cleaning her face off with the towel, "Mind? Fuck no. We talked about being watched, but we've never done it. I loved it. How about you, d.. um, George?"

I ignored her second faux-pas, "I've only watched another couple once. It was hot to join in."

Tammy smiled, "I'm not sure Tom agrees, but with me riding him, he coped well." They both laughed. Tammy continued, "So, why are you two walking the beach at night, naked, with a blanket? You don't have a house?"

Jesse smiled, "Yeah, we do, but I wanted to do it out here. You two locals?"​