Incest/Taboo Vacation Intervention

I'm Dan, 42, good shape, tall. I'm married to Jan. She's a good-looking woman, petite, well-proportioned, who has developed a fondness for white wine-in volume. Our relationship is fine, well, it's getting worse as I cope with her borderline alcoholism. She binges at night, starts at dinner and by the time we're done with the evening, she's killed a bottle and is near comatose. She dumps herself in bed and is dead to the world till at least nine AM. Any attempt on my part to temper her behavior is brushed off. I planned an intervention. I needed Clay, our son, to be home from college on the opposite coast. He's been away for the year and has no idea what's going on. Mandy, our eighteen-year-old daughter, was still at home.

Knowing that intervention can get ugly, we live in a tightly packed neighborhood full of busybodies, so I rented a beach house for July. Since Clay wouldn't be there till the middle of the month, I got a two-bedroom cottage, with a three-bedroom reserved for the second half of the month.

I pulled the SUV into the sandy driveway of the cottage, typical beach construction, weathered gray shingles, yellow door and shutters, beach grass for a yard. Past the house, I could see the dunes, and as I got out, hear the surf.

Jan jumped out and took an exaggerated breath, "I love that smell! The sea, the beach, Oh Dan, thank you!"

She hugged me and kissed me, her tongue snaking into my mouth. Surprised, I kissed back and pressed my hardening cock against her. Jan slowly released and smiled, whispering, "It's been too long."

Mandy stood to the side, her duffle and carry on at her feet. She gave me a knowing smile.

"Dad, this is awesome. You know how much I love the beach. Thank you."

I was on top of the world. I had hit one out of the park. My wife was a different woman, now that she was at the shore, and my teenage daughter thinks I am awesome. Mandy and I get along very well, but it's still nice to be admired. I watched as Jan bent to pick up her bag. She's a bit petite but curvy. Her shorts did little to hide the contours of her nice round ass. The ass that I was going to get my hands on tonight, for the first time in months. Good plan dad, well done.

I followed the girls towards the house, noticing that Mandy had become a younger version of Jan. Same petite, curvy shape, and my daughter's shorts were even tighter and shorter. Jan's breasts were bigger, probably a C. Mandy would be lucky to be a B. Whoa, hold on, that's enough of that.

We had arrived mid-morning, so we had plenty of time to unpack, change, and hit the beach.

Jan had her brief two-piece, not wicked weasel stuff but she definitely would not be doing jumping-jacks. Mandy wore a conservative one-piece, royal blue, mom's orders. Jan, when younger, had cut a bit of a swath through the boys, and a girl or two, had her heart broken once or twice, but worse, developed a reputation as, well, a slut. She left town to go to college and never went back, visited her folks, but that's all. As a result, she was adamant that Mandy would not end up that way. Jan and I love sex and are quite adventurous, well, until she started drinking. Jan figures the apple and the tree thing, so she keeps a close watch on our daughter. Mandy doesn't seem to mind, but then, she just turned eighteen.

We had a great time, swimming, sunning. I stood in the waist-deep water as Jan moved into my arms. We kissed, deeply, my cock grew. Jan gently grasped my erection under the water.

"I haven't been a good wife. All this sea air is making me horny. I'd like to take your cock out and suck you till you cum in my mouth, but this is a family beach and, well, Mandy and all. But wait till I get you alone tonight."

We kissed some more, and I slipped my fingers into her suit bottom, feeling her soaked sex.

"Oh fuck, Dan, that's nice. You gotta stop or I'll start moaning."

We stepped apart, held hands, and headed for our chairs. Mandy was there, smiling. Didn't bother me, but as we got closer, it occurred to me that my cock had not fully relaxed. Glancing down I was still visibly hard. Looking up, I caught my daughter checking me out, I think. Mandy had shades, but, well, you're wrong, I thought. You need to get laid. Your mind is headed in the wrong direction.

As we walked to the house, Jan said, "I gotta go check the front."

Mandy and I shared a 'what's that about?' look but continued up on the back deck.

Stepping inside after putting our towels on the deck rail we saw Jan, holding a large box, a case of white wine.

"I noticed you forgot to pack refreshments for us, so I had some delivered."

The oversight was intentional, and I was very unhappy. I forced a smile, "Well, looks like we're all set." I don't drink white wine and I chose to ignore her justification. Mandy's face didn't hide her displeasure. Suddenly, my amorous night was in deep peril.

Dinner went as expected. Jan put away the wine like it was going to be outlawed tomorrow. Any suggestion from Mandy or I that she should slow down was brushed off. By ten she had killed the bottle, she had gotten big ones.

"Whoa, all that sun fucked me up. I'm beat. Gonna head to bed." Jan announced.

As she got up, she leaned in and gave me a sloppy, wine-infused, kiss.

"Don't be too long big guy, I got plans."

She weaved off and I noticed Mandy's expression, part amused, part disgusted.

"Well dad, looks like we better clean up. You've got a promise."

I was embarrassed. Yeah, she's eighteen and yeah, she's probably heard us, but Jan's behavior today had been outrageous. Plus, I knew damn well there would be no sex tonight.

"Young lady, that is TMI territory. Let's get this place cleaned up."

As we worked Mandy talked, "What are we going to do, dad?"

I wasn't ready to confront this, "About what baby?"

Mandy stopped drying the plate and put it down, "About mom's drinking. I'm not blind. This is bad and it's going to get worse. I've got a friend with an alcoholic parent and it's hell. I see how much it bothers you. I don't want mom to wreck our vacation or cause you to dump her."

I turned, red-rimmed eyes looked up at me. She snuffled, fell into my arms. I held my daughter against me as she fought the tears, "It's going to alright, baby. Clay is coming in a week or so and we're all gonna gang up on mom and get this fixed."

Her body tight against mine brought back memories of her mother at that age. I fought down the physical effect of those memories as Mandy looked up at me, "You sure, dad? Will that work? You tried having no booze here, that failed."

I ran my hands over her back. She had loose running shorts and a tee-shirt. I noticed no bra. I moved my hands up to her shoulders, "Mandy, baby, we're gonna fix this, and dad's not dumping mom. We just gotta hang in there till Clay gets here. I've got a big sailboat rented for the week. You and I can get out on the water and away, for a while."

Mandy hugged me hard, "Thank you, dad. You're a good husband and the best dad I ever had."

I stepped out of the hug and faked an annoyed face. I gently put my hand against her face and pushed back, noticing as I did so that her young pert nipples jutted against the cotton of the tee-shirt.

"I'm your only dad, you goof. Now, go to bed."

As Mandy left the kitchen, she paused, looking over her shoulder in a remarkably coquettish way while remarking, "You gonna be sleepin in, old man? Could be a long night." She giggled and not waiting for an answer, trotted off to her room.

I entered our bedroom, hopeful. I had showered and I dropped the towel from my waist. The bed was only a double, we have a king at home, but when you rent beach-side you gotta take what's offered.

Jan was splayed across the bed, sheets off, naked. I noticed that drinking hadn't stopped her from keeping her pussy shaved. My cock grew as I gazed at my curvy wife in the filtered moonlight. I got on the bed and nudged her.

"Wha? Nooooo, get out, my bed, you go awaaaaayyy."

She flailed her arms, hitting me twice, hard. So much for sex. I tried to get a small piece of the bed, with no success. Slipping on my boxers and a tee, I left the room.

There was no couch, only a love seat. Well, better than the floor.

An hour of trying to get comfortable later I looked up into my daughter's face.

"You can't sleep here, dad. You'll wake up cranky, mom will be hungover, everything will suck. Share my bed."

Alarm bells clanged in my head.

"No, baby, I don't think so. I'll be fine. I'll take a nap on the boat."

She took my hand and gently pulled, "It's okay, dad, really. Come on, please?"

Reluctantly, I followed. Mandy wore pink hipster panties and a long tee. We got into her bed, me hugging the far-left edge, facing away, Mandy facing away on the other side. It felt way better than the love seat. I was asleep in seconds.

Dawn edged in as I slowly awoke. Sensations, a warm, firm body against mine, my hard cock nestled into a cloth-covered butt, my hand holding a cotton covered, pert breast. Mmmmmm, so satisfying.

Shit! That's my daughter's body! I carefully disengaged, thoroughly ashamed of my thoughts and reactions, even though I was asleep and not really responsible. I checked, Mandy was breathing deeply, still asleep. The last thing I wanted was to have my daughter think dad's creeping on her. I got enough trouble as it is.

I slipped out of bed and resisted the temptation to wash my hands of my horrible actions. Problem was, the little voice inside me liked the feel of her young body. My cock pressed into those pink panties covering that tight round ass, my hand cupping a firm young breast with a hard nipple between my fingers. I mentally slapped myself. Tonight, no bed-sharing. I have to get my wife to stop drinking so we can fuck.

I was up for a while before Mandy showed herself on the deck. I had snuck in and gotten dressed, shorts and a tee-shirt, yes and underwear. Mandy was already in her royal blue tank suit.

"Morning dad. You look good. Better than that love seat?"

Her expression gave no indication that she was aware of my unintentional molestation.

"Yes, slept like a ton of bricks, thank you."

She got her breakfast and settled at the table.

"Well, you owe me that sailboat ride. After lunch?"

"It's a deal."

Jan appeared, with a headache. We finished breakfast and headed for the beach.

"Why'd you get up so early?" Jan asked. Totally unaware of anything that happened last night.

"Just did. I guess it will take a few days to get into vacation mode."

"Sorry I crashed out so early. The drive and the sun wore me out. Raincheck for tonight?"

Jan reached over and rubbed my cock, which shamelessly hardened. Masturbation just isn't enough, and I hadn't even done that in days. I knew there would be another excuse tonight, but I played along

"You owe me, my little tart."

Mandy had left the water and walked towards us as Jan rubbed my erection. I saw her and pulled my towel up, knowing we'd been caught.

"Tonight," was Jan's whispered reply.

I love sailing. Everything about it. Jan's not a boat person and with the drinking, her stomach doesn't like the waves. Mandy and I headed for the marina while Jan slept.

Mandy is good crew. She knows sailing and all the lines. We motored the big sloop out of the marina and past the breakwater. Once in open water, I steered as she raised the sails. I fought my feelings watching her pulling the halyards, her tight butt, and muscular legs, that blue tank suit contoured to every curve in her young body. Behave, I said to myself.

Nice thing about ocean sailing, you have endless runs. We were on a tack and running along the coast. Mandy settled on one of the long cushions in the cockpit. She leaned back and propped one foot up on the cushion with the other on the deck. I looked away. I had seen the tight blue fabric between my daughter's legs and the faint pattern of her vagina, tufts of pubic hair sneaking out under the hem. Of course, the perv in me thinks she doesn't shave or I'd see the lips. Need to stop doing that.

"You okay, dad?"

"Yeah, fine, great actually. Love being out here with you."

The boat cleaved the three-foot-swells, the wind snapping the lines against the mast. Mandy broke the silence.

"You've been off all day, really quiet. That's not like you." She paused, "Is this about last night?"

Fuck, she knew. I felt like a criminal, worse if that's possible. I had molested my daughter and she knew.

"I'm so very sorry. I don't know what to say. I woke up like that. I didn't intend to. I'd never..."

Mandy interrupted, "Dad, stop, please. It's okay, really. Yeah, I woke up before you did. I know you were asleep. I'm built kinda like mom, so your horny sleep brain just thought I was mom."

"Thank you, but fathers should not do things like that. It's very very wrong.

Mandy turned her head to look out over the ocean, "Hey dad, it's our secret. I'm not traumatized, insulted, or feeling used. The family is going through some tough times. It's okay, really, special circumstances. As long as we talk about everything, I'm good."

She shifted her legs and that narrow band of fabric flexed over her sex. I looked the other way. There was nothing else to talk about. I felt better, less creepy, just needy. Not sure if that's better.

We sailed in silence. After a few minutes, Mandy spoke, "I'm a virgin, you know."

I didn't have an answer for that. She didn't need one.

"You know John, the boyfriend? Well, ex-boyfriend. He wanted me. He'd take me up to the point. I knew it was a sex spot. We always saw cars with fogged windows. We'd make out and he'd try to get his hands inside my clothes. I wasn't interested. I want to wait for the right man, but I liked hanging out with John. So, one night I ask him, would you like to see my breasts? Of course, he says sure. As I get ready, I tell him, well, you gotta jerk off for me if I do. He's surprised, so I up my game and as I pulled off my shirt, I give him a real sexy look and say, it will really turn me on. As I got my bra off, he's got his cock out, hard. I'd never seen a real one. So, I play with my breasts as he masturbates. Didn't take long till he came. It was cool to see him go half comatose and watch his cum shoot out. It turned me on a lot. After, I told him it was late, and I needed to go home. So, John didn't dump me, and I had a little harmless fun. I did it to keep him happy and to keep me happy. I wanted a boyfriend. I helped him with his urges, and he stopped trying to fuck me. I went home and, well, touched, you know?"

"Well, that's more than I ever needed to know."

Mandy smiled, "Why dad? We're both adults. After a few times, I could tell John was back to wanting more so one night I wore a dress. After I took my top off, I asked him if he'd like to masturbate with me. I flipped up my skirt, I had not worn panties. We sat in that steamy car and got ourselves off as we watched each other. I won't lie, I loved it. I loved exposing myself. Openly masturbating while he watched me. I loved the power and I loved helping John. It's just nature. His body wanted mine. I wasn't ready to go further but I liked what we did. We broke up because I was going away to college but I'm not sad." We were coming to the breakwater and I had to drop sails and motor, thus ending our conversation.

As we walked back to the house, I put my arm around Mandy's shoulder. She smiled up at me as I asked, "Who was this mature, insightful woman, and what did she do with my teenage daughter?"

Mandy laughed and put her arm around my waist, "We need you dad. I need you to know I'm more mature than you might have thought, you can depend on me."

The rest of our conversation involved college choices and observations on whether her brother had gotten any girls pregnant.

I made dinner; I usually do. Mandy helped and Jan polished off another bottle of wine. I'll say this, she's a pleasant drunk, joking and laughing, it just gets old when she's the only drunk. Jan crashed right on schedule. Mandy and I watched an old movie. As I shut the TV off, I began to arrange the cushions.

"You're not sleeping there, dad."

"I think it's a better idea."

Mandy came close. I stopped, "Dad, it's okay, really. Share my bed. I need my teammate well-rested and in a good mood. It's gonna suck if you get cranky."

"Mandy, I...well, last..."

Mandy touched the side of my face, "I love you, dad. Do this for me. It's okay, really."

I checked on Jan. Dead asleep, naked, sprawled across the bed. I tried to shove her over, she whacked me. I pondered fucking her in that shape, just to get off, but I'm not that bad. I changed into a tight pair of boxer briefs and a tee shirt. At least part of me would be under control. I slipped in the bed. I felt her small shape on the other side. Once again, I arranged myself on the far edge and closed my eyes, hoping my body would not betray me again.

It was dark. I could hear the sea through the open window. She was pressed up against me, again. This time, my hand had found its way under her tee-shirt, clasping one of Mandy's firm young breasts. Her nipple was hard between my fingers. She was so warm, so comfortable. She smelled of soap, shampoo, and the sea. My cock, rigid was nestled in her butt cleft, two layers of fabric providing the only chastity. I was angry. Why does my body do this to me? I needed to disengage. I listened. Mandy was awake, her breathing was wrong to be asleep. As I moved back, she pressed her butt into my cock. I froze. Then she moved it a little, massaging my erection. I wanted to move back, get up, leave, sleep on the floor, but I didn't. Her ass felt so fucking good rubbing my cock. I gave into my lust, my need. I let her.

Pulling her close, feeling her warm young body next to mine. Knowing she wants this. I lay there as my daughter rubbed me with her firm little ass. I played with her nipple; I couldn't resist. She moaned, stifled, but a moan, and rubbed harder. I was going to orgasm. I was going to cum from my daughter rubbing me off with her ass. I gave in and rubbed back. Soon we were grinding on each other. I felt her arm move down and then she gasped. I know she was touching herself, turned on that her dad was masturbating against her ass. It was too much. With a groan, I came, jets of warm cum, trapped by my briefs, coating my cock. Mandy heard me and picked up her pace. In a few seconds, she quivered and groaned, I smelled her now. It was intoxicating. I was hooked on the wrongness, it just felt too good.

I slipped out of the bed. Reluctantly releasing her body. After I washed, I snuck into my room for a pair of boxers, wondering, at this point, why I bothered. I knew where this would end, but it was up to Mandy to decide.

Back in my daughter's room, I saw her panties on the floor. I picked them up, soaked. I pressed them to my mouth, savoring her scent and taste. I had surrendered to my forbidden desire, my need. I would do whatever my daughter wanted.

I got into the bed. Mandy wiggled until she was next to me. She had panties and a tee on. I wrapped my arm around her, we slept.

The conclusions that were so clear last night, as I washed cum off my body, were not so clear in the light of day. I remained deeply conflicted. Mandy was setting the pace for our relationship, but I was still the adult, the father. Culture says I should not be doing this. This balanced against the fact that my daughter is a highly intelligent, well-adjusted adult, capable of rational, insightful thinking and a very pragmatic problem-solver and horny for her father. I only had two choices, say no, or go along with her direction. I wasn't going to say no, I knew that. It was time to enjoy this experience.

The days had developed a pattern. I was up at six or so, Mandy, by seven-thirty, Jan sometime after nine. She made the same excuses for sleeping late, never asked where I slept, I think she just assumed we were together, and I got up early. The morning was family time, sight-seeing, the beach, shopping, lunch out. After lunch, Jan would send us off to sail. I'm not sure what she did. I know it wasn't drinking, and I know whatever it was, she did it alone. By this point, I didn't care. When Clay gets here, we'll take action. But, if Clay is here, what happens to Mandy's plan?

Jan had her bag packed and planning on the beach. Mandy was wearing a black tank suit, same style as the blue one. When Jan left Mandy went to her room.

"Be right back, dad."

She came out in a beach wrap, snugly cinched. I'd never seen it before, and my expression revealed my thinking.

"I got this in the shops this morning, like it?"

Mandy usually wore a long tee over her suit, this was more stylish, what's not to like?"

"You look very mature."

She smiled that wicked, knowing smile, "Thank you father, that means a lot coming from you."

We walked to the marina, got the boat ready and out past the breakwater, our conversation dealing with boat matters, the weather, all safe topics. Mandy rigged the sails with her wrap still on and once we were well out of sight of the marina, casually undid the belt, and took it off.

No, not naked, I was wondering. She had a new suit. Red, one-piece, but French cut. The sides were open half-way to her breasts, leaving a very narrow strip of fabric running between her legs. The vee between her breasts was deep and ended in the front at the same place the gaps for her legs ended at the sides. The fabric looked like mesh, but I couldn't see her breasts or vagina. I did notice that her pubic hair was staging a revolt and pushing out all around the fabric covering her pussy. I must have been staring.

"Earth to dad, hello? You like?"

Being more at ease with my immediate future, I smiled, "What's not to like? You get this the same time you bought the wrap?"

Mandy settled on the cushion in the cockpit, "Yeah, had to sneak around mom."

Mandy took the same position on the cushion, one foot on the deck, one on the seat. Her legs open, welcoming my eyes.

"Yeah, I bet you did. I'm sure she would not approve."

Mandy shifted; my eyes went to her apex. The red fabric, a narrow strip, barely covered my daughter's vagina, her pussy, her sex. The pubic fur was sexy, don't know why, Jan shaves, but this, this looked so damn naughty.

Mandy's voice dropped, it was sultry, "Then I guess we shouldn't tell her. More of our secret?"

Her nipples were rigid, the fabric clutching them, outlining. I thought maybe that hard-working fabric strip looked a little darker? I had loose-fitting board shorts. Good safe, 'dad' wear. My cock hardened looking at her. I made no attempt to conceal that.

"That sounds like a very good idea."

We sailed. Mandy would occasionally run her fingers up the inside of her thighs, stopping just before that strip of fabric. I watched, she noticed. I needed to say something.

"Baby, about last night..."

Mandy interrupted me as she let her right hand rest on the inside of her right thigh, inches away from that strip.

"Dad, Mom's got a problem. It's our problem too, but only mom can solve it. Our family is in a crisis. Mom's not fucking you or sucking you. I know you used to do that a lot. I know men and I'm afraid that you're gonna meet some horny MILF and then get caught. Men are dumb."

Her fingers traced the fabric, definitely darker now, over her sex.

"Mandy, baby, I would never..."

"Dad, you say that, and I'm sure you mean it, but I see the way women look at you. You're a damn good-looking man and right now, you're running around with a loaded gun and no target."

I had to laugh, "Interesting thing to say about your father, thanks. Not so loaded after last night though."

My daughter's finger ran up and down that expanding wet spot between her legs, "Yes, and I'm glad that happened. I've been jealous of mom for a long time, just a little. Yeah, it's wrong, I suppose, but I don't care. I enjoyed satisfying you and knowing it will help keep you on the team. Dad, do you masturbate?"

In spite of what was going on, I felt that to be an invasive question, "That's a bit personal, don't you think?"

Mandy moved her other hand up and toyed with her erect nipple through the thin fabric. She gave me that sultry look she seems to have mastered, "Yes, it is. I masturbate, at least twice a day. I've got a couple of vibrators, one with a suction cup, a butt plug, and a remote-control butterfly. I love cumming, dad. I cum in waves. It just flows out of me. But I know the touch of another will be so much more intense. Now, dad, do you masturbate?"

The wind had died off. The boat rocked in the low troughs. My cock rigid, sticking straight up, obvious. Mandy's fingers traced her sex and pinched a nipple.

"Yes, baby, daddy masturbates."

"See, that wasn't so hard, unlike part of you."

"I can't help it. You...you're...so."

"Wet?" she replied, "Do you like that being with you makes me wet?"

"Yes", I whispered.

Mandy cupped her young breast over the fabric, "Did you like holding my breast?"

"Yes." My breathing deeper now. Waiting to see what would happen.

"Would you like to see them? See your daughter's breasts?"

"Yes, dad wants to see your breasts." My hand moved to my bulge. I massaged my cock through the fabric as Mandy slowly slipped the straps off her shoulders and moved the top down under her breasts. They were perfect. Symmetrical, firm, tight brown nipples. I sighed and squeezed my cock.

"Mmmm, that's nice. I like that my dad likes my breasts. I love watching you touch yourself. Do you want to see more?"

My hand held my cock, still in my suit. My breathing ragged.

"Yes, baby, show me more. If you want to."

"Ohhh, I want to. I get so wet showing off for you. Knowing that big bulge is because you're watching me."

Mandy's right fingers moved over the fabric, catching the far edge. Slowly, she slipped her fingers under and peeled back the sodden red fabric. There it was, my daughter's vagina, her pussy, her sex. Like her mom's, big lush lips, a fat clit, and running with wetness. Mandy plowed a finger through the furry slit.

"I'm sorry I'm so hairy, daddy."

"I love it, baby."

"Good", she purred, the finger still massaging her wetness, "Daddy, I really need to masturbate. Can I?"

"Our secret." Was my breathless reply.

Mandy's fingers slipped into her pussy. I heard the wetness.

"Join me? Masturbate with me, daddy. I know you want to."

I lifted my butt and slid off my suit, totally yielding to my daughter's forbidden summons. I kicked my suit off and lay back, displaying my rigid cock.

"Oh fuck, that's nice." Mandy sighed as her fingers massaged her clit. I took my cock in my hand.

"Yes, daddy. Masturbate for me. Watch me cum, dad. Then cum for me."

I stroked my cock in front of my daughter. I tried to hold back as she rubbed her clitoris in circles while pinching a nipple. Our eyes met and we smiled. I alternated looking into her eyes and at her busy, wet hand. She did the same, watching my hand stroke my cock and smiling at me.

Mandy went faster, her fingers rubbing her clit hard. Panting.

"Oh daddy, I'm going to cum for you. Stroke your cock, daddy, cum with me, cum on me."

I stood up and moved closer. I stroked faster. Mandy groaned. I saw a torrent flow over her fingers.

"Oh, fuck daddy. I'm cumming for you!"

That did it. I felt my orgasm surge up from my feet, through my balls, and then, I was cumming, shooting, jetting my load all over her legs, chest, and pussy. My knees buckled from the feeling. Mandy came some more.

"Oh fuck that's so hot. Cum daddy, shoot it all over me."

I pounded my cock. One last shot arced across my daughter's face. I stood over her, panting. Mandy slipped her fingers into her mouth, "I love to taste myself." Then she swiped my cum off her face and sucked her fingers. "Nice, tasty, but I bet it's better from the source."

My daughter leaned forward and gently took the head of my fading erection into her young, hot hand. I gasped. "Oh, Mandy."

She toyed with it, using her fingers, then let me slip from her grasp.

"Gotta leave something for later. Wind's up, dad. Let's head in."

Back home, same routine. My wife is a creature of habit. We did take a family walk on the beach, but Jan brought a Solo cup. Still, it was nice. I held hands with Mandy. She kept squeezing my hand as a signal of her desire. I liked it. Jan was chatty and, at one point, wandered into the surf, nearly getting knocked over by a wave. She laughed as she stumbled out, proud she had not spilled a drop. We helped her back to the house and she crashed. Mandy and I watched a movie, behaving, just in case.

Mandy went to shower as I checked on Jan. As usual. I found a pair of boxers and a tee-shirt, with difficulty; Jan had re-arranged our luggage. By then, Mandy was out of the shower.

I stepped into her room, quietly latching the door. Mandy, already in bed, the sheet over her, moonlight shadows on the folds of sheet.

"What's that?"

"What do you mean? This what I've been wearing."

My daughter threw back the sheet, displaying her naked, young, body, "I think, after today, we're past that. Get naked and get in here, daddy."

This was a change. Up until this moment, if Jan found us, at least we had clothes on. Now, there would be no other conclusion to make. I flipped off my tee and shoved my boxers off.

"Nice, the second time I've seen my dad naked. You're not hard."

I slid into bed snuggling against my daughter, "I just got here, give me a minute."

Mandy giggled, then put her mouth to my ear, "You can touch me, anywhere, please."

I whispered back, "You may regret that offer."

Mandy rolled off me and lay flat on the bed, "I doubt it."

I started tracing my fingers over her forehead, down her cheeks, and under her chin. Moving up, caressing her nose, running a finger over her lips. My mouth next to her ear. Mandy's breathing deepened, "Dad, you're teasing me."

"Yes, baby and dad's going to do a lot more."

"I'm going to get wet."

"Good."

My fingers trailed down her jawline, her neck, and shoulder. Across her chest and between her breasts, circling, but not touching he hard nipples. Mandy panted, "So good." A light touch down the center of her abdomen, around her navel, just brushing her pubic hair, over and down her leg to her foot. My daughter squirmed, "Oh daddy, you're such a tease."

I wasn't going to be able to do this for long. I needed to touch her, make her cum, hear her moan. I moved my left hand to her apex, through the mat of her hair, searching and finding her button.

"Yes, daddy, touch me there, please."

As my right hand moved up, I circled her clit with my left. My fingers traced up the inside of her thigh, towards her pussy. I felt the tips of her hair, then edges of her wet lips. Mandy was gasping.

"Finger my pussy, daddy."

I parted her lips, the wetness easing my entrance. One finger, then two. Slowly moving in. My daughter squirming, trying to get my fingers in further. I rotated my hand, now, fingers up, following the curve of her pelvis, looking for that spot.

As my fingers found that spongy spot, I pinched her clit. Mandy grabbed a pillow and, as I pressed my two fingers up, massaging her G spot and pinching her clit, she came, hard. My daughter yelled into the pillow as a torrent of her spend cascaded over my hand. The warm flood pumped out by her quaking pussy. Her hips gyrating, trying to get my fingers harder against her G spot.

She relaxed. A small hand touched mine. I moved my fingers out of her and off her. I lay next to her sweaty body. Her breath still coming in gasps. Mandy took the pillow off her head and turned to me.

"What the fuck was that? I've never cum so hard in my life."

I gently sucked her off my fingers, "Your G spot. Most women can't reach that far. You like?"

"Dad, if that's your fingers, we need to be someplace else when it's your cock. I'll fucking scream."

As if I didn't know, her statement told me where we were going. I was ready, I wanted it. I wanted to have sex with my daughter, and I knew she wanted that too.

Mandy reached over and took my needy cock in her hand, "Mmmm, looks like my daddy has a problem." She snuggled up to me and whispered in my ear, "Tomorrow, I'm gonna put this in my mouth. I want to suck my daddy's cock. Then, daddy, you're going to fuck me. Fuck your horny daughter. But tonight, I'm going to tease you, make you cum with my hands."

Mandy reached down next to the bed. She rubbed her hands together and then gently took my needy cock into her small, well-lubed hands.

"You like, daddy?"

It was heaven looking into my teen daughter's eyes as she masturbated me, "Daddy likes a lot, baby girl."

Mandy's other hand cupped my balls, gently fondling them as she bent over and took my nipple in her mouth. As her teeth closed, I stifled a deep groan.

"You're going to make daddy cum, baby."

"Cum for me, daddy. Cum all over my hand."

Her warm breath on my nipple, hands touching, all too much. I clenched the sheets as I shot hot cum all over my daughter's hands. It felt really good. I moaned through gritted teeth as her small hand slowed and stopped.

"Daddy, you're gonna fill me up."

I lay, satisfied, as I watched Mandy slowly, deliberately, lick my cum off her fingers, savoring every drop.

"Mmmmm, I do like that taste. Maybe better from the source?"

She leaned over and took the head of my softened cock into her mouth.

"Oh yes, better."

She let me drop, "tomorrow, daddy." She giggled.

Once the stern of "Rental #22" cleared the breakwater, Mandy slipped the straps off her blue tank suit.

"Um, we're barely out of sight of shore, baby."

"Don't care, dad. This is the day, and I can't wait."

My daughter shimmied out of her suit, tossing it in the cabin, and lay on the cushion, massaging her dampening pussy, now cleanly shaved.

"Baby has a surprise for dad today."

She laughed, "Yes, I wanted to be extra clean when you lick my pussy."

"You look like you're twelve."

Mandy slipped a finger inside her vagina, "You say that like it's a bad thing. Daddy, get naked, and find a place to anchor."

As I steered towards a small wind-sheltered bay I had noticed on prior trips, I picked up my butt, and Mandy yanked off my suit. She tossed it into the cabin and stayed between my legs.

"I'm going to blow my dad. Suck his cock till he cums in my mouth."

Such a dirty girl. I was hard already, just watching her strip, now with her nasty confession, I was twitching with need.

"Please, my daughter, suck daddy's cock. I need to cum in your hot little mouth."

Mandy purred and took me between her lips. Warm and wet, her tongue caressing the head of my cock, her eyes locked with mine. I gazed at her young naked body before me. Her cute little ass sticking out, her hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy.

"Is my daughter fingering her pussy as she sucks daddy's cock?"

"Mmmmm" was the only answer. For her first time, she was doing well. Seeing her in front of me, being in broad daylight. Knowing how wrong this was. All had me ready in no time. After five minutes of her young teen mouth, I was ready.

"Gonna cum for you baby, get ready."

She took her hand off her pussy and fondled my balls, making no move to stop. I was there.

"Cumming." I gasped as the need arrived and my cock flexed, delivering its liquid into Mandy's hot, young mouth.

She gagged, just a little but stayed on me, gulping my cum down, sucking and licking until I touched her head. She leaned back, releasing me. Her face and chest were red.

"I came, daddy. Without touching my pussy, I came. Just from sucking your cock for the first time."

The bay was just ahead.

"I gotta get us anchored, baby, give me hand."

It was hot seeing my naked crew run around the boat, lowering sails and dropping the anchor.

The boat turned into the breeze that crossed the bay as Mandy came back to the cockpit.

"Lie down."

I lay on the long white cushion as my daughter lay on top of me.

"Make love to me daddy. Take my virginity, please."

Our lips met and her tongue slipped into my mouth. So young and fresh. Her firm body on top of me. I could feel her cum on my thigh as she rubbed her pussy on my leg. Hard nipples pressing into my chest as we kissed, deep and hard. Mandy pulled back.

"Dad, I've wanted to have sex with you since I was fourteen."

I stroked her hair, "Glad you waited, I would have said no."

Mandy undulated her hips on top of me. Her hips splayed over my belly. My cock was hard, the tip brushing her ass.

"Well duh! I never thought I had a chance. Mom and you really fucked up a storm when she was sober."

"We did. Your moms got a pretty big sex drive."

Mandy shifted, my cock now nestled at the opening, caressed by her wet folds.

"Well, I'm just gonna borrow you till she gets her act together."

She was toying with me. Letting my cock slip in an inch, then pulling back.

"Just till she gets off the wine? Then we're just dad and daughter?"

"Well, unless my daddy wants to fuck his little girl in secret, like now, or mom gives permission."

"I don't see that happening, but you never know. Later, baby. Just fuck me for now."

Mandy moved her hips, taking my cock into her virgin body. I felt each fold of her pussy as I was enveloped by warm wetness. My eyes flew open, hers too. The feeling was amazing. She was so tight, so warm, and this was so wrong. It was electrifying. She moved down, taking more of me into her. Mandy was fucking me.

"Ohhhh Daddy, this feels so good. I'm gonna want this all the time."

I had no words, laying on the cushion of a rented sailboat, on a sunny day, with an eighteen-year-old-girl riding my cock. Her small hands flat on my chest as she pushed her pussy down, taking all of my rigid cock inside her body. Those firm breasts with hard nipples swaying in front of my eyes as she rocked on top of me.

My teen daughter rode me like a champ. Her teen pussy moving up and down my cock, bathing me in her fluids.

On that boat, in broad daylight, I committed the ultimate sin. I fucked my daughter. It was the best sexual experience I ever had.

Mandy twisted herself, letting my cock explore her vagina.

"Oh, daddy so much better than a fake cock. I need you to fuck me a lot."

My daughter had sucked my cock so I knew I could last, well, for a little while. The talk was the worst. My little girl is so hot.

"My pussy is so wet, daddy. I love your cock. If I knew this was this good, I would have tried sooner."

My thighs were covered with her essence. Her sex scent filled my nose.

"Glad you waited. Ride me, ride daddy's cock baby. Daddy wants to cum."

Mandy picked up her pace. She was a natural at fucking. I took her breasts in my hands and pinched the nipples.

"Oh dad, cumming again. I've been cumming this whole time. Oh, dad, I want your cock."

Her breasts felt so fine. The sunlight filtered through her hair as it hung over me. She growled as she rammed her pussy down on my cock.

"Fuck me, dad. I want your cum in me."

That did it.

"Ride me, Mandy. Ride dad. I'm going to cum in your hot little pussy."

"Ohhh fuck yes!" She panted as I felt my cock flex and jet my cum deep inside her. I felt like I came forever.

She collapsed on top of me. We were both panting and covered in sweat.

"Thank you, dad." She whispered.

"No baby, thank you. Dad hasn't had sex in a while, and you made it amazing."

Mandy shifted on me. Her bald pussy rubbed my soft cock. The movement pumped more of our combined fluids all over me. It was warm, I liked it. Now I had the thought.

"Um, baby, are you on..."

She giggled, "The pill, dad? You just pumped a ton of cum inside your daughter's pussy and now you ask? Yes, dad, I'm safe."

"Sorry, for some reason, your young mouth on my cock drove the question out of my mind."

"Oh, you mean like this?"

Mandy took my flaccid cock into her mouth. In shock, I felt myself hardening, again. Unheard of for a guy my age, but true.

"Mmmm, dad. I love our tastes."

"You don't mind tasting your...?"

"My pussy, dad? No, I love tasting myself. I wish I could lick my pussy."

She slid back up and covered me.

"I might even try a girl sometime."

I gently slid out from under her, spread her legs, and moved my head between them. Mandy's eyes went wide.

"Dad, you're gonna lick me? After...?"

I trailed my tongue up the inside of her thigh, "Yes, dad's going to eat your pussy full of us. I do it with mom all the time."

"Ohhhh fuuuuuck that is so hot. Please lick your little girl's pussy daddy. I want to cum on your face."

I pressed my mouth against her freshly shaven sex, hooking my tongue in and scooping out our fluids. I'm not really a fan of my cum, but I love the effect it has, so it's more than worth it. Mandy wriggled on top of me.

"Oh, fuck that feels so good! Lick me pops, lick my pussy. Oh fuck, gonna cum."

My daughter quaked and my mouth filled. Now it was mostly her sweet nectar and I drank needily. I was hooked. She tasted like Jan, but younger. I could lick her pussy all day.

After Mandy came three more times, she made me stop. We fell asleep in each other's arms, down on a bunk, to avoid sunburn.

I woke to my daughter gently sucking my hard cock.

"Mmmm, nice baby."

She looked up at me, "Bout time you woke up. I need this in me."

She slipped off the bunk, "Get up, dad. I want you on top."

Mandy lay and I carefully positioned myself over her, propped up on my knees and elbows. We were face to face. The tip of my cock nestled at her entrance.

"Stick it in me, daddy. Fuck your daughter. Be nasty. Be wrong."

I slid in and it felt just as good as the first time. Mandy moaned, "Ohhhh fuuuuuck that is soooo good."

We kissed as I stroked my cock in her. It was slow and loving. Mandy came quietly, flooding the sheets. I tried to hold back and failed.

"Dad needs to cum, baby."

"Do it," she panted. "cum in my fucking pussy, daddy."

Child can really push my buttons. My rigid cock burst in her vagina. Bolts of cum gushing out. The euphoria of orgasm in the most forbidden place. We collapsed together, sweaty, satisfied.

"Your brother is due day after tomorrow. We'll be changing houses."

Mandy frowned, "I love Clay, but I'm not looking forward to this."

We were still naked. I watched as Mandy toyed with her pussy.

"Aw, kid, but he's your brother."

"You suck, dad. You know why. How are we going to fuck with him here?"

"Don't know, baby. But I know we're gonna try. I'll stop fucking you when you tell me to. Get dressed we're at the breakwater."

Mandy was a wall-to-wall grin as she slid the tank suit back on.

It was the usual routine back at the house except that Jan was excited that Clay would be there soon. We had another night in this house and then Clay would arrive, and we'd move to the big house.

After Jan went up to pass out Mandy and I put on our 'waiting to be safe' movie. However, my daughter broke the rules and fondled my hard cock.

"We're supposed to be good, just in case."

"I can't help it, dad. I'm horny, Finger me."

So, I did. Who could say no? But I was careful, and she complained.

"Dad, I need to cum."

"Not on the couch baby, It'll leave a stain."

"You suck pops."

"Yes, I do, on your hot little pussy. Let's go to bed."

For a guy in his forties, I did good. I came four times that night. Mandy, four hundred. Well, not really, but she had a lot of orgasms. The biggest was when she was on all fours and I had three fingers deep inside, rubbing her G-spot. I leaned over and started sucking on her cute little asshole. She bit the pillow and howled.

As she passed out on top of me, she said I was a dirty filthy old man and she loved me to death.

Jan arrived at breakfast a little early the next day, Mandy and I had been out of bed for a while after some refreshing morning sex where my daughter whined about having to be so quiet.

We sat next to each other on tall stools at the free-standing breakfast bar while Jan made her coffee. Mandy quietly slipped off her stool. As Jan fiddled, poured and stirred, Mandy slid her long tee up, exposing her pert young ass. I ran my hand over her soft young skin. Jan turned, the bar between us. Mandy let the tee drop, covering her ass and my hand, which was now exploring between her legs. My fingers wet from our combined fluids, explored her teenage folds as she asked her mother how she slept.

The sound of a door behind me was not expected.