Convincing Daddy

A consensual adult incest fantasy by Eroscott

Chapter One

“I know what I’ll do,” Amy said to herself, out loud. It was past midnight and she was still pouting because of her father’s refusal to buy her a simple little diamond pendant necklace. She was naked and ever so gently massaging her vulva. It helped her to think, or so she told herself.

“I’ll offer to suck his cock. Hell! I’ll even swallow his cum. Then he’ll buy me that necklace.

Amy sighed. “Yeah right. Suck my daddy’s cock. Like he’d be all over that, committing incest with his little girl.” Oh sure,” she told herself sarcastically.

Then Amy thought about her idea: sucking her father’s cock. She knew there should be an “ewww!” factor but, honestly, there wasn’t. She had sucked her share of cocks and she rather liked it. If she just thought of her father’s cock as just a cock and not her father’s cock, then, well, sure she could suck it…and swallow.

Amy had found that men were easy. Suck their cocks, swallow their cum and they would be willing to do almost anything for you. Why would her father be any different? Suck his cock and, voila, she could get him to buy her the bauble. She knew little girls shouldn’t want to suck their father’s cocks but, what the hell, it would just be loving her father in a different way, right? Giving him pleasure, something that he would really enjoy. Why should that be wrong? Anyway, that’s how she was rationalizing it.

Of course, she wasn’t a little girl, in age, that is. She was 20 years old and in her second year at River City University. She was petite, however. Five feet, two inches tall, 107 pounds of firm, sculpted muscle with curly blonde hair, dark blue eyes, decent sized boobs, a dimpled smile and an outgoing personality. She was an excellent gymnast and a first rate cheerleader. Unfortunately, her academic record wasn’t all that great, which was a sticking point between her father and her.

And, of course, the fathers of little girls shouldn’t want them to suck their cocks, Amy told herself as she giggled. She regularly surfed the internet for porn and even a couple of sites that published e-books. Plus she was on a, mostly, sex site called “Your Desires” that allowed people to post photos and gifs and short videos about all things sexual–consensual adult behavior only. Her user name was “naughtylittlegirl”.

There, and at an e-book site, she had discovered how many people have incest fantasies and desires and that evidently there were many fathers who would love to have their little girls suck their cocks. And then there were the incest stories and postings devoted to mothers and sons, mothers and daughters, brothers and sisters, and sister with sister, among others.

Amy didn’t have any brothers or sisters so she didn’t have any sexual feeling or even pseudo-sexual feeling about that. Her mother, a go-to-church-every-Sunday bible-pounding prude, definitely didn’t attract her sexually, although she was an attractive enough woman in her tight-ass sort of way. There were a couple of her girlfriends she would have liked to experiment with…if the right opportunity ever came up. But her father?

Well, he was a handsome man of 44 who kept himself strong and fit. He was an executive vice president of River City Savings and Loan, a desk job, so he had set up a home gym with free weights and pull-up and dip bars, among other things. He also liked to walk and hike and, a couple times a week, he did a series of all-out 100 yard sprints. Yes, her father was quite fit and quite an attractive older man, Amy thought. At six feet tall and sandy-blonde hair, with pale blue eyes and a ready smile, he was a gentle man, yet assertive. Further, he was a loving and affectionate father…except he wouldn’t buy Amy the little trinket she wanted. If he hadn’t been her father she most definitely would have wanted to have sex with him. So….?

Hmm? She was thinking, I just know if I could convince him to let me suck his cock then I could get him to buy me what I want… Well, within reason. He’s not made of money after all.

Amy pondered it. The more she pondered it the more she rubbed her pussy–imagining his cock in her mouth, probably just like any of the many cocks she had sucked; imagining the scent of his cologne maybe mixed with the musk of his cock and balls, shaved of course; imagining his lean, muscular, tan body; imagining taking him in her mouth and sucking on his swollen cock-head and hard shaft and letting him ejaculate in her mouth and swallowing all of his cum, she didn’t mind swallowing cum at all. And then she, herself, was coming, a nice, big, body-shuddering orgasm, a bit more than usual for just masturbating.

Hmm? Amy thought after her mind was stable again. Fantasizing about sucking my father’s cock just gave me a great big ol’ orgasm. I wonder if I could also convince Daddy to lick my pussy and give me one that way. She began masturbating again imagining her father’s head between her thighs, his mouth and tongue working her pussy over just the way she liked it. Within minutes, Amy was experiencing another good orgasm.

Wow! She told herself, I don’t think I’m going to have a problem about having sex with Daddy. The question is, however, can I convince him to have sex with me. Her father, like herself, was not a religious man although his wife, Amy’s mother, was very religious. Amy knew, or was pretty damned sure that his mother and father weren’t having sex anymore. She wondered why he was still with her. If they did divorce, Amy knew she would go with her father. The thought of living with her mother alone made her shudder with dread. Besides, living with her father alone would give her more opportunity to seduce him or, at least, try to seduce him. She knew that this diamond necklace wouldn’t be the last thing she would have to try and convince him to buy for her.

But, down deep, Amy knew her father wouldn’t divorce his wife. He was a committed and loyal man who, evidently, believed in his wedding vows, at least the “for better or worse” part. She wondered how he would feel about being faithful, sex-wise, to a wife who wasn’t having sex with him…and to having an incestuous relationship with his daughter…. Well, not a full-on sexual relationship, just, you know, oral sex. No actual fucking. That shouldn’t be too hard for him to swallow, should it? Amy laughed at her unintended pun.

No actual fucking? Hmm? Yeah, that would be kind of weird,wouldn’t it? But why? Why would she think that sucking her father’s cock or having him lick her pussy was, well, sort of okay, but having him fuck her pussy wouldn’t be? Amy shook her head. Too much to think about right now. She’d think about that some other time.

She remembered her parents wedding vows from watching the film of their wedding several times. Her father’s vows were: “I, George Mosley, take you, Anna Bishop, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, until death do us part.” There was nothing in those vows that explicitly laid out sexual faithfulness. It was just implied.

Hmm? Amy was thinking again, and hoping that maybe, just maybe she could convince her father that having oral sex with her, even if it was only her giving him a blow job or two without him going down on her, would be good for him, that it wouldn’t be against his wedding vows…at least not explicitly. She was still puzzling that out when she fell asleep.

Chapter Two

It was Saturday morning and George was in his home office going over some spread sheets for work. His wife was at her church helping to get ready for their bi-annual rummage sale. Amy was still in bed sleeping. George shook his head. Amy wanted him to buy her a diamond necklace and he’d turned her down and she’d been pouting about it last night.

George loved his daughter and wanted to give her many things. But just buying any bauble she saw wasn’t the way. And she needed to get more serious about her studies at River City U. She wasn’t stupid but she also wasn’t as focused as she should be on the academic side of college. Yes she was a great gymnast and cheerleader but she wasn’t studying to be a physical education teacher. She was studying psychology of all things. Okay, maybe he wasn’t being fair. There were many good psychologists, some that actually did some good. But to be successful you had to be focused. And there it was. George felt his daughter just wasn’t focused enough on her studies.

Having thought of his daughter as a gymnast, having watched her perform, having seen her working out, and especially having seen her in the tiny little bikinis she worn out at their swimming pool, brought other, unwanted, thoughts to George’s mind. He mentally shoved them away. A good father did not think of his daughter that way. Yes, she was beautiful. And that wasn’t just the father in him talking. Her face, her body, her grace, her, usually, smiling happy personality, all came together to make a really damned good looking young woman.

George sighed. If only his wife wasn’t such a Puritan about sex: bedroom only, lights out, missionary position only, and only twice a month, if that. He sighed again and opened a new tab in his computer and typed in: “petite blonde porn.” He knew what he was doing, but he tried to convince himself that it was about his wife, not his daughter. About early in their relationship before he realized just how sexually repressed his wife really was. Then, like his daughter, Anna was a beautiful petite blonde. Well, she was still a beautiful petite blonde and mature woman of 41. George thought the maturity made her even more beautiful.

Still, George was watching more porn with young petite blondes than mature ones. He liked seeing them getting fucked by big cocks. He, himself had a reasonably big cock, not huge by any means. It was 7-1/2 inches long and rather thick. Of the half-dozen or so women he’d had sex with before meeting Anna, none of them complained about his lack of size and a couple of them had told him to be careful in certain positions because he went too deep. George also like watching the girls in the porn videos getting fucked in all kinds of positions. He liked watching them sucking cocks–something his wife wouldn’t do–and swallowing cum–something his wife saw as “dirty” and “yucky.”

George now “clicked” on to one of his favorite porn videos. The young lady in the video looked very much like his daughter. There were several videos of her and in them she fucked and sucked with abandon, sometimes with two or three men, sometimes with another woman thrown in for the bi-sexual interest. Were there really women like that in the real world, not just the porn world? Could his daughter be that way?

Whoa! George thought. Careful now. He had to keep his daughter out of this. Of course, he always told himself that, but when he was masturbating, which he did a lot of, he always thought of his daughter no matter how much he tried not to.

Oh, fuck it, George told himself. Who are you trying to kid? You’re a sick fuck and you know it. He got the video going then got up and quietly locked his office door. He undid his pants and pushed them and his boxers down to his knees before sitting back down and tucking his shirt up out of the way on his flat, muscular stomach. His cock knew what was happening and had already started getting hard. George watched the petite young blonde in the video sucking on a big cock.

“That’s it Amy,” he whispered to himself, “suck your daddy’s cock.” His cock got very hard very quickly and he stroked it slowly, trying to pace himself to the action in the video. George watched the porn actress sucking and getting fucked in several different positions until the ultimate shot. The porn actor pulled his cock out of the her pussy. He’d been fucking her from behind. She quickly spun around and grabbed hold of his cock and began sucking and stroking it.

Then the actor was crying out and grunting and the actress opened her mouth wide, still stroking the cock, and George watched as the actor’s cock ejaculated stream-after-stream of his hot cum, getting most of it into the actresses mouth. Still holding on to the man’s cock, the girls made a show of the cum in her mouth then swallowed it. She turned her attention back to the less than iron-hard cock and stroked it a couple of times, sucking up more semen that oozed out of it before sucking it deep into her mouth several times. Then she pulled her mouth slowly off the cock and turned to grin broadly at the camera: Fade to black.

George had come just as the girl’s mouth began sucking the man’s cock for the finale to the video. His cock didn’t shoot strong streams of semen like so many porn actor’s cock do. It shot out a little bit then oozed out the rest. But it felt just as good.

While watching the video, George had mentally transposed his daughter and himself as the fucker and the fuckee and his orgasm was, as usual when he did that, a really strong and satisfying one. He’d been careful, of course, to stifle himself, not wanting to make a noise that Amy might hear. That was one other thing about having sex with his wife, or rather, not having sex, she made little to no noise and didn’t like him to either. But he did like to. When he was home alone and masturbating, he would grunt and groan and maybe even cried out a few words to enhance his pleasure. Hell, for all he knew, his wife never had an orgasm, but not for his lack of trying. However, no matter what he wanted to do to bring her pleasure, she would always rebuff him and he was left with, basically, masturbating in her vagina.

George grabbed some tissues from a box of them on his desk and cleaned himself up. Most of the cum, as usual, ended up on his lower abdomen. He looked at his shaved pubic area, balls included, and liked what he saw. His wife thought it was disgusting but, mostly, she didn’t see it because they only made love–had sex–in the dark. George wondered if Amy was equally free of hair. He supposed she was and that thought made him want to see for himself, to spread her young thighs apart and cast his eyes upon her totally hairless vulva.

He sighed again and shook his head. George, he told himself, you really are a sick fuck.

Chapter Three

Amy woke up, yawned and stretched her lithe body to the fullest. She had the diamond necklace on her mind, as well as how to seduce her father. She knew her mother would be at her church so Amy got up and put on her skimpiest bikini, barely more than strands of thread. It was the height of summer in River City and the morning would be warm, perfect for going for a swim and, hopefully, letting her father see her with next to nothing on, also hopefully, to stir his libido.

As Amy padded across the family room carpet, she heard the distinctive click of her father’s home office door being unlocked. She smiled to herself. Amy had figured out long ago that when her mother was gone and she, herself, was in the house, and her father was in his office, he would lock the door surreptitiously to watch porn and masturbate, she was sure. Why else would he lock the door?

George’s office door opened onto the family room and came out just then. When he saw Amy, he gave a little start of surprise. “Oh, hi sweetie. I didn’t realize you were up yet,” he said.

Amy turned to face her father, feet apart, arms akimbo, a big grin on her face. “Hey, good morning, Daddy. How are you today?”

George, feeling guilty about his masturbation session, thinking about his daughter, blushed and Amy notice. “Uh, I’m fine, just fine. Going for a swim?” Dumb question he told himself, since she was wearing a bikini…if it could be called that. It barely covered up her nipples and vulva. Her beautiful, tanned, athletic body was all but naked in front of him.

Amy bit her lower lip sexily and nodded. “Yeah. Would you like to join me?”

“I would baby, but, uh, uh, I’m meeting an associate to go over some loan proposals that need to be approved by Monday,” George lied to his daughter. He felt ashamed and embarrassed as though his daughter had caught him in the act of beating off. He wanted to get out of the house for a while.

Amy, still smiling walked up to her father. “Okay, darling. I’ll see you later then.” Amy put her arms around her father’s neck and pulled him down for a big hug. She pressed her firm, well-shaped breasts against his chest and kissed him on the cheek. She felt his body tense up and was happy. Then she released him, turned away, and walked to the sliding patio doors, giving her father a very good look at her young athletic body: broad shoulders, narrow waist, womanly hips, and firm, rounded ass cheeks with just a string up through them.

George felt his daughter’s hug, felt her breasts, felt his cock begin to respond. He would have loved to swim with his daughter, both of them naked. He would love to eat her pussy, her sitting on the edge of the pool and him still in the water. He would love to have had sex with her on a couple of towels on the pool deck. God yes, he would! Instead, he beat a hasty retreat to the garage and got in his car. He drove off not knowing just where he was going, maybe take a drive in the foothills, maybe find a neighborhood bar and have a couple of drinks.

Amy dove into the pools and swam a few lengths, laughing to herself. She was sure now that he’d been in his office jerking off. Wait a minute, she told herself. If he was looking at porn on his computer, I wonder if he cleared his browsing history? Amy was up out of the pool and dried off in seconds. She went back into the house and into her fathers office. His laptop was sitting, closed on his desk. Amy didn’t know where her father had gone or when he would be back so she wanted to make this as quick as possible.

Her father never password locked his computer at home and Amy quickly had it up and running and then did a browser history search. Aha, she exclaimed when the web-site at the top of the list turned out to be a porn video. She clicked on it and in short order was watching a girl who could have been her sister, maybe even her twin, sucking big cock and getting fucked by same in many position, and also letting the actor come in her wide open mouth after he’d been fucking her doggie-style. After the all important “money shot,” showing that the guy was actually coming, the girl closed her lips around the big cock to finished him off and swallow his cum.

“Oh! My! God!” Amy said out loud. “My father is fantasizing about fucking me. Oh this is going to be so much easier than I thought it would be.”

Amy quickly did a half-dozen screen shots and printed them out then shut down her father’s computer, leaving everything as she had found it before exiting the room.

* * *

George came home a couple of hours later, just a little tipsy but with his sexual emotions quite under control…or so he thought.

“Hi, Daddy,” Amy said, coming down the hallway wearing a short, pink, silk robe. It wasn’t closed and it flowed open as she came towards him. George could see her hairless pudenda, her firm breasts, not too small, not too big, with the rosy areolae and their erect, upturned nipples. In that instant, he noticed things about his daughter’s body that were burned into his brain forever.

“Uh! Uh!” George was at a loss for words at the overt display of nudity, sexuality by his daughter.

Amy walked right up to her father and put her arms around his neck, then she kissed him on the mouth. George was too shocked to resist her, or so he told himself later, as he allowed her tongue to slip into his mouth. He automatically put his arms around his daughter’s strong but lithe body and pull it tight up against his. He felt her tongue sliding over and around his, he tasted her saliva, he felt her hard nipples pressing into his chest. Then his made an effort to push her away.

“No! No, Amy, this isn’t right!”

Amy stepped back and grinned up at her father. “Not as right as you watching porn of a young girl who could be my twin?”

“Wha…What!”

“And wishing it were me, right, Daddy?”

“But how….?” But George knew how. He knew Amy must have gone into his office and booted up his computer and he hadn’t cleared the search history.

George blushed red and took a deep breath, then cleared his throat. “Alright, Amy, you caught me. But it was wrong. My…my…my sick desires….”

“Aren’t all that sick,” Amy replied. “I have them, too.”

“You do!” George was taken completely by surprise. Never in a 100 years would he have thought that his beautiful daughter would have wanted to have sex with him.

Amy smiled seductively, but her heart was in her throat. She was about to put her plan into motion.

“Yeah, Daddy. I would really love to suck your cock. Right now. Right here.” Amy stepped up close again and groped her father’s crotch, feeling the swelling there. “And I really think you’d like me to do that, too.” Amy dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle her father’s belt.

“No, Amy! Wait!”

“But, Daddy, I really want to.”

George was no fool. If his daughter wanted to have sex with him he was going to take advantage of it. “Yes. Okay. But let me go, you know, freshen up a bit. I’ve had a couple of drinks. I’ve pissed a couple of times…you know.”

“Oh, well, yeah, that’d be good.”

Oh goody! Amy was thinking, as her father helped her up. I’m going to suck Daddy’s dick and then I’m going to get that diamond necklace.

George pulled his daughter close and looked down into her eyes. He still wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not. But if he wasn’t dreaming, what Amy and he was about to do was…. Well, it would be extremely bad if anyone else ever found out. He could go to jail, be labeled a sex offender…maybe Amy, too. And yet, here she was, his daughter, actually consenting to have sex with him, something he’d fantasized about so often. And he wanted to. He wanted to so badly. His cock was growing harder by the second. His heart was beating hard in his chest. He felt lightheaded and had to take a deep, calming breath.

“You realize, of course, the seriousness of what we’re about to do, don’t you? If your friends found out, you would be shunned, an outcast. If anyone found out, we could go to jail.”

Amy’s eyes widened. “Jail? Really?” She hadn’t thought about that. She knew it was illegal, but how bad could it be? They were both adults and were consenting to have sex. She didn’t want to get pregnant by her father, or anyone else for that matter, at least not yet. She was using a really good birth control product. He wasn’t forcing her. She was willing to do it.

“Yes, baby, really. It’s a felony and we would be branded for life as sex offenders. Although…although, I could say I forced you and you would be a victim and….”

“No!” Amy said defiantly. “If we got caught, if anyone found out, I wouldn’t let you do that. I’m an adult and I made this decision. But we’re not going to let anyone find out, Daddy. We’re going to be very, vary careful.”

In the back of Amy’s mind a realization was blooming. This was no longer a lark, a fun, if perverted thing to do: Suck Daddy’s dick, get him to buy me the necklace. She’d sucked dicks before. No big deal. Sucking he father’s dick really didn’t seem to be that big of a deal either. She did love him and she liked sucking cock well enough, so, no big deal. And later, more cock sucking and more things he would buy for her. It had seemed harmless, simple, fun even. Now it was serious, a serious secret that had to be kept. If she insisted on going down this path, her father and she would be bonded in a way that she hadn’t imagined.

George was surprised at his daughter’s defiance and determination. How had she come to want to have sex with him, commit incest? He knew he wasn’t bad looking man and one that kept himself in shape, but still. She was his daughter. He was her father. Other than him watching porn videos of young women that reminded him of his daughter, there had never been any hint of this sort of behavior on his part, he was sure, nor on her part. And then it hit him: The diamond necklace.

George smiled down at his daughter and took her face in his hands. He was still quite aware of her sexy body peeking out from between the folds of her silk robe. He kissed her on the lips, slid his tongue out and across her lovely lips. She opened her mouth to her father and they kissed like the lovers they were going to become, a long, deep, wet, delicious, affectionate kiss.

“You want me to buy you that diamond necklace, don’t you, darling,” George said when he broke off the kiss.

Now that the ice had been broken, in a manner of speaking, now that he knew his daughter would be willing to have sex with him…for a price…and now that she knew he had lusted after her, he didn’t want to give up his fantasy of having sex with his daughter. He was all in at that moment.

“What? Wait! Uh, no, Daddy. I, I, I….” Amy was blushing furiously, averting her eyes.

“It’s okay, baby,” George said while giving his daughter a wicked little smile. “I’ll buy it for you. But it’s going to take a whole lot more than a blow job on your part if you still want it.”

Amy jerked her eyes back up to her father’s. “What? What do you mean.” But she knew what he meant. It wasn’t going to be a simple blow job or two. The realization in the back of her mind now took full bloom and smacked into her frontal cortex. This whole idea of her that had seemed so simple was becoming quite complex. She remember a Sir Walter Scott quote from her English Lit. class: “Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!”

Amy smiled, then threw her head back and laughed heartily. “You got me, Dad.” What can I say?”

George laughed. “Say you’ll still give me that blow job…and we’ll see what happens after that. I mean, if you still want to commit incest with your father.”

Amy looked at her father seriously. All of a sudden, the diamond necklace didn’t seem all that important. She’d kissed her father twice now and the second kiss was…was…well, it had been heart-poundingly exciting. She wanted to kiss him again, several more times, and, as for sucking his cock, yes, she really wanted to take his hard, erect penis in her mouth, suck on it, pleasure it, let it come in her mouth, and swallow her father’s semen. Yes, she really did. The thought of doing that perverted deed, sucking her father’s cock, excited her like no other thought of sex ever had. And it was making her pussy wet, very wet.

“Yes I do, father. I want us to be lovers. Or, at the very least, give it a try and see if it suits us, which, well, I’m pretty sure it will.” She laughed again. “I’m a hot young chick and you’re a hot older man, and I want to make love with you.”

“Wow!” George said, then kissed his daughter again, sweetly, lovingly.

“But remember,” he said after pulling his lips from his daughter’s, “you can’t wear that diamond necklace around your mother. If she ever suspected anything… Well, if she didn’t report us, I’m sure she would tell someone else who would.”

“Daddy, I will be the soul of discretion around Mom and every body else,” Amy assured her father.

George smiled then grinned. “God, I can hardly wait to taste your sweet young pussy.”

Amy’s mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide. And then she was laughing again. “And I can hardly wait for you to come in my mouth.” She gave her father her on wicked little smile, “I swallow.”

George grinned and shook his head. This was going to be a dream come true. Sex liked he’d hoped to have with his wife he was now going to have with his daughter. He took Amy’s hand. “Come on my darling daughter, let’s go take a shower,” he said, leading her to the master bedroom. He also made a mental note to call his wife to see if she was still at the church and when she would be coming home.

Chapter Four

In the large master bath, Amy dropped her robe and George quickly stripped out of his clothes. His cock was fully hard now in anticipation of what his daughter and he were going to do. He had to admit, looking her lovely young body over, that she was truly a beautiful and desirable young woman. That was reason enough to be as sexually aroused as he was. But he also had to admit that the aura of taboo and danger of committing incest with his daughter heaped sexual excitement on top of sexual excitement.

Amy looked her father’s lean, muscular body over and liked what she saw. Of course, she had seen him many times just wearing shorts or a swimming trunks but, still, he was a very handsome and fit older man. And, this was the first time she had seen his cock and balls. He shaved and his genitals were hairless like her own. Her father’s cock was big but not too big. It had a nice length to it and a good thickness. It looked like she would enjoy it very much, although that hadn’t been in her original plan.

Amy’s stomach felt like it had butterflies in it, now that the reality of what her father and she were about to do fully hit her. God yes, she wanted to suck his cock, feel his hot cum shooting into her mouth. And now, that the plan had changed, she wanted to feel his firm, muscular body on top of hers, feel his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy…and, oh yes, watch and feel as her father went down on her and licked her pussy.

Father and daughter embraced, Amy pulled his hard rod up flat against her body. They kissed a long and delicious kiss, then kissed again with more passion, both of them not believing that this was happening and so thrilled that it was.

In the shower, George took his time lathering up and washing his daughter all over, kissing her ears and neck and mouth while his hands slipped delightfully over her body and into every nook and cranny.

“I’m going to lick your asshole, darling,” he whispered into her ear.

Amy shivered with anticipation. She’d had a couple of boys do that and she’d done it to them. Would her father want to take it father than just rimming her? Would he want to fuck her in the ass. She’d never let that happen. But with her father? Maybe she would, if he wanted to. She was sure he would be careful not to hurt her.

With the shower still running, Amy turned her father’s back to the stream then went down on her knees. She looked up at her father with her dark blue eyes, blinking against the splash over. “I love you, Daddy,” she said simply, then slid her warm, slick mouth over the head of his cock and took in at least half of its length, and began bobbing her head up and down on it.

Oh my God, she thought, I’m sucking my father’s cock like I said I would. She almost felt dizzy.

“Oh my God!” George gasped as he watched his daughter slide her oh so soft, wet, and warm mouth over his cock. “Baby! Darling! That’s feels so good!”

Amy looked up at her father and gave him a wink with one of her beautiful blue eyes, then closed them again and concentrated on giving her father the best blow job she knew how.

After sucking on his cock for a while, Amy pulled her mouth off. “I love doing this, Daddy,” she said. Then she lowered her head a bit and began licking and sucking on the so very soft skin of his scrotum. She sucked one ball into her mouth, then the other, making her father gasp and groan with extreme pleasure.

George had never even thought of his daughter doing this to him and wondered at her talent. But mostly, he was thrilled that she was doing it.

Amy sucked both of her father’s balls into her mouth and tugged on them, making him groan with pleasure some more. Then she went back to sucking his cock.

After that, it didn’t take long. George was so stoked, so primed that he couldn’t hold back any longer, not that he wanted to. After all, she did say she swallowed, something that he had fantasized about.

“Amy! Amy! Oh Amy, I’m coming! I’m coming!,” he managed to gasp out before his cock began to explode, pumping fat wads of his hot, thick cum into his daughter’s wonderful sucking mouth.

Amy was thrilled. If she’d been dizzy before, now she almost swooned. She felt her father’s semen spurting into her mouth and sucked and stroked his cock even more. She tasted her father’s cum, relishing it and swallowing it and thrilling to what she was doing to him.

Finally, George’s cock was empty. He shook his head to clear his sight. He could have sworn that his eyes crossed during that orgasm. Pulling his cock from his daughter’s mouth, he lifted her to her feet then kissed her sweetly and affectionately, his tongue exploring every part of her mouth, tasting the remnants of his semen there and being thrilled by it. His cum in his daughter’s mouth. A fantasy come true.

“Now my beautiful, fantastic, darling daughter,” George said after breaking off the kiss, “it’s my turn to give you pleasure.” He turned around and shut off the shower.

Minutes later father and daughter were on his king-sized bed, kissing and caressing each other. George began working his way slowly down Amy’s body. After kissing her mouth, her ears, her neck, he worked his way from one shoulder to the other, lifting her arms, licking her armpits and biting so delightfully on the muscles front and back.

He moved on to his daughter’s firm, young breasts, massaging one with his hand while kissing, licking, and nibbling on the other, paying special attention to her erect nipples. He asked her what she liked and listened to what she told him. He moved on to her flat stomach, caressing it with his fingertips, feeling the muscles jumping under the skin, biting firmly here, kissing lightly there.

And then he moved down over her vulva. He could smell the scent of a clean and healthy woman, a scent that he loved so well but hadn’t smelled in a long, long time. It seemed to Amy that her father spent hours going over every bit, inside and out, of her pussy. From side-to-side and from top-to-bottom, not one square centimeter was left untouched, unstimulated, unpleasured. Then and only then did he begin to seriously put the munch on her most sensitive bits.

Amy had never had a boy make love to her like this, so slowly, so thoroughly, so completely. It was a fantastic experience a mind-expanding experience. Amy had always loved her father. He was a good man, firm but gentle and loving. Now she was learning to love him even more and in a new way. She was realizing that she could very easily fall in love with her father.

“Oh, Daddy, yes! Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Amy cried out as her body heaved up and she smashed her vulva against her father’s so very talented mouth as she had an explosive, leg-shaking orgasm, like no other orgasm she’d ever had in her short sexual life.

George, grinning, pushed back up to a kneeling position. He wiped his daughter’s vaginal lubrication and his saliva from his mouth and chin with his forearm. He gave Amy a few seconds before he leaned in again. This time he took hold of his cock–it was iron hard once more–and rubbed the swollen head through his daughter’s dripping wet pussy.

“I love you, baby,” George said as he positioned the head of his dick at his daughter’s vaginal opening. Then, bracing himself on his elbows and knees, he rotated his hips and shoved his hard cock balls deep in Amy’s tight, but oh so wet and slick pussy.

Amy made a strangled sound as her fingernails dug into her father’s back and her teeth bit into his trapezius muscle. He grunted. It was just a bit painful, but worth it, as his daughter’s body heaved up against him, another orgasm pulsing through her body.

“Dadeeee,” Amy squeaked out and she clung to her father with all her might as her body convulsed beneath him.

George, totally amazed at what had just happen, didn’t miss a beat as he began fucking his daughter’s delightful pussy with hard, fast, deep strokes. Within seconds, Amy was coming again, and then again, and then again.

And then she was pushing him away, trying to squeeze her legs together. “No! No! No!” she said, gasping for breath.

George pushed back away, pulling his cock out of his daughter’s pussy. He rolled over onto his side and gathered his little girl in his arms. She cuddled in against him sobbing, sobbing, and then laughing. Amy lifted her head, opened her eyes, and put an arm around her father’s neck to pull him down for a long, lingering, loving kiss.

Amy broke off the kiss slowly and pulled her head back a bit to look her father straight in the eyes. “You are an amazing lover, Dad. Just amazing,” she said.

“Well, I don’t….”

“Shh, Daddy, just say thank you.”

George laughed. “Thank you, Amy.”

“I’ve never had a sexual experience that even comes close to what you just did to me,” Amy said. She kissed her father on his lips. “The orgasm you gave me with your mouth, then, when you entered me, my God, I came again.”

“I know. That was really amazing.”

“And then you kept on fucking me, pounding the big, beautiful cock in my pussy so wonderfully and I had three more orgasms. I just had to stop. I couldn’t continue. I felt like I was going to pass out.

“Well, it seems that you are a very, um, sexually receptive girl, with a very strong libido.”

“Or it could be that you are a very good lover…or that we make a great pair together sexually.”

“George raised his eyebrows. “Well, there is that.”

They both laughed.

“But I was just so excited, after giving you the blow job in the shower, and you took such a long, long, delicious time getting me off with your mouth…and then…and then you, my father, my daddy, was fucking me. Your cock entering my pussy. It was just so exciting and thrilling. And…and, I have to admit, a large part of the excitement and thrill was the fact that we are father and daughter, committing incest, that my father was fucking me and I so much wanted you to.

“Whew! I love this. I love what we are doing, Dad. I love committing incest with you. Who knew we would be so good at it?”

George laughed. “And what about this,” he said as he grabbed hold of his still quite hard cock.

“Oh, we’ll take care of that, but more slowly now.”

Amy rolled onto her back and spread her legs. George got on top of her again. She guided her father’s cock to her vaginal opening. He slid his hard man meat into his daughter’s tight, slick fuck hole once again. And once again, they were making love. Making love, not just fucking–slowly, affectionately, with long kisses and many caresses, and always his cock fucking her. He, experiencing the delight of her muscular and very snug sexual opening, so wet and slick and welcoming. She, experiencing the delight of his long, thick sexual rod spreading her vaginal sphincter wide and sliding so delightfully back through it, in and out, in and out, deeply, fully in and out.

When they finally did come, they came together, both of them experiencing a most gratifying, strong and intense orgasm, made all the more thrilling to them both because, even though Amy was on birth control and couldn’t get pregnant, his semen was splashing and coating the inside of her vagina deep up inside of her.

Chapter Five

George had told his wife that he would grill some steaks for dinner. Amy made a large and colorful salad. A large part of their healthy lifestyle was limiting carb intake, so they didn’t eat many starchy carbs–corn, potatoes, bread. Dinner was ready when Anna got home.

George and Amy were the picture of innocence, although internally they were nervous. Would Anna be able to detect anything that seemed different about them. They hoped not.

George greeted his wife like he always did, with a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. She shrugged him off and went straight to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a double shot of Maker’s Mark bourbon and downed it in one go.

George and Amy looked at each other, shocked. George was even more shocked that his wife could do that. This was something Anna never did. She didn’t drink. Being a member of the Southern Baptist Church, from her childhood in the South, alcohol was anathema to her.

And then they noticed her red, puffy eyes and the smeared mascara. Anna had been crying. George went up to his wife but she turned away. He tried to put his arms around her but again she shrugged him off.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” George asked gently.

Amy and he exchanged a look. They were both worried. This was totally bizarre behavior by Anna.

Anna poured herself more bourbon then took a deep breath and turned around to face her husband and daughter.

I can’t live a lie anymore and…and I don’t know what to do.” She began sobbing.

Amy stepped over to her mother and put her arms around her and held her close. Anna put her head in the crook of her daughter’s neck and sobbed. George gently took the glass of bourbon from her hand.

“Mom, we love you,” Amy said soothingly. “We’ll help you if we can. But, but, what’s the lie? What’s the problem?”

“You can’t help me, baby,” Anna sniffled. “I’m beyond redemption. I’m going to hell.”

Now George was really concerned. “What the fuck are you talking about, Anna?”

“No need to be crude, George,” Anna said as she straightened up and took her glass of bourbon back from him. This time, she took a sip of it.

“My granddaddy use to make and drink moonshine,” Anna said. She had a far away look in her eyes, remembering her past. “My Momma didn’t have anything to do with him and didn’t want me to either. She was really a strict Southern Baptist and what her father did was, to her and the church, purely the work of the Devil.

“But I loved him. He was happy and funny and kind and treated me like a princess. I used to sneak off at night. I always knew where his still was, in one hollow or another. He’d have to move it from time-to-time, but he’d come by to visit when Mama wasn’t home and tell me to find him if I needed to or wanted to..

He’d give me sips of moonshine, just little sips, and I knew I was sinning. I was fully involved in the church because of my Mama. But I loved that old man. I even got drunk a couple of times when I was a teenager.

“But then one night the ATF boys raided his still and there was a shoot out. I found out later that he’d already done five years in federal prison for moon-shining and had sworn to go out shooting if they tried to arrest him again.”

Anna looked at her husband and her daughter, tears in her eyes now. Her voice choking up. “They killed him. Said he shot first and they were only defending themselves.”

Anna took a deep shuddering breath and closed her eyes as tears leaked out. Then she held her head up and finished off the bourbon and set her glass down.

“My Momma and the preacher at the church railed at what had happened. But they blamed my granddad. ‘The wages of sin are death,’ they said and Momma told me that her father was now suffering for his sinning ways in Hell. Well that scared me terribly and I never had another drink of alcohol…until now.

“Grandpa and I would have long talks at night while he tended his still, about God and the world and people. He was an atheist. He said that the concept of a loving God who made a creature like the Devil, then couldn’t control it or destroy it and let it run loose among mankind, and also made a place of eternal torment for sinners was totally and completely irrational. I really didn’t understand him at the time I had been indoctrinated in the ways of the church from the time I was born. It must have been the truth and the way and he lived had to be wrong.

He was well-liked, even loved, in our little community, and the church was filled to overflowing at his funeral. And I wondered at the time, how could such a well-liked and loved man be so bad that God would send him to hell.

“Also found out after his death that he’d been college educated. Well, partially. He never finished. He evidently was quite intelligent…. Well, I knew he was but what I mean is that he was a straight A student in high school. He applied to Yale and was accepted. The people around my little town said that the Yankee college ruined him. Only he was a good man, except for making illegal whiskey, and now I’m not so sure that was all bad.

“Anyway, after three and a half years at Yale, he came back home and never went to church again and he took up moon-shining.”

George and Amy with amazement to Anna’s story about her grandfather, something she had never talked about before.

“But, Mom,” Amy said, what is the problem. Why did you say you were beyond redemption and going to hell?”

Anna smiled at her daughter. The alcohol working on her brain now a little so she spoke bluntly. “Because I’m a lesbian,” she said simply.

“Whoa! What? No!” George blurted out. “Anna, we make love….”

“No, George, we had sex.”

“But I got you pregnant. We have Amy….”

“Lesbians can have sex with men and get pregnant. But George, no fault of your own, I never enjoy it. And I’ve always known that I…well, I enjoy women, the company of women and the, the looks of women. I find women physically attractive in a way that I shouldn’t. But I do. And I have fought that feeling for, well, ever since I was quite young and realized that I shouldn’t be thinking that way.

“I’ve prayed and prayed and prayed to God to change me but it never happened. Today, I was working with the pastor’s wife. He’s young. She’s young. And she’s really pretty and has a really smart and funny personality, and, well, I couldn’t stop having, um, sexual thoughts about her.

I couldn’t stand it. I went to the pastor and told him I needed to pray and to have him pray with me. He asked me what the problem was. For the first time in my life I told someone what I was thinking and feeling, someone I fully trusted, my pastor. I was hoping for help, solace, words of wisdom. Instead I got a look of horror on his face and a spluttering repetition of the church mantra about homosexuality: “Even a desire to engage in a homosexual relationship is always sinful, impure, degrading, shameful, unnatural, indecent and perverted.”

“Oh my God!” Amy said. “What did you do?”

Anna smiled. “I remembered my granddad and his logical arguments against creator god beliefs and at that moment it fully struck me how right he was. Here I had been struggling against what is obviously my true self.

I was made this way. Or, I was born this way. I didn’t choose to find women sexually attractive. That’s just who I am. I’ve tried not to, but I still do. I’ve prayed for God to help me but, no luck there. I still find women sexually attractive. And if the so-called creator god made me then he made me this way and he can’t condemn me without being totally irrational. And who wants to worship an irrational god? It was like a veil had been lifted from my eyes and I could see clearly now.”

Anna smiled. “So I told the pastor that he was an ignorant piece of shit and that he should go fuck himself, and then I left and came home.”

“But, Anna,” George said, “you were crying when you came home.”

“Yes, George. On the way home I was crying. I was crying for all the years I’ve missed as a lesbian trying to conform to a religious belief that rejects me as I am. Here I am, 43 years old, with a desire for women and I have never even kissed one. I’m married, have a 20 year old daughter, and a husband who I love even though I don’t care to have sex with him. And I don’t know what to do.”

Tears welled up in Anna’s eyes again.

“I do,” Amy said.

“What?” both Anna and George said at the same time.

“I know what to do,” Amy said with a mischievous smile on her face. “It might take a little thinking outside the box, but I think it’s doable.

Chapter Six

Amy looked at her mother seriously. “Mom, I’m bi-sexual,” she said.

George did a double take. His beautiful young daughter, a bi-sexual. An immediate image of her kissing and going down on another equally beautiful young woman popped into his mind.

Anna frowned. “You are?”

Amy grinned and nodded. “Yep,” she said. “I pretty much like having sex with men or women or both at the same time.”

That had George wondering about how much sexual experience his daughter actually had in her young life…and imagining a threesome with her and another girl.

“Yes, but….” Anna said.

“Mom,” Amy interrupted, “I can show you what it’s like to kiss another woman and I can help you bring out your true lesbian self to the fullest.”

As soon as Amy had heard her mother admit to being a lesbian, by nature, this seed of an idea began to grow quickly in her mind: I’m already committing incest with Dad, so why the hell not with Mom, too. For being 43 she’s in as good a shape as Dad or I. And the thought of tasting her mother’s pussy and bringing her to orgasm with her mouth, and vice versa, began to make her pussy wet.

“But…But, you’re my daughter. I’m your mother,” Anna protested.

George was getting nervous. Would Amy spill the beans about them being lovers now?

“We’re just two women, Mom, really. I like making love to women and you want to find out about it, learn how to go about it. I can teach you. And, truthfully, the thought of making love to my hot mom, to giving her the pleasure she so wants to experience, really turns me on. So call me perverted, but there it it.

“Listen, I think the main argument against incest are the problems that inbreeding brings. And that’s a valid point. But I can’t get you pregnant and you can’t get me pregnant. And, yes, I know you probably can’t think of me as a sexual being right now, but if you really want to find out what it’s like to make love to a woman, I think you could suspend your feelings about me as your daughter. You could, maybe, just close your eyes and not think of me but just feel the sensations as I kiss you and caress you and, well, you know, go down on you and make oral love to you.

“Mom, we’re two adult women. We own the property of our bodies and minds. We should be able to do with them as we wish, just so long as we don’t harm others in so doing. And, seriously, I can’t think of how making love with you will harm any other person on the planet. I just want to give you pleasure, even sexual pleasure, and take pleasure from you, even sexual pleasure, and I can’t think of any logical reason why we shouldn’t do that…assuming you really want to.”

Anna heart was beating hard in her chest. The very thought of making love to another woman, after all the years of frustration of desire and heartbreak because she had been trying to live the life others thought she should, was beyond exciting…even if the other woman was her daughter.

“I…I don’t know, Amy. It’s all so sudden and….”

Amy could see the vein in her mother’s neck pulsing with blood, she grinned a wicked little smile. “And all so exciting, too, isn’t it, Mom?

Anna smiled, almost laughed, nodded. “Yes, baby, it’s all so exciting, too.”

“Mom, I’m just asking you to give it a try. If you don’t like it, if the fact that I’m your daughter bothers you too much, well, we can just stop. No harm done. But I love you, Mom, and I know you love me….”

“Oh, yes, Amy, I do.”

“And you’re a very attractive woman….”

“Thank you. And so are you, darling.” Anna was warming up to the idea now, thinking about getting naked, in bed with her daughter, also naked and…and…. A shudder of anticipation went through her body.

Amy smiled. “Thanks, Mom. So what I was getting to was this: What’s the harm in two women who want to get intimate, sexually intimate, with each, especially since they already know and love each other. This would just be another way of showing our love and affection to each other.”

George was definitely getting a stiffie now, thinking of watching his wife and daughter making love. He wondered if Anna would allow it. He was pretty sure Amy would.

Anna took a deep shuddering breath, making her mind up in that instant. “Okay, Amy,” Anna swallowed. “I’ll give it a try.” She felt dizzy when she said that. She’d just agreed to make love with her daughter, but more importantly, to find out if her desires for intimate contact with another woman would be as good as she hoped it would be.

“Great, Mom!” Amy said. She, too, was overcome with strong emotion. She was actually going to make love to her own mother and she was so ready and excited about it that it almost felt like the ground under her feet had moved. Committing incest with both of her parents on the same day, she wondered if that was some kind of record.

Amy took a deep breath to steady herself then embraced he mother fully. As her mother embraced her in return, Amy told her quietly, “I’m going to kiss you, Mom.”

“Uh? Uh?” Anna looked at her husband.

“It’s okay, Anna,” George said. “I want you to try this. I want you to find and fulfill your true self. I want you to be happy.”

“But, George, where was my head. We’re talking about incest here. Doesn’t that bother you.”

“Not at all, darling,” George replied with a straight face.

“We’ll talk about that later, Mom,” Amy said, as she gave her father a secret wink.

Amy tightened her hold on her mother, pressing their breasts and hips together. Anna moaned just a little. Then Amy brought her lips to her mother’s. “Just close your eyes and relax, Mom, and feel what I’m doing, what we’re doing, okay?”

“Yes, baby,” Anna said breathlessly.

Amy molded her lips to her mother’s. She slid the tip of her tongue between her mother’s lips. Anna opened her mouth and Amy slid her tongue into it. The hearts of both women were beating like trip-hammers. The pussies of both women were getting wet.

Anna moaned deep in her throat as her daughter kissed her so sweetly and deliciously. Anna was passive for just a couple of moments, then she actively began kissing her daughter. The two women kissed each other again and again, affectionately, passionately. Finally breaking off the last kiss, both women were breathing hard.

“Oh my!” Anna said. “I…I…” That was wonderful.”

“Yeah,” Amy said with a chuckle. “I kind of liked it myself.

“Now, go take a shower, Mom. I’ve already had one. I’ll be waiting in your bed when you come out and we’ll take it from there. And, uh, we’ll have dinner after, okay?”

“Well, uh.” Anna looked at George. This was getting awkward.

“Anna,” George said, “you’re a lesbian, right? I mean, had things been different you would have been with a woman long ago and we would never have been married, right?”

Anna nodded. “I’m sorry, George.”

“No need to be sorry, dear. I also assume you would prefer not to have sex with me anymore, right?

Again, Anna nodded and, again, began to apologize.

“No need to say anything, Anna. I respect your wishes and who you really are. But, one question: Do you still love me?”

“Oh yes, George. You’re a wonderful man, putting up with me all these years. I know how sexual you are, yet you never complained or threw a fit. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that.”

“That’s okay, darling. There’s internet porn and masturbation. I’ve gotten good at that over the years.”

“Oh you poor man,”

“No, Anna, I’m fine and I’m so glad that you can finally openly admit to us who you are and what you feel. And I want you and Amy to really enjoy yourselves. I want you to know what it’s like to make love to a woman and I want you to enjoy yourself to the max.”

George knew that his sexual needs and desires would now be taken care of by his daughter. Although they would still have to be careful he was sure. At least for a little while. Once his wife and his daughter had become lovers, he didn’t think his wife could object to Amy and he being lovers, too.

“So,” George continued, “I’m just going to get my laptop and go into the family room and amused myself while the two of you go to the bedroom and amuse yourselves, okay?”

“Okay, Dad!” Amy said, grinning.

“Oh George, I do love you,” Anna said as she stepped up to him to hug him and give him a peck on the lips.

“Now Mom, to the shower,” Amy said.

When Anna had exited the kitchen, Amy hugged her father and gave him a full-on tongue kiss.

“Want a quick blow job?” she asked mischievously. Then she grabbed his crotch and felt his half-hard cock. “Oh I guess you do.”

“Amy, your mother. I don’t know….”

“She’ll be in the shower long enough,” Amy said as she got down on her knees. “Besides, just think about me licking her pussy and her licking mine and I bet you’ll be coming in no time at all.”

Amy pulled her father’s shorts down, he wasn’t wearing underwear, and slipped her delightfully wet and warm sucking mouth over his growing erection. With images of his wife and daughter making love and the sight of his daughter, once again, sucking his cock, it only took about five minutes before George was blowing another load of this hot, thick man cream into his daughter’s delightfully willing mouth.

Chapter Seven

When Anna came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, she found that the comforter and top sheet of her bed had been folded down, and her daughter, totally naked, propped up against the headboard, her fingers lightly caressing her vulva. Anna had seen her daughter naked, even as an adult, many times and had appreciated her feminine beauty, as any normal person would, but also there was a bit of the lesbian desire thrown in, which Anna always immediately suppressed, or tried to.

While in the shower, although she had agreed to do this, Anna had fought an internal battle about the appropriateness of letting her daughter initiate her into the world of woman-on-woman love and sex. She wanted so badly to experience it now that she was out in the open about her sexual orientation. She wanted a woman to hold and kiss and caress and to please and have that woman do the same with her. And then, remembering her daughter’s argument about consenting adults having sex as they wished where there was no harm to others, won her over and she put her doubts behind her.

Now, seeing her lovely daughter naked on the bed, waiting for her, waiting to make love to her, to, well, introduce her to the world of lesbian love that Anna had secretly desired all these years and had tried to suppress, unsuccessfully, what she saw, now that she had accepted the fact that Amy and she were really going to make love together, was a very sexually desirable young woman. The sight of her naked daughter caused her to feel the warmth flooding her groin area, preparing her vagina for what was to come.

“I guess I don’t need this,” Anna said with a bit of a nervous chuckle as she took off the towel and cast it aside. Unlike her daughter, Anna only shave her pubic hair enough to wear a bathing suit, not that she was all that hairy down there, but she noticed that her daughter was totally hairless.

“Is…is this,” Anna gestured to her pubic hair, “going to be a problem?”

Amy grinned. Not at all, Mom. One of my female lovers didn’t believe in shaving and the sex was just as good. Amy appraised her mother’s naked body and gave it high marks. Yes, she was really going to enjoy going down on her mom, pubic hair and all.

“You look delicious, Mom.”

Anna grinned and laughed. “And so do you, my darling daughter.”

Amy slid down farther on the bed and held her arms out. Anna climbed up on the bed and into her daughter’s waiting arms. The two women embraced then kissed a long and loving, delicious kiss.

Both women delighted in the feel of the other’s smooth, soft skin, of their breasts pressing together. They sighed and moaned and they trading kiss after kiss and ran their hands over smooth and supple curves. Their hearts were beating as one and their breath caught in their throats from time-to-time. Their vaginas were producing lots of wonderful sexual lubricant. They were both super-aroused and turned on to the moment and each other.

Oh my God, Anna was thinking, this is my daughter that I’m making love with and it feels so, so very wonderful. Just the embracing, the kissing, the caressing of another woman in this sexual situation was almost enough to bring her to orgasm. Her heart’s desire was being fulfilled and it didn’t matter that it was being fulfilled by her daughter. Actually, now that she was into committing incest with her daughter, the fact that it was her daughter making love to her made the whole situation even better.

“Oh my God, Amy was thinking, this is my mother I’m making love with. It’s so naughty and yet so exciting and I so love it. And I’m going to go down on her and give her the ultimate, intimate kiss, the ultimate pleasure of oral sex and bring her to orgasm.

And then she thought of the fact that she would be licking and sucking and nibbling on that wonderful, sweet sexual orifice that she, herself, had pushed through and out into the greater world twenty years ago. That thought alone, as perverted as it seems to a part of her mind, added a much greater element of excitement to what her mother and she were doing..

“Oh Mom, I love you so much,” Amy whispered into her mother’s ear as she kissed and nibbled on it.

“Oh, baby, yes,” Anna sighed. Her daughter’s mouth and teeth and fingers were driving her wild with desire.

Amy gently pushed her mother onto her back. Kissed her firmly on the mouth and said, “Now, just lie here while I kiss you all over.”

“Darling, I don’t wish to be rude,” Anna said, holding her daughter’s face in her hands, “but I’m so fucking turned-on….”

She paused as she saw her daughter’s eyes widen in surprise. Amy had never heard her mother say so much as “shit”, let alone “fucking”.

Anna chuckled. “Darling, I’m now an admitted lesbian and I’m making love with my daughter. I guess I’m allowed to say ‘fucking’.”

Amy laughed. “So right you are, Mom.”

“Anyway, my sweet baby girl,” Anna continued, I’m so fucking turned-on I just want you to go right down on me. Oh God I want to feel your mouth kissing me there!”

Amy grinned. “Your wish is my command, Mom.”

Amy slid her body down and between her mother’s legs, spreading them even wider. She was now getting a close-up look at her mother’s pussy. She could see vaginal lubricant almost dripping out of it, glistening with its wetness.

“You’re really wet Mom,” she said.

“I’m really turned on, darling. But, uh, is that, um, wetness going to be a problem?”

“Have you ever tasted yourself, Mom?”

“Uh, yeah.” She had been embarrassed for doing it, time and time again, but she had never been able to stop herself from thinking about sex with another woman, getting wet, and sliding a finger through the wetness to taste it.

“Did you like it, or not?”

“I liked it.”

“Me, too, Mom, even the delicious wetness of other women. And I think I’m going to enjoy licking yours up even more.”

With that, Amy began delicately licking up her mother’s copious sexual lubricant, licking straight up the middle of her opened labia and around the edges and then sucking and nibbling.

“Ahhh!” Anna cried out and convulsed with orgasmic pleasure, grunting, gasping, her body heaving.

“Whoa!” Amy said as she sat back to watch. Mom really wasn’t kidding when she said she was really turned-on, she told herself.

Before her mother was fully recovered, Amy was back down giving her mother as good and thorough a pussy-licking, pussy-eating as she could, accompanied by her mother’s gasps and sighs and little mewling sounds of delight and newly discovered pleasure.

Anna had let her husband fuck her and, on occasion, had sucked his cock but without letting him come in her mouth, and without any real pleasure in both acts, except for the fact that she had been pleasing her husband. She had even let George go down on her and while it was pleasurable enough and she occasionally had an orgasm, it just didn’t do much for her.

But now…now it was wonderful! After all the kissing and caressing and the anticipation of making love to Amy, another woman, her daughter’s mouth on her pussy was the most delightful thing she could have ever imagined. It brought her wave after wave of intense pleasure, building up to another even deeper and stronger orgasm than the little one she’d had upon the first feeling of her daughter’s mouth on her intimate parts.

And then it happened. Amy had begun licking and sucking on her clitoris. She had inserted two fingers into her vagina and was rhythmically pressing the rest of her folded up fingers and thumb firmly against her pudenda. It felt like she was being fucked and then, with what her daughter’s tongue and mouth was doing to her, it put Anna over the top into an amazing, flashing, orgasmic, leg-shaking orgasm.

With her head thrown back, her pussy grinding into Amy’s fingers and mouth, her own mouth open in a silent scream, and her face set in a rictus of pleasure that looked like pain, Anna came and came and came. And ended up, finally, sobbing and then laughing.

When Anna came to her senses, many seconds later, she raised up to grab her daughter, who was sitting back on her heels with a big grin of satisfaction on her face, and pulled her back down on top of herself. She kissed her face, still wet with saliva and her own pussy juices. She kissed her on the mouth, tasting herself on her daughter’s tongue. She sobbed and laughed.

“Oh my God, Amy, Amy Amy!” Anna finally said, holding her daughter tightly, pressing her head into the crook of her neck, whispering into her ear. “That was the most fantastic and unbelievable orgasm I’ve ever had. And I own it all to you, baby girl.” Now, Anna was crying.

Her tears were for the years gone by, lost years, that she could have, should have been with a woman rather than a man. The tears were also happy tears for finally breaking through the rigid and illogical rules of her religion and realizing her full self and for how her daughter had convinced her to let that happen.

“Oh, baby,” Anna sobbed, “that was so wonderful. It was so natural, so good.”

Amy was teared-up as well. Happy that she had been able to bring her mother so much pleasure and to help her find release into her true, lesbian, self. Sad that her mother had to wait this long to find the strength to break off the chains of hide-bound religion.

And then Anna was babbling. Was I loud? Oh God, what will George think? Did you really enjoy doing that? Oh, baby, I do so want to make love to you like you just made love to me. I want to give you so much pleasure.”

Amy laughed and hugged and kissed her mother. “Everything is fine. Dad won’t mind. He won’t have his ear to the door. And anyway, I gave him a blow….” Oops!

Anna rolled Amy over and sat up. A wha…. A wha…. A what? A blow job? You gave your father a blow job?”

Amy, kicking herself mentally for her slip of the lips, nodded. “Yeah, Mom. After you left to go shower, I gave Dad a blow job.”

Anna stared at her daughter, her jaw open. Then she closed her mouth and gave Amy as small smile. “You and your father are, um, lovers? You’re committing incest, too?”

“Are you angry, Mom?”

Anna shook her head. “How could I be. You just made wonderful, beautiful love to me. I mean, I’d be a big fat hypocrite if I were angry, now wouldn’t I. Besides, you did say you were bi-sexual.

“I guess I only have myself to blame…not that there needs to be any blame. How long has this been going on?”

“Uh, will you believe, it just happened today?

“Really?

“Yeah, really.”

“But, but, how did it start. I mean, how did you and he….”

Amy told her mother about the diamond pendant necklace and her father refusing to buy it for her and her plan to convince him to let her give him a blow job, or two, or three, in order to get him to buy it for her. She told her how the day had progress, her father’s guilty actions, him leaving, her going into his office and doing a history search on his computer and finding the last porn video he had watch, which showed a young blonde girl much like herself. She put two and two together, she told her mother, and figured her father was masturbating to porn that reminded him of his daughter.

Amy told her mother about confronting him when he came home and how she had convinced him to let her give him a blow job. Her father had agreed to buy the necklace for her but that there would be more to their sex than just a blow job. And she told her mother how their sex together was the best she or her father had ever experienced.

“It was probably an effect of the incest thing, like you just experienced, Mom,” Amy said. “But it wasn’t all that. It seems that Dad and I…and now you and me, seem to really be in sync sexually. Like, we just naturally make really good sex together.”

Anna laughed. “So it would seem. But only time will tell, if, we continue.”

“Well, uh, do you want to continue?”

“Yes, darling. Yes I do.”

“Oh great!” Amy said. “So you want to make love with me more than this just once?”

“Having experienced, as you said, the best orgasm ever, I’d be a fool not to, now wouldn’t I?”

“And you’re not mad at Daddy and I?”

“No, of course not, darling. How could I be?”

“So, when we make love again, will you let Dad watch?”

“What?”

“He wouldn’t participate, Mom, but I know he would really get off on watching us making love. He could just sit in a chair and masturbate. What do you think?”

Anna laughed again. “My poor, beautiful, delightfully perverted daughter, and I guess I should include George and myself in that perversion, why not? All in one day, I’ve given up religion, had really good sex with you, my daughter, and found out that you and your father are lovers. What’s it going to hurt to have him watch us making love? Hell, it might even add a little extra excitement to our love-making to have an audience.”

She paused to bend down and kiss her daughter lovingly on the mouth. “I guess we’re a fully incestuous family, dear, and I accept that. So now I’m going to make love to you, hopefully as well as you did to me, but your father can’t watch us. We’ll save that for another time.

Amy pulled her mother down on top of her and held her tightly in her arms. She kissed her long and affectionately. “I love you, Mom,” she said when they broke off the kiss.

“And I love you, darling,” Anna said, then she proceeded to kiss and nibble her way down her daughter’s body, from her mouth and ears and neck, to her chest and breasts and nipples, over her flat stomach and down to between her thighs. She repositioned herself, between Amy’s legs and brought her face close to her daughter’s glistening wet vulva. She inhaled her womanly aroma, the aroma of a clean and healthy woman, slightly pungent but definitely enticing.

Anna’s body was trembling and her heart was beating hard. She was about to taste the pussy of another woman, make oral love to another woman for the first time in her life. A desire she had tried to suppress with religion for all those years but was now free of those artificial constraints and free to follow her heart’s desire.

Anna looked up at her daughter. “I love you, Amy,” she said again, then began licking and sucking on her daughter’s wet and tasty pussy. And to her, whether objectively or subjectively, it really didn’t matter, she actually did find the taste of her daughter’s vaginal juices tasty. She moaned with joy and pleasure as she “ate” her daughter’s pussy, doing what Amy had done to her, doing what she wanted to do and had imagined doing for all those frustrated years of her sexual repression.

“Oh, Momma, yes,” Amy urged her mother on. She, too, was terribly excited. Never in a million years would she have thought that she would ever see, and feel, her beautiful, loving mother making sweet oral love to her. But she was and it was so very, unbelievably, exciting.

Anna had started out slowly, but the more she licked and sucked and nibble all over her daughter’s delightful sexual crevice the bolder she became. Soon she was fully and completely involved with giving her daughter all the pleasure she could with her mouth. And, to Amy, it was considerable pleasure, indeed.

Amy gasped and moaned and shoved her pussy up against her mother’s hungry mouth. She clutched the sheets with whitened knuckles as each pulse of intense pleasure swept over her, each pulse building on the one before, bringing her closer and closer to the ultimate moment, to that wonderful climax the French call the “little death.”

Anna sensed that her daughter was getting close to coming. She sucked and flicked her tongue over Amy’s clitoris. She slipped two fingers into Amy’s pussy and then pressed the rest of her hand, fingers folded back, firmly and rhythmically against her daughter’s pussy as her daughter had done to her.

“Oh Momma! Momma! Momma!” Any cried out, her body arching back and convulsing in the sweet delight of a strong sexual orgasm. “Ah-ah-ah!” she gasped as she came and came and came.

Anna sat back up on her heels to watch her daughter’s final orgasmic spasms, delighted with herself, ecstatic with having made oral love to another woman and bringing her to orgasm. It was an incredibly, emotionally, wonderful feeling.

Being a lesbian, making love to another woman, albeit her own daughter, was not unnatural to her. It was as natural as breathing and she felt a great weight of frustration and depression lift up off of her. She was finally and truly happy as a woman since she had left the innocence of early childhood. She felt like singing, dancing, laughing, crying.

“Come here, Mom,” Amy said with a breathy voice, chest still heaving a little from her orgasm. She held her arms out to her mother.

Anna came into her daughter’s arms and they kissed another long and loving kiss, and then several smaller, sweet ones.

“How do you feel, Mom,” Amy asked.

“Oh, darling, I feel fully alive for the first time in my life,” Anna replied with tears in her eyes.

“I love you so much, Mom,” Amy said with tears in her eyes, too.

* * *

Amy came out of the bedroom first. She found her father in the family room watching TV.

“So, how did it go?” he asked.

Amy grinned. “It was great. I loved it. Mom loved it. And we definitely will be doing it again.”

She plopped herself down in her father’s lap, put her arms around his neck and look him square in the eyes. “This has been a fantastic day. You and I made love. Mom and I made love. And this whole incest thing is just so very exciting, don’t you think?” With that, Amy gave her father a long delicious kiss.

George broke off the kiss and looked over his shoulder. “Amy what about your mother?”

“Oh, don’t worry, Dad,” she said with a wicked little smile, “I already told her about us.”

“What!”

“Don’t worry, Dad. We talked about it and she’s okay with it, actually more than a little amused that I fucked you and her for the first time on the same day. But it’s okay. As she said, she’d be a great big hypocrite if she objected to an incestuous affair between you and me after her and I had sex.

“Okay. Good.” George paused. “So, do you think she’s really a lesbian? I mean, you’re bi’. Is there any chance that she’s just bi-sexual?”

“Nope. She’s a lesbian. She might let you watch her and I making love, but you can’t be a part of it. We talked about it. So you can sit in a chair and watch and masturbate.” Amy wiggled her eyebrows at her father.

George chuckled. “Hmm?” he said, “maybe, maybe. It would be quite interesting. Not just watching two women making love, but watching my wife and daughter making love. That would definitely make my dick hard.”

Amy laughed. “Yes it would. So,” she continued, “shall we get dinner ready. I’m starving.”

“Sure,” George said.

“One other thing, Dad,” Amy said as she got up off her father’s lap.

“What’s that?”

“I want to sleep with Mom tonight, in your bedroom. Do you mind sleeping in the guest bedroom? Then tomorrow night you and Mom can switch. What do you think?”

George thought about it. “Well I didn’t think we would be sleeping together tonight anyway, so sure. And I will definitely be looking forward to tomorrow night.

George stood up and embraced his daughter lovingly and gave her a sweet and affectionate kiss. “Now, lets get dinner on the table.

Chapter Eight

For the next couple of weeks, George and Anna switched back and forth with who would sleep with Amy and who took the guest bedroom. Amy told her mother to go online and look up lesbian support groups, which she did. Anna went to a few meeting, met other lesbians and began dating other women. After several weeks she met a women, Hilary, that she really liked and who really liked her. After a few more weeks of seeing that woman exclusively, Anna brought her home to meet George and Amy.

All went well, George and Amy approved of Hilary and George and Anna moved forward with a no-fault divorce. Anna asked nothing from George. She had her own money through her family and could afford to live comfortably on that income. Hilary had a very nice house in the older part of William Land Park and Anna moved in with her while awaiting the pending divorce.

George and Amy now lived together, to all intents and purposes, as husband and wife. By the time the divorce came through, a year had past and Amy was entering her last year at River City U. A mutual divorce celebration was had, with George and Amy in attendance, along with several other people, mostly lesbian friends of Hilary and Anna. At the party, Hilary and Anna announced their plans to get married. George and Amy had never seen Anna so happy and radiant.

* * *

As their domestic lives together settled in to their mutual satisfaction, Amy devised a plan and, as part of that plan, she began to call her father by his first name.

At first George resisted. “But, darling, I’m your father, your daddy, not some man you met and fell in love with and are living with.”

Amy cuddled up closer to her father and kissed his lips. “It’s for the best, George. It’s all going to work out. Besides, you don’t call me daughter. Considering our relationship now, why should I be calling you daddy?”

“What’s all going to work out, Amy? I though things had worked out.”

“Well, George, I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and I think we should get genetically tested.”

“Genetically tested? For what?”

“I want to have your baby, daddy,” Amy said in her softest, girl-like voice.

“Jesus Christ!” George said, sitting up in bed. “Do you know what you’re saying?”

“Yes, George, I do,” Amy said, also sitting up. “But first of all, my love, if we could safely have a baby, one without worry of being physically or mentally damaged, would you like to get me pregnant, would you like me to have your baby, are you willing to be a father all over again, now?

In the dim moonlight coming in through the bedroom windows, Amy could see her father staring at her, mouth agape. She gently pushed up on his chin, closing his mouth.

“Well?” she said.

“You amaze me, darling. Would I want to be a father again with you as the mother, giving birth to our child…if it could be done safely?” George took his daughter’s hand and placed it on his cock. It was fully erect.

Amy laughed and squeezed her father’s cock and gave it a couple of strokes. “So that’s it then?”

“Well, no. How can we be sure about…about…well, that we won’t have a baby with, uh, problems?

“I’ve been doing a lot of study about incest and incest babies. First of all, first generation incest, like between you and me, have a lower rate of, uh, problem babies. But second, to make sure, we can get tested, genetically, to see if we’re carrying the same bad recessive genes that would, or could, cause problems in our child.” Amy was already thinking of it in terms of “our child.” The thought thrilled her and made her ever so horny.