Literotic asexstories – Family Therapy 08 by MixedPickles,MixedPickles David sat at his desk doing paperwork. At around ten o’clock, he remembered that he had promised Hanna that he would call her before the therapy session, as she wanted to come to his practice with her daughter for a consultation.
He decided to make a short flyby visit, as it was only a ten-minute walk to her. When he arrived at her house, he rang the doorbell and entered the apartment. There was no one in the kitchen or living room when he saw that the patio door was open.
David spotted Hanna under the apple tree in her hammock. She was still in her robe, even though it was already approaching midday. She was looking at the screen of a tablet computer and only noticed him when he was halfway to her. Hanna was quietly startled, cleared her throat and greeted him with a smile.
David leaned down to her, kissed her on the lips in greeting and asked, “So, are you all right?”
“I’m really nervous. When I think that I’m coming to your therapy session with Julia this afternoon… you know…”
“And how is Julia?”
“She’s even more nervous than I am. She was so restless this morning that she went into town.” Hanna suggested, “Shall we sit down in the kitchen for a cup of tea?”
“No no,” he waved her off. “I just wanted to pop in. And anyway, I’ve been sitting in my office chair all morning today, so standing is good for me.”
He gave the hammock a gentle push and rocked Hanna back and forth. “And how are things going with the married couple?”
“Don’t ask,” Hanna giggled. “Eric and I are having turbulent times. You can imagine that we have a lot of catching up to do.” She looked up at him and grinned wryly. “It was even my idea to get the automatic cameras in our bedroom working again. Eric bought everything new straight away, the cameras behind the mirrors, and now we even have some on the walls and one on the ceiling.”
“A real studio,” David marveled.
“Doesn’t bother me at all. The cameras are so small, you can hardly see them. Eric is very proud of his work, he said something about 8K, about residual light and so on. Anyway, the shots are really good.”
“And you’re watching an 8K video with you and Eric?”
Hanna hesitated. “It’s like this… yesterday morning, Eric forgot to turn off the cameras, so they recorded everything all day, like me vacuuming the room or doing the laundry.”
“Maybe not what you wanted to see,” David grinned.
“Julia was also in our room.”
“What was she doing there?”
“She obviously knows where our bedtime toys are. She opened our closet, took out my banana dildo and lay down on our bed.”
“Oh là là,” came from David, “the little girl is stealing mommy’s favorite toy.”
He glanced at the tablet in her hand and guessed, “Then you must be watching the crime scene.”
“I have such a guilty conscience,” sighed Hanna. “Julia doesn’t know anything about it.”
David laughed broadly. “Equal rights for all. You told me that you caught Julia in front of Eric’s laptop when she was watching the video of mom with the banana.”
“I thought so, too,” Hanna muttered, and tapped the screen. The video continued to play and showed her daughter sitting on the edge of the bed with mummy’s banana dildo under her skirt. David stood by the hammock, put his hand on the back of her neck and looked at the tablet. Julia moved the tip of the dildo from one flower on her panties to the next.
Hanna sighed, “My girl, so sweet…”
Julia lay down on her back, stretched her legs up and slipped her panties down to the back of her knees.
Hanna knew. “That’s how she used to lie on the changing table in front of me.”
As Julia stuffed the dildo into her pleasure canal, her voice was clearly audible on the tablet’s speaker, “Oh… Mom…”
The girl uttered the word every time she drove the dildo into her lap. David noticed out of the corner of his eye that Hanna was so moved that she furtively slipped her hand under her robe.
Suddenly, her daughter turned around, knelt on the edge of the bed and stuck her bottom out to the camera behind the mirror. She glanced over her shoulder to look at herself and every time the banana parted her labia, she squeezed out, “Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…”
Hanna shuddered. “Do you hear?”
David nuzzled her neck. “So, I have a good feeling about your therapy session today.”
Hanna became wistful. “My daughter… how she surrenders…”
“Quite like her mommy.” David grinned. “Julia may not know the camera is on, but I think she likes viewers as much as you do.”
“That excites me, David, my Julia… I would love to…”
Hanna watched the screen spellbound, not realizing that the halves of her robe were gradually slipping aside and David was watching her hand kneading her labia with a benevolent smile. Even when Hanna realized that David was staring at the middle of her body, she made no effort to cover her nakedness.
She put the tablet to one side, looked him up and down and jokingly remarked, “You cute peeping Tom you. You don’t know how hot you get me, when I see you getting hard because of me.”
She stared at the bulge in his pants until David understood what she wanted. He complied with the insistence of her eyes, opened his pants and revealed his cock and balls.
Hanna looked at his equipment in fascination, as if she was seeing it for the first time. “David… that’s so…”
She slipped her middle finger into her pleasure canal and watched with an expressionless face and open mouth, as David stretched his hard-on towards her and began to rub it leisurely. He stepped closer and covered Hanna’s fingers between her thighs with the palm of his hand while she leaned over the edge of the hammock and sucked on his glans.
David shooed her hand away and immediately stuck several fingers into Hanna’s pleasure hole himself. When she sensed that she was going to come all too soon, she interrupted the game and lay across the hammock, her bottom sticking out over the edge. Hanna lay like a baby with her legs spread out in front of David and wallowed in bliss.
“What on earth have you done to me? Since I’ve been in therapy with you, I need it all the time. And the way you look at me, David, you just make me horny.” She reached between her thighs with both hands, kneaded her labia and sighed, “What can I do?”
David knew a remedy. He let his hands dangle, approached the hammock and nudged her pussy with his glans. Hanna froze in joyful anticipation. He advanced in tiny steps and pushed Hanna away from him. When the hammock reached an inclined position, her womb surrendered to his pressure and his prick sank into her pleasure channel as far as it would go.
Hanna let out a liberated gasp. David stood bolt upright, gripped the edge of the hammock and gently swayed it, watching as Hanna’s labia stretched over his hard-on time after time. When she realized that he wasn’t going to use his hand, she took hers and let one finger circle around her pleasure bud.
“David… I need this… again and again… don’t stop… fuck me…”
He looked down at his rock-hard prick thrusting rhythmically between Hanna’s loins and knew he needn’t worry about the afternoon’s therapy session. He had known Hanna all these years as a reserved housewife, but now she had found access to her most secret desires.
A sharp cry from the laptop speaker made him look at the screen. Julia was rolling around on her parents’ bed, squeezing the banana mercilessly in her lap and screaming out an endless climax into the room. Yes, the girl had taken after her mother; he really had nothing to worry about.
When he emerged from his thoughts, he realized that he had grabbed Hanna by the sides and was penetrating her impetuously. She was about to rush away from him. He quickly caught up and found the rhythm of their final spurt with her… they both stared into each other’s eyes… knowing that they were about to… Hanna screamed and David roared like a stag through the family garden.
***
Hanna leaned into Julia’s room. “Are you ready? We should be at David’s therapy session in half an hour. We can walk, it’s very close.”
Julia sat despondently on the edge of the bed and mumbled, “Mom, I don’t really know.”
Hanna sat down next to her daughter, put her hand on her back and tried to reassure her. “Nothing bad is going to happen to us. We’ll just talk to each other, I’m sure David will find a way.”
“I have no idea what to tell him.” Julia looked her mother in the eye from the side. “Somehow it’s so simple… and yet so complicated.”
If only Julia knew, Hanna thought to herself, that her mother was struggling with the same resistance. Even if David stood by their side, how was she supposed to tell her daughter that she was attracted to her in a way that a mother shouldn’t? She replied, “I can understand you, it’s not easy for me, either.”
Julia sighed. “I’m afraid I’ll say the wrong thing, that you and dad won’t like me anymore. Then I wouldn’t know what to do.” She leaned against her mother’s shoulder and turned up her nose.
Hanna stroked her hair, she was also having doubts. Should she cancel the therapy session?
Julia looked up at her and sniffled, “You’ve never even kissed me.”
“But Julia,” Hanna contradicted, “I kiss you all the time.” To show what she meant, she lovingly pressed a kiss to her daughter’s cheek.
Julia murmured, “Not like that, mom, I mean really, the way you kiss dad.”
The two froze and realized that they were standing on a ten-yard-high diving board from which they had to jump down. And as if a spell had been broken, Hanna leaned forward and sought out her daughter’s lips. Julia opened her mouth and took in her mother’s tongue like a woman dying of thirst. It took a small eternity before they broke the kiss. They smiled at each other in bemused disbelief, as if they had just woken up from a sweet nightmare.
Hanna stroked Julia’s cheeks and sighed, “Oh child, you don’t know how much I’ve longed for this.”
Julia slowly emerged, too. The two of them sat on the edge of the bed like school friends and had all the things to tell each other that they had kept secret for years. As their chatter became more and more animated, they stroked each other’s arms and legs.
Julia remembered, “A few days ago, when you got stuck in your new sweater, there… there I would have loved to touch you.”
“You did” Hanna chuckled, and ran a finger over her daughter’s chest.
“I mean… really touch you,” Julia sighed. Her eyes widened when mom took her hand, placed it on her breast and smiled.
“Then we should make up for it.”
The women felt the other’s breasts, looking at each other’s faces pensively, until Hanna squeezed her daughter’s bust.
“You’ve really grown up, dear.”
Hanna allowed her daughter to pull up her sweater and slip it over her head. When Julia’s T-shirt was also on the bed, she was amazed.
“You’re not wearing a bra either.”
“Why should I?” Hanna giggled, “my breasts are naturals.”
The two of them sat in front of each other, feeling their warm, naked skin and could still hardly believe that they were about to enter a new world that they had dreamed of so often. Soon, their play became more teasing and it wasn’t long before one was stroking the other’s nipples.
“I remember,” Julia chortled, “when you sexually educated me, you sat in front of me like that.”
“But that must have been a while ago,” Hanna remarked.
Julia continued, “I never really saw you and Daddy naked before, so I kept asking questions. Once, you sat on the edge of the bed like you’re doing right now, spread your thighs and explained everything to me about the vagina, menstruation and such, on the surface of your panties.”
“Did I?” Hanna tried to remember. Her daughter slipped off the bed, knelt on the floor and pushed mom’s legs apart, making Hanna giggle. “I think I remember now.”
Julia put her hands on mom’s knees and watched as she put a finger on her lace panties, as if she wanted to repeat the sex education lesson.
“I remember, mom, your panties were snow white like these.”
As Hanna stroked her fabric-covered valley with her middle finger, Julia sighed, “That’s how you showed me how girls stroke themselves back then.”
“I went that far?” Hanna wondered, but then the memory came back. Yes, even back then she would have loved to show her daughter everything about her so that she could share in mummy’s secret pleasure.
Julia mumbled, “But I couldn’t see anything, you were wearing panties.” She moved her head closer and breathed in. “Mom, you smell so good.”
Hanna’s floodgates opened. She pushed the hem of her panties aside, placed a finger in her cleft and saw Julia’s mouth and eyes open.
“Oh mom, yes…”
Hanna read Julia’s face and shuddered with delight as she found herself in her daughter’s greedy gaze. She whispered, “Help me, little one.”
Hanna lifted her bottom. Julia reached under her skirt and slipped her panties down her legs. Mom put her feet on the edge of the bed, smiled at Julia and whispered, “I should have done it right, back then.”
She spread her labia with two fingers and showed Julia her pink insides. While she circled her inner labia with one finger, she breathed to her daughter, “This is how your mommy likes it best.”
Julia looked between her thighs in rapture and couldn’t believe that her mummy was sitting in front of her with her legs spread apart, she who had covered herself in shame all those years. And suddenly, she stroked her mound of pleasure with one finger, right in front of her eyes! Then she moistened the finger in her pussy and let it circle around her clit!
Julia’s hands stroked over her mom’s half-high stockings, over the soft skin of her thighs, until they reached the outside of her labia. With a transfigured look, Hanna invited her to join in the pleasurable game.
Julia had imagined this so many times, and here it was really happening. She guided a finger to her mom’s pussy and pushed it into her pleasure channel.
Hanna moaned out, “Girl, I’ve been imagining this for so long…”
All of a sudden, mom’s hand came to a halt. Julia looked up at her, and for a second, she thought she was looking into a face that had discovered a hideous monster on the ceiling, but it was only the pleasure monster that made her take a deep breath and immediately scream out a never-ending orgasm.
*
Julia felt her mom’s pussy choking her finger for the longest time. She took her hand back and stood in front of her mother, embarrassed, as if she had to apologize for being naughty. But Hanna smiled exhaustedly at her, and patted her thigh so that she would sit on her lap.
Julia hugged her mother and the two of them kissed as if they had finally found each other again after years apart. She felt her mother’s hand on her breast again and she also felt her bust. Hanna stroked Julia’s thighs, pushed up her skirt and her daughter remembered.
“You used to do that when you read me a story.”
Hanna nodded. “I know.” She explained with a mischievous look, “Your mom was curious before.”
Hanna took a deep breath. “Oh, how long it’s been since you lay on the changing table in front of me.”
She laid her daughter on her side on the bed, only her bottom still resting on her mother’s lap. Julia lay on the mattress with her head bent down, giggling as she watched mom put her skirt on her stomach as if she were unwrapping a Christmas present.
Julia’s fabric-covered pussy emerged. Hanna ran two fingers over her puffy cheeks and whispered, “How I wish I had told you back then the story of the dwarf who set off behind the seven mountains, far away where no one can see, to explore a mysterious valley.”
“Did he find it?” Julia chortled.
Hanna continued, “At first, he was faced with a hedge of thorns, all white lace, blocking his way, but he was determined to find out what was behind it.”
Julia complied with the dwarf’s request by pressing her thighs against her body and pulling her panties down to the back of her knees. Two protruding mounds revealed themselves to her mother.
Hanna moaned, “Julia, girl, how big you’ve gotten.”
“Isn’t that from Little Red Riding Hood?” Julia giggled, and lolled comfortably under her mother’s eyes, who continued to reminisce.
“It’s been so long since I swaddled you.”
“In the meantime, I can clean myself up down there,” Julia returned with a chuckle.
As if to check it out, Hanna placed a finger on Julia’s butthole and began to circle her rosette.
“Mommy… oh…”
When her daughter squeaked softly, Hanna wanted to know more. She pushed her finger forward until the first knuckle was in Julia’s bottom.
Her daughter whimpered, “Mommy… yes…”
Hanna covered Julia’s labia with her free hand, stroked the entire length of her cleft with her finger and reprimanded her daughter with a motherly reproach in her voice, “How could you? All these years I had no idea what an enchanting pussy you were keeping from me.”
Hanna’s voice became mischievous, “I do hope you’re no longer a virgin at the age of twenty.”
“Oh mom…”
Hanna slid her middle finger deep into Julia’s pussy, as she continued to push her finger in her butt hole.
Her daughter squirmed on her lap. “Mommy… oh… your fingers… yes…”
“Do you stroke yourself as much as I do?”
“I can’t help it, mom.”
Hanna sighed, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“And I think of you… and Daddy,” her daughter revealed. Julia put her hands between her thighs, opened her labia and described small circles around her pleasure bud. Hanna was beside herself as her daughter unfurled herself in front of her like a flower to let her mother share in her pleasure, releasing a series of gasps.
“Mom, that’s… finally… Mom, I’m about to…” Before she could finish speaking, she moaned and her pussy sucked on mom’s finger, just like when she was at her breast.
*
They sat on the edge of the bed for minutes, smiling furtively at each other, until Hanna startled.
“Dear, we’ve forgotten about David, we should have been with him by now.”
Julia asked hesitantly, “Are we going?”
Hanna thought about it for a moment, then laughed broadly. “I think we can do without the therapy session.” She composed herself. “But David should know that we’re not coming.”
She reached for her cell phone and sent a WhatsApp message. Satisfied, she put the phone back on the bed and sank into another kiss with her daughter, sealing the fact that they would no longer need the help of their therapist.
Hanna stroked her daughter’s curls and mused, “Almost like in the Bible. The prodigal daughter has found her way home.”
Julia nudged her mother with her elbow and grinned. “That was a son.” She clenched her little hands into fists and beamed, “I knew we’d end up together, mom.”
“You mean because of the therapy sessions with David?”
“Yes, that too. But you and Dad are suddenly completely different. You used to be so uptight when it came to topics like love and sex. But in the last few weeks, you’ve become more open and sociable.”
“I don’t want to apologize for the past few years,” Hanna explained, “after all, you were just a child. Yes, that’s how it was, Eric and I were attracted to you when you were still at school. We were your parents and we weren’t allowed to cross that line. Well, maybe we overdid it with our restraint.”
Hanna kissed her daughter on the forehead. “But meanwhile, you’ve become a big girl and I’m allowed to ask you naughty questions.”
“Ask away.”
“All right,” grinned Hanna, “Julia, my child, would you like to be Mommy’s favorite pussy from time to time?”
Her daughter squealed, “I like it when you talk to me like that.”
She kicked off the last of her clothes and lay down on the bed with her limbs stretched out. Hanna got out of her clothes, crawled onto the bed and climbed upside down over her daughter. She lay beneath her on the changing table like her former baby and cuddled her head between her mother’s thighs.
Hanna stroked her plump mounds and whispered, “Still like a little girl, not a hair for miles.”
“I don’t have much either,” Julia sighed, caressing between her mother’s loins, “but how do you do it? I don’t see any stubble on your pussy.”
“Little secret,” Hanna revealed, “a cream from India, all natural, and it doesn’t irritate the skin at all. Your dad is happy about it too, so he doesn’t have to pluck hairs from his lips all the time.”
She felt her daughter devoutly stroking her labia, venturing deeper and deeper with her finger until she felt Julia’s curious tongue drilling into her wet pleasure canal. Hanna cheered inwardly, but at the same time she paused. Was this really her daughter? Yes, it was her, pressing her face into her mother’s lap and beginning to eat her out. Hanna lowered her head to her baby’s protruding mounds and sucked one after the other into her mouth.
She thought about how her daughter had squealed with pleasure when she had used her finger to… she ran a hand around Julia’s bottom and played with her rosette with her index finger. Julia gasped, and a second later, Hanna also felt a wet fingertip making its way around her butt hole.
Hanna went into overdrive, placing her arms on Julia’s thighs to hold her rolled-up pelvis in position. She could hardly get enough of her daughter’s lap and couldn’t believe that this tender baby bottom had become a beguiling woman’s ass. She used her tongue to help her, describing circular movements around Julia’s rosette.
Her daughter immediately gasped, “Mommy…! Yes…!”
At the same moment, Hanna also felt a tongue penetrating her butthole. Then another thumb sank into her pleasure hole, and finally Julia’s finger, which seemed to know exactly how to drive mom crazy on her pleasure bud.
Hanna also took both her hands and all her fingers and devoured her daughter’s sweet pussy, until she sank into warm darkness, and only heard from a distance, how they both moaned their reconciliation out into the bedroom.
***
It was bedtime, and Hanna was lying in bed next to her husband. He had come home a little earlier that day and had asked her curiously how the therapy had gone. She had made him understand that everything was fine, but she hadn’t told him how the afternoon had gone. Not because she wanted to keep him in suspense, but because her heart was so full that she had to digest everything first. As Julia was still out and about, he had dragged her straight into the bedroom and only left her when they had run out of breath.
Hanna turned to her husband, kissed him goodnight and thought to herself, “You have no idea what’s waiting for you.”
She was already falling asleep when she heard her daughter unlock the front door. Eric was already sound asleep. When Julia had showered and finished her evening toilet, her squeaky door told her that she was getting ready to go to sleep. Hanna thought that her husband would certainly not wake up if she said goodnight to her daughter. She slipped out of the room and knocked softly on Julia’s door.
“Come in.”
Her daughter was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing her cream between her hands.
“I just wanted to say goodnight,” Hanna explained, sitting down on the bed next to Julia, “about this afternoon… I’m still upset and can’t sleep.”
Julia sighed. “Same here. I hardly knew what the movie was actually about in the cinema.”
It was getting late as they chatted. When Julia noticed Mum’s hand stroking up her thigh, she giggled. “You always did that when you read me a story.”
“You know your mom was already longing for you back then.”
Julia whispered, “Can you say goodnight to me like you used to?”
Hanna pressed a kiss to her forehead and made to get up, but Julia held her back.
“I mean, say goodnight like I wished you would back then?”
It took Hanna a moment to understand. She gave Julia a wry smile, then lifted her nightgown and knelt upside down over her daughter. They lost no further words, lowering their heads between each other’s thighs and licking their labia devoutly.
Suddenly, Julia murmured, “How do you know that I wished for that before?”
“Oh child,” came back the reply, “of course I sensed, even back then, that you wouldn’t have minded if mom licked your sweet little pussy.”
Silence in the room again, only the occasional sigh. Soon the licking noises became louder and their breathing turned into panting.
Julia groaned, “Mommy… your tongue…”
Hanna paused for a moment. “From now on, every night I’ll give you…”
She was interrupted by Julia’s sharp tongue, which dug into her butt hole. When her daughter also pushed her thumb into her pleasure hole and circled a finger around her clitoris, Hanna only managed to press her face into Julia’s pussy, suck her mounds into her mouth, then screamed her climax into herself so as not to wake Dad up.
***
Eric woke up and rubbed his eyes. It was still dark outside, far too early to get up. One look at the alarm clock and it was only two o’clock. He, who usually slept like a rock, couldn’t understand what had brought him out of his sleep. There was no reason to, as when he had come home, his wife had beamed at him as she had at the altar. She hadn’t told him much, just that everything would be fine.
Of course, he would have liked to know more about the therapy session with David, but she had just smiled mysteriously and told him that her heart was too full at the moment and that she would talk to him about it tomorrow. She had compensated him for her secrecy by dragging him straight into the bedroom and pampering him so passionately that he had lost his sight and hearing. Thank God, Julia wasn’t home yet, otherwise, she would have thought something.
No, after a night like that, he should be sleeping like a log, but there was something that was driving him around. It occurred to him that he hadn’t locked the kitchen door to the garden. No wonder, after a night like that. Anyway, if he had already woken up, he would make up for it.
Eric slipped into his robe, descended the stairs and locked the kitchen door, as well as taking a look at the other rooms. Everything was fine, he could treat himself to another round of sleep. When he climbed the stairs, Julia’s door was ajar and there was a dim light on. It was obviously late for her after the movie. Was she still awake? He approached the door and peeked through the crack.
No, Julia was asleep, she had obviously forgotten to switch off the bedside lamp. She must have been tired, because she hadn’t even slipped into her nightgown, but was lying on the bed curled up on her side in her underwear and T-shirt, dreaming of something sweet, because he thought he could see a dreamy smile on her sleeping face.
She had never been able to let go of her cuddly toys, even the tattered ones she used to play with. So his little girl was lying in the middle of her zoo, clutching her favorite teddy bear to her chest, only the curve of her bottom revealing that the owner of the zoo was already an adult. Eric looked at her panties, the two-sided hem of which narrowed towards the inside of her legs, modeling the almond-shaped elevation of her labia and finally disappearing into the gap between her thighs.
He let out a longing sigh and turned to leave. But suddenly, it seemed as if something inside him had taken control and he took a step into Julia’s room. His daughter was still breathing deeply and calmly. Could he dare to come any closer? One step at most, maybe two. When there were more steps, he finally stood next to her bed. He sat down on the edge as carefully as if he were defusing a bomb.
Eric listened to his pounding heart for a whole minute and only calmed down when he had made sure that his daughter was breathing calmly. He would leave in a moment, but first, he wanted to touch his girl, her warm skin. No, that might wake her up. He slipped his fingers delicately over her panties and followed the curves of her bottom. Eric couldn’t resist his desire, and his hand landed on her buttock below the panties, even daring to squeeze it lightly.
Julia was so deeply asleep, she would certainly not notice if he slowly and very carefully… his fingers were already feeling their way under the hem of her panties. When his fingertips reached the edge of her labia, he was struck by a flash of pleasure and realized that his hand had taken on a life of its own, leaving him no chance. It felt its way over his girl’s puffy mounds until it could go no further between her thighs. He concentrated on his target like a bomb defuser, almost falling off the bed when Julia murmured.
“Daddy, you?”
It flashed through Eric’s mind that he had never looked so stupid as he did just then, as he stared stunned into his daughter’s face, frantically searching for words to explain to her that this was not what it looked like. After he had swallowed a few times and repeatedly tried to sink to the floor in shame.
Julia relieved him, “Dad, I understand you.” She put a hand on his arm and sighed, “I’ve waited so long for you.”
Eric stuttered, “There was a light on in your room… I thought… I came in to…”
“All right,” his daughter whispered. And to show him how much she understood him, she turned onto her back and opened her legs. Eric swallowed a few more times, staring at Julia’s panties, until he finally dared to look at her face. He was greeted by two devoted eyes that invited him to stay a while longer.
He absentmindedly stroked the inside of her thigh and murmured, “I know… I shouldn’t really…”
“But I would like you to, Daddy.”
Julia reached under her bottom and slipped the panties over her high legs. Puzzled, Eric plucked the piece of underwear from her feet and slowly began to realize that after all these years, his girl wanted more from her daddy than just to ride on his lap. He lowered his head between Julia’s loins, breathed in her scent and from one second to the next, he could no longer be held back.
Although everything inside him was screaming to pounce on his daughter like a starving man, he took his time, kissing his way across her pussy cheeks, trailing his tongue through her cleft again and again, until he felt Julia getting impatient. Eric straightened up and pushed his index finger into her hot, wet pleasure channel while he circled his thumb around her clit.
He pressed out, “Julia, how much I’ve wanted this.”
“Daddy, me too… Daddy, this is… Daddy, I’m… Papa…?!”
And after she pulled air into her lungs, “Papaaa…!”
It seemed to Eric as if he had barely touched Julia, but already her tight pussy was squeezing his index finger and his girl was floating away in heaven, moaning.
*
Eric knelt for minutes on the bed next to Julia, who was curled up like a full baby. He stroked her hair, then her curved hips again and felt the softness of her bottom. Gradually, she came to and shone at him with the kind of sparkle in her eyes that he had seen in her eyes at Christmas. Slowly, the question of who had saved whom from drowning crept into his mind.
The thoughts evaporated when Julia’s eyes flashed open, because she had noticed that the halves of Dad’s robe had opened and his erection was pulsing. Concentrating, she traced the veins running up his shaft with one finger and even dabbed a drop of love from his glans.
Before she put her finger in her mouth, she looked up at him with Bamboo eyes and breathed, “Before, when I was sitting on your lap and I felt you on my bottom…. I wanted to touch it even then.”
Julia leaned forward, grabbed his erection and put it in her mouth. Eric squirmed under her tongue strokes. One wave of pleasure after another surged up through his lower body and into his heart. He still couldn’t comprehend that his good girl had turned into a little nymph from one day to the next.
Her nimble hand on his hard-on didn’t allow him any more thoughts, especially not when Julia put her mouth on his glans and sucked all the lust out of his cock. Then she put her other hand under his balls and gently kneaded them until Eric squeezed out, “Julia… what are you doing…? your daddy… if you… keep driving…”
And how she drove on! After just a short time, Eric felt something powerful begin to rise up inexorably in his lower abdomen. At the last second, it dawned on him that his daughter must have already had some experience, because she smiled up at him.
“Dad… yes… come… for me…”
At the last second, she closed her mouth around the swollen tip of his cock and took in squirt after squirt after squirt of her daddy.
*
When Eric came to, his daughter was kneeling in front of him. She swallowed a few times, then gave him a mischievous grin. “Dad, I’m thirsty. Will you come into the kitchen, too?”
They both slipped into their robes and went down to the kitchen. Julia took the bottle from the fridge, grabbed two glasses and suggested, “It’s still so warm, shall we go out on the terrace?”
They sat down outside in the wide wicker chair. Eric put his hand on Julia’s shoulder and they both looked out into the night. There was a lot to talk about, so Julia confessed to her dad that she had wanted him for years, and Eric confided in her that he had done the same. Their mutual confession lasted longer than an hour.
Finally, Eric glanced at Julia out of the corner of his eye and murmured, “What do you think your mother would say? I mean, if she knew that the two of us…”
“Oh that?” his daughter chortled, and pinched his side, “don’t worry, dad, we women have already talked about it.”
“What? Hanna already knows that you and I…”
“No, she doesn’t know yet,” his daughter waved him off, “she was just encouraging me.”
Eric shook his head. “And I’m the last to know.”
He leaned towards his daughter and kissed her deeply on the lips. Gradually, it became cool and they went into the house. His girl had anything but sleep on her mind as she led her father to the couch and they both plopped down on the seat. Julia couldn’t get enough, knelt down next to him, cupped his cheeks and kissed him on the lips time after time. She even sat astride his lap to look into his eyes.
She squeaked happily, “That’s what I wished for when I was a girl.”
Eric looked down and saw that she was sitting on half his erection. His daughter slid on top of him and whispered in his ear, “That’s how I used to do it until I could feel something on my butt.”
Eric’s little boy came to life and the more he straightened up, the brighter Julia’s eyes shone. When his hard-on threatened to lift her off his lap, she giggled again, “But this time, I’m not wearing any underwear.”
As if she had practiced it a hundred times before, she sank down blindly and engulfed Daddy’s boner to the hilt. This was so unexpected, that Eric had to gasp for air. When he had recovered from his lustful shock, he began to move his pelvis, penetrating his daughter with languid thrusts and smiling incredulously into her eyes.
“My God… Julia… I would never have believed… that I would…”
“Go ahead and say it,” Julia prompted him, coming towards him with her movements, “I like it when you need words like that.”
Eric continued, “And now I’m sitting… in the middle of the night… on the couch and… fucking my daughter…”
“Ew, dad,” Julia squealed, “I can finally feel… your hard cock… in my pussy.”
Eric grabbed Julia by the sides, looked down at himself and followed his hard-on, which kept making her labia swell to the side. He melted from lust and fatherly pride at the sight.
“My daughter… my girl… you have a… wonderful pussy…”
“Oh daddy… yes…”
He stroked the curves of her bottom and sighed in time with his thrusts. “You have… a sweet ass… my girl… I want you… again and again… fuck.”
“As many times… you want… Daddy…”
Suddenly, Julia paused, as if she had an idea. She slipped off his legs, knelt on the couch and stuck her bare ass out at him.
“Yes, Daddy, as often as you want, whatever you want.”
Eric accepted the offer, knelt behind her on the couch and placed his hands on her hips. Julia’s labia protruded between her thighs, so it was easy for him to suck them both into his mouth, drag his tongue through her cleft and repeatedly make a detour to her pleasure bud.
His daughter began to whimper softly and made Dad understand that he should never stop kissing her pussy. Quiet licking in the room… Julia’s lustful moans… the stoic tick-tock of the wall clock that didn’t seem to care about anything.
It wasn’t until Eric tapped Julia’s rosette with his tongue that her sigh of relief overrode the wall clock, and even more so when he wet his thumb in her pleasure canal and gently, but relentlessly, drilled it into her sweet little ass hole. He got to his feet, placed his glans against her butt hole and had to hold back all his little horses to prevent himself from storming off.
He forced himself to calm down and murmured, “Julia… Girl… I’m going to fuck you now…”
“Daddy… yes… fuck me…”
“I’m going to fuck your sweet ass now.”
“Oh… Yes…!”
With those words, he let himself go and watched as Julia’s smooth asshole engulfed his hard-on. He wasn’t sure and asked, “Am I hurting you?”
“Keep driving… Dad… fuck me… in the ass…”
Eric wrapped his arm around her waist, stroked her clit and gradually found a languid rhythm. After just a few thrusts, his daughter seemed to take off. He had to let go of her repeatedly, so as not to push her right over the lustful cliff. Julia was almost bursting with impatience and wanted to reach heaven as quickly as possible, but he kept holding her back until his daughter was blubbering.
“Daddy… faster… I can’t… take it anymore…”
Eric also thirsted for the end, increased his pace and let his finger swirl around Julia’s pleasure bud. They only needed seconds before they were swept away by a tsunami wave of pure ecstasy and screamed out loud into the living room.
*
The two of them crept cautiously up the stairs and waited for mom on the top landing, but no one was there. While Eric listened into his bedroom, Julia stopped in front of her door and watched him spellbound. When he had opened the door a crack and noticed that his wife was sleeping soundly and quietly, he nodded conspiratorially to his daughter and they both disappeared into their rooms.
– To be continued —
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Thank you kenji for your assistance.
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