Literotic asexstories – How It Started – The Second Part by WyndsofChange,WyndsofChange This is the second and only expected sequel to “How It’s Going – The First Part”. But it is a sequel the way Wynds of Change does sequels… same world, same storyline, different incestuous couple, and no they’re not getting together in an orgy. As always, all characters are over the age of 18, and none of this is real. It only happened in my twisted imagination. I hope you enjoy. Please vote and comment. I read each and every one of the comments and appreciate your feedback!
Another Friday night. Madison closed her eyes and tried to relax. She regulated her breathing and tried to enjoy herself. She thought about the guy she was with two weeks ago. Brad. Of course he was named Brad. He looked like a Norse god. Blonde hair, blue eyes, chiseled chin, and positively gagging at the idea of fucking a real redhead, particularly one a few years older. She was a twenty-eight-year old athlete and he felt like he’d hit the jackpot. Plus, he thought he was God’s gift to women. Sadly, all those muscles and bravado hid a below average size cock. And very substandard performance.
But oh, he did talk a good game. A game that left her utterly unsatisfied. Twenty minutes after they started, he was already gone. The playful banter lasted about five minutes, foreplay lasted all of ten seconds, the sex lasted thirty seconds, she went to the bathroom to pee, and a minute later she came back out and told him that she had to get up early in the morning and that he needed to leave. No repeat performance.
She thought about the guy before him. Jackson. He had a better temperament. And much nicer equipment. In fact, that might have been the nicest looking dick she’d ever seen. She remembered the oral attention she’s so selflessly lavished on it. Then she remembered how there wasn’t even a hint of reciprocation. What was between her legs that these guys were so averse to even a little pussy-licking? All he seemed to want to do is pound in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. No imagination. No creativity. Not even an occasional change of tempo. A lot like this guy.
She opened her eyes and regarded the guy above her, breathing hard, pumping like a robot. But that’s all he was offering her. No romance, no kissing, no oral. Not even a couple of adventurous fingers. Just a hard cock pounding in and out of a wet hole. Like Jackson, this guy wasn’t going to get a repeat performance either. How long had it been, she wondered idly. He didn’t even notice as she looked at her watch. It seemed like so much longer, but it had only been about five or six minutes. At least he lasted a lot longer than Brad. Still, this is not the best use of her time. So, she suddenly started moaning loudly, gyrating wildly, and gave a lackluster fake orgasm performance. Had he been paying any level of attention to his partner he could probably even tell it was fake. She didn’t care. She just wanted it over and him gone. Apparently, her performance was good enough to push him over the edge. Ten minutes later, he, too, was gone.
In the shower, as she washed his sweat off her, she thought about her life so far. She wasn’t slutty, she was just looking for something. And she knew what it was. She wanted someone to make love to her. She wanted someone to love her, for her. She didn’t want to be fucked indiscriminately, just another notch on somebody’s bedpost. She wanted to be made love to. She wanted kisses and hugs, and long walks while holding hands. She wanted someone to ache for her like she’d ache for him. She wanted the fairy tale.
But fairy tales aren’t real, she told herself. It was funny how every time she was with her father, he treated her like a princess. And the fairy tales were just chock full of princesses, weren’t they? Why was it that only a girl’s father could make her feel that way? Couldn’t she find someone who wasn’t her father to make her feel that good?
Madison Leroux was a twenty-eight-year-old professional who should have been in the prime of a successful and highly lucrative career as a professional tennis player. But her professional tennis career had already passed her by, courtesy of one drunk driver. She was just seventeen years old at the time, and she and Hunter, her boyfriend at the time, were coming home from a movie. It was late on a Saturday night, and it had been raining. And some idiot with too much to drink and not enough sense to call an Uber, crossed the center line, clipping the teenagers’ car and sending them into a spin. Hunter was a young and inexperienced driver and couldn’t recover from the spin. They slammed into a tree. Hunter’s family was quite wealthy, and his BMW was new with all the latest safety equipment. No one was seriously injured, but the way the car hit the tree, Madison broke her knee.
As her knee shattered, so did her dreams of playing tennis at the professional level. Her father was there every step of the way, making sure she got to each and every rehab appointment. He worked with her tirelessly to help her get back to 100%. But a year later, she realized she would never get it back. She knew she would never again be as fast or as agile as she used to be. And certainly not enough to compete at the highest levels of the sport she loved. Her father and his money helped her establish the small Tennis Academy that bore her name now. While she loved competing, she found a deep satisfaction in molding and developing young tennis players into the lethal weapons that she used to be. The academy made her enough money that she was able to buy a small home, but not too far away from her dad. And they saw each other often.
Maya O’Day was Madison’s star pupil. This girl was absolutely going pro, and soon. She’d been coaching Maya since she was fourteen, and now would graduate in months, and join the new breed of black women tennis stars currently taking the tennis world by storm. It didn’t hurt her future chances that she would graduate with a degree in pre-med with a GPA north of 3.8. Maddy could not have been prouder of her protégé. But today, something was off. Today she had the kids playing ‘best 2 out of 3’ for more in-game practice of fundamentals they’d worked on earlier in the week. And Maya knew every move as if she were programmed for them. Today, she was double – faulting, missing winners, and letting obvious opportunities slip by. After her second straight 2 – 0 loss, Madison decided to call it a day and let the kids have the rest of a beautiful spring Saturday.
“Got a minute, Mye?” she asked as Maya was packing her gear.
“Sure. What’s up,” she answered.
“I don’t think you’ve played that badly since I’ve known you. What’s going on?”
She finished zipping her bag and sat on the courtside bench. “I’m kinda scared to tell you. It’s really personal. But feel like I need to tell somebody, and Jordan’s out of town for the weekend.” Jordan was her best friend and a fellow tennis player.
Madison looked concerned and said, “Look, you’re my student. But in six years of working together, I’ve come to consider you a friend. Maybe like a little sister.”
Maya scoffed. “Sister,” she said, almost under her breath.
Madison looked hurt. “I really mean that. I would have thought that the sentiment was returned. I never thought we had any problems. What’s wrong?
“No, no!” she said, a little distressed that she’d sounded so callous. “It’s not you,” said Maya, shaking her head. “And yes, I consider you a friend. And I really need a friend to talk to now. It’s…”
“Take your time. Tell me what’s going on,” said Madison soothingly. “Maybe I can help.”
After a long pause, Maya said, “No, there’s nothing you can do. Hell, it’s your fault that I know about it at all.”
“My fault!” exclaimed Madison. “What did I do?! What the hell’s going on?!”
“I need to talk to somebody. But look, if I tell you this, you can’t tell another soul. Not now, not ever. Nobody. This goes to the grave, understood? And don’t judge me, okay?” Maya said, a bit defensively.
“Okay, not a word,” she agreed warily, unsure if she’d just agreed to help hide a body.
Maya said, “Remember a couple months ago when you joked that I should do a DNA test to see if I was related to ‘tennis royalty’ or something?”
“Yeah, I remember. But wasn’t serious. I was just joking around.”
“I know that. But I did it anyway, just for kicks, you know?”
“So, are you in some Venus and Serena bloodline or something?” Madison asked excitedly.
“Not as far as I can tell. But they did find something interesting.” She kept her friend in suspense for a moment and the said, “Turns out my mom and dad were related before they got married and had me.”
“Wait, what?” asked Madison, confused. “Related? Related how?”
“As it turns out, my mom and dad are father and daughter. My father is also my grandfather, my mother is also my sister, and so I guess I’m my own aunt!”
“What?! The test said all that?!”
“No. The test just said there were ‘irregularities in my parentage.’ I called and asked about it, and they couldn’t tell me any more because of privacy law. But the girl I talked with simply said it looked like my parents might be blood related. They said I should ask them. I did and they came clean.”
“How do you feel about this?” asked Madison.
“I don’t know how to feel. I mean, I still love them, and they assure me that nothing’s changed. And I guess that’s true. I guess I’m just trying to get my head around the idea of a father and daughter having sex and being together like that, and it being okay. That’s not what I’ve ever heard at all!”
“Hmph,” Madison said softly. “They’re father and daughter.”
“I know, right?” agreed Maya, thinking that her friend felt the same as she did.
“I know you might not want to hear this, Mye, but it happens. Probably a lot more than we know.”
“What do you mean?” asked Maya.
“Incest,” she said simply. “It’s mostly illegal, it’s universally taboo, and entirely socially unacceptable. But it still happens. They just keep it really quiet and hidden. But then on the other hand, if they’re all consenting adults, who are they hurting?”
“Like my folks?”
“Exactly like them. Long, happy marriage, beautiful family, good people. If he’s in love with his daughter and she loves him back, who are they hurting? They’re happy. Let them be happy.”
“So what should I do?”
“Do? There’s nothing to do. Accept it.”
“But,”
“But what?” challenged Madison. “They haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Incest is wrong!”
“To who? They haven’t done anything to you. In fact, a lot of folks feel like I do about it. Live and let live. It’s really not your business,” Madison said. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted saying it. She prayed silently, don’t ask it… don’t ask it… don’t ask it.
“Could you do it?” asked Maya. “Could you fuck your own father?”
Fuck! Thought Madison. Give her the standard answer of ‘Eww, no!’ or admit that the last few months she’d been obsessing over that very thing? Instead, she tried to stall. “Under the right set of circumstances, anything could happen.”
Madison could hear how weak that answer sounded. But Maya seemed not to notice. She just looked at her friend and said thoughtfully, “Hmmm. That’s pretty much what my mom said.”
Madison didn’t answer, afraid she would say too much and reveal her own secrets.
“Still,” said Maya. “It just seems…” but trailed off.
“Okay. Look at it this way. You’re the best tennis player here. Who would you say is second?”
“Second? I have to say Jordan. Although it’s not really fair, ’cause she’s every bit as good as me. She always gives me a run for my money, and she outright beats me sometimes. Sometimes,” Maya laughed lightly.
Madison scoffed and said, “I like Jordan, and she is a very good tennis player. But she is not your equal. Honestly, no one here is. Anyway,” and she leaned in and said slyly, “You know she’s gay right?”
Maya scoffed and looked at her friend as if she’d never seen her before. “Gay?! Everybody knows she’s gay! What does that have to do with anything?”
Madison smirked and said, “Exactly! Who a grown man or woman chooses to be with, is nobody’s business. So how can you give your friend Jordan that consideration but not your own mom and dad? Why do you get to judge them?”
Maya looked pensive as she seemed to consider Madison’s words. Finally, she said, “Thanks for the insight. I still just got to come to grips with it all. I just found out yesterday.”
“Just give it some time,” said Madison. “It’ll be okay. Just don’t do or say anything that you can’t take back. Anyway, I’ve got to lock up, so have a good weekend!”
*****
While she was closing up her office, her phone rang. It was her dad, of course.
“You coming over after work?” he asked. “And did you have lunch?”
“Had a granola bar, so you should be a good father and buy your daughter dinner.”
“Who can resist an offer like that?” he joked. “We can hang out and have dinner. Sound good?”
“I’m gonna run home and shower and change. I’ll be there around four,” she said.
“Perfect!”
The trap was set. Now to get mom to go to a book club or whatever boring-ass thing she did. Her mother was turning into a little old lady right before their eyes.
Madison headed home. Her brain had been buzzing ever since Maya dropped her little bombshell on her. Hearing her dad’s sexy voice didn’t help at all. She could hardly believe it. The thing she’d been agonizing over. She’d been feeling hideously guilty over wanting her dad the way she did. And here were two people she knew and respected, twenty years deep into their own incestuous relationship. And most of all, they were living out loud, right in front of everybody. You could say what you will about incest being wrong or weird or whatever, but you had to admire the guts to say, “Fuck it! We’re doing this!” She wasn’t sure if she had the nerve to be that open, but Maya’s confessional had given her the resolve to see if she could actually seduce her father.
She and her dad were already very close. Much closer and more attuned to each other than she and her mother, Celeste. Her dad was a good-looking guy. Taller than her by only a couple of inches, with the same lean, graceful build. They played tennis together regularly and that kept him fit. His hair was thick and full and still mostly dark brown, matching his warm brown eyes that looked at Madison with so much love. They’d all celebrated his 55th birthday last year, but he didn’t look a minute over 40, while her mom looked every bit of 60. But when they were together there was no doubt even to strangers that they were father and daughter. She looked nothing like her mother, other than she inherited her mom’s red hair, blue eyes, and relatively flat butt. Years of tennis had taken care of that. All the running and stretching had curved up her bottom nicely. But she was clearly her father’s daughter, just an attractive, female version of him. That’s okay, she thought. The obvious family resemblance wouldn’t be a problem. If she did pull this off, they would only be lovers in the bedroom. No one else would need to know. Like she asked Maya, who would they be hurting?
Celeste Leroux. Her mother. That’s who. Madison would have to figure that problem out.
She went home and changed into a thin white sundress with tiny blue and yellow flowers adorning it. She added a pair of flimsy, lacy white panties underneath. The dress was so thin and gauzy that it appeared very sheer in any light. The panties would be clearly visible, as would be the matching bra. It was there mainly to highlight her practically non-existent tits. At least they didn’t get in the way when she was playing tennis. She did a final check in the mirror. She knew that this was something much sexier than what she’d normally wear for a Saturday afternoon with the folks. She hoped her mom didn’t get too mad.
She drove over to her childhood home and walked right in. “I’m here, Dad!” she called out. She walked through the house into the open kitchen living area. Her father was on the phone, and now that she was there, it seemed like he was hurrying to end the call.
“…alright, honey, travel safe. I’ll see you next week. Tell the girls I said hi!” and he hung up. “Hey, sweetheart!” he said happily as he enveloped her in a hug which she returned eagerly. One would have thought they hadn’t seen each other in years. As he released her, he couldn’t help but notice how amazing his girl looked. He glanced her up and down, and simply said, “Damn!”
“What, daddy?” she asked coquettishly.
“Don’t ‘What’ me! You know ‘what!’ You look like, I don’t know. But DAMN!”
“You like?” she asked, turning a pirouette. “I picked it out just for you.”
“Oh yeah,” he said, nodding devilishly. “I like way more than I should.”
“Why thank you,” she replied. “Was that mom on the phone? I thought she was home.”
“You thought she was home, and you dressed like that?” he asked.
“I knew you’d defend me, daddy. I wasn’t too worried. Plus, she barely notices either of us anymore.”
“That’s for damn sure, “he agreed. “Anyway, this week is her annual girls’ trip. This year they went to San Francisco. I think they’re stopping in Vegas on the way back.”
“Omigod! Hen-fest was this week?! I forgot all about it! ‘The Golden Girls Take Las Vegas!'” Madison laughed at her own joke.
“Sweetie, they aren’t hens,” Joe tried lamely to defend his wife. “They’re—”
“They are totally old hens!” Madison said, laughing at her dad trying to be diplomatic. “They’re all in their fifties, they all have grandkids, and they all wear granny panties and prison bras!” By now her and her father were laughing wildly.
“Hey, me and your mother don’t have grandkids yet,” he said.
“Don’t worry… I have a plan,” she tempted. “You’ll see.”
“Fine. What the hell is a prison bra?” he asked. “How do you know what they wear in prison?”
“Not that,” Madison corrected him. “Those big-assed maximum security bras that keep the titties locked up and out of sight. Like they’re in prison.”
“Your mother doesn’t wear that!”
“Are you kidding?! That’s all she wears! Go look in her drawer. That’s all that’s in there!” she challenged him.
Determined to one-up her, Joe took the bait and went and checked his wife’s drawer. Sure enough, the only colors were white and flesh, and every piece of lingerie looked industrial strength. When did this happen, he wondered. Walking back out he admitted defeat.
“Fine, you win” he said to her smirking face. “But all women have at least some of that for, you know, that time.”
“Not me,” she declared. “Not one granny-pantie, not even a juvenile detention bra.” Joe looked confused. “That’s like a prison bra, but not as maximum-security,” she explained. They both laughed again. “Anyway, after dinner, we’ll go to my house, and you can check.”
“I’m not checking my daughter’s panty drawer!” he said.
“You checked mom’s,” she protested, “and mine’ll be way more fun.”
“I know, but that was different,” he said hesitantly.
“Don’t make it weird, daddy,” she teased.
“Fine. But if I find any institutional garments, I’ll never let you live it down!”
Madison was truly amazed at how well her plans were working. As they headed out, she thought about how much she’d always enjoyed their father-daughter date nights. They were a big part of the reason she and her dad fit so well. No less than twice each month, she had him all to herself, without any interruptions. He really taught her how to interact with guys, and what to accept and what not to tolerate. That was why she was always so quick to kick guys to the curb for failing to meet expectations. Now, he had her so spoiled that only he would do.
They went out to dinner and then for a walk in the nearby park, since it was still twilight out. A perfect dinner, a gorgeous late afternoon sky, holding hands with the most wonderful man alive, Madison was almost giddily happy. The date was a smashing success, and she was flirting with him more suggestively than ever before.
“We should go back to my house,” she was saying. “Maybe watch a movie or just sip wine and hang out together.”
Joe sensed danger. Madison had been very affectionate, and he was getting starved for affection in his own house and found himself responding to her every feminine wile. He honestly didn’t trust himself. “I should probably get home,” he said weakly.
“Mom’s out of town for more than a week. Is sitting alone in an empty house really preferable to being here with your only daughter?”
Joe marveled at her phrasing. So calculated. So perfectly innocent sounding, yet positively drenched in innuendo. And an argument he couldn’t win.
“Plus, you promised to check for, what did you call it, ‘institutional garments.'”
“Fine, but just for a minute,” he finally gave in.
As they held hands and walked to his car, she thought to herself, that’s what you think!
Joe came out of her bedroom holding and looking at what looked like a cloth eyepatch. “Nope, not one piece of granny-approved clothing in there,” he said. “But this!” He held up the tiny thong and looked up at her. And stopped dead in his tracks. Her sundress and bra were on the floor next to her. She was standing there, wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy white panties and the sexiest smile he’d ever seen. The panties were French-cut: very high over the hips and low in the front, with a lace panel that allowed her coppery-red curls to peek through enticingly. He had always been a fan of a nice, full bush on a woman. It made him feel like he was with a woman, not some little girl. And on his daughter, those red hairs peeking around and through the tiny little lacy patch in front, hers looked magnificent.
At a loss for words he just asked, “Sweetheart, what are you doing?” His heart was beating so hard he was sure she could hear it.
Madison began to walk slowly to him. “If you have to ask, I must not be doing it right.”
“Oh, you’re doing it right. Maddy, baby, are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, still not quite believing what was happening.
“Why shouldn’t I want this with you?” she responded, the distance between them closing. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a man.”
“Honey, I’m old. And all broken down and worn out. You are so amazingly beautiful, Maddie, you can have anyone you want.”
Now face to face with him, her voice was soft and breathy as she said, “Yes, you’re older. But you’re not old. And you’re certainly not broken down. You play tennis against a professional every week and you actually hold your own. Plus, girls my age are really into older guys these days. And you’re so good to me, always there for me, cheering me on, supporting me, being everything I need at the very moment I need it. How could I not fall in love with you?” She slipped her arms around him.
He responded by putting his arms around her naked torso. “And you’re absolutely sure you want this?”
“Are you so sure that you don’t?” she asked, pointedly holding his gaze until he blinked.
“Oh, I want it. More than life. But be warned, if we start, I’m never going to stop. You’ll be all mine forever. And I will not share you.” He pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her unclothed body radiating through his clothes. Their lips touched briefly. Not quite a kiss; more like a shadow of a kiss.
Holding him close to her, she whispered, “I’m perfectly okay with that. But what about mom? Why do I have to share?”
He pulled his head back so he could look into her blue eyes. She had a mischievous smile on her face. “Mom?” he asked. “Let me tell you what’s gonna happen.” He leaned his head forward again and pressed his cheek against hers. “I’ll never stop loving you. And I’m never gonna stop fucking you,”
This elicited the slightest whimper from Madison, and she pressed her panty-clad puss against the hard rod straining against his pants.
“… and sooner or later, we’re gonna get sloppy and Celeste is gonna catch us.”
“Oh, no,” she whispered softly.
“Yes,” said Joe his voice soft and low, dripping with sensuality, all doubts and hesitation out the window now. “And she’s gonna go ballistic. Kick us out, and probably tell everyone all about her pervert husband and slut daughter.”
“Mmmmm, the shame, the scandal, oh my god, the outrage,” purred Madison.
“I know, and we’ll probably be forced to run away together, to someplace safe.”
“Mmmmm,” she purred again, continuing to grind against him as they stood there swaying together.
“Just the two of us,” he added.
“Or maybe just the three of us,” she said, pulling back to look in his eyes, willing him to know that she was serious about it, about all of it. She felt her dad’s cock lurch as she said that. He returned her gaze, and finally said, “That’s our future. Is that the future you want?”
Finally overcome with emotion and lust, she kissed him, her mouth fully open, her tongue searching for his. She was overjoyed as she felt him returning her passion, without an ounce of restraint. He was sucking on her tongue and squeezing her tightly. All his love for her was poured into her in that kiss.
She gasped as he suddenly reached down to her knees and picked her up, effortlessly carrying her like a princess, walking toward her bedroom.
“Sweetheart, you have until the bed to stop me,” he warned.
Rather than answer, Madison resumed kissing him, even more heatedly than before. He laid her gently on her bed, then stood up and yanked off his clothes while he basked in her nearly naked beauty. As he pulled off his shorts and underwear and his hard, throbbing member bounced into her view for the first time, she audibly gasped. She reached for it, curling her fingers around it, stroking him lovingly while murmuring, “Finally.”
“Last chance, baby girl,” he said.
Madison looked him in the eyes while holding his hard cock in her hand and said, “Shut up, Daddy. Shut up and fuck me!”
Needing no more urging he leaned down and kissed her toes, sucking each one briefly as he started upwards, licking her ankles, and alternating between her left leg and her right. He even took a moment to kiss her knees. He even took a little extra time on the knee that ended her tennis career. Using his tongue as a brush, he painted up and down her thighs, starting on the outside, and working his way to the soft, delicate flesh of her inner thighs. She was already spreading them wide for him, presenting herself to him as a most delicious meal. He tugged down on both sides of her panties, and she rose to let him remove them. He frantically pulled them off, tossed them aside, and dove into her sweet, drenched womanhood.
He avoided her clit for now, focusing on kissing and licking her labia like he had her mouth. Her honey was so sweet and scrumptious that he never wanted to stop. He extended his tongue into her as far as it would go, and stabbed it repeatedly in an out of her, giving her a first-class tongue-fucking, delighting in the moans and whimpers coming from her. He wanted to taste the syrup that was deep inside her, so he slid a finger deep into to snug chamber and massaged the top wall of her pussy, finding the spot that years of experience had taught him. The effect was immediate. She started groaning louder and began to thrash about, all while one hand, held his face against her and with the other held his wrist in place. She undulated and rampaged against his ministrations, her juices flowing freely into his gulping mouth, until she finally yelled, ‘DAAAADDDEEEEE!!!” as her orgasm overtook her. She threw her legs around his head, holding him in place as she greedily took her pleasure from his fingers and mouth.
Finally, she collapsed back, feeling totally spent. His face still between her legs, he gently kissed her sodden slit once more and let his touch drop lower. Pulling her butt cheeks apart, he slipped his tongue down and wiggled it against her puckered asshole. The unexpected sensation made her shout, “Daddy! Oooo, that’s so dirty!” as she moved against his oral exploration.
He pulled away and said, “That’s where we’ll start next time.”
“Tease!” She complained but was immediately quiet when she felt him kneel between her legs, getting ready to consummate their new relationship. Joe was holding his rod and rubbing it up and down her still-tight furrow. He loved how her red pubes were wet and matted, and her lips were just slightly open, ready to receive him. Hers was surely the most beautiful flower in the world.
She started to sit up, asking, “You want me to get on my knees and bend down so it’s all there for you, Dad?”
“No, darling,” he replied. “I want to gaze into my daughter’s beautiful face as I slide my thick dick into her sweet, tight, willing pussy.” Madison laid back and welcomed her father home.
As they joined for the first time, father and daughter were surprisingly overcome with emotion. He pressed himself into her all the way to the base, and just held it there. They held their breath. Father. Daughter. His cock in the one pussy it was never supposed to feel. Her sweet walls cradling the one cock specifically off limits to her. So wrong. So bad. So taboo.
Yet so good. So wonderful. So right. Beyond right. So perfect. She saw tears escape from the corners of his eyes. One tear dropped to her cheek. In his glistening eyes, she saw the love, the complete affection and total adoration he felt for her. A tear escaped her as well, followed by another. He leaned down and kissed her tears away, like he had countless times before. Only this time, the kisses didn’t stop with the tears. He moved to her mouth and recaptured her tongue as he started moving inside her. Her channel felt so perfect, like it was made only for him. She thought his manhood filled her up just perfectly, stimulating her cunt like no other cock before ever had. They moved together in perfect synch, as if this were their thousandth time together, not their first. She moaned into the kiss and wrapped her legs around him, biting and sucking his lips as her passionate frenzy grew. Their motions sped up, and in an embarrassingly short time, they both knew that they weren’t going to last much longer. Joe was kissing his daughter as if his life depended on it, and his cock had never felt more powerful, more intrusive, more potent!
For her part, Madison was no virgin and certainly no stranger to being fucked. But in this instance, she knew that she wasn’t simply being fucked. Her father was making love to her, and she realized that she’d finally found what she’d been looking for. She had never felt so loved and desired. She knew that in a few moments when they peaked and it was over, he wouldn’t be looking for the nearest exit. He’d want to hold her, kiss her, maybe do it again, and then let her fall asleep in his arms. Because that’s what daddies did. Her heart swelled, and her hips took notice. She sunk her nails into his back, squeezed him tightly, and hammered her steaming core up at him, wanting him to feel the animal inside her; wanting him to own her.
They pounded each other furiously, gripping each other desperately, kissing each other frantically as if breaking apart would cause suffocation, each willing the cum right out of the other. Joe grunted like a caveman as his orgasm ripped out of his body, even while knowing the fatal danger of impregnating this wonderful creature, his own daughter, and his pounding, pulsing, baby-batter-spewing cock not caring one bit about the consequences and it gushed forth its load deep inside her, straight to her fertile young womb. Madison felt it and joined his cumming with hers. They clutched each other as they rode it down together, both with tears in their eyes. She knew she was safe, and there would be no baby sister or baby brother for her until they wanted one, but by god, she fully intended to make that happen, too. Until then she planned to enjoy every drop of precious daddy-sperm he could deliver. No condoms. No pulling out. Finally sated, she sighed, stretched, and hugged Joe. As predicted, he held her in his arms until she fell asleep, safe and loved.
Joe woke up a few hours later in an unfamiliar bed. He felt her breathe beside him and remembered his night of passion with his daughter. He was expecting the guilt, and it did not disappoint. He got out of bed and looked out her sliding glass door at the darkness outside. He didn’t regret having sex with her. He just hoped that she didn’t hate him, because he certainly felt like he’d taken advantage of her.
Suddenly she was beside him. “Can’t sleep?” she asked softly.
“Yeah, but the guilt woke me up,” he replied. They had always been unfailingly honest with each other. This was no time to stop. “I just hope you don’t hate me.”
“I was afraid of this,” she said. “So let me be clear, daddy. I wanted this. I want this. I love you, and I want to be with you. I don’t want to share you with mom, but I will if that’s the only way I can have you.”
“Baby, your mom has a heart problem. And she’s gone through menopause. And all the medicines she takes stripped away any libido she had left. Hell, I can’t remember that last time we, you know.”
Madison didn’t know what to say.
Joe continued, “You won’t have to share me. If I’m not with you, I’m not with anyone. So yes, I want this.”
“I want this, too, Dad. I really do. So, you think mom would understand?”
“Oh, hell no,” he replied, laughing gently. “I told you about that last night. I meant every word.”
“Wow,” she exclaimed softly.
“I know. Exposure, scandal, exile, all of it. Anyway, let’s get back to bed. I need to hold you.”
As they lay together, Madison sighed happily as his arms surrounded her and pulled her close. She felt him grow against her. This was how it began.
Epilogue
Maya O’Day made a splash on the professional tennis scene. She was an unknown who’d come out of nowhere with some decisive wins in smaller tournaments. Those wins plus her stellar college record qualified her for the Australian open. Finally on the big stage, she let her nerves get to her. She lost in the first round – badly, and to an inferior player.
After changing in the lockers, she sat there feeling sorry for herself.
“Are you okay?” asked Emmy Bardot, another first-rounder eliminated early. She spoke English haltingly, with a pronounced French accent. “You look like hell. Is there anything I can do?”
Maya looked at the blonde Parisian beauty sitting beside her and wiped her eyes. She’d practiced with her a few times since arriving in Melbourne, and they’d become fast friends. Maya spoke French better than Emmy spoke English. “It’s just,” she began in French, “I finally get my big chance, and I blow it because of nerves.”
Emmy smiled and said, “You’ve lost nothing but a tournament. There will be more, trust me. Just dust yourself off, work hard, and meet me at Roland Garros.”
Maya nodded and said sadly, “I just really miss my dad.” She had flatly forbidden her parents from coming, irrationally afraid that someone would ‘recognize that married couple as father and daughter.’ They were deeply hurt, but they honored her wishes.
Emmy looked as if she understood what was really bothering her. “Ahh, is he your lover? You are hurt he wasn’t here?”
“What!?” exclaimed Maya, so surprised that she reverted to English. “No, he’s not my lover! Why would you even say that?”
Emmy chuckled softly. She calmly answered, still in French, “You Americans are so uptight about sex, and who one is allowed to have it with. In France, it’s no big deal. One-night hookups, affairs, incest, it’s all just sex. If everyone is of age, and it’s consensual, no one cares.”
“Really? Even incest?”
“Oui,” confirmed Emmy. “Look,” she took Maya’s hands and looked at her intently, “If you’re going to play the king’s game on the world stage, you’re going to have to let go of your provincial American attitudes about sex and learn to live and let live.”
“That’s what my parents always said,” admitted Maya, “as well as my old trainer.”
“See? Maybe you should give your father a tumble. I’m sure he would appreciate it,” she said, laughing.
“Oh, no. He already slept with one daughter, my mother.”
Emmy looked surprised.
“Yeah,” confirmed Maya. “My mom and dad are father and daughter. He’s also my grandfather and she’s also my big sister. And I guess I’m Aunt Me! And I’m still struggling with it all. That’s why I was distracted out there.”
Emmy laughed out loud and said, “Now I see why you played so badly. Like I said, live and let live. You don’t have to do something you don’t want to, but don’t ever let it bother you if others do.”
Maya was finally beginning to understand that her mom and dad were just that… her mom and dad, with their own backstories.
Emmy grabbed her bag and said in her stilted English, “Don’t forget, Maya. Live and let live. You never know what, or even who, you yourself might end up doing in the future,” her eyes twinkling suggestively. She air-kissed both sides of Maya’s face and was gone. “See you in Paris!” she said over her shoulder as she breezed out of the locker room.
It’s funny how hearing the same words from a stranger had a much more profound effect. There were six tourneys before Roland Garros, and she intended to win each and every one of them. And that would begin with an overdue call to mom and dad.
The crowd erupted in cheers for the newcomer and the camera swept across the arena showing the crowd’s reaction. “Hey, there’s Robert and Trish!” said Joe as he spotted Maya’s parents in the stands. It was a few months later, he and Madison were at his house watching her star former pupil execute a savage slicing drop shot to advance to the semi-finals at The French Open. A shot she had drilled Maya on mercilessly. As proud as Madison was, she knew it was clear that she made the right decision and sent Maya to be trained by someone on the circuit. She’d taken Maya as far as she could, and the right thing to do was let her grow. Madison still had her academy, and she was searching for the next Maya O’day. In the meantime, she was happy, making love with her father at every opportunity. Once Maya reconnected with her family, the Leroux’s and the O’Days had become good friends, their secrets only known between them. Maya still wasn’t crazy about the whole thing, but she’d really taken Emmy’s words to heart… live and let live. Plus, she didn’t live at home anymore. She was all over the globe playing tennis. Emmy had become her best friend, and while the game took them all over, they got together whenever they could.
The next day, Celeste was leaving for another girl’s trip. Her sister was in the car out front, waiting to drive them to the cruise port. Maddy was over again, as always, and her and her father were waiting for Maya’s match to begin. She kissed her husband and hugged her daughter and went toward the door and stopped. She turned around and looked at them, both looking as innocent as could be.
“I’ll only say this once. Madison, your father isn’t getting any younger, and neither am I, and I’m getting impatient. All I want is one grandchild. That’s all I ask, and I think that’s more than fair, considering what I’ve turned a blind eye to. So you two need to get busy and do what you need to do.”
Madison and Joe were stunned speechless. They thought they’d been perfectly discreet, and Celeste had never shown any indication she even suspected. There had been no close calls, no accidental innuendo, nothing. And now, seemingly out of the blue, she was basically commissioning a grandchild from him and their daughter?
Before she turned and opened the door, she smirked at them, saying, “I really wish you could see your faces. See you in two weeks! Love you!” And she was gone.
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