Literotic asexstories – The Darkness and the Daughter by Arr2,Arr2 I realize I normally put disclaimers, so it feels weird not to have one. Ummm… if you demand absolute realism from your erotica, I don’t recommend this tale. Otherwise, not much to say. I realize I gravitate toward long, multipart premises in my stories, so I wanted to try a one-and-done for a change. I’m not sure how well it works, but I appreciate constructive and nourishing comments… especially if you’re cool, which I bet you are.
All characters participating in sexual activity in these stories are 18+.
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“David!” As the water rained down mere feet away, my wife’s insistent voice came in the darkness.
In the inky blackness of our bedroom, the only sign of her was her whisper, nearly drowned out by the insistent storm still raging outside as it had been since just before midnight.
“Hmm?” I muttered. Lying as we were, I faced away from Janet’s spot on the bed, my back pointed toward her.
“We’ve lost power!” She rubbed my shoulder, trying to get my attention. Going commando as I usually did, her hand felt cold on my warm, tense body.
“I-I’m sure it’ll be fine,” I said in a groggy voice. I was far less sleepy than I’d hoped I’d sounded, because spooning next to me in the darkness of our marital bed was our daughter Alice, completely naked.
I had difficulty focusing because my cock was buried deep in in our teenager’s tight, wet kitty. Her self-trained Kegel exercises kneaded and massaged my manhood. “It’s not like we can do much. H-hopefully it won’t be so long the food spoils.”
Alice guided my left hand to her pert breast, encouraging me to maul her mammary mound and needy nipple. She otherwise remained perfectly quiet and motionless, save for the minuscule movements made by the mounting tension in her body.
Janet’s story clearly began a minute ago when she woke up due to a particularly piercing thunderclap.
My story began about 15 minutes earlier, when I was awoken to the feel of warm, wet lips on my soft, sleeping shaft.
“Wha-?!” I started, but I felt a small hand over my mouth.
“It’s time,” Alice whispered in my ear, before returning to work her tongue on my swelling hardness. As I grew in her mouth, she bobbed her head in increasing eagerness. Having successfully encouraged my straining cock to its full length, she started using her hands to rub my wettened shaft while she focused on swirling her tongue along and around my sensitive helmet. Even with the cover of the storm, knowing my wife was asleep mere inches away both aroused and terrified me, and I did everything I could to shift my body and thoughts to be as quiet as possible.
How did this start? I found myself wondering.
I realized 15 minutes ago wasn’t the beginning, but the end of the beginning.
My actual story began months earlier.
Not terribly long after she turned 18 almost a year ago, Alice — I realized in hindsight — set her sights on seducing me.
It began with an “accidental” bump against my crotch on a college tour…
Pressing her ass against me on a crowded subway, seeming to rub her body in inflated reaction to the rumbling of the metal ride…
Snuggling closer than she ever had on family movie night, her hand on my leg, squeezing and rubbing up my thigh on particularly “scary” moments…
The final straw — or the final of the first straws — came after a couple months of this inappropriate escalation.
“What are you doing?!” I remember whispering after a too-brief ride in an elevator alone with her at the modern-art museum. The doors closed, and the jostle of the moving cabin sent her exaggeratedly backwards. Her hand pressed against my chest for purchase before sliding down my stomach, into my pants and underwear.
She leaned her back against me while still holding on, her grip encircling my manhood and giving it a tight squeeze-tug. She started stroking me with insistent jerks. I felt powerless to resist as I grew larger and thicker in that moving metal box.
I knew there were likely security cameras everywhere, but I didn’t know if Alice’s interposition of her body against mine obfuscated her obscene activity.
“What am I doing?” she whispered nonchalantly. “Whatever I want, daddy. Whatever. I. Want.”
“Th-this isn’t right…” I moaned, seemingly petrified to stop her as I strained against her hand. Her thumb slid across the fluid leaking at the top of my cockhead, then encircled it to smear my clear wetness all along the engorged bulb.
“I agree,” she pouted. “This isn’t right.” I swallowed in nervous tension as she continued, whispering, her face and body still pointed away from mine: “It isn’t right because your big, hard dick is in your pants, and not in my warm, waiting mouth… or my wet, willing pussy. Bad daddies don’t give their daughters what they want… what they desperately need. Selfish, selfish daddies.” Her singsong murmur echoed through the elevator, until the grinding of its gears came to a stop and she withdrew her hand.
“Oh… ride’s over, daddy.” The doors opened. “For now.” She looked me in the eye as she pointedly licked her sticky thumb while stepping out backwards. Her tongue flitted over her finger’s tip as she turned and walked into the museum.
I quickly untucked my shirt and hoped that the tent-like effect of the garment covered my straining, unsatisfied staff buried in my slacks. It wasn’t until the Förg exhibit that my raging erection finally calmed enough for me to think clearly. I didn’t much care for the paintings — too minimalist for my liking — but at least I wasn’t breathing like a madman.
Alice said nothing more about the encounter for the rest of the tour… or the rest of the day. I didn’t dare say anything — nor could I even think of what I would say.
In the days and weeks that followed, the tantalizing teenager resumed her “unintentional” touches in our day-to-day lives:
On an otherwise ordinary Monday evening, she happened to not be wearing a bra when reaching high for plates on the top shelf, the two open buttons of her sheer white shirt providing a side view of her sultry slopes. She must have sensed me watching, because she paused mid-reach to stretch and arch her arms behind her back, one plump nipple poking out from the front of her garment. She nonchalantly adjusted her shirt, tweaking her nub with her thumb three times before hiding it away. And then she grabbed the dishes.
Another streaming movie night we were all on our lengthy couch, and Alice sat between Janet and me. By outward appearances the young woman seemed bored by Robert Downey Jr.’s Senate-confirmation subplot, and she laid her head down in my lap. She then proceeded to rub her soft cheek in slow, almost imperceptible circles on the crotch of my sweatpants.
Sometimes, I could feel, she was sticking her tongue in her cheek against my stirring bulge, licking the inside of her own mouth and flicking over my concealed erection. She did this for nearly two hours. All the while I rested my hand on her chestnut hair — so like her mother’s — and combed her with my fingers in long and longing strokes that were calmer than my pulse.
All the while my eyes darted to my wife, who seemed oblivious to the display happening mere inches away from her. Janet’s own hand was resting on Alice’s hip in a far more innocent maternal gesture.
Toward the end of the movie, Alice feigned falling even further asleep and put her head down entirely in my lap. With her mouth fully open, she proceeded to gum my straining and restrained shaft through my pants, teasing the pulsing plum at my tip with her tongue through two layers of clothes. This slice of her sensual teasing only lasted about 30 minutes… still more than enough time for her to soak my front with her saliva and me to drench my underpants with my own fluids.
It was an incredibly long film, and I found the ending neither suitably explosive nor satisfying.
Still another evening while Janet was doing yardwork outside, I went to use the hallway restroom. The door was closed but ajar and the light was off — the house’s universal sign that it was available. But when I opened it, I saw Alice seated on the lid-down toilet, furiously rubbing her slick clit with one hand while using the other to tweak and tease her nipple through her open blouse. Cast in shadows, the left side of her body had a cyan hue in the darkened room, lit as she was only by the blue-canary nightlight by the sink.
Seeing me, she just smiled, then sank three fingers into her swollen slit, the squish squish squish of her sopping pussy echoing obscenely in the restroom. Ill lit as the scene was, I could see her dew glistening on her brown matted pubic hair. She never broke eye contact as she churned her lecherous chamber with ever-increasing tempo.
Battling my complete blue-screened brain, it took several moments for me to break eye contact and close the bathroom door with a slam. My every instinct was to run down the hall, to put as much distance as I could between us. I didn’t. Instead, I lingered outside the wooden barrier and leaned closer to hear what I could.
Through the solid wood door, I still heard the shlick shlick shlick of her slippery self-satisfaction, until a few minutes later the plunging sounded more staccato and I heard her moan: “Nngh… nghhh… nnnghhh… d-d-d-D-DADDYYYYYYYYY! Daddy-daddy-daddy-PLEASE-daddy-please-please-PLEASE ngh ngh NNGGHHHHHhhh… ”
If I were anywhere else the house, I would have heard her cacophonous cumming with crystal-clear clarity. If anyone else lived at home besides us three, they would have heard it, too. As it was, near-pressed as I was against the bathroom door, her blissful braying blasted into my brain like a bullet of lust. I only prayed that Janet was sufficiently outside and away from earshot.
Retreating to my room, I looked at my purple, straining cock. I was breathing like I’d just completed a 5K run, and my cockhead had a pearly-white drop of not-clear fluid emerging from its straining, twitching slit, indicating how close her sonic stimulation had been to triggering my most-primal release.
Within three minutes I took the coldest shower possible, desperately trying to rein in my head, my heart, and my head.
And these were the most noteworthy incidents. They don’t include the countless hallway brushes. Alice leaning on the kitchen counter and pressing her breasts together “accidentally” whenever I was within eyeshot. Her slowly licking Kerrygold butter off a knife at the dinner table. Leaving just her unwashed pink panties atop my clean underwear when I took a shower.
But my daughter’s final domino was put into place when Janet needed to get the Toyota Avalon we received from her parents registered at the Department of Motor Vehicles. My wife had been gone for a while — in the way that DMV trips are often soul-sucking experiences — but the house had otherwise been quiet and calm. I’d gotten a head start on itemizing needed items for the forthcoming taxes, a box of paperwork and laptop my kitchen-table companion.
Alice was at home as well, on the couch in the other room, doing whatever teenagers do on their telephone.
My cell phone rang; it was Janet, the phone helpfully informed me, so I answered it and was greeted by her voice. “Hey, honey… I’m having problems with the registration. Hopefully you can help.”
“Of course!” I said. “What’s up?”
“Well, I’m trying to get the title transferred over, but the Avalon’s loan paperwork is still in Vince and Joanna’s name. Now, they said the loan’s paid off, and I’m pretty sure I remember that’s right, but their system isn’t showing that. Can you help?”
I was distracted by the word “Vince” in my wife’s monologue. Not because I’m particularly startled at hearing my father-in-law’s name (I am), but rather because Alice had taken this as her golden opportunity to slide under the kitchen table, open my pants, and loosen my sexual snake from its underwear. By mention of “paid off,” my cock was entirely free, and by “help” the entirety of my manhood was in Alice’s mouth, where she was sucking and licking my entire package with greedy gulps.
I swear, my daughter must have been twice as fast as an Afghan Hound snatching up a piece of dropped bacon.
“S-sure,” I stammered, desperately trying to concentrate. I shot Alice a glare. The corners of her well-stuffed mouth turned up in a grin, and her eyes lit up in impish delight.
“Everything okay?” asked Janet, the DMV’s background din echoing over the phone.
“FINE!” I said, too excited. “Everything’s fine.” My dick had sprung to life in a way that startled me and must have startled Alice as well, as she gurgled and gasped at the sudden growing intrusion into the back of her throat. “Just… taxes. A little distracting.”
“Ahh, yes,” commiserated Janet. “The magical time of year where the government grabs you by the balls, eh?”
“S-something like that,” I stammered, marveling at my wife’s and Alice’s coincidental synergy. The teenager’s needy hand had freed my sack and was kneading it gently along with her mouthly ministrations.
“So, can you help?” Janet continued.
“Sure! Yes. Right. Proof of… loan… paperwork…” I started typing at the laptop. Fortunately, I scanned everything related to that, so it wouldn’t be too difficult to find. Under normal circumstances, that is.
But when a beautiful teenaged woman was stabbing her own face with my cock, that was a complication they didn’t teach about in Accounting for Dummies.
And my daughter was determined. This was not the slow, playful dabbling Alice had partaken of in past encounters. This was a woman on a mission, with the same sense of purpose as the forces behind the Normandy invasion or the Apollo 11 moon landing… only her overriding order was to deliver the world’s best blowjob, as quickly as possible. John F. Kennedy would have been proud.
“L-let’s see… Avalon, Avalon,” I muttered into the phone, accidentally typing Avalod into Windows’ search function, followed by Abalob and then Sbs;pm my first three times. It was getting more difficult to concentrate the faster Alice’s saliva-soaked hand stroked my straining shaft while flitting her tongue on the underside of my helmet.
“Take your time, no rush… buuuut we’re all in a hurry,” teased Janet. I loved her humor.
“Ngh. L-lot of folks in a hurry today,” I said, to which Alice snickered, the vibrations of her laugh transferring tantalizingly onto my cock. “Anyway, I have it…” I said triumphantly, on my sixth attempt at typing six fucking letters. “It’s a PDF. How do you need it?”
“Can you fax it?” said Janet. And then we both laughed slightly — a running gag about how, no, we don’t use faxes, because we didn’t live in 1987. Our shared joke was interrupted by a question from my wife: “Is… everything okay?”
“Hmm?” I asked, in equal parts heaven and fear.
“I hear… I don’t know… like, the sink backing up?”
I realized Alice’s esophageal efforts were getting louder, the barely concealed gagging of her own thrashing throat coming through crystal clear on Sprint’s Family Plan.
“Oh… oh… oh!” I said in realization, horror, and increasing erotic tension. “I… yeah. No. I mean, yeah,” I said, clearly engaging as the stunning conversationalist that was the reason Janet married me. In fairness, every frantic fiber of my being was on fire from my daughter’s delightful endeavor. “The… dishwasher. I must’ve loaded it weird.”
“Yeah, it’ll do that,” commiserated Janet. “Anyway, no. Email is fine.” She gave me the email address of the customer service representative, and I clicked SEND. Less than 30 seconds later — including another half-minute of wet-and-warm teenage deepthroat action — my wife chirped her approval. “We got it! Thanks, David, for helping put this to bed; I’d hate to have this all blow up in our faces.”
I was so close. I could feel my balls tense up into my body, and Alice’s hand responded accordingly. I was soooooo close… “Yeah, no problem. B-bye, dear!” I stammered.
“Goodb-” and then I hung up.
“Oooohhhh,” said Alice, disengaging entirely from my cock with an audible pop. A thick strand of clear sticky fluid briefly connected my dick and her mouth, before it snapped back to her lips like a liquid rubber band. “Call’s over? Hope it’s okay you got… disconnected.” She smiled, wiping her mouth.
My quivering purple cockhead was inches from her kneeling face, a steady stream of precum flowing from its seeping, seething form.
“W-what?” I said.
“Call’s done. I should let you get back to work now. Bye, daddy!” She stood up and straightened her My Chemical Romance Black Parade T-shirt.
My head was full of the cottony lust and blue-ball clarity. Realizing what had transpired, I desperately tried to salvage some dignity and control. “Alice, this has gone far enough,” I said. “Whatever you think you’re doing, it needs to stop.”
There was a long silence between us as she examined me like a biology student would look at a pinned frog. “You don’t call out mom’s name,” she said.
“W-what?” I said, for the second time in less than two minutes.
“The walls in this house are pretty thin. You’ve been giving it to her good lately. Like, knock the ceiling down. I don’t know if I’ve ever heard as much as I have before… let’s see… about six months ago, give or take. A few months after my eighteenth birthday. I keep hearing you pound pound pound and just fuck the ever-loving shit out of mom. And she loves it. Probably feels like a teenager again herself. She just keeps moaning your name… ‘David, oh, Daaaaavvvviiid… ‘ ”
Hearing my daughter imitate her mother’s orgasmic moans while saying my name, my face must have been as beat red as the slowly calming head of my cock.
“You’re not the only one who can listen at doors, daddy.” She smiled.
“I think you’r-”
“And you’ve been so hard on her. You keep breaking condoms, you’re so rough. She got really nervous just about a month ago, almost exactly, as I recall. That was the same night you saw me in the bathroom, daddy, wasn’t it? Mom didn’t think you were going to stop, that night, even though there was nothing between you and her except the tattered remains of the protection futilely encircling your cock base. How hard was it to think, daddy, when you were driving her hips into the mattress over and over? When she was struggling to form coherent thoughts as your insistent thrusting brought her to orgasm after orgasm? I know you stopped, but I also know you didn’t want to.”
“Please, I don’t underst-”
“But here’s the thing,” she interrupted. “That night. Last week. Two weeks ago. Whenever you two are… enjoying each other’s company, lately. You don’t call her name. You used to, I’m pretty sure… before… y’know.”
She kept her eyes on me and continued. “Soooo… your sex has clearly never been better, with mom. She’s screaming your name so that the whole house can hear. So… why aren’t you saying her name?”
She smiled and took a step back from me, looking me up and down like a lion sizing up a gazelle.
“What’re you thinking of, daddy? Who are you thinking of, daddy?” She looked at me with insincere pouting, curious eyes. “Anyone we know, daddy? Anyone’s name you want to say, daddy?”
“Alice…” By now, my erection had subsided enough that I could stuff it in my pants and maintain some parental authority. I took one step toward her and grabbed her hands. “This has to stop. However you think this is going to end, it’s not.”
“End?” She arched an eyebrow. “It hasn’t even begun, daddy. So let me tell you how it will. Begin, that is. You’re going to fuck me. Mom’s going to be there with us. That night…” Alice looked almost wistful, like she was recalling a future memory. “Mom’s going to cum twice. And I’m going to cum twice. And you’re going to cum twice…” She chuckled, as if returning to reality. “Not in that order. Yes, your sweet, sweet daddy cum will be dribbling out of both of our pussies on that glorious night.”
“That will never happen,” I said, with as much conviction as I could muster. “None of it.”
“Oh, it will, daddy.” She smiled. “All of it. And the beauty of it is? You’ll never see it coming. It’ll hit you at the speed of light… or dark, if you prefer.”
And with that, she wandered off back to the couch with her phone, humming in self-satisfaction. I tried as best I could to return my thoughts to paperwork sorting.
I loudly didn’t say my wife’s name twice that night. Janet also hummed in satisfaction for much the next day, but was too sore for me not to say her name the next night.
The next month was a blur in hindsight, and a slog at the time… making it a slur, I guess. Or a blog. (No, neither of those work, and are terrible in their own ways.)
It was a blur because nothing happened. Any attention I’d received from Alice had just… stopped. She wasn’t cruel or indifferent. She was sweet. Smart. Hardworking. She was my daughter as I’d remembered her in the weeks following her eighteenth birthday. Any hint of what had transpired for the previous months existed only in my fevered memory. Hallways became bump-free. The bathroom was unoccupied or locked. Butter knives went unfellated.
And it was a slog because… nothing happened. Not that I wanted anything to happen (I told myself, over and over). But there was a certain charge my mind and loins had grown accustomed to over the months, a dangerous shared secret of wicked anticipation. I wasn’t going to initiate anything; that I was sure of, no matter how far I’d fallen as a father. But I couldn’t help but… remember.
Still, a month passed, and I learned to tamp down the erotic memories to the corners of my mind, concluding that all of it was a passing fad of a hormone-soaked teenager.
Until the night of the storm.
All the reports had indicated it was going to be a big one. We weren’t particularly worried; inclement weather hit our area often this time of year. Our old house had stood sturdy through past years, and we were confident that it would do the same.
Still, nature exceeded our expectations. Piecing together what happened afterwards, we must have lost power sometime shortly after midnight.
Alice noticed it first.
Because of the rhythmic wind and rains of nature’s fury, I couldn’t hear her enter our bedroom. I also didn’t see her enter, because it was pitch black. The lack of power meant that any ambient light generated by myriad manifestations of modernity were suddenly absent.
But what I couldn’t see or hear, I could feel. And what I felt was my daughter’s warm, wet lips on my soft, sleeping shaft.
Her small hand covered my mouth to keep me from yelping in surprise.
“It’s time,” Alice whispered. And then she was working her mouth with increasing ardor.
I could hear Janet’s slow not-quite-a-snore breathing mere inches away, but knowing the risk Alice was taking — we were taking — filled me with terror. And excitement. So much excitement.
When my cock was at its straining maximum girth, I felt Alice’s hand on my thigh, as if trying to guide me closer to the edge of the bed. Too far gone to think of any other action, I scooted over.
I felt Alice’s presence above me, straddling my prone form. My exploring hands could sense she was completely naked; her soft milky thighs, tight ass, and lower back betrayed no evidence clothing.
She grabbed my shaft, and I held my breath in anticipation as I sensed she was going to impale herself on me with a quickness.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she rubbed the leaking head of my tumescent bulb across her sopping lips. Up and down, up and down. I could feel her nectar and my precum combining to trickle slightly down my shaft and over her hands. Her grip was firm but not iron, and she allowed the slickness of her palm to massage slightly up and down my shaft, driving me to further heights.
She continued to tease… both of us, I think, encircling her clit with my cockhead in alternating slow, sensual circles and rapid up-and-down flicks against the mouth of her mons. There was no irritation from her public hair because — I could feel — she was shaven completely smooth… a difference from the image I had of her burned in my brain from her bathroom self-play of months ago.
After several long minutes, Alice finally nestled my cock at the fount of her femininity… and pushed. I forced my grunt to stay buried in the back of my throat, where the omnipresent wind and rain might hopefully drown it out.
I think she intended to sink to the balls with her effort. She certainly tried. She was more than wet enough. However, I believe she was far tighter than she realized… or, modesty being what it is, perhaps I was bigger than what she was used to.
Regardless, feeling resistance with me about halfway in, I could feel her hands on my chest as she raised herself up and almost off me. She then sank down again, this time successfully completing the illicit joining of father and daughter as deeply as possible. She let out an annoyed “Nnggh” that I suspect she was trying to keep quiet. Again, the sounds of nature conspired to keep our taboo union as secret as possible.
Alice had no physical signs of virginity, and her own confidence led me to believe she was no virginal stranger to what was happening. It must’ve been Barnes & Noble Cole, the coworker she started dating just after her last birthday, I thought. That guy was always an asshole. I tried to tamp down any jealousy I felt at an unknown “rival” and enjoy the moment.
And that moment was incredibly enjoyable.
In the absolute darkness, we took a moment to drink in our depraved situation. I reached for her hands and held them in mine, my palms swallowing hers. We both chuckled in relief and lust.
She started rocking up and down on my dick in undulating strokes, relishing in my rod reaching every part of her honeyed home. It was taking every ounce of my willpower to keep from exploding inside her, but — as much as every fiber of my being wanted her — I wanted her to be happy first and foremost.
Alice did her part to make that happen.
The marital bed was sturdy but not impervious. Even being as quiet as we were, an unmistakable creak creak creak came from the wooden frame and threatened to betray us. Still, Janet’s rhythmic breathing a foot away revealed no sign of consciousness, and our sounds remained mostly muffled by the thunderstorm outside our walls.
Content to let Alice drive, my hands explored her body like a museum curator wiping a priceless sculpture. I caressed every curve of her shapely feminine ass. I held her tiny waste and almost imagined touching my fingertips together in their narrowness.
Exploring up, I felt her modest but pert breasts swaying and bobbing in unison to her own rhythmic thrusting. My thumbs encircled her straining nipples, and I elicited another annoyed moan from my daughter… who seemed to be struggling as I was to keep herself in check. Sensing the advantage and wanting some revenge for the months of torment she put me through, I pinched and rolled her buds with gentle but insistent motion.
The effect was almost immediate. “Mmmnnnn!” she moaned in pain-tinged pleasure. Her rhythmic gyrations on my body faltered as she adjusted to the new sensations.
But she was a fast learner.
Alice started impaling herself with harder and more-insistent force on my straining cock, paying particular attention to grinding her clit on my pubic bone.
Although I was maintaining an admirably calm demeanor given the sinful circumstances, she obviously lost sight of any secrecy we might have been attempting to keep. Her grunts and groans started rising above the sounds of the storm, her fevered whimpers threatening to overshadow the wailing of the wind.
“Nngghh, nnggghhh, NNGGGHH… ” Alice was getting undeniably wild. I grabbed her hair in twin impromptu pigtails and pulled close to me.
“Good girls need to be quiet,” I whispered, all the while as she continued her kinetic carnality and heavy breathing inches from me.
“G-good d-d-daddies g-give th-their…” She was struggling to find words to whisper amid her ragged breaths as she got closer to her own release. “I’m sorry, daddy. I can’t- I can’t be clever. Oh god. I knew it’d be good, but- but- Oh, god, my head’s on fire…”
“Give in,” I told her through gritted teeth as her ancient rhythm was made anew by our depraved union. “Daddy has you. Cum for me, kitten. Give yourself to daddy.”
And she did.
I could feel the grip in her cunt a split second before her own release, and I was prepared. I clamped my hand over her mouth and nose, and she screamed with full-throated force into my palm. She positioned her head (and my hand covering her) mere inches away from Janet, burying into the remainder of my pillow.
I used my free arm to press her body into mine. Since she had ridden to the precipice of her own release and was no longer consciously moving on my cock, I started thrusting into her as hard as I could from underneath. This caused the wave of sensations to amplify for us both.
“WHHHEERRRRSSSHHH…” came a sudden gust of wind and rain.
“MNNNmmMMNNnmn…” came Alice’s muffled groans.
Her orgasm continued for several long, glorious moments, and her smothered screams spewed unabated into my hand amid the darkness and silence.
Worried that I would cause her to pass out, I waited as long as I could for her own mewling to taper off (if not end completely) before releasing my palm from her face.
Alice started gasping immediately. “Thank-you-oh-thank-you-daddy-so-good-so-good,” she whispered incoherently, struggling to catch her breath.
Every inch of my straining shaft was being massaged by her convulsing cunny, and my own mating motions were taking me to the precipice.
“I… I think I’m going to…” I said to my daughter.
“Y-yes, oh-please-oh-please-oh-please-give-it-to-me-please-oh-please…” she was almost crying.
I was so close. I pressed Alice’s ear against my mouth. “You’re so good…”
“Make me yours, daddy,” she whispered back. “Do it.” I could sense her smiling. “Say any name you want…”
“Oh, Alice,” I strained. “Alice, I’m going-”
“David?” Janet’s groggy voice pierced the darkness with a shock that eclipsed a gunshot.
Alice and I froze. Noooooo… My brain and cockhead moaned in unison.
“David?” she asked again. I could sense her sitting up.
So could Alice, and she hopped off me, the shlick-pop of our disengagement obfuscated by the storm. Alice crouched down by the bed beside me.
Thinking fast, I turned myself away from Janet onto my side, my back to her, as if I were tossing in my sleep. My super-stimulated cock was twitching above the covers and encircled by my fetal form. It was agony.
Several long moments passed. I felt Janet lie back down, and I waited. It was quiet, but there was no sound of snoring.
I’m not sure what Alice was thinking, but I felt her climb into bed beside me, spooning her backside into me. Before I could silently protest, she had positioned and stuffed my still-straining staff into her sopping womb.
I couldn’t think straight. Having gotten as close to the edge as I was and denied release, I only desperately wanted one thing. So, apparently, did Alice, as she used Kegel exercises to kneaded and massaged my manhood.
Several long minutes later, I realized that Janet was not going back to sleep, as my wife’s voice echoed again. “David!”
“Hmm?” I muttered, most definitely not asleep.
“We’ve lost power!” She rubbed my shoulder, trying to get my attention. Of course, most of my attention was going to our teenage daughter, who was guiding my left hand to rub her pert breast and needy nipple.
“Well, I’m… I’m sure it’ll be fine.” I was a large enough guy that I could mostly obfuscate our tiny daughter’s form with my body… but I sure wasn’t David Copperfield making the Statue of Liberty disappear. “It’s not like we can do much. H-hopefully it won’t be so long the food spoils.”
“I’m going to check on Alice,” said Janet, standing up and leaving the bed.
“I’m sure she’s fine…” I said to the darkness, but to no avail. Janet had left the bedroom to go down the hall to — I assume — Alice’s bedroom.
I knew my time was short, so I pulled my still-raging erection out of my daughter’s slippery love tunnel and scooped my hand under her shoulder, half-rolling and flipping her into the middle of my side of the bed. She acquiesced with a surprised giggle-“eep!” as she rolled into place. Half-delusional with lust, I plunged back into her pussy.
“We just have a few seconds,” I said. “Let’s finish this.”
“Oh, daddy! Do i-” she couldn’t complete her thought as I started jackhammering into her in this most-classic missionary position. Not with all my might, since even with the storm and wind that would cause more than enough noise to alert the matriarch. But more than enough to finish.
And I was so close. I knew I was already leaking into Alice’s sopping, clutching, impossibly tight kitty. With each insistent lunge that shook the bed with our lust, I knew I was milliseconds from the point of no return. Just a couple… more… thrus-
“She’s not in her bedroom,” came Janet’s voice, as she plopped back into bed.
I froze… Still quivering-stiff and unsatisfied.
I struggled to keep my breathing under control as I tried to spread my downward-facing body out over the tiny teenager as much as possible, to conceal her from her mother. Even pressing Alice into the mattress as firmly I was, I was a solid six inches taller in bed than I’d normally be while lying on my stomach. I prayed my wife wouldn’t notice. “I… I’m sure she’s fine. Maybe she went to a friend’s.”
“No,” she said, stroking my back. “Her car’s still there.” I could sense Alice shifting her legs further under mine, to keep them away from her mom.
“Well, she’s a big girl. Almost 19. Maybe… maybe someone picked her up.” As I spoke, Alice continued to massage my cock with her kitty. I couldn’t give her any sign to stop… nor am I sure I would have wanted her to.
“Mm,” said Janet noncommittally. “Maybe. I hope it’s not Cole. He’s an asshole.”
Alice snickered at this, her laughter spasmodically pulsing her pussy around my piercing penis. If heaven has an official sensation, that must be it.
I tried to cover for her indiscretion by snickering myself. “Yeah, he is,” I agreed.
After a moment of silence, Janet continued. “Do you think we need to see about getting Alice on birth control?”
“What?” I said, surprised. “W-why?”
It was Janet’s turn to snicker. “Oh, did your parents never tell you?! You see, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much…”
My nervous laughter covered Alice’s own titter, and I said, “Well, I mean… she’s probably already taking care of it.” As I said this, Alice started gently but insistently rocking her hips into mine… hopefully imperceptibly to Janet but mind-blowingly noticeable to me and my rod.
Janet sighed. “She hadn’t as of just over a week ago,” she said. “Her period had just wrapped up — same time as mine — and I broached the subject. She said she’d think about it, but had… quote… ‘something big coming up soon,’ unquote. Whatever that means.”
“Ummm…” I desperately tried to think and recall my biology… or any rational thought, as Alice’s buried gyrations on my cock grew more and more frantic, her mattress motions almost audible above the storm.
“I just worry, you know?” Janet continued to stroke my back. “I mean, as a mom I want her to get married and start a family the right way, but I know that’s maybe not realistic nowadays. Still, I don’t want someone getting her pregnant who doesn’t… doesn’t really love her, y’know?”
Buried beneath my tense, lust-crazed body, Alice was thrusting upward into me with as much might as she could manage during Janet’s speech, somehow perfectly balancing the erotic arts with stealth and noise management amid the rain and wind and darkness.
Janet, oblivious, continued. “If she’s gonna get knocked up thrashing under some hormone-crazed guy, I want someone who’ll be there for her. Someone who’ll make her happy. Who’ll treat her and any baby right. Someone like you.”
It was at that moment that Janet’s words and — especially — Alice’s wanton wiggling pushed me over the edge. I hunched my hips forward and pressed my arms tighter together, fully engulfing Alice. One… two… three… four… five firm blasts of scalding-hot semen belched into our teenager’s tight, fertile womb. Each spasm elicited a squeeze from my daughter’s hand against my arm, as if she could feel each taboo sperm-filled rope splashing against her winking, slurping cervix.
“I mean, not you specifically… OBVIOUSLY,” Janet chuckled, responding to herself. “Der-hey.”
It was taking every iota of willpower to keep from shouting triumphantly to the stars as my prostate pulsed its propagative pudding into my progeny’s desperate pussy.
I wanted nothing more than to scream one name over and over… and I knew she knew it.
However, try as I might to stay silent, I couldn’t help but let out an uncontrollable, “Unnnnggghh…” I hoped it at least sounded like a husband who was being kept awake in the middle of the night.
My wife, seemingly oblivious, continued her stroking of my back, her hand driving down to my butt. “Oh! You’re so tense!” She must have felt my gluteal muscles constricting to drive my dribbling DNA deeper into her daughter.
I scrambled to form coherent words while still remaining firmly lodged in Alice’s purring paradise. “I-it’s just a long night. The storm… worried about Alice…”
“Mmmm…” cooed Janet in a silky voice. “I think I know a way to help you relax…” She started rubbing my ass and lower back with more seductive strokes, which I’m pretty sure coaxed out another hiccup of cum into Alice’s quim.
“Mmm…” I replied back, not exactly feeling a need for any sexual activity myself at this minute (thanks to the realities of male refractory periods), but certainly not wanting to draw attention to that fact… what with my incestuous defilement of our marital bed being about four inches away from her flirtatious fingers.
I turned my head toward her in the darkness. “Tell you what,” I said, thinking fast. “There’s a woman I love with the sweetest little kitty I know, who just happens to be in this bed. If she were to lay back and get comfortable, I know a certain tongue that would love to lap her up.”
“Mmm! I like the sound of that,” she said. I could hear the sound of Janet sliding her panties off and scooching down the bed.
While she did this, I pulled out of Alice. I sensed her tucking her legs up… to keep from making a mess, I gathered. The teenager scooted to the edge of the bed to leave more room for us.
I began to explore my wife’s dewy delights. A lot of guys don’t like eating pussy, but I find it one of the most beautiful things in the world. Being so close and intimate to her feminine core, exploring with my tongue, mouth, and fingers places that no other man is permitted to visit.
And so I did.
Janet had a beautiful body… not just as a 38-year-old, but period. And I felt like a lucky man getting to know her in this way. I inhaled her scent, licked her labia, sucked and nibbled the petals of her still-perfect pussy.
I took my time, and Janet started moaning appreciatively.
As Janet got more and more aroused, I licked her cunny crack, and found it incredibly slippery and wet, with a familiar scent. Probably ovulating, I mused to myself. I inserted one finger all the way to the joint with ease, followed by a second. I began working my digits into her tunnel as I continued teasing and sucking her clit.
“MMmmmmmm… so nice, David…”
After a few minutes, I heard a creak from the bed; it might have been my imagination (the storm was still incessantly loud), but moments later I felt a hand on my back. It was, of course, Alice.
She stroked my head as I orally administered to her mother. I began to curl my fingers deeper into my wife’s twat, finding her sensitive spot, and her moans became louder and more insistent.
“Mmmmngggmmggghhh…” Janet’s breathing started becoming irregular, and I knew she was getting close.
Amid the noise of Janet’s groans and the insistent storm, I felt hot breath against my ear, followed by my daughter’s whisper. “Can I take over, daddy?” she asked.
I pushed my head back in start, and I could feel Alice’s body nudging me out of the way. She whispered into my other ear: “You gave me so much cum, daddy. I want to share with mommy. Don’t mommies deserve to have daddy cum in in their tight kitties, too?”
And then Alice took over my spot.
The reaction from my wife was immediate. “Mmmm… ohhh, that’s different!” said Janet appreciatively. No matter how skilled I might consider myself, I’m guessing a woman’s touch might be more effective.
Over Janet’s increasing ardor, I heard alternating squishes. It wasn’t until the second or third that I was able to piece together what was happening (because the darkness kept my eyes from conveying this). Alice was using her fingers to scoop up dribbling cum from her sopping pussy, and then plunging her semen-cupped fingers to Janet’s depths. This dance continued:
Lick lick lick lick
Schlip-scoop the escaping semen
SCHLORCH-push the cum deep into mom
Lick lick lick lick
Schlip-scoop the escaping semen
SCHLORCH-push the cum deep into mom
Lick lick lick lick
Schlip-scoop the escaping semen
SCHLORCH-push the cum deep into mom
Even though I couldn’t see this, I could hear it, and I knew what it meant. Envisioning my daughter’s darting, desirous tongue on the most-intimate place that literally gave birth to her caused a stirring in my heart, my brain, and… other parts.
And realizing my daughter may be impregnating her own mother drove my fevered thoughts into overdrive. Normally a husband’s sperm in his wife’s vagina isn’t anything too unusual. But this? A teenager using the same sperm that had made her to inseminate her own oblivious mother? This was a new level of perversity.
Alice seemed to sense my imagination, or at least anticipated it, because I felt her tiny hand reach out and start stroking my cock, coaxing it into hardness. Feeling her rub my shaft at the same time she was bringing my wife closer to the precipice of unwitting incestual orgasm caused me to recover like a man decades younger than my 40 years.
My daughter must have run out of cum to stuff in her mother’s receptive womb, but she continued to lap with her tongue and plunge with her fingers. The increase in her tempo and my wife’s amplifying moans rising above the storm told me she was getting close to her own release.
I decided to take a risk. “You’re so hot and wet and tight. Cum for me, love,” I said, just behind Alice. “You’re so beautiful. Cum hard for me, Janet.”
If my wife could take inventory, she’d realized that I couldn’t both be lapping at her sopping pussy and able to talk dirty. I’d hoped she was too far gone to realize and — regardless — I wanted to tell her I loved her.
At any rate, I needn’t have worried. I don’t know if my words or Alice’s actions pushed her over the edge, but her release began when I said “Cum hard” and echoed loud in the darkness.
“Oh-DAVID-Nnnnnnngaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh….”
I could hear springs squeak louder as her bucking hips and thrashing body juddered our marital bed with her orgasm.
During this time my own cockhead must have started leaking, because Alice’s hand occasionally swept around the swollen bulb, spreading my wetness to the rest of its purple tumescence. The effect was exquisite.
Alice maintained her oral affections with her own mother until it was clear she was riding the end of her orgasm. Then she broke away and whispered in my ear: “Make love to mommy. Please, daddy… make love to her like you did when you made me.”
After she did this, I leaned closer to Alice… and kissed her. It was an innocent gesture compared to the lines we’d crossed this evening, but it sent my passion and love even higher. Our tongues gently explored each other with ginger greediness. She moaned into my mouth before breaking away and swatting my ass.
“Honey,” I said aloud, “Do you mind if I…”
“Wh-whatever you want, David.” Her breath was ragged as she recovered. “Please, just take me.”
I pushed Janet’s thighs and legs while saying, “I want to take you from behind.”
My wife hopped with a quickness to fold herself in a familiar position, ass out and waiting. “Make sure you wear something,” she said. “Unless you want another kid running around.”
“Would that be so bad?” I asked, mockingly. “You said I make a good dad…”
“Yeah, for our daughter,” Janet replied in jesting kind. I smiled wickedly in the lightless room, then opened up the side drawer and pulled out a condom.
Alice took the foil package out of my hand and tore it open. Then I felt her position the prophylactic on my cockhead like a little hat… and the sensation immediately thereafter made me realize my daughter deepthroated the latex barrier onto my shaft.
It took focus not to cum at the thought and the feeling.
Alice whispered in her ear when she was done: “Fuck her good, daddy. For me.”
I got in position behind my wife and felt her hand guide me. Then, properly oriented, I pushed in with one stroke into her soaked tunnel.
I gripped her thighs as I started plunging deep into Janet. Her cunny made obscene squart noises as her wetness made my entry incredibly slick and fast. Still, she was unbelievably tight; Alice hadn’t stretched her much with her fingers, and I felt myself bottoming out with each stroke.
“Nnngh!” Janet jolted in appreciation, and I picked up the pace.
I’m not a back-and-forth only sex guy, and even in my heightened arousal this was no exception. I alternated between soft and hard, fast and slow, straight in-and-out and sensual rotations.
Based on her moans I was driving Janet crazy. I could also hear how I was churning the cum that Alice had stuffed into her; with each lurid lunge I pushed my semen deeper into her most-private recesses.
Of course, Alice decided to escalate things herself. I felt her hand touch mine briefly before it left to explore her mother’s beautiful behind. A few moments later, I felt Alice’s fingers near my laboring cock. Then they were gone. Moments later I sensed what Alice must have been doing:
Getting her own saliva.
She used it to press against my wife’s anus as I was thrusting into her twat, encircling it and teasing the rosebud with her fingertips. Then she slowly started pushing, then withdrawing, pushing then withdrawing… getting more spit as needed.
After a couple of minutes, the taboo teenager had one finger buried in her mother’s ass, followed shortly by another.
Her mother’s reaction was immediate. “Ohhhh!!” she squealed in delight.
I could feel Alice’s fingers pressing down on my plunging cock against the thin wall that divided my wife’s holes. The extra pressure of her digits made Janet’s already tight tunnel even more narrow, and knowing it was our own daughter who was providing extra stimulation to us both just drove me to greater heights of passion.
Based on her reactions, was reaching new heights herself. “Oh-oh-oh, David ngh, you’re so wild tonight… I love it!” she said.
I felt a tingle in my core. “I’m getting close,” I muttered in the dark, as the rhythm of the storm provided its own primal counterpoint to our carnal union.
“Yes-yes-yes-please-David…” I could sense that Janet was near another orgasm herself.
“I just… fuck, you’re so sexy, Janet. I love you. No matter what, I love you.” I kept rocking my rod with incessant need into her from behind. “You’re so beautiful and smart. You…” I was nearing my brain’s point of no return. “You’re an amazing wife. You’re a wonderful m-mother. You’ve given so much to us, to-to-to the house, to me.” I swallowed, still thrusting as hard and deep as I could. “You gave me your heart… your soul… you gave… you gave… you gave me…” And then I exploded. “ALICE! Nnggggh!!! Fuck fuck FUCK Alice Alice Alice ohhhhh FUCK ALICE…”
As I said this last bit, Alice’s other hand had found my balls and was squeezing them in gentle insistence, each pulse I shot into the condom registered in her tiny palm.
All of this stimulation pushed Janet over the edge, too. “YESSSSS!!!” she hissed as I plunged in her one last time and rode my pulsing orgasm. “Nggggghhhhhhhhh… so-good-so-good-nnnggghhh… ”
Coming down off my orgasm, I leaned forward and whispered to Janet, “Thank you for giving me Alice.”
“Thank you for having her with me,” she muttered into her pillow, sounding satisfied but exhausted.
After two mind-blowing orgasms in less than an hour, I could feel myself softening fairly quickly, and I gripped the base of my condom-covered cock and withdrew from my wife’s still-twitching tunnel.
The prophylactic was intact, I could tell. I could also immediately feel Alice’s mouth on my softening member, taking the swollen balloon in her mouth and sucking while slowly sliding the elastic ring off the end of my cock. Within moments, it was gone, and my daughter gave my rod another appreciative swallow and cleaning before kissing it gently.
And then I’m pretty sure she disappeared herself from her parents’ bedroom.
I cuddled with Janet afterwards, lying beside her and stroking her hair. “So good… so good,” one of us muttered. Or maybe both.
After a few minutes of our breath returning to normal, Janet broke the silence. “I’m feeling extra sticky,” she said. “I’m going to take a shower. This’ll be a challenge in the dark, but at least we’re on gas, so there’ll be hot water.”
“Have fun,” I smiled (not that she could see it). “I’ll be waiting.”
Once she started the shower, I left the bedroom in search of my daughter. I went to her bedroom.
“Alice?” I said in the dark.
“Yes, daddy?” she replied to me in the doorway.
“I… I love you. No matter what. Forever.”
“I know. I love you, too, daddy. Forever and beyond.”
Her breath was still a bit ragged, and I realized it’d been a long day. I cleared my throat. “A month ago, you said we were all going to cum twice. I’m… I’m sorry I doubted you.”
“It’s… it’s okay, d-daddy.” Her emotion sounded strained. I resisted the urge to go to her bed, lest I initiate something I didn’t feel I had the power to stop.
“Although…” I chuckled, “I think you weren’t entirely right, because I’m pretty sure you didn’t cum twice. (Sorry about that.)”
“M-mmm-hmmm?” She swallowed, sounding apprehensive.
“I… I’m not getting any closer because I’m afraid if I touch you again, I won’t stop touching you.”
“You… you can keep touching me, d-daddy…”
“I know, sweetheart. And I probably will. I know that now. But not tonight? Your mom’s in the shower.”
“It’s okay… I still love you… I still want you… please, daddy…”
“I know. But it’s jus–” I paused, realizing what I was hearing wasn’t postcoital emotion, but a more-familiar sound… one very similar to what I’d heard in her bathroom, months ago.
And then, with a thunderclap, the lights came on.
With my wife — her mother — taking a shower in the other room, our teenager was lying in bed, masturbating furiously with her free hand. The used condom was stuffed mouth-end into her voracious vagina, and she was squeezing its contents into her well-used cunny. She looked me in my flabbergasted eyes at the exact moment she exploded into howling orgasm.
And then the lights went out again.
“Daaaadyyyyyy!” As the water rained down mere feet away, my daughter’s insistent voice came in the darkness.
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