Welcome Home
It was a pretty typical autumn day at my home in Massachusetts. Summer was drawing to a close and even though the days were warm, the nights were cold. I was hurrying to get the last bit of yard work done before those cold nights turned to cold days and eventually snow. Our house was sitting on just shy of two acres of land and I had spent most of that day clearing the back of our lot for firewood. I heard my wife driving up our long driveway and decided to call it quits; I left what I was doing and went to greet her home.
We had been together since our twenties, when we lived down south, and were still very much in love. Back then I had a steady job as a firefighter that supported the two of us as she went to med school. After school she got a job offer in Massachusetts that we couldn't pass up, so we packed up and moved north. I still miss the fire department, but once we got settled I stayed away from regular work in lieu of raising our daughter and maintaining the house. A lot of guys I know wouldn't have liked it, but I enjoyed the chance to spend more time with my family and we wanted for nothing.
"Hey babe," I grabbed Emily firmly by the waist and gave her a kiss as she walked up our driveway. "How was work?" I held her in front of me, pulling her hips into mine while she put her arm around my neck, holding her briefcase.
As I looked into her eyes I couldn't help but think to myself how beautiful she is. I held her slender body close and took in the smell of her jet black hair. I nibbled at her neck, causing her toned body to bristle with resistance. I went in for another kiss, this time slipping my tongue between her soft lips. I pulled her tighter and felt her ample breasts press against me.
"Great!" she replied, finally breaking my kiss with a lick of her lips. She arched her back and looked up, pulling her chest away but leaving her hips locked to mine. I moved one hand from her petite waist to grab her firm ass. My large frame enveloped her and I very easily wrapped my muscular arms around her while massaging her ass.
"We had a pretty busy day surveying different hospitals' reporting procedures for suspected viral outbreaks. I got lunch with Jennifer around 1 and then wrapped up a few more things at the office before coming home."
"Sounds very busy indeed," I replied, "let's get inside and get some dinner, eh?" I gave Em one last squeeze on the butt for which I got a brisk but playful slap on the chest. As we walked inside I watched her ass sway back and forth—at 39 she still has an amazing teardrop ass.
Em caught me eying her butt and gave the air between us a quick swat to tell me to stop. It didn't deter me in the slightest and I sped up to harass her as we continued on into the kitchen. Our daughter, Stacey, was sitting quietly at our dinner table playing on her phone when her mother and I walked in. She paid us no mind and I continued to covertly attempt to grope my wife's ass while she playfully batted me away.
Stacey is a pretty reserved girl; she very much reminds me of her mom when she was younger—hard working, athletic and petite; she does very well in school despite having my poor study habits and plays midfield for her field hockey team. Stacey is tiny, even compared to her mom, but anything she lacks in presence she makes up for in speed—she clocked a 4.3 second 40 at her last practice making her the only freshman on her collegiate team. At this moment she seemed entranced by her phone—most likely trying to coordinate plans for the upcoming weekend.
"Hey Stace," Em called, suppressing a laugh as I caught her ass again.
"Hey Mom," Stacey replied, not looking up from her phone.
"How's your homework coming sweetie?"
"It's done."
"Already? Very impressive. Let me see it."
"Mo-om..."
"Don't "mo-om" me, I suggest you go double check and make sure that homework is actually done."
Stacey kept chugging away at her phone without looking up. I glanced over and noticed she was wearing her favorite shirt, a red "Flash" tee that hugged her perky C-cups. Even I had to admit that she had some impressive breasts, especially for a girl her size.
"That means now Stace. I want to see your homework after dinner," Emily continued.
With an exasperated sigh Stacey pushed away from the table and headed upstairs. My gaze trailed down and I saw she was wearing a pair of her varsity pt shorts, also a bit on the small side, hugging her teenage butt quite nicely.
"Dinner's ready in 30!" I called after her. Truthfully it was ready then, but I had other ideas about how to kill 30 minutes. Turning back to Emily I saw she had set down her briefcase and was taking her shoes off. I went to the cabinet and poured her a glass of red wine. Gently swirling the glass, I set it down in front of her and moved behind to begin massaging her neck.
"You're tense babe." I slowly worked circles into her shoulders while also giving her a slight stretch.
Emily gave a slight moan of agreement. I leaned over and kissed her neck while tracing my hands to the front of her blouse. She turned to kiss me as I unbuttoned her top and began massaging her pecs. Reaching my fingers into her bra, I gave her nipples a couple of soft rubs before slowly retreating to her back. Emily smiled and started to stand so I cupped my hands under her arms to assist her to her feet. She tried to turn around but I pulled her into my body and hugged her into place.
"Oh it's like that?" Emily giggled.
I kissed her and started moving my hands to her skirt, unclasping it swiftly and continuing my hands into her panties.
"No no, bad boy! Let's go upstairs."
"Stace is upstairs," I kept working my hands down to her pussy and could feel she was already wet with anticipation. "Besides, feels to me like you're ready now."
Emily tried to pull away but I bent her over the dining table and pressed her chest down with a soft crash. Keeping one hand on her back while she wiggled and giggled, I used the other to reach under her skirt; I pulled her panties down to her ankles and flipped her skirt up to reveal her gorgeously bare pussy. I pressed the growing lump in my pants into her mound, framed perfectly by her exposed ass.
"Jack—not here..." Emily's plead trailed off as she backed harder into my hips. Reaching behind she started to undo my belt—a task I eagerly helped her with—and freed my cock from my pants. She began stroking my cock, already swollen to its full nine inches, and a small dribble of precum oozed from my shaft. Emily lined my tip up with her slit and pushed back, but couldn't get me inside just yet. My head ran slick with her juice as I held her at bay and leaned forward, nibbling her ear, our signal for her to turn around and kiss me.
As she turned her torso I clutched her throat and craned her neck back further, bringing her tiny mouth to mine. I rolled my tongue around hers, exploring every corner of her mouth while her tongue danced playfully around mine. As we kissed she continued squirming back, attempting to envelope my cock. I continued to tease her, keeping my tip just barely pressing onto her swollen pussy. Occasionally I'd let my tip part her lips but then withdrew immediately. I could feel her juices beginning to drip onto the floor. I began sawing my log between her legs, using my shaft to stroke her slit. I let her linger in anticipation for a few more moments while we kissed, until I could feel her hips flinching with each stroke.
I pressed my tip between her lips once more, this time allowing her hungry pussy to swallow my cock. Emily let out a soft moan as my engorged shaft slipped effortlessly inside her tight pussy. I advanced slowly; gliding my cock another two or three inches until I felt her pushing back—I stopped her backwards motion and slowly retreated.
"Ummph!" Emily grunted in frustration, bucking her hips backwards. As I withdrew I felt her aching pussy contracting around my head begging it not to go. I picked that moment to plunge deep into her and within moments I was filling her petite body with my huge cock.
"Aeii!" Emily's girlish yelp was followed by a muffled laugh, "you fucking tease!"
I reached under her blouse and unclasped her bra before tugging it down, exposing her lovely breasts.
"Hey, no n—"
Cutting her off with a sudden thrust, I methodically began pumping into her. I slid the full length of my shaft in and out, massaging her pussy; a slow steady withdrawal—a sudden forceful penetration.
"Mmph." Emily bit her lip and laid her head back down on the table.
Like a locomotive building steam I kept pumping her from behind, Emily's skirt flapping around her ass with each thrust. I lubed my fingers with her juice grabbed at her closest breast. Her perky breasts weren't huge, but a definite handful. I began rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, taking the time to feel every bump on her slick areola while my penis felt every contour in her tight pussy. I moved my hand from her back to clench her ass as I continued massaging her with my cock. After several minutes of controlling the tempo I could feel her rocking back slightly before my thrust.
I let this continue for a minute or so before slamming her one last time as deep as I could. With my shaft buried as deep as I could reach, I flexed my pelvic muscles to move my cock the tiniest bit. Emily let out a deep moan and savored my cock as it wriggled inside of her.
Just then I grabbed a first full of hair and roughly jerked her to the left while keeping her impaled on my shaft. Her briefcase flew from the table and scattered papers on to the floor. I stamped her head down on the closest chair and used my extra leverage to begin railing her in earnest; my tempo increased to a steady pounding; a faint slushing sound could be heard as I plunged into my gorgeous wife. I kept pounding faster, pulling her hips into mine as I thrust forward. Emily cupped her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut, bucking against me as I continued to plow into her.
At that moment I caught movement from the corner of my eye. Looking up I saw Stacey, laid back on the stairs, her blue shorts around one ankle while she furiously rubbed her clit and watched me rail my wife.
I froze.
Impaled deep inside my wife, I stopped. For a moment I didn't know what to do. Should I say something? I felt my dick throbbing against Emily's pussy.
"Ugggghmmm," Em groaned.
I clutched her hair again and yanked her head off the chair. She arched her back and I immediately began pounding her again. Emily groped behind, feeling for my waist. Her mouth was frozen open, eyes shut, attempting to let out a groan or a gasp but unable to find the air. Continuing to hold her hair with one hand, I grabbed her hand with my other and groped her breast with it.
Looking up again I could see that—while I saw Stacey, and she us—I was looking at a reflection. She didn't know she'd been caught.
"UGHH," Emily moaned as she found her breath with a shudder.
I let go of her hair and cupped her mouth, bringing her back against my chest. I moved my other hand to her clit and began stroking her in sync with my pumping. Emily kept clutching her breast and began rocking on her tip toes, each thrust pushing her off the ground momentarily. She arched her back, letting me hit her g-spot as I penetrated deep inside her. I was pumping into her petite body at a maddening pace and could feel her pussy contracting around my shaft; I felt my balls tightening with an impending release and I clutched her mouth harder, muffling her screams as I railed her.
"Eemmph," came a faint yelp from the stairs. I turned to see Stacey clamp her legs tight around one hand while silencing her mouth with the other. I watched her reflection as her nubile body shuddered with a familiar release.
Emil's pussy continued milking my cock as she screamed into my hand. I felt each of her velvety spasms with ecstasy.
"Fuu..." I let out as I slammed Em onto my shaft one last time. I lowered my mouth to her shoulder and bit hard into her soft skin. I pressed her tiny body down on my cock as far as she would go; she desperately tried to clamp her legs shut as I pumped thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. She buried her ass against my hips as wave after wave of cum unloaded inside of her; she shuddered again with another rolling orgasm. I could feel her pussy milking me dry and I pressed into her until I was weak.
We stood there for what seemed like ages, in a cool sweat and oozing with our intermingled fluids. My mouth was still sunk into her shoulder; my hand cupping hers, cupping her breast; her hair matted to her head, blouse disheveled and skirt crooked; her bra was somehow trapped around one arm with her breasts hanging out. We slowly began kissing.
After a long while I lifted my wife to let my softening member withdraw and turned her body towards mine. Caressing her breasts as we kissed, I slowly massaged her mouth with my tongue until we both drew a deep sigh. We stood holding each other another minute or two before a final peck on the lips signaled the hurry to get clean. As we cleaned up I noticed Stacey had retreated upstairs.
"Dinner time!" I called out once Em and I were reasonably decent.
Quarterback Sneak
Stacey came down for dinner in her same flash tee but had changed into some flannel pajama bottoms. On closer inspection I could tell she had removed her bra—her eighteen year old titties were punctuated by tiny nipples pushing tents into her shirt. Her raven black hair was now in a sloppy bun and her bottoms clung to her ass. I stared at the fabric stretched taut over her tiny labia as she approached; after she passed I took in the outline of her lush butt. I allowed my eyes to linger over her body longer than usual; I noticed my sweet girl as a beautiful woman for the first time.
After visually ravaging her petite body, my eyes rose to her cute face—a mirror image of her mom when we met. Stacey's perfect skin glowed with a soft look of satisfaction. She seemed cheerful and beamed a smile from her pert mouth. She bounced down the hall and plopped her school work onto the table. Stacey took her seat for dinner next to Em and started chatting about field hockey and school.
I brought out the Sheppard's pie I had made that afternoon and set it on the table. As we ate and continued talking I noticed Stacey seemed to be staring at her mother's breasts. Every so often Em would shoot me a glance; I suppose she noticed too. I mulled this over in my mind and considered some way to bring it up, but decided against it. For the rest of dinner I occupied myself with covertly playing footsie with Emily, who was now shooting me the "behave" look while Stacey wasn't watching.
After cleaning up the three of us moved to the TV room to enjoy ice cream and watch Monday Night Football, Pats vs. Giants. Em and I cuddled up under a fleece blanket on the couch; Stacey curled into the love seat adjacent to us.
Under the blanket I returned to my usual antics, stealthily slipping my hands into Emily's panties as she lay supine on my chest. It was a strategic game of groping her in a manner that her reaction would be more telling than mine.
Emily silently resisted at first, trying to shift her legs or guard her breasts, but my persistence won out. I cupped her mound with my palm and Emily let out a sigh of resignation as I discretely held my trophy. Looking up I saw that Stacey was busy on her phone, either unaware of Em and me, or pretending to be. I kissed Emily gingerly on her neck and slowly rubbed my middle finger up and down her slit while keeping her labia cupped with my hand. After several minutes of this, when she had become slick, I stopped rubbing and slipped my middle finger into her wet pussy.
Emily let out a gasp that betrayed our actions. Stacey looked over to investigate only to be met with Em and me staring even more intently at the game. I held my finger inside my wife's wet pussy under my daughters prying eyes for quite some time; once everyone was focused back on the game I began fucking Emily with my finger. Slowly and silently I rocked in and out, savoring the slurping suction on my finger. Occasionally I paused to massage her spongy g-spot. Soon the slow stroke had become a steady pulsing and I could feel my cock swelling against my wife's back. Em was now rocking her hips, ever so slightly, to the rhythm of my stroke.
Emily stealthily reached behind her and freed my cock, allowing it press into her back. With precum oozing onto my wife I knew it was time to make a move. I tapped Emily on the shoulder:
"Sit up babe." I said loud enough for Stacey to hear. I withdrew my wet finger and we sat up in unison; I moved my legs as if they had been falling asleep. Emily held the blanket close to keep us covered—
"That's better," I pushed Emily up slightly, allowing my dick to fall between her ass cheeks, then patted the small of her back to signal her to sit back down.
As Emily sat, I made sure my rock hard cock was sticking straight up. With my free hand I tugged her panties to the side just in time to impale her on my shaft. My cock slipped seamlessly into her wet pussy.
"Aeih!" Emily yelped in shock, quickly trying to stand back up and off my cock.
I quickly grabbed her hips and slammed her back down my rod.
"Uhhhumm!" she moaned again. Stacey turned to us, openly bewildered.
"Sorry babe, let me move my foot again." I quickly called out, picking Emily up and thrusting her back down on my shaft.
"Mmph-kay" came her muffled response as I railed into her.
She tried to stand again—and again I sat her onto my throbbing cock, burying it deep inside of her.
"Careful babe, I'm sitting here." I pushed her up again as if to reposition one last time and just as she thought she could stand—
"There!" I thrust her onto me one last time. "Now let's watch the game," I smiled at her, my cock ready to explode with our daughter only a few feet away.
Emily started to turn around—obviously angry. As she twisted her torso my cock rotated inside of her, massaging her pussy, momentarily turning her brow from anger to pleasure.
"Love you," I gave her a quick peck on the lips and simultaneously slipped my hand to her cooch, still under the blanket. Emily grabbed at my hand to stop me but I was already in place. I looked over at Stacey to catch her enthralled stare; her supple teen body was frozen in place, jaw agape with nipples like tent poles in her red shirt.
"I guess we need a bigger couch," I commented before turning back to the game.
I started massaging my wife's clit and savored the feeling of her pussy contracting around my cock. I felt her juices running down my shaft and onto the couch. She began squeezing her pussy rhythmically to match my strokes, keeping every other muscle in her body tense to avoid the urge to bounce on my cock in front of our daughter. Her breathing was getting deeper and I could feel my own pleasure beginning to crescendo again.
There we sat, motionless save our imperceptible pulsing as we masturbated each other a few feet from our daughter.
Our rhythm was broken by a large stretch and yawn from Stacey.
"I'm going to turn in I think. Pats have this one in the bag." Stacey got up and began to gather her blanket to take upstairs. We both froze.Ok hun," I replied for the both of us, "Come give us a kiss."
Emily shot me a severe look, as if I had just sealed our fate. We would certainly be caught now. I let my fingers go back to work soothing Emily's clit. She responded by attempting to writhe away.
Stacey walked over to our side and leaned down to kiss Em. After a quick peck on the cheek she moved up to me, letting her braless boobs flop into Em's face; I gave Em's clit another gentle roll and she moaned into her daughter's breasts. Stacey pressed her boobs further into Emily's face as she kissed me on the lips. After kissing for a bit too long Stacey deftly slipped her tongue into my mouth. I reached up and caressed her chin; Stacey withdrew and tongued my thumb, gently sucking on it for a moment before standing back up. Stacey pulled her boobs out of Emily's face, allowing her to see again.
Now I sat bewildered. My mind reeled as my cock throbbed deep inside Emily, having just been frenched by our stunning daughter.
"Night!" Stacey called.
Stacey's ass wiggled gingerly as her footsteps faded upstairs. Emily snapped her head to look at me—
"What was that, Jack!?" Emily demanded.
"Calm down babe," With my best poker face I wondered what Emily saw.
"Why'd you call her over here?"
"We always kiss goodnight. It'd be more suspicious if I hadn't!" I leaned down to kiss Emily, who immediately pulled away.
"No!" Emily commanded as she started to stand up. I slammed her right back onto my shaft. Emily's frustration at not being able to unseat herself began to show.
"Unh! J-Jack... you're twisted," Emily stammered as I slid her up and down my cock several more times.
"Uh huh. And you love me."
"I do. But you're in time out."
Emily twisted to the right to get her feet on the floor but I caught her ankle and kept spinning her until she had done a 180 and was straddling me. A wave of pleasure rippled down her face.
"No..." she meekly called out while leaning over and resting her forehead on mine.
I lifted her hips slightly; holding her in place I began pumping up into her. My cock was soaked in her juices and making loud sloshing sounds with each stroke. I could feel her using her legs to bounce herself now; I let her take over the pace and used my free hands to roughly grab her breasts and rub her clit. Within a few minutes I felt her pussy contracting around my cock again; the extra pressure sent me over the top, erupting a large load deep into her womb. Emily shuddered and collapsed, letting out a visceral moan. I slowed the rhythm, gradually milking the last bits of cum into my wife.
"Bad Jack," she whispered.
We laid there in an exhausted heap, slowly drifting to sleep until awoken by the post game show.
"Love you."
"Love you too."
"Let's go to bed."
"Mm-hmm."
Stacey's Gambit
Our old Victorian home sits upon a small hill and clearing looking over the driveway and yard. Over the last few years I've renovated most of the house. Three stories plus an attic is a lot for a family of three, but we love the charm of the house and have enjoyed fixing it up as time goes on.
Emily headed for the stairs and I did a circle around the first floor to ensure everything was buttoned up. I turned off the TV and set the night light to the kitchen; the basement and garage doors were locked; I walked through the dining room and den and then back to the front foyer where I could see the TV room. Satisfied we were secure I locked the deadbolt and headed upstairs.
I got to the second floor landing and scanned around briefly. The stairs opened into a large room sectioned off by a bar, pool table, arcade games and dart board. To the right we had a study and library that could be turned into overflow rooms for parties. Nothing seemed out of place so I continued upstairs.
As I got to the third floor I could see Stacey had left her door cracked; I looked toward my bedroom and could hear Emily in the shower. Turning back towards Stacey's room I crept over to the door and peered in.
I could only see her shadow from the bathroom. I heard the swishing of her brushing her teeth and paused for a moment, staring blankly into her room as I mulled the evening over—her skimpy shorts, tight shirts... tonguing me while I laid under my wife and masturbating on the stairs.
I snapped to when I saw her shadow as it led her body back into the room. I took a soft step back into the comfort of the dark hall before I let out a gasp.
My little girl was topless; her breasts were beautiful.
Her perfect teenage boobs jiggled as she moved around the room—still brushing her teeth. I watched her body as she basked in the yellow glow from the bathroom. Her tits were enormous on her tiny frame, each one a perky melon begging to be suckled. Her brown nipples were rock hard little buttons that looked absolutely delicious. I felt my cock swelling again; I haven't seen my baby nude since I was changing her diapers; I knew Stace was a beautiful young lady, but I never saw her as a teenage bombshell—until now.
She disappeared into the bathroom again; I strained my eyes and ears to the doorway; I heard her spit and rinse and slam her cabinet shut.
I immediately snapped back to attention—what was I doing? Spying on my own daughter?
Feeling the bulge in my pants I moved away from the door and headed to my room. I can't believe I was allowing myself to lust after my daughter—my pride and joy, my baby girl. I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind and entered my room.
Em was standing at the edge of the bed nearest me with her back towards me, drying her hair. The nightstand lamp was still lit and I could see she was in her teal babydoll; the fabric hugged her torso beautifully before flowing loosely down her slender body and bowing out at her ass.
I crept in and quietly shut the door behind me. She didn't seem weary of my presence so I continued sneaking until she was within arm's reach; Looming over her, I paused.
I tackled her to the bed and pinned her face into the comforter. I pressed my covered cock into her delicious ass and slid my body up until I was breathing against her cheek; her hair was still wrapped in her towel when I began nibbling and French kissing her ear, exploring her every inch of her face with my tongue.
Emily giggled and flinched at the playful tickling. She shrugged against me to stop but kept her hands willfully at her sides.
"Love you," I whispered softly, as I continued showering her face in kisses.
"Love you too," she replied into the mattress.
I traced my lips down her neck, pausing to nibble again at her soft skin; God I loved her skin. I withdrew my cock from against her butt as I continued down her back; I framed her waist with my hands and pressed down, rocking her hips up, pushing her ass into my face.
I took a deep breath and savored the smell of her pussy mixed with the faint aroma of her lavender body wash. I slowly began kissing her panty covered pussy—each kiss getting longer and longer until I was frenching her clothed box.
Emily was breathing deeply now, her chest heaving into the mattress as her ass stuck straight up in the air. I pulled her panties down to her knees; I was eye level with her gorgeously waxed pussy. I spread her ass cheeks and brought her within inches of my face. She was slick with anticipation; I resumed slowly kissing her slit with an occasional lick to savor her taste.
Emily pressed back into my face and I began hungrily devouring her soaking wet pussy. With loud slurping and slushing I licked her lips and dribbled her juices. I plunged my tongue as deep as it could go and massaged her clit with my thumb; I loudly slurped her nectar before sloshing and swallowing, still stroking her towards orgasm.
I began tongue fucking her box, allowing thick contrails of squirt and saliva to sag from her cooch. I savored her taste; I pushed my tongue ever deeper and felt her pussy spasm around my face. Emily attempted to slam her legs shut but I pressed into her deeper; I reached around and pulled her hood back to stroke her clit directly.
Emily continued squirming as her orgasms began to roll over her body like tidal waves against the shore. After an eternity of writhing pleasure she began squirting; I hungrily slurped up her quim and let some dribble down my chin.
Emily screamed into the comforter—a cry of ecstasy punctuated with a visceral grunt.
She collapsed to the bed.
I stayed in place for a moment before slowing withdrawing, gently cleaning her with my tongue as I wound down.
"Oh my God Jack," Emily cooed with a smile as she rolled over.
I gave her one last lick from ass to clit before moving up to kiss her.
We held that kiss for a long time, taking an eternity to explore each other's mouths with our tongues. Emily would occasionally suck my tongue in and roll hers around it, fucking it like a small shaft.
I slipped her babydoll straps off to expose her lovely breasts; I broke our kiss to begin working my tongue around her nipples. I caressed each one, alternating my tongue play clockwise and counter-clockwise in predictable patterns.
As I continued to worship her breasts, Emily reached down and sprang my erection from my pajamas. She pulled her hips close to mine, allowing each breast one last nibble before sliding herself down and lining up with my throbbing tip.
Emily spread her legs wide and I let her softly glide my cock into her slit, taking the time to feel the contours of her pussy as my shaft parted her lips.
"Mmph!" she gasped.
I buried my cock to the base and held it there; I watched her eyebrows crinkle as I pressed her into the mattress. I moved my hands to her hips and held her down; she was now helpless against the teasing to follow.
I began to withdraw from her heavenly cunt; Em dug her fingers into my butt in protest as I backed out. At last, when I was all but out, I allowed her to pull me back in; I savored each inch again and again as I slid in and out of her pussy at an agonizing pace.
After what seemed to be an eternity of coating myself in her juices, I withdrew one last time; I pushed her legs down and straddled her chest, resting the tip of my cock on her lips. I made sure her arms were pinned below my shins—
"That ok?"
"Mmmhmm," Emily nodded as she puckered her lips and kissed the underside of my head; she was helplessly pinned below me. She finished her kiss with a tickle from her tongue causing my cock to spasm.
I craned up on the bed and positioned my rod perpendicular to her tiny lips; I gently pushed in and entered her gorgeously warm mouth. She licked her fluids from my cock as I continued to press in; I felt her relaxing to adjust to my girth.
I stopped.
Emily looked up lovingly while I let my cock settle. She continued sloshing my shaft before finally taking a deep breath and sticking her tongue out under my cock.
I supported her neck as she arched it back and closed her eyes.
With my cue I sank past her soft palate; I took in every twinge and allowed the warm sensation of filling my wife's throat to seep in. I pulled out slightly to allow Em to take another breath before pressing back in; I gently caressed her jaw, from ear to chin to lips. She looked up at me patiently as I held my cock in place even longer.
Pulling back once more to let her breathe, I shifted my weight up; as I moved a small ray of light caught my eye. I looked in that direction and saw the night light from the hall—my door was cracked open!
I reflexively sank my cock deep into Em's warm throat; she closed her eyes and gagged—but took it—I reeled towards the light.
I stared back at the door trying to discern a figure: nothing.
Looking down I saw Em's eyes were slammed shut and beginning to tear. I withdrew again and gave her several seconds of air. Reaching over I turned off the nightstand lamp and returned my attention to my wife. I could feel Em's eyes on me, waiting.
I lingered there for another few seconds, feeling the stillness of the air in our room, waiting patiently. I tried with all my might to sense anything wrong, but couldn't. After ages of holding my cock in my wife's loving mouth I was satisfied we were still alone.
I grasped her chin and hair and began rocking into her petite mouth. As I kept her head still I picked up the tempo—changing my incursion from a soft plunge to a deep plow.
I let her arms go free so I could ratchet up for better position and continued pumping my wife's beautiful mouth; each thrust closed her eyes tighter as she let out a desperate gurgle. Her tiny lips wrapped around my shaft; my cock throbbed against her soft palate.
My eyes were now fully adjusted to the dimmer light; from my position I could see her expanding her throat with each thrust, taking me all the way. My cock was pulsing.
Moving still faster I closed my eyes and savored the feel of her slippery throat against my tip. I felt the texture of her tongue on my shaft, her hot saliva dousing my cock. I felt my release coming—still faster—I listened to her soft and frantic gurgling; a shockwave of sedate pleasure overwhelmed me; I let out a shudder and fell over, pressing my wife's face to my shaft.
I gushed my love deep into her throat—Em franticly grabbed at my hips as wave after wave of thick cum spurted into her mouth and coated her throat. Still pumping into her mouth I froze—
KNOCK KNOCK!
"Mom? Dad?"
Oh my god! This can't be happening! My thoughts rang in my head as my cock was still enveloped by my wife's delicious mouth. I fell backwards out of my wife and into our covers. A few drops of cum and spit spurted across the bed; I pulled the comforter tight over my body and snapped towards the door while it crept open.
Stacey poked her head in.
"Mom? I can't sleep," Stacey called out.
Emily and I were a total wreck; we emanated sex that permeated our bed. My pants were still around my knees and Emily's breasts were still out. We both scrambled to look sleepy and understanding. I looked at Em—she was struggling to swallow my massive load and dribbling cum onto her chin.
Back at the door I could just make out Stacey's figure—a bluish silhouette against a black backdrop; I turned on the nightstand and refocused.
Stacey was wearing a sheer pink nightgown. I could easily make out her rock hard nipples—large mauve circles under her silk dress. She began strutting towards us in a long arc ending at the foot of the bed. As she drew closer, it was apparent she was wearing a tiny pink thong under her sheer nightgown—so tiny it hugged her labia into two small lumps. I blinked several times to ensure this teenage vixen was real—
"Can I sleep with you?" Stacey pleaded.
I looked towards Emily who was still attempting to clear her cum coated throat. I kept eye contact with my wife:
"Sure babe?" I heard someone calling out. Emily's eyes grew wide with confusion.
"Jay—" Emily called out, not able to complete her thought.
Stacey sank into the bed and crawled on all fours towards us. Her sheer nightgown drooped, exposing the curves of her melons. She kept her pretty blue eyes fixated on mine while I scrambled to discretely pull up my PJs. Stacey reached us at the pillows and stopped.
"Thanks. Love you so much," She whispered to us both as she kept my eyes locked.
Emily shot me a glare as Stacey curled herself under the comforter between Em and I. Stace wedged herself in until she was snuggled up between us with an arm around Em. I had to wonder if Em got her blouse up...
I took in Stacey's majestic curves once more—her soft cheek that traced to her neck and down her slender body to her toned arms; the rest of her body was hidden beneath the blanket. Her plump ass backed into my crotch; her toned legs wrapped my own.
Reaching behind myself to the lamp I turned it off once more.
After a long while, with Stace still cuddled against her mom, I whispered into the dark.
"Em?" I called out on eggshells.
"Yeah," she lofted back.
"She asleep?"
"Yeah."
"I'm so sorry babe. I panicked when I heard her knock."
"Me too. It's ok."
"That was awesome babe."
"For both of us."
"Good."
"Hun?"
"Yeah?"
"Stacey's hand is on my boob."
I paused while that last bit sank in. Stacey was doing what? I turned towards my beautiful girls; I was now spooning Stacey. I reached towards her arm and let my thumb trace down her shoulder. Her soft skin lead to her hand; my hand soon enveloped Stacey's on top of Em's bare breast.
"Uh... yeah... it is..." I meekly replied
My cock was growing once again. I could feel it beginning to press into Stacey.
"Do you think she saw us?" I continued.
"I'm not sure... I was a bit preoccupied."
I pulled against Stacey's hand harder, bringing her and Emily into me; I pressed my cock into Stacey's tiny nightgown and curled us into one ball. My muscular frame easily wrapped around both my daughter and wife; I silently went to work rubbing Em's breasts with Stacey's hand.
"Stop it," Emily flinched.
I slid my hand back under the sheets to my daughter's tight ass; her skin was almost indiscernible from the silk that covered it. I slipped down her luscious cheeks and slowly rode over top of her legs; I reached Emily's and dipped my hand between her legs.
At first Em remained still—long enough for me to press my fingertips to her crotch—then she bucked; I remained firm on her thigh, pressing up towards my goal; with each inch that I got closer, she held her legs tighter—
"Jack, stop!" Emily yelled in a whisper.
With that I was able to slip my thumb into my wife's tight pussy. I plunged it deep—to the base—and started massaging her clit with my index finger. I gently pulsed my fingers together and massaged Em's g-spot and clit in unison. She writhed under the steady waves of stimulation, attempting to free herself from my grip; each press into her soft pussy weakened her defenses and rocked my daughter's ass into me.
I felt Stace shift under my arm.
Within a moment she was facing me; her arm topped my own and she stared at me through the darkness. I gazed back at her blue silhouette; I could feel her eyes piercing mine.
I continued rubbing my resistant wife towards her climax.
Stacey drew near; I felt her breath on my lips—hot and damp—heaving from her chest to her mouth. My finger was wet with Emily's quim; Stacey tongued my lip before playfully biting it. I pulled Emily closer, sandwiching our soft daughter tightly between us; Stacey began kissing me in earnest. Her soft lips caressed my own and pressed deeply in—two lovers locked in embrace. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and rolled it around much the way Em does—softly caressing each part of my mouth and sloshing her tongue against my own.
I kissed back—passionately. I engorged myself on my daughter's tiny mouth and I finger fucked my wife to orgasm; I could feel Emily bucking around my hand while I frenched my daughter as deeply as I could. Each stroke of my finger was a press of my thumb and a flick of my tongue; I pressed my cock against Stacey against Emily against my hand. I grasped my daughter's head and sucked her mouth as deeply as I could.
Emily began to moan and buck against Stacey; I pulled still harder. Emily grasped my hand begging me to stop; begging me to avoid alerting her daughter.
We already knew.
After a few more moments Emily was shuddering against my hand. Soft wimpers escaped her mouth and I felt her juices cascade down my hand towards the bed; her jerking tremors rippled through the bed. Stacey withdrew her tongue and gave me a few short pecks on the lips and neck.
Emily began to turn towards me; I withdrew my thumb and allowed Em to turnover. Stacey rolled opposite and faced her mom. I grabbed Em's ass and pressed her into my daughter.
I felt Stacey pull away; Emily seemed to be arching up. In the midnight blue shadows of our room I saw their two beautiful silhouettes meet. They kissed. I stared intently through the night to see two feminine outlines—my own wife and daughter—kissing. The soft sounds of their mouths suctioning each other drifted around the room.
I felt Emily jerk back slightly and shift her weight; soon Emily broke their kiss and laid back down. I thought I could make out Stacey licking her lips on the way down.
Stace pushed her ass into my rock hard cock and wriggled until it settled in her crack. I heard a nervous laugh from Emily before I saw her head hit the pillow.
Stacey silently moved my hand from its place on Emily and sucked it into her mouth; I felt her soft tongue roll over each of my fingers as she licked her mother's ejaculate off my hand. Each flick of her warm tongue sent shockwaves down my cock; I pressed it harder into my daughter.
Each lick got longer and slower until her mouth was still; I slowly moved my hand away from my baby girl's precious mouth and towards my wife's. With a caress of her cheek I cusped my two most beloved women into my arms.
I held them close as they drifted asleep; after a long while my erection ebbed. I stared at the wall pondering the day and lingered on the love I felt for my girls. All of my joy and lust and nervousness did laps around my mind. My head began to spin; I didn't know who to love more—my wife, or my daughter?
I pulled them closer once more and my eyes grew heavy. I let myself slip into a content slumber, wondering what tomorrow would bring.
Steam Powered
I slept soundly that night and woke alone. The wobbly ceiling fan hummed overhead as I allowed my eyes to adjust to the morning. The golden room was dark around the edges forming a tunnel, spinning every time I moved my head. Eventually drooping back to my pillow, I closed my eyes to curb the wooziness and felt the cool air chill my skin.
I lay there reaching out for anything I could cover up with—sheets, clothes... anything—but to no avail. A stiff breeze coursed over my naked body again and iced my skin; each gust caused me to burrow deeper into my non-existent covers.
My goosebumps became unbearable and I finally stirred in my bed to look around the room once more. Our covers were laid out on the floor. Random scatterings of clothes dotted the room in no discernible pattern. There was a bottle of lube next to my wife's vibrator on the dresser. Several condom wrappers were strewn across the floor and furniture. I paused again.
Emily and I never used condoms.
Em's towel was on the floor next to Stacey's bra and panties--I shook my head in disbelief; I saw my clothes—and some of Em's—but Stacey's were scattered there too. What exactly happened last night?
I remembered sneaking to bed and eating Emily's delicious pussy. I remembered fucking her mouth and coating her heavenly throat. I remembered... Stacey crawling into bed with us? Yes. She laid between us and frenched me while I teased Em.
I made out with my daughter last night? What just happened? My mind began racing. Was that really her? I love my girl deeply—but how could I kiss my daughter as a lover? When did she lose her clothes? And what happened after? Where is she now? And where did the condoms come from?
I looked down the bed again to see my naked body and semi flaccid cock sprawled onto the mattress. I was shivering and struggled to make sense of what I saw—my mind was unable to pierce the cold on my skin. I sat there listening to the slight gusting of the wind and drone of the shower.
The shower was on.
Gradually the crash of the water faded in. I tried to scan the room again without luck. After sitting a while longer I decided to just ask Em. I moved my feet to the floor and ambled towards the shower—surely she would have some answers.
My unsteady gait guided me towards the master bath and each step struck clumsily onto the wooden planks. My pajamas were in a heap across the room and my muscles bristled in the cool air as I lumbered into the bathroom.
"Babe. Make room for two," I called out.
Emily didn't answer. Steam rose over the smoky glass curtain; I grew closer to the shower spying my wife's blurry image through the door. The steam swirled around shower room and warmed my body. My muscles released their tension into the warm mist.
I slid glass door open—
"Stacey?"
My daughter looked up with her beautiful blue eyes, wide with trust. Her naked body remained motionless under the hot cascade of the shower. She kept her eyes locked with mine and motioned me to keep quiet; I silently closed my jaw and nodded.
My teen goddess stood before me in a haze of steam. Her black hair was slick and matted to her head with water rolling down her athletic body. Her blue eyes were like sapphires piercing the fog and she beamed a coy smile.
My daughter's perfect breasts glistened in the rain, begging to be drawn into my mouth. The water coursed over her tits and drizzled past her tight waist; her rolling hips and ass tucked into her waxed pussy and shone slick under the massaging shower head.
Stacey beckoned me to enter the shower and continued lathering her tits. Each perfect breast rolled up with her hand before cresting and gently plopping back down to their perky resting spot. My jaw was slack as my eyes feasted on my beautiful daughter and stepped forward, never breaking eye contact.
The door slid shut and I found myself caged in the shower with my gorgeous teen; I kept her stare and inched closer to her tiny body. She pressed her hips into my own and sent a surge of heat through my cock, grinding her bare pussy onto it.
Each of my muscular arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her tight, pressing her breasts into my chest. My cock was now stiff and pressing into her slit. Stace lifted her leg and guided my dick in between her legs before clamping shut again. Her silky pussy sat atop my shaft, radiating heat into the tip, causing it to run flush with passion. The torrent of water continued to flow. My daughter's eyes shone with love as I lowered my lips to hers.
I pressed her tiny mouth into mine; her soft lips sank in and drank my love as we kissed. With each roll of our mouths we eagerly gulped air, never breaking our seal a moment longer than needed.
I held my baby tight as the water continued to cascade over our entangled bodies. I moved my hands up to cup her breasts and feel her silky skin flow between my fingers. Each boob rolled over my massive hands as I pressed up; my thumbs massaged her large nipples into stiff buttons; Stacey's kisses fell into the rhythm of my strokes, moaning slightly with each breath.
She rocked onto her toes matching my swirling rhythm; we stood there riding the wave of our lust as my thick cock worked deeper under her slit. My shaft split her bare lips and she sawed her hips back and forth. We held this pace until I could feel my cock was slick with her anticipation and begging for release.
Then she began our decrescendo. My rod was still on the brink of exploding but each slower gyration teased a little less; I came back from the edge. Stacey broke our kiss and lowered her mouth to my neck; she licked and sucked until she had planted a long, painful hickey at the base of my throat. My toes tingled with each suck from my daughter's mouth until she moved on.
Stace grabbed Emily's loofa and lathered it between our chests. She stared into my eyes and worked the body wash into a thick froth. Her hands lowered to my rock hard cock and gently applied the thick foam. She flexed her wrist as she glid up and down my shaft pumping me with her tiny hand.
My cock pulsed with each stroke. She sensed my ecstasy and slowed again. The jasmine scent of Emily's body wash filled the shower; Stacey placed the loofa in my hand then turned and guided my cock to press into her back. I pulled her slick ass into me and pumped up against her, my shaft slipping vertically through her firm ass cheeks. After three or four strokes I was back on the edge.
Stacey stopped again. She moved my hands to her breasts and belly and slowly worked my hands around her firm body, spreading the lather.
I picked up the rhythm and began exploring her with my soapy hands. I worshipped her nipples and caressed her belly button; my hand slid further south and cupped her mound, slipping my fingers across her tiny opening; I pressed steadily into her tiny lips until I was on the cusp of entering her. Each roll of my finger elicited a soft mewl and a slight shudder; my goddess was now at my mercy—my turn to tease.
She began bucking against my relentless caressing. I lowered my lips to her shoulder and sucked her skin into my mouth; I let her flesh roll tightly between my teeth and felt her tense with the pain. With her revenge hickey in place I continued kissing down her back and pressed her forward. I slid my mouth between her delicious cheeks and began lapping at my baby girl's virgin cunt. I continued stroking her from the front and lowered my other hand to enter her hot snatch; Stacey bucked at the knees trying to impale herself on my hand, but I held her in place.
I savored one last lick from her velvety pussy and worked back up behind her. With a flick of my wrist I threw the loofa to the ground and worked my hands roughly into her fleshy breasts; I slipped my cock between her legs and pressed the tip to her slit. I kept steady pressure on until it glided under her cooch, coming to rest just under her opening. Stacey rocked back and I pumped into her in an opposite rhythm, never allowing her more than a wet rub on my shaft.
Pinching her nipple painfully I grasped her throat and forced her to face me; my cock stayed lodged under her swollen pussy and I drew her tongue into mine. I suckled deeply before reversing and invading her teen mouth with my tongue. My grip relaxed on her throat as I withdrew my tongue. My skin was flush with heat from my daughter under our steamy shower.
Stacey took her cue to pull away. I let her chest go but kept my cock in place and felt the water cascade down her back; she looked back at me and began daintily bending at the waist and pressing her ass to my swollen rod.
I groped her hips and pressed her cunt against my shaft; the tip again slipped under her and pressed out the other side of her toned thighs. She continued bending and grabbed her ankles—Stacey looked up at me over her shoulder. I towered over my baby girl; her wet cunt pressed back into my cock; her cerulean blue eyes locked into mine; I gripped her hips even tighter and flexed my cock into position to stuff her virgin pussy.
I advanced slowly, savoring the feeling as my head sank into her lips. They slowly began to part. Her eyes begged me to take her. My tip kept sinking—almost in. Stacey bit her lip.
Just was her warmth began to envelop my cock an icy rush swept over my chest—the shower door?
I opened my eyes and looked around my room, now well lit by the rising sun. There was a small pile of clothes at the base of the bed and Stacey was lying on my chest—she had kicked most of the comforter off our bodies. Turning left I could see Emily, sound asleep and cuddling in towards Stace.
I blinked several times and checked my clock to make sure I was awake. Was I awake this time? Almost six a.m. Awake before the alarm and this time it was for real. I shook my head and slipped my feet to the floor. I turned off the alarm before it could sound and snuck to the other side of the bed. I began kissing Emily until she stirred awake.
After slipping her from the covers I carried her to the bathroom; I propped Em against the counter and nibbled at her ear. Em continued to try to wake up while I started the shower. I came back and removed her babydoll and panties and tossed them to the hamper. After a few minutes of letting the water warm I rested Em's head on my shoulder and curled her body against my muscular chest. I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, then cheek, then lips; I swept our bodies into the steamy shower and gently set her to her feet, allowing the warm water to penetrate her frozen mind.
The hot water cascaded over us for several minutes before Emily began to wake up. Steam swirled around while we groggily lathered and massaged soap into each other. We were nearly clean when we began tenderly kissing, still silent save the patter of the water on the tile.
Emily worked her hands down to my member and began stroking it to erection. I clutched her ass and savored the feeling of her soapy hands pumping my cock; each thrust worked my shaft still harder. We kissed deeper as my swollen cock pressed into my wife's firm tummy. Emily broke our embrace and began to lower to her knees.
My cock was at her eye level when she opened her warm mouth, taking me in obediently. Water rushed over her head and gushed off her face while she began bobbing her head on my knob. Em swirled her tongue with each stroke, making sure I remained slick in the torrent of water; each pump threw droplets of water around the shower. Em let out a few soft gurgles as she serviced me—her mouth was heaven. I couldn't wait any longer.
I stopped her.
Emily looked up quizzically while my cock rested in her mouth. I withdrew and caressed her chin while guiding her back to her feet. Before she could speak I spun her around and hugged her ass into my crotch.
I pressed into her back and massaged her body with my firm hands; each caress pressed Emily further back into me. She reached behind herself and began working my shaft again; I let her pump my cock while I worked my hands to her clit. I gently rolled her soft lump with my fingers to the rhythm of her stroking. After several minutes of massaging, with her breath getting heavy, I spread her lips and let her push my tip to her throbbing pussy.
After lining up Emily tried to push back—instead I clutched her thighs and picked her straight up. She braced herself back against my body and folded her knees to her chest. My cock traced a line straight up, magnetically drawn to her velvety opening. Emily pressed one hand against the shower wall and hung the other on the door. I held her there, hovering over my shaft, with my tip poised to impale her. Water continued gushing over our bodies and my wife squirmed with anticipation.
I let gravity take its toll. Emily sank onto my massive cock; the tip spread her lips and slipped into her soaking wet cunt; the shaft continued advancing and sank straight into her tight pussy. Emily settled deep on my cock. I left her there fully impaled on my thick shaft for a while, adjusting to the full sensation while I savored the warm, slick feeling.
I gently bounced her up my shaft and back down; her tight cunt milked my rod.
"Mmph!" Emily squeaked out.
I bounced her again.
"Mmm."
And again.
"Mmm!"
And again. And again. And again.
Emily abandoned the shower wall and cupped her mouth. I increased our tempo—I coasted her up the length of my shaft and let her crash down to the base of my cock; each bounce came faster than the last; each thrust fell harder than the last; our cadence slopped water around shower. I plowed into my wife over and over, filling her completely; each slosh into her pussy sent a spasm through my cock that reverberated into her pleasure; I could feel my cum swelling; we continued to escalate.
I set Em back on the ground and folded her over—my dream of Stacey flashed before me as I started railing into Emily's pussy again. I slammed her hips back into my cock while I thrust forward. Each thrust rocked me closer to orgasm—I could feel waves of pleasure crashing and slowly ebbing, getting closer each time.
Emily was moaning uncontrollably into her hand when she began her guttural release. Her pussy contracted around my shaft and the extra tightness of her orgasms shot through my body—I exploded into her womb and lodged myself as deeply as I could. Emily's knees grew weak as her orgasm continued to pulse through her. I pumped her a few more times in unison with each wave of contractions—each stroke sending another shudder and thick wad of cum as I continued to fill her.
She was now so weak that I was holding her up at the waist, her body collapsing in exhaustion in the warm shower. My warm cum began seeping out of her slit—around my shaft to the shower floor—before sloshing down the drain.
I slowly massaged her with my rod until it began to soften. Eventually her pussy pushed my cock out with a soft plop; I let it hang behind her, dripping with our fluids while she stood to face me.
"Love you." She stated.
"Love you too." I returned.
"So what are we going to do about Stacey?" she asked.
"What can we do? She's growing up... She needs love and support. Though I really wish she didn't need it while I was playing with my beautiful wife." I replied, wondering how the topic moved from our orgasms to Stacey.
"That makes two of us... Did you notice how she looked at me at dinner? And last night, I accidently kissed her instead of you..."
"I wondered what that was," I responded, playing dumb.
"That was me surprised that I was intercepted by my teenage daughter."
"Fair enough... you both seemed to enjoy holding the kiss though."
"Well I thought it was you, Jack. Don't be crass."
"Ok ok. Just saying what I saw. So what do we do?"
"I don't know. We need to have a sit down talk."
"Sounds like a mother daughter thing to me."
"You know she's a Daddy's girl."
"Well... yeah... but I think you should still get the opener."
"We'll see. And no more trying to fuck me in front of her."
"But babe!"
"Don't 'but babe!' me. I know your tricks. You know I'm right."
"Ok, well I'll stop when you stop liking it." I dropped to one knee and looked up at my wife with my best pleading face.
"I love you, now and forever. Anything you want, I will do. But I think you're better equipped to talk to Stacey about this. And in return I will owe you."
I slowly pushed my face into her bare crotch and began kissing—
"Ok ok! Just this once," Emily responded to my kisses.
"Well it better only take once." I got out between slurps.
I lapped her softly several times before cupping her ass and pressing her snatch closer to my face. As I buried into her cunt I increased the speed and pressure from my tongue. Each lap got firmer until I was fucking her with my tongue. I pulled out to lap at her clit, pulling her hood back when I did so. With the rubbing and the pulsing I soon had Emily sinking into my face. I glided two fingers into her soft pussy and used those to massage her while I continued my oral assault.
Emily cupped her mouth once again and soon came on my face—showering me in her juices. I continued to lap at her, not allowing a break until I felt her spasm again. I persisted still until finally she shuddered with an ultimate release and collapsed onto my mouth. I let her rest softly on my lips before licking her clean and standing up.
Once on my feet I Frenched her, pushing her sweet juice into her mouth. She eagerly tasted her quim and kissed me back. We held that wet embrace for several minutes until we mutually decided to clean off and start the day.
"And what's that mark on your next? It looks like a hickey!" Emily questioned as we toweled off.
"Huh. I hadn't noticed it... is that from last night or just now?" I responded, genuinely puzzled.
"Looks old to me," Emily returned.
"Hmm. Yeah I guess so. I don't know... guess we were a little rougher than I remember last night." I smirked and slapped my wife's ass. "I guess I'll owe you one."
"You will not!" Emily giggled in response as she scurried to her walk-in closet.
Dear Diary
I finished toweling off and dressed in my work clothes. Em was still picking out an outfit and Stacey left the room while we were in the shower. I stood there, scanning the room and wondering just what had gotten into my princess. Seems like just yesterday we were watching the Lion King together; now she's apparently trying to seduce either her mother or me. After pondering a bit longer I shrugged it off—Emily said she'd handle it. I headed down the staircase to get a start on breakfast.I try to make a point to fix a decent breakfast for my girls before each day. Nothing too fancy—cheesy eggs, fruit, almonds and milk were usually on the menu. I fired up our old gas stove and prepped the eggs. Emily came into the kitchen like a whirlwind—furiously responding to emails on her phone while checking the weather and her appointments.
"Did you see there's a chance for snow tonight?" Em called out absently.
"No, I hadn't?" I questioned in response.
"Yeah. A twenty degree drop from yesterday... Blah."
Even though we loved our home we were still southerners at heart. The cold weather was always rough for us.
"Why don't I get the fireplace set and we can do game night?" I proposed while serving up breakfast.
"That sounds great. I should be home by three—we have a light load today. Just have to prepare a report from our last hospital visit."
"Ok, it's a date."
I started to tidy around the kitchen and made up two more plates, one each for Stacey and I. As if on cue Stacey ambled sleepily down the stairs. She was dressed in her loose fitting PJ bottoms that hugged her ass but flowed around her legs. Her top was an old Fire Department shirt of mine that I gave her a few years ago. It was still much too big for her torso, though her chest filled it out quite well, with fabric cascading down from her perky breasts.
She plopped down next to her mother and hung her head low to the table. I brought our food in and sat across from her with Emily on my right. Em slid the newspaper towards me and I immediately went for the most important section—the comics. After enjoying Peanuts, Blondie and Wizard of ID I started in on the crossword. Emily was entranced with her phone again and Stacey followed suit.
"Stace, you up for game night tonight?" I called out.
"Sure, sounds like fun." She replied, "What are we going to play?"
"Hmm, I'm thinking some old school N64 for my piece. How about you?"
"Clue." Stacey stated frankly.
"Alright, I've got to run." Emily jumped in. "Love you two and be ready to lose a game of Scrabble!"
I moved back from the table and headed to the door with Em. Stacey stayed, slowly eating her breakfast while Em and I exchanged our goodbyes.
"Love you babe, have a good day at work." I spoke gently while holding my love in our driveway.
"Love you too, looking forward to tonight." Emily smiled and tiptoed to kiss me.
I grabbed her and pulled tight, kissing her deeply while kneading her lovely ass. Em and I held that pose for a while, neither one wanting to break off. I slowly began to work one hand up her side and eventually under her breast.
"No no! I've got to go!" Emily giggled and pulled away.
"Ok, love you." I leaned in and kissed her again. "Drive safe." We kissed again.
"Love you too." Emily batted my hand away from her breast and fell into her car seat.
Emily left for work soon after and I turned around to see our curtains wiggle, as if someone had been watching us. When I got back inside Stacey had left the table and her plate—I assumed to go get dressed. I finished my crossword and breakfast and then tidied the dishes and leftovers. Stacey rushed downstairs.
"Hey dad, I'm headed to school!" she called out running towards the door.
"Stop right there young lady," I commanded.
Stacey froze, half inside half out. I walked from the kitchen to the door and brought my girl within arm's reach
"Have a good day. Be safe, love you." I leaned in for my morning hug and kissed her on the forehead.
"Thanks Dad!" Stacey looked up and gave me a peck on the lips. Or at least it started as a peck. It quickly turned into a deep kiss—rivaling the one I had just given her mother. "Better practice for tonight!"
"Practice what?" I responded absently, still in shock at how much I had enjoyed kissing my daughter.
"Your N64 silly. You're going down!"
"Ha! Not on your life." I came back to Earth. "Get out of here. Drive safe."
"Always! Love you!" Stacey fled to her car.
With her car rumbling out of ear shot I shut and locked the door. I stood there for a minute wondering what had gotten into my girl... As confused as I was, I liked it. A lot.
I went to our basement gym for a quick lift—nothing fancy, just moved the barbell around to shake out the cobwebs. I spent the rest of the morning doing odds and ends around the house—sweeping, scrubbing, cleaning, tidying, laundry... endless laundry. Two girls makes for a miserly amount of washing, drying, sorting and folding. Still, it had to be done. When I was nearly finished I took a break to down a couple of beers as a reward for wrapping up.
I took Stacey's clothes to her room and began to tuck them away neatly. After opening her underwear drawer I noted her diary. It was no secret that she had a diary, or where she kept it, but I had never thought twice about it. As I stared at the notebook I began to wonder if it had any clues to the change in her behavior.
I set the clothes on top of her dresser and removed her diary from the drawer. After heading to her bed I cracked it open to the last entry, a couple of days ago:
"Coach K is a total bitch. She made us run double suicides today because one of the girls was late..."
I skimmed a month or so back:
"I told Andrew I wasn't ready to commit to anyone right now. And certainly wasn't ready to have sex with him."
That's my girl. "I never liked him anyway," I cheered in my mind. Maybe that was it? She broke up with Andrew and now was reaching out for something to fill the gap? I thumbed forward a couple of pages:
The WEIRDEST thing happened in field hockey today. Jessica got to practice late (AGAIN!) and Coach K told her to wait after practice for her discipline. I told her that totally sucks but Jessica told me during practice she was ok with it. And she kind of smirked. I didn't know what to think of it. So after the showers I got dressed and hid in the equipment locker to see what her punishment was going to be.
Jessica sat on the bench in her uniform and seemed kind of excited. She sat straight up with her chest out like she was being assessed for proper form. She had changed into a clean uniform—crisp blue and white pleats in her skirt trailed up to her v-neck that hugged her boobs nicely; her blue bra was just visible under the top. Jes even had a blue bow in her honey brown hair, pinning it up into a bun. If I didn't know better I would've said she was dressing to impress her boyfriend—I couldn't help but think how beautiful she was.
That's when Coach K walked in, her blonde hair swaying as she walked towards Jess. Coach seemed to have put just as much attention into her dress—she had changed from her track suit into the business suit she wears to our matches. She had a pair of black heels that led into her tanned legs and up to her muscular thighs. Her skirt seemed to be hemmed a bit too short and perfectly hugged her plump ass. Her black blazer picked up there and tapered into her tiny waist before bowing out again at her breasts—large milky breasts that were on display now more than usual.
"You know how I treat little girls who are always late." Coach stated.
Jess started to unbutton her jersey.
"What was she doing!?" I screamed in my mind.
"No!" coach snapped and pressed her back to the bench, pinning her down. It looked kind of painful but Jess didn't seem to mind. Then coach K sat up and straddled her and started to take Jessica's jersey off herself."
I paused my reading, "Whoa," I stated aloud, startling myself. "So it sounds like Stacey's Coach really likes her girls..."
Coach started kissing Jess as she got her top off, revealing her pretty breasts still perfectly pinned by her blue bra. Coach started with Jesi's forehead and worked her way down, taking her time to kiss every inch of her face and neck. When she got to her chest Coach K started nibbling at her bra. I could see thick trails of saliva being left every time she went back for more of the fabric. Jesi's chest was heaving up and down and I noticed she was petting her nana while coach licked her breasts.
Then coach worked her hands up and slid Jesi's bra off, exposing her boobs. I couldn't help but admire how nice her breasts were—they were perfectly sized and tan with very pretty nipples that were hard as a rock.
Coach agreed I think, because she cupped both of them and started kissing each very tenderly, then licking and letting the nipples get slick. Jess arched her back up and began to moan a little. I was a little jealous—I wanted to know what it felt like!
I could feel my skin getting flush and so I shifted as quietly as I could so I could cup my own boobs. They were maybe a bit larger than Jesi's and the feeling of my wet fingers on my nipples was delicious. It must've felt even better having Coach to do it for her.
Coach took off her blazer and tossed it onto another bench. She resumed kissing Jess, moving lower with each kiss until she got to Jesi's skirt. She kissed a little more and then all I could see was Coach's blonde hair tangling with Jesi's blue pleats; soon they were flipped up exposing her panties. Jesi had her lucky pink Under Armour panties on. Coach immediately began licking her nana through her panties—Jesi's chest was heaving with delight; She had a smile on her face as she leaned back and closed her eyes; Jess brought her hands to Coach's and they locked fingers while Coach continued slurping at her panties.
I slipped my hand into my own panties and started to rub my nana. I was startled to find I was very wet, oozing some kind of slick fluid. I rubbed circles around my lips to spread my warm slick juice; I tried to match my movements to Coach's lips and after a while, decided to take a taste myself. My juice was sweet and pungent and delicious—I loved it!
I eagerly licked my fingers before going back to rubbing myself; I noticed my clitoris was hard; Coach K taught our sex-ed class that the clit gets hard when you're aroused and helps make sex fun for girls—so I started rubbing it, and boy was she right. Why had I never done this before? Each pass over my little nub was heaven!
My girl was masturbating to the sight of her teacher eating her best friend. I couldn't believe what I was reading. And from the sounds of her writing this may have been her first time, too:
Coach moved Jesi's panties aside and then started licking her directly. Jess has a very pretty nana. Her's was shaved clean (maybe I should do that?). Then Coach slipped a couple of fingers into Jess—I could see the wave of delight roll up Jesi's body to her mouth, letting out a loud moan. Coach kept stroking and after a while Jess was moaning real loud and writhing around on the bench. Then she sighed and collapsed on the bench. Coach kissed her nana a couple of times before slurping her juice up and working her way to Jesi's mouth; they kissed deeply and I could see Coach pushing Jesi's juice into her mouth—Jess seemed to enjoy that. If she tasted anything like me, I'm sure I would've like it too.
I was still petting myself; each stroke of my warm nana sent a wave of hot pleasure through my tummy that made my whole body tingle. I could feel the pleasure getting more intense, like waves that rose and crashed; each wave grew higher before cresting and pushing butterflies into my tummy, making my skin run flush. I could feel small beads of sweat forming on my brow as I silently rode my waves of pleasure.
Coach stood up and removed her blouse and black bra while Jess laid onto a towel on the floor; Coach's beautiful breasts tumbled out like silky pillows, sagging under their creamy weight. She stepped carefully around Jesi's curvy body before kneeling down on the towel over Jess; she paused, hovering over my friend's face. Coach remained knelt there for a moment looking down at Jess—Coach's toned body bristled in the chilly locker room. Her breasts radiated desire into the crisp air, punctuated by her erect nipples. Her flat and toned stomach rippled down to her black miniskirt and powerful thighs. Coach's nana was right over top of Jesi's face; Jesi licked her lips while staring up Coach's skirt. Her arms were pinned to her side by Coach's legs.
Coach caressed Jesi, moving her hair away, before grasping the back of her head and lowering herself onto Jesi's face. I assume coach wasn't wearing panties because she instantly smiled and began slowly sawing back and forth on Jesi's face. With each thrust Coach's skirt began to ride up, eventually revealing my friend's face buried deep in Coach's nana.
I stroked myself in unison with Coach's thrusting. I could feel my heart pounding and each furious caress of my nana sent shockwaves up my spine. I cupped my hand over my mouth and desperately fought the urge to yell with delight; I felt a pulsating wave of heat shudder through my pussy and slosh into my hand, soaking my panties. My exhausted body collapsed into the padding in the tiny locker, making a loud THUD I was sure Coach or Jess had heard.
I peered out again, worried I'd been caught, but quickly realized the pair was still consumed in their own pleasure. Coach was furiously humping into Jesi now; her breasts were bouncing around as she craned her neck back; her crinkled brow and flushed face froze—after a few more strokes Coach let out a visceral shudder and clamped her legs tight around Jesi's mouth.
They remained there for a minute until coach started to get up; Jess gasped loudly for air. As Coach stood I could see Jess more clearly and she was soaked in Coach's fluid. Coach leaned over and kissed her as she helped her to her feet.
"Hit the shower. Don't be late tomorrow," Was all Coach said.
SLAM.
I looked up, startled again. The door had just slammed shut. I looked at my watch, "Oh man, it's already two! That must be Stacey getting home!" I hurried over to the dresser and put her diary back. I noticed that I had become rock hard reading my daughter's entries.
I could hear Stacey's footsteps coming up the stairs. I frantically started putting clothes away and tried to act natural. Stacey rounded the corner into her room.
"Oh hey dad," She coolly greeted me.
"Hey babe," I responded, painfully aware of the tent in my pants as I stood in front of my daughter. "How was school?"
"Oh, it was good... seemed to drag on today. I'm looking forward to a nice shower. Could you start one for me?"
"Sure babe."
I awkwardly crossed the room to her bathroom, trying to hide my erection until I was out of sight. Once in, I let out a sigh of relief and started the water. I took the chance to reposition my cock so it was a little less obvious.
"Thanks dad."
I heard Stacey behind me, "Sure thing," I responded turning around, not quite prepared for what I saw.
There my baby stood, naked, save a tiny towel wrapped tightly from her breast to her hips. The towel was barely covering her nipples and stopped just shy of covering her round ass. Stacey looked up at me with her beautiful sapphire eyes and bit her lower lip. Her soft skin radiated and showed off her inviting neck and toned shoulders—I couldn't help but picture her sequestered in a uniform locker licking her breasts and rubbing her pussy.
Those perky breasts were pushed up by the tightly wrapped towel, each one a perfect globe, absolutely luscious with just a hint of her tan nipple peeking above the cotton. I continued down her body, admiring her curvy hips and the hint of her mound, before taking in her muscular legs. I wondered if this is what she saw in her field hockey coach—tight, sleek, toned legs wrapped in perfect skin. She looked like an exotic feline—her raven black hair pinned in a sloppy bun and muscles bristling in her sleek, sexy body.
Stacey stepped in closer to me, until her chest was pressed to mine. She arched up on her tiptoes and kissed me, this time dispensing with the peck and going straight for a deep embrace. I hesitated at first but returned her kiss. We stood there in her bathroom, my erection pressing into my baby girl, who was wearing just a thin piece of cotton. My hands tenderly stroked her soft arms down to her tiny waist. As we continued I could feel Stacey's tongue beginning to lick across my lips before pushing into my mouth.
I let her in and savored her hot tongue on my own. Each slosh from her mouth made me want her even more; I clutched the back of her head and pressed her mouth deeply into my own; I took my turn at invading her with my own tongue. Her tiny mouth was warm and silky; my tongue rolled around, exploring her mouth and savoring her taste. Stacey slurped deeply, trying to inhale my tongue.
I felt Stacey's hand drifting towards my pants and begin to massage my erection through my jeans. I came up for air, re-grounded in reality by the caressing of my cock.
Stace pulled back, "Thank—woops!" she called out as her towel came undone and fell in a heap on the floor.
I stood there like an oaf and stared at my gorgeous daughter's perfect body. Stacey re-cupped my cock which begged to be sprung from its prison. Every curve of her body had a hint of muscle under a layer of soft skin that radiated life like the sun. The bathroom was quickly filling with steam causing beads of water to form on her skin; the beads swelled up on her breasts and hardened her nipples. Her flat stomach traced down to her perfectly bare pussy. I guess she copied Jess after all.
Stacey moved by me and released my cock; smiling coyly she got into the shower, "Hey, can you do me?"
I stared blankly at her nubile body, "What?"
"My back, can you do me?"
"What?"
Stacey giggled—her mother's giggle. "Can you wash my back? I can't reach."
"Oh, uh. I uh. I think. Uhh..." I heard myself stammer.
"Pleeeease?"
"Uh, ok... Just... uh, once."
I fumbled towards the shower and reached out towards my daughter. She raised a loofa to meet my hand, already sudsy, and turned away from me; I was greeted with a lovely view of her teen butt. Her round ass jutted towards me like a juicy peach, begging to be caressed.
I began to work the lather into her back, starting at her shoulders while my gaze remained locked on her ass. Each circular stroke washed her soft skin in white foam that oozed down her back towards the drain. I worked my way down her spine, each vertebrae was a soft lump in her toned back; I used my free hand to hold her hip still while I worked lower.
I passed her lower back and tail bone, finally reaching her bubbly ass. My circular strokes turned from soft caressing to firm groping. I kneaded her ass in my strong hands, savoring each roll of her skin and allowing it to plop heavily with each stroke. After several rolls of each cheek I ran my hand between them; shallowly at first, then deeper. I traveled further forward with each stroke; I could feel that I was massaging her tiny cooch now. Her wet warmth sank into my hand as each stroke weakened her knees.
Stacey looked back at me, "Can you close the door, it's cold." She pleaded with a nod, inviting me in.
I was dizzy with lust for my daughter. Every bone in my body wanted to climb in with her, "Sure thing babe. I think you're all set."
I set the loofa on the faucet and gave Stace a peck on the cheek before shutting the shower door. I turned around and paused a second before exiting her bathroom as quickly as possible. On my way out of her room I stared at the dresser with her diary and wondered what other encounters she's had. I shut Stacey's door behind me and rested my back against it, my hands wet and cool in the hall air.
"You almost fucked up Jack." I thought aloud.
I decided to make myself unavailable until Emily got home. There's no way I wanted to talk about what had just happened, let alone put myself in a position where it could happen again. I finished sorting the laundry and started to prep dinner. I looked at the clock—4 p.m. Where was Em? She said today was going to be a short day.