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Dear Daddy
by DirtyMindedMom

Phil opened the door of his motel room and was assailed by the musty odor of sadness that had accumulated over the decades. The small red dome-shaped light on the rotary dial phone was flashing. He left the door open in the desperate hope some fresh air would force its way into his home-away-from-home, and walked toward the office. It had been just over a week since Maddie had kicked him out. How could I have been so stupid? He chastised himself for the hundredth time that day.

There was a small package that had been delivered to the motel for him. No return address, but he recognized his daughter’s handwriting. Phil hadn’t spoken to her since he left. His joy at learning the package was from her quickly gave way to nausea. She must hate me. His self-pity deepened. How will I ever be able to face her again?

Even though the motel was in a seedy part of town, no one had taken advantage of his open door. Not that there was much of anything to steal aside from some hastily packed clothes. And not that he’d care if anyone had stolen them. The half empty handle of gin was still there in the bottom drawer of the nightstand. It would be just enough to get him through the night. He took a long pull straight from the bottle.

Phil stared at the small box in his lap. The address was written in blue pen. The fat, round letters were unmistakably Tessa’s. She stopped putting smiley faces in her O’s and dotting her I’s with hearts when she started high school the previous year. Phil took another swig to get rid of the sick feeling in his belly.

He opened the package and found a letter on top. Setting aside the bottle, he opened it with shaking hands.

Dear Daddy,

I miss you. I wanted to talk to you but Mom said I wasn’t allowed and she also took away my phone too. I was so confused about everything and she wouldn’t tell me what happened. I was crying like crazy for the first couple of days and even got sent home from school because of it. I was so sad – and I still am. I love you Daddy and I really, really miss you.

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew,” Phil whispered hoarsely to the empty room. A tear drop landed on the letter causing the ink to blur.

I kept asking Mom about why you went away and she kept telling me it was grown up stuff. She’s acting like I’m some kind of stupid baby instead of almost 16. God, I hate her so much sometimes. A few days ago Mom was talking to Aunt Patty and I heard her talking about what happened.

Mom said that she came home early from work and found you in my bedroom. She said you were on your knees. She didn’t know what was going on until she realized you had your pants down and that you were touching yourself. (I’m pretty sure she meant that you were masturbating or “jerking off” but she didn’t want to say it like that.) Anyway, Mom also said to Aunt Patty that you had a pair of my dirty panties. You were sniffing them and sucking on the crotch part.

Phil was on the verge of puking. Three big gulps of gin did nothing to help the situation. She knew. His precious daughter knew what a disgusting excuse for a man he was. That he wasn’t fit to be her father. She had every right to despise him for his perverted depravity. He forced himself to keep reading and give poor Tessa the satisfaction of him knowing she wanted him to fuck off and die.

Mom told Aunt Patty how she threw you out on the spot and never wants to set eyes on you again. Now I understand why she was asking me so many weird questions about if there was anything I wanted to tell about any of the times you and me were alone together. I guess just because you were smelling my panties that Mom thinks you molested me or something. I told her nothing ever happened like that, but I didn’t tell her that I always wished it had.

The bottle slipped from Phil’s shaky grip and bounced on the grimy carpet before coming to rest on its side. He re-read the last paragraph not caring that a good amount of booze was being wasted. Phil rubbed his eyes in an effort to make sure he was seeing clearly before going on.

When I heard why Mom made you go away it made me even more sad, but it also made me excited in a strange way too. It turned me on to find out that you like the smell of my dirty underwear. I never knew you would sneak into my bedroom and sniff my panties and play with your penis like that. If I did know, I would have made them smell even better for you. I never told anyone before, but I know how to masturbate and I do it a lot. I would have rubbed myself with my panties on so that they would get really wet and smell more like my privates.

Phil put the letter aside and tried to make sense of what his sweet little girl was saying. It didn’t seem possible. Was this some sort of trick by his wife to entrap him into admitting something? He leaned over and set the handle of gin upright. When he did, he noticed that his cock was hard. Moments ago he was about to blow chunks, and now he was as stiff as ever. He was tempted to pull his erection out, but restrained himself.

I love you Daddy, and I always will no matter what. It feels weird saying this, but I’ve been horny for you for a long, long time. I hope you don’t think I’m a gross slut for saying these kinds of things, but I’ve been holding it all in forever. I thought that maybe because of the way you were sniffing my dirty panties that you might feel a little bit the same way about me. I remember seeing you in the shower when I was little. And sometimes when you would walk around in your boxer shorts I could see a peek of something through the opening in the front. I would also try to sit on your lap just so I could feel your thing pressing against me.

Once I got older I started to figure out what all those feelings were. They were sex feelings. After I learned about how to touch myself and masturbate, I started thinking about you in different ways. I mostly thought about your penis, and touching it. I also thought about wanting to kiss it, and for you to kiss me. I thought about you kissing me on the lips, but also about you kissing me down there. I always orgasm the hardest when I imagine you doing stuff like that to me. I sometimes think about other boys I like, but it’s never as good.

About a year ago I woke up and heard noises from downstairs. I went to look and saw Mom sucking your penis (just like I wanted to). You said ‘I’m cumming’ and Mom stopped sucking and just pulled on your penis. I saw the sperm shoot out all the way up to your chest and all over you tummy. I almost screamed! I ran right back to my room and masturbated my pussy at least ten times! I think about what I saw just about every night when I play with myself.

Phil couldn’t take it any longer and had to free his pulsing cock from his pants. He was finding it difficult to catch his breath. Sure, he’d had fantasies about his daughter over the years. He dreamed about her wanting him to teach her about sex and guide her, help her explore her body, and show her how to please a man. He would be gentle and patient. She would be safe and loved. They would share themselves with each other, and one day he’d let her go out into the world understanding everything she needed to know about physical love and what a special gift it was. But never did he suspect she felt the same way. Never could he have guessed that she was noticing his cock in the shower or intentionally grinding her cute little butt against his dick. An almost clear droplet of fluid appeared from his pee hole. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and went on.

Mom is really mad about what you did, but I’m really happy. Super happy! Just thinking about you in my bedroom sniffing my smelly panties and jerking off makes me insanely horny. I can’t help wondering where you would squirt your sperm. Did you just spray it on my rug, or did you catch it all in your hand, or did you spurt your creamy mess into my panties then clean them so me and Mom wouldn’t know? Whatever it was, I’m so so so wet right now wondering about it and what other things you might have done. Like, did you ever peek at me in the shower or while I was sleeping naked? Did you ever look on my phone and find the naughty pictures I took of myself? Or did you ever masturbate your penis and think about having sex with me? I’m sorry for sounding like such a whore, Daddy, but I think about you fucking me all the time.

Phil stood and paced the room. What the hell was he supposed to do with this revelation? There was no way this was some kind of ruse to get him into trouble. Tessa’s letter sounded sincere. His daughter truly wanted him in a way that he couldn’t fully grasp was real. His mind spun with the implications of what it all meant. If he’d known earlier, what would he have done? He couldn’t have given her what she wanted. No, no, no. That would be wrong beyond wrong. Obviously. Even if it was what she wanted. Even though it was what he wanted. And now that he does know…

Okay, so, I said a lot more than I meant to. I was only going to tell you that I knew about what you did and that I wasn’t upset at you at all. I wasn’t expecting this to be a tell-all confession, but I guess I really like the idea of you knowing all this stuff that I’ve been keeping secret for so long. We both have a lot in common as far as being horny goes and I think that’s a good thing.

I hope Mom calms down and realizes that you sniffing my panties isn’t such a big deal and lets you come home. I’m going to do my best to talk her into forgiving you. Promise you’ll do everything you can so that you can come home. If Mom keeps being stupid about this then I want you to know that it’s okay if you want to kidnap me. We can go far away somewhere that no one knows us. Maybe I’m being stupid and that’s not what you want, but I know that I could make you happy and do all the things for you that a wife would do even though I’m your daughter and too young to know everything a grown up woman knows how to do.

I miss you and love you and I will write to you again. I’ll also let you know if I get my phone back so we can talk and send pictures or whatever.

-Tessa

P.S. I hope you like the present I sent you.

Phil was happy, confused, and hard as fuck. He read the letter again, holding his hard-on tight in his hand the whole time. Only when he read the P.S. again did he remember that the letter came in a box.

He pulled out the pink tissue paper that the letter had been perched on and found a zip-lock bag underneath. There was something inside the clear plastic and he recognized it instantly. Baby blue background, little cartoon froggy things, and red frills around the edges.

Phil licked his lips and wet his mouth as he haltingly opened the bag. As soon as he did the scent that had been trapped inside wafted out and brought about a moan of indulgent bliss from him. It was the scent of his daughter’s pussy. He held the girlish underwear up, looking at them with the kind of reverence usually reserved for holy relics. They were three sizes smaller than what her mother wore, and, despite the childish cartoons, they were twice as sexy. He also knew they were her favorite pair. How many times had these panties been pressed against his daughter’s sweet pussy?

The tears almost started to fall again as he brought the panties to his face. It was unmistakably his daughter’s essence. But so much stronger than it had been on any of her other underwear he’d used over the years. She’d done it, he was certain. Tessa had masturbated herself while wearing this pair. She’d rubbed her horny little virgin cunt through the fabric and infused them with her innocent cum juices when she orgasmed. They were even still a little damp. Every word of what she’d written was real.

Phil breathed his girl in as deeply as he could, dropped down to his knees, and began stroking his cock like never before. There would be plenty of time after to figure out how he would find his way home to his little girl.

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Dedicated to all you hardcore panty sniffers out there!

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Open Door Policy 29

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 29
by DirtyMindedMom

I opened the bathroom door and stepped into the thick steam. Vera was showering and hadn’t locked the door. The kids were at school, it was my day off, and I was in nothing but a pussy-hugging thong. I innocently busied myself at the sink as my houseguest finished rinsing herself then turned off the water. My clit tingled with anticipation.

The shower curtain swished to the side and I heard a surprised noise from Vera.

“Good morning,” I greeted her with a smile. My eyes traveled over her wet nakedness. “Looking good. You really need to stop being selfish and share all that with some lucky man…or boy.”

“You always talking crazy,” she admonished as she stepped out of the tub and began drying herself as modestly as she could manage.

“I’m not going to lie, I wouldn’t mind getting some cock myself,” I said as I cleared a circle in the fogged mirror. “It’s been too long. Maybe we should go out this weekend and pick up a couple studs to take care of us.”

“Oh, no. No man is interested for me. I am too old for doing a thing like that.”

I plucked a few strays around my eyebrows and let her finish drying off. “I’m really glad you came to stay with us, Vera.” I turned to her and she couldn’t help taking a quick look at my nearly naked body. “I haven’t thanked you enough for all you’ve been doing around here.” I stepped close and trapped her in a hug before she could react.

Our bare bodies pressed together. The moist skin of her breasts felt good against my own. Our bellies and our thighs were in full contact. I held her tight. After a moment she relaxed and hugged me back. Everything between us was soft and smooth in the warm mists of the tiny room. I kissed her on the cheek, then on the lips. She didn’t kiss back, but she also didn’t resist. Vera didn’t want to admit how much she needed to be touched – not even to herself.

“You’re far from too old for a good fuck,” I told her without letting her go. “But maybe you’re right. We don’t really need cocks, do we? You and I have everything we need right here.”

“Yes…the rubber penis toy…”

“No. I mean this.”

I kissed my way down over her right breast and along her tummy as I slowly sank to my knees. She made a few tittering noises of protest, but she stopped when I nuzzled her damp bush of pubic hair. I knew this was way outside her comfort zone, but it was time I pushed things forward. I didn’t know if my plan would play out the way I wanted it to, but I was at least going to taste her pussy before it all fell apart.

With gentle kisses and darting licks I teased the area around her mound. Her hand pushed weakly at my head – her insincere way of telling me to stop when she really didn’t want me to.

“What are you doing? This is no right.”

“You know what I’m doing, Vera.” I nibbled a sensitive part of her inner thigh. “It may not be right, but you want it as much as I do. We can ask for forgiveness later, but right now I’m going to suck your pussy.”

I took hold of her ankle and lifted her leg. She could have fought me, but she placed her foot up on the rim of the toilet like I wanted her to. She grabbed hold of the towel rack to balance herself. Before her religious convictions had a chance to take over, I went for it. I buried my face in Vera’s womanhood. There was a clean, soapy scent, but I could easily taste her natural flavor through all that. She had become excited while we talked and hugged. Her tangy juices were fresh and slick on my tongue.

There was no more teasing, I was intent on eating this woman out in the truest sense of the term. I aggressively sucked her pussy, opening my mouth wide. It must have looked like I was trying to devour her whole cunt. All the while my tongue aggressively roamed over her hole, her lips, and her clit. I felt her nub go from a soft knot of flesh to a hard projection of lust.

“Oh, Joanne, this is so bad what you do to me,” Vera whimpered even as she held my head to her crotch. “Women aren’t supposed to do the sex with another women.”

My only response was to grab her ass with both hands, then suck and lick her clit even more intensely than I already had been. Her shuddering moan told me that I had fully tempted her to my way of thinking on what women are supposed to do, and not do, with other women.

“We must stop,” she moaned. Her words stood in stark contrast to the way she was humping my face. The last thing in the world she wanted right then was for me to stop.

I had the urge to talk dirty to her and encourage her orgasm, but my mouth was too occupied to speak.

“It is very bad what you do to me,” Vera said as she panted her way toward orgasm. “The bible say this is the way of sodomy. The priest tell everyone sex with the mouth is unnatural. What would ladies at church say if they know I let you suck on my pussy? If they know I cum on your face?” Vera grabbed my head with both hands and let out a long keening cry. “They say I am an evil woman. That I have devil in my heart for fucking woman’s tongue with my pussy! Fuck my pussy with you tongue, Joanne! Give me orgasm with you mouth! Oooohhh, Jesus, forgive me for what I do! I’m cumming! I’m cuuuuuummmmming!”

A sudden rush of pungent juices ran down my chin and neck. Her entire body spasmed above me again and again, making me worry that she might topple over. Maybe it was a bad idea to give Vera her first oral orgasm while standing. Her first lesbian oral orgasm at that. I lovingly kissed and snuggled my face against her swollen vulva as she regained her senses. I stood, briefly pausing on the way up to suck in one of her dark nipples for a moment.

“That wasn’t enough to pay you back in full for all you do around here,” I said with a seductive purr in my voice, “but there’s plenty more where that came from. All you have to do is ask and my mouth is all yours.” I kissed her on the lips. This time she kissed back.

“I…I don’t know what to say.” She glanced up to the ceiling as if she expected to see an angry angel looking down on us. “I never feel like that before. No from sex or anything else. But so very wrong.”

“Look at it this way,” I said touching the tip of my nose to hers and looking into her eyes. “God is good. He loves us and wants us to be happy. Sex feels good and that makes us happy. God gave his children sex so we can make each other happy. If what we just did was wrong, God would have made it feel bad. Did what I just did to your pussy with my mouth feel bad?”

These ideas churned through Vera’s mind. Her brow furrowed as she tried to sort through my logic. There were plenty of religious arguments to be made to dispute my cockeyed proposition, but, standing there naked in my arms with her pussy dripping fresh lady cum, the poor woman couldn’t come up with a coherent retort. I kissed her on the nose and turned to leave.

I paused at the door, lowered my thong to my ankles, and stepped out of it.

Looking over my shoulder, I said, “I’ll be waiting in my room if you want to find out what if feels like to fuck a pussy with your tongue. Just imagine what the ladies at church would say about that.” I gave her a wink and headed for my room praying she would be right behind me.

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I heard the door to the apartment close. I wasn’t sure who it was, but that didn’t prevent me from carrying on with what I was doing in my bedroom. I pushed my buzzing vibrator deeper into my pussy and waited. No matter who it was, I wanted them to see me pleasuring myself.

“Hey, Mom.” Gary greeted me when he appeared in my open doorway.

“What’s up, Mrs. Harden?” Valerie added as she followed my son into my room. They both flopped onto my mattress while I continued to fuck myself with deliberate slowness. I was naked, as I had been ever since I left the bathroom after eating out Vera that morning for the first time. “Where’s my mom?”

“She said something about confession on her way out.”

“In the middle of the week?” Valerie wondered, tickling her fingers along my bare leg in that tantalizing way she had.

“Your mother has a lot to confess after what we did today.”

Valerie’s eyes went wide. “You didn’t!”

“Come give me a kiss,” I said lustily.

Valerie gave me a long, slow, tongue kiss while my son dropped his pants and began stroking his hard-on. “I still get goosebumps whenever we do that,” my son’s girlfriend purred.

“Maybe it’s because you just tasted your mom’s pussy on my lips.”

“Get out! Are you messing with me?”

“Swear to God.” I worked my dildo a little faster. The thrill of telling Valerie her mom was as much of a horny slut for lesbian sex as she was combined with seeing my first cock of the day spurred me on. “And if you kissed your mom, you’d probably be able to taste my cunt on her tongue.”

“What the fuck…? I can’t believe it.” As she said this she was shedding her own pants and panties. Valerie spit on her fingers and began rubbing her pussy. “Details! We want to hear everything!”

The three of us masturbated together as I told them the way I got things going in the bathroom. I went on to describe how Valerie’s mom came to my room afterward. She had watched me play with myself for a minute or so, then came and sat on my bed. My reticent housemate was still naked from her shower as she explained all the reasons what was happening was bad, bordering on evil. This devout woman only hesitated for a moment when I asked her to suck my nipples while I masturbated. Her naked flesh against mine made it nearly impossible not to cum too quickly.

“That’s so crazy,” Valerie moaned as she leaned over and sucked on one of my nipples just like her mother had earlier that day.

Gary moved so that he could dangle his balls over my face. I happily licked and sucked his nutsack for him while he stroked nice and slow. After a couple minutes they backed off so that I could tell the rest of my story. I explained how I put my toy aside and began touching Vera everywhere I could reach and telling her how good her pussy tasted and how exciting it was to fuck her with my tongue. The heat built until I felt she was ready. It only took a little pressure to move her head down to my belly, where she kissed and nuzzled my soft tummy. After that, she worked her way lower all on her own.

It started with a few tentative kisses above and to the sides, but soon she was running her lips along my womanly slit. I wanted to shove my cunt in her face, but I controlled myself as best as I could and encouraged her with little moans. At her own pace, my mature first-timer parted my outer lips and ventured within. It was divine. She was even more unsure than Gary had been the first time he licked my pussy, but it didn’t take her long to find a few techniques that worked for both of us.

“There’s no way my mom ate your pussy out,” Valerie said even though she knew it was true.

“Your mom is a horny bitch, just like her daughter.” I picked up my pace again, knowing that the two of them were getting close. “Your mother sucked me off. She licked my clit, and fingered my hole. Your mom tasted my cunt and loved it. She couldn’t get enough. I came three times on her face and she lapped up every drop of me.”

“Did you two sixty-nine it?” Gary asked, getting ready to blow his load into my mouth.

“We did. Valerie’s sweet mother rode my face like a nasty whore. She begged me to make her cum with my slutty tongue.”

“Did you lick her ass?” Valerie wanted to know. She inserted a third finger into her tight hole and eagerly awaited my answer. “Please tell me you sucked my mom’s asshole…”

“I didn’t.” I paused with a naughty smirk on my face. “I thought it would be better if her daughter was the first one to tongue fuck her virgin ass.”

“God, no! No fucking way!” Her hand was pounding into her pussy like crazy. “I’ll never do anything like that with my own mother.” Valerie’s head lolled back as she passionately molested herself amidst her false denials. “I’m not going to have sex with my mom. Even if she spreads her ass and pussy for me and shoves it all in my face. Oh, God! I can’t do it! I can’t suck my mom’s cunt! I can’t!” Her orgasm began to overtake her. “No matter how much I want to…I can’t ever eat my mom’s cunt.”

“Oh yes you will, young lady. You’re going to eat your mother’s fuck hole and we’re all going to be there to see it. Me, Gary, and your brother.”

“No!” she wailed. “Not Cris!”

“Yes! He’ll be jacking his cock while you swallow your mother’s cum right in front of him.”

That finally did the trick.

“Ooooooh, fuck!” Valerie came up off the bed, thrusting her hips upward and pushing her fingers as deep as she could while her pussy contracted violently around them.

“So fucking hot, Mom…uhhh…” Gary leaned in and I opened my mouth just in time to catch his thick load.

The taste of my boy’s jizz and the sight of his girlfriend frigging herself like mad to the idea of sucking off her own mother sent me over the edge. Hearing me cum prompted Valerie to renew her efforts and she rubbed out a second orgasm right on the heels of her first. As soon as the aftershocks subsided, she lunged at me and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I wasn’t sure if she wanted to taste Gary’s cum or get another sample of her mother’s intimate flavor. Whichever she was after, I was more than happy to let this sexy teen girl have her way with me.

As the two of us made out, and Gary went down began alternating between tonguing his girlfriend’s pussy and his mother’s, I decided it was time to put my plan into high gear.

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The sexual tension in the apartment was almost palpable, but it wasn’t until a couple days later that Cris and I found ourselves alone. As soon as I knew we had the place to ourselves, I stripped naked and went out to the living room where he was playing Gary’s Xbox. He was initially surprised to see me completely nude, but a smile slowly came to his face as his army man in the video game got his head blown off.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about that naughty thing we did the other day,” I said as I tweaked a nipple.

“Yeah, uh…me too…”

“I know I’m just a crazy old lady to you, and that you can have any girl in school that you want, but I was wondering if you could do me a little favor and fuck me. You have no idea how horny I get sometimes, and my pussy is just dying for a nice hard cock.”

“Really? You and me?”

“Really.” I turned, bent over, and spread my pussy lips. “Look how wet I am. I need a cock real bad and I want it to be yours. Please, Cris, I promise it won’t take long. You’ll be able to get right back to your game.”

He tossed the game controller aside and came toward me, his bulge already showing. “But what if someone comes home?”

“Mmm, that would be exciting, wouldn’t it?” I went to him and pulled his shirt off over his head. “My son already knows how attracted I am to you, so he wouldn’t be surprised to walk in and find his best friend balls deep in his mother’s cunt.” I undid his jeans and pulled them down for him. “And I had a long talk with your mom the other day.” I rubbed Cris’ hard-on through his boxer-briefs. “I told her how I wanted you to make love to me. She confessed that she wanted to do the same with Gary.”

“My mother would never say something like that. She…she…” He became distracted when I pulled down his underwear and let his cock hit my cheek.

“Your mother is very open with me about her secrets…especially right after I make her cum with my mouth.” I licked the pre-cum from the tip of his dick.

“You shouldn’t say such dirty things about my mother, even if they are made up.” He struggled to focus as I sucked on the head of his cock. “She is a good woman and, aaaah mm…she’s not like that.”

“Not like me, you mean?” I took half his erection into my mouth and slowly drew back. “Your mom is a saint, is that it?”

“Yes…” He put his hand on my head and moaned as I ran my tongue across and around his balls. “She is devoted to the bible…and the Virgin Mary…and the church…She would be very angry with me for committing these sins with you.”

I turned my head and tickled the underside of his balls before leaning back and looking up at him. “Cris, go get my phone for me. It’s there on the counter.” I watched his dick bounce as he went and came back. I navigated to what I wanted to show him and handed my phone back.

He looked at the screen and his knees literally buckled.

“That’s…that’s…”

“That’s your sainted mother between my legs with her face buried in my pussy. Turns out your mom loves eating cunt, and she’s quite good at it if you must know.” I began stroking him. “I think you’ll like the next one.”

He moved to swipe but hesitated, his hand shaking. I peeled his foreskin back and playfully bit the tip of his cock. He went to the next picture. The look on his face was priceless. I’ll bet when he woke up this morning he wasn’t expecting to see his mother with her legs in the air spreading her pussy and ass wide open. He swiped again, which meant he was looking at a close up of his mom’s coochie from behind while she fingered her own asshole.

I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft. “Your mother said it was okay if I fucked you, as long as she could fuck Gary.” That conversation hadn’t actually taken place yet, but it would.

“I can’t believe it.” He swiped back through the images, then went through them again more slowly. “This doesn’t seem possible.”

“Did you ever think this was possible?” I took his cock all the way down my throat. He sucked in a breath as my nose tickled along the fringe of his pubic hair. I pulled back and smiled up at my soon to be lover. “All those times you jerked off while fantasizing about me, did you ever think it was possible that you would really be in my mouth some day? Or that I’d let you put your cock deep inside my pussy?”

“It was you,” he managed to say as I used my tongue to toy with his balls. “You forced my mom to do those things. You tricked her.”

“Your sweet mother tells me I’m the devil when I’m sucking on her fat clit, or when we’re grinding our cunts together and she’s about to orgasm.” I grabbed his taut ass and gave it a nice squeeze. “I won’t deny trying everything I could to tempt her into doing those things with me, just as I tempted you into letting me swallow your cock.” I fellated his erection for a few moments to drive home the argument in my defense. “But you only gave in because you wanted it as much as me. And that goes for your mother as well. She wanted to spread her legs for me. She wanted to ride my face and cum in my mouth. She wanted to eat my cunt and suck my tits. I may be the devil, but you two have been very willing sinners.”

I turned away from him and went down on all fours there on the living room carpet. I wiggled my rump invitingly, then set my knees wider apart so he could see how open and easily accessible my most private holes were to him.

Cris looked from my lewd mating stance to the crude pictures of the pious woman who raised him. His expression was a mix of lust and denial.

“I’ll send those to you,” I assured him. “And I can get more if you want. Maybe one with my son’s cum all over her face. Would you like that?”

“No!” he roared and threw the phone at the couch. “You sick fucking whore! That’s my mother!”

I was afraid I’d overplayed my hand and ruined everything.

Cris came at me with a fierceness I’ve never seen in him before. I prepared myself for the pain of his angry fist striking me, knowing that I deserved whatever retribution he chose to punish me with. Instead of beating me, he dropped down, grabbed my hips, and rammed his cock forcefully into my cunt!

It hurt and I screamed out in pain. He pulled back and slammed into me again. Once more I screamed as his cock mercilessly stabbed into me, but I didn’t do anything to escape or stop his assault.

“You filthy whore!” he bellowed, punctuating this accusation with another brutal thrust. “First your son defiles my little sister with his dirty prick.” A hard smack landed on my ass cheek and the sting of it elicited a sobbing whimper from me. “Then you corrupt my good mother with your lesbian perversions.” He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head up.

“Yes!” I cried. “My son fucked your sister! I fucked your mother!”

“And now it’s your turn to get fucked!” Cris began railing into me with a relentless fury. “You trapped me with your whore tricks. Tempted me with your tits in tight little shirts, and your ass in nothing but panties. Is this what you wanted, whore? You happy now? Fucking whore!”

To any observer, the scene that was playing out would look like a rape. And it would be rape if I it wasn’t exactly what I’d hoped for. The mix of pain and pleasure from Cris’ vicious attack brought about a kind of fear I’d never known before – a fear that somehow brought the act of fucking to a place I hadn’t ever experienced before. He smacked my bare ass again, bringing me to focus my mind on the sexual onslaught I was being subjected to.

“I am a whore!” I acknowledged shamelessly. “Fuck me like the whore I am!” He renewed his impassioned violation of my pussy, jarring my entire body violently each time he smashed himself into me. “I’m going to tell your mother what you did to me and it’s going to turn her on so much that she’s going to masturbate her cunt while I tell her the story of how her son fucked me…of how you raped me and filled me with your cum.”

“Shut up!”

“Your mother is going to shove her fingers into her cunt and think of you…imagine it’s your cock inside her…while she prays that someday her son will rape her like this…”

“No!” His denial was accompanied with even deeper penetration of my already ravaged pussy.

“You want to fuck your mom, Cris! You want to fuck your sister! I know you do! Stop lying to yourself.”

“Shut your whore mouth!”

I felt him reach around and clamp his hand on my throat. The fear shifted to a new level. My heart was already beating too fast to go any faster. I tried to take in a breath, but couldn’t. Too far. I’d gone much too far, and now it was too late to pull back. I struggled, but my assailant was much stronger. This was it. It would be called a crime of passion in the news, and poor Cris would spend the best years of his life in prison. Strangely, the only thought that came to me in what I was sure were going to be my last moments was whether I’d be able to cum before I died.

Suddenly he let go of my throat and pulled out of me. I heard a feminine gasp that wasn’t my own as I sucked air into my burning lungs. Warm wetness began falling on the backs of my thighs and my ass. Cris was cumming. Another few seconds and I would have been doing the same.

“What the fuck, Cris?”

I looked up to see who was speaking. Valerie and my son were standing in the doorway. She was aghast, Gary stood behind her smiling as he took in the scene.

I pushed a sweat-soaked stand of hair out of my face. “You two are home early.” Cris’ jizz trickled down over my skin where I was sure there’d be bruises tomorrow. “Don’t mind us, we were just having a friendly little fuck.”

Cris jumped up, and without a word ran to his room and slammed the door. I angled my ass toward Valerie.

“If you ever wanted to know what your brother’s cum tastes like…here’s your chance.”

Valerie’s eyes went to my sperm-covered ass. She looked at Gary, silently seeking his permission. My son looked at me and chuckled, then nudged his girlfriend forward and closed the door behind him before any of the neighbors could see the debauchery that was about to take place.

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Learning Curves

As I slipped a second finger into my sister’s asshole, I could hardly believe we were doing this, much less that she seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. It started with Jess acting weird. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me her boyfriend wanted to have anal sex, but that she was too afraid. I told her that I’d tried it before and how it could be good if you know how to do it right. This got her even more freaked out and she begged me to tell her what exactly that meant. I explained the mistakes I’d made and what I’d do differently if I had it to do over. She had a million questions and only got more stressed when I couldn’t give her the exact details in a way she could understand. Finally, out of frustration, I blurted, “Do you just want me to show you?” I didn’t really mean it, but when she said yes, it turned me on in a way I hadn’t expected.

Me and Jess shared a room ever since we were little. We were naked in front of each other all the time and it was no big deal. When I started sprouting hair down there and my boobs began to come in, Jess was very curious and I’d let her inspect the changes my body was going through. Only a year later, I was inspecting her development, and we often compared ourselves without any reservation. Not long after that, my little sister heard me masturbating in the dark when I thought she was asleep. She asked me what I was doing and I showed her the wonderful new trick that I’d discovered. After that it wasn’t unusual for us to masturbate around each other, and we often did it together either side-by-side or face-to-face. Sometimes we would cuddle together in bed at night when it was cold or during a scary storm. Usually we just hugged and snuggled, but sometimes I would tickle her nipples or she would rub my butt. That was about as sexual as we ever got together.

Before I had a chance to tell my sister I wasn’t serious about my offer, Jess had her pants and panties off before I knew it and was lying on my bed with her butt in the air. It seemed weird, but also perfectly natural. I spread her butt cheeks and spit on her perfect little virgin asshole. She squealed in fear as I gently worked a finger into her. She was so tight! I couldn’t imagine a cock fitting in there. I slowly worked my sister’s hole while she moaned. I was surprised when she asked for me to stick another finger in there. I could tell this hurt her a little, but she made me keep going. My surprise turned to shock when she began masturbating while if fingered her ass. Watching each other was one thing, but this was something else.

It felt so cool when Jess made herself cum and I could feel her ring of muscles tighten and spasm around my fingers. She said it was one of the best orgasms she’d ever had. She was all giddy and silly after that and said she wanted to do it to me. I said no way, but she wrestled me down onto the bed and after a couple minutes of screaming, struggling, and hair pulling she managed to rip my panties down and get a finger shoved into my asshole. I gave in at that point and let myself enjoy the sensation of my little sister butt fucking me. I wasn’t able to resist playing with my pussy like she had, and soon I was having my own mind-blowing orgasm.

After lying around like a couple of limp noodles and talking more about the ins and outs of anal sex, we got in the shower together. Once we were all lathered up, it was inevitable that we’d end up in a naked hug, each of us reaching around behind the other and inserting a soapy finger so we could enjoy the new trick we’d discovered together. We rubbed our slippery tits and sudsy mounds together as we violated one another’s backside holes. I had three more orgasms during that shower, and my sister had at least that many. I was pretty sure we’d be cuddling together in the same bed later that night, but not because it was cold or there being a scary storm. I couldn’t wait to find out what we discovered next!

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Hard Lessons

For prpldrgn, winner of the final caption contest.

I made it very clear to my daughter from the time she was a little girl that she wasn’t allowed in that room. I run a very strict household, as her mother will attest, and so when I caught Sophie snooping around in my private room, taking in my collecting of riding crops, inspecting the various sets of manacles I’d collected over the years, and handling a few of the dozens of varied dildos on display I knew I had to teach her a lesson. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but in this case it punished the pussy. Sophie wept when she realized she’d been caught, but I intended to give her good reason to cry. She resisted at first, but soon her pants were down around her ankles and she was across my lap. I let her have the first few spanks with her thin little pink panties on, then I pulled those down, too. I used my hand judiciously to bring her pink bottom to a bright red, delivering a few sharp smacks to her exposed vulva to drive the message home that she was not to be in my special room.

It was only three days later that her mother reported that she’d found our daughter in my room astride my low buck humping herself wantonly against the hard leather surface. Apparently the lesson hadn’t been learned after all. This time I took a different approach. I stripped her mother down to nothing and bound her wrists and ankles to my St. Andrews cross, then called Sophie into the room. She was shocked to see her mom naked and spread-eagle upon my most prized apparatus. I explained that for her self-indulgent transgression that I wasn’t going to take it out on her this time, but that her mother would receive the punishment for her daughter’s disobedience. Sophie watched in anguish as I mercilessly paddled her mother’s bare ass, then cruelly striped her back with a series of different whips. When my daughter tearfully asked me to stop torturing her mother, I instead made the insubordinate child watch while I strangled my wife’s large breasts with tight ropes and dripped hot wax on them. Her mother’s screams brought the poor girl to her knees as she promised through mournful sobs never to violate the sanctity of my private room again.

The message seemed to have gotten through, and Sophie respected my rules for the next couple months. Then, late one evening, I had my wife dangling in the air face down in the sling while I fucked her from behind, and I looked up to see my daughter at the doorway peeking in at us. She quickly took her hand from between her legs when she saw me looking, but I knew what she was up to. I put aside the pinwheel I’d been casually running over my wife’s reddened ass cheeks, pulled my hard cock from her mom’s wet cunt, and signaled for Sophie to come into the room. She was scared, but also eager. It was obvious to me that a simple punishment wasn’t the solution. This problem was going to take a whole new way of thinking to resolve.

I had my daughter strip naked. I inspected her body and liked what I saw. Her eyes couldn’t stay away from my erection whenever it was in view. I was well aware of the proscription against sex with one’s offspring, but she was my daughter, which meant I owned her. She was mine to do with as I pleased. I ordered Sophie to go to her mother’s closet and find the sluttiest pair of shoes she could, put them on, and return to my private chamber. While she was gone I went to where my wife was hanging and slid my cock into her whimpering mouth and told her what I proposed to do. She nodded her assent as I pushed deeper into her throat.

This is how my daughter found us when she returned atop a pair of sleek back heels. She watched with fascination as I gagged her mother with my cock before withdrawing and letting her breathe. I selected a leather collar from a drawer and affixed it around Sophie’s neck. “If you can’t behave like a respectful daughter, then we will have to treat you like a disobedient pet.” I clipped a chain leash to the collar and commanded my girl down onto all fours. Her whole body was shaking – with excitement or fear, I could not tell. I tugged on the leash and walked her around the room. “While in this house,” I explained to her, “you are no longer a girl, you are an animal. When you come home, you will immediately take off all your clothes and put on your collar. Once the collar is on, you are no longer permitted to walk, but instead must move about on all fours like the filthy beast that you are.” I surveyed the rack of equipment and selected a set of cuffs and chains. “You will then find me or your mother so that we may decide what accessories you deserve for the remainder of the day.” I attached the cuffs to ankles and wrists, limiting her movements and paraded her around in front of her mother for her opinion. My wife’s gaze took in our daughter in all her naked glory for the first time, a lacivious smile playing across her lips. I expected her to balk at using our girl in this manner, but my games over the years have apparently rendered my former beauty queen as depraved as I. My wife’s eyes went to the walnut cabinet in the corner. “Yes,” I agreed in response to her silent suggestion. “Quite right, my dear.”

I led Sophie to the cabinet. “As our pet, you will do anything you are told. If you don’t obey, you will be punished.” A demonstration was in order. “Now, sit up!” She dropped back onto her haunches and held her “paws” up before her. Quick learner. I stepped close, placing my erect cock only inches from her face. “Lick,” I commanded. She hesitated, looking up at me with uncertainty. I gave her left titty a hard slap. She yelped when she felt the sting on her puffy nipple, and quickly began licking the head and shaft of my cock. “Good, now Daddy’s balls.” My daughter ducked her head lower and complied with my demand, tonguing my clean-shaven scrotum front, sides, and bottom. She was beginning to understand the scope of what I had in mind for her from now on.

I plucked the item I was after from the cabinet and walked my pet back to where her mother was suspended. I helped my wife from the sling and gave her a moment to restore circulation to all her limbs. After a whispered exchange, I moved back in front of my new pet with my wife at my side. “Sit up. Good, girl.” Her mother began stroking my cock in front of our pet’s face. When I was close to reaching climax, I ordered, “Open your mouth.” Once again there was a look of reservation on her face, and once again she received a sharp tit slap to prompt her compliance. Sophie opened her mouth wide. “Don’t swallow,” I warned her moments before her mom pumped my load of semen onto her tongue.

Once I was spent, my wife held her hand out and our pet spit my cum into her palm. The two of us then went around behind. “On all fours,” her mother directed. It gave me a pleasant thrill to hear that. I’d only ever seen my wife as my submissive. I’d never seen her take a dominant role, as she was with our new pet. Sophie’s mother began smearing my cum over her daughter’s asshole. “What are–” Her mom’s resounding bare-handed smack on her little rump quickly shut her up. Once her asshole was well lubricated with my semen, I carefully inserted the item I’d taken from the cabinet. Our little daughter-pet wailed in pain throughout the insertion. In time she would learn to relax and accept whatever we put into any of her holes.

I stood back and admired my creation. My wife was right, the addition of the anal plug with the long tail completed the effect to perfection. I took her for another stroll around the room – the room that was no longer off limits to my little pet.

The perverse glimmer in my wife’s eye didn’t escape me as we returned to her. I handed the least over. “You look as though you’d like a turn with our new toy.” She walked Sophie across the room and back, then ordered her to sit up, as I had earlier. My wife then turned around, backed up to our daughter-pet’s face, spread her own ass cheeks, and spoke the command, “Lick.” Sophie pulled back. “Bad girl,” her mother barked and yanked on the leash, pulling the girl’s head forward. The dreamy smile on my wife’s face indicated our pet was doing as told. I stepped up and began sucking on her fat nipples and fingering her bald pussy. It didn’t take long before my wife was cumming with her daughter’s tongue up her asshole. I wondered if Sophie was regretting her intrusion into my private sanctum yet. If she was, that regret would only become more intense because this was just the beginning. If she was getting what she wanted, then things were only going to get more interesting as time went on.

The next day when Sophie arrived home from school she did just as she was supposed to. She stripped naked in the foyer and donned the collar that was waiting there for her. She then sought me out. I took her to the room and outfitted her with the black heels, a set of nipple clamps, and (of course) her tail. My wife and I thoroughly enjoyed the new arrangement. Life was much more fun with a pet than with a daughter. A few times a week, I’d arrive home to find our toy lapping at my wife’s cunt. As often as not I’d join them, sliding my cock into my pet’s wet pussy. My dear wife had absolutely no qualms about me fucking our daughter-pet and frequently requested that I do so while she watched and pleasured herself with one of her many large toys. Sophie clearly enjoyed being our sex pet, and often misbehaved on purpose so that she could discover what new forms of punishment her owners would devise for her.

If fact, this is exactly what her mother and I are trying to determine at this very moment. Earlier this evening my wife put Sophie’s dinner bowl down on the kitchen floor. Instead of eating, our pet defiantly lifted her leg and piddled all over the floor. We rubbed her nose in the puddle and spanked her with a rolled up newspaper, but that wasn’t enough. Our naughty little pet clearly wanted to be taught a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

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Baiting My Brother

I was recently asked a question that really got me thinking. If I were to seduce my brother today, how would I go about it?

Not to be a spoil-sport, but I need to say right off the top that I have no intention of attempting to have sex with my brother. I say this in a futile effort to avoid a rash of messages telling me I should put this plan into action. As I’ve said before, I’m not willing to put my marriage, or his, in jeopardy in exchange for the sake of a kinky thrill. Between my husband and my writing, my pussy is already getting all the action she needs to be content. Now, if it should happen that we both somehow end up single at some point in the near future, I’ll reconsider. If, however, I had no regard for my wedding vows or the stability of Nick’s family, here’s what I’m thinking I’d do…

For starters, being the kind of person I am, I’d have to take things slow. If real life were a porno, I could just show up at his house one day, drop my panties, and say, “Wanna fuck?” Of course his answer would be, “Hell, yeah!” and we’d merrily go to pound town together on his kitchen floor without a second thought. While that’s certainly an option, the risk factor is well beyond what I’m willing to chance, and I’m more than certain I don’t have the balls to attempt anything even close to that.

The way I’d start it would be to test the waters in very gradual stages. I’d want to know with some confidence that he would respond positively to any advances I might make. I would be devastated if he rejected me, and probably too embarrassed to face him after coming on to him sexually only to be shot down. First I’d start dressing sexier when I knew I was going to see him. Nothing too overt, but I’d choose my wardrobe such that it would allow me the option to show off to him whenever the opportunity allowed, but remain otherwise conservative when anyone was around. For example, a short skirt that might ride up by accident, or a loose blouse that could hang open if I happened to lean over in front of him. I’d carefully watch to see what his reaction was to these incidental flashes of sister-flesh was. If he was happy to help himself to a peek rather than avert his eyes, this would prompt me to move to phase 2.

The next thing I’d have to do is find a way to spend time with him alone. This would be tricky. One idea is that I would have to use one of Nick’s hobbies that doesn’t involve his wife. What I came up with was golf. I could tell him that I want to learn to play. I’d ask if he could teach me, but not tell anyone because it was going to surprise my husband if I got good at it (which I wouldn’t). We could meet up at a local course once every week or two after he got out of work. I’d tell Dave I had joined some new club or was going to a women-only gym. I’d use the time on the course to get a little flirty with my brother, and do a bit more showing off in tight shorts and tops. Maybe even forget my bra on occasion.

After the driving range or a quick 9 holes, I’d do my best to maneuver him into the club house for a beer or two where we could talk. Over time I would carefully introduce topics that were more and more intimate. Again, I’d be careful to gauge his reaction to these conversational gambits. Does he try to change the subject, fidget and clam up, or engage with me and encourage further discussion along such provocative lines? I wouldn’t try anything too explicit out of the gate. Maybe get him to swap stories about any wild college experiences. Perhaps ask about girlfriends he had before getting married. And probably mention something I saw in the news or on Facebook that has a sexual element to it.

If he went along with this, I’d loosen up the joking and sexual innuendo. We can be fairly open around each other now, but sexy banter between us is very much the exception, not the rule – especially one-on-one. Assuming he plays along, I would work in more personal things. I might fill him in on how and when I lost my virginity, or tell him about the time I walked in on my roommate masturbating (I didn’t), or confess how my sex drive seems to be getting stronger as I get older (it is).

My hope would be that he’d respond in kind, and talk with me about similarly private aspects of his life. If nothing else, having Nick talk about his sexual experiences with me would be enough to fuel my masturbation fantasies for a couple decades. When I felt it was safe, I’d go even deeper. I’d admit to finding our father’s porn stash and maybe mention how I’d sneak out to the garage on occasion and spend some “alone time” looking at his dirty magazines and books. I’d hint around about sometimes looking at porn online, working it into the conversation in the form of a little joke here and there. I’d also be sure to look for any excuse to touch him. A lingering pat on the shoulder, helping him get the ketchup off his lip, or fixing his mussed up hair for him. Of course, I’d only say and do these sorts of things after a beer or two, allowing me to blame the alcohol if I got myself into trouble.

I thought about using text messages and/or email to supplement my flirtation, but there would be too much danger leaving evidence like that for either of our spouses to find. As tempting as it is, most of the people getting caught misbehaving are undone because of their phone or computer. With everything going to plan, I’d wait for just the right time and tell him that I wrote an erotic story that I posted online. If he wanted to see it, I’d direct him to some site where I had uploaded it under a new alias. I’d either write something new, or use a version of “Coming Out to Play.” Upon receiving a positive response, I’d tell him I’d also written a “taboo” story but was afraid to post it. Ideally, he’d encourage me to put it on the web (mostly because he’s secretly dying to read it). The story would be something fairly neutral to our situation so as not to be too blatant about what I was up to. Maybe a nice sister/sister story where the first initials of the girls’ names would be N and R (matching Nick and Rachael).

Once I’d gotten favorable feedback from him on the incest story, I’d probably teasingly ask him if he jerked off to it. Not sure if he’d confess to this, but I wouldn’t press him too hard on it knowing that he had most likely beat his dick like a rented mule while reading his little sister’s filthy story. I’d then let Nick know that I’d gotten a lot of requests from readers for a brother/sister story, but I’d feel weird about writing something like that and would want his blessing before attempting a story that hit that close to home. Hopefully he’d push for more details, and I’d explain that I had a weird crush on him when we were teens. My mission at that point would to be to get some sort of confirmation from him that he had any kind of sexual interest in me back then.

At this point, everything has all been slowly developing over the course of several months at the minimum. Maybe golf season is over by now and I’ve wormed my way onto his co-ed darts team. Whatever the case, if everything feels right, I’ll hit the fruity girl-drinks harder than usual during one of our get-togethers. While we’re saying our goodbyes in the parking lot, I’ll step up close to him and ask, “Can I try something?” Before he can answer, I’ll go up on my tippy-toes and kiss him on the lips. But not a sister kiss. A nice, long, sexy, “I want you” kiss.

If I need an explanation, I’ll tell him that I always wanted to know what it would feel like to kiss him like that, and that it was much better than I imagined. After that, I would pretty much leave it up to him to move things forward. If he hadn’t taken the lead by then, this would be the full steam ahead signal from me. I wouldn’t play any games with him. If he kept things between us at the level they were, I’d go along with that. If he tried to seduce me, I’d let him. If he shoved me in the backseat of his SUV and wanted to fuck me there on the spot, I’d spread my legs and hand my pussy over to him to do with as he pleased. Knowing my brother, he’d be more gentlemanly than that. Part of the thrill for me would be to see how he went about crossing that line with me. I could definitely go for a bit of seduction – something I don’t think I’ll be able to experience again in my romantic life.

I don’t believe I have a preference between a brief affair versus a prolonged siblings-with-benefits arrangement, but I’d be happy either way. Just being able to know what it’s like to fuck and suck my brother’s cock, to make him jerk off for me while I watch, and to taste his cum would more than satisfy me for years to come (and come, and come).

Okay, so it’s far from being the boldest plan, but with my personality it’s the best I can imagine myself doing in real life. Taking it slow would give me plenty of chances to bail if he wasn’t picking up what I was putting down. Also, using alcohol and humor would provide a cover to safely pull back from any comments or actions that he felt were inappropriate.

And, whether he went for me or not, I’d always have my fantasies and a fat dildo with his name on it!

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