The Dirty Daughter’s Garage Tales 2

The Dirty Daughter’s Garage Tales, Ch. 2
by KwikSylvia

Rachael – August 16, 1996

Seven days after I first tasted my dad, the first time he touched me in a sexual way, I was in my room, on my bed, thinking about what might happen next. We hadn’t had the chance to look at all the pictures from the Club magazine I’d grabbed from the convenience store on the east side of town, and he started locking his garage, so I didn’t have access.

I was strangely okay with all that. I had my memories and my fantasies, and six orgasms in one day, well, I was kind of satisfied.

But now, a week later, I was looking for a little more.

How much more? I wasn’t sure.

I knew I couldn’t push my dad too far too fast. To think, first he catches me, and I’m all shy and stuff. And months later, I’m the one seducing him, making him break his own promise to himself, and then the touching. And what I did. And all the things I said, out loud.

But I guess I was getting comfortable with him, comfortable enough to show him how absolutely filthy I could get. And since he was my dad, and as filthy as me, it all worked out.

Still, what I did with this cum? I’d wanted it all over me, not just my tits, and so I’d smeared it into my pubic hair, across my belly, all the way up to my face because in the end, I wanted it on my face and in my mouth.

All that cum, and yeah, I’d tasted him. I’d tasted my own father’s cum and I wanted more. I wasn’t sure how much more. It wasn’t like I wanted him to fuck me in the ass, and I didn’t think he’d really put his cock in my pussy, but I wanted to keep jerking off with him and slowly, let him touch me more, and I would touch him more, and we’d kiss.

Thinking about that kiss, thinking about how wild I’d been in front of him, forced a tingle through my body and it swirled around my chest, making it hard to breath, around my belly, giving me butterflies, and then it all centered between my legs.

Mom and Dad weren’t home, and I thought maybe, maybe, I could get into the garage through an open window. Or maybe he’d left either the main door or the side door unlocked. He kept his motorcycle in there, but not many people would steal that hunk of junk.

I changed into sweats and a t-shirt, braless, and went down the steps and out the door to the detached garage. I had the right clothes on, so if anyone came in, I could get dressed quick. No more getting caught, not by my dad, though that wouldn’t be so bad, but definitely not by my mom or my brother.

I had fantasies about Nick, but it was clear he wasn’t into his kid sister. He hardly even talked to me.

I tried the back door, and like I thought, it was locked. I went around to the big door, and wouldn’t you know, it opened up. I closed it behind me, but didn’t know how to lock it, so I left the door as it was.

It had been a hot day, and inside the garage it was stifling, which would make it better. I’d start sweating, and then my pussy juices would start dropping, and my armpits. My own smells would mingle with the aromas of the garage, the oil, the rusted metal, the sawdust and old tools.

I quickly walked to the workbench, and underneath, slowly slid out the magazine. I opened it to the first model, my heart pounding and my lungs struggling as my head spun. I loved getting that horny, where I was inches away from losing control.

My hands slid down my sweats, but it wasn’t going to be enough. I wanted to be naked. I wasn’t sure when my parents would be home, but I knew my brother was out for the night.

I got my sweats off and kicked them way. The hot air felt so good on my naked ass and thighs, but then I spread my legs and slid a finger down through my lips, feeling how wet I was, and the throbbing of my clit, waking up and swelling up.

It was playtime.

I didn’t hear the car drive up, and I didn’t hear the footsteps. My breathing was too loud and I was so focused on the naked girl in front of me, a blond girl with a golden pussy and a crooked smile. Her tits had huge puffy nipples that rose from generous scoops of flesh. What would it be like to suck on those puffy tits to get to the nipples? What would her cunt smell like?

All those thoughts were crammed into my head.

I didn’t hear my mom.

The big garage door rolled back on squeaking hinges, and there I was, naked from the waist down, a porn magazine spread across a milk carton, and my fingers between my legs.

So like the first time I got caught.

This time, though, it was my mom who did the catching.

She closed the garage door behind her and stepped inside.

“So,” she said. “Like father, like daughter.”

She let out a sigh.

Mom was in her forties back then, a little thick around the middle, but in fairly good shape. She’d always been chesty, which gave me hope, but wore mom jeans and baggy tops to hide a lot of her body. She could’ve worn clothes to accentuate her natural curves, but she didn’t. Mom had her long hair, which she had pulled back, and not a lot of make-up. She was busy taking care of the house and us and a little side business selling air and water filters for a network marketing company. She was your typical, busy mom.

Or so I thought.

I reached for my sweats. “Sorry, God, Mom, I’m sorry.” I pulled them to me and tried to get a foot in, but it got stuck in the material. I pulled and heard the leg tear. Still, I got them on and covered up my pussy.

“Easy, Rachael, it’s okay,” Mom said. “It’s not like I can punish you or your father. Maybe it’s my fault.”

I froze. What was she talking about? It wasn’t just catching me masturbating in the garage, no, something else was going on.

“Your fault?” I asked.

She sighed. “I get so wrapped up in all the day-to-day stuff, I forget your father has needs. Or that I have needs in that way. If I’d been a better wife, maybe last week, last Friday night, wouldn’t have happened.”

I remembered the screen door slamming. So she had seen.

“How much did you see?” I asked, trembling. Inside, I was dying, my stomach shrinking into a prune.

“I heard more than I saw,” she said. “You and him, talking dirty, so dirty. Funny, I wasn’t so much mad, though I was pissed, but I felt more left out. That you and him got to have fun and I wasn’t invited. And then I tried to put it out of my mind, to pretend it never happened, but I kept hearing what you said, and picturing it. Then I got…” she couldn’t finish. I noticed her face flushing down from cheeks all the way down her neck.

“You got what?” My question came out as a murmur.

“Turned on a little,” she finished. I glanced down, and inside her shirt, under her bra, her nipples were rising, two little circles. She must have thick nipples like me.

The air in the garage, so hot, so smelly from me and the grime, took on a different atmosphere. I felt the shift. What was going to happen?

“Then I got jealous, that you were doing things I’d wanted to do, back when I was your age. Maybe it runs in the family, I don’t know. But I had those desires.” She let out a long breath. “Incest desires. What the hell? Where does it come from?”

“I don’t know,” I said in a small voice. “Mine started with Nick, and then kind of moved to Dad, but I was never going to act on them. What happened here, in the garage, that first time, was just kind of an accident. Do you really have fantasies about Grandpa?”

She walked over, her simple flats smacking on the cracked concrete. I could feel her body heat, her closeness, as we stood at the workbench, the magazine still open in front of us.

“I did have fantasies about my father,” Mom said. “Grandpa, your grandmother even, Esther and John. I felt so guilty. I tried to turn off my sexuality, in high school, in college, and then it exploded. My first job, at the Hightower’s garage, as a secretary, I’d hit on older couples, and damn, you can’t imagine how many times these seemingly normal people would call me up.”

Mom took in a deep breath. “That smell. The garage smell, it brings me back. But I can’t talk to you about those times. I mean, they were great, but then I met your father, had Nick and you, and then it all felt like someone else’s life. And I was stuck in this one. I got what I wanted. I turned off my sex drive, almost by accident, you know?”

I didn’t. I couldn’t imagine it, but then my sex drive had taken over. I was doing things I shouldn’t and felt pulled along by the ride. But being out of control felt good, and doing what I did with my dad, felt safe. Yes, the convenience store was stupid, as was jilling off naked in the green space fort, where anyone could’ve found me, but I felt like I’d found a way to be wild, but in a safe way.

“Mom, do you want to…” I couldn’t finish. How could I ask my own mother to masturbate with me? With Dad, he had suggested it that first time, and I’d merely gone along.

Mom colored, her eyes went wide, her breath caught. “You mean, now? Here? The two of us?”

I licked at my dry lips, my mouth felt so dry. “Yeah, when Daddy and I first did it, it was out here. He caught me. Like you did. So, maybe we could do it together too. And we can follow his rules.”

“What are his rules?” Mom asked.

“No touching each other. We can look, but no touching. And we can talk really dirty.” But could I talk dirty in front of my mom? She’d been so prim and proper. I couldn’t imagine talking about my wet cunt and slutty asshole in front of her. Then again, I couldn’t picture her seducing middle-aged couples in her twenties while she worked at a garage.

Mom turned to the workbench. “So, how does this work?”

I moved next to her. And dropped my sweats. I felt a little thrill as my naked pussy hair winked between my thighs. Mom glanced down and noticed. The thrill got bigger.

“We talk about the pictures, and which ones we like the best,” I said in a quaking voice.

Mom turned and gave me a long look. “But last week, your father did touch you. And I think he kissed you to. What do you think about him breaking his own rules?”

“I don’t mind,” I said. “But he does. He wants to stop, and I guess, I don’t want to. I love what we do out here. And I guess, I’d like to do it with you as well. It’s only fair.”

“You guess?” a smile quirked my mom’s lips.

Again, talking was hard because my heart was beating so fast. “I want to do it with you. To see you. You’re beautiful, Mom.”

“But you’re not going to call me Mom,” she said. “With your father, it was Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Are you going to call me Mommy?”

I nodded, feeling my pussy juices coating the inside of my thigh. “Yeah, Mommy, I wanna see how nasty you can be. Are you a nasty Mommy?”

And then my mom went all in. She raised both hands and touched her tits, fingering her big nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt. “I think I am. I’m getting hot. But you can’t possibly be turned on by my body. I’ve gained so much weight.”

I took the magazine and turned it to one of the models in the back, a thicker girl, older. “I really like this one. She has this kind of way of looking at the camera that’s so hot.” The woman had dark brown hair, like Mom’s, and while she was still model gorgeous, she looked more plain than the others.

Mom leaned over, seeing the face and the rolls of fat on the model, as she bent over. “Turn the page, sweetie. I want to see what her pussy looks like.”

I did, and hearing my mom say the word “pussy” made me want to come.

“When I was flirting with women at the garage,” Mom said, “I’d go home and think about what their pussies looked like. If they clipped the hair, or if they had hairy bushes. If they had think lips, or big flappers, and what kind of clit they had. Some of the women had clits that would poke out, when they were so turned on, right before I licked them. Other’s had clits deep under the hood, and I’d have to pull the pubic hair back, to stretch the hood back, so I could get at them. Oh, those women would come and come. And their husbands would stroke their cocks, getting so excited, looking at my pussy and ass. I’d be on all fours, so exposed, while I ate their wives’ cunts.”

My own nipples poked through the t-shirt and my hand reached down, to find my own clit, while my mother talked about licking others. She must be good at it. An image flashed of me spreading my pussy while my mom’s face bent down, mouth slightly open, eyes glazed with lust.

“Did you fuck them?” I asked breathless. “Did you fuck the husbands?” Saying the f-word felt so wrong in front of my mother. Then again, with what we were doing, it also felt so right.

“Sometimes. Sometimes I just sucked on their dicks and let them come in my mouth. We both like cum, Rachael.”

Her saying my name made it all seem so real and so exciting. “God, Mom, I have to play. I have to rub myself. Do you mind?”

“No, baby,” she said. “It’s why we’re out here. Do you want me to strip?”

I nodded, my voice clogged up in my throat. I was going to see her body. Would I be able to get close enough to smell her? I mean, really smell her?

She moved back and reached under her shirt and undid her bra. Her nipples still strained, wanting to be seen, licked, grabbed.

“No fair,” I said. “Shirts off.”

“You first,” Mom said.

“Gladly.” I took my little pink t-shirt and pulled it off, showing my little titties, my own nipples pink and thick. “Daddy, he said he liked my nipples. He said the boys would come just from looking at them.”

“And he came, looking at them. He came all over your tits.”

Mom dropped her bra to the floor. Her shirt was still on, covering the slope her tits, but they were so big, her nipples so big, I could see them. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.

“Oh, baby,” she murmured. “You have adorable breasts. Any guy would be lucky to get so close to them. Girls would too, trust me.”

“You like girls?” I asked.

Mom nodded. “And you do too, touching yourself while you look at pictures of naked women.”

“I like to see secret things,” I said. “Seeing them. Seeing Daddy’s cock. And his balls. They’re so big and hairy. I wanted to touch them, but he wouldn’t let me.”

“What about Mommy?” she asked. “Do you want to see Mommy’s secret places?”

Again my voice didn’t work. I nodded.

She pushed her jeans down, flung off her flats, and then pushed the jeans rest of the way off. They pooled at the bottom of her feet.

She turned, and I could see her pubic hair, a thick nest between her plump thighs. She was pushing those thighs together, and I knew, she wanted to touch herself.

“Now your shirt, Mommy,” I breathed.

“You want to see Mommy’s titties? I have big fat mommy titties, and they love being sucked on. Daddy likes to suck on them and fuck them. Does Mommy’s little girl want to see them?”

“Yes, Mommy,” I said. I couldn’t resist rubbing. My fingers went round and round on my clit. I could’ve come easily, but I stopped myself.

Mom pulled off her shirt and I saw her tits for the first time since I was little. They drooped a little, but that was okay. I loved how her brown areolas pebbled around her big, thick nipples, the size of my thumbs. She grabbed her nipples and pinched. “Oh, showing you my body is driving me insane.”

I fell down on my knees in front of her. Like with Daddy, we forgot all about the magazine.

I was right down at her feet, eye level with her hairy cunt.

“Show me more, Mommy,” I said. “I want to see more.”

Like with Daddy, I felt free now, free to show her my slutty side.

Mommy bent at the knees, stuck her hips out, parted her round thighs, and pulled apart her hair lips. I could see her clit, a knot of swirled skin above a meaty-lipped cunt, like the ones Daddy prefers. He’d married a woman who had the type of cunt he liked.

Mom then took her right hand and found her clit. “This is where Mommy rubs when Mommy wants to come. I’m so excited, showing my pussy to you. You want to see Mommy come?”

“Yes, Mommy,” I said, rubbing my own twat, so wet.

I took in a deep breath. “I can smell you, Mommy. I can smell your slutty cunt.”

Mom pulled on a nipple with her left hand, worked her clit with her right, and snarled at me. “That’s right, baby. That’s right. You smell Mommy’s slutty cunt. You smell her whore cunt while she makes herself come.”

I bent closer, rubbing my own pussy.

“I’m coming, baby. Rachael, baby, Mommy’s coming showing you’re her cunt. Can you smell it? Can you smell my cum?”

“Oh, fuck!” I couldn’t hold back. Her filthy talk and my own clit came together in an orgasm. I felt the rush and convulsion. I panted, eyes closed, riding the waves.

“Jesus, I’m watching my daughter come,” Mom said. “I’m coming, watching my daughter make her sweet little pussy come!”

I opened my eyes to watch her fall against the workbench, sweat dripping from her tits, down her face, her body slick with sweat. Her tits wobbled as her hand finished her off.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Oh, Rachael. Is it okay? The words I said, I can’t believe I said them. Am I horrible? Do you hate me?”

“Mommy,” I said, not wanting her to break the spell with her guilt. “I saw your tits and cunt, but I want to see your asshole. My favorite pictures in the magazines are when the women show their assholes to the camera.”

Mom didn’t pause. She turned and went down her knees, resting them in the pile of our clothes covering the cement of the garage floor.

“Okay, Rachael, okay. You want to see Mommy’s butt? Sometimes Daddy plays with it, but you know how much Daddy likes butts.”

I was on fire and my clit ready to send me to fifty more orgasms.

Mom bent over, resting her cheek on the floor, and pulled both hands back. There, above the meaty pussy, slippery with juices and coming, was the swirl of her butthole, so big, so crinkled.

I leaned over it, to look, to smell. I could smell her cunt and I could smell her ass, and while I guess I should’ve been disgusted, it smelled wonderful and forbidden.

I was back at my clit, rubbing. “It’s so big, Mommy. It’s so big and brown. Do you let Daddy fuck you in the ass?”

“Sometimes, baby, sometimes. But I will let him ass fuck me more now. I’ll let him fuck me much more now because he needs it.”

I was rubbing now, and fingering a tit, and breathing Mommy’s most intimate odors.

“Are you going to come again, looking at my asshole?” Mommy asked.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “I get so fucking horny. My pussy is slutty. Do you have a slutty pussy, too?”

Mom eased a finger into her asshole, moist from her sweat in the heat of the garage. Her other hand found her clit. “All my fuck holes are slutty, baby. All of Mommy’s fuck holes are slutty. My asshole and my cunthole.”

“Oh shit, Mom,” I said, calling her what I usually did. “You’re like Daddy and me. We’re the same. So fucking horny. I’m going to come.”

She sawed first one then two fingers into the tight pucker of her asshole, rubbing her pussy, while her big sweaty tits hung from her chest. “Oh, we are fucking horny. Oh, come, baby. Come with me.”

“I leaned forward, to rest my cheek against her ass cheek, to watch her fingers fuck her asshole, and my touch, my face so close to her butthole, triggered us both.

She let out a shriek and jammed a third finger in, as far as she could, into the depths of ass. And I watched the puckered ring pulse, like her pussy was pulsing, as the orgasm ripped through her.

It was too much. I came again, smelling her, watching her be so filthy, and I knew I’d been born into the right family.

I also knew, if Daddy stopped our play in the garage, Mommy would be there to take his place. Because I think, in the end, women are much more comfortable with their sexuality than men, and Mom had kept hers chained for too long. It was out now, out and ferocious.

I eased away from her body and sat against the workbench, trying to get my breath back.

Mom twisted around and sat with me. We were both shaking, sweating, but oh so satisfied.

“Still feeling left out and jealous?” I asked in my best teasing voice.

“Oh, Rachael. Oh sweetie,” she said, breathing hard. “No, but how are things going to go back to normal after this?”

“They’re not,” I said simply.

Mom patted my leg, but in a completely non-sexual way. “They have to, Rachael. They have to.”

Part of me knew she was right. I still wasn’t out of school yet, and I had a lot of growing up to do, but another part of me didn’t want things to go back to normal.

Because in the normal life, I didn’t come so hard, so good, so fast with people who loved and accepted me.

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6 thoughts on “The Dirty Daughter’s Garage Tales 2

  1. great great story! Loved all the dirty talk got me nice and hard!!!! Please continue this as I see so many possibilities!!!!

  2. Sylvia , Another homerun! Lol now I’m wonder how Rachael will include her mom into her own fantasies.

  3. Oh Sylvia,
    I really enjoyed this even more than part 1. I shared Rachael’s thoughts and feelings at being caught by her mum. So deliciously depraved. Can’t wait for part 3.

    Jay x

  4. Jay, so I scoured Rachael’s blog to look into every naughty place, and one of the hottest blog posts was about the boy scout party, where the fantasy included her mom masturbating while her brother came on her. So it’s there a little. But of course, the fan fiction has to really be outrageous to be good!

  5. Hi Sylvia,
    I hope you read the story i wrote about my sister and me. OMG it was sooo hot.

    Jay xx

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