Ride a Cock Horse

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Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Incest, .

Desc: Fantasy Sex Story: A single Mom finally overcomes her sexual inhibitions and runs amok with her father and daughter.

I'm humming along to the radio as I wash-up and listen to them playing together behind me. Jess is squealing with delight as Dad romps on the floor with her. The sounds are reminiscent of my own childhood with him and gives me good feeling. Staring at the darkness through the window I recall us romping just the same:

My fingers spanning his bicep, attempting to penetrate into its shear bulk. His laugh, his fondle, calling me his princess. I adored him. But that carefree period of innocence past all to soon; replaced by an awkward guilt. One evening while we'd all been round the radio, I 'd begun a kissing game on his ear. Suddenly my ardour had frozen as mother's icy tone permeated me. She had said it with such malice. 'You should be past that sort of thing my girl!' The moment was pivotal. It had induced a sense of shame into my open joy of romping with Dad. Something precious was gone. Thereafter, as a daydreaming teenager, I saw him as my unobtainable prince.

I smile to myself now, at the irony of life. My upbringing has given me an understandi. I'll not stunt Jess's emotions like that. While I stare into the darkness of the window I become aware of the reflection that's before me, of the two of them on the floor behind me. I smile in surprise at the quirk of it, like watching a hidden camera. Jess is squirming on the floor underneath Dad. Kneeling over her, he's tickling her first on the neck then the waist.

She's in convulsions, legs kicking out against the delightful torture, her school dress skewed up past her knickers. The tickling fingers work from her waist down into her thighs and suddenly I'm transfixed. I watch his finger stroking slowly into the crouch of her knickers. Now she's ceased squirming; motionless. As her thighs begin parting, her brown eyes, shaded with uncertainty and knowledge, lift to meet Dan's gaze. Flicking off the radio, I snap back to reality. I call at them over my shoulder,

"OK Jess, lets start getting ready for bedtime, you can begin by brushing those teeth". Normality returns; coming into the kitchen and pulling strait her dress Jess complains; 'Oh mum! I'm not a child! It's early yet!' 'I'm afraid so Jess', I say, 'its school in the morning.' Dan follows in behind her saying, 'Can I give a hand with anything Val?' Turning my head, I take a lengthy look at Jess before gazing back through the window. The fleeting images of her responding to his sexual touch induce such confused feelings of shame and arousal. Then I'm replying, 'Well Dan if you could read her bedtime story for me, I'll get her uniform seen too". 'Yea, that'll be good!' cries Jess. The loathing, lurking in me since teen-age pregnancy emerges with mother's words hissing in my ears; ' ... slut of a girl you are.' As he follows Jess upstairs my mind is in turmoil. Jess isn't like that; what am I trying to prove to myself here? Or ... and I new this was possible, ... had my mind envisaged Jess acting out my own yearnings for Dan, when I was her age? Just what did I want them to be doing upstairs together? As I place down her school blazer I see my hands are trebling at that prospect.

Quietly, I make my way up the stairs to the landing. Creeping up to Jess's bedroom I can hear his deep soft voice reading from the storybook. The door is ajar and I peek through the crack. I clearly see him sat by her bedside holding the book on his lap. Jess is in bed and appears to be nearly asleep. Again self-revulsion begins creeping up; but its lurking presence retreats as I realise what's happening. While Dan methodically reads from the book on his lap, his mind is focused on what his other hand is caressing. It is under the blanket quietly exploring Jess's parted thighs.

Looking at Jess again I see not a passive virgin but a maturing girl discovering sex; just as I had yearned for at her age. It was normal. Mother had wronged me. My reaction now, must be wise.

Without disturbing them I go to my bedroom and lock the door. I feel strangely elated and sexually charged. I can feel a repression that's over-ridden my sensuality, crumbling. Slipping off my skirt and pants, I lie back on my bed and quickly frig myself up to a heavy climax.

As my heartbeat gradually comes down, I realise I am smiling. Suddenly, at the age of twenty-seven, I have vanquished my long held taboo. Late into the night I ponder over how different my life can now be with lots of sex!


It's the morning bathroom scramble and I hand Jess a fresh pair of pants saying, 'Change into these now would you honey, I'm putting some washing through.' As she takes off her knickers I exclaim, "My, what a rash that is Jess!" I crouch down, rubbing my fingers over her slit. "Still, don't worry hun', I say still stroking her, "Nothings wrong, you've had a wet dream and rubbed yourself sore, that's all." 'How do you mean a wet dream' she says guardedly. I smile and lift her up onto the high stool saying, 'Look Jess, as girls like you start to grow up, they occasionally have a sexy dream which makes them want to rub their pussy. I suppose it was your first one and that's why you're sore. Its quite natural, but you just keep it to yourself. Now, I'm going to put some cream on it for you, Ok?' Her face fills with an uncertain curiosity. Spreading her legs apart, I begin to smooth some of the jelly around her slit. 'Your probably a bit sore just here too.' I say, slipping my finger just inside the bright pink lips. Her breath quickens a bit, although no complaint. Carefully I feel for her clit and she utters a tiny sob. Looking her in the eye I say in a level tone, 'Yes it is sore Jess'. Ok it's done now, I say lifting her down, we'll keep an eye on it.' Leaving her to dress, I go to my room.

Relaxing behind my door, I'm aware of how much I've perspired with handling Jess. Taking off my wrap I lie back on the bed. Jess had clearly let Dan frig her raw last night; Their as bad as one another I thought. Closing my eyes, I savour the power I'm getting from their misbehaviour; and I'm realising there's more to be had.


Ruefully I contemplate on what's past me by as I complete making up in the full-length mirror. Although plain-faced, I've been slim but attractively shaped from an early age. But I never dared think of leading a man on. I recall older boys one summer in our avenue. They'd begun hanging about leering at me, 'nice body shame about the face' one had taunted. Foolishly I'd shunned them all; skulking throughout that summer around the Wood-mill. Yet ... the unthinkable happened.

I had to go away to have the baby. My teenage years were over. Since Jess was born I've felt like a nun awaiting Mother Superior's approval. But not anymore, I'm free of those old repressions now. Jess will grow up enjoying lots of sex while helping to emancipate her mum!

Now Jess was in bed, I'd changed into a tight sweater and in the lounge listening to records. The room had become dark by the time Dan came in and I was reclining on the sofa. 'Why hello Princess' he says appreciatively, pecking me on the cheek, 'Your looking good; expecting a gallant knight?' Sweetly, I smile up at him. " Hi Dan, I've been waiting to have a chat with you." I pat the sofa next to me invitingly. 'How very curious he says, then sitting next to me slowly, 'Something I should know about then Val?' I catch him in my candid stare but say with a smile, 'That's odd actually Dan, I was about to ask you that very question.' Perplexing him further, I kiss him on the lips in a way that daughters shouldn't. Totally foxed he stares at me a while before saying, 'What's all this for Val?' Shifting up to him I put my mouth close to his ear and whisper, 'What did you get up to when you put Jess to bed last night?' He was visibly shaken and after a long stony silence he replies in a confidential tone, 'How do you mean, what's happened with Jess?' Relishing my emerging power I calmly continue, 'Well ... when she got up she complained that her fanny was sore, and to me, it looked like she had spent an evening in the back row of the cinema. Now, what am I to make of that Dan? He was looking intently at me now, trying to gauge my position, wondering how to play it. Defensively but respectfully he says, 'Well, I can't explain it, but I'm sure it's just a one off; believe me Val.' I let him hang there suspended for several seconds before releasing the tension. Reverting to a girlish pout, I begin unbuttoning his shirt. 'If I though for a moment you had another princess, I would be very upset ... but I'm sure you know that' ... I place my hand in, smoothing his chest... 'now why don't we just kiss and make up.' I look invitingly into his eyes then put my lips to his. Comprehending my intent he gasps softly. We kiss; soft exploring kisses. His hands go hesitantly round my waist and tug me. I instantly melt against him. Now our kiss has passion causing my lust to surge. Pulling from his embrace, my wrap parts, rendering me semi-naked. 'Why you sexy little minx!' Dan breaths as his hands move ravenously over my body, fulfilling an old yearning. I will need lots of him; I will have it all, but not now, ... later. I firmly eased him away and began tidying myself up. 'Dan ... I'm going to need your help; we've got to sort Jess out... '


Dark Highway

That was how it all started with Jess, Dan and me. Quite innocently in a way, but as time went on things developed into a moralistic morass. A new capricious freedom had arrived and it was changing my routine life. In a few years it was to forged me into a successfully decadent businesswoman.

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