Aisha

by QM

Copyright© 2013 by QM

Incest Sex Story: Just how badly do you want your daughter to do well? A man finds out that it's a pleasure doing business with a schools admissions clerk.

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Consensual   Incest   Father   Daughter   .

I awoke to the wonderful feeling of being fellated, my next thought was who? I tried to remember what day it was whilst a soft pair of lips and an extremely flexible tongue teased and tantalised my erect cock until finally I opened my eyes.

"Morning Ruth."

"Morning Dad," Ruth replied before going back to the wonderful task she'd undertaken.

You can call me Paul, no one else does, but that's as much as you'll get from me when it comes to personal details. Until recently I'd lived with my new-found daughter Ruth in a small village near the Medway towns in Kent. Ruth had turned up at my door almost a year ago having been kicked out of the guy she'd thought was her dad's place in Newcastle and had from a few clues left by her Mum found me. She found her way into my heart and into my bed as a lover shortly after that and we'd been happy and content. Eventually she'd manage to re-connect with her half-brother and half-sister and we'd travelled north to meet them when things got very complicated indeed.

I'd ended up falling for a lovely woman called Emma and having already met her daughter, Lauren, during a previous visit by her to see Ruth had invited them to come live with us, with Ruth's enthusiastic consent.

Those stories are told elsewhere.

As it is, I now share my bed with (mostly) Emma and/or occasionally with Ruth and Lauren. They have a system apparently, though it's totally opaque to me and as none of them are the jealous type, I do sometimes wake up next to someone I hadn't gone to bed with, usually when Emma's gone out early to work in London.

The wonderful feelings that Ruth was giving me had reached the stage where I felt I had to reciprocate and I gently pulled her up to kiss her passionately on her lips before moving between her thin if shapely thighs and mounting her with one powerful thrust.

"Oh yesssss!" hissed Ruth in absolute pleasure as I began to move in and out of her tight hot pussy.

"Enjoy little one, enjoy," I whispered in her ear as I soon felt all the signs of Ruth going into a massive orgasm.

"God ... oh god, oh god, oh god!" she wailed as her whole body seemed to spasm under mine in sheer pleasure as her orgasm rolled over her.

I kept up my relentless pounding as Ruth went into a series of small orgasms and I felt her vaginal muscles tightening and relaxing around my cock in a rhythmical pattern, as if seeking to milk my cock of its cum.

"Yessss!" I groaned as Ruth took me over the top just as another massive orgasm took her. We held each other tightly, my cock deeply embedded in my wonderful daughter, as we slowly came back to Earth.

"Wow!" I gasped as my slowly deflating cock slid out of her tight pussy.

"Emma sent me up to tell you breakfast was nearly ready," Ruth said with a smile.

"Nice alarm clock you have there," I chuckled.

"Well, she said fifteen minutes, so I thought, why not," grinned Ruth.

"Best go down then and bid them farewell," I said sighing.

"Won't be for long Dad, just till they have visited their family in France, a week tops."

"I know, but I'll miss them."

"Me too, though we may have a visitor too, that lady from the sixth-form college visiting us to try and persuade you to send me to that private select school."

"Oh yes, lot of money, but I think you're worth it as it will get you to take your A levels a year early and diversify too," I replied. "Assuming I can persuade her that your grades justify it."

"I know Dad, but I assume you'll do your best," said Ruth fluttering her eyelashes at me.

"I will not seduce her just to get you into a good school," I chuckled. "I doubt Emma would be impressed."

"Emma won't mind if it works," came a cheerful voice from the doorway.

"Hello my love," I sighed wondering just what was going on with my life ... whilst loving every second of it.

"I wondered what was taking so long Ruth," she said with a twinkle in her eye as she saw how we were lying. "Lauren won't be impressed as she hoped to have Paul herself before we left and you'll have him all week."

"Can you resist him?" giggled Ruth.

"Er no, but that's by the bye," said Emma. "Now both of you get down for breakfast, I know we have a few hours but best be prepared early."

Downstairs we all enjoyed a lovely breakfast prepared by Emma with Lauren's help and went over their plans.

"So, you have the Eurostar tickets, passports and your Dad knows what time it arrives in Lyon?" I finally said.

"Yes Paul, then after a couple of days we visit my Mum and bring her back to see you," said Emma.

"Going to miss you," I sighed.

Emma came and gave me a hug and I realised that for all I loved Ruth and Lauren; I was actually in love with Emma.

We were soon joined by Ruth and Lauren as our close family relationship was going to part, if only for a little while.

"Well I'll need to change and take you to the station, and then Ruth and I will do the weekly shop," I said eventually.

"Ahem!" said Lauren with a cheeky grin.

"Apparently I need to attend to Lauren's 'needs' too," I chuckled.

"It might be odd Paul, but it's working, both girls are doing great at school now because they aren't chock full of raging hormones," giggled Emma.

"Any needs yourself, my Lady?" I asked.

"You had me three times last night Paul ... behave," Emma said with her beautiful smile.

"Yes, but that was last night," I laughed.

"Not part of my plans to kill you by over sexing you," she giggled. "Now look after Lauren before she explodes on the spot."

I led Lauren upstairs to the bedroom but instead was led by her to the shower which she turned on and indicated for me to strip and get in with her.

"Hope Ruth didn't wear you out," she giggled as we got under the hot shower.

"Don't think so," I said, glancing down whilst beginning to use a scrubby to soap her down.

"Ooh nice! Just what I need," Lauren sighed as we kissed.

Lauren looks a lot like a younger version of her Mum, though carrying a little in the way of puppy fat and her eyes are blue, not Emma's hazel. Nor does she have Emma's amazing smile, though her sunny nature is appealing in its own right.

Our mutual soaping soon had us both gasping in pleasure when Lauren turned to the wall.

"Take me Paul ... please!" she moaned.

I knew what she meant by take me, it's the one thing she does for me that Ruth or Emma won't do and that's anal sex ... It's personal choice and it's not like I'm going to go where I'm not wanted. I took a small bottle of baby lotion we kept there for this and other purposes and used it to coat the entrance to Lauren's back passage before lubricating my cock with it. Positioning myself carefully I applied pressure forward and felt the tip of my cock slide past her sphincter and begin its journey into her hot forbidden depths.

"Ohhhh! That's so good," she gasped as I slid my slippery fingers around to finger her clitoris.

"My pleasure too," I moaned as the incredible tightness made my whole body quiver in delight.

I began with short strokes to get her used to my invasion, but soon began long pistoning ones as Lauren went into a series of multiple orgasms, something she never quite managed during ordinary sex, though trust me, she loved that too. It didn't take long, the feeling was just too exquisite for me and with a loud groan I unleashed my second orgasm of the day into her.

"God I love it that way," Lauren gasped as I slid out of her and we cleaned each other up.

"I love it too," I said as we softly kissed.

"Going to miss you Paul," she sighed.

"It's only a week, tops, my lovely Lauren," I replied. "You're back at School a week Monday."

"Going to see if you can get me into the same college as Ruth?" she asked.

"We haven't had your grades back, but if they are good then yes," I replied.

"Thank you, I love you Daddy," she said as we kissed again.

Once dried off and dressed I wandered back downstairs to help with the various travel items needing packing. Emma bustled efficiently around me and tempted me greatly with her lovely figure even if it was in winter wear. Finally with the two girls help we loaded the car and set off for Ashford International station to get Emma and Lauren onto the Eurostar train to Lyon in France.

"I wish I could come too, my love," I said as Emma and I kissed farewell. "But work is just mental and I have those expansion plans to sort out."

"I know Paul; I'm going to miss you too," she said. "But you'll have Ruth for company and the chance for a little fun with that sixth form college lady who, our friends say, will want to call and check the house over after we looked at the college and put Ruth's name down. The one who's supposed to have a roving eye and amazingly enough only her 'favourites' get in."

"Whilst you have fun with your Dad?" I asked.

"Maybe, times change and his new lady might not be so ... accommodating," Emma replied.

"We kissed passionately whilst Ruth and Lauren kept up a series of comments mostly about us getting a room and old age.

"Take care both of you and have fun," I said, giving Lauren and Emma a joint hug.

After waving them off, the journey back in the car seemed quiet, though they'd promised to let us know when they'd arrived.

"Missing her already?" Ruth asked.

"Missing them both."

"Me too," she sighed.

"Still we have the joys of shopping and a week at work where we go over the plans for buying out that machine shop in Gateshead."

"It's viable Dad," said Ruth. "And from a tax relief point of view it will enhance the company's profits despite the initial outlay, as we have more work coming in than we can handle."

"I really don't know how you do that," I chuckled. "I look at the laws, statutes and various figures and feel my life draining away."

"It's fun working the system, Dad."

"Well it's all going to be yours and Lauren's one day," I said.

"Added Emma and Lauren to your will and done those financial transactions to spread your tax burden as I told you too?" Ruth giggled.

"Yes dear," I replied with a wink.

"Good, if I think of anything else I'll let you know."

I reached over and gave her a hug and the journey seemed a little brighter.

We got the shopping done and settled down for a relaxed Sunday at home, Ruth chatting to friends on Facebook (probably) including Billy and Kitty, her brother and sister back in Newcastle, who were enthralled by the fact that we'd have good reason to call up there regularly if the expansion plans worked out.

The following day after a very relaxing night where Ruth and I had shared the bed and made love several times we got to work and began with a series of phone calls after I made sure there were no problems stacked up over the weekend where the guys working for me had been doing overtime. The phone calls Ruth made were to various government and financial agencies where she pretended to be my financial aide and was mostly about getting grants and funding as well as tax relief on the expansion. I simply let her get on with it as the people she phoned rapidly found they were dealing with a veritable force of nature who knew far more about the rules and regulations than they did.

If this seems a little farfetched, believe me, it astounded me too and I'd had Ruth checked with a Mensa test to find she had an IQ of 154 and qualified as a member. The only thing holding her back in the past had been the UK school system with its lowest common denominator method of teaching where her brilliance had been suppressed by being more or less in a class where the teachers couldn't give her the time and opportunities she needed.

That had changed when I got her into a very good school near where I lived and her teachers realised what a gem they had on their hands.

That was why I was now on the phone with a Mrs Aziz to try and get Ruth a place in a private sixth form college to push her to the limits of her abilities. The other advantage was that it was local and Ruth could still live at home and commute.

"Yes we have several places available for the select candidates," came the prim voice with a detectable foreign accent, from the Middle East I thought. "However our selection criteria are very strict and I'd need to see you and Ruth personally for an interview before I could even consider submitting her name on the list."

"When can you see us?" I asked.

"I'm afraid I'm fully booked for the next week or so ... unless."

"Unless?" I asked.

"Well, I'm free this evening if you are, but it would have to be a home visit."

I knew what this was about from a parent of a friend of Ruth, Mrs Aziz wanted to check over our home to see if we could actually afford the fees and weren't trying it on.

"Yes, we're free after 6pm.," I replied.

"Good, that simplifies things; I'll see you at six."

"Game on," I said to Ruth who beamed at me.

"I will be the perfect scholar, Dad," she said. "Till I need to become absent."

"Stop trying to get me to seduce her, Ruth," I said.

"Dad, what we've learned from a few people is that she's got a wandering eye, despite being married and only those whom she 'likes' seem to make it to the short-list."

"I don't care, I'm not available, no matter what you and Emma say."

"Want me to phone Emma?" Ruth said with a smile.

"Bloody hell ... OK, OK, I won't go looking for it, but if that's what it takes, for both you and Lauren."

"Thanks Dad, I know it jibes a bit for you and so does Emma, but it seems to be the only thing that works, other than being a millionaire."

"I am a millionaire!" I sputtered.

"Yes but not a playboy style one," Ruth giggled.

"True, I'd get bored," I chuckled.

"Yes, you would, Dad."

"How the hell do I get involved with these things?" I asked plaintively.

"Shouldn't let hypothermic girls into your house," giggled Ruth.

"Certainly not ones a hell of a lot smarter than I am."

"You love me really."

"Yes, yes I do my beautiful girl."

The rest of the day went quickly and we tackled a lot of paperwork. We prepared the beginnings of a business plan for the expansion, now that we had a tacit confirmation that what we wanted to do was achievable.

At home we enjoyed a good meal and made sure the place was presentable and then waited impatiently for our visitor to arrive. At six on the dot there was a knock at the door which Ruth answered. She greeted Mrs Aziz, welcoming her to our home and leading her into the living room. I wasn't sure what to expect from Mrs Aziz, though I was a bit surprised to see her dressed in western garb of a smart trousered business suit, though with the addition of a hijab head covering telling me that she observed the Islamic faith to a certain degree. Other than that from as far as I could tell she must have been in her mid-forties with a nice if somewhat concealed figure.

"Welcome to our home Mrs Aziz," I greeted her.

"Please call me Aisha," she replied, looking around.

"Then I'm Paul and this is Ruth," I replied and bade her to sit.

"You have a most beautiful house, Paul," she opened.

"Thank you, it came from the profits of my company," I replied with a smile.

"Ah yes, you're a local entrepreneur," Aisha stated.

"At the moment yes, but my company is currently in negotiations to buy out a similar if struggling company in the Northeast and carry out our expansions until we become nationwide."

"Ambitious," she replied.

"The work is there if you know how to approach the companies involved."

"And you know how to approach them?" she asked.

"Yes, my order books are full to bursting and the shipping costs from one end of the country to the other are formidable, hence the expansion north."

"I'm impressed Paul, what's your annual turnover if that's not too rude to ask?" she enquired.

"The company turnover was in excess of £20 million as of April this year; the profits declared were just over half a million. We're doing a lot better this year as we've also reconsolidated our tax affairs to suit the business expansion."

"Oh my, that is impressive," She said eyes wide.

"Thank you," I replied.

"Now the school has several places this year for aspiring pupils and Ruth's end of year results put her in the top two percentile of the country, so naturally we'd be interested in accepting her. However competition for places is in excess of our ability to take, which is why we can afford to be choosy. Ruth isn't the only bright young lady whose parents are looking to enrol with us. Is there a Mrs... , " Aisha asked.

"Ruth's mother died a couple of years ago," I replied. "There is my partner, though she's off visiting relatives in France at the moment."

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