Chapter 6

She was leaning forward, supporting her upper body on her hands which were on my knees. Every time she rocked her hips back and down, I could see my dick disappearing inside her. And I knew that even though the part of my dick that I could see looked securely wrapped, the top was completely open to her pussy.

The cat girl started to lean back and I took the opportunity to slide my hands under her top and hold her perfectly shaped tits again. I could feel my cock head pushing against her cervix with force and she was moaning again. My orgasm was building and hers was, too. Once again, hers hit a second before mine and we blasted our fluids all over and in each other.

After our orgasms subsided, she kept herself impaled on my cock for about five minutes before standing up. She didn’t just walk away as her mouse friend had done, though. She turned around and blew me a kiss from her kitty mouth and waved ‘good bye’. I waved back and her mouse friend joined her as they went out the front door.

I was pretty well spent having had three orgasms, so I left right behind them. I saw them get in their car—the mouse girl was driving. She took off her mask but I couldn’t see her face in the darkness. They drove away and I knew I’d never see them again. I walked to my car which was down the street and was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t see them again, but then again, that was the point of having anonymous sex!

When I got to my car, I put my regular clothes back on and removed my mask. For a moment I felt like a superhero—or perhaps super villain (pretty evil to try and knock up a couple of unsuspecting girls... ).

I went home and showered while reliving the evening in my head. Just thinking about the cat girl was enough to get my dick hard. But I had to put her out of my mind or else walk the rest of my life with a raging boner. I threw the costume in the garbage and started doing more searching for singles and swingers in the area.

Over the next few weeks, I attended a few swingers groups, but there was nothing like that Halloween party. For sure the cat and mouse girls were not there—the swingers I was seeing were definitely older than most of those at the Halloween party.

It was a Friday night and I was just getting home after having been at a singles meeting. There wasn’t anyone there that really interested me so I was calling it a night. When I pulled into my driveway, I saw Erin was home from college. She had been staying with her friend during the weeks to help cut down on commuting to and from school (traffic could be bad in the mornings).

I parked the car and went inside. Erin greeted me and I asked her how she was doing in school. She was already showered and in her pajamas. We were talking at the kitchen table and I got up to get her a snack before bed; she got up to help. We continued to talk as we prepared our snacks; after living with each other for the last 18 years, we worked well together.

But I was a bit distracted by some of my thoughts and, as I was handing her a fork, I let go of it before I knew she had a handle on it. The fork fell to the floor with multiple ‘clings’ and she bent down to pick it up. I turned to look at what I had done and saw her picking up the utensil from the floor. That was when I saw that her pajama bottoms had slipped down a little and she had a tattoo.

I only saw the very top of it, but I knew it was there. I called her out on it immediately. I asked, “Is that a tattoo?!” She shot upright and knew she was busted. She admitted to having it and I told her, “Let’s see it...” She turned around and pulled down the top-back of her pajama bottoms. To my shock and horror, I recognized the tattoo immediately: without question, Erin was the cat girl.

I felt like I might pass out. In a flood of realization, I knew that I had fucked my own daughter, taking her virginity, and that I had at least attempted to plant my seed in her fertile womb. I had to sit down. She saw my reaction and presumed it was just because of the tattoo.