Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 22
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 22 - While trapped on a family camping trip, Jane has an unusual run-in with a man at the washrooms. Fighting her fears and anxieties, Jane continues to meet with him each night and even befriends his daughter Riley... who looks remarkably like her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Consensual Heterosexual Incest Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Small Breasts
The light stung in my eyes as a ray of sunshine fell on my face from a split in the curtains. My head throbbed, my mind was foggy, and my mouth tasted weird as I slowly woke from my slumber. It had been a strange night’s rest. There were dreams I couldn’t quite remember, but they left a haunting feeling deep inside me. I couldn’t say exactly what they were, I just knew they weren’t pleasant.
What was pleasant, though, was the warm feeling of Riley’s soft body pressed against my back. One of her hands had reached around and rested under my neck, while the other was pressed between my legs. It wasn’t meant in a sexual way, but it did feel good emotionally while returning from the unhappy land of sleep I’d been in.
As the sleepy fog cleared, though, the pain in my head unfortunately stayed. Then I remembered what had happened the previous night. Images of Riley and my Dad on the couch, their bodies glistening in sweat as they had sex in the living room. Darkened images of Riley in my bed, legs spread apart, as I feasted on her dripping pussy. Apart from the lingering taste of last night’s booze, part of the strange taste in my mouth this morning was from my Dad’s cum gathered from my friend’s freshly fucked sex.
I was having a difficult time processing everything in the harsh light of the morning, and it was made worse by the pounding of my head. I wanted to get up and pull the curtains tighter, thus preventing all light from reaching my sore eyes. However, Riley’s arms felt so nice against me, so I didn’t want to wake her up. I knew this was my last full day with her before she had to go home, and I wanted to enjoy it as much as possible.
I wasn’t mad at Riley for what she’d done. It was the plan all along, but one thing did worry me. When I’d asked where she’d been last night, she lied to me. I don’t think or know of any time Riley had ever lied to me before, and that did put a damper on the cuddling. I guess I’d have to wait and see what she had to say about it later.
As I contemplated that thought, my phone buzzed on my end table. The sudden noise caused me to jump slightly and sit up, which in turn caused my head to throb even more.
“Ouch!” I said as I rubbed my temples with my hands.
“You, ok?” I heard Riley ask with concern. I looked over to see her awake now, still lying down with a portion of the bedsheets pushed aside, and one of her small breasts exposed to the cool air.
“Yeah, sorry. Just have a headache,” I replied as I reached over and grabbed my phone, and settled back down next to her warm body.
“Not surprising, you looked pretty wasted last night,” Riley teased, wrapping her arms around me again. I wiggled backwards, pressing myself up against her so she could spoon me. It always made me feel so safe to be in her arms.
“Sorry, I guess I’m a cheap drunk.”
“Don’t worry about it. I love you anyway.” Riley gave my body a gentle squeeze, and I couldn’t help but smile as I looked down at my phone.
“Oh, it’s a text from Val,” I said out loud. “Hope you got home safely. Riley seems great and she’s welcome over anytime.”
“That was nice of her,” Riley said softly in my ear. “Your friends seem nice.”
“Thanks, I like them. They uh ... clearly don’t know about what I’ve been up to recently.”
Riley chuckled, “They do now, sort of. I’m pretty sure Val will not be forgetting that kiss of yours anytime soon.”
My face flushed red. “I can’t believe I did that.”
“I can. Besides, I think that was probably the highlight of her night. I don’t know how she and Dale are a couple. They are so repressed.”
“They do stuff. She’s told me about it,” I said, attempting to defend my friend.
“I’m sure they do, but he’ll leave if she doesn’t open up more. Like, she’s never given a blowjob before?”
“She has an oral thing,” I tried to explain. “She doesn’t like the idea of something that pees in her mouth. In fairness to her, Dale’s never done it for her either.”
“How horrible!” Riley exclaimed in sharp disgust.
“I know! I love doing both. I used to think the same way she does though, possibly from her thoughts on the idea. That’s before your Dad taught me otherwise.”
“Yup, and now you’re a cock-sucking, pussy-eating machine,” Riley whispered seductively in my ear. Her hands started to roam lightly over my body, like a set of feathers traveling over my skin.
I moaned softly. My hand reached back and touched Riley’s back and moved down to her ass. “I just needed someone to guide me and help me get over it.”
“Maybe you could give Val some pointers,” Riley cooed. Her fingers now were down between my legs. I parted them and gave her better access.
“Here’s how to suck a cock, from your previously anxious and virgin friend who’s now a complete slut?”
“If that’s the way you want to frame it,” Riley joked.
“I don’t think so. I doubt she’d listen to me and even then ... I don’t know if I want them to know this side of me, you know?”
“Which side? This one?” Riley asked as slipped two fingers inside me causing me to groan out loud as she penetrated me. My head throbbed more, which ruined some of the fun.
“Please don’t,” I asked, “my head!”
“Oh, sorry. You really don’t handle booze well, do you?” Riley asked, removing her fingers from me. While my head did ache, the lower part of me wanted her to keep her fingers where they were.
“No, I don’t. I don’t really drink much, to be honest. I was always afraid of what might happen if I had too much.”
“Like you might make out with one of your friends?”
I giggled softly, “Kind of. Or, you know, be raped or something.”
“I think, then, you just need to have a friend or friends to watch your back to keep you out of trouble. Why don’t you trust Val or Becca?” she asked, placing her now wet hand back on my stomach. She hugged me close again, which seemed to ease some of my pain.
“I don’t know, to be honest. I think they were always too busy with their boyfriends, so I didn’t want to be a burden. I also don’t like big crowds, so I skipped the larger parties anyway. You probably think I’m a big loser...”
“The biggest ... but I love you anyway.” Her lips kissed my neck, which sent tingles down my spine. I don’t know how she was always able to make me feel better, to soothe my worst fears, and temper my anxieties. I wish I’d met her sooner, lived closer, and she had gone to my school. I could only imagine how different my life would have been, had that been the case. Maybe I wouldn’t have grown up to be such a mess; desperate for love and acceptance from everyone, but too scared to let people into my weird inner world.
Riley tossed back the bed sheets, her beautiful naked body on display for my eyes only as she rolled over and hopped out of bed. I watched as she wiggled her butt at me briefly, with a cheeky grin, before picking up her housecoat.
“I’m going to get up and use the washroom, since you can’t play. Do you want some Aspirin or something?” Riley asked, as she covered that sexy body of hers in pink terrycloth.
“That would be great, thank you. It’s behind the mirror in the bathroom.”
Riley smiled warmly at me, then faced the door, turned the knob and left the room, closing the door behind her. I was left alone for the moment, as my thoughts drifted back to last night. I wondered what Riley and my dad would talk about this morning, when they saw each other for the first time after having sex. I know I felt strange the next day, losing my virginity to Curtis and then seeing Riley and her mom after. I don’t know if guilt was the right word, since I enjoyed it and did it again, but it was awkward.
Did Riley want to try to do it again this morning with Dad? Was that why she got up alone without me? I still wasn’t sure what to make of her not telling me what they did last night, although I wasn’t sure what to think about my actions last night either. While I was inebriated, I watched in silence as the two of them had sex on the couch. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look at that couch the same way again. I also knowingly sucked my Dad’s cum from Riley’s pussy and wondered what it would be like to feel his large cock inside me.
In the harsh light of day, the thought of screwing my own father was sick and twisted. Yet last night, I wanted it and craved it! That was never part of the original plan, just that Riley would try to hop on my pop, which she clearly did. But Riley did the same with her own father, Curtis. The two of them had gotten closer from it, much like my dad and I had done with running most mornings. Would it be that bad to add in the physical act of intimacy and love that I’d already shared with several other men?
I loved my Dad, much more than I loved Curtis, Brad, or ... ugh, Tucker. Wouldn’t it be the right thing to do to offer my love to him more than it had been for the other guys? Would my Dad love me more if I was fully open and available to him in every way? If he loved Riley that way, surely, he’d love me even more, right?
My thoughts spun in my pounding head, which probably didn’t help matters at all. I could feel myself trying to justify a course of action I knew was socially and morally wrong, but that thinking seemed to fade into the background. A lot of what I’d done was socially and morally wrong, to certain people, and I didn’t care about that then. I had a whole gallery of photos on my phone already that would likely get me ostracized by friends and family, so what would be another step into sexual damnation. The legality of it all didn’t matter as long as no one found out, and I wasn’t about to spill the beans.
I couldn’t believe I was actually contemplating having sex with my own father. That was something I’d never even dreamt about three months ago. Brad was always a fantasy that I’d managed to make a reality through just putting myself out there. Maybe this was something I just needed to try to do. As Riley always said, I needed to have confidence in myself. With the exception of what had happened with Ross the day before, most of what I wanted actually seemed to work out.
I was mulling all these thoughts over in my head when I heard the toilet flush from the bathroom. I listened to soft footsteps wandering around outside and imagined the look on my Dad’s face when he saw Riley. I bet he smiled when he saw her. She probably grinned and flashed him by opening her robe up so he could see her sexy body. I’d bet he’d reach out and run his hand along her thigh, up the still open robe until he touched that magical place between her legs. He’d slip a couple of his large fingers inside the same hole he’d deposited his cream the night before, not knowing his daughter had sucked it out while it was still warm.
My headache be damned, I was getting hot thinking of what my Dad was doing to Riley in the living room. I wanted to sneak out and watch, just like I’d done last night, but I doubted I’d be able to hide as well in the bright sunlight of the daytime. I wanted to watch what he’d do to her and then imagine he was doing it to me instead.
I was getting lost in my imagination, thinking of Riley and also me, underneath my Dad. He was thrusting hard into us, his long cock making us moan in pleasure ... when suddenly my bedroom door opened. It was Riley, her housecoat hung open in the front, a glass of water in one hand and her other clenched shut.
“I brought you a glass of water, too,” Riley said, closing the door behind her. I couldn’t believe she’d forgotten to close her robe after my father’s frisky fun. It was like she wasn’t even trying to hide it from me. I just looked at her expectantly, with a raised eyebrow.
“What?” she asked, as she leaned over the bed and handed me the water. Her other hand opened and dropped a couple of Aspirin on the bed.
“You forgot to tie up your robe,” I said with a wink. “Get a little morning fun in with my Dad?”
“What makes you say that? What are you talking about, Jane?” she sounded confused, like I’d said something insane.
I picked up the two small pills and stuck them in my mouth, then took a large drink of water. The pills went down easily, and I hoped it would clear up my headache quickly. I noticed Riley stood there, completely still, watching me but not saying anything. I decided I should respond.
“I don’t know. I figured you were giving Dad a little morning treat, flashing him and letting him touch you, is all,” I tried to say without sounding judgmental. But Riley had a weird look on her face like she was trying to determine what I knew.
“I don’t know what you mean. I didn’t tie this up because no one’s home, Jane. There was a note saying they both went to the office so we could sleep in. Probably because you drank too much last night,” said Riley, who took off her robe and climbed back into bed with me.
“No one’s home?”
“Nope. It’s just you and me right now. I was going to suggest we jump in the shower shortly, but I think we need to talk first...”
Riley looked at me, her big, beautiful eyes seemed to bore into my soul. I didn’t know what to say or who was supposed to talk first, so I waited and hoped Riley would take charge. I felt like I’d accused her of something, and in a way, I had I suppose. We were looking at each other, both facing each other under the warm covers of the bed. The pain in my head seemed to ease, I wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or if I’d just manifested the pain into a being in the room with me.
“Anything you want to ask me?” Riley said questioningly to me.
“Anything you want to say to me?” I countered back.
She looked at me, her eyes continued to pierce into me as if she was attempting to pull what I knew telepathically from my mind. While our connection was strong, I doubted she had that power ... yet it did scare me that she might. Her eyes squinted, as if she found something, and then a little grin crossed her lips.
“You know, don’t you...” she said calmly.
I wanted to act dumb and not give away my position. I needed to know if she’d come clean with me and be honest. Riley had never lied to me before and I always trusted her with all my secrets. I didn’t want to feel like trust didn’t go the other way, too. Trust is a two-way street, and I had to know if she’d trust me with this one. Otherwise I’d feel hurt that she couldn’t be honest about what and who she’d done.
“Know what?” I replied.
“I can see it in your eyes, Jane.” She leaned over and kissed my forehead, then trailed her lips down to my nose, where she kissed the tip, before once again going lower as her lips met mine. I turned to putty in her hands, as my headache slowly faded.
“What do you see?” I replied, and then pulled her lips back down to mine. Her hair draped over us and the scent of her skin filled my nose. I was getting lost in Riley’s intoxicating aura once again. One of her hands moved down my body, stopping to massage my tender breasts. I breathed hard, taking in air from her lungs.
“You know about me and your Dad last night, don’t you?” she asked, as a pair of fingers slipped between my legs and slid along my slit.
I groaned, “UHHHhhhh ... YEEEEeeessssss...” As her fingers slipped inside me, her thumb pressed against my clitoris and applied a small amount of pressure.
“How’d you find out? Was it when you went down on me and you tasted his cum in my pussy?”
It felt like I was being interrogated by the police, and she knew exactly how to crack me. I was spilling my guts as she lodged her fingers in them. If she ever wanted to work countering criminals, I think they’d catch all of them using her techniques.
“No, I watched you on the couch...” I groaned, as she flicked her thumb over the hard little nub between my pussy lips. Her fingers thrust in and out, rubbing on my inner walls in just the right spots to make my legs twitch like I was being shocked.
“You spied on us. I’m surprised you were able to stay quiet,” Riley said softly, between kisses on my neck.
“You were pretty quiet yourself... oOooooo! Did you like my Dad’s cock in you?” I groaned as she worked her magic on me.
Riley raised her head and looked into my eyes. “I loved his cock in me. It filled me up completely.” She then leaned forward and whispered, “It felt like he was in my stomach, he was so deep.”
I grunted at the thought and wished I could feel the same thing, as Riley picked up the pace with her fingers while her thumb made small circles on my clit.
“I rode his cock, and I could barely get the whole thing inside of me. I felt the spongy head press against my cervix which made me even hotter. He rocked his hips and pushed himself as deep as he could go, which made me moan like crazy, but I had to keep quiet.”
Being touched and hearing Riley describing her sexual encounter with my Dad was driving me insane. I was quickly approaching my own orgasm, as it built up with the story she was telling me. As she told it, I imagined I was her and was feeling what she was saying. I was on top of my Dad as he shoved his massive member into my tight teen twat. In that moment, under Riley’s ministrations, my reservations and fears about my father dwindled away again.
“I came hard on your Dad’s dick,” Riley continued, “probably the best cum I’d ever had with a guy on his first time with me.”
I balled my fists up, gripping the sheets tightly as I felt myself approach the edge of the cliff, listening to Riley’s story.
“When he came inside me. He was so deep in me, I felt it shoot right into my womb. I came again just from the sensation.”
“AhhhHHHHH!” I cried out, my body tensing up and my hips raising off the bed as Riley kept thrusting her fingers into me. All I could think about was my Dad’s cock and how good it would feel to have it inside me; to feel it spurting the same hot liquid that helped birth me into this world, and filling my nether regions.
I collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily; Riley grinned and looked down at me. I used the little strength I had at that moment to pull her down onto me, and our lips embraced. She knew at that moment that I wasn’t mad at her.
“I was worried you’d be mad,” Riley said, between kisses.
“So was I.”
“How do you feel?” Riley asked, finally breaking free from my grip and sitting up.
“Confused, horny ... I don’t know.”
“That’s how I felt the night I watched you with my Dad the first time.”
“What made you decide to...” I trailed off.
“Jane, are you asking what I think you’re asking?”
I felt my face turn red but couldn’t respond, as I was flooded with embarrassment. I shouldn’t have been, since no one in the world knew what I was thinking better than Riley. She’d been in my shoes and knew what I was feeling at that exact moment.
“You want to feel his cock for yourself, don’t you, you little slut?” Riley poked me in the sides playfully.
“I just ... I’m just thinking, is all...”
“You were imagining it was you the whole time, weren’t you? You want to feel his long thick cock slide up your tight little channel till he cums, don’t you?” Riley teased me some more.
“What if I did? Or at least, what if I was thinking about it? You did it with your Dad. Is it so wrong for me to think the same thing?”
“That’s up to you. You know I’ll help if you want” Riley said with a smile, then seemed to think about something. “Wait! That means when you went down on me last night, you knew what was down there.”
I think I went scarlet red, at that suggestion and nodded my head. Riley fell over onto me, laughing wildly. “You’re such a nasty slut. I’ve never met anyone like you.”