Chapter 1: Nubile Girl's Incestuous Lesson

Kat

The moans of my mother bled through my bedroom wall.

I groaned as I lay in bed, hearing their passion. The bed creaked at the sounds my mother made. The passion. Twenty years of marriage and my parents were still going at it. A shiver ran through my virgin body. I shuddered at hearing the sounds. They were so loud.

“Yes!” I heard my mother gasp audibly.

I shifted on my bed. I suddenly felt my pajamas over my body. My flannel tank top and bottoms felt cloying around my body as this heat rippled through me. I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest at the hot sounds that bled through my bedroom wall.

The creaking picked up the pace. Flashes of my father atop my mother popped into my mind. They were entwined, pumping away. I flexed my fingers, my breasts rising and falling. My nipples ached from the sounds. I heard.

I shuddered as my pussy grew hot. I was eighteen and a virgin. I wanted so badly to experience the pleasure my father gave my mother. My fingers flexed as the wet ache swelled between my thighs. My panties soaked my twat. The thin material clung to my vulva.

Moan shouted loudly. Was she cumming? She sounded so passionate. So hot. It was an amazing sound to hear. I was so envious of it. I had masturbated, of course, but I never felt like I had to scream that loudly when I climaxed. My nipples throbbed and ached against my top.

“Daddy,” I whimpered, hearing the depths of my mother’s passion.

My hand slid down my body. I gasped as my fingers pressed tight against my stomach. I went lower. I reached the panties. I shuddered as I pressed into my waistband. I closed my eyes, hearing my mother’s gasps.

I shoved my hand into my pajama bottom and panties in a single thrust. I slid over my silky bush and found the wet folds of my pussy. I closed my eyes, imagining Daddy over me. As I rubbed my virgin flesh, I imagined him thrusting into me.

“Mike!” my mother moaned clearly.

Then my father groaned. He let out this sound of masculine passion. Was he cumming in her? Was he spilling his seed in her? My fingers rubbed up and down my cunt. My head shook from side to side. My hand brushed my clit as the pleasure rushed through me.

I exploded in a flash. I couldn’t believe it. Just imagining my daddy on me—in me—sent me over the edge. I bucked on the bed as this wonderful delight shot through me. I groaned and whimpered, the juices bathing my hand.

My juices gushed out of my convulsing twat. I shuddered. The pleasure rippled through my body. My eyes squeezed shut. The delight rushed through my flesh. My breasts jiggled in my top. My head tossed back and forth. The bed creaked. My toes curled. I whimpered.

Mom groaned.

We were cumming together.

She was so lucky. The pleasure rushed through me. I gasped and moaned. My body spasmed as the pleasure gripped every bit of my flesh. My juices gushed out of me. The heat coated my finger. I whimpered. The cream bathed my digits.

“Daddy!”

Sierra

“Hey, Mom,” Kat, short for Katherine, said, a bright smile on my daughter’s face. Her red hair swept around her fresh face, her green eyes sparkling. She had dimples in her cheeks which always made her seem so cute.

“Hey, Kitty Kat,” I said as I manipulated the omelet I was making. “Ham and cheese omelet for breakfast?”

“Sure,” she said, taking a position at the kitchen counter. We had some bar stools on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. She wore a flannel tank top and her pajama bottoms.

“Good,” I said, “because they’re almost done.” I flipped her omelet onto a plate and turned around, dropping it off before her. “OJ?”

“Sure,” she said, giving me a bright smile.

I turned around, heading for the refrigerator, a hum on my lips.

“You’re in a good mood, Mom.”

“Oh,” I said, shrugging. “Sure, I guess.” I had a great orgasm last night. I was still buzzing from it.

“How are you and Daddy still happy and having sex after all these years?”

I stiffened for a moment, a wave of heat washing through me. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed the OJ as I said, “So you heard us, huh?”

I turned around to find her blushing and nodding. Her fiery hair swept around her features. She shifted on the stool, the wood creaking. She looked cute while embarrassed. My own cheeks warmed realizing she’d overheard us.

“I always hear you,” Kat said after a moment.

“Oh,” I said, my embarrassment shuddering through me. “Well, since you’re a woman now, I’ll let you in on my secret. I keep him happy in the bedroom.”

She gave me a blank look.

“You know, I please him.” I arched eyebrows at her.

Her green eyes widened. “Oh, I mean, isn’t that degrading?”

I licked my lips. “Oh, honey, giving a blowjob is the best. It makes you feel like a woman when you’re pleasing your man.”

She trembled and swallowed. There was this look in her eyes.

“You want to feel like a woman, huh?” I asked.

She nodded. “So ... when you blow Daddy, do you swallow?”

I leaned over the counter. “Kitty Kat, I gulp it down like it’s the best thing in the world.”

The awe in her eyes was incredible. She was eighteen, but so innocent. She was still a girl despite having the body of a woman. She needed to find that guy to usher her into the full delights that her flesh had to offer.

Someone gentle. Not like my first guy.

“How did you learn to ... to give a good one?” I asked. “I mean, how did you know what to do?”

“Practice.” I studied her. “Is there any particular boy that you want to please?”

“No,” she said, looking away, her cheeks scarlet now.

Gears clicked in my mind. “I know a way that you can practice,” I said, shocked I was saying this, but ... This wicked thrill shot through me. It was so kinky, and my daughter was so cute. I couldn’t believe I was even thinking this. “Let me talk to your father.”

My daughter’s jaw dropped. “Really. You mean... ?”

The eagerness in her eyes made me smile. “Really. Now eat your omelet before it gets cold.

Mike

Kat left the counter, her cheeks scarlet. She fled upstairs, her hair flashing behind her. When I came down from upstairs to find Sierra making omelets, I was a little surprised by the strange energy in the air. They had been talking about something that had embarrassed Kat.

Something that caused her to wolf-down her omelet like she was starving, then she fled as fast as she could.

I almost asked what they were talking about, but then I didn’t want to get in between my wife and daughter during one of their conversations. A tinge of heat touched my cheeks. I had overheard parts of those conversations in the past. They could be embarrassing.

I sipped at my coffee and then dug my fork into the omelet, melted cheddar cheese stretching and then breaking. I brought it to my lips and took and a bit into it. I chewed on it. I groaned at the flavor, the ham and sharp cheddar mixing together with the fluffy eggs.

“I want you to teach our daughter something,” Sierra said as she sat beside me. She dug into her own omelet. Her blonde hair fell about her shoulders. Her blue eyes wide. She wore a lilac housecoat wrapped around her curvy body.

“Oh,” I asked, taking another bite of my omelet.

“How to give a blowjob.”

I almost choked on my breakfast. I coughed, struggling to clear my throat. My cheeks burned hot. I glanced at my wife. She had this sweet look on her face as she grabbed her glass of orange juice. She sipped it, this twinkle in her blue eyes.

“What?” I demanded when I caught my breath.

“You know, coach her through it.” She calmly slid her fork through her omelet and lifted the bite to her mouth. She just chewed it like what she’d asked was no different than asking me to mow the backyard or change the oil in her car.

“What, to help her with a banana or something?” I asked. Practice a blowjob?

“No, no, your cock.”

My fork dropped from my hand and landed on the plate. The loud clatter echoed through the kitchen. This strange heat shot through me, my cock throbbing as flashes of my daughter sucking on my dick with the same enthusiasm my wife used filled my mind.

“I know, I know,” she said, patting my hand. “It’s an unusual thing for a father to teach his daughter.”

“Unusual?” I choked out, my voice strangled. “She’s my daughter. It’s incest!”

“Honey, you are the perfect person.”

I shook my head at her. What was wrong with her?

“Relax, this is perfect. You won’t hurt her, honey. You’ll just teach her to give a blowjob.” My wife leaned in, nudging her shoulder against mine. “She’ll pick up a good life skill, and you’ll get to have an orgasm or two with a cutie.”

“With our daughter,” I said, my dick throbbing harder in my boxers and sweatpants.

“Mmm, our cute and nubile daughter who needs to learn,” purred Sierra. “I know you can do it.”

She pressed her hand up my thigh and squeezed my cock through my sweatpants. My wife’s grin only grew. She slipped off her bar stool and smiled at me. I shifted on it, following her as she moved until my back was against the counter. My blood pounded.

“What has gotten into you, Sierra?” I groaned.

“Hey, you’re the one who got hard when I propositioned you to teach our daughter how to blow a cock.” My wife licked her lips. “Mmm, teach her to do this.”

I gasped as she moved quickly, yanking down my sweatpants. Her hand darted into the slit in my plaid boxers and pulled out my cock. Her grip held my dick. She stroked me, fisted me. The pleasure burned through me as she licked her lips.

Then she darted her head down and engulfed my cock. She sucked on it with eager hunger. Her lips slid over it. I groaned, leaning back as her lips slid over my dick. It felt incredible. This wonderful rush.

“Shit,” I groaned as she worshiped my cock with her hungry mouth.

I stared down at her, blonde hair sliding around her lovely face, her blue eyes twinkling. My arms stretched out across the counter as I closed them. I relaxed into it. I couldn’t fight this. Not with her mouth locked around my dick.

Her tongue danced around the tip of my cock. I shuddered as she bobbed her head. She put such passion into blowing me. She always had. When we first dated, she had gone from a novice to a skilled cock-sucker. She put such enthusiasm into practicing on me.

“How can I keep you from getting distracted by other women if I don’t keep you happy?” she’d asked me once twenty-one years ago.

She embraced that philosophy. I had friends whose wives had shut off access to their bodies. They were miserable. Some cheated. Some were cheated on. Their marriages fell apart while mine kept on strong because we pleased each other.

I returned to my wife the pleasure she gave me.

“Damn,” I muttered, glancing upstairs. It was hard not picturing my daughter sucking on my cock in my wife’s place. To feel Kat’s mouth bobbing up and down my cock.

I closed my eyes, surrendering into the pleasure of the blowjob. My wife’s hot mouth slid up and down my cock. Gentle hands massaged my balls. I shuddered. My wife sucked hard. My dick throbbed as the pressure built and built at the tip of my cock.

And if it were my daughter sucking my dick...

My dick throbbed in Sierra’s mouth. My heart pounded as the excitement built and built. This couldn’t be happening. My wife couldn’t be serious. This had to be some strange fantasy of hers. It was a hot one. A naughty one.

My daughter sucking my dick...

My wife pumped one hand up and down the base of my cock. Her head twisted, turned. She rubbed the sensitive tip of my dick against the inside of her cheek, the roof of her mouth. Her tongue swirled and twisted around the spongy crown.

This was an incredible delight. The pressure swelled. I groaned, leaning back into the counter. The edge bit into my skin. My balls tightened. I couldn’t take much more of this. It was too hot imagining what could happen.

My daughter...

“Shit!” I gasped and erupted.

My dick spurted. Hot jizz exploded into my wife’s mouth. The pleasure rushed through me as I imagined cumming in Kat’s mouth. The thrill of incestuous passion built and built. My balls unloaded my spunk.

My wife moaned as she swallowed it down. I groaned, the pleasure hammering my mind. It erupted from my cock over and over. My head grew dizzy. This incredible pleasure surged through me. It was the best. It was incredible.

“Shit!” I gasped. My dick twitched and throbbed.

My cum fired into her hungry mouth. I flooded her with my passion. She gulped it down. She sucked out the last of the drops, her hand pistoning up and down the base of my cock. She milked out every drop of my cum.

“Damn, that was good,” I groaned. “What has gotten into you, Sierra?”

She popped her mouth off my dick. “Mmm, I just want you to give our daughter some confidence. Teach her to blow you. That’s it. Nothing else.” She leaned closer to me. “Is it really incest if you’re not having sex?”

“A blowjob is sex,” I panted.

“Not according to a certain, former president.” She licked my ear. “She needs this. She’ll have such confidence, and you’re the only person I trust with this.”

My heart thundered in my chest. “This is insane.”

“And yet you love it.” She squeezed my cock. “You came hard. You explode so fast. You are turned on by it. By how naughty it is to teach your daughter how to blow a cock. Mmm, yes, yes, it made you erupt. Don’t deny it.”

“I can’t,” I panted, “but ... It still doesn’t feel right. What if I hurt her?

“You wouldn’t.” She smiled at me. My wife looked like an angel, her face surrounded by her blonde hair. “You would never hurt our daughter. You never hurt me.”

“Not physically,” I said. “But what about emotionally. I mean ... She’s a virgin, right? That’s why she wants to learn how to give one.”

“Trust me.” She cupped my cheeks, her blue eyes boring into mine. “You’ll get to have some naughty fun, and our daughter is going to learn a valuable life lesson. Just one blowjob to give her a taste?”

“One?” I groaned.

“Well, we can talk about her getting a second lesson if she needs it.”

Kat

“It’ll be okay,” Mom said, stroking me. She had a big smile on her face. Her blonde hair framed it. “I’ve talked to your father. He’ll be gentle.”

“You’re really okay with this, Mom?” I asked, shocked. “I mean, Daddy and I are going to...”

“Have a wonderful daddy/daughter bonding moment.” She rubbed her hands up and down my arms. “It’s a blowjob, honey. It’s not like you’re going to give him your virginity. It’s not really incest.”

“Still...” My pussy clenched. I couldn’t believe this was happening. How did it get to this? And so fast. I was just talking to her this morning about it, and now she was heading out for the afternoon to give Daddy me some privacy. “Maybe this is a bad idea.”

“Do you want to please your man and keep him happy?” Mom asked. “This is how you learn to do it. You practice.”

“But...” I licked my lips. “I don’t have a guy I want to keep happy.”

“Yet.” She smiled, delight shining in her eyes. “But you will. You will find that guy, and this is your chance to get a head start. I didn’t know how to give a blowjob at all. Not really. When I met your father, I was hopeless.”

“And you’re still together,” I muttered.

“True. But now you’ll have the chance to be proficient. You’ll make him happy. You’ll see.” She rubbed my arms. They were left bare by the pink negligee I wore. It was a naughty nightgown my mother bought me for my birthday a few months ago.

I had been so embarrassed when she slipped it to me ahead of my party, whispering, “Open this when you’re alone.”

“And don’t even pretend you’re not interested,” she continued. “You want this. I know you do, and that’s okay. It’s fine to be into a guy. You’re going to have so much fun with him. You’re going to have such a good time. You’ll make your daddy happy.”

“I will?” I asked, this hot rush rippling through me.

Mom winked at me. “Okay. Now, you get up there, suck his cock, and have fun. I’ll be home in a few hours, and I will want to hear all about your blowjob lesson.” She flashed me a smile. “As excited as your father is, you’ll probably get two or even three chances to practice.”

“Okay,” I said, my heart pounding. “He’s really excited?”

“Yep.” Mom kissed me on the cheek. “Okay, the movie’s going to start. You two have fun. I can’t wait to find out how well your blowjob lesson went.”

Mom whirled around, the skirt of her sundress flaring. Her large purse swung off her shoulder. She threw open the front door and then she was gone. The door closed with a loud thud that made my heart explode in my chest.

I glanced upstairs. This was really happening.

“It’s just a blowjob,” I muttered. I flexed my fingers. “That’s it. Nothing special. Just going to suck Daddy’s cock.”

This wicked, wanton heat rippled out of my satin panties. They molded to my pussy. I shuddered, breathing in the scent of my bath soap and shampoo. I licked my lips, feeling the waxy coating of my ruby lipstick. I was as ready as I ever would be.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter as I headed for the stairs. My nipples poked against the semi-transparent top of my negligee. My small breasts quivered. Every step brought me closer and closer to Daddy.

I reached the second floor and glanced to my right. The master bedroom was open. The portal into my parents’ room. I shuddered. It was dimly lit by sunlight bleeding through closed curtains. I could feel the intimacy it represented.

“Just a blowjob,” I muttered as I headed down the hall.

I passed my bedroom door shut tight. I could dart in there and hide. I could wait until Mom came home and I told her I chickened out. That I didn’t have it in me to learn how to give a blowjob. I shuddered. This was so wicked. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. That I would do something this kinky with my dad.

It was insane.

I was insane to want to do this with my daddy. He was my flesh and blood. He created me in Mom’s womb. My heart pounded in my chest. My entire body trembled. The heat raced through me as I swallowed.

I stepped into the bedroom.

“Kat,” Daddy said, his voice a deep rumble.

I glanced to my right and found him stepping out of the master bathroom. He wore a gray bathrobe. It was belted about his brawny body. He was a construction worker. A foreman now, but he still looked strong and tough. He was a tall man with short, black hair and the same green eyes as me. His tanned arms folded across his chest. The muscles rippled in him. He was so strong. I shuddered before him.

“So...” I said, squirming. I licked my lips. “Um...”

“Want a glass of wine?” he asked. “I know I could use one to help me relax.”

I nodded. I didn’t drink much, but right now, I needed something. He turned around and there was a bottle on the nightstand and two glasses. He popped the cork and poured two large glasses of red. He handed me one.

“Your mother’s idea,” he said. “I guess this all is.”

I nodded as I sipped at my wine. The dry taste of the fruity yet sour drink filled my mouth. I had no idea if it was good or not, but the warmth it spread through my veins, different from the warmth rising out of my pussy, hit me.

I needed more.

I took a long drink, tilting my head back. I groaned at the flavor of the wine passing over my teeth. It was incredible to enjoy. I trembled as it settled into my belly. It sent this heady rush through me. I whimpered, my head shook from side to side. My hair danced over my negligee.