Chapter 4

4

Part I

It was back-to-school time, and I wasn’t the least bit happy. It wasn’t that I hated school, or that I didn’t have school friends. I actually loved school, and I had several friends, mostly girls. You see, there were three things that had me down in the dumps. And each was sorta unbearable.

First, and foremost, was that Julie had returned to college the week before. We had become extremely close over the summer, and not just in a sexual way, though that was a major factor. No. We’d often nap naked together in a tight, caring embrace. We were confiding almost every aspect of our lives with each other in daily debriefings, as it seemed. We watched movies, rode bikes and played video games.

We traded stories of each and every sexual encounter with our dear father, including even the most trivial details. Julie had become a true BFF to me, and I to her. We both sobbed uncontrollably when she was ready to walk through the door to her ratty old used car for the long trip back to college. Mommy tried to console me, but there was no use. Her prediction was so right. It hurt like hell.

Secondly, the required silence. I felt I had mentally grown and matured far beyond that of my classmates at school. My girlfriends were gossiping about certain really cute boys, and what it would be like kissing them, while I daydreamed about Rocky’s bulbous helmet massaging the walls of my pussy. I had all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. Their girlish chatter bored me to tears. I had to stay tight-lipped about my unfettered love affair with my own father. I wanted to shout out to the world my undying love for him and my sweet sister, but that wasn’t even a tiny possibility.

On multiple occasions, my parents and Julie had all made me extremely aware of the need for total secrecy. They explained how society would automatically assume Daddy had been raping us, no matter what we said. No matter how we might beg them to understand that we truly wanted sex with him. He’d get arrested. He’d be kept away from us. And he’d probably end up in prison. When the day would come for his eventual release, he’d have to live as a registered sex offender for the rest of his life. Not only that, if authorities found out about me and my sister, they’d keep her away from me, as well! Dear God, just the thought of the possible ramifications of talking made me cringe and feel like throwing up.

Thirdly, I had matured, physically, a lot over the summer. My breasts were nearly a true C-cup. I had grown another inch and a half, and I could swear my hips had noticeably widened. My jeans weren’t only getting too short, but they barely fit around my butt anymore. Daddy sure seemed to notice.

Anyway, the point is that I knew the boys would be even more gaga and drooling, and it made me uncomfortable. And, when they had the nerve to talk to me, they’d be all stuttery and nervous. Sweating. Yeah, it would be kinda flattering, in a kid-stuff sort of way, but no thanks! Daddy, and even Julie, had lovingly guided me far beyond such juvenile awkwardness. Some might think I’d lost my childhood. That’s an overused cliché. Listen, I couldn’t have been a happier girl after experiencing that marvelous Summer. I felt so complete and so loved. But, for you naysayers, I’ll have you know I decided to keep all my stuffed animals. I was still a kid, but with benefits!

So, I began ninth grade with great trepidation, something I’d never felt regarding school before. Mommy and Daddy could tell I wasn’t myself. They wanted to help, but how could they? Daddy realized that all he could do was to love me, and to spend time with me. Our times on the patio smoking delicious premium cigars together became more frequent. He introduced me to some of the ones I’d once considered stinky. I quickly discovered that they only smell stinky if you’re not the one smoking them! Haha! It felt so odd to be a burgeoning, fourteen-year-old female cigar aficionado, but that’s exactly what was happening.

It was about a week later that I found a beautifully wrapped gift on my bed when I got home from school. It was rather sizable, about the size of, say, a large printer box. But I didn’t need a printer. On top was a little card which read, “For my daughter, my partner, my smoking buddy, my one and only Tina. I Love You, Daddy.” I raced to rip the wrapping paper off, tossing it on the floor in a flurry. I could hardly believe what I saw!

It was a beautifully-crafted, hand-rubbed, solid black walnut cigar humidor. Inside it was a wide variety of brands and sizes of very expensive, imported world-class cigars. There was a hygrometer on the outside, so I could check the humidity level without opening the humidor. There was a drawer on the bottom with adjustable dividers, as there were in the mammoth top compartment. But the bottom ones were for all the tools of the “hobby”, which Daddy had supplied and stuffed into the drawer! My own torch lighter, two cans of butane, stainless steel cutter, cigar punch, extra humidifiers and a small, real-gold-trimmed cigar ash tray. All together, the perfect gift for a cigar-smoking Peters girl, I surmised!

Daddy had to have spent a small fortune on such a wonderful gift. I knew the humidor alone probably went for at least $500! The cigars probably added up to even more than that. It’s true that Daddy’s job at General Dynamics was very lucrative, but I actually felt guilty for accepting such an expensive gift the way I did. I ran to him, jumped up into his arms and thanked him with a deep, French kiss. After dinner he went over everything with me, all the different cigar types and flavors, how to keep the humidity at 70%, how to refill my lighter, etc. Then we went out to the patio with Mommy for Peet’s Major Dickason’s Blend dark roast coffee and cigars. The large billowing smoke clouds symbolized our enjoyment together as a family.

That night, Mommy and Daddy invited me into their bed. Daddy and I spent quite some time immersed in soft, loving foreplay. I felt almost worshiped. He had me terribly excited and begging to be stuffed with his manhood. We made love as my mother looked on with her reassuring smile. Once again, she held my hand tightly as Daddy penetrated me. I squeezed her hand. She wanted so much to be a part of it, and this was her way. I felt so unbelievably loved.

That evening I realized how fortunate I was and, therefore, how stupid it was of me to be depressed about ridiculous school stuff. Other kids at school would kill to have what I had. That was the last thought I can remember as I fell asleep naked, between my parents, freshly-fucked and filled to overflowing with my father’s potent sperm.

Part II

Suddenly, I awoke in the dark. Dear Lord, Daddy was eating me out, and it felt incredible! I spread my arms and legs as I began writhing in sexual rapture. Only one of my arms landed on the sheets. The other landed on ... what? No! It can’t be!! It landed on ... my father!?! As the grogginess began to clear in my head, the truth was inescapable. It was my mother, face-first into my sperm-filled pussy! It felt sooooo good that I had very little self-control. But I had to speak. I had to know what was happening, and why. I didn’t want her to stop, but I needed her to stop. I was so confused. After a minute or so I finally spoke.

“Mommy, what are you doing? Why?” I whispered, not wanting to wake Daddy.

She raised her face from my soaked crotch. Though quite dark, I could detect the faint glisten of my father’s cum coating her face, from her nose to her chin. I found it difficult to find words.

“Mom, talk to me.”

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry, Tina. I never should have done anything without your permission. I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No. It felt wonderful. But, why? I mean, why you?”

“Tina, honey, it’s difficult even for me to understand why. Lately, watching you and your father, I started having thoughts about you. You’re so very sexy and beautiful, and I felt drawn to you as I watched you climaxing on several occasions. But I never said anything about it, fearing you’d be repulsed. Now, you must be, for sure.”

“Hmmm? Whatcha say? I’ll be right there.” Daddy mumbled.

“Go back to sleep, Daddy.” I said, as he was already snoring again. It was 2:00 am.

“Mommy, I’m not repulsed at all. Just confused. Let’s go to the family room and talk.”

After we both cleaned up a bit, we sat together on the couch. Mommy was looking sad and guilty. I was feeling guilty, in a way, because I continued enjoying the oral sex for a time, even after knowing it was my own mother down there. I reached over to hold her hand. She squeezed mine so tightly.

“Sweetheart, there’s no other way to say it. Though I never meant for it to happen, over time I found myself becoming attracted to you. I never planned this. It hit me from out of the blue. Tonight, when I awoke, you were asleep. I felt such a strong urge to touch you there. I should have asked your permission, but I lost control. When I felt your juices and your father’s sperm I couldn’t stop myself. I needed to taste you, and to finally be the one to give my baby girl pleasure.”

I didn’t know what to say. I just stared at her, probably looking bewildered.

“Oh, God, now you must hate me.” she said as her eyes were beginning to well with tears.

“Hate you?! No. Never. I love you very much, Mommy. You know that! I always will. Nothing can change that. So, you wanted to give me pleasure? You’ve been wanting that for a long time?”

“Yes, baby. Each time I saw you in the middle of a powerful orgasm, I slowly developed a need to be the one giving you such pleasure. During your month with your father, I’d often hear you moaning and even screaming from behind the closed door. Sometimes I went to your room and masturbated with my dildo, fantasizing I was the one making you scream. I never experienced this with Julie, baby. Only you.”

“Mommy, once when Julie and I were in bed with Daddy, I saw you at the door, just staring. You seemed different somehow. I didn’t know what to think.”

“Yes, your instincts were right. I was different. I was beginning to feel my attraction to you. But I didn’t know what to say, or how to say it. So, I kept it to myself and continued masturbating. But, tonight, my feelings got the best of me. I have no right to expect you to reciprocate, baby. Have I gone too far?”

“No, Mommy. You love me. I know you wanted to give me pleasure, and I think that’s very sweet. I want to be able to say yes to you. I do. I’m not upset or repulsed or sad. Nothing bad like that. Really! But, can you understand that I need some time to kinda get my head around it?”

“Oh, of course I can, baby. I’ve put this sudden burden onto you, and I’m so sorry.”

“No need to feel sorry. Please. I’m not upset about it at all. Just give me some time.”

“Well, I really am sorry for not asking your permission. That was wrong of me, and will never happen again, sweetheart. I do love you, you know.”

“OK. Apology accepted, Mom. It’s already forgotten, as far as I’m concerned. And I love you, too. So Daddy doesn’t know?”

“No, baby. I never said a word about it to him.”

“Well, Mom, I doubt he’d mind once he understood your feelings. What do you think?”

“I think you’re right. Daniel loves family sex, and even family threesomes, as you well know. All that matters is what we two decide, and anything you say goes, honey. I’ll be happy, no matter what.”

We each went back to bed. She to hers, and I to mine. I needed to be alone to think, to process all that just happened. It was like a whirlwind inside my head.

The next morning went almost like any other Saturday. Daddy slept late. Mommy got up early at 7:00. The difference was me. I didn’t sleep as late as usual. When I got to the kitchen around 7:15, we just sorta looked at each other in silence, neither one knowing what to say. I had thought long and hard about my feelings after going back to bed. I got very little sleep, but I felt wide awake.

“You OK this morning, Tina?”

“Oh, sure. You?”

“Just worried about you. I don’t want to damage our mother/child relationship. That’s all.”

“Oh, God, no! That could never happen, Mommy. I promise, and you’ve got to start believing me. I did a lot of thinking last night, you know.”

“And?” she asked me in a nervous voice.

“Well, I was thinking maybe we could, I don’t know. Try it on for size? That’s a weird way to put it. I mean, maybe we could give it a chance? If it doesn’t seem quite right, or it just doesn’t work, then we could keep it to ourselves and be glad we tried. Could you stand that, I mean if it doesn’t work?”

“Yes. Absolutely. Having you as just my loving daughter would always be enough. But, would it ruin your feelings for me as your Mommy?”

“No. I think we’d come away from it either lovers, or just a lot closer because of the experience.”

“Oh, my sweet baby. I’m very happy to hear you say that.”

“Listen, Mom. Daddy is going golfing today, right?”

“Yes. Uncle Ron will be picking him up at 10:00 to play nine at Oakwood, then have lunch at the club house. Why?”

“Well, I’m not going anywhere today. And I know you’re not. Sooooo...?”

“Oh, sweetheart, Tina, I’d love to!”

We each got into our showers and got all squeaky-clean. I put just a touch of my Obsession parfum on the sides of my neck. I put on my sexiest lacy panties and bra, with my new super-short-shorts and a see-through halter top. I wanted to give this rendezvous the best chance possible.

When I saw my mother I was stunned! She looked sooooo beautiful! She wore the sweetest semi-see-through loose-draping flowered top, that highlighted her gorgeous boobs. Mom also wore shorts, just not super-short ones. No matter. Her shapely legs still were showcased, beautiful as ever. Mommy really was a beautiful woman.

Daddy got up rather late, hopped in the shower, grabbed an apple and was ready to run out the door, golf bag over his shoulder, to get in Uncle Ron’s car. But, not before he gave us each a kiss and noticed his two women were looking rather pretty that Saturday morning.

“Oooo weeee! Two gorgeous women! Maybe I should’ve stayed home today! You two even smell beautiful! I can think of some amazing things I could do with each of you! But I gotta run. Love ya both. Bye!!” he said as the door closed behind him.

All of a sudden, we had the whole house to ourselves. We just looked at each other for a while.

“My word, Tina. You look absolutely stunning! What a beautiful, beautiful woman you’ve become. My heart’s all pitter patter right now. Could this day actually be happening?! There are so many things I’d love to do to make you feel good.”

“And, Mom, I’m not just saying this. I’ve always thought you were pretty, but I never realized just how beautiful you are until this very moment. I just never looked at you in this way, before. I even have butterflies again. I didn’t expect to feel this way.”

Smiling, my mother reached out to take my hand, and led me to her bed. With every step I took it felt more and more right. I prayed this would be wonderful, sweet and very affectionate. I knew I would be loved and treasured. The thought of being so close and intimate with the woman who gave birth to me was, at once, exciting and disquieting. Even intimidating. For so many years I had relied on my mother for virtually everything, as Daddy worked. Everything from feeding to comforting to play. But could her deep motherly love, and the kind of love we were about to share in bed, coexist? Could my love for her as my Mom allow me to expand my love for her, physically?

“Tina, honey, would you let me undress you?” she asked with sweet emotion.

“Mmmhmm. That would be nice.” I replied, as the butterflies multiplied.

Slowly, methodically, my mother exposed my body from blouse to socks, except for my panties. She kissed my cheeks. She kissed my breasts and gently massaged my rear. She continued kissing as she went lower and lower.

“Sweetheart, may I please remove your panties?”

“Yes, Mommy. I’m ready.”

As my mother lowered my panties, she buried her nose in my strawberry blonde pubic hair, and breathed deeply. Mmmm, it felt so pleasingly warm. I knew she was beginning to seduce me as the familiar trembling started deep inside me. I had touched my mound ever so lightly with Obsession parfum when I got dressed.

“Can you smell that light scent? I’m wearing it just for you.”

“Yes I can, baby. I can smell your sweet sex, too. That smells even sexier. You’re very intoxicating, you know. How exquisitely lovely my baby girl has become. I love you so much.”

“Mmmmmm. That feels so nice. Ooooh, Mo...” She started kissing all over my trembling vagina. I could hardly believe it when I actually pulled her face to my moist pussy. She started licking and sucking on my clitoris. My sexual instinct started taking over. “Oh, God, that feels wonderful, Mo...”

“Baby, would you feel more comfortable calling me Ellen when we’re making love? I’d understand if you want to keep mother/daughter separate from this. I know this must feel quite different from being with your Daddy.”

“Yeah, I think so, Mo ... I mean, Ellen.”

After much attention being paid to my juvenile pussy, it was my turn to disrobe my mother. I removed her top, then unhooked her sexy bra. Oh, what lovely breasts. He large areolas were a light pink, surrounding her hard, erect nipples. The darker pink nipples were shaped like oversized pencil erasers, so prominent, begging to be sucked. And I complied. It felt so familiar! As I suckled, my mother gently held my head and embraced it against her abundant bosom.

“My sweet, sweet baby. I remember you suckling this way fourteen years ago. My milk sustained you for a full year. I wish I could provide milk to you right now, baby.”

I continued suckling. I didn’t respond. But, deep within my psyche, I longed to drink her milk once more. The very thought fueled my desire. I could feel my juices flowing for Mo ... For Ellen.

I worked my way down to her pussy. The anticipation of seeing her pussy up close, of smelling her sex, of tasting her juices made my entire body tremble.

“Tina, sweetheart, don’t be afraid. I want you there. I need you there. Let yourself go, baby.”

And I did. I felt my inhibitions fade, then disappear as I smelled and tasted Ellen’s sex. So sweet and perfect. So beautiful her womanhood. In an instant I knew this was sooo right. It was our mother/daughter love blossoming, maturing, into something much more intense, more intimate and even more marvelous. We had come full-circle together.

“Oh, Ellen, you taste so delicious. Your pussy is so welcoming. I can hardly believe I entered the world from this sweet place. I love your smell. It’s so feminine.”

We fell into the bed, naked and excited. My mother gently held my face in her hands and brought it to her own. Somehow, a deep open-mouth kiss seemed to me to be the most intimate act. The seal, confirming the shared physical connection. In my mind, it was a point of no return. Her lips came closer and closer. Could I perform this most undaughterly act with the woman who carried me inside her womb? Could I shirk all inhibitions to pass through this sexual gateway?

I reached out, placing my palms on the back of my mother’s head, and pulled her lips to mine. A rush of adrenaline and rapid blood flow coursed through my body as our mouths opened. I could tell my mother waited for me to make the ultimate move. The wait was short. My tongue darted inside her mouth. Our tongues touched. There was no stopping it. Our tongues wrestled, probing, tasting. It tasted so sweet, but different from Julie’s. Our breasts came together in a tight embrace. We couldn’t stop. We kissed for a minute, ten, an hour? Time didn’t exist. All there was in this world, was us.

As we laid there kissing, our pelvises pressed against each other, squirming, swirling. My heart tumbled into a place it had never been before. Being so intimate with my mother was creating a deep sense of love and affection that went well beyond what I felt in Julie’s arms. As tender and sweet as it was to make love to Julie, I could tell this encounter would be the supreme act for two women. I remember thinking how thankful I was that my mother had lost control in bed with me and Daddy. It opened a precious door to an exciting future for both of us.

My desire had steadily grown. I could wait no longer. Neither could she. We ended the kiss and flipped around. I got on top of Ellen, on my knees, face down into her gorgeous pussy, with mine radiating heat above her face. She quickly grabbed some pillows, raising her head high to compensate for the size difference in our frames. Both our mouths were then able to do their loving duty. All inhibition evaporated as I buried my face in my mother’s pussy, and she in mine. Oh, what bliss! Our familial tie had gone full circle, and joined. We were complete.

I hadn’t ever done a sixty-nine before, not with Julie, not with Daddy. It just felt like the ideal way to consummate our new, expanded relationship. We feasted on each other. My mother knew just what to do to drive me nuts with desire. But little did she know how much experience I had in pleasing Julie. My mother cried out as I attacked her engorged clitoris, sucking and licking like a crazed lover. As if in competition, she launched an even fiercer assault on Misty. Soon, I was crying out as if in pain.

Then she pulled my hips lower. I couldn’t understand why. Her mouth was already firmly planted in my pussy. The answer same quickly as her tongue began probing my anus.

“Ohhhhhhh. Aaaaaahhhhhh. Mommy!! Oh, God, sooooo goood!”

“Ellen” just didn’t feel right. No! This was my mother. My dear mother. The woman I loved more than any other woman in the world!!

“Oh, it feels so amazing, Mommy. Don’t stop!”

Mommy’s tongue started working on my sphincter, pushing, probing, pressing. Her fingers worked my pussy. The incredible feeling of having my ass tongued that way made me work Mommy’s pussy even harder. I took occasional breaks to breathe and moan loudly. Mommy’s hips shot upward, pressing her bush hard against my face. As she continued tonguing my ass and fingering Misty, she let out sounds that announced her orgasm was fast approaching. But, so was mine. All of a sudden, my sphincter relented and allowed her tongue to enter, if only a little.

“Holy shit!! Yesssssssss Mommy! That’s fucking amazing! Aaaaaahhhhhh. Fuck my asshole!!”

Mommy couldn’t answer. Her tongue was, um, kinda busy, and her orgasm was so close that she couldn’t verbalize, anyway. I felt those waves building again. My body stiffened. Muscles tensed. I was about to explode in sublime ecstasy. Mommy’s legs straightened and locked. I felt her stomach harden. Then Mommy came. I felt her juices begin to flow, but they continued and increased. Her love juices shot from her pussy as she yelled out foreign sounds.