Chapter 2

Sixteen and a half

“So, we’re going to break a little with family tradition,” said Helen one day during dinner.

“Which tradition?” I asked.

“The one where I have to wait a year before doing anything more with you,” said Aubrey. “Remember my request last year?”

“To make out...” I tried to remember clearly.

“With me,” finished Helen, “the same as she makes out with you. Well, wait-a-year was your plan. Aubrey and I talked it over and made our own deal. She’s 16-and-a-half, and half a year is good enought for me. I’m the one who has to consent, and I’m giving my consent now.”

“Now?”

“Now,” said Aubrey, “like, after dinner.” She smiled in the quick, self-pleased way that she does when she’s won an argument or gotten away with something she’s not supposed to do.

While Helen cleaned up, Aubrey went upstairs to get ready. She came downstairs in the same outfit she had worn the year before, the sexy shiny skirt and semi-transparent top. We were waiting for her in the same way, with me in my easy chair, and Helen on the plush sofa. I wore my usual T-shirt and boxer shorts. Helen wore only a thin, loose nightshirt, and panties.

Aubrey came to me first, leaning over my chair to kiss me long and slow.

“Don’t feel left out, Daddy,” she said. “But I’m half a year older now, and I’m going to try making out with Mom now, OK?”

“Sure, darling,” I was already tenting my shorts.

“I’m ready if you are, sweetie,” said Helen.

Aubrey went over to the sofa and sat down next to Helen. They turned a bit to face each other. “Can we just try kissing?” she asked softly.

“Sure, sweetie. Are you sure you’re OK with this?”

“Yeah. It’s just weird. Not because you’re a girl, but because you’re my mom.”

Helen nodded. “You don’t have to do anything, sweetie. Is the idea of doing stuff with me exciting, or scary?”

“Mostly exciting. I mean, I’ve fantasized about it a lot.”

“Good. I’ve fantasized about you a lot too, sweetie.”

“You have? Oh, that’s good,” Aubrey smiled. “With Dad, I know he’s excited because he gets so hard. With you, I don’t know.”

“There are a lot of other ways to know someone is excited, sweetie,” said Helen, then she put out a hand to gently pull Aubrey’s face to her own. Their lips met. For a full minute, there was just gently kissing, then I saw Aubrey’s body relax, and the kiss got heavier. Their hands were gently touching each other’s bodies.

“Wow!” said Aubrey. “I love how you kiss, Mom!”

“You can call me Mommy when we’re making out,” said Helen. “It’s kinkier.”

“Oh, sure,” giggle Aubrey. “Take off my top and play with my tits, Mommy.”

The shimmery top came off. I was painfully hard in my shorts as I watched my wife move from gentle teasing of our daughter’s nipples with tongue and fingers, to full-on sucking, interspersed with trips to Aubrey’s mouth for dramatic, urgent, deep French-kissing.

“Wow, this is so good! I can’t believe we’re doing it,” said Aubrey, breathing heavily. “Dad usually lets me take his shirt off. Can I do that with you too?”

“Sure, sweetie.” Helen’s loose shirt came off in one smooth motion.

Aubrey hung back, staring at her mother’s breasts. “Uh, Mommy, do you want me to play with yours too?”

“It’s totally up to you, sweetie. This is all about what you want. You don’t have to do anything for me. I’m already loving having you in my arms, and this whole thing is so wonderful and erotic. If you feel like playing with my breasts, go ahead. Or don’t. Either way.”

“OK.” Aubrey took Helen’s right nipple gently between her fingers and twirled it. “I know you like this, because I see you do it sometimes when you’re watching me and Dad together.”

“That’s true, sweetie. I like it when I’m really turned on.” Then they were kissing again, while Aubrey was twisting her mother’s nipples.

I dared to gently touch my cock, through my shorts.

Aubrey stopped kissing long enough to turn and look at me. “It’s OK if you want to masturbate, Dad. Mom does it when she watches you and me, so it’s only fair.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” I said, “but you know, I’ve always kept my shorts on. You don’t mind seeing my cock?”

“Oh, I’ve seen it lots of time, Dad,” giggled Aubrey. “I’ve caught peeks when you thought I wasn’t looking. You keep your shorts on when you’re kissing me, to keep your cock under control. But I’m kissing Mom now, so you can do whatever you like.”

“OK, then,” I agreed, wiggling out of my shorts. My cock sprang free, and I gently stroked it.

“Mmmm. Yeah.” said Aubrey. “It’s longer than Brian’s, but skinnier. I like it, Dad.”

“Thank you?” I said, unsure of how to take the compliment.

They went back to kissing and playing with each other’s nipples for a while. I slowly stroked. Eventually Aubrey dared to take one of her mother’s large nipples in her mouth and suck it. Helen moaned. My cock lurched. I had to close my eyes for a minute to hold off my own orgasm.

“Do you want me to touch your pussy, sweetie?” asked Helen.

“Yeah, Mommy. Take off all my clothes.” Aubrey stood up and helped as Helen wiggled off Aubrey’s skirt, then her panties. Aubrey then climbed back onto the sofa, this time directly in Helen’s lap facing her. Aubrey’s legs were spread wide, giving her mother easy access. They kissed, their bodies pressed together, mouth to mouth, tit to tit. From where I was sitting, I could only see Aubrey’s shapely naked butt, but I could tell when Helen’s fingers started exploring, because Aubrey moaned loudly.

“Your fingers are so soft, Mommy” murmured Aubrey. “And you’re so good at that.”

“Which do you like better, sweetie?” asked Helen. “When I swirl your clit like this? ... Or when I fuck you with two fingers, like this?”

“Oh, God, Mommy. Both are so good. Just keep doing it. I’m going to come.”

Sure enough, it was barely a couple minutes later that Aubrey came, loudly, in the middle of a deep kiss. Gently, slowly, she climbed off her mom’s lap.

“Oh wow. Just ... wow.” Aubrey was glowing, her voice slow and thick with arousal. “That was ... different than it is with Dad.”

“We can do it again sometime,” said Helen. “Just give me some advance warning, like you do with your Dad.”

“Yeah, Mom. Thanks. Um ... I guess I should go off to my room and give you guys some privacy now to have sex with each other.”

“You could,” said Helen smiling. “Or, you could stay and watch. I mean, if it’s OK with your father.”

“Really?! That’s cool. Dad, is it OK?”

I laughed. “Um, I guess so? You really don’t mind watching your parents have sex?”

“Why should I mind? I mean, you’re both sexy. It’ll be like watching porn, only better.”

“Well, I’m right on the verge of coming, already,” I said. “Watching you and your mother together was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Come here. Let her watch,” said Helen. “Come and do it in my mouth first.”

I stood, pulled off my shirt, dropped my shorts, and walked the two steps to where Helen sat topless on the sofa. She leaned forward and opened her mouth to accept my cock.

“Wow. Cool.” said Aubrey, sitting at the other end of the sofa, naked with her legs pulled up, facing us. “Just like porn. I don’t really like sucking cock. I mean, I’ve tried it a lot with different boys. I did it a lot for Brian, because I was in love with him. I don’t like it much when boys come in my mouth, either.” She giggled. “I guess Mom doesn’t mind.”

“It’s true,” I said, very gently moving my cock in and out of Helen’s mouth. “Your mom isn’t crazy about it either, but ever since you started making out with me and letting her watch, she gets so turned on that she doesn’t care. And I think it’s sexy as hell when she lets me do it.” I grabbed the part of my cock that wasn’t in Helen’s mouth, and stroked. “I’m going to do it right now.”

“Yeah!” said Aubrey. “Do it. Jack it off into her mouth!”

I felt my orgasm start, and managed to pull back a bit. Helen opened her mouth wide, my cock resting on her tongue. I gasped, and spurt after spurt of white cum splashed out, coating her tongue. A trickle ran down her chin.

“It doesn’t taste great, but it is sexy,” said Helen smiling. “Now, normally, I’d take your father upstairs and fuck him on our bed, but right now I’d rather he bent me right over the sofa and fucked me right here, so you can watch.”

“Yeah. Do it, Dad!” encouraged Aubrey.

“Give me a minute,” I said smiling, looking down at my wet, shrinking cock.

“I’ve got an idea,” said Helen. She scooted down the sofa, and whispered something in Aubrey’s ear.

“No, that’s too kinky,” said Aubrey quietly. Helen whispered again, something longer and more complicated. “Yeah. OK, that’s something I’d do. Sure, Mom.”

Helen got up and turned around, getting back on the sofa with her butt towards me. Aubrey got up and came to me. We kissed, standing up, both naked together for the first time. My wet cock dangled, brushing against Aubrey’s naked belly. The heat of my daughter’s kiss was already starting to get me hard again. Then I felt her hand, softly, gently taking hold of my cock.

“Sweetie...” I began.

“Shhh, Dad. It’s OK. We’re not having sex. I’m just holding you, to get you ready to have sex with Mom. Does it feel good?”

I paused, my wet cock growing in her hand. “Yes, sweetie. It feels really good. And very ... forbidden.”

“Mmm hmm,” she agreed, her tongue seeking mine in a kiss, as I grew harder and harder. “Now watch this, Daddy!” She turned to Helen, lifting her mom’s skirt up over her waist, then pulling down her mom’s panties. “See, I’m helping!”

“You sure are, sweetheart,” I agreed, my cock jutting forward, erect.

“Now let me put you in,” giggled Aubrey.

I let her. Once she had me lined up, I sank into my wife’s hot, wet hole. Helen moaned. Aubrey moved back to the other end of the sofa, spread her legs and started masturbating as she watched me fuck Helen hard for a nice, long time. Helen came several times, and I think I heard Aubrey coming once more, before I finally came.

After that incredible sixteen-and-a-half day, Aubrey cooled off a bit. She still came to me for make-out sessions, and some weeks she chose to do it with Helen instead of me. But she didn’t watch us having sex again for a long time, or even get naked with both of us at the same time. She also didn’t touch my naked cock; my shorts staying firmly on when she and I were together.

There was another boyfriend, or perhaps more of a friends-with-benefits, this time a boy a year younger than her, which was unusual for teenagers, since girls mature faster than boys, socially. His name was Ryan, and I think she mostly invited him over to give her oral sex - he was easily led, just so excited that a beautiful older girl was paying attention to him. That went on for a couple months, until she broke it off.

The next major sexual get-together was Christmas.

Christmas is a pretty small event around our house. We have a tiny tree, a few presents. Our main Christmas tradition is a large pancake breakfast! That morning, after my shower and coffee, I went down into the living room to find Aubrey and Helen, in pajamas, already at the tree. Our fireplace (not real wood, but cheerful flames nonetheless) flickered, and the room was warm. I settled in beside them, and we opened our small presents with each other, talking and laughing. It was a normal Christmas, until the last present came out, a medium-sized box that Aubrey handed to both of us.

“Go ahead, open it,” she said smiling.

Inside were a pair of long red-and-white socks, and a classic red-and-white Santa hat. And a letter. Helen and I read it:

Dear Parents,

I’ve been feeling very horny recently. This is all I’m going to wear this morning. I want to make out with both of you, as much as you are willing. I want you to touch me everywhere.

P.S. Keep your clothes on.

P.P.S. For my next birthday, I want to be able to do oral sex and stuff with you. But not yet.

Merry Christmas!

Love, Aubrey

“That sounds lovely, sweetie,” said Helen, handing the socks and hat to her.

“Cool!” said Aubrey. We watched as she stripped out of her pajamas and panties, then pulled on the socks and hat. She stood, spread her legs slightly and bent forward, with the limber grace of a teenage girl. The socks came up past her knee, dramatically framing her flawless pale thighs, her adorable butt, her widening hips, and the tuft of hair between her legs. “Do you like it, Daddy?”

“You’re incredibly sexy, sweetheart,” I said honestly.

“Good enough to eat,” said Helen smiling, “but I’m willing to wait for your next birthday for that.”

“Oh!” Aubrey giggled. “Yeah. But we can have fun now.”

“Maybe ... pull out the sofa bed?” I suggested.

“Good thinking,” said Helen, opening it up. It wasn’t a very soft bed, we only used it for the occasional house guest, but it had the advantage of being right in the middle of the living room, in front of the Christmas tree and the fireplace. Helen went to get a soft fitted sheet to lay out over the sofa mattress, then she crawled onto the bed. “I’d like to be first. I’m ready to make out with you, sweetie.”

I watched as Aubrey giggled and climbed onto the bed. They kissed, and rolled around a bit, until Aubrey got the upper hand, pinning Helen on her back and smothering her with wet kisses. Helen’s loose pajama top was unbuttoned, and Aubrey pulled out her mother’s tits to play with and suck.

“Come on Daddy. Join us!” said Aubrey after a few minutes. “Touch me.”

I carefully moved to sit on the bed beside them. I ran my hands gradually down Aubrey’s back, feeling her soft skin, down to her butt, where my hands joined Helen’s in kneading and squeezing our daughter’s butt cheeks. We were moving slowly, gently, in no hurry. Eventually I slipped a hand between Aubrey’s thighs and found her labia, already a little wet. I spent several minutes just teasing her labia apart, finding her clit, rubbing her wetness around.

“Wow, Daddy, that’s wonderful,” she said. “I love that I can kiss Mom and you can do that at the same time. More, please.”

My fingers got wetter, and slid in further. Soon, I was simply finger-fucking her, with two fingers in long smooth strokes. Aubrey was loving it. At one point she just stopped kissing Helen, pushing up and rocking her hips back to meet my fingers. Helen shifted to sucking Aubrey’s nipples that dangled over her face.

“Oh God, that’s good,” gasped Aubrey after a few minutes. “But I’m not going to come like that.” She pulled away from my fingers, and rolled off Helen, onto her back, spreading her legs. “Daddy, come kiss me and play with my tits. Mommy, rub my clit?”

“Sure thing, sweetie,” said Helen, rolling into position, her hand finding the right spot. I lay down on the bed beside Aubrey, so cute in her Santa hat! My tongue sought hers, my fingers grasped her nipples. Helen’s fingers took Aubrey on a wild ride, up and down the throes of arousal, for a long delicious time, until finally showing mercy and finishing her off. Aubrey’s orgasm was loud and long.

Helen kissed each of us, then got up to go start the pancakes, leaving me and Aubrey to cuddle through her long afterglow.

“You’re just so hard, Daddy,” she said running her hands over the bulge in my pajamas.

“It’s been like that since you climbed on your mother and attacked her tits.”

“That’s a real turn-on for you, isn’t it Daddy? Watching girls together? I mean, it seems all guys like lesbian porn.”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. I guess so. But it’s not just any two women. You happen to be the two most beautiful women I know, but you’re so much more than that. Seeing you together is like ... magic.”

“Hmmm.” She reached her hand inside my pajamas, and grasped my hard cock. “You would want to fuck me, wouldn’t you Daddy? I mean, if I wanted you to, and I wasn’t your daughter?

“Sweetheart, it’s impossible for me to see you as anything other than my daughter. That’s why I’d never lay a hand on you in any way you didn’t ask for. And even some things you ask for, I made you wait until you’re old enough.” I trailed my hand down between her legs, my fingers exploring her wetness. “This delightful pussy of yours, I still feel nervous about touching. Even though you’re a young woman now, even though it’s crystal clear that you want me to touch it. I never stop being your Dad, I never stop worrying that I might be mistreating you in some way. Having actual sex ... as you put it, fucking you, would be even more scary. So you see, whether or not I want to do it is almost beside the point.”