Chapter 3

Monday was a zoo at work. A few crises that had to be defused. Kerry was at my side all day. I was conflicted. She smelled so good and we were right on the same frequency with the problems. Today was different. Maybe it was the stress, I don’t know, but she started touching me. Nothing crazy, just a hand on my shoulder, brushing my arm with her fingers. Very tame but new. She seemed to stand closer also. I was dying.

It was six-O’clock. Only Tom, Kerry and I were left. Kerry came into my office and closed the door. That little bell went off again. Had I crossed a line? I had been very careful around her in spite of my interest. She sat down in my lounge chair and threw one leg over the other, leaning back, “I’m leaving the firm.”

I was stunned, “why?”

She leaned forward, “I need to change jobs to cement my ability. No matter how well I do here, there will be people that only see the family connections.”

“I see that. Good point. But, I’m not happy.”

She smiled and got up. Walking to the window. We’re on a high floor, great view. My brain kicked me in the ass. I got up, stood behind her. Time to take a chance. She ignored me, “Why aren’t you happy?”

I slipped my arms around her waist. She didn’t protest. I put my mouth near her ear, “You’re an amazing talent and we are so in tune it makes work so easy.”

She moved. I sensed maybe I went too far. I let go. She turned too face me, staying close, “Good point. That’s the real reason I have to leave.”

“Huh?”

Her head angled and moved in. Her lips touched mine. We coupled, kissing hard and deep, my cock firming against her, my hands holding her ass. It seemed like hours till we broke our embrace. Foreheads, touching, panting. She smiled, “because I can’t be in a relationship with my boss.”

We kissed again, I held her firm flanks against my bulge. She doesn’t use perfume, the lingering scent of her shampoo and body wash was enough. She pressed herself, moving side-to-side, feeling my erection against her pussy. We broke. She laughed, “Hmmm, not the way this is supposed to go.”

We were both flushed, breathing hard.

I laughed, “Kerry, may I take you out?”

“Why yes. I’d like that, thank you.”

The next day, Saturday, we went for a hike on our first date. Off the trail, on a large flat rock, naked and satisfied. She was an amazing lover and had the most luscious black bush. She rolled over on top of me, “I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

“I had to work so hard at being a boss, but I loved every second we were together and I was sad I couldn’t be more than your boss.”

Kerry rubbed her sweaty body on mine, bringing my cock back to life, “Now you’re my lover and I’ve never been happier.”

Since she happened to be on top of me, she took the opportunity to fill her pussy with my cock. It was a good day.

We stayed naked, had lunch, bagged sandwiches and bottled water. Kerry sat, Indian style and didn’t care that her pussy was leaking cum.

“So, Jim, our first date is everything I could have wanted, and more.”

“Kerry, we both know we’re perfect for each other. Wanna go steady?”

She burst out laughing, “Nice. Funny. So, is this the part where we get honest about ourselves and prior or ongoing relationships?”

“Good idea. I have been seeing a woman, just for sex. She’s actually the wife of one on my friends.”

Kerry mocked a gaping mouth, “You dog! Really?”

I laughed, “Oh, it gets weirder. He knows and is okay with it. He knows we have nothing in common and she using me as, how did he say it, a human dildo.”

Kerry snorted water out her nose. “Damn you!”

“I’m ending it. But I wanted you to know.”

Kerry smiled, “Thanks. I too was seeing somebody. Somebody in the ‘Dad’s club.”

I just stared at her. That was the name Frank used. Can’t be.

“Dad’s club? I’m not familiar with that.”

Kerry smiled and her hand moved to her pussy, “I forgive your attempt at ignorance due to the nature of the group. I’ve been having sex with my father since I was sixteen. We know Frank from the club, dad brought him in. He told us about a new member and we figured it out. I hope you’re not upset but, as you said, we need to go into this honestly and that isn’t something anyone would confess. You’d do the right thing and stop loving your daughter. I’d have to stop loving dad. Now we don’t have to. Unless you feel otherwise.”

I ran Frank’s confession through my mind. Tom and Kerry saw Frank and Terry. I laughed to myself over the rhyming sound of that. Kerry was rubbing her clit and pinching a nipple, “I hope I haven’t spoiled things.”

My cock was growing. Three times? Could be a record, “No, blew me away a bit and I’m getting over it. Never would have thought it.”

She smiled, “me either, guess family lovers don’t have a look.”

Kerry lay back on the blanket, “Wanna seal the deal?”

I lay over her, my cock nestled at her entrance. I whispered in her ear, “Molly likes to watch.” I slipped my cock deep inside as Kerry whispered back, “so do I, and more.”

I held myself over Kerry as I slid my erection in and out. Her pussy, warm, wet and comforting. Her, under me, smiling, groaning, cumming, my sweat pooling on her soft skin. Her green eyes pulling me into her wonder. I was in love. She brought her legs up and pulled me into her, wanting more, faster, harder. I fucked her.

“That’s it, Jim. Harder. Oh yes. Mmmmmpppffff, cummin.”

I felt her love course out over our union. “You feel so good, Kerry.”

Panting, she smiled, “Love your cock. I want you to cum in mouth next time.”

“Gonna cum, baby. Only if you’ll cum in mine,”

We crested together, under the bright sun. A first time that will be legend in our relationship.

Soft, but still inside, laying still. She sighed, “Is it bad that this is better than having sex with my dad?”

“It’s different. I love Molly and I love making love to her, but she’s younger. The taboo nature also makes our sex different.”

Kerry moved, I got off, letting my exhausted penis slid out. She held me, “Poor fellas gonna need a rest.”

I laughed, “Hope Molly has a lot of homework.”

We both laughed at that. Kerry leaned back on the rocks, “So, I’m gonna ‘go there.’ How did it start?”

I told her the story of the sleepover and my desire for Molly that haunted me before then. Kerry laughed, “Five? Five teenage girls? You sir, are a legend! The despoiler of virgins!”

“Well, now that you put it that way.”

“You’re not worried that the secret might leak out?”

“It’s a chance we all take, right?”

She smiled, “Yes, true. Dad and I have sex in his office. It’s mega risky, but so exciting. Not just getting caught, but getting caught fucking your dad.”

“You’re a little more than the package label advertised,”

Kerry came over and hugged me, “a lot more and I hope you want to find out.”

“Lead me on. I will follow, mostly out of morbid curiosity.”

She laughed. There was a pause in the conversation. I wanted to know.

“So, how did it start?”

Kerry sat up. The sun glinted off the sweat, her hair lay slack over her shoulders, soaked. She brushed it back off her face, “When I was sixteen, I changed. My body was changing. I had hair on my pussy. I masturbated frequently. I read erotic stories on line. All normal until I watched my parents make love. The usual, I wasn’t supposed to be home. They left the bedroom door open. As I got close, I knew. I was terrified of being caught but I could not leave. I had to see. Taking a chance, I looked past the door frame. Their bed faced the door. Dad on his back, mom riding him, cowboy. Real sex. My parents. My pussy got so wet. I was surprised. This was my family, I should be shocked, embarrassed, but no, I was hotter than I had ever been. I could smell the sex in the room. I could hear the sound of my mother’s pussy sloshing up and down. I could see my father’s erect penis, covered in mom’s juice.

“I had shorts and a tank top. I wasn’t thinking, just wanted to touch myself. I shoved the shorts and my panties down, not caring if I got caught. One hand between my legs, the other up under the top pinching a nipple. I came, I came so fucking hard it poured out onto the carpet. They kept fucking and I kept masturbating.

“By now I was in the doorway. He saw me. Dad’s eyes locked on mine. I froze. Mom grunted an orgasm and kept fucking. Dad and I just stared at each other. I went back to fingering my pussy. Dad smiled and grabbed mom’s nipples. They kept fucking while dad and I watched each other. I slipped away when mom dismounted.

It was a week of tense ‘normal’ life before the event was brought up. Dad was normal, maybe a bit more affectionate. I did notice that a pair of my panties went missing.Having read plenty of sex stories, and now focusing on incest stories, I knew dad had them. But why hadn’t he said something, done something?

I masturbated every night and many mornings thinking about fucking dad. One morning I did it in my panties, soaking the gusset. I left them on my floor, laid out, the dark gusset facing the door, and went to breakfast. They were gone when I got back. But that’s as far as it went. I even ‘forgot my towel’ once and walked out of the bathroom naked. Dad saw me. I stopped, facing him. As he spoke I watched his eyes devour me. But, he just said that I needed to be more discreet now that I was a woman. But I saw it. I saw his cock getting bigger inside those loose boxer shorts.

Even mom noticed. She didn’t say anything to me, but you just know. I had given up.

Dad was golfing one Saturday. Mom and I were working in the garden. We finished and stood under the pergola drinking water. I love my mother, she’s an amazing woman. I look a lot like her. We stood, our clothes soaked in sweat and talked like friends. Mom finished her bottle, “Well, looks like we need a shower. Come on.”

I followed mom up the stairs and at the top, mom touched my arm, “In here.” It was their room. I was confused.

Mom pulled off her shirt. She had a black bra and it was soaked too, “They keep talking about a water shortage. Thought we could share.”

Now, I was young, but I wasn’t stupid and I’d read a lot of incest porn. Mom and I had never shared a shower and other than watching her fuck dad, I’d never seen her naked. I knew what was going on. I was shocked, totally blindsided, but I was curious, horny.

Mom and dad have a huge tile shower, seats, steps rainfall heads. It’s not bathing, it’s a cleansing experience, but I’d never been in it. I just stood there. Mom ignored me and took off her bra. Her breasts, well, bout the same as mine now. I stared. I’d never seen them, other than that time. Mom put her fingers inside and shoved her shorts off. Matching black thong. Pulling that off, mom stood in front of me, naked and sweaty. She was beautiful. She shaved her sex. She smiled and said, “staring? It’s not like you haven’t seen your mother naked, and more.”

“Oh, I got so red. I stumbled into an apology that she interrupted, “Dad and I have no secrets. He told me afterwords. Now, you need to get naked and we can shower.”

I stripped, my mother watching carefully. Done, I stood for inspection. She smiled and touched my face, “You’ve grown up, Kerry. You’re quite a young woman. I love your firm young breasts and that you left your pubic hair alone. Dad was very excited seeing you and now I know why. Let’s go.”

Each of under a rainfall head. The gentle flow washing the heat and sweat away. Mom took her body wash off the shelf and handed it to me, “Do my back?”

“Do you have a washcloth?”

Mom turned around, showing me her firm round ass, “Just use your hands, we’re family.”

Mom turned off the shower heads and turned on the steam. The cloud rolled around us, obscuring our unusual act. I was under her spell. She has a presence. The steam helped. Hiding it, I guess.

My hands touched my mother’s body. Warm. Wet from the shower. The body wash under my fingers, feeling her muscles. I’d never touched anybody. She leaned against the shower wall, silent. Feeling safe, I explored. As I ran my hands up and down her back I massaged her, enjoying the feel. Mom sighed quietly, ‘lower, please.’ My had was at the base of her spine. I was confused. Did mom want me to touch her, butt? My fingers touched the top of her cleft. She sighed again, ‘nice, more, please.’

“I was sixteen. Still a virgin. I’d kissed a boy, masturbated him and he me in the backseat of a car. My best friend and I masturbated together during a sleepover. That was the extent of my sexual experience. But, even with that limited knowledge, I knew something was happening here and I needed to make a choice. My pussy did all the thinking. My soapy hand ran down my mother’s ass crack. She spread her legs, ‘Thank you, Kerry, that’s nice. Make mommy feel good, you know how, just do what you do with yourself.’

“My fingers slid over mom’s star and I touched her pussy. She was wide open and very wet, wetter than I got. I was curious, my fingers exploring. She was so wet and so warm and moaning into the wall. The steam was thick, hiding us from our forbidden desire. Bolder, hornier, I moved closer, my other hand around her, capturing one of her full breasts, the nipple between my fingers. Mom groaned and my hand on her pussy was deluged, ‘you made mommy cum, baby. We need t wash up and get into bed, if you want to.”