I’m Kelsey, I’m sixteen and I have a reputation as a slut. That goes for my BFF, Chelsea, too. We earned the title, since we both love it when guys fuck us. So far, we’ve both fucked about a dozen guys each. They were all high school guys and looking back I can only describe a couple of them now as decent fucks, probably an average 3.5 out of 5 stars for the best ones and the rest weren’t even that good. Chelsea tells me the same thing. We changed our ratings on the high school guys because both of us had the most amazing sexual experiences of our lives on the same weekend this spring, at the same time, with the same guy – my daddy. I told the story earlier in “Chelsea, Kelsey and Dad” and this is about what happened because of that weekend.

After Daddy dropped me off at home, Mom and I had the usual conversation about my weekend.I told her about the fun stuff we did, leaving out the parts about the two of us fucking Daddy, of course. Then I told Mom I wanted to move in with Dad and she sat me down and gave me the same talk he’d given me about how one of the reasons they divorced was that Daddy started to be afraid he was going to molest me. She tried to explain Dad’s fetish for teenage girls and his lack of desire for women Mom’s age, but when she saw I wasn’t surprised by any of what she was saying, something clicked in her brain. She looked at me and said, “You fucked him, didn’t you?”

There’s no sense in lying to my Mom, she’d figure it out and things would get ugly, so I admitted it. I even told her it turned into a threesome with Chelsea. She didn’t get angry. She started laughing, which seemed weird to me. I’d just told her that Daddy had fucked two fifteen-year-old girls, one of them his own daughter, and she wasn’t the least bit surprised or angry about it; not even about the incest.

“I’m not surprised about Chelsea,” she told me. “Jordan looked like somone hit him with a skillet the minute he saw that little cutie. She’s just his type – young looking and kinda small up top. There’s no way he could resist her.

“Yeah,” I said, “it’s a good thing she and I don’t mind sharing our toys.”

Mom giggled at that for a second, then got serious. “I’ve worried about Jordan, you know. I’ve worried his fetish for young teen girls would put him in jail. A twenty-year-old guy doing a fifteen-year-old isn’t the big deal it is becomes when the guy is forty, so I’m thinking this could actually be a good thing. He stuck with me for almost twenty years before I got too old to turn him on. No telling how long a girl like Chelsea could keep him interested.”

“So you’re cool with me living with Daddy?” I asked. “And you’re OK with him having sex with me and Chelsea?”

“One question at a time,” Mom said, “First, yes, I’m open to the idea of you living there, but I can’t make that decision on my own. Jordan has to want you to live there, and then we have to work out a lot of stuff like child support and transportation.”