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Even In The Best Families
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
In what circumstances should a teenage girl best
discover the facts of life? Sex Ed class? The back seat
of a Pontiac GTO? Or during one of those late-night
mom-daughter chats? For young Shelley, her sexual
initiation was to take a far more direct route - in bed
with her parents! For those of you affronted by such
concepts, I would suggest you take a rain-check. (MF/f-
teen, ped, bi, inc, 1st)
***
"But have you ever even thought about DOING anything
improper as far as Shelley is concerned Greg?" She was
staring at her husband as one might a laboratory
specimen. "Be honest with me, I promise I won’t hold it
against you hun – I’m just interested.
"Jesus Christ," Greg was thinking, "What father if he
was honest had never once looked at his fourteen-year
old daughter, if only in a moment of surging hormonal
unrest, and wondered what it would be like to shove her
face-down on the bed, tug those hot little panties down
beneath that damnably clingy little nightdress and
bring her fully up to date on sex-ed while she moaned
herself stupid like Justin Timberlake in the recording
studio.
"Well Trace," he replied, figuring the jury was gonna
return a guilty verdict in any event, "Since you ask,
yeah, I guess I have noticed our daughter has kinda
grown-up of late. Hard to miss really – well from a
male viewpoint."
Tracey sat up straight in bed, hugging her knees.
"You’re avoiding my question though Greggy. Have you
ever gone past the "noticing" stage? I mean..." she
paused, looking for the right words, "Has it ever
reached the, you know... fantasy stage?"
Greg was distinctly uncomfortable in the witness stand.
"Come on Tracey," he replied, "You’re asking me if I
have ever thought about having sex with my fourteen-
year old daughter?" He sat there staring at his wife.
"You know?" he muttered, "All this research you’re
doing for your Psyche major is messing with your mind
Tracey. You’re gonna end up wondering if every man fits
your lecturer’s profile of an urban rapist... if not
the local neighborhood paedophile."
"Don’t get mad with me hun," she pouted, suddenly all
hurt and vulnerable. "I was just wanting to get a male
perspective here... especially from a guy with a pretty
young daughter. Doesn’t mean I think you’re actually
gonna try anything with her – God forbid!"
He studied his still very attractive wife, barely into
her mid thirties. Aggression he had learned early in
life, was a handy defense tactic.
"Ok Trace, now you be honest with me. OK?" She slipped
effortlessly into her cute-as-a-button look!
"Does the thought of me doing stuff to Shelley turn you
on at all?"
He saw the look of abject horror cross her face at much
the same time he heard the sharp intake of breath. He
couldn’t be sure, but that looked much like a
suppressed blush she was battling to come to terms with
concurrently.
"How could you ask such a thing Greg?" she responded
abruptly.
"I’ll take that as a "Yes," I think," he smirked, half
aware suddenly that the subject matter was causing a
stiffening of his nether regions, an actuality which
might be construed as counter-productive under the
circumstances.
Now his wife was visibly blushing.
"Shelley’s just a little girl Greg," she muttered, "Our
fourteen-year old daughter... let’s get real here!"
"Well you started the topic Trace," he replied, moving
across to her and running his hand suggestively up her
thigh. "I can’t be responsible for what might happen."
He had reached the hem of her nightdress and began
pushing the soft material upwards. She wasn’t breathing
all that regularly he noted with keen interest.
Idly watching the progress of her hemline as it inched
its way north, she became curiously aroused. At the
point her panties were exposed, she felt deliciously
alert to the possibilities, and making no pretence at
closing up her legs, allowed her husband’s hand free-
passage to its fully indecent destination.
Greg of course was slipping his hand up inside his
daughter’s panties right that moment. Only the rising
tide of his wife’s arousal snapped him back to the real
world.
"Jesus Trace," he mumbled, "You’re really up for it
tonight aren’t you?" he added, in response to the
already accumulated moisture on-site. "Sure you’re not
thinking about our conversation just now?"
The fact is, Tracey was imagining those very fingers
encroaching upon her daughter’s virginal and fully-
unchartered genitalia. In her mind, she could hear
already the delicate gasps as the girl’s father
relieved her first of her PJ’s and subsequently her
tight little panties... Never had Tracey been so wet.
In no mood now for continued foreplay, all she wanted
was his cock as far up her slippery little pussy as she
could get it. Greg’s needs mirrored his wife’s decadent
urges and pushing her back on the pillow he was stunned
to see her lying there, legs spread to the max, as she
held her panties aside for him like a cheap whore. It
was a look he could get used to.
Not by any stretch of the imagination could the casual
observer have declared this to be a love-making
session. Greg simply was raping with impunity, the
local slut whose personal needs ran to getting herself
fucked insensible on a regular basis.
Not exactly a case of intended synchronicity, yet both
participants reached their orgasmic plateau at the same
moment. It was only seconds past the finishing line
that she realised her bra straps either side had been
snapped in her husband’s frenetic need to disrobe her.
Both breasts she noted with not a little satisfaction,
bore the marks of intense groping, while her nipples
quite evidently, could have supported a four-player
tag-team of hoop-la!
As they floated jointly into that post-coital haze of
shared-contentment in which the principal activity is
that concerned with a levelling out of the respiratory
process – neither were game to air their suspicions as
to their partner’s agreeably hands-on participation in
what could justifiably be termed. "the union of the
month." After all, why run the risk of self-
incrimination?
"Goodnight hun,"
Throughout the following day, Greg’s mind just wasn’t
on his job while Tracey found concentrating on
household chores, not far off impossible. What both
were thinking about however would have embarrassed the
most committed of social workers, if not your average
Supreme Court Judge.
"Can you help me with my Geometry dad?" Shelley asked
of her father after dinner, two nights later. "My
teacher is soo dumb – he doesn’t explain anything to
us."
Looking at his daughter slumped elbows-first across the
table, cradling her cheeks in her hands and pouting
rather inelegantly, he was again made so aware of the
unutterable appeal of youthful innocence. With her
skirt displaying several inches of visible thigh in
that posture, and the curve of those budding breasts
more than evident beneath her school blouse, Greg felt
the on-set of those now quite familiar stirrings.
"Sure honey," he replied, and putting down the
newspaper he went over and sat beside her at the table.
Half an hour later, having explained the significance
of "angles of incidence," re-hashed the formula for
calculating the area of a rhombus and proven beyond
doubt, the existence of eight "equal angles" in the
homework diagram set, he found himself staring at that
blemish-free visage, those cute little wispy brown
curls at either temple and that wonderfully smooth ski-
ramp as it descended invitingly beneath her top two
buttons. She smelt of youth and promise!
"What are you looking at dad?" she asked suddenly but
not accusingly. It snapped him out of his reverie.
"Nothing sweetheart," he replied, "Just thinking how
very pretty you are and how much I love you."
The soft blush which invaded her cheeks melted his
heart.
Some three hours later, standing beneath the hot
shower, Shelley watched fascinated as rivulets of
steaming water snaked across her small naked breasts.
Idly, she toyed with a nipple. It felt nice and her
mind wandered. She remembered her father staring at her
so lovingly while helping with her homework earlier.
He was a really good-looking man she had to admit...
she had never really thought of him that way before,
but there again she had never been playing with her
nipples like this either. She gave a little gasp and
dropped her hands to her sides. "God, look how erect
they are?" she thought to herself. Having dried off,
she took longer than usual with her underwear .
"What would it be like having daddy dress me now?" she
pondered momentarily before chiding herself for having
such thoughts. The comfort-inducing heat from the
shower must be causing these mind-slips she decided.
Looking-in on her parents on the way back to her
bedroom she just leaned around the door and uttered a
breezy "Night mom, night dad... thanks for all the
help!"
"Come and give me kiss sweetheart," Greg called out to
his daughter as he nestled comfortably his side of the
huge bed, reading the last chapter of "The Da Vinci
Code."
Scuttling across the room, she climbed up on the bed
and proffered a cheek for her father to kiss her.
In the fraction of time it had taken her to cover that
short distance, Greg had an eyeful of that curvy little
body, little of which was hidden by those yummy little
PJ’s which he noted, had thoughtfully ridden-up at the
waist slightly as she navigated the coverlet. The scent
of soap, body lotion and scrubbed young female were
almost more than he could stand.
"Gosh dad!" she giggled as he kissed her full on the
lips, passing-up the cheek option in favor of the more
stimulating facial contact.
In that second she almost understood.
She was still looking at him, emotions in turmoil,
hormones on red-alert when her mother whispered, "Now
don’t go teasing your father Shelley, he’s only a man
after all."
Now she really blushed. "He kissed me mom!!" she
giggled.
It was too much for Greg. Seizing his daughter around
the waist, he pulled her to him. There was he noticed,
something less than a degree of measured resistance.
This time the kiss was protracted. He could feel his
wife’s eyes taking in the extraordinary scene. If it
was doing to her what it was doing to him, his daughter
was in big trouble.
"Dad!!!" she mumbled, pulling back from him, eyes now
the size of saucers. "You shouldn’t be doing that!"
The far side of the bed, Tracey watched her young
daughter’s enforced lip-action, complete with a sudden
hot flush, at the point Shelley’s clearly defined
little rear end was starkly outlined beneath her PJ
pants as her father pulled her closer. Slipping
marginally lower, the vaguest onset of her cleft became
visible. Tracey felt the rapid moisture build-up
between her own legs.
Pulling her forwards once more, Greg kissed his
daughter even harder. Confused yet aroused, the young
girl responded, temporarily forgetting her mother’s
presence behind her.
"I love you sweetheart," he whispered. "Do you like me
kissing you like that?" Embarrassed all to Hell, she
just nodded shyly avoiding his eye contact. She started
suddenly as her mother reached across and laid a hand
on her daughter’s shoulder. "It’s OK Shelley," she
said, "I know dads aren’t supposed to kiss their
daughters like that – but it feels good, right???"
The girl turned and glanced towards her mother. "Did
Grandpa ever kiss you like that mom?" she asked
plaintively.
"Oh, yes honey, he did," she lied, wondering what God-
forsaken waters they were all entering here.
Aware now that his wife too was encroaching upon the
borders of what might be termed reckless endangerment,
he hugged Shelley tighter. Even through his pyjama top
he could feel her small breasts pressing up against his
chest. Whatever problems Darth Vader had to handle when
confronted with the Dark Side he decided, were but
minor distractions compared to the twin forces of lust
and desire that were now imprinting their will on his
emotions.
"Hey sweetheart," he muttered, disengaging his arm from
her waist, "Just get yourself comfortable here – like
you used to do when you were a little girl Shelley. He
patted the coverlet between himself and Tracey.
Confused and aware that the situation was moving far to
the right of normal parental affection, the young girl
was nevertheless excited – both by her father’s kisses
and his close proximity. Something inside her wanted
his attention...needed it, at whatever cost.
Nestled between them, she lay on her back now almost
willing her father to kiss her again. She did not need
exert much in the way of telepathy as he leaned over
and lightly kissed her soft and undeniably compliant
lips. Reaching upwards, she put her arms around his
neck.
"Oh God Shelley," he was barely able to vocalise. "You
are so beautiful." He kissed her this time with
unrestrained passion and the girl returned her feelings
in kind.
Watching closely and with one hand beneath the covers
yet well inside her panties now gently caressing her
clitoral hood, Tracey had never felt such rising need
for sexual gratification. Unable to prevent herself,
she leaned across, laid her free hand across her
daughter’s upper chest and very gently cupping her
right breast, squeezed the softness beneath.
Shelley let out a gasp of utter shock at her mom’s
forward if not outrageous attentions and for a moment,
breaking off from her father’s kiss, just stared at the
hand molesting her so pleasantly.
"Nooo mom," she managed to utter softly, but no sooner
had the words exited her trembling lips than she saw
her father’s hand descend to her other breast whereupon
he began openly fondling her through the thin pyjama
top.
"Ooohh!" was all she could manage from there-on in, and
at the point her father withdrew his hand temporarily,
simply to commence undoing her top buttons, she was but
whimpering her tepid resistance.
Jointly removing her top, conjuring her slim wrists
free of the protective shirt, both parents now stared
at her skimpy little bra, across which she was
nervously crossing her arms with not inconsiderable
coquettish appeal. A blush pervaded both cheeks as Greg
laid her gently back on the coverlet, coaxing her arms
aside so that they could look upon what nature had so
wondrously concocted.
As might an archaeologist treat a bone-fragment with
revered deliberation, Shelley watched in a state of
borderline anxiety as her father slipped his hand
slowly inside her left bra-cup. She was unable to
prevent a slight gasp from escaping her lips as his
fingers closed around the softness it contained, before
gently manipulating the increasingly erect nipple.
"Feel her Tracey," he muttered, much to the shocked
ears of the fourteen-year old. "She’s the hottest
little thing."
Following her husband’s somewhat self-centered
indulgence, Tracey slipped her hand inside her
daughter’s bra enclosing the blossoming mound. Shelley,
for all her trepidation, found herself squirming with
unforced pleasure. The sensations being afforded her
young body were in no immediate likelihood of being
satisfied and thus she simply lay there, arms at her
side, watching herself being fondled.
"Does that feel nice darling?" Tracey asked of her
daughter whilst slipping her fingers beneath her
shoulder strap. Following his wife’s lead, Greg began
slipping her other strap down her arm. As her pert
little breasts - and in reality even for a girl just
turned fourteen, they were on the small side - slid
into view, she gave a little cry of almost childish
embarrassment and made to cover her breasts with her
hands.
"Its Ok honey," said Tracey, "Don’t cover-up, let your
dad see how pretty you are!" Right that moment however,
Greg was more of a mind taking-in just how sexy his
young daughter was.
Exposed and vulnerable as she undoubtedly appeared to
be, Shelley was in fact experiencing many hot flushes
and becoming more aware by the moment of the influence
that her partial nakedness was having on her father.
That her mother seemed keen for her to act in this
fashion in front of her dad was something she could not
understand or interpret, yet she felt instinctively
that it was affording her mom pleasure also. Her
instincts were being suppressed and her sense of the
acceptable blurred, by this wholly confronting
activity.
It was at the point her dad inclined his head and
kissed her left nipple that she experienced a wholly
new sensation. Pleasure, rippling outwards... across
her breasts and down her abdomen. She arched her back
slightly as she let out a an involuntary cry of
pleasure. Holding her wrist, Tracey kissed her daughter
the other side. Almost on cue, both parents began to
suckle the young girl who simply closed her eyes,
breathing with irregularity and making the occasional
soft gasping sound.
Tracey could feel how wet she was getting, the milky
aroma of her daughter’s beautiful little mounds and the
inbound sensations from sucking gently on that now
erect little nipple, was befuddling her logic circuits.
She guessed what condition her husband must be in
working the same magic just across the way and she
wondered almost distractedly, how long it might be
before her daughter discovered what lay beneath – as it
were!
Greg was indeed approaching critical-mass at that
specific point within his pyjama pants and the more he
suckled his daughter, the greater the girth of his
penile extension. Fully unable to prevent the
inevitable, he slid his left hand beneath the waistband
of Shelley’s PJ pants and inched his way inside her
cotton briefs.
With a decisive "Noo daddy... not there," she pulled
his hand out, but not before he had felt the wetness on
site and the heat being generated. Tracey backed up
from her on-going milking technique.
"Let your dad touch you honey... he won’t hurt you and
if you can just relax a bit, you will really enjoy his
fingers down there."
"Mom, that’s grotty... I can’t let dad touch me like
that. You wouldn’t like it if I let boys at school do
that would you?"
"Well Shell, no I guess I wouldn’t," she answered
slowly. "But this is different, something just between
the three of us and your dad just wants to make you
feel good. I love you both sweetheart and your dad
would do nothing to hurt you. You know that."
She saw her daughter’s sudden indecision and unseen by
Shelley, indicated the fact by subtle glance, to her
husband. Leaning across he began kissing his daughter
once more which brought-on a further series of sighs
and not a few hip wriggles of pleasure. Once again he
introduced his hand to that dark and shadowy tunnel
beneath the abdominal entrance to her pyjama bottoms
but keeping this time, topside of her panties. She
opened her eyes in wide-eyed disbelief but stayed her
hand this time. He felt his way south.
Just the sensation of having his hand atop her soft and
delicate mound brought his hormones into interactive
discordancy. His erection was straining against his
boxers in anticipation of an early release and
Shelley’s involuntary but discernible spreading of her
legs just topped-off his unbearable need.
Pushing inwards, he felt the girl’s labia separate and
here of course wetness reigned supreme. Tracey watched
as her "baby" uttered her first groans of sexual need
and inclining her face to her daughter’s well hardened
nipples drew down, feeling as she did a thrill of
ecstasy herself at being allowed to nuzzle the sweet
little breasts that she herself had brought into being.
"Ohh daddy, that feels sooo good," she uttered, as her
father began his rhythmic caressing of her still
childlike ingress. She was discovering her hips had a
mind of their own, pushing up noticeably towards her
father’s fully distended fingers whilst the sensation
of her mother’s lips at her breast concurrently, was
causing her nerve endings to send frantic two-way
messages between her nipples and clitoris. The latter
being an area that at the behest of her father’s on-
going digital pressure, was now she could feel, very
erect and in a state of high arousal. Waves of pleasure
were building up inside her... nothing had ever felt
this good.
When therefore Greg suddenly pulled his hand free, she
cried out in anguish at the sudden cessation of his
touch. "What is it dad?" she asked, "Why did you stop?"
He grinned like the torturer just handed a fully re-
stocked brazier.
"Cramp sweetheart," he teased, "The elastic is cutting
off my circulation. C’mon Shell, just turn over for me,
get on your hands and knees and let's get those PJ’s
off."
Giggling, she did as her father asked and fairly
wriggled out of her pants as he tugged them off her.
Unable to wrest his eyes from her taut little mounds
clearly visible between her arms as she knelt there,
Shelley once again felt the power inherent in so young
a body, one she now knew her father (and mother) found
so much to their liking.
Kneeling between her parents in just her tight little
blue panties, she gasped with renewed embarrassment as
her father placed his hand on the curve of her rear
cheek and slowly fondled her bottom all the way from
her lower spine to her upper thigh. Unable to observe a
passive stance and allow her husband all the fun,
Tracey placed her hand on Shelley’s left ass-cheek and
smoothed her way across the young girl's bottom also.
"C’mon Trace, lets get her properly naked," Greg
enthused, one hand already beneath the elastic of his
daughter’s tight little panties.
Amid the young girl’s protestations and pleas not to be
completely undressed, they had her briefs halfway down
her thighs before she could register any formal
complaint. Her cries of, "Nooo mom... please," went
unheralded, and in less time than it took to tug them
right down and off her ankles, Greg had his hands back
up between his daughter’s legs rubbing her moist and
inarguably sexy little vulva, with a newfound relish.
Kneeling there, completely naked, her father fingering
her basically at will and her mother fondling her
breasts with a passion, Shelley found herself
completely given over to the sensations invading her
mindset. At the moment she felt her mom’s fingers unite
with her father’s midst the damp pubic hair, resident
at vaginal ground zero she could not suppress a shudder
of anticipation. Just whose finger it was, first
penetrated her to some depth beneath the hymenal
gateway was not immediately obvious, but it caused the
young girl to spread her legs wider still, awaiting
further incursions.
It was then just a matter of time. Both parents
availing themselves of their daughter’s highly
lubricated and excited state, as one, rubbed her now
sopping wet slit its full length, taking the
opportunity concurrently to fondle her breasts as they
did so. "Ohhhhhh ohhhhhh," was Shelley’s uncomplicated
verbal contribution as her slim body finally took
control of matters and drew the teenager into a world
of orgasmic bliss that she could never have dreamed
about. Even as she cried out in passion and pleasure,
they continued fingering her until exhausted she simply
collapsed face down on the coverlet, clutching at her
pussy as she did so.
Watching her husband now as his hands roamed unchecked
across their naked daughter’s wriggling bottom, taking
delight in every curve and cleft to be found there, she
simply had to take care of her own escalating needs.
With both hands down her panties and with practised
efficiency, she located her g-spot and set in train the
familiar ignition sequence.
"Allow me darling," momentarily interrupted the
countdown.
Eyes wide in surprise she allowed her hand to be pulled
away from its committed purpose and putting up no
resistance, she found herself being pushed backwards on
to the covers.
Armed and dangerous, he had her panties off in seconds
and spreading her legs indecently wide, placed the head
of his semi-petrified erection at the pearly gates.
This was to be no test-run!
Just seconds ahead of what promised to be an in-depth
tutorial, they were stunned to hear, delivered in
almost breathless disbelief,
"Are you going to fuck mommy now dad?"
The night was yet young, but that story remains to be
told.
(c) Peter_Panhttp://www.lulu.com/content/106537
Erotic Stories:http://www.lulu.com/content/166038
Published autobiography: http://www.lulu.com/noel
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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