(MFf inc, anal)
(this is one of Puppy's stories)
My daughter's twelfth birthday party was at our house, in a quiet suburban neighborhood in Houston, Texas. The last of her friends had just been picked up by their parents. My beautiful wife Helen was cleaning up the party mess in the kitchen. I was sitting down to relax in my favorite reclining chair. It's big and plush and faces our huge-screen TV.
My daughter Aubrey came over, giggling, and climbed into my lap facing me. This was not unusual. She was a "daddy's girl" all her life, always affectionate with me, to the point of being clingy. Several times in her childhood, my wife and I would have to sit her down and draw firm boundaries. Letting go of daddy when he had to do something. Not hugging my legs when I tried to walk around. Not humping my leg - seriously, little girls do this sometimes, and it took a while to convince Aubrey that it was inappropriate behavior.
"Hi Daddy," she said, looking into my eyes and smiling. "Am I a big girl now?"
"You sure are," I said.
"So will you kiss me like you kiss Mommy?"
I paused. There was a tension in her body, the way she was pressing against me. I became acutely aware of the fact that she was wearing a skirt, which was slipping up, her legs splayed on my lap, her panties pressing gently against my lap. The way her bangs hung, her dark hair straight and smooth around her pale face, looking just like her mother. Just like my wife that I still lusted after, only smaller, cuter.
"I can't kiss you like I kiss Mommy," I said firmly. "I'm your father, and it's not right."
"But you said! When I was older!" She pouted.
"I'm sure I didn't mean it like that. I think I said, when you're older, you'll be able to make up your own mind about how you kiss me. Little girls don't know enough to make that decision."
"So I'm older now, and I want to kiss you like a grownup."
"She has a point," said my wife, coming into the room. "You did say, when she was older, and you didn't say how old."
"Not fair, you're ganging up on me!" I protested. "OK. Let's put a date on it. Next year. When you're 13, you can decide how you want to kiss me."
"A whole YEAR?" pouted Aubrey.
"He's your father," chided Helen. "Remember what we talked about consent? He gets to decide who kisses him, and how. He has to consent."
"You guys are no fun," pouted Aubrey, climbing out of my lap and heading off to her room.
My wife smiled and climbed onto my lap, in the same position that Aubrey had been in. Her mouth sought mine, and we kissed hotly, her tongue eagerly playing with mine. Her body squirmed against me.
"Do you realize what you've said to her?" she asked, breaking the kiss.
"I told her no?"
"Not really. You said when she's 13, she can kiss you any way she likes. Can you handle it if she kisses you like I just did?"
"She won't... I don't think... she won't, will she?"
"Come on. She's already experimenting with kissing boys. Her body is changing, she's already got her period, and her brain is surging with hormones. A year from now, she'll be coming for you. She'll probably look forward to it all year. If you change your mind, it'll be very bad."
"Oh, Jesus. Maybe she'll forget? Maybe she'll get so interested in boys that she'll lose interest in me?"
Helen laughed. "Oh, that's unlikely. Remember my history? There's a reason why I'm not concerned about her kissing you. I did that, and a lot more, with my own dad."
"But... you were older."
"It actually started when I was 13. I wanted him, and he didn't stop me. That's why I've never thought of it as abuse, because he never initiated. Making out with my dad was 100% my idea."
"And your mom..."
"My mom didn't know. So yeah, that wasn't a great situation. But it's different with us. She isn't hiding anything from me. Aubrey and I have a great relationship, we tell each other everything. She already told me all about what she'd like to do with you." Helen laughed. "Don't worry, it's all tame so far."
I laughed with her.
Aubrey's thirteenth birthday party was at a friend's house. I got home first, then Helen went to go pick up Aubrey. When they got home and came into the living room, they were both smiling. Aubrey climbed into my lap facing me, and Helen sat down in the other chair, watching.
"Hi, Daddy!" giggled Aubrey. She gave me an innocent kiss on the lips, then pulled back and studied my face.
"She's been talking about this all the way home," said Helen.
"Talking about what?" I was genuinely puzzled.
"Oh daddy, don't tell me you forgot," said Aubrey. "I'm 13 now, I get to do it with you."
"Whoa, whoa," I said, realizing I was cornered. "You get to kiss me, that's true, that's what I said."
"I get to kiss you any way I like. And I want to kiss you like Mom kisses you."
I sighed and nodded slowly. "I guess I did say you could do that."
Aubrey squealed with excitement and pressed her lips against mine. For a minute, she just gently moved her lips a little, her body squirming against mine. I was acutely aware of her thin clothing, her small bra-less breasts pressed against me through her soft shirt, her panties against my pants. Then she dared to press her small tongue forward. I accepted it and met it with my own tongue. Aubrey moaned. Her tongue got bolder, wrestling with mine.
"This is so hot," said Helen, watching us intensely with a smile.
"Daddy," said Aubrey breaking the kiss, "you have to do it too. You have to use your tongue."
"I am, sweetheart."
"But not in my mouth. You have to do it right."
I smiled and gave in, my tongue pressing into her small mouth. She moaned and sucked my tongue. Her body was now gently rocking against mine, her pelvis pressing forward. Was she trying to rub her clit on me, through her clothes? The whole experience was strange, unsettling. I was trying not to see it as erotic, but my cock was growing. I pulled back, breaking the kiss.
"Mmmm, that was nice," purred Aubrey. "I like how you kiss, Daddy. You're better at it than the boys I've kissed. I knew you would be."
"Are we done now?" I asked.
"Nope," said Aubrey, reaching down to grab her shirt, starting to pull it up.
"WHOA! Wait just a minute there, young lady," I said, grabbing her arms and pushing them down. "What do you think you're doing?"
Aubrey rolled her eyes at me, totally like a teenager. "Geez, Daddy. I'm taking off my top for you to play with my tits. Obviously. It's what I do with all the boys."
"No, no, no way," I said firmly. "Kissing your dad is one thing. But we're not doing anything .. like that."
"Because it's like, sexual?"
"That's right. You're too young to know what you're doing."
"So, it would be OK if I was older?"
I didn't respond.
"How about you wait a year?" suggested Helen.
"Geez. A year is forever." sighed Aubrey.
"How about it, sweetheart?" said Helen to me.
"Yeah, Dad? A year?" pestered Aubrey.
"OK, OK, you're ganging up on me again. I guess so?"
"Oh, good!" squealed Aubrey, then she was kissing me again. Out tongues were in each other's mouths. I felt her hands grab mine, and she brought to them to her chest. Almost against my will, I felt the little nubs of her nipples, through her soft thin shirt. They were hard, and she moaned into my mouth each time I brushed against them.
"That's enough of that!" I gasped, pulling my tongue out of my daughter's sucking mouth and gently pushing her off my lap.
Aubrey looked at me, panting, her mouth wet with our saliva, then she looked at Helen. "Mom, can I tell him?"
Helen laughed. "Of course, darling. We talked about it already. You go ahead and tell him."
"OK." Aubrey gave me a serious look. "Dad, I'm going to my room to masturbate."
I smiled and nodded. "OK, OK, you're a big girl. You go ahead."
She giggled and scampered out of the room. Helen approached me.
"Jesus Christ," I said, then was silenced by my wife's mouth kissing me hotly as her hand felt the bulge in my pants.
"I think you handled that well," she said between kisses. "And I see it turned you on as much as it turned me on. Let's go upstairs and do something about that."
Two minutes later, we were upstairs on our bed, Helen had lost her panties and spread her legs, my mouth was diving onto her pussy as I desperately tried to pull off my own clothes while sucking her clit. Two minutes after that, she cried her orgasm and I climbed up to drive my cock into her heat and incredible wetness.
That's how it went for the next year. It wasn't very often, but from time to time, Aubrey would corner me, and pounce on me for a make-out session. Sometimes, she'd ask Helen for permission, to see if it was an acceptable time. Asking her mother, not asking me!
Aubrey also started flashing her breasts at me from time to time, discreetly, usually with a smile to see my reaction. Helen and I talked about it, how Aubrey was experimenting with her newfound power over men and boys. Experimenting in a safe space, with me.
Aubrey did respect my demands that her clothes stay on when we made out, but she deliberately wore thin, soft clothing that hugged her body closely. She never wore pants, always a skirt or dress that would ride up her hips so that her panty-covered pussy would be rubbing gently against me as we kissed. She'd leave my lap when both of us were breathing hard and totally turned on, then we'd go our separate ways, Aubrey to her room to finish herself off, and me to go find my wife. Helen found the entire situation a little funny, and definitely sexy.
When Aubrey turned 14, it was the last year that we still had a regular birthday party, at our house, with her friends. As a teenager, she was more independent, and didn't want her parents hanging around when she was partying with her friends, so we gave her space. I came home after the party, to find Helen and Aubrey working together to clean up the living room. I went off to shower, put on fresh clean clothes, then came downstairs to find them waiting for me, with smiles on their faces.
"Please get in your chair, Daddy," said Aubrey. She wore a simple T-shirt and a loose skirt.
I got in the chair. "You call me Dad now, unless we're about to make out, then it's Daddy. Why is that?"
Aubrey giggled, climbing into my lap facing me. "Because it sounds kinkier when I call you Daddy. Even though we're not having sex, we're just playing around, it still seems kinda forbidden, you know?"
"Not having sex," I agreed, "that's good. So, what did I promise you a year ago, that you could do with me today?"
"Daddy!" she squealed, "Don't pretend you forgot." She ran her hands up my chest, took my face in her hands, and kissed me hotly for a minute. Our tongues dueled until she finally came up for air. "You know perfectly well. You have to play with my tits." She reached down to pull up her T-shirt up and off. "You already know what they look like, but now you have to feel them."
"They're beautiful, sweetheart," I said as I took both her breasts gently in my hands. "Big enough now to need a bra."
"Yes, but I didn't wear one today, because of you," she said. Then we were kissing again, as my hands moved gently around, tracing the soft curves of her breasts, gently brushing against her nipples, teasing them. She moaned into my mouth.
"That's so hot," said Helen, who was sitting in her chair just a few feet away, watching us.
"Do you like it when boys play with your nipples?" I asked.
"Kinda," said Aubrey. "I mean, sometimes my nipples are just nipples, you know? But when I'm turned on, and I'm excited to be with a really cute boy, then I really like them being touched, and sucked on too. Go ahead, Daddy, suck on them!"
"Yeah, suck 'em!" encouraged Helen, who had one hand under her skirt, obviously getting off on watching us.
Hesitantly, I kissed my way down Aubrey's neck. She flexed her body, practically forcing her right tit at my face, my mouth finding her nipple. I felt the small round firmness of my daughter's nipple in my mouth, and sucked. She moaned. I sucked the other one, and she moaned again. I made a few circuits, my mouth moving up to kiss her mouth, then suck each nipple in turn.
"Jesus, Daddy," gasped Aubrey, "you're driving me crazy. Feel my panties!"
I dared to put one of my hands down between her legs, carefully touching. Sure enough, her thin panties were quite wet.
"We should stop now," I said firmly.
"Oh, come on, Daddy!" She was squirming, trying to press her crotch against my hand. "How about just reach inside my panties and touch me? I'll probably come right away."
"Definitely NOT," I said.
"Because I'm too young?" she giggled. "Too young to know if getting orgasms from my Daddy is right or wrong?"
"That's right," I said. "Too young."
"OK. Next year, then." She kissed me once more, then pulled back and scampered away toward her room.
"Wait... what did I just agree to?" I asked Helen, who was advancing hungrily toward me, taking the place Aubrey had just occupied in my lap.
"It's pretty clear to me," said Helen laughing, as she unbuttoned her blouse. "You agreed that when she's a year older, she can climb in your lap without even panties on, and you'll get her off with your fingers."
"Oh, Jesus," I sighed.
"Oh, come on. Are you still worried that you're doing something really wrong?"
"It's our daughter, for fuck's sake."
"Yes it is, and it's totally hot. She's loving it, you're loving it, and nothing about this experience is going to mess her up. I know from experience." Helen kissed me. "Now, give me some of what you were giving her."
I did, my mouth moving around, from French-kissing her, to sucking each of her nipples in turn. She rubbed herself against me, getting hotter and hotter. Finally she grabbed my hand, and pressed it between her legs. My fingers slipped into her panties. With the great familiarity of knowing my wife's body for 16 years, my fingers quickly assumed her favorite motion on her clit, and a minute later she was coming hard, moaning as she was sucking my tongue in a kiss.
"Take me upstairs and fuck me hard," she gasped. I did.
Over the next year, Aubrey got bolder around the house. She didn't just flash her tits at me, she'd go around topless from time to time. If she noticed it having an effect on me, she'd smile and shake them at me. Our make-out sessions were always topless - sometimes me as well as her. She loved the feeling of her nipples brushing against my chest.
A few months into the year, Aubrey texted me from inside the house, telling me to come up to her room. She was in her bed, apparently naked with the blanket pulled up to her midriff. I heard the unmistakable sound of a vibrator. She wanted me to kiss her and suck her nipples, which I did for a minute, only to find myself kissing her while she clearly, unmistakably, orgasmed. Then she wanted softer, gentler kisses until she finally pushed me away and thanked me.
That was the first time my daughter came during our make-out sessions, but it wasn't the last. That scenario played out a few more times during the year.
Aubrey insisted on not having a birthday party for turning 15, although she did accept presents from us (a new skateboard, a preloaded store credit card). It was a Saturday, and we had a regular day until after dinner, when I was told to wait in the living room while Aubrey "got ready". I waited patiently. Helen came in first, dressed normally, taking a seat. Then Aubrey came in with a dazzling outfit: a short shiny skirt and a shimmering semi-transparent top with nothing underneath it. The glimpses of her perfect breasts through the sheer material were somehow even sexier than simply being topless.
"Do you like it, Daddy?" she said, smiling as she walked up to me, an extra wiggle in her hips.
"You're... stunning, sweetheart."
"So stand up and kiss me."
I stood and we embraced. She had grown another inch in the last year, so it wasn't as difficult to kiss now, standing up. Our hands went to each other's bodies, caressing. I felt her curves, and she started unbuttoning my shirt. Her tongue was hot in my mouth.
"Take off my clothes while you kiss me," she said.
The top came off reasonably easily. The skirt took a little while to find the hook. Aubrey seemed to enjoy my struggle as I eventually got the skirt loose and it fell to the floor. By this time, Aubrey had my shirt off and my pants unbuckled, leaving me in only boxer shorts. My erection tented my shorts, but she ignored it.
"Now take off my panties, Daddy," she breathed, her voice thick with arousal.
I hooked my fingers into her panties and gently eased them over her hips. Her hips, which were starting to take on the serious curves of a woman, no longer a girl. The panties fell to the ground, and she stepped out of them. My hands moved slowly over her whole body as we kissed, from her neck, her breasts, her belly, her hips, around to cup her naked butt. Her hands trailed over my chest then came around to grab my butt as well.
Slowly, she broke the kiss and pushed me gently, backwards, to sit in my large plush chair. She approached me, completely naked, and climbed into my lap. Her legs spread apart to straddle me. We kissed, and I felt the heat of her vulva as it settled down on my lap, hovering just a tiny gap away from my hard cock, restrained by my boxer shorts. She moved to thrust her breasts at me, so I started my usual teasing and sucking of her nipples, interspersed with hard, deep kisses.
"Now, Daddy," she said, breathing hard. "Touch my pussy. Feel it."
I did. My fingers explored her outer labia, already slick with arousal, then moved in a bit. When my fingers first brushed her clitoral hood, she gasped. I took my time, my fingers caressing as I noted her reaction to each touch.
"Oh, Daddy," she moaned. "You're so wonderful. Make me come?"
"Sure, sweetheart." I dipped a finger along her inner labia to get it extra wet, then used that to circle her clit.
"Oh yes, that's so beautiful," said Helen. I had almost forgotten she was watching us! I glanced to my right, and was a little shocked to see that my wife had her panties off, her legs spread, and was openly masturbating as she watched me masturbate our daughter.
I was in no hurry. Many long, wonderful minutes went by as Aubrey and I kissed, my hand gently working, her arousal building. When she finally came, it was unmistakable, her hips moving involuntarily in a crescendo, a short gasp, a moment when her breathing stopped, a flush of extra wetness around my fingers, her body briefly rigid, then she was pushing my hand away, moaning softly as she settled down on me.
"Oh, Daddy." Her soft body was settled down, her wet vulva settling against the underside of my hard cock, only the thin material of my boxer shorts separating us. "I love you."
"I love you too, sweetheart."
She felt my cock throb against her. "Um, it's not selfish of me, is it? I mean, I can feel how turned on you are too. If you were one of my boyfriends, I'd do something for you. But you're my Dad, and so we can't do stuff."
"That's OK, sweetie."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of him," said Helen.
"Oh, right." Aubrey giggled, slowly easing herself off my lap. "You and Mom can go have sex now. But first, you have to agree to what I want to do next year."
"It's clearly a tradition now," agreed Helen. "Aubrey gets to tell us what she thinks she should be allowed to do next year, when she's older."
"Sure, sweetie," I said. "But there are lines you can't cross. No having sex with me." I said this out loud, but inside I was trying to figure out how what we'd just done wasn't, in fact, sex. I guess it depends on what you call sex!
"I know, Daddy. Next year, I think I'll be old enough to...." she paused, looking at each of us. "To make out with Mom... just like I make out with you!"
I think my jaw dropped.
"Don't be so surprised, honey," said Helen. "She and I discussed it a lot."
"And I've already made out with girls," added Aubrey. "And you know Mom's done that too. I just need to know that you're OK with it."
I did know my wife was bisexual. But I was still in shock.
"Uh... you... um.... I guess... if it's OK with her... uh, sure?"
"Oh, good!" Aubrey giggled. "OK. I'll give you guys privacy now. Thanks again Daddy!" She picked up her clothes and left the room.
Helen shed her remaining clothes as she moved from her chair to my lap. She helped me wiggle out of my boxer shorts, her soft hand gently grasping my hard cock, which pulsed in her hand.
"Oh my, she's got you right on the edge," said Helen appreciatively.
"You're... really OK with.. what Aubrey said?"
"Sure, honey. Why not? I'm not going to do anything with her that you haven't done. If it's OK for you, it's OK for me, right? And she'll be 16 by then. Surely that's old enough to know whether she likes making out with someone her own gender."
"But... what we did... it's a bit more than making out, isn't it?"
"Sure." Helen smiled. "It turns me on intensely to watch you and her together. I bet you'll be totally turned on to watch me and her together, won't it?" Her hand was gently stroking my cock.
"Oh Jesus, sweetheart. Of course it would drive me nuts. You're about to make me come, damn it."
"So come, already. Get the first one out of the way." She smiled at me. "Just think about it. Me, taking our naked daughter into my arms, sucking her tits, slipping my wet fingers into her tight little pussy..."
I lost it, my balls clenching. Helen quickly caught the head of my cock in her mouth, swallowing my ejaculation neatly. This wasn't something she did often. She kept her mouth there as my orgasm ran its course, then she took me by the hand and led me upstairs where she got me hard again, talking dirty, and soon we were in the throes of lovely sex together.
The next few months were hard. Literally hard. Aubrey took nearly every available opportunity around the house to tease and arouse me. She stepped up her game from flashing her tits to flashing her bare pussy, or spreading her legs when she knew I was watching, pulling aside her panties and smiling at me as she ran a finger across it. She'd approach me when I was trying to do something else, like eat breakfast or watch TV, and start kissing me, which often advanced to grabbing my hand and putting it under her shirt to feel a naked tit.
Around once a week she'd let us know when to expect a proper make-out session with me, usually with Helen watching, where she'd gradually get completely naked and get off on my fingers. Then she'd go away, leaving me all hot and bothered to find my wife. Helen and I were having a lot more hot sex than usual, thanks to all the pre-charging that Aubrey was doing.
Then, it call came to a sudden stop due to Aubrey falling head-over-heels for a boy. Brian. I actually liked Brian. He was quiet, a little shy, a little geeky. He was 17, a couple years older than Aubrey but only one grade ahead in high school. He came over to our house often, and usually ended up in Aubrey's room with her. Sometimes they had sex, sometimes they didn't. Sometimes they watched porn together on her laptop. Aubrey gave Helen and I explicit detail on exactly what was going on, romantically and sexually. We got a full review the first time that they tried regular intercourse (Aubrey found it uncomfortable, but was willing to keep trying to see if it got better). Two weeks later, Aubrey announced that they had tried anal sex. We knew she liked having toys in her ass while Brian licked her clit (because she told us many times) but I was still surprised that she was so adventurous. Her review was, it was exciting and kinda good but just too intense and uncomfortable, mostly because his cock was too big.
All of Aubrey's attention was saved for Brian. She no longer flashed or teased me around the house. When she did hug or kiss me, it was back to the sort of innocent, non-sexual way she used to before she was a teenager.
Helen joked that Brian wasn't good for our own sex life, but of course we gave Aubrey all the space and support that she needed. She and Brian finally broke up five months later, for reasons that I never quite understood, but at 15, does anyone even understand themselves? Aubrey stopped inviting him over, and she sulked for a week.
After that week, she came to me, declaring that she was horny, climbed into my lap and started taking off her clothes as she kissed me with a manic sense of urgency. The make-out sessions were back! The main difference I noticed, from pre-Brian to post-Brian, is that she started asking me to put two fingers actually inside her pussy while we kissed, as opposed to only rubbing her clit - a shift from simple masturbation to actual finger-fucking.
One time, my wife surprised me. After Aubrey had gotten me all worked up and left me, Helen came to me with a smile on her face.
"Damn, you smell like our daughter's pussy," she said teasingly, sniffing around me. "Your belly smells like her. Your shorts smell like her. Your fingers," she sniffed them, "smell like her and they're dripping wet."
"You don't mind, do you?"
"Are you kidding? It's fucking hot. I want you to give me the works, take me upstairs and fuck my mouth, my cunt, and my ass."
"Your ass?" My cock pulsed. "It's been a long time since we did that. I'm likely to lose it before we get there."
"Then get the first one out of the way." She pushed down my shorts, then grabbed my hands and put them on the sides of her head. "Face-fuck me until you come in my mouth."
God, I love it when my wife gets so turned on. I smiled and did what she told me, it only took 30 seconds until I exploded and she swallowed.
"Mmm-hmmm," she said, watching my cock deflate. "I know how to get you hard again." She took my right hand and held it up. "Which fingers were inside our daughter?"
"These two." I wiggled my index and middle finger.
"Give them to me." She licked both my fingers dramatically, while looking right into my eyes, then she moaned and started sucking them clean.
"Jesus, Helen, that's so fucking kinky." My cock was already getting hard again. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it."
"You're going to love watching me make out with her on her next birthday," she said.
"Do you think she'll really do that? She could change her mind."
"I'll be disappointed if she does. I've been more than a little envious while watching you two go at it all the time."
Upstairs, Helen demanded that I worked a lubed plug into her ass while I sucked her clit, and the plug stayed there during a long lovely fuck through two of her own orgasms. By the time she told me to switch the toy in her ass with my cock, I was already pretty close so I barely lasted two minutes of anal sex.
Aubrey's sixteenth birthday fell on a school day. She went out shopping with her friends after school. She didn't want a birthday party, but she did want a special cake, an expensive triple-lemon cake from the French bakery, with sixteen candles on it after dinner. She ate a piece of cake joyfully while making eyes at me, the sort of eyes that say "I want you." I noticed that she was making those same eyes at Helen, too.
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 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 heavy. "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 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 sixteenth birthday, 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 of 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."
Aubrey smiled and pulled her hand out of my pants. "I guess so. Geez Dad, you worry too much. Your fingers feel great in my pussy right now." She paused. "Why do you never play with my butt? I've told you about how much I like butt stuff. I put toys there all the time."
"Because you never asked, sweetheart. I'd be happy to."
"Oh! I guess I never did ask. OK. So, could you try it now?"
"Sure," I moved my fingers, slippery with her wetness, down an inch. My middle finger found her sphincter and gently teased it, pressing, getting it to relax. After a minute of that, I pressed my finger in, to the first knuckle. Aubrey gasped.
"God, Daddy. That feels so good. And naughty!"
"Oh ho!" said Helen softly, smiling as she came back in the room watching us. "What's going on there?"
"Daddy's got the tip of his finger in my ass," said Aubrey giggling. "Do you want to try it, Mommy?"
"You bet I do. I'm going to go get some lube."
That basically set the tone for the rest of our morning. Kinky, loving, affectionate, casual, and most attention centered on Aubrey's body. Aubrey lay on top of me, deeply kissing as Helen played with Aubrey's ass, eventually getting two well-lubed fingers in. Then we switched, with the two of them kissing while I fingered Aubrey's ass. We rolled Aubrey onto her back and lay on either side of her, kissing her together, sucking her tits at the same time, our fingers playing together in her pussy and ass until she came again. After Aubrey recovered, she wanted to watch us together, so I pulled down Helen's pajamas just far enough to eat her pussy to orgasm, then get on top of her and fuck her for barely a minute until I came.
Then it was time for pancakes. After pancakes, the fun started up all over again.
Aubrey's body was still growing, her breasts and hips taking on more dramatic curves, but she still fit into her "birthday suit", as she called her shiny see-through outfit that had become her tradition for making out on her birthday. On the day she turned seventeen, I came home from work, set down my laptop bag and went into the living room. I found Aubrey in her birthday suit, and Helen wearing just panties. They were already making out.
"Oh hi, Daddy!" giggled Aubrey, taking her mouth off her mom's tit. "Sorry we started without you."
"Come here and less us take off your clothes," said Helen.
I smiled and went to the sofa. Aubrey stood up to kiss me deep and hard, as she fiddled with my shirt. Helen undid my pants and helped me out of them. When I was down to my boxers, we got on the sofa together, with Aubrey between us.
"Mom, Dad," she said. "I want to talk about sex."
"Sure thing, sweetie," said Helen. "You feel ready to take some more steps, with us?"
"Yeah. I mean, I'm practically an adult now."
"Not quite," I smiled, "but close enough for some things. What are you thinking about?"
"Well, you know at Christmas I said I'd like to have oral sex with you guys? I'm really excited about doing that, but the part I'm nervous about is that ... it's sex. I mean, I think it's real sex. Not like all the fooling around we've been doing for years. I know, some people would say that fingering me to orgasm is sex, too."
"Definitely," I said. "In fact, a lot of people would say that when I played with your tits for the first time three years ago, that was already sex."
"I guess so. But I haven't been thinking about it that way. Because having sex ... with my parents, that would be wrong, right? There's a word for when people have sex with people they're related to. You guys have never said the word."
"It's OK, sweetie," said Helen gently. "You mean, incest?"
"Yeah." Aubrey frowned. "I mean, I've been telling myself I'm not doing that. But if one of you guys licks my pussy... that's oral sex, and that's sex, and that's... incest."
"It's just a word," said Helen softly. "You know how I told you, I did things with my own father when I was your age?"
"Yeah, you said you did stuff... I've always assumed it was stuff like I do with you and Dad."
"I did more. I started making out with him when I was 13, the same as you. But by 14, he was eating my pussy, and it felt so good that I insisted on returning the favor, so I was sucking his cock too."
"Oh." Aubrey sat and thought for a minute. "Wow. So... um, this feels weird to ask, but... did you eventually... go all the way?"
"No, oral sex was the most we ever did. I got interested in boys my age after that. Sometimes during high school, between boyfriends, when I was in the mood, my dad would go down on me, or I'd give him a blowjob . I also didn't really think of it as incest at the time. I was OK with it. I've told you, he never initiated anything. It was always about what I wanted. I wanted him to kiss me, to touch me, to give me orgasms. Even when I sucked him, it was because I wanted to. He didn't even ask for it. And that's why I've always felt OK with what you've done with us. Neither of us has ever suggested anything to you. We put strict limits on what was allowed at each age, but otherwise we've let you decide what you want to do. I think that's healthy and OK. Whether or not it's real sex or incest is pretty much beside the point to me. It's not wrong."
"Oh. OK." Aubrey thought for while. "So... I've never actually touched your pussy, Mom. And Dad, I've playfully grabbed your cock, but I've never done more than that with it. I guess that makes sense because it's really been all about me."
"That's right, sweetheart," I said. "And if you never feel like doing more than that, it's 100% OK."
"Well, maybe I'll try it," Aubrey smiled. "It could be fun. But what I really want, what I fantasize about, is have you or Mom going down on me. It's real sex, and I dream about it. And if I think about like Mom does, then I'm OK with it." She giggled. "I assume that you guys are OK with doing it with me?"
"Yes we are," said Helen. "I've fantasized about it countless times."
"So, now that I'm seventeen," Aubrey giggled, "who wants to be first?"
"I do!" said Helen quickly.
I laughed. "I'm happy to wait my turn."
"Yay!" Aubrey pulled Helen's mouth to her own to kiss her deeply. I caressed Aubrey's body as I watched them kiss, then helped pull up Aubrey's see-through top so that Helen could suck on our daughter's tits. Aubrey pulled up her skirt, and both Helen and I caressed Aubrey's pussy through the thin panties, then together we pulled then down her legs. Together, we spent a few lovely minutes with our fingers together in Aubrey's pussy, feeling her wetness, slipping our fingertips around her wet labia and clit. Helen go up from the sofa, and knelt on the floor between Aubrey's legs. Aubrey scooted her hips forward and spread her legs wider.
"Your pussy is so beautiful, sweetie," said Helen, using her fingers to gently spread Aubrey's labia, making her clit pop forward.
"Thank you, Mommy," said Aubrey softly.
Helen stuck her tongue forward and ran it over Aubrey's clit, just once. Aubrey gasped.
"You're OK with this?" asked Helen gently. "Last chance to change your mind? Or just tell me to do it."
"It's OK," said Aubrey. "It's more than OK. Do it, Mommy. Eat my pussy."
Helen's mouth made full contact. Aubrey's body lurched, and she moaned. For two minutes, there was just the sound of gentle slurping. Aubrey's mouth hung open, beside herself with arousal.
"Oh, Daddy," she said eventually, as if remembering I was there. "Is this... sexy for you to watch?"
"It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life," I confirmed.
"You can take your cock out." I slipped out of my boxer shorts. Aubrey put her left hand in my lap and grasped my cock fully. "Wow, Daddy. You're so hard!" She moaned. "Kiss me. I want to feel Mommy's tongue down there and your tongue in my mouth at the time."
I kissed her. For a few long delicious minutes, she just moaned around my tongue. She didn't even break the kiss as she started coming, but the magnitude of her orgasm overwhelmed her and she had to push me away.
"Oh. My. God." she gasped. "Come back up here, Mommy."
Helen came up, and Aubrey pulled us into a three-way kiss. Helen's tongue and lips were completely dripping with our daughter's pussy juice, which spread between all three of our tongues as we kissed. It was a long, wet kiss.
"Daddy's really hard," said Aubrey, as she pulled her thin top over her head and threw it aside. "I think I'm ready... I want to try... him in my mouth. Just a little bit. But don't come in my mouth, OK Daddy?"
"Sure thing, sweetheart," I said, getting up off the sofa and standing in front of them, my cock sticking straight forward.
Aubrey put her hand forward and grasped my cock, just inches from her face, staring intensely at it.
"It's a lot like some of the boys I've sucked before," she said. "A little longer and thinner." She gently stroked my foreskin back and forth a little.
"Do you feel ready?" asked Helen gently. "I know you already know, you don't have do it."
"Yeah, I know. But look at Daddy, he's so excited! I think it'll be fun. And I'm curious." She pulled me forward and took just the head of my cock in her mouth. I moaned. She held it there for a bit, then gently swirled her tongue around it.
"That is so, so sexy," said Helen breathily, pushing her own panties off and spreading her legs a bit, to give herself room to touch herself.
"Yeah, it's cool," said Aubrey lifting her mouth, grasping me in her left hand. "Daddy, you're so long there's no way to fit much of it in my mouth."
"That's OK sweetie. Just do what you're comfortable with. It feels amazing."
"OK. And Mommy, I've never touched your pussy before. Can I do it now?"
"Yes, sweetie." Helen guided Aubrey's right hand down between her legs.
"God, Mommy. You're so wet!"
"It's OK," said Helen smiling. "The sofa cover is water resistant and washable." She moaned. "That feels wonderful, sweetie. You can use more fingers too."
Aubrey took me back in her mouth. For several minutes, she sucked gently, while slowly stroking the part of my cock that didn't fit. At the same time, her fingers were moving in her mother's pussy, making Helen moan. With minimal effort, she was masturbating both of us.
"This is so... so good," said Helen, beside herself with arousal. "Our beautiful daughter... my god. That's it, sweetie. Suck your daddy's cock. That's so sexy. And your fingers feel so good in me. Seventeen years ago today, it was the best day of my life, when you came into this world. The doctor wanted to lift you out of my belly, but I insisted on natural childbirth. You took your time, but finally you came out. That was the last time you were inside my pussy, and now you're back inside me again. Just keep doing that, and you're going to make me come."
Aubrey wiggled her fingers, Helen started coming.
"I'm going to come too, sweetheart," I gasped.
Aubrey pulled my cock out, while still stroking it. I spurted, gobs of white cum landing on my daughter's neck and tits.
"Oh, that's messy," said Helen, leaning forward to capture the rest of my cum in her mouth.
"OK, Mom," said Aubrey giggling. "Now you can't kiss me, because I don't want to taste Daddy's cum." She giggled. "But you can kiss me, Daddy." I sat down and kissed her. She felt the cum on her tits. "Now I need a shower!"
"Would you like to take one with us, sweetie?" asked Helen.
"Oh wow! Sure."
Our master bathroom has a large walk-in shower, so it was only slightly crowded. We managed to keep it mostly non-sexual, although there was a lot of kissing, and running my hands over my daughter's soapy naked body got me hard as a rock again. Helen told me to save it for later.
Sure enough, there was a later, that night. Helen invited Aubrey to come have sex with us, in our bed. It was dreamy, slowly undressing each other and sprawling out naked on our queen-sized bed. It wasn't just sex, it was making love. We kissed each other in every way possible, cuddling and caressing each other's bodies. I spooned Aubrey as she and her mother kissed and wiggled wet fingers on each other's clits. Then it was time for me to finally eat Aubrey's pussy, which was wonderful. As I sucked and gently licked her clit, I stroked one finger inside her, which she liked. She tasted like her mother.
After Aubrey came, she wanted to watch us fuck. As it turned out, she wanted to do more than watch. We put Helen between us, fingering her pussy together and twisting her nipples, until she begged to be fucked. Aubrey sucked the head of my cock just a little, then put it inside my wife. We did it in missionary for a while, with Aubrey laying beside us, kissing us both, then Helen wanted to get on her hands and knees, so I gave it to her fast and hard from behind, while Aubrey reached under and played with her mother's clit. Helen came, again and again, until finally I couldn't hold back any more.
I wondered if Aubrey would sleep between us, but instead she just kissed us each good night and went to sleep in her own room.
Seventeen was a wonderful year for all of us. Aubrey still dated boys, and sometimes had sex with them if she liked them enough. She even had a couple girlfriends who would visit and sleep over; Aubrey reported that she was having sex with them, too. But her interest in sexually playing with Helen and I never slowed down.
It was her senior year of high school, and she already knew what college she was accepted to. The college town was several hours away, and we knew she was moving there at the end of the summer, and we'd be seeing her only occasionally. Aubrey was well aware of it as well, and seemed to be spending more time having sex with us, in anticipation of having to leave us soon.
Around the house, she was insatiable. She'd sneak into our bedroom in the morning, waking me up with her mouth on my cock, and request that either Helen or I lick her to one orgasm before breakfast. Once she learned that I practically never said no, she started requesting oral sex, casually, at all different times.
There were some lines she still didn't cross. She never licked her mother's pussy. She never took much of my cock in her mouth, and never tasted my cum. And of course, she didn't take my cock inside her pussy, although she loved to make out in my lap totally naked, with the underside of my long cock rubbing her clit as she rocked her hips. There were a few times when the head of cock slipped inside her a little, but she just said "Ooops!" and pulled off of it.
And anal. God, Aubrey was anal. She loved a lubed finger up her ass almost anytime, especially if I was eating her pussy. She had anal toys of various sizes. Sometimes she wanted her clit sucked while toys were thrust into her; other times she'd just keep a plug in there as we did other stuff. Helen was willing to not only eat Aubrey's pussy, but also lick and tongue her ass. I also got spent a lot more time with my cock in my wife's ass, because Aubrey would get us all turned on and request to see us ass-fucking.
As for Helen, it seemed that Aubrey liked getting her pussy eaten by her mother even more than by me. Aubrey would start things, like by slipping a hand up Helen's skirt and finger-fucking her while Helen was trying to do dishes, and they'd end up on a sofa or on a bed, with Helen's face between our daughter's thighs. This got Helen hot as well, so I learned that when I found them like that, I was welcome to pull down Helen's panties and fuck her from behind as she ate our daughter.
Aubrey also came to terms with the word incest. She embraced the kinkiness of it. She learned that talking dirty got me all hot, so she'd do it to tease me or entice me to come join her in bed.
Then it was summertime. Aubrey had a summer job to save money for college, but she was still around the house a lot, and the sex just kept going. Finally, summer ended and she went away to school.
We actually missed Aubrey's 18th birthday, because she was off at school and she couldn't get away from her studies. We didn't see her until her winter break a month later.
We already knew that she didn't have much time to date. It wasn't a "party school", and Aubrey wasn't the kind of girl that would seek out partying. She did have a dorm room to herself, and did manage to bring a boy around from time to time for a "hookup".
The day Aubrey came home for winter break, Helen went to go pick her up from the bus stop. By the time I got home from work, they were busy in the kitchen making dinner together, talking and laughing.
"Daddy!" squealed Aubrey, rushing over when she saw me come in. I suddenly had my hands full of wiggling, excited teenage girl, French-kissing and squeezing me almost desperately.
"I've missed you too!" I managed to say between kisses.
"I want to do things with Dad, right now." said Aubrey.
"Go ahead," said Helen laughing. "Dinner will be ready in about half an hour."
"Come on, Daddy," said Aubrey, leading me by the hand to the living room, over to my big soft chair. We stood together, kissing as we slowly removed each other's clothes. I helped Aubrey out of her jacket, her shirt, and her bra. She eased my boxer shorts down and off, then pushed me back to sit in my chair. She knelt in front of me, topless, taking my growing cock in her hand, and gave it a long lick while looking up at me.
"I want to talk about sex and consent," she said.
"Sure, sweetheart." I said, surprised a bit.
"I understand why you raised me like you did," she said. "I wasn't an adult, so consent isn't fully meaningful. That's why you never told me to do anything sexual, or even asked me to do anything sexual. Because even if I said yes and really meant it, I didn't have the perspective to make that answer meaningful. That's why you made me wait years to do stuff with you." She gave my cock another long lick from base to tip.
"That's correct," I said, smiling. "This is quite a way to have a conversation!"
"So now I'm an 18 and society says I'm an adult. I do feel like an adult in some ways. Also, I don't regret any of the things we did when I was younger. Really, Dad. Sticking your tongue in a 13-year-old girl's mouth when you were, what, 35 years old? Sucking on a 14-year-old girl's tits?"
"Uh...."
"Relax, Dad. I'm telling you it was great. Even with the full awareness that comes from being older. I was always in control, and it taught me self-confidence. Being totally open with me was also good. I mean, most 13-year-old girls would be way too embarrassed to tell their parents that they're about to go off and masturbate. But it was no big deal with you and Mom. And now that I'm older, we're both adults, and we can have a more equal conversation. You're still my parent, and you're a man, so the power relationship isn't really level. But, I'm not a kid any more, so I won't feel like I have to do anything, just because you tell me to. Now, you can ask me for what you want, and I can say yes or no. Remember when I asked you one time, if you really wanted to fuck me? And you couldn't give me a straight answer. Just a bunch of sweet stuff about not wanting to hurt me, and how you can only think of me as your daughter. I want you to treat me like an adult. Let's try it right now." She ran the tip of her tongue along the full length of my cock, and gave it a squeeze. A drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip. "I've never properly sucked your cock. I've just teased you a bit with the head in my mouth. Go ahead and ask me to do it. Tell me honestly that you want a blow-job. For the first time, let's make our interaction be about what you want. You do want it, right?"
"Yes, sweetheart." I smiled at her. "I love how smart and grown-up you've become. Yes, I'd love for you to suck my cock."
"Ask me, in the form of a question."
"Okay. Aubrey, my sweet loving daughter, will you please take my hard cock in your mouth and suck it?"
"Yes, Daddy, I'll do it." She smiled. "But your cock is kinda long, so I'm only going to suck as much as I can take comfortably. No putting your hands on my head like you do with Mom. And, it's fine if you want to come in my mouth, but I don't love the taste, so I'm not going to swallow, I'll just spit it out. Is that all acceptable?"
"Yes, sweetheart."
"Good." She eased her mouth down over my cock. At first, she just swirled her tongue, and tested a few times to see how far down she could go comfortably. Once she had that figured out, she started rhythmically bobbing her head, while looking up at me. Her dark straight hair rocked back and forth as she sucked, het tits swayed, her sweet pale face showed focus and excitement. I relaxed and lay back in my soft chair, watching her work for a few minutes. Her technique was effective. One of her hands held the base of my cock, the part that didn't fit in her mouth. The other hand was gently cupping my balls. I knew it was just a matter of time until I came. I tried not to think about how good her mouth felt, but it was impossible. I was struck by the fact that this was the very first time my cock was so far into my daughter's body, and the first time I would ejaculate directly into her. The first time, no doubt, of many. Maybe she'd... even want to fuck? The thought was inescapable, and it was too much to take. I started coming hard.
Aubrey moaned, carefully holding me in a shallow lip-lock as I filled the front of her mouth with sperm. She waited until I complete stopped pulsing, before carefully turning her head and letting the cum out onto my boxer shorts.
"That was perfect, Daddy," she said.
"Yes." I gasped. "You were perfect."
"It's not my favorite thing," she explained, "but I love you and want to do things for you that like, so please, never hesitate to ask me, OK? No matter where we are, or what we're doing. Well, maybe not in public." She giggled. "But whenever we are alone or with Mom, and you feel like having your cock sucked, just ask. If I don't feel like it, I won't. OK?"
"OK, sweetheart."
"Good." She giggled. "You're going to have to go upstairs and get some clean boxer shorts."
"Dinner's ready!" called Helen from the other room.
Over dinner, Aubrey went over every detail of the blow job, and the consent conversation. We had a lively dialog, as a family, about society, sexuality, age, consent. We even discussed incest more openly than we had before. Aubrey had done her research on it, and had a lot to say about incest in different cultures, the nature of taboo, the laws, and so forth. She had perspective, now, on what she was doing with us - on the ways that so much of incest is abuse, but in her case was nearly the opposite.
After dinner, I did the cleanup while Helen took Aubrey into the living room and started making out with her.
By the time I finished and found them on the sofa, they were both topless, kissing, and had a hand in each other's panties.
"Hi, Daddy!" said Aubrey. "Mommy and me just had the conversation about asking for what you want. She asked me for the first time if I would eat her pussy."
"She said yes!" said Helen excitedly.
"Sounds we should take this upstairs into the big bed," I suggested.
At the edge of the bed, we stood together as three, kissing each other while removing our remaining clothes. Helen got onto the bed on her back, and Aubrey lay on top of her. They kissed, face to face, tit to tit, belly to belly.
"You know, Mom," said Aubrey, "I'm already familiar with how you taste. Lots of times I've put my fingers in you, and tasted them afterward."
"My sweet baby girl," said Helen. "You've made me come with your fingers many times in the past year. But now it's time for you to worship the hole you were born from, with your mouth and tongue." She grabbed Aubrey's head and pulled her into a hot, deep kiss, then pulled back and continued, "It's time for you to commit the ultimate in lesbian incest, eat your mommy's hot pussy."
"Yes!" said Aubrey, kissing her way down Helen's body. Helen reached for a pillow to prop up her head, so she had a perfect view of our daughter's mouth kissing its way down. Aubrey's tongue was extended, her fingers gently spreading her mother's labia to find the clit, and then she made contact and started to lick and suck.
"Oh, fuck yes!" gasped Helen, staring at Aubrey's face between her legs. "That's so beautiful. And so hot."
"Yes it is," I agreed. I watched for a minute and kissed Helen and twisted her nipples for a while, but I was careful not to distract her from her new experience.
"Daddy," said Aubrey as she came up for air. "Can you touch me while I eat Mom?"
"Sure thing, sweetheart." I moved behind her, caressed her shapely hips, planted kisses across her butt, and gently moved my fingers into her groove, playing in her wetness, finding her clit. She moaned into her mother's pussy, which made Helen moan as well. They kept going for a few minutes that way.
"Can I guide you with my hands, sweetie?" asked Helen.
"Sure, Mommy."
Helen reached down and ran her fingers into Aubrey's dark straight hair, gripping her head. She mashed Aubrey's face into her pussy. From where I was, it looked like she was alternating between the top and bottom of her clit getting the suction. I could see that one of Aubrey's hands had a few fingers in her mother's pussy. Helen was going crazy. Her frantic motions built quickly to a crescendo, and she cried out as she came long and hard.
Slowly, Aubrey kissed her way up Helen's body. I moved alongside them, and the three of us kissed through the aftermath of Helen's orgasm.
"The same thing I told Dad," said Aubrey. "You can ask me for oral sex any time you like, Mom. Except in public, of course." She giggled. "Don't hesitate to ask me, any time, any place. I'm an adult now, I can make my own decisions. I'll say yes or no."
Helen kissed her again. "Thanks, sweetie." She reached down and felt my erection. "I think we should do something for your father now."
"I'm kinda hoping he'll ask to fuck me," giggled Aubrey. "It's about time we finally did it."
"I have no problem asking," I said. "Aubrey, my sweet loving girl, I'd love to fuck you. Are you ready?"
"Yes, Daddy. But there's some things to talk about first."
"OK, sweetheart. Are you concerned about... how you'll feel afterwards? Once we've done it?"
"Oh, no, Daddy. We just need to talk about whether you'll fuck my pussy or my ass the first time."
I smiled. "Your ass?"
"Yeah. I mean, regular fucking can be OK, but it's not my favorite thing. I've done it a bunch of boys, and it's usually pretty uncomfortable. I mean, it's exciting, and like making a boy come inside me, but he usually wants to do it really hard and deep ... I guess I'm still learning how to enjoy it. I mean, I want to practice with you. But, you know how anal I am. I love toys and fingers in my ass, and I like anal sex too, as long as the boy's cock isn't too fat. And you, Daddy, your cock is pretty skinny. So I know I'm going to like anal with you. Probably more than I'll like regular fucking."
"OK, sweetheart. It's totally up to you. I can try to be gentle."
"I know you can, Daddy. And there's more to consider. I like anal best in doggy-style. But, I want our first time together to be face to face, so I can kiss you."
"I love that you've thought about it so much," said Helen encouragingly.
"So that's my decision," said Aubrey. "I want you to fuck me in my pussy, in missionary, for our first time. But before that, I want you and Mom to eat me to one big orgasm."
"Of course, sweetie," said Helen.
I kissed Aubrey, then kissed my way down her body, with Helen, finding our way between Aubrey's wide-spread legs. I sucked on Aubrey's clit, then gave Helen a turn. This was something we'd done many times, since Aubrey turned 17, so it was familiar territory, eating our daughter's pussy together - the way to tease Aubrey's inner labia with a finger, the tongue patterns on her clit. We switched back and forth, and it was barely a couple minutes before Aubrey came strongly, her hands pushing us away from her sensitive clit.
"OK, sweetheart," I said, as Helen moved aside and I slowly got into position, lining up my cock with Aubrey's hole. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, Daddy," she replied smiling.
"We're really doing this," I asked.
"Yup. We really are. Come down here and kiss me as you push in."
I lowered myself onto her, our lips meeting, our tongue gently seeking each other. I was in no hurry. My daughter's tits were soft against my chest, her smooth inner thighs held me firmly between her legs. I felt the wetness of her pussy against the head of my cock. I gently pressed the head in. Aubrey seemed comfortable, so I sank in another inch, then another. I knew how snug she would be, from the many times I had a finger or two inside her. And I knew how wet she was, because I was just licking her. But it was still an amazing sensation, to feel the tightness, heat and wetness around my cock. I gently pulled back and forth, sinking in a little more with each thrust, until I felt myself lightly bump against her cervix, and pulled back a bit.
"That's it, sweetheart," I said. "That's as far as I think you can handle me comfortably."
"Thank you, Daddy." Her eyes were large, full of love and trust, and arousal. "But don't forget, this is for you too. Fuck me and enjoy it."
"OK, I'm going to start moving. Just let me know at any moment if it's uncomfortable, OK?"
"OK, Daddy."
I started to move inside her, carefully controlling the depth of my thrusts. Once I settled on how to move my hips and form a rhythm, it wasn't difficult. From the sounds Aubrey was making, I could tell she was fine, I wasn't hurting her. She wouldn't orgasm this way, but she was still enjoying the physical sensations. And there was a whole other level going on, beside the physical. Certainly, my cock felt amazing, she was a tight hot fuck. But far beyond that, this was my daughter, my only child, this amazing person that I'd spent so many years loving and supporting. That we were doing this most intimate of acts together felt ... very forbidden, and also very right. Like we were made to do this.
As for Aubrey, she had told me so many times that the things we did together felt better and more meaningful, because it was her Daddy doing them. So, I knew she was feeling something much like I was.
"You're both... so, so beautiful together," said Helen, laying right next to us and watching, her eyes full of love and excitement.
I felt my orgasm approaching quickly. It felt too soon. But I knew there would be other times.
"I'm... going to come, sweetheart!"
"Do it, Daddy! Fill me up with your sperm!"
My last rational thought before ejaculation was a flash of worry, that I was in fact dumping sperm into a receptive womb, then a split second later I remembered that Aubrey had been on the pill for several years. I pulsed, all the way inside her, my balls emptying directly at her cervix, flooding her insides. Exactly the same way I had come inside Helen, more than 18 years before, when we made Aubrey.
Very slowly, I pulled out and moved to lay beside Aubrey. She turned to kiss me, and we cuddled through the aftermath.
"That was great," she said.
"That was... amazing," I agreed.
"Someday, I'm going to learn how to come that way, and you can fuck me to multiple orgasms, like you do with Mom."
"I'd love that, sweetheart."
We kissed, cuddled, and talked for a while. Helen left the bed and came back with a warm washcloth that she used to wipe the sex juices off my cock, then took me in her mouth a bit to make sure I was clean. Then Aubrey left the bed, and she and Helen went off to shower together. I was utterly drained, and fell asleep.
Aubrey's winter break from school was two weeks long. We had an awful lot of sex in those two weeks. Sometimes it was me and Aubrey together, sometimes she and her mom together, other times it was threesomes.
Don't get me wrong, we did other things. I still had to go to work most days, since my job doesn't give that much time off around Christmas. Helen had her busy schedule. Aubrey had friends to visit. There were chores and shopping. In the house, we cooked and ate together, and watched TV.
Even with that, there was so much sex that I had to ration my orgasms. I can come twice, maybe three times in a day. In my usual life with Helen, this was almost never a challenge. But Aubrey was insatiable, and her lustful enthusiasm was contagious. She got Helen charged up, she got me charged up. If Aubrey woke me up with a blow job or morning sex, I had to think twice about coming inside her, because I'd already be one down for the day.
When Aubrey said we could ask her for oral sex anytime, anywhere, she wasn't kidding. Helen took her up on that often. In bed, out of bed. In the living room, in the kitchen! Aubrey almost never said no, and Helen loved it, even just casually and not trying for an orgasm. Aubrey spent a lot more time with her mouth on her mother's pussy than she did giving me head. Helen's collection of vibrating toys, which usually satisfied her, didn't see any use, except when Helen brought them out to use on Aubrey.
On Aubrey's second day of winter break, I was trying to relax in my comfy chair, when she came to find me. I could tell by the look on her face I was in for some trouble. She was dressed in a striped skirt and a pink blouse, with no bra. She hadn't dressed that way in many years.
"Daddy?" she said, in a little-girl voice.
"What is it?" I replied, smiling. "You're up to something."
"Do you remember? This is what I was wearing when I first came to sit in your lap, on my twelfth birthday, and asked you to kiss me the way you kiss Mom. And you said no, and you made me wait a year."
"I remember the conversation perfectly, but I only kinda remember what you were wearing."
"Then once I turned 13, you kissed me properly." She wiggled my pants off of me, then climbed into my lap, facing me. She leaned in for a kiss, our tongue playing together gently for a minute. "Then I turned 14, and I demanded you play with my tits." She pressed her chest forward. I smiled and took the hint, unbuttoning her pink top, her breasts springing free. I took her nipples in my hands, gently twisting them, then sucking each in turn.
"Mmmm, that's right Daddy. And when I turned 15, you finally played with my pussy."
"You want me to put my hand in your panties now?"
"I'm not wearing any."
I put my hand under her skirt, and sure enough, there was just her wet excited teenage pussy. I found her clit, and she gasped.
"Stop, Daddy! I'm telling our story. When I turned 16, I started making out with Mom. And at 17, I finally got to touch your cock and I got to join you in your bed. And now I'm a grownup, and there are no limits." She reached between us, freeing my erection from my boxer shorts, and pressed her hips at me until our sex parts made contact. We gently and slowly kissed as she moved on me, and I felt her labia moving up and down along the underside my cock, rubbing her clit again me. "Do you remember when we were doing this one time, and the tip of your cock slipped inside me just a little?"
"I remember several times that happened."
"It drove me crazy." She paused to kiss me again. "Do you think we can fuck like this, right here in your chair?"
"I bet we can." She shifted her hips. We lined up, and her pussy came down on me, taking several inches in. We both moaned. She leaned forward so she could slowly bounce her hips, and kiss me at the same time. Her slim frame, much lighter than her mother, made this position actually work - she could bounce a little without crushing me.
"Imagine, Daddy," she said while slowly moving, "Imagine that when I was 13, you didn't just French-kiss me. Imagine I begged you to have sex with me, and you did. Imagine you fucked me just like this, in my 13-year-old pussy."
"Jesus, Aubrey! That's so wrong, and I'm not a pedophile..."
"Come on, Dad. I know all that. It's a fantasy, OK? I have lots of fantasies, and lots of them are things I'd never want to do in real life. We talked about that before. Sharing a fantasy is an intimate thing."
"OK, sweetheart. It just freaks me out a bit."
"I know, Dad. Can I please tell you more of my fantasy, and have you not freak out? When you're inside my pussy like this, I feel intimate with you, but I want to feel even closer, and that means sharing what's in my mind."
"OK. I understand. It's just a fantasy."
"Yup. So, I imagine that I come to you at 13, and you fuck me right here like this chair, and you love it, and I love it, and you come inside me. In my fantasy, I can take all of your cock inside me and it feels wonderful, and I'm not even on the pill, so I get pregnant with your baby. And me being pregnant gets you even more turned on, so we fuck like rabbits all the time, even when I get all big, and in my ass too..."
Aubrey's words were coming quickly, like a stream of consciousness, and her hand was between our bodies, touching her clit as she gently rocked with about half my cock inside her.
"I'm your 13-year-old pregnant anal incest slut girl," she continued, "and we have a bunch of kids and they're all girls and when they turn 13, I bring each of them to you, and you kiss them, and suck their little tits, and fuck them, and they all eat my pussy too..."
Aubrey gasped, and came hard. I actually felt her wetness trickle down the length of my cock. For several minutes, she just stayed there, halfway impaled, gently kissing me through the aftermath.
"Thank you, Daddy," said Aubrey finally. "Now, you should share a fantasy with me, too."
I smiled. "What we're doing right now is amazing and hot and perfect..."
"I know, Daddy. But you have fantasies about things, right? Things you shouldn't or wouldn't actually want to do, things that might be very bad and wrong in real life but they're hot to think about?"
"Yes, I do." I paused. "It is a little scary to say them out loud."
"I know, Daddy. Just try one on me."
"OK. Throat-fucking. Grabbing a woman or girl by the head, and ramming my long cock into their throat until I come right down it."
Aubrey nodded. "That's cool. In your fantasy, does the girl like it? Or is it kinda rapey?"
"She's really freaked out by it, and it's uncomfortable, but she goes along with it because it's a power fantasy, and in the fantasy I have the power to make people do anything I want them to."
"It is a specific girl, or an imaginary girl?"
"It's mostly real people, in fact it's pretty much anyone I think is attractive. All of your girlfriends in high school. The woman ringing me up at the supermarket. Anyone. If I'm horny, a part of my brain is imagining doing things to her. Grabbing her, ripping off her clothes, pushing her down onto her knees, fucking her mouth and coming down her throat."
"Wow. That's cool, Dad. I mean, your fantasy is pretty freaky. But it's really cool that you could share it with me. Does Mom know?"
"Of course. Long ago, we worked out just how close we could come to enacting the fantasy, without hurting her. And, she has to be in the mood. And, it's not much of a power move, because of course I am utterly powerless over your mother. You've seen it, the way she sometimes lets me fuck her mouth? I'm being very careful not to hit her gag reflex."
"Yeah. Wow, that makes sense now." Aubrey slowly lifted herself off my cock, which was still hard and pulsing. "Sometime, we could practice that too. I mean, letting you do it like that in my mouth. If we can do it without hurting."
"Thank you, sweetheart.... um, are you going to leave me like this?"
Aubrey giggled and tucked my erection back into my boxer shorts. "Yeah, Dad. Save it. Tonight you'll get my ass."
That night, I did indeed get her ass - or, she finally got anal sex from her Daddy, depending on how you look at it. There was a lovely hour of foreplay, between her and Helen and myself, lots of playing in her ass with tongues and fingers and lubed toys. Finally Aubrey got on hands and knees on comfortable large pillows, and Helen helped guide me into our daughter's ass. Aubrey thought she'd like it, and she was right. The modest girth of my cock made it more stimulating than painful. Even on that first time, I eventually managed to get the entire length of my cock inside her, more inches than fit in her pussy. I didn't move much, and I didn't need to, either for her or me. I moved just a little inside her, deep and very slow. Helen touched Aubrey's clit, until she had one large orgasm while I was inside her. Finally I had to let myself come, further inside my daughter's body than I had ever come before.
After that night, anal sex with Aubrey was almost casual. I mean, lubrication had to be present, and she had to be fully aroused, but otherwise it was as easy as asking, and slipping into her. I fucked her ass while we showered together, I fucked it when she sat on my lap facing me. I fucked it as a way of joining in, when Aubrey was on top of Helen for their very first mother-daughter 69.
Aubrey was on a mission to enjoy straight fucking in missionary position, so we practiced that a lot. Frequently, it would end when Aubrey decided her pussy needed a rest. If I was already close to coming, she could still let me come inside her, she'd just direct me to pull out of her pussy and push it into her ass instead.
By the time we were approaching Christmas, Helen proposed that we go one entire day without sex, as a family, so that we could enjoy Christmas more. We laughed and reluctantly agreed. We had a sexless Christmas Eve, and managed to wake up on Christmas morning and open presents as usual. After the last present was opened, though, Helen pulled the top of her pajamas, wiggled her large tits in our faces, and we tumbled onto her in a frenzy of kisses, tongues, and fingers. It was a full-blown Christmas orgy, complete with a double blowjob, 69s, hard fucking, and a few first-time experiences: Aubrey fitting her entire hand inside her mother's pussy, Aubrey letting me practice mouth-fucking her, and finally, after I came in Aubrey, Helen volunteering to suck all my cum our of our daughter's pussy.
We had to take a shower to wash all the sex juices off of us, then there was our traditional Christmas morning pancake breakfast. After that, another orgy, but this time with a lot of ass play and anal sex for both the ladies.
A few highly-sexed days later, Aubrey had to go back to school. She was counting down the days until she'd have to leave us. She told me that she wanted to fully exercise her new-found adult freedom to have every possible kind of sex with me, before she went back. We did it in every room of the house. We did it on the dining-room table. She thought it would be kinky fun, so she put on little-girl clothes and we did it in her own bed while she called me "Daddy" in a little-girl voice and talked about how I was making her pregnant. Her kink, not mine! She had me drive her out to a secluded bluff overlooking the town, where we made out watching the sunset, then had sex in the car. That was terrifying for me, knowing that the chances of being discovered committing public incest were low, but not zero, but she really got off on the thrill of it.
Helen also got to handle her share of Aubrey's sexual desires. I loved to watch them together, especially when they were completely naked, mother and daughter entwined and moaning. Helen always loved to eat Aubrey's ass, but Aubrey was hesitant to return the favor. After they showered together a couple times and played some more, Aubrey eventually got comfortable with it.
Our last get-together was the second of January, after breakfast.
"I'll need to drive you to the bus stop soon, sweetheart," I said to Aubrey as Helen was clearing away the table.
"I know, Dad." She looked at me with sad eyes. "Can't we ... have some more sex? Goodbye sex?"
Helen came back in from the kitchen, smiling. "I already ate you to multiple orgasms this morning, and your father gave you a good long fucking. You can't possibly be up for more?
Aubrey giggled. "Yeah, my pussy is kinda sore. But I could do something for you guys?"
"You already made me come so hard inside you, this morning," I said.
"Well, I could use some sex," said Helen. "You've been having all of your father's cock recently, which is fine, but I could use some as well. Do you want to help him fuck me?"
"Sure, Mom!"
The convertible sofa was still expanded out into a bed, since it was so convenient to have sex in the living room. After a bit more breakfast clean-up, we were all there. Aubrey, who was already topless, stood and helped Helen take off her bra, while I eased Helen's panties over her hips, kissing her exposed butt. We stood there for a minute, just making love to Helen's body with our mouths and hands, kissing her mouth, her nipples, her belly. I put my hand between Helen's legs from behind, and she widened her legs to give me access. I felt my way to her pussy, gently working two fingers into her slippery wetness, then I felt Aubrey's hand down there too, her fingers joining mine. Together we caressed Helen's vulva and clit, as Aubrey pulled her mother into a long, deep kiss.
"Get your father ready," said Helen breaking the kiss. "I want him to take me doggy."
We released Helen's pussy, and she got on the bed on her hands and knees. Aubrey helped me out of my boxer shorts, and got down on her knees to take my half-hard cock in her mouth. I let her suck for a moment, then took her head in my hands. Knowing my kink, Aubrey moaned her approval as I gripped her head and gave her a firm but shallow mouth-fuck. My daughter's look of love and trust in her eyes, as she looked up me using her this way, was lovely and erotic. I was soon fully hard, and moved my cock from my daughter's mouth to my wife's wet pussy. I started firm thrusting, and Helen was moaning.
It was a nice long, hard fuck. Aubrey assisted, standing by my side, her hands on our hips, talking dirty.
"God, Daddy, you're such an awesome fucking machine," she cooed in my ear. "I love how you make Mommy's tits slap together when you ram her from behind. Is this how you did it when you made me?"
"It could have been," I said. "Your mother and I fucked like rabbits when we knew we wanted kids. She wanted it all the time, in every position. I might have been taking her doggy when the sperm that made you found its way inside her."
"That's hot!" said Aubrey, her hand moving between our legs. "Oh wow, Mommy's clit is so engorged." Helen moaned.
"She just came all over my cock," I said, holding myself deep inside my wife.
"Oh, cool. Can you let me suck it?" She giggled and said softly in my ear. "I want to drink my Mommy's cunt-juice."
I pulled out and let Aubrey have a nice long suck. She moaned around my cock as she cleaned it.
"Fist," said Helen, turning back to look at us, delirious with lust. "I want your fist, sweetie."
"Sure thing, Mommy." Aubrey got into position, playing in Helen's pussy to wet her fingers, then gradually working in two, three, four fingers. Helen moaned as Aubrey got her thumb inside, and carefully started to move her whole hand. I sat back and watched them go. After a minute, I moved up to caress Helen, then moved my hands down to find her dangling nipples giving them a tweak. Helen was beside herself.
"Your hand is so... fucking... big," she gasped. "My fucking sweet, kinky girl. You're going to make me come again. God, you're stretching me out."
"Like I did when I was born?" suggested Aubrey, giggling.
"Yes! God, you're so kinky. Like you did when you crawled through my pussy when you were a baby. Now play with my ass! I'm so close."
"I'm going to tongue-fuck your ass," said Aubrey enthusiastically, and she did, while also reaching under to touch her mother's clit. Helen exploded in orgasm, or perhaps a series of them, it was hard to tell. Gradually, Helen came down and they carefully disentangled. They came together and kissed.
"Daddy's still hard," said Aubrey. "I'd like to make him come one more time too, before we have to go."
"I don't know," I said. "You drained me earlier, and there's not a lot of time left."
"Pleeeeease, Daddy! We can do it any way you like. You can fuck my mouth." She giggled. "You can fuck my ass!"
"Alright." I smiled and took her by the shoulders, firmly. "Do you think you can take it a little rough and quick?"
"Yes, Daddy!" She smiled back and her eyes sparkled. "Take me, take me rough!"
I pushed her down onto the bed, and kissed my way up her body - quick, hard kisses, hard nipple sucks. Her giggles were suddenly silenced when I crouched over her face and pushed my cock into her mouth. I began thrusting, just barely holding back from gagging her. Her head was pinned down to the bed. She tried valiantly to both suck and breathe, and seemed to be succeeding. I knew that if I was completely choking her, she'd slap her arms down on the bed to let me know. She was doing great, keeping nice suction on my cock, and withstanding the impact on the back of her mouth. My balls slapped against her chin.
"That's it, darling," said Helen, "That's so hot. Fuck our sweet daughter's mouth like it's a cunt. Damn, she's getting good at that!"
I went on for another minute, until I realized I was hard as a rock, and ready for more. I pulled out of Aubrey's mouth, and moved down her body, pushing her legs up and apart. Teenage girls are so flexible! Her cute pussy was wet and exposed, but my attention was on the rosebud below it. I lined up.
"Not without lube!" admonished Helen, sitting beside us with the bottle of lube already in her hand. I allowed her to spread lube all over my cock, then she led the tip to our daughter's ass, and guided me in.
"Oooooh Daddy!" gasped Aubrey, as I got half my length inside her. Despite our desire to be hard and rough, there are some thing you just can't rush. I gently pulled back a bit and let her adapt to me before pushing again. After a few more ins and outs, I was all the way in.
"That's it, sweetheart," I said. "I'm inside. I know this angle isn't as easy for you as doggy. Do you think you can take it rough, now?"
"Yeah, Daddy." Aubrey looked up at me, her eyes so full of love and trust. "It's OK if I'm sore later. It's OK if it hurts a little. I want you to fuck my ass as hard as you like. You made me, Daddy." She smiled sweetly. "My body is yours to use for your pleasure. I'm a slut, but mostly for you. I'm your slut. Use me!"
"OK, my sweet slut-girl. Take it!" I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed myself back deep in her ass to the hilt. She gasped. I did it again. She didn't show any great signs of distress, so I stopped worrying so much, and let myself just do it, ramming her ass deep. Her body shook with each impact, her tits jiggled. I grabbed her by the hips for leverage, pulling her towards me as I thrust. Her tight lubed velvet hole held me, gripping the entire length of my cock.
"Dump your cum in her," said Helen, watching intently as she sat beside us.
"Yes, Daddy!" agreed Aubrey, between gasps. "Use my ass, use me as a cum dump!"
I felt my orgasm approaching, then an amazing thing happened: Aubrey started to come too. This had not happened before. Certainly, she had orgasms while I was inside her, but only from extensive clitoral stimulation. Now, I was fucking her hard enough that my body was pressing against her clit on each thrust. So maybe that was part of it, or maybe she was truly getting off on the anal penetration. Either way, she was coming, and I wasn't close behind. Just as I stopped moving and started to spurt, I felt my wife's warm hand, cupping my balls, caressing them in her palm.
"That's it, sweetheart," she said softly to me. "Drain your balls, drain them into our beautiful daughter, leave your cum in her. So, so deep inside her."
My arms gave out, so I had to lower myself onto Aubrey's body, which put me in a perfect position to kiss her, my cock still hard and deep in her, kissing through the course of both our orgasms, our bodies still quivering from the aftershocks.
"That... was perfect, Daddy." she said finally.
"You just have enough time for a quick shower together," said Helen.
And then that was it. We cleaned up, and I drove Aubrey to the bus stop. I wanted to give her a deep kiss when we said goodbye, but someone in our town might recognize us, so we didn't dare.
Aubrey came back for spring break, and came home for the next summer, and that's when things got complicated. But that's another story!