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HER IDEAFriends who know of my little secret often ask me how I managed to get my wife to go along with the plan, perhaps to use it themselves, and when I tell them it had been HER idea all along, for some strange reason, they find it hard to believe. I know I can’t exactly blame them, for which mother would ask that her husband fuck their daughter so that she can be straight? Mine did, and I am sure she is probably the only woman in the world who would.Not that I am complaining, of course, but even I have to admit there’s a screw loose in her head somewhere… still, that’s getting ahead of the story.It all began over four years ago… It was a warm night, and the missus and I had just finished watching the last good show for the day on TV. I sighed as I turned off the box – back to sleep. The thing is, there was nothing to look forward to for me as far as the bedroom was concerned; after our sixth k** had been born, my wife Bertha had cut me down to once a month. Now I am by no means young, but all the work on farm does keep me fit and trim. I need my share of outlets, and I had to turn to wanking off myself for any sort of release.My wife, a staunch orthodox Roman Catholic, really disapproved of the habit. On the other hand, she did nothing about it. That was one thing about her that really pissed me off. That, and the fact that she wanted to raise the k**s her way. The rest did grow up her way, but our eldest, Rachel, was more of a free spirit. She was the only one in the house who seemed to have any idea of her sexuality, and it only served to highlight what I was missing out.On this particular night, as we walked up the stairs, Bertha paused in front of Rachel’s room. The other k**s had gone to bed an hour early, but we had given up on Rachel – she was adamant as to her hours of sleeping. She’s a good k**, though, and helps me out everyday in milking the cows, but never did anything else around the house other than her own stuff, mostly.”Can you hear something?” my wife whispered, motioning me towards the door.I strained my ears, and I realized what she meant. Moans came from the room, feminine moans. For a second, I thought that Rachel was masturbating, but then, ever so faintly, I heard another voice say, “Oooh, Rachel, baby, that feels so good!”With a start, both of us realized that it was a girl. As far as we knew, Rachel hadn’t brought anyone over for the night, and it certainly wasn’t studies she was discussing during the summer holidays.Before you get your hackles up, let me tell you that I’ve always believed in giving your k**s privacy. Especially once they cross f******n… but a parent’s got to do what a parent’s got to do, and somehow, I didn’t particularly fancy the idea of my baby girl – yeah, right, “I am eighteen now, Daddy!” – having sex – and it definitely sounded like it – with another girl…. Okay, so I’ve peeked into her room on a couple of occasions, without success, but this was different.Bertha, on the other hand, seemed to have no such thoughts on the need for privacy. Without even giving a perfunctory knock on the door, she just turned the knob and barged in, me dumbly behind her.Then she stopped short, as a shriek of “Mom!” and “Mrs. Jackson!” went into the air. When I saw what had stopped her, I guess my jaw dropped to the floor. I couldn’t help it; I had never seen something like this before.There, on the bed, lay my daughter Rachel and her best friend, Stella, and my daughter was finger-fucking her friend as the latter ate her out. Neither had a single stitch of clothing on – whatever they had been wearing was now an unruly pile near the window. Right now, they were frozen motionless, a mixture of fear and lust in their eyes, and even as I watched, whatever fear remained in my daughter’s eyes turned into one of cockiness.I couldn’t take my eyes off her body, though. It had been years since I had seen her naked, and what a difference now from what it had been then! She had boobs that can only be described as perfect, topped with little cherries of red, and her blonde hair had fallen all over her, giving her a very sultry look. Her friend Stella was a pale comparison, a bit lighter in every aspect, and did not seem to radiate that air of sensuality that my daughter so evidently possessed.Absently, I adjusted my hard-on.”Don’t you believe in knocking?” Rachel broke the ice herself. The two female lovers had parted, but neither made any move to cover themselves. Brazenly, Rachel fixed her mother with a level stare. Oh, boy was she just asking for trouble!Beside me, my wife tensed. I cast a vary glance at her, sure that things were going to blow up sky-high tonight. And the fact that Rachel hadn’t bothered to cover herself didn’t help at all. Nor was it helping me maintain a fatherly composure… Bertha had her hands on her hips, a sign that she was all set for a confrontation.”Stella, get your clothes and get out of here,” my wife said curtly, pointedly ignoring Rachel.Rachel wasn’t about to have any of that. “Waitaminit! Stella, you are not going anywhere! Mom, how dare you…””All I have to do, Stella, is call your parents. It’s your choice.” Even I shuddered at her tone. Man, was she pissed off!The poor girl had no other way out. Hurriedly, she gathered her dress and started to pull it up. She cast an apologetic glance at Rachel, and then rushed out of the room. My wife had scared the shit out of her so much that she hadn’t even bothered with her bra and had just thrown on her top. She was out of the room before she had even covered her tits properly.For the next few seconds, mother and daughter stared at each other. I braced myself to step in if a catfight broke out, as it most likely might. Abruptly, Rachel stood up.”Where are you going, young lady?” my wife asked sharply.”I need to get dressed, don’t I?” she retorted, taking a step towards her clothes.For a woman her size, Bertha crossed the room extremely fast and caught Rachel by her elbow. “You going anywhere?”Rachel winced from the grip and shook her arm free. “Only if you let me go to Stella’s.””Good, then you are not going anywhere.” With that, my wife caught our daughter’s hand again and this time, flung her towards the bed. Rachel fell across the bed as my wife turned to me and said, “Close the door, Peter, I don’t want the rest of the k**s to see her like this.””Let’s have no v******e here, Berth -” I began, but she cut me off with a curt, “I know.”Then she turned to her daughter. “You can get dressed after you explain all this, and I am hoping that you can explain all this.””Explain what?” Rachel was now in profile to me, facing her mother, and I silently marveled at how her breasts were able to defy gravity and stay firm on her chest. Her body’s only flaw was the tan lines from sunbathing, and the paleness of the skin was in sharp contrast to the dark shade that her nipple was colored. Rachel was resting on her arms now, one leg slung over the other, and I found myself trying to remember if she had it shaved or not.”Your taste,” my wife continued. “Why, with all the men in the world, you would rather have a woman to have sex with? Explain why you are a,” she spat out the last word, “lesbian.”Rachel snickered. “Why, Mom, why is it so wrong to you? Because your Church told you it is bad? Face the reality Mom, being gay is no more different than being straight. Besides, what’s it to you if I want a woman for my needs? It’s not like I seduced Dad or anything…””At least then, you would be straight,” my wife shot back. “It’s sick, you know, when a woman has sex with another woman!””You are sick, Mom, and your views are so old-fashioned you could take them to the museum of antiques. Look, Mom, I d
on’t know whose genes I have – it’s definitely not yours when it comes to sex – but I get horny very easily and very often. And with your stuck-up rules and shit, I just can’t even dream of having a regular boyfriend… cause I know you will never let me live in peace then.”So I figured, what the hell, at least you won’t suspect a girl. All I had to be was careful and stay out of your Oh-God-told-me-so way and you wouldn’t even know your little girl was fucking another little girl.”I would like to add that at a couple of points, I tried to impose some decorum on the language used, but neither mother nor daughter seemed to hear, so I slid into the background again.”Oh, so that’s it? You are horny, so you just grab the first person who comes your way and have sex with her?””You could put it that way, I suppose.””So if you had someone to fuck all the time, someone male, you wouldn’t look for a female anymore?””Oh, yeah, sure. Not that I find it ever likely that you’ll set me up with a guy I can fuck anytime and you won’t get on my case again…” Rachel’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.Bertha was quiet for a second, whether in thought or for effect I don’t know, and then, in a calmer voice that was more fitting the mother, “What if I said yes, there is such a guy?”I looked at my wife. My still-naked daughter looked at my wife. And my wife looked at us, one by one, with a strange smugness on her face, as if she had just checkmated her daughter. I started to have a strange feeling this was leading back to my own grave, but I couldn’t exactly put my finger on what it was.”Okay, I’ll buy that. Who have you got in mind?””Do you agree to my terms yet?””Who is the guy? I have to like him too.””Oh, you will. In fact, you love him already.””I do?” my daughter was puzzled, “Who is it? Ricky Martin?”My wife grunted. “Let me give you a clue,” she said, now moving to the door behind me and opening it. “He’s in your room right now.”I looked around, as did Rachel, and as far as we could see, I was the only one of masculine persuasion in the room. Rachel, however, was the first one to put two and two together.”Daddy? Are you out of your mind?” Her incredulity matched mine.”Oh, no, dear, just doing a mother’s job,” Bertha replied calmly. “And baby, edremit escort he’s probably the only guy you can have sex with and I won’t complain about. Until you get married, of course, and I would rather have you wait until then, but if you are so horny that you can’t tell between man and woman, I might have to enforce a few changes around here.””Excuse me,” I cut in, for the first time making my presence felt in the room, “But am I still in existence, or is this some kind of a sick nightmare?” I admit that last bit was a bit exaggerated, but I figured it was the only way to get my indignation across.Bertha laughed in my face. “Oh, cut that out, Peter. You’ve always been the one complaining I don’t put out often enough. Go get her. I figure either she is satisfied or she will be too afraid to have another silly lesbian over again. And besides, this should take care of that nasty tendency of yours to masturbate every day.””But -” I started to protest.”No buts, not unless both of you want to get kicked out of this house. I can see she is still not sure she wants this, so why don’t you be a man and make up her mind for her, Peter. Show her why girls shouldn’t go down on girls… And don’t even think about coming to bed until you have convinced her.”And just like that, before I could even make a move, she locked the door behind her as she went out. I pounded the door a couple of times, but I knew immediately that it was a futile exercise. Bertha had made up her mind, and there was no way in hell she was changing it.”Well,” Rachel said, her voice once again a mixture of amusement and sarcasm, “You heard what the lady said.”I turned around to find my daughter lying on the bed, her legs spread a little so that I was looking straight at her pussy. That she was still wet was obvious from the way her cunt glistened in the light, and as I managed to draw my eyes up her body, I got to see just how her breasts rose proudly from her body. Rachel had raised her head, though, and caught me staring at her naked body. When I did finally see her face, she gave me a half-smile.”So, Daddy,” she teased once again, “why don’t you come over here and ‘make up my mind for me?’ Jesus, Daddy, quit staring at me like that!””Sorry,” I said, my throat suddenly dry, “But it isn’t every day that I get to see a woman as sexy as you naked.””Oh,” she replied, still not closing her legs or making any effort to cover herself. “So I am sexy now… not just beautiful or pretty, but sexy. I like that.””Maybe we should talk this over, you know,” I said, trying to think of a way out. I’ll admit that I would have gladly fucked my daughter right then, but being practical, I knew I shouldn’t. It wasn’t just morality or anything; if things came out badly, I could go to jail. The town, I knew, wouldn’t make a big fuss, but my wife or daughter could. At the very least, I wanted to make it appear that anything that happened would be the result of mature decision-making.”Okay,” Rachel said brightly, “Talk.””Um, but why not throw something on?””Why?”I decided to be open about this. “Because I am having a very hard time choosing between looking at you and talking to you, and quite frankly, as a man, I would rather do the first.””Don’t worry; I am sure we’ve got plenty of time for everything. I really doubt if Mom is going to let you out tonight, you know.””Yeah, I know. Remind me to have her head examined tomorrow.””Actually, Daddy, what she said did make some sense.””Okay, I’ll have to take you along too.” I smiled.She giggled. “No, I am serious. I have to admit she did bring the truth out of me – too horny to ignore it, that part.””I was your age once, k**do, I understand it. But sometimes I think your mother just jumped from twelve to twenty, know what I mean? I know she acts like she has no idea what you are going through.””Are you defending me, Dad, ’cause if you are, you’re gonna waste all those arguments. Why not save it for Mom?””Another day, right?””Another day. If you’ve got enough guts.”I laughed with her. “She’s a good mother, you know.” It wasn’t just an obligation that made me say it, and Rachel knew it.”Yeah, that’s true. Still, coming back to what she said, it did make some sense. At least from my point of view.””What’s your point of view?””Like I said, all I need is someone I like having sex with. Anytime, anywhere, and I don’t have to worry about getting caught. It just so happened that the only person Mom wouldn’t suspect was a girl, so…””Damn, girl, so you were telling the truth… I thought you gave up that habit back in fourth grade.””Haha! Very funny!””I thought so too!”Suddenly, she clutched her thigh. “Owww! I think I just pulled my hamstring… give me a hand up, Dad.”Trying to ignore the fact that she was naked to the skin, I walked over and held out my hand. I had no idea what it was that she wanted to do with a pulled muscle, but I had enough faith in her that she knew what she was doing.Rachel made as if to get up into a sitting position, then suddenly pulled me down! I fell over her, crushing her body underneath mine, and she had her arms around my neck in a flash. Her bare leg was warm and flushed against mine, and she wrapped it around so that I was locked in her hold.Her eyes suddenly afire, she smirked. “This should take that smile off your lips, Daddy!”And with that, she kissed me, right on the lips, supporting my entire weight on her body, and started to rub her legs against mine while plunging her fingers into the back of my head.My resistance lasted perhaps for a fraction of a second, not more. I kissed her back as passionately as I could, darting my tongue into her mouth even
before she had even parted her teeth completely. A muffled sound escaped from one of us – I am not sure who – and that was it; I felt like a teenager again, and I kissed like a teenager. We slobbered all over, our lips pressed together so hard I could feel the roots of her teeth against my gums, and as her hands started to ruffle my hair, I ran mine along the sides of her body, feeling her curves and swells.”Jesus fucking Christ!” my daughter exclaimed when we finally parted kissing. “Now THAT is a kiss.””Don’t use that kind of a language around your mother,” I warned, “She might have a heart-attack.””Okay, I won’t. But -“At that moment, we heard the lock open, and my wife came in. “Oh,” she said when she saw us, “You’ve already started…””Thanks for the interruption, Mom,” Rachel greeted her dryly. “That’s the second time today.”My wife shrugged. Then she turned to me. “Should I wait up for you?”I opened my mouth to answer but Rachel immediately kissed me again. Then she answered for me. “Don’t bother, Mom, Daddy will be spending the night in here, with me. Anything else?””This is just a single bed,” my wife continued. She hated it if she did not have the last word.”Oh,” Rachel replied, smiling patronizingly at her, “We’ll manage.”My wife just stood there, most likely looking for something else to say, but it was clear our daughter had bested her. Underneath me, Rachel shifted, then slid out. Then she walked over to her mother, caught her by her elbow and firmly guided her to the door before Bertha could say anything. She was hardly out the door when Rachel slammed it shut behind her.”Thanks for Daddy,” Rachel shouted. Then she turned towards me and gave a little curtsy. “Now how did I handle that?””Bravo,” I said, truly impressed. That was the first time since our wedding night that I had been able to see my wife herded like that. And to think that it was our own daughter… she was definitely a chip off the old block.Beaming, Rachel rushed into my arms, throwing herself on me literally. Then, just as hungrily as before, she kissed me on my lips, full, hard and wet, and stuck her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back – what else would I want to do?This time, we ended up with her on top of me, but we were no longer on top of her bed – we were on the floor, and as we caught our breath, Rachel started to pull my t-shirt over my head. Her fingertips squeezed my nipples, something Bertha had never ever done before – hell, it had always been missionary position with her, what else? – and then my daughter was kissing her way down my stomach.Just as she started to unzip my jeans, I had a sudden urge to taste her. She shrieked, then giggled as I grabbed her waist and pivoted so that she was right underneath me, hands pinned to her sides, and her long neck was so enticing that I started eating her right below her jaw.I nibbled on her skin all the way down to her breasts, with her laughing all the time, but those peals of laughter quickly turned into small moans of pleasure as I paid proper respect to her tits, one by one, taking the nipple between my teeth and tugging at it until she begged me to let go.I didn’t give her any time to recover from this treatment – as soon as I felt I had teased her buds enough, I moved straight down to her pussy. Some of her cum had already leaked out and dripped onto the carpet, but there was plenty more where that came from – Rachel gasped as I placed my mouth over her cunt and licked with as much gusto as I could muster.In a way, I’m glad I had been denied for so long – it made me an a****l, and that, it seemed, turned her on. I placed my hands under her ass and raised her buttocks until it was a good distance of the ground, threw her legs over my shoulder and proceeded to suck her silly.By the time I had finished, my face was drenched in her cum. And I was loving every moment of it.I stood up and had my jeans off in no time. Rachel, being the impatient minx that she was, grinned at the sight of my hard-on and started to play with my balls using her toes. God, it was an incredible sensation. It was an unbelievable turn-on to see drops of pre-cum falling on her toe from where she picked it up with a finger and tasted it. Then she puckered her lips at me and said, “So are you just going to stand there all day?”I grinned escort edremit back at her. Poor Bertha – she had no idea what kind of a monster she had unleashed.”I want you on top,” I told Rachel.”No,” my daughter shook her head. “I want you to take me. You’re gonna be my first.””First? You mean to tell me you’ve never gone this far before?””Nope. There was just a boy, over a year ago, and we had fooled around some, but that was all. Stella and I never used any toys; we had each other.””You know I might have to tear you.””I want you to.””It’s painful, so I’ll take it slow,” I offered.”Oh no, you don’t,” she retorted, grabbing my cock and pulling me down until the head was just below her hole, “You are going to rock me hard.”That did it! I’ve always wanted something like this, where the woman doesn’t care if it hurts or not but just wants to ‘do it’ anyway. I slipped her legs back onto my shoulder and plunged myself into her snatch. It was a tight fit, and as she had predicted, her hymen was still intact. Not for long, though, as I just cut through the tissue.Rachel made a brave effort to keep from crying out, but I encouraged her to let it out. After all, the neighbors weren’t near enough to hear anything, and I couldn’t care less if I woke the rest of the k**s or their mother up. Rachel uttered a deep cry, filling the room with her sounds, and drowning out the squishes of my motion into her. I could sense her pussy throb around my dick.Then the walls seemed to cave in, squeezing my dick until I could stand it no more. I don’t remember if I had ever intended to pull out of her, but I know that I didn’t. Shooting off the entire load inside my daughter made me see the stars and the sky.I plunked her legs down, then scooted up her side. I threw an arm around her waist and turned her towards me, loving the feel of her little blonde hairs against my open palm. Our cum – OUR cum – had started to trickle out of her pussy, with little drops of blood in it.It was around a couple of minutes before Rachel opened her eyes. She batted her blues at me, then, with a cheeky grin, “Did we do it?””What do you think?””That I died, went to heaven, fucked everyone up there, came back… Is this how you normally knack someone?””I had inspiration.””Thanks.””It was my pleasure – “”I bet!””Was it good?””Was it ever! Now I don’t just want any man, I want you!””Right now?” I asked, mischievously eyeing her pussy.”God,” she cried, “Of course not! It burns down there – you ripped me apart. Maybe after a couple of days… I don’t think I can even walk properly.”So, as a gentleman, I did the honorable thing – I carried her to the bed. Since it had room, at the most, for barely two people, we laid down with her on top of me. Just before we dozed off to sleep, however, Rachel wiped the inside of her thighs and her pussy lips with the bed sheet, dirtying it with the mix of cum and virginal blood.Noticing my puzzled look, she giggled. “Just to let Mom know what we did.””Hun, you really want to wiggle your finger at her, don’t you?””You bet!” she replied, and both of us laughed. “And you can also bet that I am gonna wiggle more than a finger at her… just let me get the feeling in my pussy back…” Her voice trailed off into sleep. I followed her there.The sun was already peeking out on the horizon by the time we awoke the next morning. Being on a farm meant that I rarely missed the sun rise, but as memories of the previous night came back, I just wanted to stay in bed and fuck my daughter throughout the day. The other k**s would be up only by seven or eight – by then, I would have finished milking the cows and seen the men off to thei
r posts.Rachel was awake the moment I stirred underneath her. She had always made it a point to help me out in the mornings, and this day, she informed me, was going to be no different. I watched her walk into her bathroom with more than a little interest in my eyes – and I made a mental note to have her again as soon as she got over her pain.Rachel wore just panties as she went downstairs to the kitchen to fix us coffee. I knew my wife would be there; what would she say, I thought, if Rachel went in naked?”For goodness sakes, girl, put on something.””Why?””Someone could see you.””Aww, Mom, you promised that you would get off my case if I went along with you.””That was when I thought you would have a little modesty around the house, not parade like a whore when everyone’s waking up.””Chill, Mom, who’s being a whore? None of the young ones are up, and the sleepyheads won’t wake up unless you dump buckets of water on them, and the only other people in this house that are seeing me stark naked are you and Daddy, and if Daddy doesn’t mind, that’s enough for me. Besides, weren’t you the one who was insistent that I don’t wear anything yesterday night?””That was different.””Oh, no, it wasn’t, not by any means. Look, I’ll promise to try – try, mind you – and restrain myself when there are others, but if it’s just the three of us and we are horny, Dad and I might make out right where we want to, whether your Christian conscience likes it or not.” With that, she placed her cup back on the table, whirled around and kissed me, right in front of my wife.”There,” my daughter said. “See. That’s just what we might start with.”Hooking an arm with mine, she said, “Let’s go milk the cows, Daddy, and after that, I am going to milk you.””I shouldn’t be saying this,” I admitted when we were alone in the barn. “But hearing you talk to your mother like gets me even hornier, if that’s possible.”Rachel giggled. Now that I knew the woman inside her, she looked very sexy in her white t-shirt under the jeans suspenders. As for me, I’ve always preferred to work shirtless in the barn. That my daughter was a knockout was beyond a question, as her breasts so evidently pushed against the straps of her suspenders proudly. I worked with a hard-on throughout the day, making sure that she knew she was keeping me aroused the entire time.By the time Rachel and I had finished cleaning the barn and milking the cows, it was quite late in the morning. All my workers had been sent off to their respective tasks, and it would be evening before they returned with the efforts. I had made a few passes at Rachel, only to have her say that it still hurt her too much. Not wanting to push my luck, I backed off.”Oh, Daddy,” Rachel said in a singsong voice as I started to walk towards the door.”What, Rachel darling?”I turned around, and the instant I did so, her t-shirt hit me right in the face. It smelled of her sweat, and my cock twitched as I inhaled it. Then I saw her, and I couldn’t help but grin.Rachel had slid the straps off her shoulder and was now naked from the waist up. With an exaggerated swagger of her ass, she walked over to a bale of hay and collapsed on her back on it. She grinned back at me naughtily and held out both her hands in invitation.”I thought you said we weren’t going to do it today,” I teased as I walked over, already taking off my pants.”I said it hurt too much, I never said we wouldn’t do it,” she shot back. “Besides, you damn stud, you have made me so horny I don’t care if I can’t walk for a month… just come over here and fuck me, Daddy!”I went down on her and got straight into the act. I started to go in for a little foreplay, but she would have none of that; my daughter just caught hold of my dick and pulled it to her pussy. Then, with a wild moan, she jerked up, impaling herself tightly on my rod, and held herself there for a couple of seconds.Within a minute, I shot off my load inside her. I didn’t pull out, both because I didn’t want to and because she had her legs wrapped so tightly around my waist I couldn’t even slide inside her. We kissed hungrily, bruising each other’s lips, but without a care in the world.Words can’t do proper justice to a truly fucking fuck, so I’ll just leave it to your imagination. Suffice to say that we were in the barn until noon – three hours later! Thankfully, Rachel had waited until I had placed the milk cans outside, so we were uninterrupted the entire time. Somehow, in the midst of all our rolling and frenzied coupling, her t-shirt had found its way underneath us, and when we finally stood up on weak legs to get dressed, it was already torn.Rachel nonchalantly threw it into the pile of trash that one of my men would empty later in the evening, then pulled her straps back on. It just about covered her nipples – and that was it! At the close distance where I was standing, you could even make out her areolas… and in spite of the fact that I had just emptied my dick in her three times in the morning, she was making me hard again.My daughter took a couple of steps forward before wincing.”You’ll have to carry me, Dad, I don’t think I can walk.””Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I joked. “You were the one who jumped my bones.””Sure,” she laughed, “Right after you felt me up and pushed that tent between your legs into my crotch and catching all the wrong places…””Okay, so maybe I did influence you a little.””Shut up and carry me the house, you big horny gorilla!”Thankfully for us, none of her brothers or sisters were there to see her in such a state, but Bertha was, and she wasn’t pleased at all. First, we had been away the entire morning. Second, Rachel’s state of undress. Even as she started to berate Rachel for being so ‘immoral,’ a strap slid off my daughter’s shoulder, baring her tit, and I could see my wife’s eyes widen at the sight of the pock markings on it.”I feel kind of dirty, Daddy,” Rachel announced, ignoring the monologue of her mother. “Why don’t you and I go take a shower and leave Mom alone so she won’t get all worked up again?”I glanced at my irate wife, guessing that she might say something, but she held her quivering lips shut. My daughter tugged at my arm, and I followed her up the stairs to our bedroom. I was conscious that my wife was staring at us all the way, and honestly, it was an edremit escort bayan arousing situation. I don’t think Rachel or I were being sadists – it was just a question of paying back in the same coin.Washing each other was a delightful experience, and even though she protested a lot, Rachel settled into the bath-tub with her legs over the sides, her cunt bared for me to target. It was hot and furious, and we were spent within minutes. I collapsed on top of her, wet bodies stuck to each other, and spent the better part of half an hour like that.Rachel threw on a slitted skirt and a bikini top, dressing right in front of me to let me know that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her nipples, still hard, poked through the material, and it took all of my will-power not to take her again, then and there, in my bedroom. Whatever Bertha tolerated, I didn’t think she would particularly fancy Rachel and me ruining her bedspread.We went downstairs, just as Billy, my eldest son, rushed in, grabbed his baseball gloves. He didn’t even give us a second glance as he hurried back outside, throwing just a “Hi, Dad, going over to Mark’s,” over his shoulder.”Mom, any other brat still home?” my daughter asked as we went into the living room. We turned on the TV, and when I sat down, Rachel sat down on me, her legs bridged over mine, and started to nibble my earlobes.”No,” came the curt reply.”Good,” my daughter commented, loudly enough for Bertha to hear, and then started to slobber all over my face. We hadn’t gone much beyond kissing when Bertha interrupted us. We stopped kissing, and Rachel looked at her mother with disdain.”Lunch is ready,” my wife said, giving my daughter t
he same look.”Oh, goody,” my daughter replied. “But I think we’ll just have each other for dessert.” Boldly, she cupped my hard-on and squeezed it. “Isn’t that right, poppa darling?”Once again cutting through the narration, let it be sufficient to say that Rachel and I teased each other throughout the meal, sucking the morsels out of each other’s fingers, sharing the food off the mouth, you get the idea. It got us both so randy that we were making out right in front of a very disgusted Bertha, finally ending up with her sending us into the living room. The remaining clothes flew all over the place as Rachel and I settled on the couch, and Rachel moaned as loudly as she could.Just as Rachel had her legs wrapped around me, Bertha rushed into the room, screaming that the k**s were back. With my cock still caught within the confines of my daughter’s pussy, her legs still wrapped around, I carried her up the stairs and into my bedroom, just in time… we literally fell on the bed as I shot off inside her.When Bertha finally came after us, she found the two of us still naked, on her bed. Rachel had cheekily let her cunt leak its contents onto the bed sheet, and it had made quite a wet patch there. Before my wife could get in a word, however, Rachel took the initiative.”Mom, can you come with me to the d**gstore tomorrow? I need to get some pills.” She sounded so different that I really thought she was sincere.My wife took the bait. “Oh, no! It’s wrong to use contraceptives – don’t bother me about these things again. If you don’t want to get pregnant, you control yourself more, understand?”When Rachel grinned, I knew my wife had just been set up. My daughter looked straight at her and answered, “Sure, if that’s the way you feel about it. But don’t blame me if Dad knocks me up.”Her face crimson with rage, my wife suddenly shouted. “Get out of here, you… you… just get out of here, dammit!”I was surprised when Rachel stood up and walked away, but I couldn’t suppress a smile when she turned around and blew me a flying kiss right in front of her mother. “‘Bye, darling!” she added huskily, running a hand down her stomach to her crotch, a gesture that Bertha didn’t miss. “I’ll be thinking of you tonight.”Bertha managed to keep me and Rachel away from each other for the rest of the day, giving her chores to do in non-stop succession while I did my rounds around the farm. For once, I am told, Rachel actually did as she was told, perhaps not wanting to antagonize her mother further. It was only during dinner that she and I were together again.We sat side by side, and while she kept up a lively conversation with her siblings, Rachel had her hand on my thigh. I couldn’t reciprocate because I had to use my right hand to eat, but when she suggested that I try using my other hand, ostensibly to show her siblings, I got her idea.She was wearing a more conservative skirt now, not slitted, and had on a pair of panties – finally – but when I placed my hand on her thigh, she caught it and pressed it to her crotch. I could feel the warmth, the dampness through the material, and then, without even thinking, slid my hands into her panties. She almost dropped her spoon but quickly recovered her composure, adjusting so that I had greater access, and continued to eat as if nothing was going on.Bertha must have noticed the lusty glances that we exchanged – she started to look at us with a stern expression on her face, as if to let us know she knew what we were up to at the family dinner table. All of a sudden, now I wanted to irritate my wife – I pulled my hand out and right in front of everyone, licked my fingers clean of my daughter’s juice. My wife burned at the sight.”Dad,” one of my other daughters asked, “Why are you licking your hand?””Oh, it’s nothing, honey,” I replied, nudging Rachel gently. “Just something I got my hand on.””What is it?” my youngest son asked. He was just three years old, and as curious as three year-olds can get.”Oh, Johnny, Daddy was just helping me with something,” Rachel added, much to the chagrin of her mother. None of the other k**s were old enough to understand what had happened, but my wife would have no doubts whatsoever. It was a priceless moment.”It was a bad idea,” my wife said when we were finally alone in our bedroom. It was our first moment alone since last night and I would have rather spent it with my daughter.”Don’t blame me,” I said, getting defensive. “Or Rachel. It was you who made the decision for us, we didn’t get it on until you made us do it.””But do you have to go at it every second of the day?” my wife asked, changing her tactics.”It’s been so long for both of us that twenty-four hours in a day isn’t sufficient.””I’ll bet it isn’t. You are just as bad as she is, maybe worse! At least you should know when to say no.””I’ll have to take lessons from you on that, won’t I? Saying no is your specialty.””That’s cheap, Peter.””So is your nagging. Good night.””Good – ” She was interrupted by the knocking at the door.With a sigh, my wife muttered, “What now?” as she went to open the door. Rachel was outside, wearing just her panties, and as soon as the door was open, she rushed inside and threw herself on me, apparently oblivious to the presence of her mother, and started kissing me. I responded to her overtures, enjoying the fact that my wife was watching all this, and slid her panties off in a flash. Rachel took her own sweet time to acknowledge her mother.”Oops, sorry Mom, I was just feeling so horny I had to see Dad… could you please excuse us for tonight and sleep in my room? I don’t think you will be able to sleep in here properly tonight… God, I feel so horny.” And with that, she pressed her breast into my mouth and moaned loudly as I started to suckle on her.Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my wife huffing off out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. I pushed Rachel away, and she fell back on the bed, laughing. It was an infectious laughter, and I joined in.”You are a horny bitch, aren’t you?” I asked her, sliding beside her. She still hadn’t stopped laughing, and neither, I must admit, had I.”God, she must be so pissed she won’t even sleep tonight. And yes, I am a horny bitch, Daddy, your bitch. Any complaints?””None whatsoever, sweetheart. But, seriously, don’t you think we should use some protection? I think I have a rubber in here somewhere…”She rolled abruptly so that she was on top of me in the blink of an eye, her hair falling all around us like the walls of a cave, and with a serious expression, “Don’t you dare!”Then she giggled. “I’ve been on the pill ever since I realized I could get horned very easily, Daddy! Mom doesn’t know, and I don’t intend on ever telling her.””Then why did you ask her?””Simple. One, I wanted to see what she would say. Two, and this is why I wanted her opinion, I intend for you to get me pregnant, definitely within the year, and I didn’t want her to insure against that. This way, she’ll want to go one up on me so bad she’ll let me have your baby just so that she can say, ‘I told you so.’ What do you think?””Very clever, for a randy puss whose mind is always on sex.””Oh, so I am a puss now? Whatever happened to bitch?” She chuckled.”That’s still on,” I told her, “One’s when I fuck your cunt, and the other’s when I take your ass.””That’s funny.””I know. But tell me one thing though.””What?””When am I going to get you pregnant?””Honestly, Daddy, I haven’t decided that yet. Right now, all I want is your cock in me all the time. One day, I’ll wake up, decide we are going further, and throw those pills out of the window. And then, because I might have to miss out on a couple of months’ fucking, I’ll expect you around every waking moment until then.””Sounds good to me… one another thing, though.””Shut up and fuck me, Daddy!””Exactly my thoughts…”All that was four years ago.
Right now, even as I write this, she is behind me, nursing our third k**. None of the three were born with two heads or anything, so that’s encouraging, and we’ve already begun to work on the fourth. Because the other k**s – Rachel’s siblings, I mean – are growing up, Bertha doesn’t have that much time for us now, especially since she has to fuss after two grandk**s too, but Rachel and I still do our best to get a rise out of her. As for the two of us, no, our sex life hasn’t diminished a bit. Rachel’s figure is a little fuller right now, and it’s even sexier than before.Adios, friends, because my horny bitch is – what else? – horny once again…
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