Jenna Turns 18 Ch. 02

Fair warning, this part of the story includes everything - from father-daughter-mother sex to interracial, anal, group, and male/female bisexuality. Personally, I think it's hot as hell and I hope you enjoy it!



I felt my heart sink again as I stared at the picture on the computer. It was me. Well, more correctly, it was a close up of my hard cock. "Do you still shave?" Jenna asked.

"None of your business," I said, hitting the back button the browser to learn what I already guessed. This wasn't the only picture of me she had seen. I had a total of sixteen pictures on my profile, this was just the close up of my cock and balls. The other pictures showed me standing, a full body shot. There were several pictures like that and separate from all of those was a single picture that showed my face. In the rest of the pictures, I had blurred out my face, so no one could point to a picture and definitively say it was me. No one, except someone who lived in our house, someone who knew what our furniture looked like and the color of our walls, before we painted. Someone like my daughter, Jenna.

"I'm guessing Mom doesn't know about this profile, does she?"

"No," I said, sinking into my usual easy chair in our living room. "How long have you've known?"

"Again, it's best for me to say I just found it last night, after midnight, after I was already eighteen."

"Right," I said, not believing her but knowing it didn't matter. I had hit the back button enough times on the browser to answer one question I had - how she had found it. She hadn't cracked my account. That was a relief. Instead, she had set-up her own profile on the adult website and the "member since" code said it had been last night. I didn't believe that part, but I accepted it just the same. Whether she had found this profile first or someone else, it didn't matter.

"Let me see that," she said, holding out her hand for the tablet. I gave it back to her. "Oh and let's see your cock, okay?"

"What if I say 'no?'"

"Then I tell Mom she married a cocksucking homosexual. I guess, if she already knows, it's not big deal. But I'm guessing she doesn't know."

"You're mom was right. You are a bitch," I said, standing up and pulling off my shorts so Jenna could see my hard cock. I kept my balls shaved and my pubic hair short. There's a ring around my prick of smooth, bare skin. The website was a place for men to pick up other men. It was my biggest secret, one I had never confessed to Cheryl, but she wasn't alone with going both ways. I don't know why I never told her. I could have. I had had plenty of opportunities, but each of those chances had slipped through my fingers without me expressing the truth. The truth was, I liked having sex with other men. Not as a regular thing. It wasn't something that could ever replace pussy for me, but as a sometimes thing? It was hot as hell. "What did she say when you bought three butt plugs?"

"Nothing," Jenna said, still tapping at the tablet. "So either she knows you like it up the ass or she thought something else, I don't know."

"She knows," I said, my hard prick throbbing at the confession.

"But she doesn't know about that profile, does she?"

I shook my head.

"And you want to keep it that way, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Fuck me."

"Now?" I asked, already getting out of my chair. If that's what it would take to keep my secret, I would do it. I had already gone down on her, how could fucking her be any worse?

"No, not now," she said, giggling and holding up her hand. "Later. Just play along. When it happens, it happens. And if you're lucky, maybe I'll feed you some cock along the way."

"This is so wrong," I said, though again my cock throbbed at the idea of her feeding my cock. Where would she find cock? It would have to be from one of her boyfriends, all hot, young guys. Damn her!

"Let's talk about this," she said, handing me the tablet back. It was another profile on a different website. This website was for adult swingers and it showed pictures of both her mom and me. Most damning, it had her mom listed as "bisexual." This was a website Cheryl knew about and one she kept up with. She enjoyed answering the mail and flirting with the guys, girls, and couples who replied to our ad.

"This is was you have on your mom, isn't it?" I asked as I felt the pieces slide into place. Smiling, Jenna shrugged and then nodded.

"It's enough, isn't it?"

"You know this is just a sometimes thing, right?" I asked, not needing to see the pictures.

"Like that cruise you took last year?" I nodded. It had been a swingers only cruise and it had been a lot of fun, too. We had partied with quite a few couples during that trip. "And the Millers?" Jenna went on to say. "They're swinger friends, aren't they?"

"Yeah," I said, deciding it wasn't worth lying about.

"So far, this is the best birthday ever," she said, standing up and crossing to me. She planted her lips against mine and kissed me. At first, I kissed back without doing anything more, but then I felt her tongue against my lips and opened my lips. As our tongues danced, Jenna grabbed my hard cock. I jumped, but then let her do it. What else could I do? She had too much on me for me to fight. "I'm going to have so much fun fucking this," she said. "Now get dressed so your wife doesn't think we were doing anything."

"How long are you going to make her wear that butt plug?"

"I don't know, until she gives in, I guess."

"Gives in to what?"

"Good question," Jenna said, sitting back on the couch and picking up the tablet. I slipped on my shorts and waited for something more, but she was quiet. Finally, her mom came home from her run.

"Okay if I follow her upstairs?"

"As long as there aren't any orgasms."

"Promise," I said, unwilling to risk it. Cheryl was in our bedroom, stripping off her running clothes. "So, she found our profile online, on the swingers site," I said, letting her know I knew.

"Crap," Cheryl said and then looked as if she was catching herself. "I mean, really, you know?" I nodded, finding it odd the way she reacted. "Did she tell you how she threatened me?" I shook my head. "She said she would show stuff to my boss. Dammit, I work at a Catholic hospital. They'll fire me over something like that."

"That's why you told me to play along."

Cheryl nodded. "Though I didn't think you were going to have an orgasm. What the hell happened? Didn't you jerk off while we were gone?"

"You know I did," I said, rubbing the hard-on I was still sporting. "And then I spent the rest of the time trying to hack into her computer."

"Oh, good idea. Did you find anything?"

"Yeah, that she changed her password," I said, explaining how hard it was to break in.

"Look, if I take this out, do you think she'll know?"

"I won't tell her," I promised as Cheryl pulled the butt plug out of her ass.

"I'm so fucking horny," she said, eyeing the lump in my runner's shorts. "Do you have any idea how hot it was to go running with that thing inside of me?"

"None at all," I admitted, because I didn't.

"I came, but I'm not going to tell her."

"Go take a shower and I'll cover for you."

"Did she try anything while you were gone?"

I shook my head, feeling as if I was lying. I guess I was, because I was still keeping my biggest secret to myself. "She showed me that profile of the two of us, isn't that enough?"'

"I don't know what else to do except play along. At some point, she's going to get bored, right? I mean, I don't think she really wants to keep having sex with both of us, does she?"

"Maybe we should be glad it's just sex she wants," I pointed out.

"Yeah, good point," Cheryl said, giving me a kiss and a grope. "I love you."

"I love you, too, and somehow, we'll get through this. We're the grown-ups, remember?"

"Yeah, but so is she," Cheryl said, heading toward the bathroom and the shower. I went back downstairs, thinking in the back of my mind, how much sex could Jenna need in a single day? Then I flashed back to when I was eighteen and realized I was a fucking, cumming, orgasming machine back then. Just my luck, Jenna had inherited those same genes from either me, her mother, or both of us.

It was still startling to see my daughter lounging on the couch naked, startling, but not as unsettling as the first time. "Remember Scott?" she asked, referring to a boy she had dated last year before he went away to college. I nodded. "He's one of the guys who always thought Mom was a MILF. I'm thinking about inviting him over and letting him fuck her, do you think she'll mind?"

"That's sort of up to her, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but I thought I'd ask you first. You don't mind if someone else fucks your wife, do you?"

"I guess not," I said, unable to say otherwise.

"Cool," she said, tapping a text message into her phone. She was still texting when Cheryl came back downstairs.

"I just want you to know, I took out my butt plug and I'm not going to eat your pussy," Cheryl announced.

"Yeah, that's cool," Jenna said, not even looking up from her phone to notice that Cheryl was still naked. "Remember Scott?"

"The football player?"

"Yeah, he's going to be over in about twenty minutes and I promised him you would fuck him."

"What? How dare you!"

"Aw, come on, Mom. You know he's cute as hell and besides, you like strange dick, don't you?"

Cheryl didn't give an answer that I heard. "Is it okay if I get dressed?"

"Yeah, we both should. We don't want to look like a family of perverts."

"So what's going to happen? He's going to come over and take me upstairs?"

"No, Daddy and me are going to head out for a while. He's going to come over to see me, but you get to seduce him. Think you can manage that?"

"What if I don't?"

"Really?" Jenna asked, her eyebrows raised.

"Sorry," Cheryl said.

I stood up and went to my wife. "It's okay, honey," I told her. "Maybe he'll be fun."

"You sure it's okay?"

I nodded. I was. With everything we had on the line, any and everything would have to be okay until we came up with a different plan. I gave Cheryl a kiss and I ran my hands across her naked body. I knew it was something Jenna could see. Hell, for all I knew, she was enjoying the show, but I didn't care. We were in too deep. "Fuck his brains out," I whispered to Cheryl and she nodded, offering me a brave smile in return.

With little time to spare before Scott showed up, Jenna followed her mom upstairs. A few minutes later, both women returned with clothes on. "Does he know he's coming over here to fuck me?" Cheryl asked our daughter.

"Nah, he thinks he's going to find me."

"What should I tell him?"

"Fuck, I don't care. Tell him I took Dad to the park so I could suck his dick."

"Is that what you're going to do?"

"If he'll let me," Jenna said. "Ready to go, Daddy?"

"I guess," I said, picking up my wallet and car keys. As soon as we were in the car, Jenna reached into my lap and began rubbing my hard-on. I took that as a sign that she wasn't kidding about what we were to do. I drove to the park. It was just after six in the evening and the sun was still up. "You realize you're blackmailing us," I said as I drove.

"So?"

"It's not right."

"Eating your daughter's pussy isn't right either, but you got hard doing it, didn't you?"

"I got hard eating pussy, not from eating my daughter's pussy."

"Are you saying my pussy wasn't sweet enough for you?"

"No, I'm saying my body is going to react to pussy, regardless of who it belongs to."

"Good enough for me," she said, putting her hand inside my shorts and holding my hard cock.

I found a quiet place in the shade. It was late enough that anyone who decided to spend their Saturday in the park was leaving and anyone who thought they'd go parking in the park hadn't shown up yet. I put my car in park in an empty parking lot. "Is this what you want?"

"This is what I want, Daddy," Jenna said, pushing down my shorts. I helped her, submitting to the moment. What choice did I have? "I bet your wife is fucking that nineteen year old stud right about now," Jenna said, stroking my hard cock. "Do you wish you were watching?"

"Shut up and suck me if that's what you want to do," I said, doing my best to ignore her teasing. But try as I might, my cock had heard her. My cock was hard, ready for another release. I pushed the tilt steering wheel up as far as I could to give her room.

"Ever bring one of your boyfriends here?" she said.

"No," I said, my cock twitching in her hand. It felt good for her to know that I went both ways.

"Too bad. It's sort of fun to imagine that I'm doing what you like to do."

"Stop it," I said and she did stop talking as she bent over and started sucking my cock.

Say what you want, I really don't care, but a blow job is a blow job, even if it's your daughter sucking your cock. I don't know why, but the thrill of the moment got to me. I kept thinking about my wife and wondering if she was getting fucked by some hot, young stud. I thought about where we were parked, in an empty public parking lot. Anyone could pull up next to us at anytime. Maybe someone who was lost and needed directions. Maybe they would pull up, knock on my window, and see the pretty brunette with her face in my lap. It would be hotter if it was the other way around. Hotter if it was me bent over some guy's prick, licking and sucking him for all his was worth. Why is that? It's my biggest secret and yet it still excites me to think someone else knows about it. What if the person knocking on my window noticed the family similarities between Jenna and me. Would they put together that it was my daughter sucking my cock? I pressed on the back of Jenna's head. If she wanted to suck me, then fine: suck it, bitch! She moaned.

I lasted longer than I thought I would. It wasn't because of her lack of skill. Honestly? My daughter was quite the cocksucker. I guess it was in her genes, since she had the genes of two cocksuckers. I know how much her mom likes to suck cock and I know how much her dad likes to do it, too. But eventually,I did cum. I came in her mouth, exploding inside her mouth, and pasting the roof of her mouth and her tongue. Jenna never flinched. Good girl I thought, knowing how much any guy in the world would appreciate her commitment to the orgasm. Better yet, when she was done (when I was done?), she pulled back, sat up, and kissed me deeply. I could taste myself on her lips and it made me want to stay hard.

"You are so gay," she giggled. "None of the guys I ever dated would let me do that. Do you do that with mom, too? Do you kiss her after you cum in her mouth?"

"Sometimes," I admitted.

"I bet you love kissing her after she's sucked off some other guy, don't you?"

"Yes."

"And I bet it kills you every time you see her with a big cock in her mouth, doesn't it? You probably sit there just wishing it was you doing that, don't you?"

"Yes," I admitted, but only because she already knew my secrets.

"You know you need to tell her, right?"

"Tell her what?"

"That you like cock, too. She's your wife, Daddy, she needs to know that."

"What if it freaks her out."

"What if it turns her on?"

The idea seemed too impossible to consider.

"I'm going to show her you like dick."

"How?"

"I'm going to fuck you up the ass with that strap-on, right in front of her."

"That won't work. She'll just think I'm playing along so you don't tell her work about our swinger ad."

Jenna laughed. "Do you think that's why this is about?"

"Isn't it?"

Jenna cradled my head in her hands and kissed me deeply again. "Daddy? You're a fucking idiot."

"Why?"

"You know why she likes to swing?"

"Because she likes getting some strange dick?"

"Yeah she does," Jenna said, laughing again, as if she knew something I didn't. "You have internet on your phone?" I did. She took it from me and tapped away at the screen for several moments before turning to for me to see. "This is what I have on her."

It was another profile, but on a different site and not one that was shared by Cheryl and me. Instead, this website was designed for women seeking men. And there was my Cheryl. As with my profile on the site of men seeking men, Cheryl had blurred out her face, but I would recognize that body anywhere. I read through the profile, feeling my heart sinking again that day. I need it more than my husband read the heading. It went on to talk about how much she needed it and how discreet they would have to be. Daytimes while my husband is at work. He's a one shot wonder and I'll take care of him when he gets home. Please take care of me, first!

I stared at my phone for a long time. "When did you find this?"

"Last night," she said, though I knew she was lying. "That's when I found all of these profiles."

"So what does this mean?"

"It means your wife is cock crazy, that's all. And she's been cheating on you."

"I sort of guess the last part."

"Yeah, but does it bother you?"

I thought about it for a long moment and my answer never changed. "Not really. I mean, it bothers me that she was lying to me, but not that she wants extra cock. Fuck, I don't care."

"That's what I thought," Jenna said, kissing me on the cheek. "And my guess is, you'd love to play clean up after any one of those guys, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah I would."

"Let's go home. I want to watch you eat Mommy's pussy."

I started the car and struggled to keep it close to the speed limit. I was full of questions for Jenna as I drove. Did she think Scott was still there? What if he was? What if she had cleaned up after he left? Jenna didn't have any answers, but as we got close to our house, she had one. "He just sent me a text asking where I was. I think that means he's gone."

"Perfect," I said, pulling on to our street. I parked in the driveway and we went in the front door. "Hey baby!" I called out to my wife.

"Wow, he just left," she said, calling back from our bedroom. I raced up the stairs and Jenna was right behind me. Turning the corner into our bedroom, I found Cheryl still laying on the bed. She looked hot and sweaty, as if she had just finished a second run. "Let me take a shower, okay?"

"No," I said, pulling off my clothes. Jenna was right behind me, but I didn't care. She was about to see how two people in love do it. I pulled on cock, it was already growing.

"What did you two do?" Cheryl asked, her eyes darting back and forth between us. She looked ravished. I saw the foam around her well fucked pussy and what looked to be semen leaking from it.

"I sucked Daddy off," Jenna said.

"But you're still hard," Cheryl said to me.

"No, I'm hard again," I corrected. "For you."

"But Scott just left. I need to shower first."

"No, you don't," I said, approaching the foot of the bed. I crawled on to our bed, pushing apart her legs as I moved.

"But baby, he didn't wear a condom or anything."

"Good," I said, resting on my stomach as I pushed her legs apart. "Did he get you off?"

"Once," she admitted.

"Just once? How many times did he do it?"

"Twice. I came during his second try. He didn't last very long the first time."

"I don't blame him, " I said before opening my mouth and pressing it against her used pussy.

"Stop it!" she cried out. "He came inside of me!"

"I know," I said and I licked her again.

"And you don't care?"

"No," I promised and I went to work on my wife's pussy. This was a pussy I knew well. I knew all the tricks with her pussy. I knew how hard she liked it, where she liked it, and when to do it. It was experience that showed.

"Oh fuck," she cried out, her voice a hoarse whisper. "You're going to make me come again."

I didn't answer her with words, I answered her with my tongue in and around her pussy. I licked her, sucked her clit, and tongue fucked her used hole. I cleaned up every bit of Scott and kept going. As I ate her pussy, I heard other moans, not coming from my wife. Those were the moans of our daughter, Jenna, as she watched and played with herself.