Sharing Our Daughter

It wasn't that long ago that I risked taking advantage of the anonymity of the internet to confess that I'm a happily married mother of two adult children, and that I've engaged in sexual relationships with both my son Evan, and my daughter Katie.

Even though I've admitted this before, and have done so from behind an electronic veil, it feels very strange to come right out and state the fact that I've fucked my own children so definitively. Sex with both my son and daughter always made perfect sense as it was happening, but expressing these traditionally forbidden acts in the stark black and white of the page forces me to see what I have done from a slightly more detached perspective. And, as much as I hate to say it, this perspective doesn't always cast my behavior in a flattering light. It's not a challenge to see why the vast majority of normal society would denounce me and my lifestyle choices--especially if they knew the full scope and depth of my depravity.

I won't deny that I have had more than my share of uncomfortable moments of self-awareness, and sleepless nights of soul searching. But the logical conclusions, the social expectations, and the legion of doubts quickly dissolve in the flush of emotions and pleasures I've had the great fortune to share with my son and daughter in the reality of the moment.

This, however, is supposed to be a sex story--not a diatribe on the emotional hazards of boinking your own offspring. I would like to share with you the intimate details of how my daughter Katie had a long-time fantasy of hers fulfilled when she finally got the opportunity to fuck her father.

To bring everyone up to speed, I had an active history of naked games with my older brother, younger sister, several cousins, and one uncle when I was younger (all of us were at least 18, or older, of course). Within a few years after I married Don (who knew all about my kinky family exploits), my incestuous fun slowed to a trickle; basically just an occasional romp with my sister when we weren't on opposite sides of the country.

I was a perfectly 'normal' mom up until one summer day at the beach, when I found myself suddenly, and irrepressibly, turned on by my 18-year-old son. Despite my history of family sex, this came as somewhat of a surprise for me. But, because of my history of family sex, I permitted myself the freedom to explore these feelings, rather than suppressing them as most decent mothers would be inclined to do.

When I reached the conclusion that my suddenly awakened attraction was more than a passing lustful yearning, I began to feel Evan out to see if he had the sorts of physical feelings for me that I remembered having for my own parents when I was his age. It must be in the DNA, because he did, and we had a wonderful affair together that spanned well into his college years.

Maybe because I was more in tune with my children's sexual interests after that, I began a physical relationship with my daughter shortly after she turned eighteen. I suppose it would be more accurate to say that I allowed her to begin a physical relationship with me. I recognized her blossoming curiosity, and even though I made every effort to conceal the full extent of my connection with her older brother, I'm sure she intuitively knew something special was going on. She probably didn't understand it on a conscious level, but she was eager to gradually push the boundaries with me, and eventually share absolutely everything with her horny ol' mom.

The one thing, unfortunately, I was never able to share with her was my husband. Katie was very insistent about wanting to not only play with her brother, but also to learn the finer points of lovemaking under the firm, experienced hand of her father. Alas, neither of these desires it seemed would ever be fulfilled. I suggested the possibility to Evan, but he couldn't get to a place where he saw his baby sister as a sexual prospect. She was four years his junior, and he still viewed her as a bothersome little kid, and not the sensual young woman that she was developing into.

The case with her father was much more complicated. He was admittedly sexually attracted to Katie, but he was adamant that if the two of them began having sex that it would undermine his authority as a parent. With me already going down that road with her, he felt that it was imperative that at least one of us maintain some sort of 'moral high ground' with our daughter. She was overall a very good kid, but she did have a bit of the rebel in her. Don was concerned that it would be too easy for her to manipulate us, and get away with too much, which ultimately wouldn't be good for her.

There were long, and sometimes heated, debates between Don and I on this subject, but I ultimately conceded to the wisdom of his approach, and we assumed a sort of 'don't ask; don't tell' attitude about all the naughty, nasty, wonderful things Katie and I were doing with each other. It turned into a kind of game where we acted like we had to be sneaky about what we were doing so Daddy wouldn't find out. Which, to be honest, actually made it more exciting.

Even though Katie was still harboring a deep desire for her father, she had to content herself with occasionally pumping me (both figuratively and literally) for the graphic details of my sex life with her dad--which never failed to turn her on like crazy. It eventually became a sort of non-issue; something that she accepted just wasn't going to happen. This changed in early January of 2009.

Katie was home from college on winter break. She and I were vigorously making up for lost time both in and out of the bedroom (but, mostly in). I have to admit, it was an especially big deal for me, since whenever she goes away I'm never sure she's going to still want to continue carrying on with her aging mother when she gets home. I know our sexual relationship can't go on forever, but I feel like I've got at least a few more good years yet to go.

One afternoon, while Don was at work, Katie and I were in her bedroom experimenting with the rabbit vibrator she'd gotten me for Christmas. We were taking turns, fiddling with all the settings, and having a naked blast together. After we had worn our clits down to played-out nubs, we were lying on her bed talking about the various sex we'd had over the previous couple of months. Her stories were obviously more adventurous than my own, but we were both enjoying the openness and freedom that we had with each other that was unlike any of our other relationships.

I was telling her how I had given her dad a nice handjob in bed the other night. Katie joked that she was going to sneak into our bedroom that night after we went to sleep and jack her father off in the dark and he'll just think it was me. We had a good giggle, but I was a little worried that she just might really try it. This naturally led into her telling me about various fantasy scenarios she had about how she could seduce her father into having sex with her. Some of them were pretty elaborate!

The next, inevitable, phase of the conversation became more serious. She asked me yet again about Don's reasons for not wanting to be with her. After all, she pointed out (as she always did), he was willing to have a threesome with Evan and me. So why not her?

I had always given her the same party line whenever the topic came up, but I figured she was old enough by that point (by the way, she was 20-years-old at this time) to know all the gory details. I put it all out there, and she had something of a breakthrough. She had always harbored the idea that there was something inherently wrong with her all this time that made her undesirable to the males in the family--despite my constant reassurance to the contrary--but it all made more sense to her, and some of her unanswered questions now had answers.

As she worked through the reconfigured landscape of her experience, she began piecing together that all of Don's reasons for refraining from sex with her had basically become obsolete. We debated the points back and forth, our hands never straying far from some exposed sensitive spot on our own or the other's body, and Katie won me over to her position in relatively short order.

There was no longer a good reason for my husband not to have sex with our daughter!

We had all just been drifting along without really questioning the status quo. I found myself practically giddy with the implications. I could tell that Katie was just as fired up. There was a brief interlude where we worked off some of that burgeoning nervous energy by fingering each other to nearly simultaneous orgasm side-by-side on her bed. So good!

Once we mutually satisfied our mounting urges, we got down to planning what to do about our thrilling discovery. We brainstormed for almost an hour, got dressed, went downstairs to get dinner started, and brainstormed some more. We evaluated the merits of a number of approaches, but the one we selected had a high degree of risk, but offered what, for us, was a high degree of reward.

That night I lay in bed next to Don, innocently reading my book as if nothing out of the ordinary was about to unfold. He quickly scanned through a photo-copied article from an industry magazine, kissed me on the cheek, gave each of my boobs a loving squeeze, then rolled over. Within a few minutes I could tell he was asleep.

I quietly slipped out of bed, turned off the lights, and tiptoed to Katie's room. She was waiting impatiently, wearing only a black punk-band t-shirt and a tight pair of booty-shorts. I gave her the it's-a-go signal, and we sneaked back into my bedroom. I stripped out of my pajamas while Katie silently got naked as well.

Very carefully, I eased myself onto the bed and settled back with my head just below where my pillows sat. Katie then joined me. She climbed on top of me so that we were in the 69 position. My stomach was alive with butterflies, and I couldn't believe we were actually going through with this.

I had reconsidered what Katie and I had decided to do a hundred times over the course of the evening. I mean, it really wasn't fair to ambush Don like this. He had no clue this was coming, and there was a very good chance he would be extremely upset with us for pulling something so devious. Our next most likely plan was to do the sensible thing and sit down and talk to him about how the whole Katie situation had changed and bring him onboard. Reasonable, but not very exciting. I know our current plan was probably not the smartest, or most mature, way to go about it, but there we were.

Katie almost immediately began licking my already wet pussy. She lowered her hips until I was able to easily reach her clit with my mouth, and away we went. Within seconds, Katie was moaning and making exaggerated slurping noises down between my legs. It was part of our plan, but it was all I could do not to laugh. I added some of my own moans, but this wasn't enough to rouse my unconscious husband.

Katie took it up a notch and began grinding her hips, which created rhythmic undulations that carried through the mattress. It took only a few seconds to achieve the desired result, and I felt Don stirring next to me. Now, this wouldn't be the first time he's been awoken by sexual activity occurring on the bed next to him. I have been known to masturbate on occasion after my husband has dozed off for the night. Sometimes I'm considerate and keep it very low-key, but there have been times when I want him to know that I'm pleasuring myself for one reason or another. I assumed this would be the first thing he suspected.

Don was lying with his back to us, and I felt him turn slightly. I had to quickly make sure it would be clear to him exactly what was happening.

"Oh, Katie," I moaned softly, "you lick Mommy's pussy so good."

And, just to be sure Don didn't think I was talking myself through one of my fantasizes as I sometimes do, Katie quietly responded right on cue with, "Mmm, you taste so good, Mom. Don't stop sucking me."

This was it! The moment of truth. Don would either blow up and storm out of the room, or stay and...and who knows what? The scent of Katie's sex in my face was strong, and the sensations of her tongue gliding up and down the fleshy pleats of my pussy were distractingly delightful.

The moment stretched out, and there was no yelling, no brusque exit, but there was also no other hint of sound or movement from his side of the bed. Katie's oral gymnastics became louder.

"Shhh, honey," I hushed her. "Be careful you don't wake your father."

"Sorry," she whispered and kept right on eating me as loudly as before.

Don shifted again, and it took almost a minute for me to be sure, but I distinctly felt the telltale hints of my husband softly stroking himself. We had his attention, no doubt, and he was obviously unable to resist the erotic scenario playing out in the dark next to him. I wanted to cheer, but I restrained myself and resolved to let things play out of their own accord.

Meanwhile, during the whole time I was trying to gauge what was going on with Don, there was a very naked girl sucking my pussy for all she was worth. Once I knew Katie's father was at the very least taking some amount pleasure from our lascivious scheme, I was able to relax and enjoy the performance for myself.

"Fuck my face, Katie," I urged, grabbing onto her ass and pulling her pussy firmly against my mouth. My daughter was so wet that her juices were flowing down my chin and tickling their way across my throat in thin streams. I hadn't seen her this excited since we first began messing around with each other.

"That's it," she breathed. "You're gonna make me cum, Mom...Oh, God, please make me cum." Katie wasn't as loud as she usually is, but neither was she making much effort to maintain the pretense of being quiet.

The steady beat from the man next to us was much more obvious now. He remained on his side of the bed, apparently turned toward us by that point, but he remained under the covers as he jerked himself off to the increasingly passionate sounds of his daughter and wife sucking each other's cunts.

I wanted to try to get him more directly involved in our sex play, but I was becoming too absorbed in it myself to effectively accomplish anything toward that end. Katie began humping herself against my mouth in that way she did when she was on the verge of orgasm. I concentrated on her clit, sucking and licking in exactly the firm, fast pattern I knew got her off the best. She muffled her mouth against my own pussy, and I could hear her barely containing a building scream of pure ecstasy.

The bed bounced in tandem with Katie's bucking orgasm. She came with a series of gulping gasps, followed by a gratified sigh. As soon as her spasms settled down, she went right back to work on my aching clit. Damn, she was good at eating pussy. She must've had a good teacher...

One of the things I always particularly enjoyed about this position with Katie was the way she held herself in such a way that I could feel her dangling tits swaying against my tummy. She didn't normally lie flush on top of me like some women do, but maintains some space between us. The sensation of her taut nipples tracing little circles over the skin of my belly is a real treat I can't get enough of.

As I leaned my head back and allowed myself to focus on the pleasure I was receiving from my daughter, I felt a touch on my hip. It took me a second to be sure, but it was most assuredly Don's hand. He was still beating off, but he apparently couldn't resist wanting to make some sort of connection with the incestuous, lesbian debauchery happening right in next to him.

It was part of our arrangement between Don and I that I always told him about the naughty things that went on between me and the kids. I'd always kept my end of the bargain, and I'd share these details with him most often in conjunction with a handjob, or while we were fucking. Sometimes he'd just listen to me describe the lurid specifics as we masturbated together. Hearing about it, though, is one thing, actually being there as it's happening is another thing entirely...as he was discovering.

One of Katie's hands gripped my thigh tightly in a way that was pulling my skin rather painfully. Instead of shaking her hand away, I embraced the sensation and found a strange kind of pleasure in it. Her other hand had moved around the outside of my other leg so that she was able to insert a finger into my pussy. She knew how much I loved that.

My own hands ran along Katie's sides and thighs, pausing periodically to squeeze her plump and oh-so-squeezable ass. Don's hand was firmly pressed against my hip, and he was clearly feeling the mounting rhythm of the lovemaking between me and his daughter. I knew he had an impressive amount of self-control, but I was pretty sure he was nearing the precipice.

I began moaning loudly. The moans weren't for show, but I wasn't bothering to hold anything back at this point. Katie intuitively picked up on my signals. She knew how to manage my body as well as anyone could, and did exactly what I needed when I needed it to push me to the heights of sexual pleasure.

"Oh, yes," I blurted out. "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy, Katie. Fuck Mommy's pussy with your fingers...unnnnnngghh!" In the swirling build up to my orgasm I felt my husband jerking off wildly beside me. The sound of his fist beating up and down his cock was more than obvious, and I knew for a fact that Katie was hearing it, too. "I'm cummmming!" I moaned.

Katie mouthed my cunt like a virtuoso playing a well-tuned instrument. My husband's hand clenched into the flesh of my hip, and I heard him grunt with evident release. My daughter nursed each fleeting orgasmic sparkle from my convulsing pussy, then gracefully withdrew her lips and finger.

Don's hand stayed where it was. Katie stayed where she was. Nothing was said, and there was that magical electricity in the air when everyone present is only just beginning to appreciate what just happen with a clarity no longer clouded by urgent passions.

Katie dipped her head and gave my still pulsing pussy a loud smooch.

I patted her butt, and whispered, "Thanks, honey, that was amazing. I'll see you in the morning."

I know she didn't want it to end there, but I sensed that this was how it needed to be. She trusted my lead, and climbed off of me and picked up her underwear from the floor.

"I love you, Mom," she said quietly and kissed me on the lips. "Goodnight, Dad. Love you, too." She walked out of our room and closed the door behind her.

Don's hand slid up over my belly and found its way to my sopping cunt. He cleared his throat.

"Do you want to explain what that was all about?"

I paused, as if considering my answer. "Nope."

"Why am I not surprised?"

Without another word he got on top of me and drove his still hard cock into my still wet pussy. His belly was slick with cum from his voyeuristic jack-off, and it felt good as it smeared against my heated flesh. He fucked me hard and fast, and we both came in less than a minute. I had no illusions that the only thoughts in his mind as he rammed into me were of his daughter. I know because it was the only thing I was thinking of when I came. Plus, there was a very good chance that Katie was in her bedroom at that very moment making herself cum with thoughts of us.

I didn't know for sure where all this was going to lead, but I couldn't wait to find out!

* * * * *

Don was up and out early the morning after Katie and I had executed our little guerilla sex show on the bed right next to him. I had a pretty full day ahead of me, so I was out of the house before Katie woke up (which she wasn't likely to do much before noon anyway).

As I traveled between appointments, I couldn't help thinking about how exciting the previous night was for me. I couldn't wait to hear how it was for Katie. I was certain she went straight back to her room afterward and got herself off at least a couple more times before going to sleep. I also imagined that with the place to herself today that she was probably walking around naked all day and diddling herself at will as the mood took her. Lucky little slut.