A Loving Family Pt. 01

I suddenly saw the effect I was having on my young son. I saw the dark curls surrounding his cock. Saw it starting to swell To stiffen. To harden. It was inches from my mouth. It twitched in front of me. If it had been my husband I would have opened my mouth to enclose him, to suck on him. My hand, holding the soapy pad, rested high on his thigh. I gently moved the pad. His cock lurched in front of me. I did it and again it leapt, out of his ability to control it. I blew on it and heard him groan.

I stood and said "now neck and ears and face."

I moved close to him. I suddenly felt the hard throbbing end of him touch my naked stomach. "Oh HELLL did he press it at me?"

The shower head was on the wall behind him. I had to push him backwards with my own body to reach it. His cock was digging into my tummy. I took the shower head and said "Close your eyes while I get the soap off."

I stayed in contact as I sprayed him, directing the jet down between us, almost stinging over his sensitive cock.

"One place still to wash, Peter ... shall I? Or do you want to? Shall I make it clean for you?"

He couldn't speak. His whole body was trembling, shaking. My own body was flushed, the heat rising inside me. I was tingling, itchy with the wanting for him.

"If you don't tell me, I will have to do it for you, Peter" I whispered. There was no response as he stood trembling in front of me, eyes tightly closed.

The soapy pad slipped gently down his side to his hip. I stood back and brushed over his engorged cock. Over his balls. I came close to him and did his ass cheeks. His dick was now pushing at me, throbbing and jerking on my tummy.

"Peter, shall I soap you or will you?" He nodded.

One of my hands pulled on his buttock, the other slipped between his cheeks. There was the slippery feel of the soap over his asshole. I was teasing, smoothing him.

I stepped back. my fingers now between his legs. I cupped his balls and gently massaged them. He nearly fell as my soft fingers held his prick and slipped along its length. I was massaging it, pulling his skin over the end.

He must have felt his climax building up. His thighs were jerking at me and suddenly his balls exploded his cum on my tummy, trickled down and on my panties, covering my hand.

I heard him groan, heard the higher pitch as his tension built and the sobbing release as I received his cum.

As his dick softened in my hand I held him close and whispered in his ear "Who is Mummy's big man then. Oh, Peter you are magnificent. I am so proud of you. Now, tomorrow when its shower time there is no more nonsense with towels is there?" and I kissed my son tenderly on his lips.

Chapter Five – Don returns home

There was great excitement in the house because Don was flying home.

Susan and I had made sure the house was sparkling, with freshly cut flowers in the hall and living room. The house was fragrant. A simple meal of Chinese flavoured chicken breast and a small green salad waited in the 'fridge. A chilled, light French white wine, stoppered and ready to pour. Cool fresh sheets were on our bed. The house was ready to welcome himhome after the impersonal hotel rooms he had used for the last four weeks.

Peter was on a school trip to France but he'd been told by phone, and I had promised him that Dad would ring him as soon as he was home, and to make sure he had his mobile switched on.

We waited excitedly at the exit from Customs, the mature wife no less excited that her teen daughter. It was Susan who first saw him, pushing his airport trolley laden with suitcases and carrier bags.

"Daddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" she screamed and ran to him, arms outstretched. He grinned and stood, bracing himself as she literally flung herself into his arms. He staggered, laughing with her and kissed her, hugged her close, his eyes seeking mine. He waggled his fingers at me behind Susan's back and I laughed as I saw his face lighting up in love and happiness as I responded.

Susan let go and hugged his arm as he pushed his trolley. He stopped again and as Susan at last let him loose, he enclosed me in a bear hug, kissing my cheek then my lips. The three of us left the terminal and I led them to my car. As I threaded my way through the traffic around the International airport, Susan had non-stop questions for her Daddy about what he had seen, what he had done, had he taken photographs?

After our meal we finished the wine (Susan was allowed a glass too) and sat and talked, and Don was brought up to date with all the happenings at home. Susan was soon ready to fall asleep and reluctantly, with many yawns, kissed us both and went to bed.

We were at last alone. Don reached out for me and I melted in his strong arms. Very soon his hand was sliding up my skirt, my body yearning for his intimate touch, the longing for him to rip my panties from me was almost too much, but I was able to gasp "Let me make sure she's asleep." As I quietly climbed the stairs I could feel my soaking panties between my legs. She was sound asleep.

"She is well away, Darling" and I slid into Don's arms and willingly surrendered to his desperate need.

It was quick, urgent, frantic and explosive. Afterwards we lay side by side on the floor, touching and whispering our love. My blouse was pushed high, my bra just below it exposing my breasts, my skirt round my waist and my panties pulled to one side. There had been no time, no need to undress. Don's trousers were simply unsnapped and his undershorts still in place, his limp wet cock peeping out of the fly. Suddenly I had to pull my panties to cover between my legs, wiping. "Oh god I'm going to leak all over the carpet in a minute" I giggled "I must get cleaned up."

I was in the shower soaping my upper body as he stepped in with me. I dropped my hand to wash his cum from my hairs but he pushed me back against the tiled wall.

"Let me do that" and began to kiss me. My arms went round his neck and held him tightly to my breasts, his hand between us, feeling between my legs, finding my hole, inserting, moving, stimulating my core.

He whispered in my ear "Wash me" and my hands dropped, found him, held it, washed over it, felt it stir. I knew he would take me again at any moment and urgently said "Bed. In bed. Take me to bed." Reluctantly he took his finger out of me and turned off the water.

Fluffy warm towels. Hurried blotting of fevered skin.

Then he lifted me in his strong arms and threw me on the bed. I knew what he wanted, what role I had to play. I put an arm over my breasts, a hand covered my sex. "No. Please no. Please not again. Don't do it. I don't want it."

He took my wrists and pulled my hands away, uncovering my nakedness. "No. No. Not again" I begged. He nudged between my knees with his own, and I let him force me apart. Don knelt between my spread thighs and looked down at my heaving stomach, the sex hairs shrouding my intimate slit. He held my arms above my head and looked at me, flushed with need. My nipples were hard and reaching up to him.

"You know what I'm going to do, don't you?"

"No. Not that again. You did it to me downstairs. Please not again."

"Tell me what I am going to do to you."

"No, Don. No I don't want it."

"Then Sammy I will tell you. I am going to fuck you." I moaned. "I am going to fuck your cunt with my cock." I whimpered, helpless beneath him.

He held my hands with one of his and lowered the other over my nipples, my tummy, He riffled his fingers in my female hairs, slipped between and found my desperate hole. He took hold of his hard cock and slid it up and down along my slit, pausing to rim my hole with his knob end, then to my hard clit, then back. I was gasping now, moaning, my head flicking from side to side my eyes closed.

"Tell me" he ordered.

I swallowed and tried to speak, my voice a dry croak. I swallowed again.

"Tell me" he demanded.

My voice was a whisper "Fuck me please."

"Tell me properly."

I moaned again "Please fuck my cunt." And he slid it into me.

I was soaking. My own need flowing from me. My hips lifted as I felt him possess the hidden place between my legs. He thrust, his bone rubbed on my clit. I moved against him. Once again I had surrendered, desperate to feel the demands of my man, the force of him as he worked his magical cock inside me. We swept each other to another huge climax of love.

A little later he took me once more, and we slept in each other's arms.

Chapter Six – Don shows his love for his daughter.

Don very quickly put in hand all of the business matters that needed his attention, made sure his senior staff knew what needed to be done, and decided to take a week away from his office.

I was delighted to have him at home and decided that in bed that night, I would confess my new relationships with Peter and Susan.

After a relaxed supper we turned on the TV to watch a film. As Don sat in his chair Susan went over and sat on his lap, her cheek snuggled into his shoulder. Don looked at me and raised his eyebrows as I caught his look. I gave a small smile and raised my own. He put his arm around Susan's waist and I knew he felt her warm taut figure beneath her flimsy T shirt.. It had been a hot summer's day and we were all dressed in light cool tops and shorts, Susan's so short that I wouldn't let her wear them to go out in. They were definitely "Rape Me" shorts if ever I had seen any.

Don must have felt the pressure of Susan's breast as it pressed against his chest. I saw her move in his lap, wriggling to settle herself and he would have felt his cock become trapped beneath her bare thigh. I knew from long experience it would twitch and swell.

He cleared his throat and I looked at him, saw a familiar tenseness around his eyes. Again he looked at me and raised his eyebrows, opening his mouth as I saw him, and mouthing a silent "Ahhhhhhhhhhh." I gave a tiny shrug of my shoulders and couldn't resist grinning at him.

Susan again adjusted her position and this time Don couldn't stop the automatic reaction of his dick to the pressure. He joined his hands over Susan's stomach and lifted her slightly to try to ease himself beneath her. I could see he had become blatantly hard. It was no use; as he lowered her he was trapped against her bare thigh, close, very close to her sex.. His cock gave a huge throb and Susan stiffened in his lap making, him again leap and press more firmly on her young thigh.

Susan glanced at me, her eyes startled as she realised I was watching, her deep blush covering her face. She shivered in her daddy's arms. She stood up and said "Gosh Mummy I feel so tired I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

"Kiss your Daddy then and see you in the morning."

Susan turned, her face on fire. She had to bend to kiss her daddy and couldn't help seeing this huge bulge in his shorts. She closed her eyes as she kissed him, trying not to look. The she turned and ran from the room, her eyes downcast and avoiding looking into mine.

Don's head fell back on his chair and his hand reached inside his shorts, making himself more comfortable.

"Darling, I think you need to take me to bed, but first I want to tell you something about me and the children when you were away."

Quietly and simply I told my husband about me and Susan, and then me and Peter. Don was holding his hand still in his lap, obviously afraid to touch himself as he knew he would erupt. He could never have imagined anything so erotic.

"So Darling, I've put Susan on the pill. She is safe. I think she needs to be helped, to be shown that what you and me do, is done in love, and that she should learn in LOVE and not scrabbling about in the back of an older boy's car just to satisfy his curiosity and scorecard."

"But, but Sam, are you saying she ... I mean ... I'm not sure how to put it. How do you mean 'needs to be helped'?"

"Don you really don't think it was entirely accidental she was wearing those indecent shorts when she sat on your lap do you. And weeks ago when you were tickling her on the floor here, I was watching her. She nearly orgasmed as you lay on top of her. Oh no, your daughter is ready. She is your wife's daughter – and she needs to be loved as your wife needs to be loved. If it isn't you, it'll be some scruffy drug taking yobbo who'll infect her with god knows what. Now come on, take me to bed. I know what YOU need and you need it NOW."

Don and I had always left our bedroom door open since the children had first slept in their own rooms. As children do, they would become frightened of the dark, would want to run to Mummy and Daddy and share their bed or would call out. There was always a soft light burning at the head of the stairs so they could use the toilet or safely find us when befuddled with sleep.

As Don began to kiss and touch and feel and finger, and as I became wanton, became desperate for him to possess me, our door was open. When he began his long powerful thrusts, our bed yielding rhythmically under my hips, as my moans of pleasure escaped without either of us realising, Susan must have lain awake and alone in her bed, listening.

The night was hot and neither of us wore night clothes, we had no covering. We lay nude in our passionate, intimate, body searching love.

I was suddenly aware of her peeking around the door frame. She would have clearly seen her dad's strong masculine hips, thrusting between her mum's legs, spread wide to give him total possession. She would have known that whatever she had felt press on her was now buried deep inside her mum's special hole. Going in and out. She must have shivered and I saw her fingers feel at her own private place. She was moving her finger in and out to her daddy's rhythm.

I could no longer hold back. Susan watching me, impaled on her daddy's cock pushed me over the edge.

"Don ... Don ... don't stop... .Don .... Don ... pleASEEE YES, YES, YES, YES" and my hips lifted high, powering at her daddy's.

Her own nub swelled under her finger and she was cumming and cumming in time with me. She tried to swallow her noise but I heard her wail of release, and she ran back to her bed where she lay panting and shaking at what she had seen and felt.

As I calmed and Don held me in loving arms, I whispered "She was watching. She saw us. I think she climaxed." Don groaned at the thought.

The following evening after Susan had gone to bed we talked about her.

Don's excitement and physical reaction to my suggestion (VERY plain to see) was one of disbelief that his daughter could possibly want him sexually, coupled with a masculine conflict between protectiveness and desire.

He knew that I had been loved in this way by my own father, and that I was grateful for his courage and the risk he had taken in loving me.

I was grateful (and still am) that the learning I had at my daddy's hands (and other body parts) had taught me that when young boys wanted to feel me, uncover me, try to make me suck them, open for them and surrender my girl's private places, was to satisfy them and not me. I was an object of exploration. I was a score on a card they kept. Someone to brag about. Someone to have sex with and then move on to the next virgin.

My daddy loved me. My daddy taught me in love. My daddy showed me in love.

My daddy was gentle. Boys had been rough, desperation making them pinch and hurt while I tried to fight them off. Boys made me want to be with girls.

Daddy changed that. But not before I was seduced by an older girl. A wonderfully releasing experience.

Don needed my reassurance about my own deep and enduring love for him. He wanted my reassurance that my life with my daddy had suffered no scars. That my seduction had been an experience to treasure and not to think of with horror and despair. I reassured him.

The next night following my advice he went to our daughter's bedroom. I crept down the passage after him. To watch.

Susan was asleep under a sheet her arms above her head on this hot night. He leant over her and gently, so very gently, eased back the sheet. She lay on her back, her small breasts flattened by her posture. Tiny, virgin girl's nipples, soft in her sleep. Her tummy falling from her rib cage. With shaking fingers I saw him as he peeled more sheet from her and saw in the gentle light from the passage, and in the bright moonlight, the shadow of her girly hairs. Her legs were relaxed, slightly parted, and he looked at the heart stopping gap between her legs, the exquisite curve of her mound as it disappeared into the mystery that was a young woman. He wore only his sleeping shorts and I could see the familiar rigid manhood strain against them. He removed the sheet and stood at the foot of her bed, seeing her laid innocently in front of him. A young woman's naked body in all of its sweet, agonising beauty.

Don carefully lowered himself to lie beside her and bent his head over her lips, his hand poised over her breast. He kissed her lips, a lover's soft kiss. She moved on her bed, restless, perhaps caught in a dream. He kissed her lips again, her cheek, the corner of her eye and she disturbed, eyelids fluttering. His hand moved to the side of her head and held her gently. He kissed her lips again. For a moment there was a soft response to him, the return of his kiss. Her eyes opened wide in alarm. Her hands came down to push the intruder away.

"Susan....Susan don't be scared it's me, Daddy."

Her hands on his shoulders she now saw his face. "Daddy? Daddy is everything OK? Why are you here?"

She gave a little squeal as she realised she was naked in front of him and her fingers searched for her sheet to cover herself from his male eyes. The sheet lay on the floor, out of her reach.

"Darling please don't be afraid I'm not going to hurt you. Please trust me."

She instinctively put a hand over her female sex, her arms covering her breasts.

"But why are you here Daddy? Where's Mummy?"

"She's in bed fast asleep. Susan I want to ask you something. Will you tell me please? Please let me ask you. When you peeked at Mummy and me in bed last night, did you like to see us? You know what we were doing don't you?"

"No. No. I didn't peek. I don't know what you're saying. Daddy it wasn't anything."

"Mummy saw you standing watching. Did you like to see. Was it exciting to see?"

Susan must have felt hot to her toes. "Daddy I'm sorry I know I shouldn't have. Are you mad at me. I'm really sorry honest I am. I promise I won't do it again."

"Darling, oh my baby girl we didn't mind. We felt sad that you were all by yourself and something really, really important to Mummy and Daddy, you couldn't share with us. Now please, please trust me. Did you like to peek?"

Susan was starting to shiver despite the heat of the night. "Yes."

"Did it excite you. Did it make you feel like a lady and not like a girl?"

"Yes."

Don stroked her face, her brown hair and held her cheek as he kissed her lips again. He trailed his fingers down her cheek, down her neck, along her shoulder.

"We liked it too. We liked it that you were there." And he drifted his fingers down to the arm protecting her breasts and moved it to lie beside her. She lay unresisting. He kissed her lips yet again and this time felt just the slightest response from her. His finger tips barely touched her skin as he moved towards a nipple. His nails grazed across her it and it sprang up, hard, pointing proudly. She caught her breath and he felt the violent shaking of her body. Bending his head he kissed her nearest nipple as he grazed with his finger tips on the other. Her head was restless. Small mewling noises came from her.

As he kissed and began to suckle he let his fingers move towards the treasure hidden from him. There was the maidenly fuzz of her mound and he let his very finger tips riffle in the hairs. Not letting them touch her skin. The hairs moved and her follicles were gently stimulated, flashing the sensations along her nerves towards her clitoris. As she felt her clit swell she didn't realise her hips lifted for more touch.