BFFs Share Everything

I shrugged. "Well, maybe not officially but ministers are men too. Trust me... I know!"

"So I suppose you think I should be doing my sons someday?"

I shrugged again. "No, I would never say that. I'm not clueless Beth. I know what I do with my family isn't typical but that doesn't make it wrong. While I DO think it would bring you so much closer to your sons if you did, at the same time I respect your feelings on the matter and would never want you to think I thought otherwise."

"Closer to my sons," Beth said under her breath, "Now THAT's the understatement of the year."

We both laughed and the mood lightened up a little.

"So what's with all this?" I asked her pointedly, "Usually you never even want to approach this subject, let alone talk about it this long."

Beth turned to face me and she looked dead serious. I've been having sex with my dad now since mid-summer. In fact, he fucked me just last night."

OH... MY... GOD!

Chapter 3 - Beth Explains

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It's a wonder my jaw didn't break when it dropped so hard. For a moment

I thought she was pulling my leg again but from the look on her face I knew she was telling me the truth. Like WOW! Talk about being blindsided... this was the most incredible thing she'd ever told me. I had a thousand questions but it was like my mouth was frozen and I couldn't say a word. So that's where this all had been leading.

"Ahhhhhh... what?" I finally managed to croak.

Beth suddenly seemed to light up, as if a massive weight had been taken from her shoulders.

"You heard me. My dad and I have been doing it for four months now."

"Does Keith know?" I asked. I knew how MY husband had reacted when he learned about me and my dad and I could only imagine the response from hers.

"Fuck no!" Beth exclaimed, "He'd just want to watch... or maybe even join in. he can be such a perv and I'm NOT goin' there."

"But... but how? Why?" I blurted out.

"Well, since my mom dumped him he's been so down..." she started before I interrupted.

"You've GOT to be kidding me," I interjected. What I meant was she was starting out like so many so-called "erotic stories" where a father and daughter start having sex right after either the mother dies or leaves. It's SUCH a corny line and when I encounter it I just skip the rest of the story as it's just SO silly and unbelievable. Beth was well aware of my feelings on the matter after dealing with enough of my soap-box theatrics after having just read such a stupid story.

"I know... it's so stereotypical but don't forget I also HAVE had the prefect mentor," she tried to explain.

"Me?" I asked, not quite believing what I was hearing.

"I know I always say I don't want to hear about it but it's so obvious in how you lead your life," Beth continued as if I hadn't interrupted, "Anyone with eyes can see how adoringly you look at him and how he undresses you with his eyes. The way you hug him, kiss him, everything. Sometimes I can't believe what you guys get away with but I guess people buy your perfect little "church-girl" routine so they simply ignore what's right in front of them."

"But that's nothing new," I came back, "I'd say if anything we've toned down on that over the years. It's not at all like it was when I was a teenager."

Beth giggled. "Yeah you're right on THAT. Still, even I was fooled back then until you demonstrated it in front of me. Given your involvements in church and the community and your dad's standing at work and in town, who would even dream you guys were doing it? I mean sure once I knew it was SO obvious but I wouldn't ever have believed it if someone just told me!"

"So back to you and your dad..." I said to bring her back on course.

"He was so crushed when she dumped him although you have to admit, she DID upgrade. He almost lost his job he got so depressed. He just moved out a few weeks ago when he finally found a place to stay. Meanwhile while he was staying with us it wasn't like there weren't a few 'accidents' now and then. Like forgetting to lock the bathroom door and him barging in while I was in the shower, that sort of thing. And you know me... I don't exactly wear all that much at home although I did make a special effort while he was staying here."

"Still... why would you want to have sex with him now after all these years? It's not like he's a spring chicken anymore."

I was trying to diplomatically say that her father wasn't exactly the epitome of a stud. He'd never been all that handsome and the beer belly he'd had even when we were teens had become bigger every year since, not to mention the gorilla suit he wore with all that body hair! Beth caught what I was saying though.

"Hey, YOU fucked him once, remember?"

Well sure I did but the operative word was "once". Also, I didn't fuck him because he was handsome and sexy, I fucked him because he was my BFFs father and that was the ONLY reason. Sure I've fucked a lot of guys who weren't all that sexy or handsome, but they all had some redeeming quality even it was just having a wife and daughter at home for him to cheat on when he was with me. But again, the key word was "once". If you're just doing a guy for the emotional thrill of the hunt, then once you've "bagged" him what's the point in a doing it again? It would be like shooting a deer again once it was dead.

Obviously I didn't point this out to her. LOL

"One night it was late and we were all in bed... or at least that's what I thought. I had to use the toilet and when I went out I barely heard the TV. When I peaked in the living room my dad was watching some porn movie and jerking off! I'd never even seen him naked, let alone doing THAT."

She paused as if expecting me to respond but I just stayed quiet and waited for her to continue.

"I know I shouldn't have watched or at least been disgusted but I just couldn't tear myself away. And then when he was getting close he started to mumble something but I couldn't hear him over the TV, even though it was barely audible as it was. It wasn't until he started to spurt out that I could make it out. Kelly, he was talking to me! Well, not to me really but he was fantasizing about me! He kept saying how he wanted to fuck me and cum inside of me. It was incredible!"

I couldn't help but smile a little smugly. "Well, I TOLD you every father fantasizes about fucking his daughter."

Beth nodded. "Yeah but hearing you say that and hearing HIM say it was totally different."

"So then what?" I pressed her, anxious now to hear more.

"Well, nothing that night. I went back to bed but it took me forever to get back to sleep as all I could think about was watching my father jerking off while thinking he was fucking me."

"It's not as if other men haven't dreamed of that you know," I teased her. "Heck, I think half the boys in school were jacking off at night after you wore that see-thru blouse to school, probably even Mr. Edwards."

I was referring to our teacher. He'd dragged her off to the principal's office where they called her mother and made her change clothes before she could return to class. Still, I remember even now how he'd looked down her top before they left the room.

"Yeah but my own dad?" Beth continued, "OK, so I know what you say about you and your dad but nobody thinks that sort of thing happens to THEM."

"Go on then..."

"So now I was curious. I wanted to say something to Keith but I was afraid he would either be grossed out or get so turned on he might say something to my dad so I didn't say a word. I started waiting for Keith to leave for work and then change into something sexier in the morning for breakfast, like a negligee or a panties with a T-shirt look. I wanted to see if my dad would notice."

I couldn't help but smile at that one. "Yeah, like any male with a pulse wouldn't!"

Beth actually blushed a little which surprised me as she was probably the LEAST self-conscious person I knew when it came to displaying her body. Like they say, if you got it, flaunt it! Beth certainly flaunted hers.

"Whatever Kelly... well he did! The more he looked the more I would work to grab his attention. Like wearing a button-down short with no buttons buttoned or just a bra. Maybe a really short robe with nothing underneath while we watched TV."

Sheesh, would she EVER get to the punch line? OK, so I was getting horny again and if she didn't want to stop so I could masturbate again she had better get on with it.

"I didn't know what to do though. I wanted so bad to ask you but I knew what you would say... to just fuck him."

OK, so she had me there...

"Then I remember those movies you told me you thought was so hot... the Taboo ones? Remember?"

Like I wouldn't? I've mentioned may times I'm not a big one for porn, especially the modern stuff which is so predictable and redundant. See one and you've seen them all. All those silly "interviews", "castings" and so-called "first time" amateurs. It's ridiculous as the same girls appear in all of them and the plot is the same for each one. The only ones I can bear are the "vintage" ones from the 80's where they told a story, as lame as it may be sometimes. At least the actors were good at what they did! I have to admit a lot of my moves and techniques have been stolen from watching girls like Ginger Lynn who really made it look like they enjoyed what they were doing!

"So anyways, I went on-line and watched a couple of them. Do you remember the one where the girl snuck into her parent's bedroom and started sucking on her dad while he slept next to her mom? And then he woke up and fucked her while mommy slept unaware? I was SO turned on watching it!!"

Visions of that Dorothy Lemay scene came to mind. Yep, she wasn't the only one turned on by that scene! Dorothy Lemay was what I call the perfect slut and I believe that was one of her best scenes. When she said, "Quiet daddy, you'll wake mommy!" I thought I'd cum on the spot!

"It got me thinking about my dad and how hot it would be to do that with him. I know, my mom isn't here but the idea of him waking up to me sucking his dick... the more I thought about it the more I found myself thinking about really doing it."

"So you did?" I asked rather rhetorically as obviously this is where she was leading.

"OMG I DID!" she blurted out. Even the kids heard her as I noticed they turned their attention to us but then went right back to their toys.

"I was SO nervous... I had to play with myself for an hour before I got the nerve. In a way it was almost like the movie in that my husband was sleeping while I went to my father's room. I even wore just a sheer nightshirt, just like she did in the movie. Keith had given it to me for our last anniversary which made me feel all the naughtier for wearing it."

I was already miles ahead of her and my pussy was screaming for attention. Really, there was no way she could blame me this time for anything so I once again removed my shorts and tossed them on the deck.

"C'mon, you know you want your off too," I encouraged her. Beth sheepishly checked out the kids. It was like the stars were aligned as for once they were all behaving themselves. It was like they knew we needed this time to ourselves and while I also knew they had no idea what their moms were discussing, I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Soon her shorts and panties were next to mine and we were both seated on the swing next to one another, our bare bottoms touching as we each started to masturbate while she continued.

"I knew he would be wearing his boxers, he always did at night as sometimes I would see him get up to use the bathroom. Fortunately he was on his back so I gently pulled the sheet back. It was pretty warm and so that was all he had over him. It took me a couple more minutes before I knew I either had to do something or leave as sooner or later he would likely wake up and then how would I explain myself just standing there staring at him?"

Beth was slowly rubbing herself now as I pulled my tube top down to expose my boobs. She didn't even seem to notice. I just hoped the boys didn't suddenly decide they needed a snack or whatever else little boys demand.

"So finally I reached over and felt his cock through his boxers. Even though it was still covered I felt a moment of self-consciousness as I'd never touched my dad's crotch before. He was soft and actually not all that easy to feel so I reached through the opening in front and carefully explored until I held him in my hand. Oh my God Kelly... it was amazing to hold my own father's dick!"

"Yeah, a dick's a dick... unless it's your dad's."

Beth giggled at that. "Your right about that one. What was amazing was how fast he grew! I mean I've done it with guys who were sleeping lots of time - Keith gets off waking up with my mouth on him. But this was my dad getting hard with my hand on him!"

I closed my eyes as I fondled my breast with one hand as my fingers played over my clit and wet pussy. I was recalling the first time I'd first touched MY dad's dick. There wasn't anything sexual involved at least not for me. My mom was just teaching me about male anatomy after I'd seen my dad masturbating for the first time earlier that day. Even so, feeling his huge cock growing in my hand (OK, so more like his average cock in my little hand but size is all relative) is a memory I will take to my grave.

"It only took a few minutes before he was firm in my hand and it was a little difficult getting him through the crotch opening without waking him but I took my time and did it. I held his dick and just stared at it Kelly... I knew what I wanted to do but my courage almost failed me. I was one step removed from dropping it like a hot rock and running from the room before he caught me!"

With my eyes still closed I could imagine her in the dim bedroom, her hand on her father's erection with her perfect big boobs dangling out from the sheer negligee. Had it belonged to anyone else I'm sure she would have devoured it immediately but this was a huge step for her, one not easily made by anyone, let alone a girl who had sworn all her life that incest was for naughty girls like her BFF.

"OMG Kelly, I just did it... I just leaned over and took him into my mouth without anything else first. It was so surreal I almost thought I would wake up at any moment. It couldn't be real... I couldn't REALLY be sucking on my dad's dick, could I? But there was no mistaking it... I was and now that I was there was no turning back. It's like you can't be a little bit pregnant, it's all or nothing so if I was going to suck him then that meant now I had to fuck him."

"So did he wake up?"

"Of course he did Kelly. Like how could he not? I think at first he thought he was dreaming as he didn't say a word but just stared at me. Then it seemed to dawn on him what was happening and he started to push me away but I pushed back and took him even more into my mouth. He was SO hard by now I don't think he could even think about what to do so he just laid back and let me continue."

I looked over at Beth next to me and saw she had unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra up and over her huge breasts. God they were still incredible even after two kids and over thirty years! I felt mine under my hand and for perhaps the millionth time in our lives I dreamed of what it would be like to have boobs like hers. SHE would say they were more trouble than anything giving her backaches and almost always having to wear a bra. She would tell me that she wished she had MY boobs and could go braless without looking like she was flopping all around. Oh well, I guess we each had pluses and minuses to go with our boobs but I still wouldn't mind going home to Steve one day with DD boobs and get his reaction. He may claim he loves mine but I know he wouldn't hesitate a second if I told him I wanted to get bigger ones.

Beth started to tell me about how she sucked her dad's dick for the first time, in the same explicit detail she was known for. I kept my eyes closed as much as I could while still ensuring the kids were OK, imagining how her heavy boobs draped over his erection as she rubbed it between them. Oh sure, I have to admit by this time I was starting to question whether or not this was all some ruse just to serve us both as a masturbation fantasy. It certainly wouldn't be the first time one of us made us a whopper to get us going. Usually it was about something that was obviously sheer fantasy as both of us knew the lines the other wouldn't cross so it was our "duty" to at least come up with a fantasy that did do. Normally we didn't try to pretend it was real though, so I wasn't sure what her motivation would have been to do so today but what the heck, we were both having a good time now so why not?

"It was incredible Kelly," Beth continued. I noticed she seemed to be more interested in watching me, seeing my reaction to her story. It was fine with me, as she knew so well I LOVE to be watched!

"You've told me in the past how it made you feel when you looked into your dad's eyes as you blew him and saw his lust for you, how it made you feel so sexy and desirable yet at the same time so loving knowing it was your own dad looking at you that way. I never really understood what you were telling me though until I saw that same look in my dad's eyes."

It was like by telling me she was reliving it, something I could relate to as often I feel the same when I write about my experiences. Just as I often stop to masturbate when I write, so too Beth would pause at times as if the memories were too much to ignore and she HAD to touch herself. It gave me time to visualize my own father just a matter of days earlier when I kneeled before him in submission, wearing my Sunday dress as I took his dick into my mouth and pleased him as I knew only I could.

"Honestly I think until that moment I wasn't going to be able to go all the way," Beth said softly, "But the way he LOOKED at me Kelly... the expression on his face... it was like nothing I had ever seen before, not even with my husband. It was at that very moment I knew I HAD to do it, I HAD to know what it was like to have him in me."

Talk about bad timing...

Just then her oldest son stood up and yelled at his brother who promptly stormed off to complain to mommy. I noticed him first and nudged Beth who almost choked when she saw him approaching. We both straightened up and crossed out legs, acting as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

It took a few minutes to soothe things over to where the kids were playing nice again. The break also gave me time to reflect on one difference between Beth's realization of her father's true feelings for her and her decision to have sex with him versus my own experiences. It had been totally different for me. My decision to have sex with my dad started well before I discovered his desires. That night I came home early from a party and watched my parents in the hot tub from my bedroom window. It was the first time in my life I had seen them having sex. I'd never even so much as seen my mom give my dad a blowjob although with the thin walls in our old house I knew without a doubt they had quite an active sex life. I'd always known my parents loved each other but it wasn't until I saw them MAKING love that I realized just what they were doing demonstrated that love as nothing else I had ever witnessed. It wasn't just sex like some porn movie... it was LOVE. While I could never even imagine loving my father as a lover, I DID love him as my father and I knew at that moment I wanted to have sex with him so I could demonstrate my love for him just as I watched my mom doing. It took time after that before my desires were realized, but it was everything I had ever hoped it would be... and continues to be.