Family Garden Ch. 01

"What are you watching," she asked idly.

"Oh the Discovery Channel, some show about wild life and such. I was thinking more than watching anyway; you want to change the channel?"

"Nah," she said and snuggled up more to her dad, something she rarely got to do.

She didn't notice that she had brought his hand down onto her breast, but he did and didn't want to move it in case it startled her or implied something in her mind. He would just wait until she left or fell asleep to move it.

6:00 pm - It was six by the time the bell dinged in the elevator arriving at the floor she needed. The bellhop rolled a luggage cart with her boxes and dresses on it leading her to her new home away from home. He palmed a card from his jacket slipped it into the card reader on the door then led the way in. Once in the bellhop turned for his tip, which she was ready with, and left.

First she walked about the suite; a foyer, then the living room with a large balcony, an open kitchen to the left and a hall leading to guest bedrooms. To the right were the French doors of the master bedroom. Investigating further, it had a huge bedroom with a king sized bed, a french door leading to out the bedroom that wound around to another French door from a huge master bathroom with a shower and Jacuzzi tub inside as well as private outdoor ten man Jacuzzi. Coming in through the bathroom, Charlene found the master closet went back to the luggage cart and began moving her new apparel into the closet.

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"Ok here you are Mrs. Galdren, now this dress is what you should be wearing when Mr. Gorden arrives," said Kevin sincerely his eyes never leaving hers.

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With that in mind, she looked at the Jacuzzi longingly before stripping down to nothing and stepping down into its hot depths.

The water caressed her toes and feet first lick a massive tongue licking up her body up to her slim caves and 20" thighs before tickling the lips of her shaved pussy lips then her perfectly groomed one inch wide jet pubic trail topped three fingers above her labia. The water felt like warm silk caressing her bubble buttocks and 40" hips and rolled upward consuming her flat belly and small 22" waist, up to her perky D-cup breasts until her bottom finally hit a molded seat and only her neck and head were out of the water. Closing her eyes she hit a button that turned on the jets massaging her back and relaxed.

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Heather woke from a short nap to find her dad's head leaned up against hers his arms still around her shoulder, his hand on her breast and her hands atop his. His hand felt warm and for some reason calming instead of disgusting like having the boys at school grab her.

He smelled heavily of beer and whisky, Heather had never seen her dad drink so much. She was worried. She wanted to console him to make him stop, but what could she do?

For now he needed comfort and she would give it. Shifting her weight she pushed him up and snaked her right leg around his prone body. Lying back on the couch she unbuttoned her blouse and with great difficulty managed to unclip her bra and take it off before pulling her father up to lay his head between her massive breasts, then wrapped his arms around her waist. What she was doing should feel wrong, but it felt right - it felt so warm. Wrapping her arms about his head she lay back and relaxed and combed his hair with her fingers with one hand and stroked his back with her other.

It didn't take long before she felt him rouse under her gentle caresses. Moving his hands up he first cupped her breasts before starting to suckle on first her left nipple then the right. It was unbelievable how arousing it felt, she could feel her body responding in her womb as her nectar began flowing down her vagina wetting her pussy lips until her panties were drenched.

Her father suddenly broke off from sucking on her breasts to thrust forward and plant a deep kiss on her mouth turning her thoughts to a haze and her hands to his belt, unbuckling his pants and pushing them down freeing a swollen and stiff 8" manhood its red tip a swollen blood colored mushroom.

With his swollen rod free, Jason got very aggressive as he suddenly thrust forward again but this time to sink his hardened prick into her wet pussy only to be thwarted by her panties. As he kept pushing she realized that he was still asleep, or he would have just flicked her panties aside. Using her right hand she pulled her slick wet panties to one side and directed his red mushroom tip into her waiting pink flower bud just below her taupe-brown labia.

Thrusting deep and hard, it took only seconds for him to sink into her to his balls as they began to lightly lap at her cheeks with each thrust. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning as Jason moved back to sucking her breasts and thrusting hard and deep into her, hitting her womb with an electric shock each time. As she climaxed, she knew she would forever be addicted to this sensation, for her father's fat rod digging deep into her fertile pussy. Coming to her senses she realized that her father was climaxing as well, his pace speeding up and becoming ragged, as he pushed his erupting head against her cervix and shot his seed through her open cervix straight into her uterus.

In that instant her father woke up, opening his sea green eyes, and looked deep into her green-brown hazel eyes as recognition and surprise and horror and self-crimination spread across his face.

"Wha -- what is going on," he shrieked, "What have you done? What have I done?"

Jumping off of her he pulled himself out of his seeded daughter, a tiny trickle of his man milk trailing out after him, the rest and bulk deeply planted he her baby maker.

"Go quickly and wash yourself out, baby before you get pregnant -- hurry." He commanded and grabbed her arm roughly to push her to the bathroom. Jogging with the momentum of Jason's push she figured it might be best to obey him until she could talk him through his shock.

Walking into the bathroom she rummaged through her drawers until she found a tampon and shoved it into her vagina to hold her father seed in before she took her shower.

6:30 pm - Stepping out of the shower Heather pulled the tampon out to inspect if her father's seed was leaking out and discovered not a drop. Good it was secure in her vault.

Now, how to convince dad to contribute more as she wrapped the towel that she would normally wrap about her body around her head as she walked out to meet her dad.

He still sat there on the couch his head in his hands, his pants still down and his manhood still hard and slick with her juices.

Looking up, his red rimmed eyes saw her naked body first; her thick muscular thighs, her overly wide hips, her exotically small waist and gigantic breasts before he met her clear eyes. His member twitched excitedly, while his eyes brows frowned, making her move quickly toward him around the couch to sit before him.

"Dad, you did nothing wrong. I love you and you were so sad earlier I wanted to comfort you. This was my way and my fault if there is fault anywhere, but dad I am not ashamed. I am happy -- happier than I have been in a long time," she said earnestly as he dropped his eyes to his lap again.

Taking the towel from her head she moved to look up into his eyes.

"Dad -- please look at me, please talk to me."

"Honey," he started shakily, "I don't think you grasp what we have done, what I have done to you now. First, honey, I had sex with my own daughter -- that is incest. Second, I took your virginity and third, I may have gotten you pregnant. I just ruined your life."

Why did she feel like she was the parent here, she thought idly the corners of her mouth turning up in a smile at her father's concern for her.

"Dad -- first off, I love you, and I don't care how closely related we are, with you being of welsh descent and mom Indian even being your daughter any child would most likely be fine. Second, you did not take my virginity, I never shared this but I was raped by a lesbian in school, in the showers -- I haven't been a virgin since the day after I turned eighteen."

He looked up sharply at that, rage and protectionism in his eyes. Good something shook him out of his depressive state.

"And lastly, there is no other man's child I would rather carry that yours. As I said before I feel happier now in the last hour than I have in a long time. You do that to me, your hands on my breasts warm me. Your head in my cleavage arouse me, and I hope your seed impregnates me."

"This isn't right," he started again, but she didn't let him start down that train of thought again. Jumping forward she planted a kiss on him equal to his earlier subconscious kiss. He pushed at her but she climbed on top of him and wrapped her arms around him and straddled him quickly doing her best to sit on his still stiff maleness. It wasn't as smooth as she had envisioned but she did finally get him into her vagina as she sat down hard ramming him straight up into the mouth of her cervix. He tried to get away but she just wrapped her legs about him not letting go.

Shifting her hips forward and back she began stimulating him then pulled back from her kiss.

"Please dad -- please love me," She pleaded her head on his chest, "love me like you do mom."

"Release me Heather," He returned sternly, "release me now, or will you rape me again like you were by that girl."

The implication hit her in the stomach, she hadn't thought of it as rape, "I just want you to realize this is me, I want this. I want you - like mother has you. Please love me, please make love to me."

Then she stopped and pushed herself up to look down into his eyes, her own eyes now desperate and pleading, while she still sat mounted on his rod its tip buried deep within kissing her womb.

He just looked at her until with a heavy sign she started to rise off his member.

"Now go to your room and get in bed," He commanded.

7:00 pm - Charlene heard the front door close and the click of shoes on the tiles coming closer; she was ready for Randal.

When Randal came into the master bathroom, Charlene sat there in front of the vanity her long brown legs crossed and her hands on her lap. Her long jet hair fell to the small of her back left bare by the small cocktail dress she was wearing.

Her dress was creamy white with long lace sleeves and skin tight and ended high on her thighs just 2" below her pussy and baring the bottoms of her buttocks cheeks. The dress was a shoulder clinger looking like it could just fall off at a breath of air as it V'd down to the bottom of her sternum baring her impressive cleavage and then V'd down to the small of her back.

It accented her 36" bust, 22" waist, and 40" hips nicely. As requested she wore neither bra nor panties and the dress was so short that there was no way for her to sit without baring her now completely shaven pussy to everyone. The eroticism sent a thrill up her pussy warming her core and wetting her lips. Besides the tiny dress she wore five inch heals to match.

"You are a vision Mrs. Galdren," Randal complemented warmly.

"Call me Charlene, Charlene Lust, Miss Lust, or just Lust, Mrs. Galdren just reminds me where I should be," she said feeling guilty and exhilarated at the same time and trying to cover both with a purr in her voice.

"Charlene Lust," Randal rolled the name over in his mouth like wine testing the flavor, "I like it. Well, Miss Lust, do not expect us to ease you into our new contractual relationship, this is the honeymoon and we expect the same enthusiasm." That in mind he held out his hand for her to take. When she did so, instead of kissing her as she expected, he simply turned and lead her back out of the suite, down and out of the building to an awaiting limo.

Charlene watched Randal out of the side of her eye or in the window or directly when he spoke to her. He was the oldest of the partners closer to fifty than forty. He had a nice face with distinguished eyebrows, piercing blue eyes, and noble nose, nice lips if a little too serious and well defined jaw. His hair was black and his skin tanned, when he had the chance to tan she couldn't begin to fathom. He was a tall man around 6'4". He was calm but commanding.

As she sat in the limo and he sat next to her he slipped his left hand between her thighs, the bottom side of his hand gently caressing her pussy lips, but besides putting hand on her inner thigh he didn't go further.

The feeling of a man so close to her radiated lightning up her pussy to her uterus every time the movement of the car moved his hand across her labia, each one a jolt of electricity. A ball of warmth felt as if it were growing in her belly.

"So, where are we going?" She decided to ask to take her mind off her the sensation of his hand so near her dark garden.

"Hmm, ah, the Volton -- it's a club, more high-end than the common dance club, though it does have dancing in some rooms and there is also a restaurant there too, and other things."

"This is sudden, so I cannot be out too late tonight or Jason will worry," she said reminding him of her circumstances.

"Yes well, you had best be convincing then, but I will tell you that your home environment is not our problem, this environment is, so stay focused."

"Yes sir."

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Jason came into Heather's room thirty minutes later; she had heard him go and take a shower. She had gone to bed nude hoping that he would come to her. He closed the door behind him and moved across the room to her bed and crawled in. As he rolled on top of her, she spread her legs to him. He did not immediately move for insertion, but rather began to kiss her tenderly first on her mouth, then moved down to her jaw and neck and then her clavicle, before kissing down her sternum and up the mountain of her left breast to its peak and gently sucked on her nipple.

She moaned softly at the warm ball generated in her belly that she came now to associate with her womb, and how it felt as if she were euphoric as her eyes rolled up into her skull. She arched her back and let the moans take control of her as her father's hard throbbing mushroom head stretched her pussy out around its circumference as his rod pushed deep into wet aching center until he hit her womb. With her back arched the top of Jason's rod rubbed her spongy g-shot while the bottom side of his head pressed into the back of her vaginal wall against her rectum sending her into long intense orgasms one after another. Each time she came she juices began running out her vagina and down the cheeks of her ass to soak her sheets, each time she clamped down on her father's rod so hard it was actually hard to keep driving into her. He held off until she came three times before thrusting in deep pushing in hard on her womb he felt it give and widen for him to pour his seed into her vault for unsafe storage.

She wanted to be pregnant, he would impregnate her tonight; he would not stop until she was full of his seed. He began kissing her mouth and whispering "I love you baby" as they both rested for a few minutes then he began moving in side her again.

8:30 pm -- The limo arrived at the club and the driver opened the door for Randal who offered his hand to Lust as she scooted to the car door to get out flashing everyone as her dress came up to her waist until she stood pulled it down . Randal didn't look embarrassed at all though she felt as if she would blush through her taupe-brown complexion. Putting on a confident air she didn't feel it as she took his guiding arm and followed him in thought the doors to the Volton.

The Volton was the hottest club in the city. Inside, the greeter showed them to the dining room and sat them in a corner booth where Randal again slipped his hand between her thighs up against her pussy, the shock of it sending lightning to her uterus again making it twitch and warm. This time though, he turned his hand making her widen her legs as he rested his hand on her lower belly and pelvis as he lightly drew his fingers up to his palm across her labia to her clit stimulating her pussy and uterus even more.

By the time the waiter arrived, she was starting to leak her nectar at the bottom of her labia onto her perineum, Randal felt it though and catching it flicked his middle finger between her lips lubricating them from back to front. This kept on as Randal calmly ordered wine for them both and the waiter left.

"Your quite wet Lust," Randal stated, though Charlene didn't quite know how to respond, he didn't leave her in a position to wander long, "Please get up on the table and lie down your pussy to me."

She hesitated only a second before doing so, her dress drawn up on her hips and her feet on the back of the seat over Randal's shoulders.

Crouching forward Randal slid his tongue between the lips of her pussy up high at first tonguing her clitoris sending jolts through her urethra and bladder to her uterus making the warm knot grow in her belly. Slowly he slid his tongue down her labia to her vagina playing at her entrance until he licked up her juices from her perineum then back up to her clit.

It went on like this until the waiter returned and Charlene flushed with embarrassment, but the man didn't act as if he saw a thing. She could feel the knot grow in her belly as the waiter set the glasses of wine on the table. When the waiter left, Randal began to determinedly tickle her pussy from her clit down to her vagina inserting his tongue up to her G-spot sending sparks to her uterus, and straight up to her brain until she saw sparks.

The sparks began to build until she felt like the top of her skull was going to lift off her head. She didn't realize until afterward that her eyes rolled up into her skull, her back arched until her neck and buttocks were the only things on the table, her mouth wide open moaning -- nearly shrieking, deep in the throes of the hardest orgasm she had ever experienced.

Laying back down and relaxing Randal slowly licked out her vaginal juices careful not to over stimulate her oversensitive pussy until she could calm down a bit, while he sipped at his wine.

"Absolutely refreshing," He said after a moment, "Your reactions are so nice in response to my ministrations, and your taste is exquisite."

She really didn't know how to respond to such a compliment.

"Thank you," she finally said breathily, her body shaking and visibly jerking each time he licked her until he finally took her hands and pulled her up so she sat up and then down to straddle his lap.

Handing her, her glass of wine he let her take a deep swig before he took the glass back and set it on the table.

Sitting as she was on his lap she could feel the texture of his pants rub against her pussy stimulating her uterus into a warm ball again. She could also feel herself leaking her juices into his pants. Something shifted in his pants and thumped lightly against her pussy.

Randal's hands were large as they cupped her ass, and then moved up and around her waist before cupping her breasts then moving to caressing her neck and jaw as he ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her in for a deep kiss. She could feel the pressure of his lips on hers as he forced his tongue into her mouth.

Closing her eyes she let herself slip into her desires as if she were with her husband and responded by sucking on his tongue hard imagining it was his hard maleness in her mouth. She could feel his body respond by thumping her pussy from inside his pants as it fought for its release. She could feel herself dribbling lubricant again onto his pants as if it knew only a couple pieces of clothe kept it from being filled with a cock that would fit its cavity to over flowing. The kissing went on for what felt like an hour but was only minutes as her pussy constantly streamed honey in a long elastic tendril of drool connecting her labia to his pants buried prick as it constant thumped against her pussy.