Milk and Cookies Ch. 02

Tia smelled wonderful; her sweet young muff smelled of soap and musk, clean and sexy and wonderful. I ran my hands across her back, and down to those beautiful, dangling breasts; and I was able to get hold of each nipple and stroke them slowly, bringing them to full attention. I squeezed and rolled and cupped and played with her breasts, while continuing to lick and suck her clitoris; and it seemed to be having an effect.

When Tia was aroused, she started to blush; and although my view was obscured by a pulsing, rolling muff, I could feel the heat and hear Tia's breath becoming louder as she continued to suck and play with my cock. I could feel the heat coming off her breasts as well, and her nipples were fully engorged, and hard, and responsive to the stroking from my thumbs. I felt it wouldn't be long before my sweet Tia had an orgasm...

And then I started to convulse, and thrust; and I felt muscles pulsing that hadn't pulsed in years. I was frightened, and surprised, and anxious, and desperately yearning; and in that incredible maelstrom of conflicting emotions, I ejaculated a small amount of cum into my daughters mouth.

"Yea!" Tia exclaimed, laughing and breathing hard and squeezing all the cum out of my dick. "Yea!" She gasped again.

And I went back to work on my daughter's clitoris, sucking it and flicking it and licking it and stimulating it every way I could. I felt her tension starting to build, her hips start to buck...

And I heard her gasp, and then her sweet muff was saturated with the heady odor of musk as Tia came strongly. She pulsed, as sweat burst from her flushed body; and then she collapsed on the bed, her head by my upper thigh. She was smiling and laughing and gasping all at the same time.

"Dad, you came!" Tia gasped and laughed. "Yea!...Yea! I knew you could!"

I swung around in our bed so that my face was close to hers. "Tia... are you all right?"

She looked at me with a bubbling smile. "Of course, Dad... I loved it. And you know what? You taste just as good as you smell. Superdad!" And she laughed again, shaking her fist in the air in victory. "Yea!"

I put my head against hers, and I hugged her; and she kissed me, her lips still moist and sticky with... me. And we just lay there for a long time, enjoying the closeness, and coming to know every bump and crevice of each other's bodies.

And a long time later, she shivered. "Cold."

"Hot tub?"

"Un huh."

And so we stumbled out of bed and walked, holding hands, naked out onto the deck and stepped into the inviting warmth of the tub.

Tia sank down to her neck, luxuriating in the softly bubbling water. "I didn't even notice the cypress trees!"

"Yeah, I had them put in about ten years ago. It gave me the privacy I need to do soft core porn shoots in the back yard, without raising complaints from the neighbors." I settled down in the tub, directing a jet against my lower back. "I couldn't do video work; the panting and the screaming would have attracted attention. But I could do still images... and it had the side effect of giving me my own little slice of paradise."

Tia looked at me. "So I can actually walk around nude in the backyard, as well."

I smiled. "Absolutely. Just don't wander next door and ask to borrow a cup of flour."

Tia smiled, and put her arm around my shoulders. "Don't worry, Dad. I'll keep things private."

I pursed my lips. "That might be a good thing... a better thing than you might realize. What do you know about incest laws?"

Tia looked surprised. "Well, that's, like, when a parent rapes a child, or something." She looked smug. "It wouldn't apply to us, though. I'm eighteen, which makes me an adult. So there!"

I shook my head. "Tia, incest laws in this country date from the dark ages. Even if two adults, like us, have sex... if we're closely related, then we've broken the law. And the penalties are severe; up to fifteen years in jail, and a lifetime listing on the Sex Offender registry."

"So... like, what two consenting adults choose to do in the privacy of their own homes... is still illegal? That's so ugly, Dad."

"Yep. And to make it worse... there's someone who would really like to see me in jail."

Tia's eyes were wide. "What... someone you know in the porn industry?"

"Nope. I'm talking about your Mother." I sighed. "She'll be mad at me because you've chosen to live with me, instead of her. And she'll be furious with me if you become a porn star, because she'll figure that I convinced you to do it. Even with that alone, she might try taking a run at me; and if she got the slightest hint that we were having sex together... Honey, it'd be World War Three. There'd be police, and they'd be looking for DNA evidence of you in my bed, and $1,000 an hour lawyers, and helicopters, and news crews on the lawn... we'd probably wind up in the headlines of every newspaper, website, and TV talk show in the country."

Tia was wide eyed. "Wow. I never thought of that. Any of it."

"Yeah, incest laws are totally fucked." I shifted slightly. "There was a case a few years ago, a professor at some University had a consenting relationship with his twenty four year old daughter. Somehow word got out, and he was charged with incest. He was terminated from his University position, his wife divorced him, the divorce and the legal bills ruined him... and then the case was dropped when his daughter, who genuinely loved him, refused to testify." I paused. "And he wasn't a pornographer - and I am - and his daughter wasn't working in the sex industry - and you might be. So you can see how easily all of this might blow up."

Tia looked serious. "Wow. I'll check all this out tonight on the net."

I held up my hand. "Tia... all search terms you use on the internet are recorded. If you search for 'incest' that'll be recorded and associated with this computer... and could be used as evidence against you. Or me. Similarly, if you do a search using your cell phone, that also gets recorded. Best approach?"

I shifted, and placed my hand on the inside of her thigh; and I stroked her thigh slowly, moving my hand closer and closer to her muff. "Put on a very prim, conservative outfit - high necked blouse or a bulky sweater, something that doesn't show your curves. Grab a binder, and a handful of loose-leaf papers - look like a university student. Go down to the local library, and use their computer. Write down any information you want to remember; do not cut and paste and email it to yourself. And above all, do not share the slightest bit of detail about our intimacy with any friends, even your closest friends. If you do, it could destroy us both."

"So... like, I can't even tell my friends that I've met this great guy."

"Nope. They're gonna want to know all about him, and sooner or later it's gonna hit the fan. So we have to be extremely secretive."

My hand had worked its way around to her pussy; so I started opening the folds like a kid opening a Christmas present, seeking her pleasure center while looking her in the eyes.

"Even your being in the porn industry while living with me might be a challenge. So it might come down to being a porn star in public... or a lover in private. We might not be able to manage both."

Tia slid a bit lower in the tub, and spread her legs wider. "Decisions... Decisions." She bit her lip, giving me a nervous smile.

My fingers had found her slit, and were commencing a gentle, probing entry. I reached up inside her, and tried to stroke her clit from the inside; Tia gave a little spasm.

"Ah. G spot. Thought it would be around there."

Tia looked at me. "You know that thing about you not been able to do videos in the - Wuff! - backyard, because of the -Eahp - noise... if you keep doing that, we're going to be making some noise. Guaranteed."

So I just rested my hand within her vagina, and moved it slowly - not enough to bring her to orgasm, but enough to keep her interested. "Did I ever tell you that you have beautiful breasts?"

"Nope," Tia sighed. "I asked you - twice - but you wouldn't tell me."

"That was the pre-incest Daddy. The liberated Daddy can now tell you that he loves your breasts. They're large enough to be womanly, and not so large as to be a burden. They fit your frame perfectly. They're soft and spongy when we make love, but high and firm when you walk. Last night, when I was using the winch, and your breasts were brushing against me... it was all I could do to not grab them."

Tia giggled. "And then I made you do exactly that."

I nodded. "To my eternal damnation. Listen, darling, in the last 24 hours we've had an omelet and a protein shake. Would you like some real food?"

She looked me in the eyes. "What did you have in mind?"

I paused, thinking about what I had on hand. "How about a seared peppercorn steak, and tender asparagus shoots in a butter sauce?"

"Didn't you offer that to me last night?"

"I did, but we became otherwise occupied." I gave it a moment's thought. "I also have some fresh chicken breasts -"

"No, Dad the steak will be just fine." She reached over, and kissed me gently. "Just like a man. Gets a girl all hot and bothered... and then he offers her his meat."

And so we went into the kitchen, and there was both the sizzle and the steak; for we both stayed nude while I cooked our dinner. I couldn't help staring at her as we ate; she was truly, stunningly, drop dead gorgeous. Her breasts were high, firm, perky and full; and she carried them with an aura of self confidence that I found mesmerizing. I reached out while she was chewing a piece of steak, and brushed my thumb gently against her nipple. Immediately, her nipple stiffened up, protruding nicely from the surrounding pink areola.

She smiled at me in surprise. "Hey!"

I gave her a deadpan look. "Sorry. Bit of steak juice. Don't worry, I got it."

She gave me that 'knowing' look. "Well... it's kind of a rule. If you touch one, you kinda have to touch the other."

So I reached out, and gently thumbed her other nipple; and it responded similarly. She smiled.

"Ah, that feels much better. Helps a girl breathe." And she took a deep breath, throwing her chest out; and then she waggled her breasts at me, and laughed. And I laughed with her; I hadn't been this happy in years.

And later on, we were relaxing on the couch; and I had my arm over her shoulders, gently thumbing her left nipple, while she idly played with my cock. She looked at me.

"Hey, stud. Whaddya wanna do? Go play in bed? You could show me my G spot again." She gave me a confident chuckle, a sparkle in her eyes.

"Well, we could... but there's another possibility. Wanna make some money?"

She gave me her best 'southern belle' look. "Why sir... if you're about to offer cash money to your own daughter in return for some sexual favor... well, you must be plumb out of your mind." Tia giggled. "Because she'd do it for free."

I smiled. "Something like that... but there really is money in this. I'd expected to bring in one of my girls, but since you're here... you get first crack. So to speak."

She was petting the head of my cock gently, idly, with her forefinger. "Do go on, sir."

"Well, a friend of mine picked up a product at a sex trade show in Taiwan... he's bringing them in, and expects to sell them online. The product is great, but the promotional literature is all aimed at the Asian market; so he needs a complete marketing overhaul, including product photos. Enter Tia, stage left."

She'd stopped petting the head of my cock with her forefinger; now she was rolling it around gently, absent-mindedly, with her fingertip. Every now and again she'd give a little rub underneath the head, just to see my cock swell a little. "So, what is this thing?"

"It's called The Cliterator. It's an internal vibrator with a secondary arm that reaches outside your body, and stimulates your clit." I'd stopped thumbing her nipple; now I'd made a tent with my fingers and was slowly tracing my fingers from the outside of her breasts to the nipple, in a gentle milking fashion. I casually reached over with my right arm, and slowly started doing the same thing to her right breast.

She slid her hand gently down my shaft, and started rolling my balls around. "So exactly what kind of pictures do you need?" Now she was rubbing the palm of her hand up and down my hardened cock; and the sensation was tremendous.

"Well, I need some product photos of the unit on purple velvet, but I can do those myself, later. I need a shot of the unit in your hand, holding it between your thumb and forefinger; I need a shot of it resting against your pussy; I need a shot of it sliding in; I need a shot showing the arm closing over your clit; and I need another shot of your hand, holding the remote control."

For a moment, Tia stopped stroking my cock. "A remote control?"

"Yep. Wireless, no less. The battery is in the vibrator body; with the clitoral stimulation arm in place you can wear it out in public, under normal street clothes. But with the push of a button, you can go from a gentle buzz to a massive throb, and no one will ever know."

Tia was intrigued. "Is it noisy?"

I shrugged. "Muffled by your body, I'd imagine. I don't know for sure, I've never tried it."

Tia was stroking my cock again, slowly gently, with her fingertips. "So I'd be the first test subject... sorta like a guinea pig."

I nodded. "Sorta like a guinea pig." I caught her eye. "But a very beautiful guinea pig."

Tia dropped my cock, and stood up. "Come on, Dad, show me this thing. I have to see it for myself!"

I struggled off the sofa. "Okay, let's go. It's in the studio. I'll show you."

Once in the studio we walked over to the equipment bay, where I'd left the unit charging. I lifted it off its charging stand, and passed it to Tia; she studied it intently.

"It looks like a chrome egg. With an arm." She pushed the arm gently, and there was a tiny click.

"Yeah, the arm is adjustable," I explained. "The idea is, you slip it into your pussy, and press the stimulation arm against the body of the egg. The whole system kinda clips gently into your vagina; that's what holds it in place. The egg pushes against your G spot, and the stimulation arm buzzes your clit. At least, that's the idea. Wanna take it for a spin?"

Tia looked at it closely, and then suddenly popped it into her pussy. "Sure, why not? Let's give it a shot."

I laughed. "Honey... it's supposed to be adjustable... which means it has to be adjusted. Come on over here." I led her over to a bar stool in the makeup area. "Now spread your legs wide..." I slid a finger up underneath the egg, and put my thumb on the arm; and I pressed them together, the clasp making multiple little clicks. "Let me know when you've got a snug fit."

"Okay, Dad, that's good." Tia looked down at me. "Shouldn't I be doing this?"

I smiled. "You could... but I'm having more fun this way. Now look down..." I parted the folds of her pussy, to expose her pink, pearly clitoris. "The nub of the stimulator arm is designed to wrap around your clit, just like this..." I positioned it carefully, and then gave the stimulator arm one extra click. "And that will insure it stays in place. Now, to cover the top of your clit, we use this." I held up a small clip, with a dazzlingly bright gem inlaid into it; I clipped it on top of the stimulator arm. "Now, your clit is surrounded on all sides by the stimulator arm and clip; so you should get a lot of sensation out of a little buzz." I looked at her. "How does it feel?"

Tia looked intrigued. "It feels great - it's very comfortable. Obviously designed by a woman." She caught my eye. "Why the gemstone?"

I smiled. "It's a party piece - the idea is that you wear it to swingers clubs, and show off. Kinda like jewelry, but for your pussy. They also make one with a flashing LED, and the flash speed changes with the vibration intensity you've selected. Just a way of showing off a little at a swing salon."

Tia smiled. "Love to try that."

"Might have to do it on your own, Honey. Incest laws, angry mother, private investigators, cell phone cameras, surveillance videos... I don't want to go to jail." I gave her a quick kiss on the shoulder. "But you can wear it for me in private, any time you want."

Tia was staring down at her crotch. "Is there any chance that this thing will electrocute me?"

I smiled. "Nope; it's a tiny battery. And the unit is waterproof; you can go swimming with it, if you want. Or you can go to a nude beach; people will see the gemstone, but only the people that already own one will know what it is."

"This is way cool. I knew you were a SuperDad, but I had no idea." Tia smiled brightly. "How do I turn it on?"

I held up the fob. "With this. Just a simple black remote control."

Tia looked at it doubtfully. "It looks like the remote starter for my car."

I laughed. "That's the idea; you can keep it in your desk drawer at work, or in your purse, and no one that sees it will think anything of it. Just don't get them mixed up; not only will your car not start, you'll be doubled up on the pavement, pawing at your crotch."

Tia smiled. "Not exactly what I'd want happening outside of Walgreens." She suddenly got a serious look. "Hey... how do I remove it?"

I took her finger and guided it to the right spot. "This button here, where the arm meets the egg, releases the tension on the stimulator arm. Then it slides easily out."

Tia looked at me. "How do I clean it?"

I shrugged. "It's waterproof, so you can use standard soap and water. The chrome surface of the egg won't stain, and the charger works through magnetic induction, so there are no external contacts. All in all, it's a pretty sweet toy." I held up the remote control. "Should I turn you on?"

Tia give me that sweet, saucy smile. "You always turn me on, Daddykins. But sure - push the button. Let's see what happens."

So I did - and there was no apparent difference. No noise, no - anything. But then I saw Tia's face. She smiled. "Oh... interesting. Very nice. Kinda relaxing, in a sexy kinda way." She licked her lips. "I could see how this could get a girl kinda worked up, over time."

"That's the lowest setting. Should I bump you up a notch?"

Tia licked her lips. "Sure."

So I pushed the button again, and still I heard nothing; no buzzing, no vibration... but the look on Tia's face told the story. "Dad, rub my breasts. Please."

So I did; and when I came close enough to do so she grabbed my cock, holding it in her hand, squeezing it. "Oh, this is definitely one helluva toy," Tia breathed. I noticed she was starting to flush.

"Tia, there are five more settings. Should I ramp you up a notch?"

"No, let's just leave it there for a while. Umm, I wanna lie down. Can we go to bed?"

I smiled. " Lay on, Macduff; and damn'd be him that first cries..."

"Shut up, Dad. Let's hurry." So I followed Tia's pert little tush as she trotted towards the bedroom.

I think it was less than a minute later when Tia jumped into bed; and she didn't pull any sheets up to cover herself. She just lay there, nude and exposed, with her breasts falling to either side and her legs slightly spread.

"Oh, Dad, this is seriously good," she breathed. I'd climbed into bed beside her, and was laying on my side; that way, I could watch the entire show in comfort. Tia rubbed her crotch on either side of her pussy, stretching and pulling her body tissue against the egg in different ways. "The vibration is really... different, though. It's like the thing that's vibrating is rolling around inside the egg; it keeps rolling around slowly." Tia grinned. "Everything inside me is getting a good workout."

I watched Tia's face as her eyes closed, and she got that serious look on her face. I took a gamble... and bumped her up a notch, to level three.