TT Ch. 02: Smokin' Hot Sarah

Copyright 2020 by Limnophile

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This is another short story in my series "Terrible Telepaths", "Smokin' Hot Sarah".

If you don't like stories with smoking or incest, you should find something else.

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My sales team had nearly a record week, so I decided to reward them. I bought appetizers and a round of drinks across the street before we left for home Friday afternoon. After my second beer, I walked out and saw one of my staff light up a cigarette in the parking lot. I got a craving, but shrugged it off, I hadn't smoked in almost 20 years. Brian saw me staring, and offered; "You want one, Fred?"

"No, thanks. See you Monday."

I stopped at the grocery store for bread and eggs on the way home and saw the cigarette display in front. My eyes were drawn to the very long white menthol 150's my wife Mary used to smoke back when we met. I shook my head slightly. We hadn't smoked since college.

I got bread, eggs, a bottle of wine, and for some reason, three packs of the menthol 150's. Maybe I had a brain fart and thought back to when I used to buy them for Mary because she wasn't quite old enough. I reminisced to myself as I drove home. It was sexy when she used to suck on them. It made me think of blowjobs. I remembered back to the first time I saw Mary take her bra off, while holding a long white cigarette between her teeth. At the time, it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

I had a vasectomy the month our daughter Sarah was born. We didn't want any more kids, and Mary started taking the pill. I had the vasectomy as a backup, and a way to know Mary was faithful. I never told anyone, and thankfully she never got pregnant again. I loved Mary fiercely, and didn't know what I'd do without her.

When I got home, I set the groceries on the table and went to the bathroom. When I was done, I put the wine and eggs in the fridge, and the bread on the counter, but there were no cigarettes. Maybe it was the beers I drank. I must have imagined it.

Mary walked in carrying a few bags. "Hi, Fred! Sarah's birthday is today, and the party is tomorrow night. I thought we'd let her get a puppy. She's been asking on and off for years." She set the bags on the table and showed me a few things. There was a dog bowl, a leash, and a couple of large dog collars, one pink and one blue.

How could I have forgotten! My little girl was 18! "That sounds like a good idea, honey. What else did you get?"

"Some clothes for her. She's a young woman now, instead of a kid." She showed me a white blouse and two skirts, a light blue one, and another that was a dark shade of purple.

"Nice."

She also held up a very lacy pink bra, and a pair of matching panties!

"Uh, shouldn't she be older for those, like maybe 25?"

She laughed at me. "Daddy said the same thing when I got my first real bra! Hahahaha! She's not a baby anymore, grandpa!"

I went with the stereotype for the sake of comedy, "Grandpa! Nope! No way I'm letting her have kids until she's 40! At least!"

When she finished laughing, she said; "I got us a few things for bedtime, too." She opened a bright pink plastic bag from the 'Naughty Store', as she called it. Inside were a leather flyswatter and a movie, something like "Teaching Bad Girls #31".

She pointed to a picture on the back. "Mmmmm! I'd love to do that!" A young woman was getting spanked by a man who was sucking another woman's boob. I'd love that too! A few times before Sarah was born, Mary and I had talked about finding a woman to join us for a threesome. We decided it might be too complicated emotionally or socially. We were in love and didn't want to risk losing each other. As I looked at the other pictures on the back of the movie case, I got a big smile, but Mary looked confused. "There should be ... I thought I got ... I guess I forgot it."

"Forgot what?"

"Something else naughty. Oh well, I'll get it next time. I think we can have enough fun with you spanking your naughty girl tonight."

"I'm sure we will!" I slid one my hands down the back of her jeans and squeezed her butt. Just then, Sarah walked in. Too late, I moved my hand away, and Mary took the bags to our bedroom.

Sarah exaggerated her reaction, "Gross! Go get a room, people!"

"I'm glad your mother never told you about all the times we did it in your bed."

"EEEEEWWWWWW! That's so sick, daddy! Yuck!"

"Kidding! Just kidding!" We never really did it in her bed, but there was a certain stain in the carpet next to it ...

A few hours after dinner, I heard Sarah come in the back door. I said, "Goodnight, sweetie." I smelled cigarette smoke as she kissed my cheek, and I realized what was going on. She must have taken the cigarettes while I was in the bathroom! I decided to let it slide, for now.

I kissed her forehead as she said, "Good night, daddy."

When Mary and I took a shower that night, I was washing her back and noticed the bathroom door wasn't shut all the way. After a couple of minutes, the door slowly and quietly shut on its own. Sarah had been watching us! The thought troubled me a bit, but also excited me.

I made sure to close the bedroom door, but not lock it, before we made love that night. Mary had a major submissive streak, and I was a little into dominance play. She enjoyed calling me "teacher" and having me spank her before we made love. Some nights, she would call me "Master" and ask me to punish my "naughty pet." I kind of liked it but was reluctant to do anything that might cause her serious pain. Over the years, we reached a middle ground, with me spanking her harder than I was comfortable with, if it was only with my hand.

Mary and I were nude, with me sitting on the edge of the bed. She laid across my lap, saying, "I'm so sorry I was bad, teacher. I know you have to spank me, 'cause I'm such a naughty girl."

She didn't like to, but I started the same way each time, to prevent any misunderstandings or harm that might come from rough play. "What's the safe word?"

"Kite! But I don't want a safe word. I want you to punish your naughty bad girl."

"And what happens if you say 'Kite'?"

"We stop, and you go sleep on the couch. But teacher needs to hurry up, and spank his dirty, naughty girl!"

"Yes, I do. I have to punish your little bottom, like this." SMACK! SMACK! I slapped her butt cheeks with my hand.

"Ow! Whatever you do, don't spank me with that new leather flyswatter! I bet that would hurt a lot!" In her way, she was begging me to.

"You're such a bad, slutty girl, I think I have to." I picked it up and gave each cheek a weak swat. WHAP! WHAP!

"Just please don't go harder, teacher, PLEASE!" Her way of telling me she wanted much more.

"You're such a nasty little tramp, I have to." THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

"Ow! Don't hurt me so much! PLEASE! PLEASE!" She was really getting into it!

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

"OW! OW! PLEASE!"

"The flyswatter isn't enough. I guess I'll have to spank your naughty little pussy with my cock."

When we finished and I was laying there panting for air, I could have sworn I heard a quiet "click" from the door latch.

I woke up later and had to pee. As I passed Sarah's door on the way to the bathroom, I thought heard a squeak. I put my ear to her door and heard a rhythmic 'EEE! EEE! EEE!' from her bed springs. I realized that my little girl was growing up. I wondered if there was a way I could stop it. I sighed in resignation as I emptied my bladder.

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When I woke in the morning, Mary wasn't in the bedroom. I was very hungry and had a craving for waffles. I thought there were probably some in the basement freezer. I sleepily walked to the basement stairway.

A moment later, I remembered that I didn't like waffles. Something was messing with my head! Or someBODY!

As I walked down the stairs I smelled smoke, cigarette smoke! I got the shock of my life!

Sarah was sitting on the sofa in the basement, naked, holding a heavy-duty vibrator between her legs! My wife was also nude and held a cigarette. I was shocked again, when she tickled Sarah's nipple and gave her a puff, while looking in my eyes. Instead of being angry, I thought it was very sexy.

My naked daughter put the vibrator aside, and said, "I'm 18 now, and things are going to change. I'm going to smoke, and you're going to let me."

I saw Mary nodding! I felt a mental push and nodded involuntarily. For a moment, I thought letting her smoke was a great idea. I realized Sarah had inherited my gift.

"Since my mommy likes being dominated and spanked, she's going to be my mommy-pet. And you'll be my daddy-pet!" She held out the pink dog collar and Mary put it on! She held a blue collar out to me and picked up a whip!

It took a lot out of me when I used my powers, but I nudged her toward a safer, happier direction. I changed Mary and Sarah's thought patterns, so once the cigarettes were gone, they would crave the flavor of my penis instead. I also lowered their enjoyment of pain.

I'd take care of my daughter's adult education, then encourage her to find a real boyfriend when she turned 21. Since I'd had a vasectomy and I'd never really hurt either of them, my plan made perfect sense. I didn't want some random dirtbag hurting my baby or giving her a disease, and I didn't want anybody in the house getting whipped.

Sarah stared at the whip in her hand and said, "Who brought this terrible thing in the house!" She dropped it in the trash can. "And daddy doesn't need a collar. He's going to be my new boyfriend. Come here, daddy. Mommy-pet is going to take care of us, any way and any time we want."

Mary kneeled on the floor and said, "Yes, mistress."

I tugged on a few of Sarah's mental strings. "And mommy-pet is going to lick daddy and I, to get us ready to fuck."

I gave Mary's mind a small nudge. Zombie-like, she repeated; "Yes, mistress."

"And while we fuck, she's going to kiss and encourage us." I didn't even have to push Mary's mind any further. On her own, she said, "PLEASE! PLEASE! Let me watch!"

She moved Sarah's knees farther apart and started licking her. I reached into Sarah's feelings again, giving her a sense of calm happiness, as I kissed her lips. "I'm glad you like your birthday present, sweetie."

She held my penis gently, and began to stroke it saying, "Thank you, daddy. I love you!"

I sat and my actual 'naughty little girl' lowered herself onto me. She cringed and said, "OW!" as she slid onto my cock. I was glad that losing her cherry didn't hurt her much. Mary fingered herself as she started licking Sarah's nipples.

Before long, Sarah moaned and shouted, "Mmmmm! YES, DADDY! PUT A BABY IN ME!"

I played along with her. "Take it sweetie! Make a baby for daddy! UNGH!"

Her pussy was very tight and I could tell her orgasm was real, but I could sense she was feeling a lot of guilt. Did she feel ashamed for doing this with her parents? I probed a little.

NO! She was feeling guilty because she gave her virginity to a boy the previous day, but he broke up with her! She was happy the boy's penis had been small, so I might think she was a virgin! I actually had. Sarah bounced up and down on me and climaxed just before I did. Mary licked us clean, as the two of us panted and rested. I changed my mind. 'Nope, she gets a real boyfriend when she's 22! Twenty-two! Or maybe 23!'

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When Sarah turned 20, I learned the name of the boy who had taken her virginity was Nathan. Other than his fear of commitment, he seemed like a great match. His family was wealthy, and he was on his way to becoming a CPA, so he could take over the family business. He was two years older than Sarah, but being in college, two years was no big deal.

I had a meeting with him and his parents, to set him straight. He asked Sarah to take him back and she was happy to. They married and only ten months later had twin boys. A year after that, they had a little girl. Nathan's wealthy parents, Maurice and Clara, would love their grandchildren more than life itself, and do anything to support and make them happy, just like Mary and I would.

Due to some encouragement from my powers, Nathan developed a new fetish, an intense desire to jerk off and cum on his wife's feet, after licking her to at least three orgasms. He has no desire for regular sex anymore. Once a week, Maurice would join in to supervise, and add to Sarah's joy by doing exactly the same. On those nights, Clara visits my bed, and enjoys a good fuck or two and some 69 with my wife.

Nathan never got Sarah pregnant again, and nearly every time I see her she has a smile on her face. When they visit a few times a month, Sarah needs a private hour with her daddy, so she can ride him. Everyone is at least mostly happy, and the kids are very well cared for.

I just wish the delivery men would quit waking me up in the middle of the night. At least twice a week, two or three of them walk into my bedroom and deliver things for my wife. I get very annoyed when they wake me up, but at least they put their delivery condoms in the trash. I wish she wouldn't shop online so much.

Nathan says he has the same problem at his house.

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