Dad and daughter: Claire satisfies repressed desires for Daddy… My wife Angela and I live in a small city on the East Coast. We would be considered part of the top 10% of income earners; comfortable but by no means rich. My name is Michael and I’m fifty-two years old. I work for a well known, Fortune 500 Technology Company at the top end of middle management. As I said, I make pretty decent money to support my wife of thirty years and our three mostly grown children.
Angela is fifty-four years old and had worked a high powered job until she got pregnant twenty-six years ago and opted for a career as a stay-at-home-mom. I was on board with that decision initially but once the third child was in school, I kept pushing her to get a job. I couldn’t figure out what she could possibly do with herself all day alone. I made enough money to support our life-style but an additional income would have been nice. Angela was always able to provide just enough justification for staying home and whenever the topic came up, it ended in an argument. I learned the hard way not to bring up the subject.
Truth be told, Angela had lost her confidence in her business prowess when her third child entered the school system sixteen years ago. She never used this truth when she argued her point of view. She started taking up her free time by volunteering for various charities and municipal boards and committees. She befriended many rich and powerful people over the last fifteen years.
Angela and I had been very much in love way back then when I was a sophomore and she was a senior in college. We got married soon after I graduated and we enjoyed our two childless years and had planned on several more. Angela was using an IUD when she unexpectedly found out she was pregnant with our first daughter whom we named Amelia. We called her “Melli” from day one and still do twenty-five years later.
Melli graduated from the State University with a Business and Financial Management degree at age twenty-two and accepted a job with the same company that I work for. That was three years ago. The company generally nips nepotism in the bud but as long as family members don’t work in the same department, there’s no problem.
Angela was anxious to get back to work after taking some time off to care for Melli. She had plans to use the company provided child-care facility. Before any of that could happen, she was pregnant again with a son, Matthew. Now she was starting all over again and when she thought the time was right to return to her company, her job wasn’t available anymore. She couldn’t contemplate starting a career all over again so she settled for staying home and convinced herself that she was happy doing so. Angela never found keeping a house and being a wife and mom to be particularly challenging which melded perfectly with her dwindling confidence.
Matthew is twenty-four now. He always hated school and had no plans to extend the pain into College. His mother and I recognized Matthew’s struggles with school and had enrolled him in a vocational tech high school. He has done well and is apprenticing under a licensed Electrician. He is married to a wonderful woman, Sarah, one year younger and they have a beautiful six month old baby boy, Nicholas. Everyone calls him “Nicky”. They live next door to Sarah’s parents, which allowed Sarah to go back to work after her three month pregnancy leave. Nicky goes to her parents during the day. Angela has never expressed any interest in taking care of Nicky during the day and we see him only when Matthew and Sarah visit which is now only on holidays.
Three years after Matthew was born, to her dismay, Angela was pregnant again and gave birth to another daughter, Claire. She is twenty-one now and is a junior at the State University that her sister Melli went to. Claire and Angela never had a close relationship. She and I, however, always got along great. She’s a ‘spit-fire’ with a bubbly personality. She laughs a lot, which I’ve missed since she went off to college.
Angela and I had always had an active sex life, until a few years ago. If we argued, it was about that. Our marriage had crumbled into disrepair and now, indifference was the strongest emotion in the house. We had talked about getting a divorce but for the sake of the kids we decided to hold off until all three were up and out. With Claire’s graduation a year and half away, the horizon of our marriage was visible.
I was sure that Angela had something going on the side. She was never home anymore. She had her friends that I didn’t care for and the same was true of me. We were already practicing our separate lives. We still slept together and even had sex on occasion and it was good sex. I always felt melancholy after.
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The whole extended family came home to celebrate Christmas day. Melli brought a girlfriend, Janey who is one of her roommates. Everyone was trying to figure out if Janey was more than Melli’s roommate. Claire was home from college on semester break and she was staying in her old room, which had been Melli’s before she moved out. Melli left with Janey shortly after lunch. Sarah wanted to leave at the same time because she sensed the strain between her in-laws. Matthew insisted that they stay longer and they wound up staying until after dark.
When it was just us, Angela went to the kitchen to clean up from the family meal. Claire and I stayed in the living room talking about college and anything else that was going on in her life. She had changed into something more comfortable. It was a long tee-shirt that came down to mid-thigh. It fit her like a glove and revealed that she wore a thong, as indicated by the indentations on her hips, and no bra underneath it.
As Claire and I talked, she randomly but seemingly innocently spread her legs a few inches. Each time I would get a quick glimpse of her white thong. I didn’t think for a moment that Claire was intentionally trying to entice me. Regardless, my cock reacted to the view between Claire’s thighs.
I had to adjust my position in the chair to hide my erection. Claire smiled at me at one point, but I was sure I was being completely discreet. Claire got up and went to the end of the sofa and bent over the arm to get one of her Christmas gifts stashed beside the sofa, her tee-shirt pulled up to her crotch as she bent over. Her move was overt and I wondered for the first time if she was doing this on purpose. I watched for a moment before looking away. My cock was granite hard and I was flushed with embarrassment that I was having this reaction to my own daughter, even if she was deliberately eliciting just such a reaction. I plopped a pillow down in my lap and made sure I was looking somewhere else when Claire straightened up and came back to her chair. When she didn’t return with anything in her hand, I knew she had done all that with one intention.
We continued our conversation and Claire’s legs continued to separate for brief moments before closing again. Angela came in from the kitchen and Claire’s thighs remained closed. Angela came over to Claire and bent down and kissed her good-night and announced that she was going to bed. Claire kissed her back and said that she would be up in a few minutes. My mind was swirling as I tried to wrap my brain around Claire’s intentions, if in fact there were any. I sat with the pillow in his lap and remained silent.
Angela left the room and went up the stairs to the second floor master bedroom. Claire stopped flashing her crotch at me and after awhile my cock went soft again. I placed the pillow back where it belonged and then stood up and said, “Well, it’s been a busy day. I’m beat. I guess I’ll go up. I’ll see you in the morning ‘Baby-Girl’. Have you thought about taking that job for the month between semesters?”
Claire smiled, spread her thighs and leaned forward with her elbows on her knees and said, “Good-night Daddy. No. I haven’t decided yes or no yet. I could use the money though.” She stood and wrapped her arms around my back and hugged me tight and then kissed me on the lips, which she had always done.
Claire is particularly tall at 6’1″, the same as me. She is by far the tallest of the three kids. She is slim with a tiny waist that tapers to hips a bit narrower than her broad shoulders. Much of her height is in her legs. Her breasts sit unusually wide on her broad chest. They are large but nowhere near the size of her mother’s breasts. There is no hint of cleavage because of the distance between them across her chest. There must be eight inches between her erect nipples as she pressed her torso to mine to kiss me good-night. My cock stirred in my pants so I completed the kiss and pulled away as I flushed again.
Claire gave me a look of concern and said, “Daddy. Are you okay?” She tossed her head so her long bleached blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders to hang to the small of her back. Her siblings have a little fun with Claire as she continues to call me ‘Daddy’. They used to, but many years ago they started calling me ‘Dad’. Claire never changed and she accepts their good natured ribbing.
I smiled and said, “I’m great. I’ll see you in the morning ‘Baby-Girl’.” Claire was always after me to stop calling her ‘Baby-Girl’. I always had and it just slipped off my tongue. I acknowledged that she wasn’t a baby anymore and I had resolved to find a better term of endearment. Angela had always called her ‘sweetie’ but she called all of our kids that.
When I came in the master bedroom, the lights were off and a lump of bedclothes laid in the darkness. I went to the bathroom and shut the door. I did my bedtime bathroom routine, undressed and climbed into bed naked as I always had. Many years ago, I had convinced Angela to sleep naked too. It took her a while to get used to it. I reached over and touched her naked hip. She was sound asleep. I laid my hand across her pelvis. She was warm. I was hot. I was still aroused from whatever Claire was doing in the living room.
The image of Claire in her tight cotton long tee-shirt, with her thong indentations on her hips and her erect nipples protruding on her broad chest brought my semi-hard cock to full dimensions. I was lying on my back with my right hand on Angela’s pelvis, lightly scrolling my fingertips around in her neatly trimmed pubic hair. My left hand was slowly stroking my cock up and down.
The sensation on my cock was fantastic. The cause of my erect cock was troubling though. I can’t truthfully say that I had never thought of my daughters in a sexual way. They are both very beautiful women. They looked amazing in their bikini bathing suits whenever we went to the beach on a hot summer day. I was as troubled by that then as I am now.
I tried to change the vision in my mind to some porno clip I had seen. At fifty-two, I was just beginning to notice that getting an erection and keeping it was becoming a bit of a problem. I resisted the little blue pills thinking I was way too young for that. I had an erection now that rivaled anything I could remember.
My fingers roving through Angela’s pubic hair had apparently woken her. Even in the dim illumination of the street lights out front, she could see the tent over my pelvis as it bobbed up and down from my hand movement. She rolled on her side and reached over and wrapped her hand around my cock just below mine. I was startled a bit. She hardly ever did that.
Angela whispered, “Do you want me to take care of that?” I ramped up the attack on her pelvis thinking we were going to have sex and I believe in foreplay. She put her free hand on my roving hand and stopped my manipulations. She said, “I’m good, okay? Do you want me to take care of you?” I pulled my roving hand out from under hers and released my cock to her care.
She scooched over to me and put her head on my stomach looking down at my cock in her hand. She rested her right tit on my thigh. Angela has huge breasts and in spite of breast-feeding three kids, they don’t sag all that much. They hadn’t always been that huge. When she was pregnant with Melli, the “titty-fairy” came to visit and never left. Angela wasn’t terribly pleased when they didn’t disappear but I was ecstatic.
Angela flicked her tongue around the ridge of my circumcised penis, concentrating on the bundle of nerves on the underside. She continued jerking me off with her right hand as she said, “Jesus, Michael. What has made you so big and hard? I haven’t seen you like this in… well, years.” My face flushed. I could feel the heat. Thank God it was dark but she wasn’t looking at me anyway. She went back to my cock.
Angela never could deep-throat and wasn’t about to be bothered with learning how. She regarded oral sex as a duty even though she thoroughly enjoyed my tongue in her pussy and even her anus way back in the day. She rolled her lips on and off my glans drilling the ‘spot’ with her tongue and stroked the shaft with her hand. That was her idea of a blow-job. She had never tried anything else. It felt fantastic and I could feel my orgasm approaching.
She knew I was about to blow and she pulled off my knob and said, “Remember. Don’t cum in my mouth.” I had a fantasy of cumming in her mouth but it would never become reality because she could always tell when I was going to burst and she would pull off and let the jizz fly up on my chest and stomach and then finally drool down my cock to my balls. Then she would get out of bed and retrieve a hot, wet facecloth from the bathroom and come back and wash me off. She never turned a light on to see. She just did the same thing as previous times. I would dry myself with the sheet.
I usually just came as I felt the urge. This time, it built higher and higher like a Tsunami. Angela had pulled off when she usually did and was surprised to see that she had to keep jerking me off. At first she thought she had miss-timed her withdrawal and started to push her lips back on. The tension in my muscles built tighter and then, just as she got her mouth lined up for a second attempt, I burst out, “UUNNGGGGHHAAAHHH” as my hips launched upward.
Angela pulled back but not before getting the first cum shot up her nose. She stopped everything and moved back quickly coughing and snorting. Cum was spewing out in all directions until could get a grip on my cock. I finished myself off. Angela was heading back from the bathroom before I finished launching my last salvo. She tossed the wet washcloth onto my stomach, crawled into bed, pulled the covers up over her shoulders and rolled on her side away from me.
I flicked on the lamp on my nightstand and washed cum from my cheek, shoulders, stomach, balls and the sheets all around me. In spite of everything being wet I fell off to sleep with no remaining thoughts of Claire’s antics.
I woke the next morning feeling more rested than I had in a long time. I was taking vacation through New Year’s Day and I had no plans for my time off. Angela came into the bathroom as I was turning on the shower in our new glass walled shower room. It was large enough to be called a room. We had sprung the extra money to have multiple shower heads mounted on the two tile walls and a huge rain-shower head above. There was a doorway to the master bedroom and one to the hallway on the opposite end of the room. There was a double sink counter nearly eight feet long to the left of the hallway door at the far end from the shower room. Besides the huge shower room there was a deep soaking tub between the shower and a separate space near the hallway door, which contained the toilet that was out of sight to anyone other than someone using the sinks.
She stuck her head in and said, “Don’t use all the hot-water. I have to go next.” I contemplated inviting her in with me, but she hadn’t done that in a damn long time. I didn’t respond. She’d left the room anyway. I lathered up head to toe and rinsed off. I stepped out of the shower as Angela walked in from the bedroom. She was naked and had her blonde hair pinned on top of her head. She walked into the shower room before the door had shut behind me. She pulled on her shower cap and tucked any spurious strands of hair in and pulled it down over her ears.
I dried off and stepped to the sink closest to the hallway door. I wet my face, squirted shaving foam into my hand and lathered up. I reached into my medicine cabinet and grabbed my razor. I took two swipes and swirled the razor around in the hot water in the sink. I looked back in the mirror and was getting ready to continue shaving when I saw Claire slowly open the door from the hallway and peek in. When she saw me standing at the sink in the nude, she quickly shut the door.
I raised the razor to my face again and the door pushed open again and Claire stepped in and shut the door behind her. She was still wearing her long, cotton tee-shirt. I figured it must be what she wears to sleep in. I looked back over my shoulder to see if Angela was looking this way. She was facing the multiple shower heads away from me, from us.
I turned my head back to Claire and she had already moved up beside me. My cock was at half-staff and I was trying to turn away from Claire so she wouldn’t see it. She was having none of it. She was inches away from me when she reached past my hip and wrapped her fingers around my cock. It snapped to attention with her touch. I was looking her right in the eye when I quietly but sternly said, “Claire, what are you doing. Your mother is in the shower.” She acted like she hadn’t heard a single word as she pushed her free hand to my mouth and wiped shaving cream from around my lips. Then she leaned over and kissed me passionately. I responded in kind for a moment before I pulled away realizing what I was doing. Again, I said, “Claire, you can’t be here. You need to go.”
My lips were saying one thing and my cock was screaming, “Don’t go.” It was harder than last night and stuck straight out in front of me with Claire’s right hand sliding up and down my shaft. She had a curious little smile on her face as she leaned in and pressed her body against mine. I protested again but I knew my heart wasn’t in it. She did too.
My priority changed from getting Claire out of the bathroom to getting us out of the clear view of Angela in the shower. The only place was the alcove containing the toilet. She never let go of my cock until I had her pressed up against the wall out of site of the shower. She released my cock and grabbed the hem of her long tee-shirt and pulled it over her head. Her nipples were as hard as nails as she ran her fingers over them. There was no turning back now. I was as horny as a three-balled tom-cat.
Angela started singing in the shower. She must have had her blue-tooth earphones in under the shower cap. Claire slid her back down the wall to sit her ass on her heels. She looked around the corner toward the shower and grinned up at me. My cock was inches from her lips and was bouncing up and down. Claire pushed her face under my cock and licked my balls before licking her way up my shaft and then pressed my glans to my navel with her left hand. While looking me directly in the eye she lapped her tongue up my shaft before curling her lips over the velvety crown and pushed them down my shaft all the way to my balls. My head rocked back on my shoulders and I let out a low pitched groan that was louder than I had hoped.
Claire was deep-throating me making an “AAAWWWK AWWWKK AWWWK AWWWKk” noise. I looked down at her eyes looking up at me. I moaned, “Jesus, Baby-Girl. Your mother can’t do that. Oh my gawwwddd. I never imagined it could feel that good.” I pushed my cock at her face and she took the knob into her throat. I put my hands behind her head and held her in place as I started gently fucking her face as she started the “AAAWWWKK AAWWWKKKK” noise again. She still stared up at me and then she smiled with my cock still imbedded in her face. I pulled my cock back to give her a chance to breathe. She took a few gulps of air and then pushed her head back on my cock again and I started fucking her face again.
Angela broke the spell when she said, “Michael. Are you there?” I was snapped back to reality. All I could manage was an “ah-huh.” She responded, “I can’t find the body-wash in here. Is it under the sinks?” I didn’t move. Actually, I couldn’t move. Claire pulled her mouth off my cock and slurped in a glob of saliva. She grabbed my cock with both hands and grinned up at me. She pushed her mouth on the head and started a double-fisted, counter-rotating hand-job. I watched as I leaned back against the opposite wall from Claire and rocked my hips in rhythm with Claire’s hand-job.
My head tipped back against the wall and said loudly, “Sorry Honey. I don’t see it. I’ll check the downstairs bathroom.” Claire popped her mouth off the head of my cock and grinned at me. I moved around ninety degrees and sat down on the toilet seat. Claire pushed herself up the wall and pulled down her thong panties. She didn’t know which way to go so she waited for me to guide her.
I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her around so she was between my knees facing away from me. I found her firm tits and erect nipples and caressed them as Claire groaned before sitting down. She bent forward to see my cock and she guided it to her pussy. I let her make the next move. She was breathing very raggedly when she made one final adjustment and then let herself drop down my shaft. The feeling was unbelievable. She was so tight. I didn’t know what her experience was but I didn’t care at that moment. As she was dropping, I was rocking my hips up into her and we met half-way. She groaned and shoved her hand to her mouth to stifle the sound.
Angela was singing again so she wasn’t hearing anything that was going on with us. I grabbed Claire’s hips and held her in place while I started firing my shaft up into her pussy. She groaned hard again and I shushed her.
Claire was moaning non-stop as she mumbled, “Oh my gawwddd. Fuck me Daddy.”
I was gasping for air and I mumbled, “Why now Claire? Why are we doing this now?”
Her gasping response was, “I’d never seen your cock before. I was rocked by how horny it made me. Oh gawwdd. Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
I reached around to her pussy and discovered that she was totally hairless down there. As my cock was drilling her pussy, I strummed my finger tips over her clitoris and she let out a soft scream which she promptly squelched with her hand.
Angela must have thought the sound was me coming back from downstairs and she said, “Well, did you find it.” Claire giggled softly.
While still driving my cock into Claire’s pussy, I loudly said, “I couldn’t find it down there either. Are you sure you had some?”
Angela responded, “Oh, Okay.” I put my hands on Claire’s ass and pushed her up my shaft. She groaned as she came off the end. She spun around and went to her knees and sank her lips down my shaft again. She pulled off and smacked her lips with her tongue and smiled before sinking her lips back to my balls.
Angela wasn’t going to be in the shower much longer and if she came out of the shower with us where we were, we would be busted. I lifted her chin and she looked up at me with a confused look on her face. She pulled off my cock. She sucked in more saliva and I placed my hands under her tits and lifted her up to her feet. I stood up and guided her to the hallway door. We slipped through the open door and quietly closed it behind me.
The question was where to go now. If Angela came looking for me and didn’t find me in our bedroom, she would go to Claire’s bedroom to see if she had seen me. Claire took the initiative and led me to her old room before she took Melli’s larger room. I scrambled up on the bed and Claire crawled up behind me. I sat back with my shoulders against the headboard and Claire set her feet on either side of my hips facing my feet and sat back down on my cock again. Now that she wasn’t deterred by the close proximity of her mother, she groaned loudly as she dropped to my balls. Her hand went to her pelvis and she started fingering her clitoris. She was slashing her head from side to side as I pummeled my cock into her.
I was getting that familiar feeling and there were still a few positions I wanted to try. Angela had never been one to try new positions. I stopped pumping my cock into her and lifted her hips up. She stood and turned around and sat back down in a forward cowgirl position and immediately sank her pussy down my shaft. I loved her tits. The way they sat so far apart on her chest like that. I reached out and cupped each of them in my hands. Her nipples were long and hard. She groaned when I started tweaking them. Claire started rocking her hips forward and back. She muttered, “Oh my God, Daddy, you are so hard. I’m going to cum pretty soon.”
I motioned for her to stand up again and I maneuvered her to a doggy position. She grinned back at me as she spread her knees to give me access. I bent down and used my hands to push her knees back together and then pushed her forward until she was lying on her stomach. I pushed my arm under her hips and lifted her up and stuffed a pillow under her. She looked back at me with a confused look on her face. I grinned at her and then dropped my face to her ass and drilled my tongue into her anus and rimmed her. She surged forward to escape.
I moved my hips up so my legs were outside hers and guided my cock to her pussy which was barely visible in this position. When I pushed my cock in, Claire slammed her knees together and her mouth came open in a silent scream. I fucked her hard in that position and I could feel my orgasm was close at hand.
Claire looked back at me with a sultry look on her face and said, “Fuck me hard Daddy. I’m going to cum…” With the word ‘cum’, she suddenly rocked her hips back into me and groaned, “Daddy, I’m cumming. Hurry. Cum with me.” I ramped up my pace and Claire started a constant moan, “OH OH OH OH OH.” When I felt her pussy clenching on my cock that was it for me. She wanted me to cum with her but I didn’t want to cum in her. I don’t know why that was the line I couldn’t cross but it was.
I pulled my cock out of her and started jerking on my cock. Long ropes of cum streamed from my cock onto her ass and back. She needed something to replace my cock and her three fingers drove in to replace me. Her hips were firing everywhere. I was firing everywhere.
As her orgasm started to diminish she let her hips fall forward and she pulled away from me. She laid there on her stomach gasping for air. Her pussy was clenching on her fingers. I sat back on my heels gasping for air too.
Way off in the distance, I could hear Angela yelling, “Where are you guys?”
I pushed myself off the bed to my feet and reached down to help Claire turn over and get to her feet. She had a panicked look on her face. I said, “Do you still have any of your clothes in here?” She hesitated a moment and then nodded. I said, “Find something and get dressed. I’ll go down the back stairway to the laundry room. I’ll find something to wear there. She looked down at my hard cock and bent over and sucked it into her mouth and lashed it with her tongue to clean it and then she stood and grinned at me. She apparently didn’t mind the taste of her own pussy.
I opened the door and hurried to the back stairway with hard dick swinging from side to side. I waited on the stairway until I heard Angela yell, “Michael. Where are you?” She was at the other end of the house so I scooted down the stairs to the laundry room. I found a pair of gym pants and a tee-shirt and pulled them on. I didn’t care if they were clean or dirty.
I opened the laundry room door and I could hear Angela say, “Claire? There you are. Have you seen your father?”
I heard Claire say, “He said he needed something from the car. He’s probably in the garage.”
‘Beautiful,’ I thought. The garage door was right behind me. I turned and went to the garage and made like I was at the workbench when Angela open the door and said, “There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
I responded, “Well here I am. What’s up?”
She said, “I have to go to that food-bank thing for the homeless that I told you about. I should only be gone a few hours.” I didn’t recall her ever saying anything about the ‘food-bank thing’ before but her timing was perfect.
I said, “Okay Honey. Are you leaving now?”
She said “Uh-huh. Call me if you need to.” She disappeared back into the house and I followed her in. She went straight to the front door and gathered her coat and her car-keys. She yelled up the stairs, “Claire, I’m going out for a while. Can you and your father entertain each other while I’m out?” I smiled at that. I could almost hear Claire in her room upstairs snickering. The front door slammed shut and when Angela’s car drove out of the driveway, Claire came to the top of the stairway and yelled down the stairs, “How long will it take for you to get it up again.”
I stepped into view and looked up at her standing there naked again. I said, “With you looking like that, I suspect it won’t be long.” She grinned down at me.
Claire said, “You know where Mom is going don’t you?”
I leaned against the banister and said, “I only know what she told me that she has a food-bank ‘thing’ for the homeless. Why? Do you know something different?”
She took several steps down the stairway and said, “She’s seeing someone. I don’t know who. A friend of mine saw her in a passionate embrace at a bar. She knew Mom but couldn’t see who she was sucking face with. She couldn’t even tell if it was a man or a woman; just blonde hair and a little taller than Mom.” I don’t know why I was so stunned to hear this news. I really wasn’t surprised. I had suspected it for some time. Claire came the rest of the way down to the hallway and hugged me and said, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I was sure you knew. I didn’t want to be the one to tell you. I’m pretty sure Sarah knows. She’s good friends with the person who told me I’m certain that Matthew doesn’t know though. I don’t know about Melli.”
I said, “It figures. The men are always the brain-dead ones.”
Claire took my hands and pressed them to her breasts and said, “I sorry.” She reached down into my gym shorts to find a flaccid cock. She pulled her hand back and took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. My face was inches behind Claire’s magnificent bare ass. I leaned forward and kissed her on each butt-cheek. She looked back and giggled.
Claire’s bed was still askew so she jumped in and held up the covers for me to follow her. I dropped my gym pants and pulled off my tee-shirt. My cock was of primary interest to Claire. She smiled up at me. It wasn’t hard but it wasn’t soft either. I slid under the covers with Claire.
She immediately went after my cock and I stopped her. She frowned. I pulled her up on my body so her head was beside mine on her pillow. Her breasts were firm with erotic anticipation. Her nipples were long and hard. I pulled her hips over mine and since we were the same height, our pelvic bones rested together. She splayed her legs to the outside of mine. She kissed me on the neck as I traced my index finger along the contour of her side-boob. She trembled from my touch and let out a low pitched moan.
I abandoned her tit and ran my hand along my hip and under hers to her sex. She was soaking wet. I touched her clitoris and she shuddered hard. She lifted her legs from the outside of mine and moved them inside my legs. She clamped her thighs on my hand and shuddered again. Her mouth opened as she exhaled on my ear. She whispered, “You’re making me horny, Daddy. Are you ready yet?”
I wasn’t ready yet; but I was getting there. I rolled Claire off me and kept rolling until I was on top. She looked up at me and bared her teeth as she lightly bit my lip. I kissed her and she groaned into my mouth. She was getting hot fast. I broke our embrace and inched my way down her body. I sucked on her nipples and then on the flesh of her tits. She closed her eyes and let her mouth fall open. She clenched her teeth and seethed air into her lungs. I was fascinated by her tits but I pushed further down until my lips were on her clitoris. I looked up at her face between her tits. She was looking down at me too.
I dipped my tongue into her sex and flicked the tip on her clitoris and she thrust her hips up hard as she screamed. I pulled back my tongue and then gently kissed her clitoris. She groaned, “Oh my God. You are good at this.” She thrust her hips up again inviting me in again. I grinned at her and she grinned back. I inched lower and dragged the tip of my tongue down through her labia and jabbed my speared tongue into her pussy. She screamed again as her hips fired up, driving her torso into the bed.
I could feel my cock getting harder but I wanted to bring her to climax with my tongue. I didn’t have to try very much longer either. In two minutes, Claire let out a loud scream that I hoped the neighbors didn’t hear. She grabbed my hair and pulled me hard into her pussy as she drove her hips up. Her face screwed into a mask of pure bliss. Her pussy was pushing my tongue out as fast as I could push it back in. She was leaking vaginal juices and I was lapping them up as fast as I could. I loved her taste. I couldn’t get enough. She held my face in her pussy until she started to recover from her orgasm. Her chest was heaving as she sucked huge breaths of air into her lungs. She muttered, “Oh my God,” after each gasp of oxygen. She clutched her tits in her hands and pinched her nipples.
Once she released my hair, I crawled up her body kissing everywhere along the way. She released her tits to allow me to maul them with my tongue and lips. When I got to her lips, my hard cock was pushing on her pussy. Her eyes went wide as a smile burst on her face. She said, “Oh my God. Hurry Daddy. Put it in me.” I rolled my hips forward driving the velvety crown into the entrance of her pussy.
Claire rolled her hips up to meet my descending cock. Claire held her breath as my cock pushed all the way down. I started to pull back out but Claire grabbed my ass and held me in place. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open in a silent scream. I looked down to her face and tears were exploding from her closed eyelids. She finally opened her eyes and looked at me. She burst into a grin and then pushed up with her hips signaling me to fuck her. I did just that.
I fucked Claire to another orgasm and then I pulled my cock out and rolled off to her side. I lifted her closest leg and scooched my cock in close to her leaking pussy from the side. She rolled slightly away from me and draped her leg across mine as I pushed my cock back into her pussy. She groaned as I pushed in. She mumbled, “Fuck. Yes. This is nice.” I leaned forward and sucked her closest tit to my lips and tongued her nipple. She groaned hard again.
I could feel my own climax building and Claire groaned, “Jesus Christ. Your cock is getting bigger, harder. Fuck. I can feel another one coming. FUCCCCKKKK MEEEEEE.” I was slamming my cock into her when she screamed out “I’MMM CCCUMMINNGGG AGGAIINNN. JESUS DADDY. YOU’RE KILLING ME.”
I heard her but I was screwing every muscle in my body into a knot. It took a huge effort on my part to pull my cock from her pussy as my muscles seemed predisposed to driving my cock in, not out. My muscles finally released and cum instantaneously exploded up my shaft onto Claire’s hairless pubis, stomach and chest. I groaned out, “YYYUUUNNGGGG,” as I drove my cock forward as hard as I could. Claire frowned when I pulled my cock out. I guess she was disappointed that I didn’t cum in her but the line was still there. She grabbed my cock and started jerking on it as I blasted stream after long stream of pearly white cum across her body. She kept jerking on it until I had drained my balls.
Her other fingers were digging into her pussy like she had an itch she needed to scratch badly. Amazingly, Claire frigged herself into another climax and I just laid there and watched in fascination. I said, “Jesus Claire. Are you okay?”
Claire didn’t answer. I guess it was a rhetorical question anyway. I’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had this morning. I’d had two and that was a lot for me these days. As I thought about her multiple orgasms, I harkened back to those days when I was her age. Six or seven orgasms were not unusual in a day, even if they were self-induced.
I knew that what we were doing was wrong. I’d had sexual thoughts regarding Melli and Claire before. They were beautiful young ladies. I had never contemplated acting on those thoughts though and I’ve never discussed those thoughts with other guy friends for fear that I would be the only one and be perceived as a pervert for such thoughts.
I’ve always believed that we all have spurious thoughts that are inappropriate in human society. Who hasn’t had thoughts like killing someone who has angered you? You don’t act on those thoughts. You can’t control what thoughts pop into your brain. It makes no sense to chastise yourself for those thoughts either. They just pop in there and pop back out. Thank God we can’t read each other’s minds.
In this case, I had just reacted with the baser human response to a sexual situation. When Claire took my cock in her hand and started jerking me off. My little head took control. The battle with the big head comes afterward, like now.
Claire had responded to my question about ‘Why now?’ with ‘I’ve never seen your cock before.’ I thought that was pretty lame so I decided to pursue the subject as we lay there naked in her bed with cum all over her and her fingers dragging through my pubic hair and fondling my flaccid cock.
“Claire. Earlier, when I asked you, ‘Why now?’ You answered that ‘you’d never seen my cock before and it made you horny'”. She remained silent. “There has to be way more to this than that. You were teasing me last night by flashing your thong at me and then the overt action this morning. What’s going on?”
Claire was quiet a long time. She was so quiet; I thought she wasn’t even breathing. After more than a minute she said, “I’m taking this Psychology course at school. It’s titled “Psychology of Familial Relationships.” The professor has written several books on the subject. I took the course because I have always been sexually attracted to you. The professor calls it the “Electra Complex”. It’s kind of like the ‘Oedipus Complex” but applies to daughters and their fathers. Oedipus is about sons and their mothers. The theory goes back to Freud and Karl Jung. The professor is studying the “Electra Complex” in the context of a study that showed that children who were raised together in a community like the Israeli kibbutz didn’t exhibit sexual interest in each other, even though they weren’t necessarily biologically related. That theory was put forth as an explanation for why siblings don’t have sexual attractions to each other and parents too. Theorists are even pushing this a little further to explain why married couples who have been together for a long time eventually lose sexual interest in each other.”
Claire sat up and sat beside me Indian style with her legs crossed. She stopped fondling my cock. She continued, “You and Mom haven’t been sexually attracted to each other in a long time.” I thought Angela and I had kept our sex lives private but I guess not well enough. “Sarah seems to be particularly tuned in to your sexual dysfunction. I’m sure that’s why she’s uncomfortable visiting here.”
“Anyway, the “Electra Complex” is a term used to describe a girl’s sense of competition with her mother for the affections of her father. It’s all pretty confusing and involves penis envy and stuff. I don’t think I ever felt that I was trying to get your affections away from Mom. So, this class has close to one hundred students. The professor had us fill out a few surveys with pretty explicit questions. She is starting a study and the surveys identified me, along with about a dozen others as candidates, both male and female for the study.”
Claire went quiet for a while. I could see there was more to tell so I let you continue in her own time. She continued with a little hesitancy, “The professor gave us, in the study, some homework for the semester break. Ummm..ummmm. The surveys showed that the study group all had the same attraction for our fathers or mothers or a brother or sister or someone in a familial relationship. We were asked to act on our sexual interest and report the responses back to the study.”
Holy Shit. I was a homework assignment. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling for a minute.
Claire could sense my mood swing and she said, “I’m sorry Daddy. I’m sorry for the motivation of my actions but not that I acted on my repressed desires. I wish I’d acted years ago. I’ve had sex with boyfriends going back to high school but I’ve never experienced anything as intense as today with you.”
She was quiet again for some time and then she said, “I’m not trying to replace Mom. At least I don’t think I am. I’m learning a lot about myself from this professor. I know what we did today is wrong from a society point of view but no societal rule can be absolute. I know our relationship will be different from now on. I’m not a child and I walked into this with eyes wide open. I love you Daddy. Not like a six year old loves her father and not like a lover loves her man. If we never do this again, I would understand but I will treasure today for all time.”
I was silent as I analyzed my feelings. In the silence I heard a car pull into the driveway. I looked at my watch and it had been more than two hours since Angela had left. I sat up and touched Claire’s hand and squeezed it gently as I smiled at her. I got off her bed and said, “You’d better get dressed.” I hurried from her room and down the hall to the master bedroom. I dressed and hurried downstairs just as Angela was coming through the front door. She tossed her keys on the table in the foyer and stripped off her coat and hung it in the coat closet by the door.
I grabbed a book off the shelf and slid into a chair. I was making a plausible ruse when Angela came into the living room. I looked up from the book and said, “Hi Honey. How did things go at the shelter?”
She looked at me and said, “Are you reading? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you reading a book.”
“Well, I’m on vacation and I just wanted to relax with no plans.”
She said, “What’s Claire up to?”
“I’m not sure. She’s been in her room on her computer. She says she’s writing a report for a class.”
Angela turned and headed for the stairs. I put the book back in the shelf and noticed that the title was “Men are from Mars Women are from Venus” by John Gray. I hadn’t even looked when I grabbed it and if Angela had noticed the title, she’d know I was faking it. I would never even look at a book like that. It must be hers.
I went upstairs to find Angela in Claire’s room. They were talking about school. Claire’s laptop computer was closed on her desk as she conversed with her mother. I went back downstairs to the living room and picked the John Gray book off the shelf again and sat down and started really reading it. I thought that I had better get some better understanding of the differences between men and women because I clearly had no clue.
The day went by as usual. Angela was cleaning up from Christmas, stripping ornaments off the tree and packing them away. Claire helped her for a while but got bored quickly and drifted back to her room.
After dinner, we watched TV for a while and then watched a rented DVD of a recent movie. Afterward, we all went up to bed. I did my bedtime bathroom routine and climbed under the sheets. Angela did her routine too. It takes her longer because of her makeup. The bathroom lights went off and she made her way in the dark to slide into bed on her side. We didn’t speak and she immediately rolled onto her side facing away from me. I lay there on my back staring at the swaying shadows on the ceiling from the streetlights through the trees. My hands were behind my head.
My mind was racing with the events of the day; from Claire’s revelation about her sexual interest in me to her revelation that Angela probably had a lover. I don’t recall ever being in as much emotional turmoil as I was right then. I flashed back to Claire sucking my cock with her mother only feet away in the shower and my cock got as hard as it was then. I guess the question of whether our tryst would be a once in a lifetime event was being answered as I lay there pitching tent under the sheet.
I tried to drift off to sleep but couldn’t. Angela’s breathing indicated she was sound asleep. I pulled back the covers and slid out to the floor. My cock was as hard as a granite post and when I walked to the bathroom in the dark my cock wagged from side to side like a divining rod in search of water.
With a boner like I had, I didn’t have to pee. I walked to the sinks and just stood there looking at my reflection in the dim illumination from the streetlights out front. I stroked my cock a few times just to feel the hardness. I turned and headed back to the bedroom but stopped at the shower room and just stood there. I knew what I wanted to do but it didn’t mesh with what I should do.
I wrapped my hand around my cock and turned again. ‘Fuck it,’ I thought. ‘Go for it.’ I quietly opened the door beside the sinks and closed it behind me. I quietly walked down the hall to Claire’s room. She was lying on her back with her hands behind her head. She was awake as evidenced by her turning her head toward me when I stepped through her open door.
I moved over next to her bed. Claire rolled on her side and nudged herself toward me. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around my cock and said, “Jesus Daddy. You’re hard.” I didn’t say a word. She lowered her head and put my glans on her lips. She kissed it and then pushed onto the shaft. I put my hands on either side of her head and groaned hard. I started fucking her face and she was taking all of me, “AAAWWWKKK AAWWKK AAWWWKKK.”
I mumbled, “Oh my God Claire. Fantastic.” She pulled her head back and dipped down to suck my balls and I groaned again. She kissed her way up my shaft and rolled her lips over the knob again and took it right to her throat. I said, “Fuck. Yes.”
I didn’t last more than five minutes before I blew my load into her mouth. She swallowed it all and smacked her lips with her tongue. She pushed her lips back on and lashed my shaft with her tongue to clean me off. She pulled back again and wiped my cock on her sheet. She lay back and I bent down and kissed each nipple and then her lips before I turned and headed back the way I had come.
I quietly opened the bathroom door and just as quietly shut it behind me. I took one step into the bathroom heading for the bedroom when Angela said, “Is she better than me?” She was sitting on the toilet out of sight. My heart, which was already beating hard from Claire’s blow-job, was thudding in my chest. Actually it felt like it was thudding in my throat.
I turned to face the dark form sitting in the blackness of the toilet alcove. “Probably,” was all I said.
“What the fuck does that mean? She’s had a thing for you for years. Don’t tell me you and she hasn’t gotten it on. How long has it been going on?”
I decided to be truthful because it was apparent that she wouldn’t believe me anyway. “Today,” was all I said.
Angela laughed and said, “Yeah, right. I already knew about today. Her room reeked of sex when I got home and you’re sitting innocently in the living room reading my John Gray book. You two aren’t very good at this.”
I was getting angry now and responded, “Well, with one day’s experience behind us, I’m sure we aren’t. We’ll get better.” I regretted saying that as soon as it came out of my mouth. That was the end of that conversation. I decided to attack her about her trysts. I hoped Claire had the straight scoop. “Who are you seeing on the side? What’s his name? How long have you been seeing him?”
Angela laughed and said, “You’re just throwing shit against the wall to see what sticks.” I evoked the witness that Claire had mentioned as proof. She laughed harder and then got serious. “I have been seeing someone for quite awhile now. I can’t tell you his name because it’s not a ‘he’.”
She could knock me over with a feather. “You’re involved with another woman?”
All Angela said was, “DUH.” I had no words in me to continue this conversation either. I stood there silent for several moments and then just turned and headed for the bedroom. I slid under the sheets. Angela followed close behind and slid under the sheets on her side of the bed. We were both just staring at the ceiling for a long time.
Angela spoke first, “I don’t want to change anything. We’re comfortable in our indifference toward each other. It’s been years in the making. I don’t want a divorce, even when Claire is out of the house.” She was quiet again for several moments before she said, “You have your daughter and I have mine.”
I didn’t dare ask what that meant.
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