FAMILY TABOO,Incest stories, Parents get after-dinner delight from daughter, It’s those unexpected moments that bring the memories that last a lifetime. My wife, Julie and I (Mike) had been married for nine years. Julie had two children by a previous marriage. The children, Jason (21) and Mandy (19), although they were my step-children, accepted me like their own dad. Jason and Mandy lived with us. Their “father” a military man, lived across the state. They loved their father, which I’m glad to say. We went through all the normal life adventures of raising children through adolescence, and had a close and comfortable relationship with the kids.
Being their step-dad allowed me to be a parent and also a friend at times. I was very close to both Jason and Mandy, but they did not take advantage of my friendship and respected me as a head of the household. As I mentioned, their father was a military man, an officer, and very good at being the commander. Unfortunately, not very good at being a person, which caused an uncomfortable distancing between him and the kids. I knew my role as a parent, but had more of an involved approach to keep the house in order. This created a relaxed atmosphere around the house, but things always seemed to get done. Perhaps this is why Julie left him and found the attraction to me, which is another story.
Hugs, touches and kind word were normal, and became commonplace even as the kids went through their teen years. It was always an appropriate action, and seemed to be enjoyed by all. Humor and even silliness were encouraged and laughter was music that filled our home. And it was almost uncommon to see a teen boy or girl hugging a parent, so Julie and I felt pleased whenever either Jason or Mandy would throw an arm around our shoulder or give us a peck on the cheek for no reason. Life gets too heavy, too often and too fast as I knew from my own childhood.
Mealtime was always an event. I enjoyed cooking as my form of relaxation after a hard day at the office, and the various delicacies was often anticipated by the Julie and the kids. But mealtime was more than food. They all knew it, and in fact gave me a gourmet apron on Fathers Day last year as a way to celebrate future meals on a regular basis. It was normally 7 or 8PM before I could unwind a little, throw on my apron and get to business in the kitchen. Julie would often take care of the bills during this time, and the kids would finish their homework and catch a shower before dinner. Quite often as it was late in the evening, we would eat dinner dressed in our pajamas, robes, or for the girls, their nightgowns. Nobody thought anything of it, nor made mention. This became our leisure time to talk and share the day’s events and emotions. It was a safe place and discussion on just about any topic was encouraged.
Personally, I enjoyed the camaraderie, and simple times at the table. This event often extending into the evening with dinner, dessert and on weekends, the occasional table game. As the kids matured, the dinners continued, but took on a different dimension as conversation was more often along an adult context. We still often had pajamas or loungewear, and Jason would wear his boxer which in this day and age is perfectly acceptable. Julie and I still wore pajamas or a robe and Mandy would wear a youthful gown or printed nightshirt that extended beyond her panties. It was fun and sexy in an innocent sort of way.
Julie and I noticed that for the past couple of years, that Jason and Mandy had been trying out their new expressions of emotions on each of us. Jason would playfully flirt openly with Julie, and Mandy would seek my attention and approval. Conversations became more personal for each of us as well. Jason would talk to me about “guy stuff” but when it came to intimate feelings on how a woman felt or what she expected from a guy, Julie shared that he would turn to her for advice. Mandy on the other hand was not as verbal about her emotions but sought from me more of a physical approval of her attractiveness as a young woman. Occasionally, I had the feeling that she was in competition with her mother for my time and attention. I suppose this in normal development for a woman and daughter. She would ask me to do small favors for her that I knew she had the time and ability to do, and stand by attentively as I completed the task. Each time rewarding me with a hug or nuzzle and kiss, then off she would go.
Friday nights were “Date Nights” for Julie and me. This became a weekly ritual that the kids expected and respected. Our dates were at home and involved a romantic dinner alone by candlelight. The kids would eat first then go downstairs to the family room to watch TV, or to their respective bedroom which was also conveniently situated downstairs. Julie at the time was, and still is, a very attractive petite 40 something year old, with long dark brown hair and pert breasts. She exercised regularly to keep in shape. I enjoyed the view as much as the meal.
Our dinners would often be followed by a sexy soft-porn “R” movie in our bedroom or the occasional XXX movie. But our evenings would always lead to very satisfying lovemaking. Sometimes we would have raging hot passionate sex, in several different positions including toys and anal. Or a long slow screw leading up to a sweaty and exhausting orgasm.
As the years passed and the kids became more accustomed to our “dates” and we often dressed in loungewear that we normally would not have on when the kids were around. Julie would wear a sexy (oftentimes sheer) negligee to the table and I would wear silk pajamas. In the summer, the attire became even less as I would wear only the bottoms or silk boxers, and Julie would wear a short sexy nightgown or silk short wrap. Although the kids were not there for the dinner, something would inevitably come up requiring our attention and they would come in to the dining room to talk with us, and then leave shortly thereafter. Julie, being their mom, was comfortable with her body around the kids and knew that the room was dimly lit, so if she was wearing something sheer or open, she would not cover when Mandy came in. If it was Jason, and she was wearing something sheer she would discretely position her body or hold a hand across her breast until he left. On occasion, or depending on how much wine was had consumed, she was even less concerned about Jason seeing her body. Although his conversations were short and to the point, I saw Jason’s curious gaze moving down from her face on occasion, momentarily appreciating the view of Julie’s breasts covered only by sheer fabric, or the rise and roundness of her cleavage open to the waist and barely concealed by the silk wrap. . Thinking back, I think she felt a certain thrill of confidence being admired at by a young man; even it was her handsome son.
Mandy on occasion came up in her nightgown or robe, freshly showered with her long brushed honey blonde hair laying loose over her shoulders, simply needing only to interrupt long enough to give a goodnight kiss to each of us. I enjoyed her smell of soap and perfume filling my senses, and soft silky hair brushing my face and shoulder as she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek before lightly prancing off to bed.
Early one recent Friday evening, Jason was working at his part time job at a local restaurant, and Mandy downstairs preparing to go out with friends. Julie was taking a leisurely bath and I had already showered and changed into silk pajama bottoms for the balmy summer evening. I went downstairs to tell Mandy goodnight and that we were about to start preparations for our meal, which is commonly known in our house as the secret signal that Julie and I want to be alone upstairs. As I turned from the base of the stairs toward the family room, I called out Mandy s name to see where she was. Hearing her reply, I followed the sound of her voice and began my conversation even before I saw her. I was surprised to see Mandy standing casually in the family room facing the full length mirror brushing her hair. She was wearing only a loose fabric skirt, completely naked from the waist up. As a family, we were comfortable in nightwear or minimal attire, but nudity was not normal except for the unexpected surprise encounter. On those occasions, it was brief and hands came up to modestly cover what they could before a calm departure could be made.
As I had announced by arrival, this was certainly not a surprise encounter for Mandy and she made no effort to conceal her nakedness. She stood there and kept brushing her hair making casual conversation with me, as if this was routine. I suppose, I would not have been so taken off guard, if she had a reaction similar to mine. We were all comfortable with our casual and often times limited attire, and although we taught them that the human body was beautiful and nudity was nothing to be ashamed of, we kept it private.
At first, I looked her in the eye trying to remember what I was saying, and to prevent from seeming flustered, but to no avail. She kept talking and brushing her hair in long slow strokes, and turned from the profile to face me, still making no effort to cover her breasts. My gaze lowered to her full and round breasts perched high on her youthful body, and the words began to fail. I stammered though my sentence letting her know we were about to start our evening and wishing her a good night. My mind was racing and thoughts were a jumble. Here I was standing only 10 feet away from this beautiful young woman, my step-daughter, with her bare breasts in full view. I was torn between making a graceful exit and finding something else to say so that I could stay longer. Rational thoughts overtook passion, and I wished her a good night with her friends before heading toward the stairs. She wished us a good night in return and stood there with the casual gentle smile on her face as I left the room.
My legs were like rubber and my mind was still racing, replaying the vision over a hundred times before I reached the top of the stairs. I poured myself a full glass of red wine which was nearly empty in the five minutes that passed before I heard the front door close with Mandy’s departure. Simultaneously, Julie walked down from the hall into the kitchen with her hair piled up in ringlets, wearing only a sheer camisole and smelling of lilac. I stood in the kitchen as she approached, awaiting the gentle embrace of my wife, hoping that would bring me back to reality. As I felt her soft full body embrace against mine, I was suddenly aware of half -erect penis strained against the fabric of my pajamas. I wondered if it was like that for Mandy. No doubt, it was. Julie, unaware of the events only five minutes earlier, offered a devilish grin and throaty groan as she kissed me deeply and pushed her hips into my obviously hardening penis. “Appetizer? For me?” she inquired as she held her hips firmly against mine and squirmed slightly. I was with Julie, feeling her body and looking into her eyes, but my mind was still playing the vision of Mandy’s beauty. I decided to go with the moment hoping to avoid any appearance of distraction thereby arousing her suspicions, and continued kissing and playing around.
After a few minutes of our hot interlude, we moved to the couch to savor our wine, knowing that we had the entire evening, and the house to ourselves. As we talked about our nasty plans for the evening, I admired the lovely view of my wife seated beside me. Julie had her hand in the opening of my pajamas and was stroking my still hard penis. She took a sip of wine, swallowed, and lowered her head into my lap. She pulled open the flap allowing my penis to stand up through the opening, and then placed her soft warm lips over the tip of my penis. She moved her head slightly, never taking in more than the tip. She continued for about a minute until I leaked my wetness onto her lips. She sat up without speaking and kissed me deeply on the lips. I could taste the combination of wine mixed with her saliva and my pre-come. “That is the appetizer I was referring to” she said as she stood and shifted the camisole back into position. I could have passed on dinner right then, but again knew that we had all evening. “Pace yourself” I kept repeating in my mind as I thought about the evening ahead.
The gas BBQ was started on the upstairs deck just before my episode downstairs with Mandy, and I knew it would be more than ready for the marinating steaks, purchased just for this event. I knew I was more than ready… for anything. Thoughts of Mandy flashed into my mind without warning several times that evening, but I was able to put the event in perspective and enjoy the time with Julie.
Dinner and dessert were wonderful and the evening was progressing well. We moved from the dining room to the bedroom accompanied by another fresh bottle of wine. We have a large bedroom and an entertainment center situated within viewing of our bed. We often watch movies in bed and on occasions such as this, enjoy a good XXX movie. There are lots of raunchy stupid fuck films, but if you take the time, it is possible to find a good one, well made, and even with a plot. I knew that Julie, while maintaining a virtuous public image, enjoyed getting very nasty regularly in private. She was not interested in sharing our sex life with others and had not expressed any desire to pursue sex outside of our relationship. However, she had a very active and diverse sexual fantasy life. We have talked about the possibility of a threesome (male or female), and even a sexual encounter with Mandy or Jason, but only playfully at the fantasy level to enhance our sex-life.
Julie was HOT tonight and I knew that she need no encouragement, but again, we were savoring the evening. The movie was so sexy and fortunately well made. It was about a sheik and his unfaithful wife, whom he caught in the act with her lover and second man. Julie liked that fantasy. On more than one occasion she spoke of it when she used a dildo in her pussy, while I did her in the ass. I suppose it is a common male fantasy to have a threesome with your wife and another man. One fantasy and even possibility that I had considered but never suggested. The movie continued with the banishment of the unfaithful wife and his succession of harem girls to somehow satisfy the sheik for his wife’s unfaithfulness.
We undressed during the movie and continued our foreplay as it progressed from scene to scene. We touched, sucked and fucked our way for the next two hours, ending up in a tumble of wet sheets. Our bodies were sticky from our own juices and those we shared. After laying there for a while, kissing and caressing softly as the embers of our passion cooled, Julie excused herself to refresh in the bathroom. We did our best to straighten the sheets, and then went outside to the spa on the deck for one last nightcap. It was nearly midnight when we came back in, walking naked across the deck and through the house toward our bedroom.
Julie went on to bed and I took the empty glasses into the kitchen. As I passed though the kitchen, I thought I saw the lights go on downstairs then off again only a moment later. I knew Jason would be at the restaurant until after closing at 2AM, and figured Mandy was home and now in bed. The vision was trigger again, causing an instant and slight stirring in my groin now that sufficient time had passed, and I was rested and refreshed. I took one quick glance down the stairway to make sure it was clear, and then walked naked down the hall to our bedroom. As I approached from the hall, I could see the glow of candlelight.
Julie was still warm from the spa and was covered only by a cotton sheet pulled up to her waist. Her dark hair and exposed tanned breasts contrasting against the white cotton sheets made for a welcome sight when I entered the room. I slipped into bed next to her and kissed her, cupping and caressing a breast and swollen nipple in my right hand. Her free hand was soft stroking my penis, bringing me fully erect.
While in our embrace, I heard a creak from the hall and thought perhaps Mandy was coming to our room at the end of the hall. She often stopped in to say goodnight whenever the door is still open. I looked toward the hall and did not see any lights on, but heard the soft padding of bare feet on the carpet signaling her approach. Mandy appeared in the doorway illuminated by only the soft flickering candlelight. She hesitated for a moment, realizing that we were only partially covered, but did not turn away as if seeking permission to enter. Perhaps she emboldened by our earlier encounter. Julie offered a welcoming greeting to Mandy and laid back on the pillow. She casually pulled the sheet up high enough to barely cover her breasts as if to invite Mandy to enter. We laughed softly when Mandy said she was sorry for interrupting but thought it was ok to come see us since the door was open. She was wearing a short summer cotton robe, with a small floral print and lace around the edges. Her hair was loose and over her shoulders.
Mandy first made her way over to her mom, sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to hug and kiss her good night. They talked briefly about Mandy’s evening, and then she stood and made her way over to my side of the bed. Julie was still holding my penis under the covering sheet and had stopped stroking with Mandy’s arrival, but gave a soft squeeze from time to time. The loose sheet would have done little to conceal my erection but fortunately Julies arm tented the sheet sufficient to hide the outline.
Mandy stopped beside the bed and looked at me, then toward her mom and then back to me again still without speaking. Instead of kissing me, she stood there in a moment in awkward silence. I was on laying face up propped on my elbows, with Julie now lying on her side, facing towards me pressing her nakedness against me under the sheets. Julie was aware of my discomfort and I believed somewhat amused knowing that she was holding my penis without Mandy’s knowledge. It was a cruel game, as if she was getting away with something at my expense (and obvious pleasure).
Julie was keenly aware of the awkward silence and called Mandy’s name to get her attention. Julie, leaned into me, placed her head on my chest and resumed her stroking, her hand traveling the length of my erection under the sheets. Mandy leaned forward and did not kiss me but pulled my head gently toward her, placing the side of my face in the valley of her breasts. Her robe remained closed but I could clearly feel the warmth and softness though the thin cotton fabric. Her free hand stroked the back of my head gently. I looked at Julie and her expression was one of smoldering passion and without reservation, seemingly not discouraging the shared gentle embrace. She slid her leg over mine and gained a firmer grasp on me, her movement allowing the sheet to fall exposing her breasts again.
Mandy’s hand moved down to the base of my neck, then over my shoulder, stopping in the middle of my chest. I felt her fingers hesitantly toying with the hair on my chest, then moving lower under my arm and around my chest, gently encouraging me to lie back fully. As I slid back she took a seated position on the bed and pulled her hands back to the tie of her robe. She slowly pulled the loosely knotted belt and continued pulling until the robe opened and slid from her shoulders into a crumpled heap. Julie’s rhythm slowed, then stopped but she did withdraw her hand. Her breathing deepened and I could feel the slow motion of her hips grinding into the side of my leg, welcoming and encouraging the advances of her daughter. Mandy, still seated leaned forward pressing her nakedness into my chest and kissed me deeply on the lips. Her tongue was snaking around my mouth teasing my tongue and lips. Her hair was falling across my face and shoulders, covering me in a shroud of perfumed silkiness.
She rose only slightly as I felt Julie lifting the sheets allowing Mandy to enter and lay the entire length of her body on my nakedness. Mandy was motionless on top of me, her lips lingering on mine, and Julie was fully pressed against my left side, her free arm behind Mandy encircling and sealing our embrace. Mandy raised her head, kissed her mother on the lips. I turned slightly to enjoy a mutual kiss and dance of three flickering tongues. Julie raised and pulled the sheets completely off the bed, then approached Mandy from behind.
Julie laid her body on Mandy’s back and caressed her sides from shoulders to hips, lingering on the softness of Mandy’s breasts and full hips. She was kissing Mandy on the back and neck, while I kissed her face. Mandy began to flex her hips signaling the desire to have me enter her. Julie rose again and positioned herself between Mandy’s legs, spreading her own wetness on Mandy’s swollen pussy, then to my erection.
Julie’s hand guided me into Mandy, and then she resumed her position at my side, still looking deeply into my eyes. We moved together and I looked back and forth between mother and daughter as Mandy’s pace began to quicken. Mandy closed her eyes and shuddered, her whole body as one single quivering muscle until the orgasm began to subside. As I had come twice earlier this evening with Julie, my orgasm was fatefully delayed so Mindy could enjoy herself fully. This was repeated again until she fell onto me fully exhausted and satisfied. Mandy kissed us both again deeply, rolled over to my right side opposite Julie. I looked at Julie and she had the look of “well done”. We laid there with arms and legs intertwined, still without one word spoken, and drifted off to a peaceful slumber.
