Father beds daughter, so mother sets out to seduce her son

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“Well, that’s very interesting.” He replied. “You are a very beautiful young woman, if you don’t mind me saying?”

“Not at all. Thank you. And you’re a very handsome man, Mr Clemence. If you don’t mind me saying.”

He was silent for a few moments. Then…

“Why don’t you stand up, and give me a little twirl.”

“Of course, I’d be delighted.”

She got up slowly and turned round on the spot. Her skirt had ridden up a little, her stockings still on show.

“You talked about discipline, Ms Greer?”

“Kourtney.”

“Sorry, Kourtney.”

“Yes, I did. I’ve been somewhat…wayward in recent years.”

“Wayward?”

“I’ve broken a lot of rules. I’ve been a little reckless.”

“Really, in what way?”

“I’ve consumed quite a lot of alcohol. I’ve dabbled in drugs.”

“What drugs?”

“Mostly pot. But a few pills. Even a little coke.”

Ray could vouch for that personally. In the few months they had been together, they had played around quite a bit with narcotics. They’d smoked a whole ton of weed. Getting stoned before they fucked was practically mandatory. But there had also been ecstasy and speed.

And then there was the time he procured some extremely high-quality cocaine. He had booked them into a grand hotel suite for the weekend, both of them spinning separate tales of bullshit, to excuse them for a couple of days. It was their two month anniversary, and Ray had a fantasy to snort a couple of lines off his daughter’s tits. It was only fair he let her have a go, and soon enough the pair of them were fucking like a pair of Energiser bunnies.

“Yes, it certainly sounds like you’ve been a bit of a wild child.” He said, matter-of-factly.

“That’s not even half of it. There’s the sex too.”

“The sex?”

“Yes. I love to bone. Actually, there’s more to it than that. I like pussy as well as cock.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. I can munch away at a girl’s gash for hours. And I can blow dick all day and all night.”

This was only a slight exaggeration. Kim had most definitely not been a virgin, the night Ray fucked her for the first time. The car crash had hindered her sexual opportunities, but she’d been busy before her father ever got involved.

“Well, I’m very glad you came here today, Kourtney. Your story is of great interest to me.”

“It is?” She said, one eyebrow raised.

“It certainly is. I feel you were absolutely right. You have a desperate need for discipline.

“You think so?”

“Absolutely.”

“And do you think you could be the man to administer this discipline?”

“I do. Why don’t you bend over the desk for me.”

Kim walked up to the edge of the desk. It was a big mahogany number, wide and imposing. She placed her hands on the dark, rich wooden surface and leant forward. Ray walked round behind her, standing a few steps back, admiring the impressive view.

“Lift up your skirt.” He said.

“Is this a normal part of the interview process, Mr Clemence?”

“Do as you’re told.”

Her hands moved slowly off the desk and found the hem of her skirt. She pulled it up, struggling a little with the daunting obstacles that were her hips and butt. It was a tight piece of clothing and she was a curvy little thing. Finally, the skirt was hitched up all the way and her buttocks were unleashed, jiggling and rippling in all their succulent glory.

Ray had seen his daughter’s ass plenty of times by now. He’d fucked it a few times too. But it was always a breathtaking sight. So soft. So perfect. He gasped slightly, watching that smooth skin glow like a rare element. Butt-anium? Ass-ium? Something like that. He stepped forward and cupped her buttock, gently caressing a cheek with both wonder and joy.

“I see you’re wearing a thong, Kourtney?”

“Yes.”

“We have a very strict dress code at this office. Very strict. None of our female staff are allowed to wear panties.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. I’m very sorry, Mr Clemence.”

“Do you want me to take care of that problem, Kourtney?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

He dropped to his knees behind her and took a moment to stroke and rub her ass, his fingers barely touching her soft skin. He could smell her arousal. Then he slowly tugged at her thong and pulled it down her legs. The wetness of her pussy acted as a kind of natural adhesive and the shiny material clung to her for a second or two. But then the resistance ended and he pulled the panties free. They rolled up as they moved down her legs, then she silently stepped out of them, one stockinged leg after the other. He brought them to his face and inhaled deeply. Then he slipped them into his pocket.

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