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

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“You’re so special, my little girl. I love you more than anything else, you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy. It’s the same for me.”

A few minutes later and the two of them had detached themselves from one another, and they were now trying to tidy themselves up. Kim had managed to stuff her somewhat bruised and tender tits back into her bra, and she was buttoning up her blouse. Then, she recovered her panties from the floor of the car and was pulling them up her legs.

“You might be a bit messy down there.” He said, looking intently at her still enflamed crotch.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I want to feel your cum inside me. When you drop me off at school, I want to walk through the gates, having your semen soaking up my panties. It’s so fucking hot, knowing I have my Daddy’s nasty spunk bubbling away in my tight little gash.”

“Is that a fact?”

“Oh yes, absolutely. All those other kids, those teachers; walking around amongst them, knowing that only minutes earlier I was fucking you. I had my father’s cock inside me. I still have his cum inside me. It’s so sexy. I’ll tell you what. When the bell goes for recess, I’ll head straight to a toilet stall and take a photo of me rubbing my twat. Then licking your cum from my fingers. Would you like to see that?”

“Christ, yes. Although why don’t you make it a video?”

Kim smiled brightly at her father, straightening her thigh-high socks, and brushing down her short plaid skirt.

3

Back home and Annie Clemence was soaking in the tub. This was something she enjoyed doing to an almost inordinate extent. When they bought the house, around ten years earlier, when the kids were still fairly little, one of the things that clinched it for her, was the ginormous tub in the ensuite bathroom of the master bedroom. Many a morning would find her reclining in a hot bath, enjoying an hour or so of quiet self indulgence.

She was, of course, blissfully unaware of what her husband and their daughter had been getting up to, only a few miles away. Although, to be fair, why would she be aware? The horrendous truth of what they were doing, was so outrageous, so extraordinary, so unbelievable, it would never have even crossed her mind. She knew her husband and child had a special bond, but not that kind of bond.

Annie was a homemaker, a housewife, a full time mom; although she spent precious little of that time looking after the family home. A cleaner came in twice a week and took care of that. Annie spent most of her days in a kind of stupefied indolence. Sometimes she went out and met with friends. She played the occasional game of tennis, or other games. But a lot of time was spent on her own. She was lonely. She was bored. But more and more often these days, she was so fucking horny.

She couldn’t explain her raging libido. Annie had always enjoyed a healthy appetite when it came to sex, Ray could certainly vouch for that, but recently her desires had exploded. She didn’t think it was some strange early manifestation of the menopause; she was surely too young for that. Whatever the cause, it was real and it was problematic. She was getting so turned on all the time, she had to rub herself off at least two or three times a day.

She had been feeling frisky all morning, even as she had made breakfast in her pyjamas and robe. Once she was alone, she headed straight to her room, to find herself stood before a full length mirror at the foot of her bed. She and Ray liked to watch themselves as they fucked. So many times she had seen herself, naked, on her hands and knees; her big, burly husband behind her, his thick cock brutally pounding away at her cunt or her ass, her huge tits swinging back and and forth in rhythm with his thrusting hips.

That was one use she had for that mirror. But there was another. Annie had a little secret, a little weakness. Something she had kept from everyone, even from her husband. Whenever she could, whenever she was alone, she liked to disrobe in front of that mirror. She supposed she had a peculiarly robust narcissistic streak. A not inconsiderable thread of physical vanity that was laced through her, like the marbling of a rich chocolate cake. Annie got hugely turned on by the sight of her own body.

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