My Best Friend's Daughter Pt. 02

I couldn't quite believe what had transpired that morning between myself and Anne. She had slipped into my bed early in the morning before the rest of the house was awake and had taken advantage of my morning wood and my inability to act rationally when my dick was involved. Anne, on her 18th birthday, had shown herself to be as confident and wily as any woman I had ever met. What had happened to the sweet, charming and innocent girl I had watch grow up over the years? How had she reached the point where she walked out of my room, my cum still dripping from her pussy, telling me she 'owned my ass' now?

But my immediate problem that morning was trying to ensure no one else had the slightest suspicion as to what had transpired between us. My life as I knew it had just been turned upside down, I needed time and space to think, to plan a way out of this mess. No one would understand, not least my best friend Kate who was the mother of the girl I had just fucked. I mean, if any one of my friends had done that to my daughter on her 18th birthday I am pretty sure they would be in hospital and me prison. This group of friends had been the one constant, reliable and trusted thing in my life since my school days. They were everything to me and I had just planted a metaphorical bomb under the whole thing.

I had to run. I know, it's cowardly. But it's what I do. Every time someone spoke to me that morning over breakfast I jumped, thinking this was going to be it, the moment I was exposed. And when Anne joined us round the breakfast table, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, folding her long legs beneath herself on the dining chair, catching my eye as she reached for a croissant, I knew then that there was no escaping my predicament. Her look as she bit into her croissant, her eyes still locked onto mine, was assertive and challenging. She was warning me, daring me even, that she had meant every word and I was at her mercy now.

"Did you sleep ok Jay? I thought I heard you up with the larks this morning?"

Anne was almost playing with me now, like a cat does with a mouse it has caught. I tried to answer but my mouth had suddenly become as dry as the Sahara and words would not form. All I could muster was a cough and a splutter, so shocked was I by Anne's ability to fuck with my mind. Clearly, she knew how vulnerable she had made me and was reinforcing that for both our benefits. She wanted me to realise how powerless I was and it had worked. That is when I knew I had to get out there.

After Kim had finished smacking me on the back to help me with the croissant he assumed must have lodged in my gullet, hence my coughing and spluttering, I excused myself from the breakfast table and went to hide in my room to get my thoughts together. Only, it wasn't 'my' room I was sleeping in, it was Anne's room, which was made very apparent when Anne walked into the room without knocking moments after me.

"Sorry just need to grab some clothes from the room." She said in a voice loud enough to be overheard, followed in a lower voice just for my benefit "couldn't stay away from the scene of the crime, could you?"

"Are you trying to ruin my life? What was all that about down there?" I 'shout-whispered' back at her.

"I'm not trying to ruin your life, Jay. I was just letting you know who owns your life now. That's all."

"Fuck. Anne. What happened. What did I do to you? I thought we were close?"

"I grew up. And yes, we are close, and, in the future, we will be even closer that I can promise you. But I saw what you were planning on doing with my mum so I stepped in to make sure that would never happen. Mum is emotionally vulnerable right now and I won't have you taking advantage of that. Do you understand?"

"But there was no need for this? I feel my life falling apart here. I do t deserve this!"

"Yes, you do!" Anne spat back at me, more angrily than I had imagined she could. "You proved to me this morning that when it comes to your dick you can't be trusted to make the right choices. The same dick that would be willing to mess with my mum's feelings if the opportunity arose. So don't start feeling sorry for yourself Jay."

"I would never..." I began to counter but I couldn't finish that thought as we both knew it was nothing more than wishful thinking on my part. I was weak, and like most men, I make decisions with my dick and not my heart or head.

"But you can't do this to me Anne. That's not how things work."

"I am doing it. I need a life in Manchester, and you can provide one. If you care for me like you always tell me you do then you will be happy to help me out. And this way I can make sure you keep your paws and your dick away from my mum. It's the perfect solution."

"Ok look. I will find you a place to live. I will help you out with bills and stuff. I can do that. But what happened this morning can never happen again, do you understand that?" Surely Anne must see that this has to stop right now?

"I think you are kidding yourself again. You don't have a say in the matter. Your ass is mine. If I want to fuck you again I will. If I want you to get on your knees right now and kiss my feet you will. You need to understand this and quickly Jay. You know you couldn't resist me this morning. You know you never will be able to. And that's even if we forget that if my mum ever found out you fucked me she will never forgive you."

I couldn't reply. I just stood in the small bedroom, motionless and speechless. The silence in the room was thick with meaning. And the way Anne looked at me told me she understood the meaning completely.

"Turn around. I need to get dressed and you don't deserve to see me naked right now." Anne's expression as she told me this reminded me of my old school maths teacher, who was nicknamed "the tank" because no one would ever risk standing up to her.

So I revolved 180 and faced the bed. I listened to the sounds of drawers being opened and shut, clothes being removed, a shuffle of feet on the floorboards.

"Ok Jay, turnaround"

I did as I was told. This was becoming a habit very quickly, despite my better judgement.

Anne was now clothed in a stunning summer floral dress, knee length, and a lemon yellow which completed her gently tanned skin. Anne would light up any room today. She had tied her hair up too, in a loose bun with a wooden hairpin, in a way only women know how and appears to be witchcraft in the way hair can thus defy gravity. Anne clearly enjoyed watching me take in and absorb her effortless beauty and grace.

"Take these. Wash them please. I put these on this morning to avoid your cum from dripping out of me at the breakfast table. I don't think me putting them in the laundry basket for mum to find is a good idea, do you?"

"Christ no. Good thinking." I replied honestly as I took the panties from her and stuffed them into my pocket quickly, out of sight. "But this is why we can't do this anymore. Don't you see that?"

"I'm bored of this now Jay. You need to accept what is happening to you and you need to do it quickly."

"But Anne..." was as far as I could get before I was silenced by a finger to my lips.

"Maybe if we made this clear in another way? Kneel. Here, now. Kneel at my feet."

"What? I'm not going to kneel." I tried to resist.

Thwack!

Anne unleashed a slap across my face. It stung and I could feel my cheek redden. I couldn't retaliate - not only because I was so stunned by what just happened but Ibecause could never hit a woman, not even in retaliation. But also, because part of me was beginning to accept my fate. The slap woke me up to my predicament and I knew I had to comply. At least here, where Kate or any of my friends could walk past and here the negotiations over my new life taking place. For now at least, I had to acquiesce.

So, I sank to my knees as she stood calmly above me, all but a metre away, arms folded under her smallish but still very pronounced and confident bosom.

"Kiss my feet. Both feet. Gently and respectfully."

I didn't hesitate. I had given up on resistance for now and so leant forward and left a very light peck with my lips on the top of each bare foot.

"Good boy." Anne acknowledged my compliance with an added nod to my status. "From now on, when we are alone you can refer to me as Miss or Miss Anne, I think. It feels right that you remember who is in control here."

"Yes Miss" I replied and at that Anne left the room, leaving me on my knees contemplating the mess I had gotten myself into.

But there was a bigger danger that I had to confront right now than even the threat of Kate or the others discovering what had taken place. And that was my dick. As soon as I had uttered the words "Yes Miss" my dick had flickered into life and was now stood proud, tenting in my trousers. Fuck! How did Anne do this to me? Or did she know something about me that I didn't know myself?

The house was busy with activity now, the other side of the bedroom door, where I was hiding, unable to pluck up the courage to face what may happen next in my turmoil. But I needed have worried, the turmoil was coming to find me.

"Knock knock. Are you decent?" Kate said, not waiting for a reply and poking her head around the door. "Damn, I should have quicker!" she joked.

"Ha ha it's too early in the morning to see me in anything but a fully clothed state, and you've only just had breakfast." I replied with an attempt at self-deprecating humour, thinking this was as good a smoke screen as any.

"Just came to give you a big hug and a kiss my lovely." Kate said, not waiting for an invitation and planting both on me before I could ask why.

"Anne just told me that you would help her find a flat In Manchester and generally be around to help if she needed it. I was going to ask you if you wouldn't mind but you beat me to it. Thank you. She's my little girl, always will be and it will be good knowing she has you to turn too if she needs it whilst she's so far away from home."

She doesn't waste any time or miss a trick does she I thought.

"It's the least I could do. You looked after my little girl when she studied here. And besides I'm very fond of your Anne. She's amazing. Just like her mum."

Every word was honestly spoken. I didn't have to pretend here. Maybe not the whole truth spoken but it was still the truth.

"But I have some bad news. My neighbour just messaged to say there was a storm last night and tiles have come off my roof. I will need to go home to sort it being fixed."

I was thinking on my feet but the flight instinct was very strong.

"Oh no, Jay, of course. There's no one else who can sort it for you is there?"

I lived alone since my separation and the kids were long gone now. This was easy to explain as my problem to sort out.

"I wish. But I can't risk any worse damage. I have to get it sorted. I'm so so sorry. Can't believe I'm going to miss out on this weekend."

"Oh, I know babes that's such a shame. Everyone will be gutted. Who is going to do the 80's karaoke if you're not here to rice them and lead the way?"

I loved Kate so much. She was always so supportive, so warm-hearted, witty and just bloody good fun. I can't believe our friendship is now trashed when it was so close, just last night, to moving to the next level.

I had my way out for now though and the relief was palpable. I could get away and make plans, prepare for getting myself out of this mess before Anne turned up in a few weeks' time.

But Kate was about to throw a spanner of her own into the works.

"I wanted to speak about last night too" Kate whispered, turning away momentarily to gently close and lock the bedroom door.

I knew there this was heading. I fancied her something rotten and, usually, nothing would have pleased me more than to have this conversation with her. I wasn't much of a moralist, I knew she was still married but I also know that was well on its way to divorce with or without my help. But my problem was Anne, who had made it absolutely clear that I should leave her mother well alone.

"That was a moment a wasn't it. Probably for the best that Anne came in just when she did I guess?" I ventured.

"mmm, I was a little disappointed but guess it was better that she came back then than 10 minutes later" Kate joked, with a devilish smile I hadn't seen from her in many years.

"Kate you know I have always fancied you. So much. But you know this can't work even if John is away and Anne not in the house. It risks everything for us do you not think? Our friendship?"

Kate paused, contemplating her response here. She didn't want to get into a discussion about the merits or otherwise of us hooking up. She was just at this moment a frustrated wife and mother who needed a good fuck. Wasn't she entitled to have that, just like everyone else was it seems?

So Kate didn't try to persuade with words. That wasn't how she would get what she wanted, what she needed. No. She walked forward slowly until she was just inches away from my face and looked deep into my eyes, holding my focus while her hand found its way to my crotch. Her naughty smile told me she had found what she was looking for as her fingers gripped my shaft the best they could through my trousers and boxer shorts. I tried to step back but my legs wouldn't move, the signals from my brain were being overwritten by the signals from my dick. I wanted her hand to be there so much. I kissed Kate now. Because I didn't have any words to say, only feelings to express. My lips had missed a kiss like this for so many years, passionate and firm, wet and desperate. Our tongues entwined just as they had begun to do the night before, but this time both of us fully sober and aware of where this was leading.

As my head, in constant battle with my dick, struggled to retain control over my body, Kate took decisive action that would seal my fate. She slipped from my embrace and worked her way to her knees, all the while holding and rubbing my dick. As she arrived at eye level with the object of her desire, she undid my belt and fly and while her other hand hurriedly ferreted around inside my shorts to release my dick. She wasted no time to take this into her mouth. Just the tip at first, pulling the foreskin back along the shaft to expose my glans to the full attention of her lips and tongue. Before long she was working her way down the shaft, taking me further and further into her. Her hand working and massaging my balls at the same time. She had definitely learnt a trick or two since we last dated as teenagers I thought in a moment of clarity as my brain otherwise started into shutdown mode.

When had I last had sex twice in one morning? I didn't dare to think but my dick was belying its 50 years right now and showing great enthusiasm for the task at hand. It was standing tall and proud and loved being inside Kate's mouth. But it wasn't where it really needed to be. It wanted to claim Kate fully, to leave its offering deep inside her, just as it had done with her daughter a couple of hours earlier. How fucked up was that? Freud would have a field day if he knew but my brain had given up entirely, given my body up for whatever needs and impulses drove it.

"Oh Kate you are so fucking good at that but I need to fuck you right now."

"Fuck yes" Kate agreed. She stood up now and leant over the chest of drawers from where her daughter had recently found her clothes for the day, her discarded night shirt in a pile on the floor beneath where her mum now stood.

Kate looked amazing from this angle. Her years of marathon running and fell-running had kept her in amazing shape, and her ass was perfectly tight and well-formed inside her jeans. But I needed to see and feel in the flesh. So I reached around her to unfasten the jeans and quickly pulled them and her panties down to her ankles. There was nothing delicate about how this was unfolding, just unbridled passion on both our parts. We wanted to devour each other. I began by devouring her ass. In the past I might work up to this slowly. I have always had a passion to taste and to smell a woman's arsehole, a little of embarrassed of my lust for being there, worried I might scare my partner away. Any hesitation I may have had was already long gone and planted my face between her cheeks as soon as her pants had reached her ankles. I took a big breath, first to inhale every scent emanating from her, then to sustain me while my tongue explored every inch of her, along her darkest valley and up deep inside her.

"Oh yes Jay" Kate moaned as my tongue worked its way inside her "fuck that's so good. Fuck Jay!" Kate was as turned on as I was and she needed me just as much. There was no turning back.

Having sated my appetite for ass for a minute or two, my dick decided enough was enough and it wanted to rejoin the party. So I stood up behind Kate now, I licked my fingers and went in search of her pussy so I could prepare her for what was to follow. As my hand reached between her legs and found her labia I realised there was no need for any added lubrication from my saliva or encouragement from my fingers. Kate was already fully wet and wide open.

Neither of us could manage words now, only the odd fuck, but mainly grunts of passion and pleasure.

My dick was dripping with precum by the time I showed it to the opening it needed to pass through. I tried to maintain calm and to enter Kate slowly, it had been decades since I was last here, but as soon as the tip of my dick touched the waiting and hot with anticipation labia, I could hold back no longer and plunged deep inside her with one long strong movement. I let Kate take my weight now as she leant over the chest of drawers, using my hands not to secure my balance, but instead to find a way up under her jumper towards her boobs. These were proper mum boobs, they had served their primary purpose and weren't as pert as they once were, but they were amazing nonetheless, plump and bountiful in my hands, and to my delight, sensitive and responsive to my touch. Here we pounded away for several minutes, hot and sweaty and not as quietly as we should have been. Here we realised inhibitions and denial were fruitless. Our bodies needed this like they needed air.

We were both in a hurry though. We knew we needed to finish before anyone decided to come looking for us or worse, to try coming through the locked door. That would take some explaining. Luckily my dick and balls and were ready to comply with the demands of time, and as soon as I felt the first ripples of an orgasm work its way from Kate's groin, through her stomach and thighs, and causing her knees to shake, my own climax followed almost instantly in its wake. My second load for the morning pumping itself into the vaginas of the same family, daughter followed by mother. The primal and taboo nature of this deed only serving to make the climax greater and the deposit of my cum even bigger.

We stood there for a while, both getting our breath back and reclaiming some degree of composure. Eventually I felt my dick soften and slip from between her pussy lips, sodden and dripping as we both were. I released my grip on her boobs and helped straighten her jumper from behind. As we both straightened ourselves into the vertical, pulling up our respective underwear and trousers, we held each other in a warm tight embrace. No words were needed. We both knew this was a long-awaited and anticipated act that was always going to happen as some point.

Kate looked at me and held her hand again affectionately against my cheek "This I snot over mister. I will see you in Manchester soon. Maybe when I bring Anne over to settle into her new flat, when you've helped her to find one?"

And boom, back to reality! The mention of Anne's name brought every fear and anxiety about my life crashing down around my ears back into sharp focus.

"I can't wait" I said, kissing Kate deeply before she unlocked and slipped out of the door.

Straightening myself out, giving myself a whore's wash in the bathroom to remove the worse evidence of what had transpired that morning (the queue for the shower was always too long int he morning to deal with this properly), I packed up my stuff, said my goodbyes to everyone over a prolonged coffee and stood ready to make my way out.

"Ok that's me. I had better you and leave you folks. Be good now."

"Where are you going Jay? Are you leaving?"

Anne had chosen that moment to reappear at the breakfast table. She looked genuinely surprised and a little hurt.

"I have to go, Anne, sorry. I was going to come to find you to say goodbye. I have a problem with the roof that needs sorting out urgently. I'm so sorry."

I genuinely was sorry for not having told her first. She did look hurt.

"Oh mum, stop him. Make him stay." She pouted to her mum, playfully this time.

"He has to go sweetie. He has a hole in his roof."

"But I was going to ask if I could go back with him tomorrow to start looking for a flat. I thought he was going to help?"

Oh she was good I thought. She knows which strings to pull and when.

"Have you asked Jay if that's ok? You can't just assume?"

"Jay may I please come back with you to save me having to get the train next week so I could start looking for a flat? Pleaaaaase?"

She was play-begging me now. She knew there was only one answer I could give.

"That's a great idea. Keep me company on the drive too. I'm choosing the music though, none of your modern crap young lady!" I tried to sound nonchalant and on audio in return, hiding me feeling that I was sinking further and further into trouble.

This feeling was only compounded when pulling out of the driveway, a short 30 minutes later, I felt her hand grip my thigh, even as we were both smiling and waving goodbye to her mum and my friends, all gathered outside. Did she know the effect this hand on my thigh was having on my cock or was this just to remind me I was in her total control now.