Mothers & Daughters

Hi perverts!

This is the longest story I've published on this site so far - if you're looking for a quick one, my other stories are mostly 1-3 pages.

Most of my stories are interlinked, sharing a dirty universe. But this makes chapters tricky.

This is a direct sequel to both 'Syrah Under the Stars' & 'Victoria's Secret vs. Dan's Secret'

You can also find the characters in 'The Tragic Widower' & 'Open Home, Open Legs'

I really appreciate every reader & any site engagement. I read all the comments & even if a story doesn't 'hit the spot' for you, I appreciate your time. Have a great day. Stay kinky, babes! <3

MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS

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Steve had hoped that when his best friend (although he found it harder to think of him as such) had ceased being available, no longer next door, things with Cass would be able to get back onto steady footing.

Before Steve had let Dan cross the line from friend & neighbour to his wife's sexual partner Steve had actually used to FANTASISE about his beautiful wife taking someone else's cock in front of him. For several years he'd even put some pressure on her to try it. He'd loved the idea of watching her ride another man for his viewing pleasure. He'd loved the looks she'd attracted from other men, their lust for her. The pride it gave him for having been the man who won her.

It seemed the issue hadn't been that she wasn't game, but that he'd insisted on choosing the guy FOR her. He'd suggested coworkers of his, acquaintances who belonged to the same church, even signed up for dating apps & picked some options. Turns out, she may have been harboring secret desires for his best friend the whole time.

He'd liked the idea that he could watch other men brought to their knees by his gorgeous, sexy wife & her incredible pussy & that he would earn their envy as he'd get to have her for the rest of his life. But he hadn't wanted the men to feel like actual competition to himself. He wanted THEM to be attracted to her. He hated that he'd ended up watching her having sex with someone SHE was attracted to, perhaps more attracted than she was to her husband.

Now, he couldn't believe it had ever turned him on. It had been one thing when he'd imagined Cass with faceless, anonymous men who might be brief visitors, it was another when the man who'd made her quiver & scream, had made her moan & suck his cock like she was trying to inhale him, was his old college roommate, the best man at their wedding, their daughter's godfather & their nextdoor neighbor.

Dan had ALWAYS been everything Steve wished he'd been. He'd always had the confidence he'd envied. Seeing him plowing his wife... At first he'd put himself in Dan's shoes, imagining himself as his confident, swaggering friend, slightly taller, gym-toned, thick haired, as he watched & jacked off & it had turned him on, but eventually, it had only cemented his own reduced self-esteem.

Feeling trapped by his initial tacit agreement to let Cass & his friend fuck each other in front of him, had turned into a nightmare the longer it went on. So many images he wished he could scrub from his memory. So many insecurities raised by Cass's desire for Dan.

He'd stepped outside their marriage at Dan's bachelor party with a couple of the sex workers, but he'd been high & drunk. & If he was honest, he'd also had a couple of one-night-stands (or few-night stands with coworkers) on business trips (Cass didn't know, didn't need to. He always promised himself it would be the last time).

But those incidents were different from worrying his wife might have feelings for his best friend, & to watching as that friend railed her every week. He worried her orgasms were stronger with Dan. Worried she was faking them with him. Moreover, he worried that she may have been in love with Dan since before Steve even met her.

So when things didn't seem fixed when Dan was out of their bed - even out of their State, their relationship had grown worse. Steve was so jealous & stressed that he snapped at Cass constantly, Cass was exhausted by being blamed & started snapping right back. It seemed as though everything either of them did pissed the other off. His anger grew until even his drive to work was punctuated with road rage, even his relationships with his coworkers were tense.

Then one day, he had to dash home from work for a flash drive & he walked in on Cassie masturbating on their bed with a pair of vibrators. It should have been his dream come true, she was wearing a hot pink bra & crotchless panty set & had both legs open in the air. It was dirty & hot & she looked amazing... & she was filming it on her phone.

He'd watched for a while, but immediately knew the video wasn't for him. It just wasn't the kind of thing she'd do for him - even if they'd been close to an anniversary or something, let alone while they were fighting & bickering almost constantly.

Then he'd stormed into the room & made her show him her phone & there they were, two separate videos she'd made & sent to Dan since he'd left Spokane. Her texts were even more incriminating. It was clear that Dan had been screwing her for years before that 'first' Wednesday night after his wife died. It was clear she opened her legs any time he snapped his fingers. She wasn't just having the 'agreed upon' sex on Wednesday nights when he was 'included' she'd been available to Dan whenever he'd wanted. They'd been having an affair for years.

The fight was ugly. Things were thrown & words were yelled that couldn't be taken back. He hated her. He hated that he'd wasted 20 years of his life worshipping her, feeling like he couldn't measure up, & now here was the proof. She had always wanted Dan. Steve was a consolation prize.

The fight raged on for days. Finally, Steve moved out. He knew he wasn't meant to, that he was meant to stay in the house to retain possession of it but he was so disgusted by her (& by who he felt he'd become) that he walked out. He smashed a lot of stuff on his way, even threw a bottle of wine at their largest flatscreen that was in the living room. There were broken windows, punched walls, red wine stains everywhere, he'd smashed a chair to kindling.

"I'll never be good enough for you, will I?" He spat on his way out.

Cassie had replied, almost stony, "That was always what YOU thought, do you have any idea how hard it's been, living on a pedestal made out of your self-pity? That's not a marriage."

"Oh, how TRAGIC to be loved so much!" He yelled at her.

The house looked like a murder scene. He was amazed he had so much anger inside him. But at least, neither had actually hit each other (although he'd come close). Red & blue police lights were coming down the street as he drove away. Someone had called the cops. He knew it hadn't been Cass, she wouldn't have, but he was still pissed.

They didn't speak for a month until Cass reached out. She texted. "I can only imagine how much you hate me. I hate me too. I know it's just words but I AM really, truly sorry for hurting you & for the things we said & did to each other. If there's any chance we can work on things, even just to get to a civil place for Sabrina, I want you to know I'll make the effort. If you'd like to try counseling, you pick the therapist & I'll be there. I know it will take time. Let me know if you're ever ready to talk. Sincerely hoping you're OK. Cass."

He tapped out a reply, "You cheating cancerous slut, you should fucking kill yourself. You fucking BITCH!"

His finger hovered above the 'send' button. He went back & forth in his mind. After a few hours he thought he should just delete the text she'd sent, block her number. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He left it there, dangling like a hook to catch himself on.

Two days later he'd gone to the strip club he frequented & when he woke the next morning he could hear a baby crying. He lurched out of the unfamiliar bed & found 'Aurora' whose real name was Trish, trying to wrangle a little boy of about four or five years old & a baby girl who must've been around 12-16 months.

He couldn't entirely remember how he got there but he remembered having sex with Trish & there were a couple of used condoms on the carpet which he narrowly missed stepping on with his bare feet. His hangover was one of the worst he'd ever had, he was too old to be drinking almost to a blackout state. Trish was spilling off-brand Fruit Loops into a plastic bowl for the boy while the baby, almost slipping off her hip screamed her lungs out.

When she saw him in the doorway there was an awkward moment, before (surprising himself) Steve reached over & told Trish to hand him the baby. She did, almost stunned. She looked exhausted, defeated. She looked older than she had as 'Aurora'.

"Thanks, handsome," Trish whispered.

She sat at the little kitchen table & scooped the spilled cereal in her hand, topping up her son's breakfast with it before she added the milk.

Steve very gently bounced the crying girl on his knee until she soothed herself & thankfully, for his piercing headache, the crying stopped. He found himself looking into large pale blue eyes in a chubby face. His chest tightened, that baby smell, that warm little bundle, she reminded him of when Sabrina was that age. Sabrina (or as Cass had called her at the time 'Sabby') had struggled with bouts of croup. It had been worse at night when they put her down & her restricted airway meant an upsetting, hacking cough.

"Sorry, she has an ear infection," Trish told him, reaching for the baby.

"It's OK, I've got her" he said, "I mean, I can hold her for longer if you need to do something else? Or?" There was a funny little moment where neither was sure who was holding the baby. He found himself smiling despite himself. "I have a daughter too," he added, awkwardly.

"I was going to put some coffee on?" Trish said, "you want some coffee?"

"YES," he gasped, then, rocking the little girl a bit more, "What about you? Would you like coffee? Coffee? Yeah? Do you want a big cup of coffee from your mommy?"

Trish laughed & seemingly reassured she got up & started measuring coffee into a filter. She made some toast with jelly & got a little tub of something mashed & orange out of the fridge. "What's her name?" Steve asked her.

"Dahlia," she told him, "& that's Ollie." She indicated with a bottle of milk that she put on the table. "It's from powder, sorry," she said, putting a bowl of sugar packets (seemingly collected from all over town) in front of him too.

She poured them both a cup of coffee & put the toast on a plate in the middle of the table for them to share. Then she took back Dahlia. "Thank you," she said, smiling with a little awkwardness.

"You're welcome, thanks for the coffee." He almost took it back when he had his first sip. Usually he drank it black but the coffee was so bitter & burnt that the sugar packets were a welcome relief. He followed her lead & added sugar & milk. They chewed on pieces of toast in silence for a minute. Trish took bites between trying to get the baby to eat the orange stuff.

"Who are you?" demanded the little boy, Ollie. It shocked Steve for a minute, he'd forgotten the kid was there & forgotten to acknowledge him. Ollie had been too laser-focussed on his cereal to speak up before.

"Sorry!" said Steve & started to try & introduce himself.

"This is Mommy's friend Steve," Trish told him. "Don't talk with your mouth fully honey."

Ollie seemed to take it in stride. Soon the boy was telling him a very long story about something called Beyblades. Steve was overwhelmed with all the info & the kid's excitement. His head was killing him. He asked Trish if there was any chance of Advil or something but she shook her head apologetically, Dahlia's ear infection meant they'd used it all up.

He tapped his jeans & found his wallet but not his phone. He spent about half an hour searching her room for it (with Ollie still yammering, constantly) while Trish was trying to clean up things in the kitchen a bit, but no luck. The baby started crying again. That was his cue to leave.

He asked if she'd be able to call him a taxi (he had no idea where they even were). She did. At the door he kissed her goodbye (he thought it felt only polite). He wished he'd been able to shower, brush his teeth, & change. There was a very awkward moment where she cleared her throat & said "So, um, last night we... it's just, I have to take the baby to the doctor & - "

He interrupted, "you want to share the taxi?"

She looked almost as confused as he was. "No, I uh, we said, we agreed to -" & suddenly he remembered. He got his wallet out & extracted a wad of cash, handing some to her. She looked a bit taken aback, "this is more than we -"

"Keep it," he replied, surprised that she'd even mention being overpaid, strippers were usually used to hustling for every dollar. Now that he was on her doorstep in the light of day, the little house, that looked more like an addition tacked on to another addition, looked even more run-down. He gently stroked the baby's cheek. "She's a cutie, you have some good kids there. Thanks for, uh, last night."

"I'm not a charity case," she hissed, defensively. He threw his hands up. She seemed to recalibrate quickly, "Shit. Sorry. I... I'm just really tired, the baby has been keeping me up, you're nice. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Perhaps he WAS feeling charitable. "Don't worry about it. When my girl was her age we were up all night too. It can feel like you're losing your mind." They sort of nodded at each other as he got into the taxi & he watched her go back inside, she was in slippers, short-shorts (that showed off long legs, he'd always been a sucker for long legs) & a ratty looking sweater. 'Everyone's dealing with their own shit' he thought suddenly.

"Where to?" Asked the driver, interrupting his little awakening. Steve told him about the strip club from the night before, hopefully, if someone was there, he might be able to see if his phone was there too. He also asked the driver if there was any chance he had any painkillers. "Sorry pal," was the reply. At least he'd asked.

He almost nodded off during the quick drive. In the carpark he found a ticket on his windshield & didn't find his phone in the car. When he banged on the door to the strip club a middle-aged woman in her mid-fifties answered. He apologised & asked if anyone had found his phone. She asked him to describe it & then handed it to him.

It felt like surprisingly good luck. Not that it would have been the end of the world, but it would've been inconvenient. Pushing his luck he asked if she happened to have any Advil that he could buy from her. The woman smirked & pulled a little bottle of Tylenol out of her jacket pocket, which she shook playfully. He dry-swallowed a couple & gave her a greenback for everything.

When he got back in his car he checked his messages. A few missed calls & a text from Sabrina. "Dad! Did you really move out of the house? Call me!" With shocked-face & crying-face emojis.

Shit. Cass must've finally told her. It was a miracle they'd managed to keep it a secret for that long. She was busy at college but he also wondered if she might be seeing someone she wasn't ready to tell them about. It took her a long time to reply to their calls & emails.

He opened his messages to Cass & saw the bitter drafted reply he'd been going to send sitting there. It'd been a strange morning. He felt like crap, his head was splitting & his hangover would take a couple of days to sleep off. Yet, about an hour ago he'd been bouncing a blue-eyed baby girl on his knee. He'd felt good when he'd overpaid the stripper. It felt good to do something for someone else. He realised it was the first unselfish thing he'd done in a very long time.

He was still furious at Cass. He still didn't know if they could be in the same room together but he thought about Sabrina. Whatever else was going on, he didn't want her to suffer. He deleted the 'cancerous slut' draft. A drive home & a Wake Up Call coffee later he was sitting on the sofa in his new apartment & he typed a new text to Cass. "Not ready to forgive you. But I'll go to therapy. You sort out the therapist, I don't care who they are. I think you still have access to my work calendar. Thurs or Fri are usually least busy. Steve."

His phone immediately buzzed with a reply. "Thank you. Hope you're looking after yourself. I'll let you know when I've found someone who can take us."

He considered telling her he wanted to come by & grab some more of his shit but decided against it. He didn't really need anything else, he'd taken everything he liked out. The apartment he'd found was fully furnished & comfortable, he actually kind of liked apartment-living. He was just angry. He felt angry all the time.

A week later he saw an appointment invitation on his work calendar. At the same time he got a text from Cass telling him who she'd found & where the office was etc. There was a link to the therapist's Yelp reviews. He clicked 'accept' to the appointment without reading further. He didn't really care.

On Thursday at 1.15pm he got to the appointment, finding Cass in the waiting room where they greeted each other stiltedly, & went into the calm room with the palm & low armchairs. Less than fifteen minutes later he was out. It wasn't a stellar first session.

Dr Robinson, or 'Sylvie' as she insisted they call her, had started out by asking them both to reaffirm what they were hoping to get out of their time with her (they'd both answered a short email questionnaire from her before their first appointment). She said it sounded like their goals, at least, were basically the same. To try & get to a place where they could interact civilly without dragging their daughter into it. Cass had also said she didn't want to 'throw away' 20 years of their life together.

He'd scoffed at that & asked if she was still fucking Dan. There was an awkward moment & Sylvie tried to get them both to redirect but Cass actually answered. She admitted that she'd had sex with Dan three times since he moved out. But she said it was over. Completely over. She was in the middle of trying to reassure him when he'd stormed out, slamming the door so hard the whole place shook.

Instead of going back to the office he went back to the stripclub. It was pretty depressing to be at a stripclub in the early afternoon by himself. He paid for two lap-dances for himself & got to drinking. The second stripper was grinding her thick black ass on him when he asked "is Trish working today?" He corrected himself, "Aurora? Is Aurora working today?"

Destynnee (she spelled it out, he thought perhaps it was too specific to be just a 'stripper name') said she had no idea but told him to ask 'Betty' at the bar. The girl was a great dancer though, she knew just the right amount of pressure to apply with herself against him. His cock was fighting against his jeans. When Cater 2 U finished (the perfect choice for Destynnee) he was starting to feel better after the fiasco at the therapist's.

When Beyonce's voice faded from the speakers she'd ground her soft ass on his lap a little longer & whispered, "I know a place we can go if you want to spend a little more, baby."

He'd been a little tempted, even more so when she'd slipped a long-nailed hand into his slacks & grabbed the shaft of his cock, but she had a fakeness to her that he knew he'd tire of. Adult acne covered in thick makeup, hair that looked great but felt like straw, even the seduction in her voice seemed forced. Besides, he didn't want to become THAT guy, the sad divorced man who screwed his way around every stripper in town. He remembered how normal Trish's little apartment had felt. Remembered the apology in her voice when she'd said, "it's powdered milk." Something about the normalcy of their interaction had felt less sordid.

Betty turned out to be the same woman who'd given him his missing phone & some Tylenol. She was an 'older broad' as his dad would've called her. But had clearly been attractive in her day. She smiled with deep dimples in her cheeks, sparkling & clever eyes.

She remembered him. When he asked her if Aurora was going to be working that night she asked "now, what do you want with her?" He stammered a bit about being friends & she seemed to relent. "Aurora's not here 'til tomorrow hun, want me to tell her something for you?" He thanked her, finished another drink & called a taxi.

Instead of going home he found himself knocking on her door while the taxi idled behind him. He'd given the driver an extra $20 to keep the meter running a little in case she wasn't home. While he was waiting he realised how creepy he was being. They'd screwed once, that wasn't an invitation to turn up at her house on her day off. He was turning to go when the door opened.

"Steve?"

He started to apologise, started to explain he was just about to go when she shushed him a little "Dahlia's asleep," she explained & waved him inside. Before he could argue she was going back into the little house. He turned & waved the taxi away & followed her.

He kept apologising, keeping his voice soft for the baby. Trish was pouring another cup of that terrible, thick coffee for him. She asked "what are you here for?"

He didn't know how to say it. He started to explain the therapy session with his estranged wife. He tried to explain the cheating, mixed up with the threesome they'd regularly participated in together, mixed with his worries about his daughter & so-on.

"You're a mess, huh?" She asked.

Steve rankled a little but yeah, he was. He had to kind of agree.

"So?" She asked.

"So?" He echoed.

"So." She said, & she knelt between his knees on the kitchen linoleum. She flirtatiously looked up at him as she slowly unzipped his jeans. "This is why you're here?"

He remembered Ollie. "Uh, the boy's not gonna walk in or anything, is he? Should we go to the bedroom?"

"He's at his Dad's today," she told him, as she freed his dick from his cotton boxers. She pushed her T-shirt up so he could see her breasts, she had large nipples from breast-feeding. He'd been drinking pretty heavily & it took a little while for Aurora to get him hard with her mouth but when she did she gave him a great blowjob. She had an amazing tongue & soon, he was pulling off the thin yellow condom she'd wrapped him in & cumming on her tits.

It was a strange, middle-of-the-day with the curtains open, blowjob. He found himself smiling at the absurdity & relief of it. He felt better. It was as if she'd sucked the stress out of his erection. She used a wet wipe to clean her breasts & she sat on his knee & stroked his shoulders a little. He kissed her. It felt good. Easy. Companionable.

The baby started crying again & Trish got up. "Sorry, but I've got a pretty full plate for the rest of the day," she told him apologetically, to let him know he couldn't stay over (not that he'd planned to). He got out his wallet again. She put her hand on his arm & said "hey, this one's on me. But if you want to make this a regular thing, it's the same as the last time, OK?" He was happy with that. "& you should text first, in case it's not a good time." She gave him her number & he entered it in his phone.

He texted her a heart-eyes emoji. "So you've got my number too."

"In case I need a blowjob?" She asked, flirtatiously.

"In case you need anything." He told her.

She was lifting the baby out of the crib & started to roll her T-shirt up to breastfeed.

He paused in the doorway. He knew it was weird but...

"Would you mind if I watched you do that?"

She gave him a strange look & then shrugged. She sat on the side of her bed & the baby suckled. He leaned against the door, finding himself getting hard again, harder than he'd been prior to the blowjob. He touched himself while he watched. He'd loved watching Cass breastfeed Sabrina. He wondered what it said about him that he was turned on by a woman feeding her baby from her tit. It just seemed so feminine, so natural, & so dirty. Mother & daughter.

He got a taxi back to his apartment & in his shower he closed his eyes & rubbed one out to the memory, he'd been semi-hard the whole drive home & it was a relief. The image of Trish feeding Dahlia was all mixed up with memories of Cass feeding Sabrina. He wondered if his arousal from watching Cass breastfeeding was part of why the idea of watching her get screwed by another man had originally appealed. Had he always wanted to watch? He thought about watching Dan screwing sex workers, he thought about watching Dan holding his wife face-down on their bed, pounding in & out of her asshole as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. How she'd withheld anal unless it was on the nights Dan was there.

He stopped going to the stripclub as much but he started having regular 'dates' with Trish. He usually carried a bit of cash at all times but lately he was taking the maximum out at the ATM so he could set aside multiple payments in advance. It was nice having regular sex that he didn't have to think about. He became a regular visitor to her little home. One day at the grocery store he noticed a Beyblades cereal box, or a cereal with a Beyblades toy inside or something. He thought about Ollie & shook his head.

Then he doubled back & bought it for the kid. He hoped it wasn't too weird, hoped Trish didn't think he was crossing a line or trying to be his 'new dad' or anything. But she'd understood it was just a kind gesture. He also knew the money from 'mommy's part-time work' was helping the little trio.

He'd go to her place, watch her breastfeed the baby, which would arouse him. Then, when the baby girl was burped & safely tucked in for a nap, he & Trish would close the door & he'd fuck her in the ass. Unlike Cassie, Trish's backdoor was always open for business. With the lights off, the curtains pulled, he'd imagine he was screwing his wife.

A few days after the disastrous therapy session Dr Sylvie phoned him.

"Steve, I apologize for how badly our first session went. It's not unusual when tensions are high. That's why I feel like it's important we continue our sessions. You indicated that your goal is to reach a place where you can communicate with each other civilly for your daughter's sake. So I want to encourage you to try again at the next appointment. I really do believe that together we can get you all to a better place as a family."

It felt like a rehearsed conversation but after sleeping on it (& sleeping with Trish again) he decided to give it another chance. He turned up to the next appointment. & the next.

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Things were painful & sometimes he felt like it was a waste of time & money sitting & talking in that room, but gradually, he & Cass were starting to actually talk. Cass had surprised him by really trying to be an open book. She'd admitted to having an ongoing sexual affair for some of the duration of their marriage. Although there had been a period of twelve years where she said she & Dan hadn't touched each other. She said he could ask Dan if he wanted to check, but Steve wasn't sure he'd believe Dan's word either.

She admitted to being in love with Dan, although she tried to explain that now that she looked back, with a little clarity, it was more like she was addicted to Dan. She felt that he had some kind of hold over her, a mental control that she'd felt powerless to fight. She loved Steve too, more than Dan, she told him. It sounded like crap to Steve, but at least they were finally talking about it.

"I know it was never your intention, I know it seems like any woman would kill to be loved as much-"

"Sure, yeah, this is my fault for loving you so much," He smirked, rolling his eyes.

"Like I said, I know it wasn't your intention, the problem was ME. I felt..."

Steve started to dismiss her but Dr Sylvie indicated that he should let her finish her thought.

"I felt like I could never be the person you saw me as. It made me hate myself. Sometimes I felt like the only time I could be ME, was when Dan was there, because he never treated me like a goddess."

Steve had been incredulous, didn't every woman dream of being treated so well? He thought he'd never be able to understand why she'd needed more than him. He thought she must be lying, or crazy.

The worst confession came out early in their sessions & he almost stormed out again.

Dr Sylvie said that Cass had contacted her privately (she wanted to be upfront about that) to figure out how to tell him something that was very hard to admit. Sabrina wasn't biologically his. She was Dan's. Cass found it hard to even get the words out. She was crying so hard. Steve felt like throwing up, like slapping her. He was so angry, the betrayal was so deep. He wanted to scream in her face. He wanted to strangle her. He wanted to deny it. It couldn't be true. & yet. He'd suspected it too. It was the truth. He was physically shaking with rage.

"Not telling you, it was the biggest mistake of my life," She sobbed. "I never stopped regretting it. But I felt like I couldn't, like your expectations of me - that I was perfect - never left me with any room to be flawed. Like any betrayal, big or small (yes, I know this is enormous) would mean you'd hate me. That kind of love, it's like obsession, it turns poisonous, hateful. I'm so sorry, Steve. Steve, you have to believe me, I'm so, so sorry!"

Dr Sylvie asked Cass to leave them alone for the rest of the session & she had. When she left Dan burst into tears. He cried harder than he had since he was a little boy. Sylvie sat with him, even getting out a second box of Kleenex & reassured him that it was a perfectly natural reaction to the betrayal & his grief.

His anger, at himself for not letting himself see it earlier, for not admitting it even though he suspected it. His anger at her for trying to make it HIS FAULT she hadn't had the balls to tell him the truth earlier, felt like a cold, heavy stone in his chest.

Surprisingly, it helped a little bit & Dr Sylvie ignored the time, having her receptionist cancel the next appointment. She let him cry & talk until he was able to pull himself together a bit. Before he left she suggested that he have some solo therapy sessions with a very skilled colleague of hers & gave him a little purple & white business card. She said she'd already checked if he could see Steve without the waiting list, as a favor. He thanked her, although he didn't intend on calling the guy.

However, he did call Trish that afternoon. For the first time, she slept at his apartment. He paid for her to get a taxi there & she said she'd leave the kids with her mom. When she got there they had tentative sex, not their usual. There was something easy about being with her. He cried a little bit. He cried harder when he started to angrily tell her about what his bitch ex-wife had done to him.

The anger spilled into the bed & the second fuck was an angry one. Trish seemed to accept it for a while until she stopped him, it was too angry, he was jackhammering her & it hurt.

"Slow down, baby," She whispered. "Or I won't be able to walk tomorrow."

Frustrated, he tried to. She got him to copy her breathing & hugged him. He did start to calm down but the sadness threatened to overwhelm him.

"Here," Trish said gently. "I've already fed the baby." & she offered him her tit.

He'd never tried it before, although every time he was at her place he'd get turned on watching her breastfeed. He curled up beside her & put his lips around her nipple on her swollen boob. As soon as he started sucking warm milk from her nipples he felt better. He was hooked. She stroked his hair & he felt like a child again.

The slightly sweet liquid filled his mouth, it was warm from her body, it was such a strange sensation to feel it squirt on his tongue. He looked up at her & felt held & safe, like a little boy being soothed by his mom. It was weird, he'd just found out he wasn't really a father, & here he was, acting like his lover was his mother. It was all twisted up. Yet, he felt better. Why fight it? Nursing on her made his cock feel almost painfully hard.

She let him back inside her & he even nursed on her as he slowly, gently screwed her for a while, trying to prolong his ejaculation. He felt the rage subside. They talked, she was a good listener (most sex workers are). She rode on him & he made her cum. Then he pulled out, flicked off the condom & came on the tits she'd fed him from. For some reason the sight of his thick jizz splattering her nourishing boobs was a memory he'd treasure, even despite it being one of the worst days of his life.

"Why does this feel so intimate?" He asked, surprising himself at the emotion in his voice.

She didn't reply, just giggled.

In the morning, instead of putting her in a taxi he drove her home. When he dropped her off he went inside to say hi to the kids & got to meet Trish's mom. Betty from the stripclub. He was floored. It was a little awkward, standing in the kitchen of her stripper daughter after screwing her the night before, but everyone else seemed completely unperturbed. Now that he knew they were mother & daughter he noticed the resemblance. Similar smiles, light blue eyes.

He chatted with Betty & thanked her for babysitting. She offered him a smoke (which he almost accepted). It turned out, Betty was an ex-stripper herself. "A pretty good one too, if you can believe it." She told him with a note of pride in her voice. She'd been good enough & sensible enough with her savings that she'd been able to buy the club where she sometimes worked bar & where her daughter danced.

He thought it was strange that she supported her daughter's career arousing men with her naked body. She seemed to read the thought on his face & laughed & shrugged. "You're only a parent if you love your kids no matter what." She said frankly, blowing a puff of smoke out the kitchen window.

A few days later he rang the number on the purple & white business card & made an appointment to see Dr Anthony Rivers. Rivers turned out to be a psychiatrist. He guessed he should have read the business card more carefully. He was a short man, perhaps 5'4". With a completely bald head & a bushy mustache. Something about him made Steve think of that little French detective from the British whodunnits.

He seemed to have zero sense of humor but something about him put Steve at ease. His office was less comfortable than Sylvia's soft consulting room, but even that reassured Steve. It felt like he was seeing a 'real' doctor, for a 'real' illness (not just having his life fall apart). After a few sessions Rivers put him on antidepressants.

Steve felt like a failure. Was he really so far gone that he needed to be on pills like a crazy person? When he told Trish how he felt she laughed at him. He was offended, it wasn't like her to be so flippant. But then she explained, she showed him the pills in her kitchen cabinet. She'd been on antidepressants for years.

"I bet most of the people you know are on them." She laughed. "They're not for 'crazy people,' they're for people who don't want to GO crazy. & that's sane, right? Only a crazy person would let themselves go crazy instead of accepting a prescription."

"I guess that makes sense," He mumbled.

He'd received another email from Dan a few days earlier. He couldn't stomach it. He didn't know if Dan had any idea how much he hated him. He didn't know if Dan had any idea that his goddaughter was his biological daughter. He didn't have any idea if he knew he was pretty much the cause of their marriage falling apart & Steve's failing mental health. He hadn't replied to any of the few messages he'd got from him.

Mostly they were just casually lighthearted invitations to 'get his dick wet' at a club together. Messages of 'support' where he said 'screw Cassie, men are better off single, plenty of fish to fuck' & shit like that. He'd never addressed the fact that he'd been fucking Cass behind his back for years. Never acknowledged the depths of his betrayal.

He couldn't believe he'd ever trusted that man. Every time he remembered the times they'd screwed Cassie together, from that first, wine-soaked night, he felt bile rising in his throat. Every time he remembered that Dan had screwed her on & off for years before that night he wanted to put his fist through a wall.

He wanted to ruin his life. He wondered if finding out he had an illegitimate daughter would fuck with him, but he suspected it wouldn't even matter. Sabrina was basically a woman now, away at college. In Dan's eyes, someone else had done all the 'boring baby stuff' & raised her for him. Even if he learned he was her father, what was the difference to him? Steve had even been financially responsible for the child for her whole life. He'd see it as a win-win.

But to Steve it cut through his heart like a knife. He HURT. He physically HURT when he thought of it. The pain was almost unbearable. He had been prepared to beg Cass not to tell Sabrina yet but before he could start she assured him that she wasn't going to.

"It's 100% up to you when & if you decide it's right to tell her." Cassie had said. "I'll defer to whatever you decide, whenever you decide. I owe you that, at least."

"You owe me much more than that." He'd muttered reflexively.

"I know, Steve." She'd said with sincerity. "Trust me, I know I do."

That surprised him. She told him that regardless of her betrayal, in her eyes, Steve was & had always been Sabrina's real dad. He'd been a GREAT dad. To Cassie, if the choice was between him & Dan as Sabrina's dad, she'd pick him every time, it was part of the reason she hadn't said anything earlier. She didn't want Sabrina to ever feel like she'd lost him.

"In a million lifetimes I'll never, ever be able to thank you enough for what a great father you've been to her. If you want to tell Sabrina, I'll support you. OF COURSE I'll support you. If you never want to tell her, I'll happily let Sabby live in blissful ignorance for the rest of her life. It's up to you."

He had no idea what to say. He couldn't thank her. She'd ruined his life. Still, her gratitude sounded real.

He was still regularly having sex with Trish. He almost felt like part of that little family too. He learned about her kids' fathers.

She met Ollie's dad, Neil, nearly six years ago & had fallen in love with him. She fell pregnant accidentally & she hadn't realised until she was about four months in. She cooked him his favourite dinner & told him she was pregnant over candlelight & he'd told her to get an abortion. He confessed to already being married (he'd told her he was divorced) & having two teenage daughters. He didn't want any other kids. He didn't want to 'blow up his life for a whore'.

Steve was almost proud of Trish when she told him how she refused to disappear, how she'd followed him & found out where he lived & basically staked out his place until she figured out his wife's name & social media from their mail. How she'd basically been a stalker & after the woman dropped her girls off at school one day she approached her & told her that her husband had knocked her up.

It was messy. It was vengeful. But he really understood her anger. Even if the man's wife was an innocent victim. He could understand the drive to burn everything down rather than be dismissed. He'd often felt the same way. He'd been entertaining ideas of driving down to Dan's place, kicking his door in, then kicking his teeth in. He had vivid fantasies of physically dominating the man. Perhaps publicly. Perhaps sexually. Doing to Dan what Dan had done to his wife.

Things had been incredibly messy after that for Trish, paternity tests, restraining orders. Luckily, Neil never challenged custody, he truly didn't want another child to raise. But she managed to get a small amount of child support from him. Things were still tight, she'd had to find a new place to live almost every year because the landlords kept raising rents. Stripping wasn't reliable money, & her mom helped, but Steve's contribution was helping now, too.

Neil & his wife hadn't divorced, although God knows what they went through. Trish admitted that she still felt really guilty about confronting his wife like that. She'd been wanting to pick a fight & she went after the person she thought would hurt Neil the most. She'd even fantasized about confronting his teenagers & ruining their image of their father. She was glad she hadn't acted on that urge. It was ugly. She still thought Neil was a piece of shit (Steve agreed). But he was sort of stepping it up in regards to his responsibilities to Ollie at least. He & his wife took Ollie every second weekend.

Dahliane was fathered by a bouncer from the club. An ex-bouncer. He'd taken off the minute the two little pink lines showed up on the test. Nobody seemed to have any idea where he'd ended up but some people suspected prison. He was trouble. Trish was relieved he wasn't there, he wasn't the type of guy she wanted around her daughter. Maybe Dahlia was better off not knowing him? But it was hard, being a single mom to two little kids.

He was months into the antidepressants by then. He'd read the side effects & been horrified (apparently there was an increased risk of suicide? He had to look that one up online to double-check it). Lowered libido & erectile dysfunction had been mentioned too, which really made him pause, suicide would be better in his opinion. He thought about how he'd started to suffer ED nearing the end of his marriage, especially on the Wednesday nights when he shared Cass with Dan. It had started out seeming like a kinky game. Now he felt sick about it. Suffering ED had made him miserable & angry & his misery & anger only made the ED worse.

Luckily, neither his libido or the hardness of his cock seemed to be affected by the pills. & he felt more stable, although perhaps that was also Dr Rivers & Sylvia (& even, he hated to admit, Cass's attempts to atone, or at least finally, be honest with him). He still hated how beautiful she was. He hated how attractive he found her.

But things with Trish were interesting... he couldn't quite figure out why he'd gone back after that first night with her - was it just because she'd been a convenient & low-effort source of sex while he rebounded from his imploding marriage? Or was part of it due to her being a single mom & how good he'd felt after he'd been able to help in a small way (by holding the baby, by overpaying a little).

He found being with her comforting. Most days, screwing Trish felt like screwing an old friend. & they WERE friends. He believed that. He loved her large, milk-swollen tits, he liked her long legs & how her ass jiggled when he bent her over & slammed into her. Maybe she wasn't his usual type, wasn't the natural beauty his wife was, but she was dirty & undemanding.

She had ONE other client, who she told him about. An old man who never married, who paid her for sex acts. It wasn't exactly sex, it was easier to describe than to name it. Sometimes when Steve & Trish were screwing he'd ask her to tell him about it. He never wondered if she told the old man about him.

The old guy liked to insert food into her vagina, some obvious things like carrots, cucumbers, but many stranger things like squashing a bread roll, or putting a fresh tomato inside her & asking her to crush it with her pelvic floor muscles. Some of the food he put up there he'd scoop out with a plastic baby-food spoon. He'd fill her cavity with ice cream, let it melt, then collect it in a bowl before drinking it.

Whatever he used he'd either eat there, or put aside to prepare his dinner after she left. Waste not, want not, Steve thought sardonically. To the old man, the turn on was where the food had been. Trish told him that in particular, the old man liked the length & stretch of her labia (which after two babies had expanded). He liked to 'hide' food within their folds, like curtains. When the time came to fish the food out of her, he'd cum hands-free, his elderly cock red & squeezed by a silver cockring she thought he never took off.

He'd save his semen, separately from the food. He had a bulk collection of small clear tupperware. Each ejaculation would go directly on top of the previous one until the plastic container was filled over several appointments. One day he showed her a large chest freezer in his garage, it was almost filled entirely with neatly stacked frozen containers of his sperm, that he date-labelled with a shaking hand.

"I'll need to get another freezer one of these days," the old man proudly told her.

Steve, fascinated, wondered how many years he'd collected it & for what surreal reason. He thought he must have done it for decades.

Trish visited him most weeks & had done so since before Ollie had been born. Apparently, even when she'd been heavily pregnant he hadn't stopped her 'services'. She'd never orgasmed during their appointments, but she did find herself flattered & aroused by his intensity & gratitude. She liked lying down naked on the cold stainless steel benchtop, she liked how he examined her vagina with such deep concentration & how he surprised her. She would count the tiles on his ceiling as he inserted & retrieved items from her cunt, & it was almost like meditating.

"Here comes a gourd," His papery old voice would intone from between her legs. "A lovely butternut squash my friend Ernie grew." & she'd breathe in while the scratchy vegetable was slowly angled inside her cunt. The old guy would pant like he was having a heart attack.

Her favorite experience was the grapes. He'd pull individual grapes off the vine & insert them one at a time until her entire pussy was packed full with them, he'd have her hold them inside herself gently. Sometimes he'd get her to crush them, but usually he just fished them out of her (one at a time again) & ate them as he rediscovered them. The sensation of his wet, arthritic fingers poking inside the slippery grapes was strangely arousing.

When he got down to the last couple his exploration & hunting felt so medical, as he deeply probed her, using his fingers like tweezers, looking for any he missed, ones that slipped away from his searching fingers, that she would often use a vibrator on herself the moment she got home. A few times, she'd found a 'missing' grape inside her cunt later in the day.

Steve had been curious whether she'd eaten the grapes, perhaps out of curiosity. She admitted that yes, the first time, she had tried one but it didn't seem to arouse her the way it did the old guy. His flaccid shrivelled penis would be engorged & twitching by the end of their sessions. He'd never once penetrated her with his cock. She wouldn't have minded if he had.

"Thank you dear," He'd always tell her at the end of their appointments. "You're a lovely young lady." He'd grin at her while he jerked off into one of the tupperware containers.

Hearing about those sessions turned him on. Such a strange game to play & yet, he thought he almost understood it. Sometimes he'd be driving in the neighborhood & he'd wonder about all the people who lived in all of the houses & try to imagine all the variety of kinks & deviancy that dwelled behind the front door.

He'd see a woman pushing a pram & wonder what turned her on, what secret fantasies she entertained or was too afraid to try. Maybe as she walked there was a secret toy in her, vibrating. He'd see a man watering his lawn & imagine that man in a gimp suit. He thought about how strong his erections were as he breastfed from Trish. Nobody would ever guess.

He thought about his own sexual fantasies, the ones he never wanted to verbalise to anyone, not even the therapists he saw. He thought about how badly he used to want to whore out his wife & watch her get fucked by desperate men or strangers. He allowed himself to remember the times he'd been turned on by his own daughter (although now technically, she wasn't) when she wore something inappropriate or they played chicken in the pool.

He remembered carrying her on his shoulders & feeling his cock hardening inappropriately beneath the water as his head was between her firm young thighs. Occasionally he'd notice something, her budding breasts, the itty bitty panties in the laundry, her unselfconscious way of splaying on the sofa, he might even catch a glimpse of a little pussy lip if she was wearing short-shorts. He'd imagine her (& some of her other young friends) becoming sexually active with each other. He'd never told anyone he'd sometimes jerked off in the shower to the image of his young daughter. He told himself it was just because she reminded him of Cass when he'd first met her.

For the first time in his life he also allowed himself to acknowledge the complex feelings he'd had about Dan. His friend had been his 'bro'. The friend he talked to about girls, about sex, the one who'd taught him how to approach women. He'd been a sexual mentor, a guide. When they'd shared a dorm room Dan had never tried to be discreet when he brought a girl to bed. So many times, Steve would wake up to hear the sound of sex, loud sex, happening in the bed next to his. Sometimes the girls hadn't realised he was there, or sometimes he'd pretend to stay asleep but often, Dan seemed to be able to convince them just to let go, & not worry about it.

Dan would fuck the girls, seemingly without shame. He'd barely cover himself or them with a sheet, most of the time they'd just do it on top of the blankets so he could twist them around, reposition them as he desired. Dan became excellent at masturbating silently, he thought he'd only been caught a few times. He'd watch from his bed as hundreds of girls with an endless variety of bodies, skin tones, voices, would have their brains fucked out by his friend, & he'd touch himself.

He watched Dan's dick sliding in & out of tight little pussies, or puffy-lipped ones, ones with long labia, ones with hair, or shaved. Girls with big tits, little tits, high tits, swinging tits, bouncing tits, round tits, nipples of all sizes & colours. Little tummies, flat abs of sit-ups, smooth concave midriffs, soft ones that he gripped in ecstasy.

Dan fucked them all. The first time he saw a real-life creampie, Dan had the girl on her hands & knees facing the door & when he'd pulled his dick out he'd actually WINKED at Steve before whispering to the girl "push it out baby, I want to see it." & she HAD. The girl, he couldn't remember her name, had no idea but Dan had craftily angled it so his roommate got an eye-full. Steve had bitten his tongue to stop himself crying out as he came in an old sock. Dan had given him a thumbs up, then smeared his cum all over the girl's pubic hair.

Somehow, somewhere along Steve's sexual awakening, Dan had become mixed up in his kinks. He asked himself if he could possibly be bisexual, & spent a few days looking around at other men, coworkers, strangers, men who went to the same church, & tried to imagine them with his dick in their mouths. He quickly came to the conclusion that no, he was definitely just into women. But Dan had been tangled up in his turn-ons, a complicated mixture of admiration, envy & insecurity. Sometimes, when he thought about Dan screwing Cass he still got a hard-on.

He associated Dan with sexual dominance of women, with enviable sexual performance. When he'd first watched Dan screw Cass he'd been seriously turned on. Even now, thinking about it caused a complicated mixture of jealousy, revulsion & arousal. He had a dream once where he'd had a vagina. Strange how dreams work. Anyway, in the dream, Dan had screwed him in his pussy & when he woke up he'd cum in his pajama pants. It was the first time in nearly 30 years he'd had a wet dream. He'd felt horny & ashamed for two days afterwards.

Perhaps the most obvious time he felt mixed up with a strange feeling of sexual desire for Dan was that incident at his bachelor party where he'd felt more turned on watching Dan fuck the sex worker than he'd felt when he'd had shared her. But there were SO many incidents if he really thought about it, all the times Dan made eye contact with him as he screwed a girl in their dorm, or when he'd see Dan sneaking out of a party with the girl he'd had his eye on & Dan would flash a cheeky grin & a thumb's up, even when Dan face-fucked Cass's sister at Sabrina's Chistening & while Cass had been enraged, Steve secretly high fived Dan & asked, "Any good?"

He'd envied Dan, it wasn't as if he never jerked off imagining Cass & her sister in a threesome with himself. Or just secretly screwing her sister.

He had fantasies of BEING Dan, sometimes he imagined himself AS Dan when he screwed Trish & it had morphed into something that resulted in him feeling submissive to his friend. So submissive that he'd been too afraid to even say "No, don't fuck my wife" on that first night they'd shared Cass. So submissive that when he'd turned up the following Wednesday night to fuck her again he hadn't said "No, it was a one-night thing." His worship & envy of Dan had infected him, eaten away at him for as long as he'd known the man.

It had almost been inevitable that he married someone who also seemed to worship the man, & had been cuckolded so thoroughly. Neither he nor Cass seemed to be able to say "No" to him.

He'd gone from being turned on watching Dan work & thinking about his prowess, to eventually, being corrupted, emotionally castrated. For the first time he felt as though he understood what Cass had meant when she'd tried to describe Dan's mental hold over her. After all, Dan had a kind of power over him as well. He worried he'd never be able to get the man out of his mind. He occasionally wanked to gay porn, volume muted, imagining himself being fucked by, or getting to fuck Dan. He could barely admit that to himself. It wasn't the men in the videos that did anything for him, he'd choose movies where their faces weren't visible, or where they bore a resemblance to Dan. He imagined himself as the top one moment, the bottom the next.

At his appointments with Dr Rivers, aside from how to work through the paternity bombshell, the conversation ALWAYS seemed to come back to Dan. He'd told Rivers some of it, maybe, in a roundabout way, but he couldn't bring himself to really open up, couldn't tell the doctor how sexual the obsession had become. Perhaps it would have been better if he had, perhaps it would be better to commit 100% to the experience of therapy. Sometimes he even felt jealous that Dan had chosen Cass & not him to fuck.

In a strange way, his sexual relationship with Trish felt a little like therapy. He felt no jealousy about her dancing, about her rubbing her cunt & tits against men in the 'diamond room' for money. No jealousy about the food-play sessions with the elderly loner. He believed, truly believed, he'd feel no jealousy even if she was fucking others. In fact, he'd never even asked her if she was. Perhaps she was.

For the first time in his life he was enjoying an almost platonic sexual relationship - which is an oxymoron - but he kept thinking that was what it was most like. She was his friend (& he was hers) & they enjoyed & respected each other. Anal was like racquetball or golf. It helped him clear his head. If she'd said one day "no more sex" he felt he'd be sad but their friendship would outlast it. Maybe they wouldn't see each other as often, but he wouldn't resent it.

Several times he asked himself if he was in love with her, was this what love felt like? A deep friendship is almost like a romantic commitment. He didn't think he was in love with Dan, although his desire for the man, as masochistic, as much as it shamed him, the obsession wasn't LOVE. Perhaps he was in love with Trish & didn't realise it. But he didn't think that was love either. She was attractive in a stripper way, he enjoyed the performance, the makeup & costumery (he realised that's what it really was, a costume dancers wore to work, at home she wore the same comfortable clothes that most women did).

Even the sex was good but not wild. They weren't having threesomes or tying each other up, nine times out of ten it was just a quick fuck up the ass. With a blowjob every now & then, & some breast milk. When they slept they spread out on either side of the bed or sometimes, one of them would even go home. It was never an issue. It just felt comfortable. He felt like he'd known her for years.

Sometimes he'd be on his way & she'd text him asking to pick up some bread or toilet paper or something she was low on. Once he'd even picked up tampons for her. Some days he'd show up with beer & they'd crack open a cold one & drink & laugh on the stoop of her apartment together. There were times he'd just drop in & chat & they wouldn't even have sex. Every now & then they'd disagree on something, sometimes small stuff, sometimes bigger stuff (like if he forgot himself & got too opinionated about Ollie's relationship with his Dad or something). But the disagreements bounced off their friendship, their connection was both too deep & too shallow to be affected.

He knew if he told his guy friends about her they'd call her a "fuck buddy" (or something more vivid, a prostitute maybe, mean but accurate) but it didn't feel like that to him either. Not just because he was technically paying her for sex (& weirdly, he didn't resent it) but because... he couldn't explain it. She'd been the person he'd most leaned on after his marriage self-destructed. He felt, weirdly, like they had things in common.

He hated that his desire was still piqued by Cass. Even now. Even after EVERYTHING she'd done to him. When he saw her at the therapist's office, her shapely bare legs crossed at the knee in the chair, her oval face, & her big blue eyes, he'd still feel his cock betray him. He'd still feel that hunger to reclaim her, as if she was still HIS sexy wife. He hated her, he hated himself, he hated that feeling, even as his hate for her was slowly abating. He was still in love with her. Every time he asked himself if he was feeling love for Trish, or for Dan, it was obvious he wasn't, when compared to Cass. He hated how he still felt attached to her, invisible strings she could pull that made him feel powerless.

When Thanksgiving came around Sabrina was going to stay at her mom's (their old family home). Sabrina was barely speaking to her mother, even without knowing much about their split, or who it involved, she had picked up enough (that she'd been unfaithful) to blame Cass. When they'd first split up, that would have been a dream come true for Steve, but since they'd been working on things he couldn't ignore how bad it was for his daughter.

He tried to gently encourage her to try & meet her mom halfway. Tried to explain, obliquely, that it took two to break up their family. In therapy he'd admitted his own small infidelities, the Vegas spit-roasts & the sneaky one-night-stands & affairs he'd had out of town. Only when he admitted them did he realise how many women he'd betrayed his own marriage vows for. He didn't even tell her all of them, why list them? But finally admitting it, it finally felt real.

Cass had been furious & her first instinct was to equate it with her own lies, her own unfaithfulness, but even as she pointed the finger & called him a few names they all, Steve, Cass & Sylvie seemed to recognise the emotional betrayal, the repeated lies that made it different.

"I didn't care about any of them," He explained. "They weren't your friends, they never came to our house. They didn't mean anything!"

Before the session was even over Cass had accepted the difference herself. While it didn't make it OK that he'd also fucked around a bit (quite a lot if he was honest), it wasn't the same as what she'd done. She'd even lied to him about their child. Steve felt better for having admitted it too. They'd been affairs that scratched a physical itch, or boosted his self-esteem, or distracted him from stress for a while. Cass had screwed his best friend, in front of him, in love with him, knowing that the child they raised together, was actually his.

He'd been surprised by Cass. So far she hadn't raised the issue of alimony, he assumed she was finding it hard to make ends meet, especially alone in the big house. Eight months earlier she'd admitted that Dan had made a good suggestion, that she try to become a realtor & sell his house next door for the commission.

He'd lost his temper in that session, it was still early days in their therapy. He didn't realise at the time that she was still in contact with Dan. He demanded to know if she was still fucking him. She said she had, once, but it had been the last time. The absolute last time. Sylvie had needed to work some major therapy magic to calm him down. In the end he'd said he needed to clear his head & left the appointment early. Cass stayed, sniffing into kleenex.

He drove to Trish's. Ollie was five now & about to start school. They ended up all going stationery shopping together because they hadn't expected a visit from 'Uncle Steve'. The kid was hyper at the department store. Trish couldn't afford a good backpack & picked out one that Steve could tell would just fall apart after a couple of months so he convinced her to let him buy one for Ollie himself. As his birthday gift from him. She'd relented & he'd got a good one, strong & lightweight.

Ollie had been so proud of his new, fancy, school backpack & Beyblades pencils. When the kid hugged him he felt tears in his eyes. When they got back to Trish's she'd put the kids in front of the TV & they'd had a nice fuck in her bedroom. A couple of hours earlier, in the therapist's office he'd imagined having angry, punishing sex with her. He'd been in the mood to be rough & selfish to take out his anger at Cass on her. He'd also been worried that learning that his ex had screwed Dan again, & was apparently going to work for him too, would make his dick soft.

In the end, neither thing happened. The comfortable normalcy of the afternoon with Trish & her kids had subdued the fire in him. He didn't even tell her about the therapy appointment. He felt like he no longer needed to.

By the time of their next appointment, when Sylvie asked Steve if there was any way he could believe Cass when she said it was the last time she'd have sex with Dan & if there was a way he could trust her to take the house sale, he'd almost come to terms with it. He didn't think he'd ever be able to trust her with Dan. He basically said he assumed from that point on she'd keep screwing him. But he also recognised that Cass & he were no longer together, so what right did he have to issue an ultimatum?

& she needed a job, right? She needed to learn how to stand on her own two feet. What harm would it be if she kept fucking Dan & got paid for it? (He realised that was a cheap shot, but fuck it, he'd never be perfect. Besides, he had nothing against women who earned a living with sex, Trish was proof of that. No, he never brought up Trish in therapy, not once).

Cass had been offended (obviously, that had been his intent) but eventually, by the end of their session it seemed like they'd come to an uneasy acceptance. She kept reiterating that she wasn't going to ever fuck Dan again & that selling the house was just the best way to earn some money, & to start making a real career out of realty. She didn't exactly have an impressive resumé. This was an opportunity. She reminded him she hadn't brought up alimony. He had to give her that.

He still couldn't trust her. But at that stage he thought it didn't matter. He could be civil (or mostly civil). & then, months later he surprised himself.

"When I come back home I want to stay with you, Dad," Sabrina had told him over the phone while they discussed Thanksgiving. "Even if it means sleeping on your couch, or the floor. I don't want to stay with Mom."

Had it come up months earlier, perhaps he would have jumped at the chance to one-up Cass with the fact that Sabrina was choosing him. Instead, he found himself taking the high road & encouraging his daughter to try & make amends with her mom. Maybe all that therapy was making him soft. Besides, she'd be comfortable in the old house, in her old room. "Give your mom a chance, for me." He told her.

When they disconnected their call he had a brief urge to text her saying "I've changed my mind, fuck your bitch-mom, stay here." But the urge came & went in a microsecond.

Later that day, Cass phoned him. As usual, he had to take a long, slow breath & remind himself to try & stay civil when he answered. It turned out she was calling to thank him for his conversation with Sabrina.

"I don't know if I would have been as decent in your position," She said "I know I don't deserve it. But thank you for not letting our shit become our daughter's shit."

He almost snapped "YOUR daughter" but managed to restrain himself.

"Why don't you come to Thanksgiving at the old place? We could celebrate as a family? Not that you need an invitation, obviously." She added contritely.

They'd discussed telling Sabrina about her parentage together. Or at least that Steve wasn't her biological dad. They'd discussed it at therapy too. Steve kept going back & forth about it. He guessed there wasn't any reason he couldn't just let her keep believing he was her biological father. Why hurt the girl? Why add more pain to their family?

Out of curiosity he'd seen his doctor after he learned about Sabrina's paternity. He'd often wondered why they'd never conceived a second child. They'd talked a little about it, but after a while, when nothing happened & he raised the possibility of seeing a fertility specialist Cass had asked him "are you sure? I'm happy being a one-&-done parent, aren't you?" & he'd agreed that actually, he WAS happy. He assumed she'd been on birth control. Yet another thing he'd been too afraid to raise with the woman he was married to.

So, he'd jerked himself into a little plastic cup at a doctor's office & had learned that he was 'shooting blanks'. Dr Rivers had considered upping his antidepressant dosage. It had been such a blow. But he managed to pull back from the edge. He told Trish about it & she'd looked thoughtful for a second before she'd gone to her knees & sucked him into her mouth. When she swallowed it she grinned at him & said "It tastes fine to me!"

He'd laughed. It felt good to laugh about it. He'd cried in therapy though. The loss of something he thought he already had. The loss of progeny. It had been devastating.

A surprising thing occurred when he was leaving the next emotional joint therapy appointment with Sylvie. He was in the underground car park getting his keys out when he felt a hand on his arm & it had been Cass. She'd followed him downstairs. Without a word she'd started unbuckling his jeans.

He'd been almost immediately hard at her touch. She looked at him as if to ask if it was OK & a shock of intensity ran through his entire body. She'd leaned herself against his car & wrapped a leg around him & pulled her panties aside. She'd pushed her pussy onto his dick, which was erect from his fly & they'd had fast, awkward, uncomfortable, very public, very erotic, standing-up sex together. There had been a desperation to the moment.

She seemed desperate to have him back inside her & he'd felt desperate with lust. For the first time in a long time he looked at her without thinking of Dan. It felt good just being skin to skin with her. He came just as they heard the elevator door ding & a few other people came into the carpark. They'd leaned against each other for a moment, both panting with excitement.

But THEN he HAD remembered Dan, had remembered the betrayal, had an image of him that first night that Steve had participated, when he'd watched his friend bounce his wife up & down on his cock. He felt a knife in his chest. He wanted to lash out at her & he hastily pulled himself out & did up his pants.

"What the fuck was that? Pity? You think your dirty, used up, whore's cunt makes it ANY better that you fucked around? Makes it better that you got me to raise someone else's kid?" He'd been furious. Not just at her, or Dan, or his dead sperm but at the fact that for those few minutes he'd been overjoyed to be inside her again. For a few minutes it felt like he had his wife back.

She looked at him as if he'd slapped her. Raising her chin, she turned & walked away.

He ended up sitting in his car for 20 minutes, cursing himself & her & everything.

Neither of them mentioned it at their sessions.

But they'd been discussing whether or not to tell Sabrina he wasn't her biological father, & if so, how to do it in a way that would cause her the least amount of pain. Eventually, Steve was almost 99% certain they should tell her. No more secrets in their family. If they didn't do it now, it could come out later & be worse. But still... he worried.

He wanted her to know that he loved her, that he didn't feel ripped off about raising her or what a great young woman she'd grown into. He wanted her to know he'd always love her even if he wasn't her Dad. They both wanted her to know that she had NOTHING to do with their marriage falling apart. & Cass was just afraid her daughter would hate her forever. She was terrified she'd never speak to her again. It was a pretty valid fear & Steve, as much as her betrayal stung him, also didn't want to take Sabrina's mother away from her.

He suggested that it might be better if when they talked with Sabrina, Cass be the one to do most of the talking, Cass be the one to open the pandora's box. He thought perhaps, if Sabrina felt like it was Cass taking ownership, Cass showing remorse & contrition, Cass saying that she didn't want Sabrina to feel like she didn't have a father anymore, it might help her daughter forgive her sooner.

Cass asked if he'd ever forgive her. He didn't even know how to answer. Some days he thought he could, but he was still tortured by everything that had happened between them. He felt like he was a different man to the one he'd been when he proposed. He felt like he'd never really known her at all. Sometimes he looked at her & his heart hurt because all he could see was his beautiful, sexy wife, sometimes when he looked at her she seemed like a stranger to him.

She'd been trying though. He had to give her credit for trying. In the weeks following Thanksgiving she was going to hold an open house for Dan's place. She was VERY hopeful that if she could get an offer, she'd be able to find some other commissions, or join a team. It would be a real feather in her cap to sell the place. Maybe with the commission on Dan's place she'd be able to move out.

Steve wondered if she was still screwing Dan, if she was going to keep seeing him & talking to him & screwing him even after selling his house. It took every ounce of self-control not to ask & not to lash out.

Sabrina had come to his apartment first. She'd been so happy to see him, even calling him 'daddy' which she hadn't done in years before they wrapped each other in a big hug. She'd chatted happily about college, about her roommate Hannah. She said his new place "wasn't as tragic as she imagined" which was high praise from her. She'd asked him if he was OK about a thousand times until he told her, "I'm fine, I promise, please stop asking."

So he'd gone to a family Thanksgiving dinner at their old family home. Cass's sister Trudy was there too, with her latest boyfriend. The impending divorce wasn't mentioned, & as always, Steve sat at the head of the table & carved the turkey.

Cass had subtly told Steve that she suspected there might be a guy in Sabrina's life but to let her bring it up. But when Trudy had asked her if she was seeing anyone special she'd gone unusually quiet & flustered, saying that there were a few cute guys in her classes but 'nobody special'. Everyone at the table had nodded but for some reason, Steve thought she was lying. He couldn't figure out why.

He'd liked Trudy's guy, Matt Chan. He'd been an easy-going, charismatic guest & had served to take the bulk of the tension out of the situation. They'd enjoyed watching the game together, watching the parade, drinking beer. When Trudy & Matt retreated to the spare room after they insisted on doing the dishes, Sabrina had gone to her old bedroom too. Cass was putting some things away in the kitchen & he joined her. He found himself automatically taking the large platter from her hands & reaching above the fridge where it was kept. Cass couldn't reach it without a step ladder. He felt a deep pang of nostalgia.

Cass seemed to as well. She sighed, with tears in her eyes. "That day in the carpark wasn't out of pity," She told him. "I wasn't trying to manipulate you. I just wanted you."

He held his breath. It had been the last thing he thought they'd talk about that night.

She crossed the kitchen & stood against him, her hand gently laying on his chest, her head on his shoulder. She seemed to want closeness when they spoke, while at the same time, she seemed extremely nervous.

He found himself holding her the way he'd held her so often as a husband. Holding her hand on his chest, slipping his other one around her waist without a thought.

"I miss you," Cass whispered in his ear. "I miss you all the time. I took you for granted. I had no idea what I had until I lost it. I miss you." His heart felt like it cracked open, he still loved her, even as it hurt to admit it to himself. Despite all the betrayal he still loved his wife.

He felt tears on his shoulder. Truth be told, he was a little close to tears himself. Instead of replying, he took her by the hips & sat her up on the kitchen island. He undid her jeans & pulled them & her underwear off & crouched & started to eat her out.

She smelled & tasted exactly the same as he remembered. He ran his tongue over the little cesarean scar on her stomach, & when she pulled off her top & bra & was lying naked on the island he kissed her breasts too. In the back of his mind he knew someone could walk in at any second, the thought added an extra level of excitement, like when they'd fucked in the car park.

She sat up & started pulling off his clothes, his top first, & kissed his neck & shoulders & chest. She sucked his nipples, he loved when she did that. He loved the feeling of her tongue as it explored his chest hair, teasing him. When he pulled her half off the island & onto his dick he was rock-hard. She groaned in pleasure as they screwed each other. She, without a stitch of clothing on her gorgeous slim body, him topless, with his pants around his knees.

For a few minutes, Steve was in bliss. Kissing her, touching her, having her responding to his thrusts & squeezes, it was fantastic. She wrapped her legs behind him & he slid inside the hot interior of her vagina, feeling held by the familiar muscles that tightened around him.

But then he saw the black window looking into the backyard & again he remembered his friend cumming inside her, & he remembered how he'd fucked her afterwards, feeling his friend's ejaculate lubricating his cock. For a second he was even harder, then he wondered if she'd liked Dan's dick more. His erection wilted inside Cass almost immediately. Dan's jizz had filled his wife so many times, his jizz had created life inside her. Steve's jizz was nothing.

Cass felt him stumble & at first she tried to hold him tight to herself, to keep him inside her, perhaps hoping she could make him hard again with her wet cunt, but she saw where he was looking & the expression on his face & Steve reckoned she had an idea what had happened. She sat up & whispered "let me suck it". He shook his head. "Take me up the ass, baby?" she tried again, but it was no use, Steve knew. He just knew. He wasn't going to be able to get the memory out of his mind enough to fuck her that night.

He was shaking his head sadly as he got dressed. She got herself off the island & tried, still nude, to stop him from leaving, from dressing. "Don't go" she was saying, "even if we don't have sex tonight, stay the night, stay with me. Please."

It was tempting, especially hearing the desperation in how she said, "Please," But he couldn't. He needed to be alone. Instead he said, "You tell Sabrina. I can't. I can't tell her. Let her know she can talk to me about it, any time, but I can't be there. You need to be the one to do it. OK? Can you do that for me?"

"Anything," She told him, still trying to stop him, holding his hand, kissing his fingers, "I would do anything for you. Please stay. Stay & let's just hold each other."

He kissed her gently on the mouth & drove back to his apartment. For a moment he thought about dropping in on Trish, but it was late, he'd wake the kids by knocking, she would also be exhausted from her own Thanksgiving with her ex stripper mom & the latest man who was dating the woman, & neighbors who joined them for a Thanksgiving potluck. For the first time in forever it felt like it wouldn't help to see her anyway.

***

He had a shot of Jim Beam, showered, brushed his teeth & fell asleep in his pajama pants without showering. He was woken just after 1am by his phone.

He answered to hear a desperate Cass, on the verge of a nervous breakdown he thought, in full panic-mode. She explained that she'd talked to Sabrina, that it had been a DISASTER. She reacted even worse than she ever imagined. She had gone into immediate denial shouting "No! There's no way! No! You're lying!" & Sabrina had even slapped her.

(She was OK, just a bruised cheek) but the worst part was that after a long, loud & bitter fight, she'd taken off. "That stupid car!" Cass had cried into the phone, "It's too much car for a young girl! She took off in that stupid fucking car! & now I can't find her! I tried to follow her but Steve - she was driving like a crazy person - if she just gets a speeding ticket, she'll be lucky - she might hit a lamppost - she might be dead in a gutter by now! Our daughter might be dead! I don't know what to do! Should I call the police? What should I -"

As she spiralled Steve heard the BMW pulling into the apartment complex parking lot. The motor was distinct enough that the whole apartment complex was probably woken up. Cass heard it too. "Is that her?"

"Yeah, she's here. She's obviously alive."

Cass let out a huge exhale, he could picture her exactly, her whole body would have been tense, she would have been making nervous fists with her hands. "I'll come over. Tell her - " she started.

But Steve interrupted, rubbing his eyes to wake up. "It's OK. I'll get her to stay here tonight. We'll figure something out tomorrow. I've got her, OK? Just... stay there & try & get some sleep. Trust me." By that stage Sabrina was already banging on his door. He opened it & clicked off the call.

"Was that HER?" Sabrina asked, wild-eyed, outraged, pointing furiously at his phone.

"Mom? Yup," he said, shutting the door behind her, "She was scared you'd driven off a cliff or something."

"Oh was she?" Sabrina spat, "Was she WORRIED about me? Is she even capable of caring about ANYONE BUT HERSELF? Is she even capable of THINKING before she ruins everyone's lives??"

The girl was storming around the open-space living area. Steve didn't think she knew what to do with herself. She was so angry, so wound up. He'd never seen her like this before, not once. She kept picking up things, as if she was doing it without thinking, a magazine on the bench, a lamp, the remote control, & then dropping it back almost as quickly.

Suddenly, she burst into sobbing, heaving tears, "Is it TRUE? Jesus Christ, Dad, is it even TRUE??" She could hardly breathe & she'd thrown herself into his arms, she was almost on her knees, "It's not true, is it Daddy? YOU'RE my Dad! YOU'RE my Dad - not Dan! He can't be!"

'Shit,' he thought.

"Shhhh" he whispered instead of answering, for a long time he just held her & shushed her. "It's OK, it's going to be OK. I'm still your Dad, you're still my little girl, it's just genetics. We just thought you deserved to know."

"& you didn't know?" She asked. "What if it's not true? What if she LYING? What if you're really my Dad?"

He was close to tears himself. "I'd love for that to be true, baby, I really would. But I'm not, not biologically. It turns out, I can't be. I saw a doctor. & aside from me, Mom was only with one other man when you were conceived. I'm sorry."

"But SHE knew, she knew all these years? She let me - she let us - she... FUCK! This is so FUCKED! She's ruined my life! She's ruined OUR life! & she - FUCK!"

He just patted her knee. What else could he say? She had every right to feel angry, angry for herself & for him. She had every right to feel betrayed.

"He can't be. He can't be my father - " she looked up at Steve, green in the face & ran to the bathroom where he heard her throwing up.

He poured her a glass of water while he waited. After a while he went & leaned in the bathroom door. "You OK hun?" he asked.

"NO!" She cried.

(Of course not). He could have kicked himself. "I know," He said, "But... Do you need anything?" He felt useless for a moment. He felt his uselessness stretching out in front of him, mocking him. There wasn't anything he could do to help. There wasn't anything he could do or say. "I'm still your Dad," he told her. "Always. I'll always be your Dad. I'll always love you. We both do, Mom too."

Sabrina just looked furious at the mention of Cass. He wasn't going to fight it. It was too late.

"I'm going to sleep on the sofa, OK? You take the bed. Promise me you'll stay here tonight. Promise me so I don't worry about you driving around in the middle of the night. Wake me up if you need anything, or need to talk. OK?"

She promised. He didn't think he'd get much sleep anyway. He gave her some clean towels & showed her where he kept a couple of spare toothbrushes etc. Then he grabbed some blankets & a pillow & tried to remember where the handle was in the pull down sofa-bed. It took him a moment but it was simple.

He put a kettle of water on the boil, too. He tried to remember all the ways people handled shock on TV shows, he didn't really know what else to do. Should he make tea? Did he even have any tea? Coffee seemed like a bad idea. He was standing impotently in the middle of the kitchen when Sabrina came out of the bathroom.

She hadn't seemed to have done anything except wipe her face a bit. "Honey?" He asked gently. "Is there anything I can do?"

"No Dad... Steve. It's too fucked up."

Hearing her call him 'Steve' broke his heart a little but he tried to hide his hurt. She really wasn't his.

"I'm fucked up. I'm sorry. Dad. It's so crazy. You have no idea."

"I have a bit of an idea," he said.

"No, you can't. You & Mom have no idea. I can't believe this. I can't believe what Mom's done to me. To US. She doesn't even know. She can't know. It's so fucked up. I'll never forgive her." They stood in silence for a while.

He knew he shouldn't say it, it was too early, she was still too angry but he said, "Don't say that." He sighed. "Don't turn into me. She's your Mom & she fucked up, she REALLY fucked up. I'm angry at her too. I'm so angry you can't imagine. But don't say YOU'LL never forgive her. As horrible as this is, she's your Mom & she loves you. She made a mistake. She's human."

Sabrina rolled her eyes. It was the most 'Sabrina' gesture he'd seen from her all night, but there was something else. Something bothering her on a deeper level that disturbed him, he could see it. "You can talk to me about anything." He told her.

The world was quiet again. Just the low buzzing from the refrigerator, not even a car on the road outside. He pushed the glass of water across the bench to her. She was struggling with something, he could see.

She gave him a half-smile & took a gulp of the filtered water. Both of them looked at each other sadly.

"The worst thing is..." she started to say, then seemed to stop herself & took another gulp of water.

She turned around, away from him & put her hands on her head for a bit. "Ugh!" She exclaimed, & turned back to face him again. "This is INSANE. & I hate that you're NOT my Dad anymore - & yesterday you were - but now - & everything is different! & it feels like she's ripped us all apart!"

She had tears running down her face. He reached over the bench & touched her hand. "I know, I know," he said, thinking he really didn't - but he hated seeing how much pain she was in. He didn't want her to feel alone. He had a suspicion she was going to say something else, that there was something else mixed into her feeling of betrayal.

"Do you want me to make us some coffee? We can talk about everything. We can stay up all night if that's what you need. Anything, OK honey? Anything."

"No..." she said, looking older than she did a moment ago, "No. I think I just need a shower. I need... I just need to feel clean. Will the light & noise bother you?"

"No it won't." He said, smiling at how considerate she was under the circumstances. It seemed like a trivial thing among all the distress & betrayal. He went around the bench to her & they hugged. She felt tiny in his arms. Everything felt strange now. Everything felt different & weird. He hoped they'd done the right thing by telling her.

"I love you honey," he told her. She hugged him back for a bit & then went to the shower. He listened to the water running for a long time while he lay on the pull-out bed & stared at the skinny beams of light that came in through his Venetian blinds. Without noticing, he fell asleep again.

He woke up to Sabrina shaking his shoulder, it was still dark, he must have only slept for a few minutes because she was still damp from the shower, a towel wrapped around herself. She was kneeling beside the pull-out in the faint light. "What is it? Are you OK? Is it the hot water?" He said, trying to wake up.

"It's fine," She whispered. "I just... do you mind if I sleep on the pull-out with you?"

He felt a little disoriented. She'd crawled in bed with him & Cass during thunderstorms when she was young. Was this like that? She was older. But it had been a rough night. He moved over on the mattress a bit & she lifted up the blanket.

But before she got in with him she dropped the towel & he choked on his breath as she slid herself, naked, beside him. "Sabrina," his voice a hoarse whisper. He hadn't realised just how much she'd grown up, hadn't seen her naked body in years, & she was a young woman now.

"I didn't bring my pjs," She whispered, as she wrapped herself around him.

"This isn't," He swallowed. Clean, naked, young skin pressed against his own under the soft blankets, "I'll lend you something to wear, it's - "

He froze, she'd slipped her hand into the flap of his pajama pants & had confidently grabbed his cock. She was deftly stroking it back & forth, he was horrified to feel himself immediately responding to the warm touch of her hand. Had he already been responding? Just to her naked body?

"This is wrong," He whispered, while at the same time, his cock grew hard under the soft pressure of her fingertips, hard at the sight of her, the feel of her. She was stretching his foreskin back & forth over the tip, just like her mom did, & the sensation was driving him insane, even as he told himself to stop her.

"We're not actually related to each other," She whispered as she slid a long, smooth leg over his hip & straddled him.

His head was screaming at him. Telling him to wake up. Telling him he was a disgusting pervert. Telling him he must absolutely stop this from happening. He was going to go to HELL if he let this happen. She was his daughter & barely an adult. She couldn't even buy herself a beer.

"We can't," he whispered without any real conviction. She felt so warm & soft against him, & the way she was touching him felt so good. She was resting on the crook of his arm & he pressed his face into her hair, smelling her familiar shampoo.

Perhaps a handjob was OK, as long as it didn't go any further, they could pretend nothing had happened tomorrow. Jerking off was the kind of thing teenagers did together, it didn't have to be a big deal, maybe it was OK, he could stop her before he came in the sheets. Letting her touch him wouldn't be the end of the world, would it? Just touching, to feel close? He pulled his head back & looked at his daughter.

He tried to read the expression on her face, but she was enigmatic in the dim light, she bit her lower lip a little, she was watching him intensely. She looked like his little girl, but also, like a painfully sexy young woman who was turning him on. His dick was hard in her hands. She felt... incredible. He put his hand on her right hip, digging his fingers into the soft flesh a little as they rubbed against each other.

He asked himself whether he'd stop it if they were actually biologically related, he wasn't sure, & that worried him. He tried to tell himself he'd never thought of her in this way but it was a lie. He'd thought about it, guiltily, well before the secret of her paternity was revealed. It felt even better than he imagined.

She ground her body against his, her hands running over his chest, through the hair that grew over his pecks, the line of it that snaked its way down his belly button & into his pants where she was still, unbelievably, touching him. He tried not to let out a moan but he was so turned on. His cock was so close to her pussy. He should take her hands off him, sit up, switch on the light, he should... God, it felt so good to get jerked off by her. There was no way it could end well. The stroking was now lubricated with his precum & it felt like heaven. His daughter had her hands around his cock, her hands were wet with him, he should stop this.

She tucked his cock under the pajama pants & pulled the elastic band over it, he raised his hips to let her pull his pants down. "We shouldn't," He whispered, his bare erection grazing against her skin as he undressed & it sprang up against her. They were both naked in bed together, touching each other, there wasn't any way to make it seem innocent. She braced herself with her hands on his shoulders. "We probably shouldn't go any further," He murmured unconvincingly.

In the faint light he couldn't take his eyes off the nude girl riding on his hips. Her hair was loose around her pretty face & there was a gossamer sheen of sweat between her collar-bone & breasts, still hot from the shower. She smelled clean. It was wrong. He couldn't do this. It was wrong. "This is so wrong," he whispered again, running his hands lightly up his daughter's thighs. Her legs were spread open on him, he found himself looking at what she was doing, unable to tear his eyes away. Looking at her. Looking where he shouldn't.

Her little pussy, smooth, hairless, rocked on his pelvis. As they rubbed themselves on each other the lips of her pussy stretched open on him like a butterfly. His dick was between her labia & each time she rocked, her vagina rubbed against his shaft & it got more wet. The muscles in her thighs tensed as she pleasured herself with the motion, as she pleasured him. The view was incredible, her hands were so soft & tender, her cunt so pink & wet & warm. She let him look. She wanted him to look.

Her little slit left wet pussy kisses on the shaft of his dick, he could feel the smooth glide of her cunt almost up to the glans. He was rocking his hips, matching her movement, rubbing his dick against her pussy. She slid back & forth on him, as if she was rubbing herself on a wet pole, his cock felt hungry, tantalizingly close to where he wanted to penetrate. She rubbed her smooth, slippery little cunt with his dick. The view, the feeling of his dick squashed between their bodies as her labia wrapped around the shaft was incredible. The head of his cock being more or less visible with each gyration. So close to where he could slip it in. So close.

"We shouldn't be doing this," He whispered again, through a moan, they were both breathing heavily with arousal, rubbing wetly against each other. Thinking perhaps if he didn't penetrate her, perhaps just rubbing his cock against the outside of her pussy would be OK, it was almost like a handjob, in a way, just rubbing with a different part of her... he ran his hands over her hips, ran his right hand lightly down the soft skin beneath her navel, & gently thumbed the top of her clit hood, he knew he shouldn't but it was right there & she was getting him so hot.

He spread her labia a little more, she spread her legs wider, the sight made him gasp. No father should be doing this, no father should have his fingers there. "Sabrina..." He whispered, closing his eyes. Perhaps as long as he didn't stick his dick in, if they just rubbed themselves on each other. Perhaps if he didn't let the tip go in. If he just touched her a little bit. As long as Cass never found out. He wanted her. He wanted her to keep going.

She leaned forward, lying on him, her little breasts squashed warmly against his skin & kissed him. She put her hand on his cock & grasped it firmly, rubbed her slippery pussy with the end & he moaned in ecstasy. He wondered if it would really be so much worse to put it in. They clearly wanted each other. They were so close, she was on top of him, they were naked together. His dick had just rubbed against her pussy, would it be so bad to just put the tip in? He could just rub her with the tip, just a little bit, put it in, just a little bit, she started it after all. As long as it didn't go further than the tip it would be OK. As long as he didn't cum in her. Just the tip.

Then she put both hands on his jaw, under his ears & kissed him, her tongue explored his mouth possessively. His cock twitched against the warm entrance to her cunt, squashed against him. "This is so WRONG," He whispered into her mouth, even as he kissed her back, even as his hands explored the landscape of her naked flesh, allowing a finger to touch the moist inner softness of her pussy lips, opening her up just enough... "Should I stop?" Sabrina whispered, & started to get off him, she suddenly looked less certain, more nervous. He could tell she was starting to panic, starting to have second-thoughts.

Even as he tried to reprimand himself he gripped her by the hips & slid his dick into her. He angled his unprotected cock inside & it contradicted every sensible thing he'd said to her, everything he thought, by the violation of the boundary between them. He inserted himself in her, pulled her down until she was sitting with his cock stuck deep inside her body. He moaned in ecstasy. She looked shocked & surprised. 'How could she be surprised?' He thought as he fucked her.

She was wet & hot & soft inside. His little girl. She was wet for him & he was rock hard & he was thrusting, he was all the way inside, for a moment he paused & just let himself feel it. 'There's no undoing this,' He thought. 'I'm fucking my daughter. My dick's in, I've crossed that line.' She moaned as she slid herself up & down on his cock, it gripped him, he loved it. It was wrong. She felt so good, she was so tight & he was so deep in her, so deep.

"Don't tell Mom, OK?" He whispered in her ear.

He was going to Hell. Her pussy was phenomenal. He was thrusting upwards, in time with how she ground herself on him. God, he couldn't believe how wet she was. He couldn't stop kissing her. He couldn't stop. & their hands & mouths went all over each other, exploring, feeling, learning each other. He knew he shouldn't. He knew it was sick. "This is just so, so wrong, baby," He whispered as he screwed her. She'd made him so hard, she felt so good, so tight, so perfect.

He held her by the waist & helped her to gyrate, helped her rock herself on top of him, against him. He kissed her neck, her moans were exquisite, she writhed on top of his cock & gave herself over to the pleasure. He kissed her breasts, kissed all around them, all the delicate skin, sucking, tonguing, leaving a love bite or two until he kissed her nipples, sucked them, nibbled them a little, & they were hard & beautiful & erect & she was moaning.

Over & over on the mattress they rolled each other & she fit him perfectly, so perfectly. He couldn't believe it. This was crazy, he felt drunk. Sliding in & out of her felt amazing, indescribable. Her body, her pussy, was driving him crazy. 'She's 19' He thought. 'She's not technically my daughter, but I'm fucking a 19 year old girl who I raised like a daughter. I'm too old for this & I raised her.'

"I'm not your Dad." He whispered & they locked eyes at the half-truth as he thrust in & out of that hot little trap for his erection. 'God,' He thought, 'I wonder when my little girl learned how to handle a dick.' She bounced on him, it was such a smooth, delicious ride.

"This is so wrong." He whispered again, as if telling himself that, over & over, would somehow absolve him of the sin he was committing. He told himself he should be ashamed. Perhaps part of it was that it WAS wrong & so dirty. It was such a good little pussy. Such a good little pussy that felt so amazing locked onto his dick, he felt as though his body was pumping without him. He wanted to use his cock to ruin her for other men.

"Tell me to stop, Dad," She whispered.

The whole thing was absurd. The whole thing felt hotter because of how wrong it was. It felt sexier because they both knew it was a terrible idea & they shouldn't do it. But also, it felt like they were sharing something incredibly intimate, not the sex (or not just the sex) but mostly, the knowledge, the secret of what they were doing with each other. It was so sexy to break the rules, so sexy to secretly fuck.

It was so forbidden, so taboo, regardless of the fact they weren't genetically related, nobody would ever understand. He felt like she was his daughter, he'd raised her & yet he still wanted to fuck her, perhaps even more. The secret sin they were committing together was such a massive turn-on.

"I love you," He whispered. "We shouldn't be doing this, baby."

As if to answer him she pulled herself off his cock & he almost forced his dick back in, he was out of his mind with lust & he needed, NEEDED to cum now she'd started this. He needed to cum, he needed her. Would he actually force her to see it through? He wondered. He didn't think he'd be able to stop but he realised with relief she wasn't getting out of bed, just changing positions. She ran her hands down his tingling body until she could suck his dick. She licked her juices from him. He threw the blanket off them to see better.

He groaned at the sight & the feeling of her tasting herself & him. At least, he thought, she's experienced, she'd obviously been having sex at college, it wasn't like he was stealing her innocence. He knew it was a weak rationalisation. He knew he was weak, but she felt so good, she looked so good with his dick in her mouth, she was sucking him so good. 'At least,' He told himself, 'Mine obviously isn't the first cock she sucked.' As if it changed anything.

She started to bounce her face, her mouth on his dick, each bounce, deep-throating him until she gagged a little. He watched, she watched him as she did it. He couldn't believe how sexy she was, those innocent big blue eyes staring up as she fellated him. Each time she pulled back she'd give the glans of his cock a little, sucking kiss, swirl her tongue strongly against the tip, lick under his foreskin, press her tongue on the end of him. He loved her technique. He loved her.

He wanted her. His daughter. His not-daughter. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. How perverted he was, how horny he was. Why had she wanted to do this? How long had he wanted to do this? It was amazing. For a moment, he recognised Cass & Dan in her. It was so strange that he only recognised Dan's genes once she had his cock in her mouth.

He couldn't believe how hot he found it. He stared, holding her hair off her face so he could watch her deep-throating him better. The teenager who was currently expertly sucking his penis, licking his balls, was a hot young version of the wife he'd been obsessed with for 20 years & the man who'd fucked her. He was getting his dick sucked by the living result of his wife's affair with his best friend. In a weird way, it was as if he was fucking them both. It made him so hard that he trembled.

His cock felt like it could explode with pleasure at any moment & yet, he also felt entirely in control of it. For the first time in ages he felt as though he was the master of his own body. Every time he thought about how Cass or Dan would feel if they knew it just seemed to make his dick harder. Every time he whispered "This is so wrong" To Sabrina they both purred in pleasure.

He twisted himself up & around. He lay on his back, his erection, wet with her spit, pointed into the air like a sundial, it had been years since he'd been that hard. He reached for her & started to pull her onto him & she immediately understood what he was thinking. She raised a leg over his face & sat her little pussy down on his mouth, she pressed her body down his chest, his stomach, his pelvis & resumed sucking the life out of his hard-on.

He was reminded of all the times he'd given her a ride on his shoulders in their pool. He was especially reminded of the years when she'd been maturing, when her firm, wet thighs squashed against his ears & the feeling of her barely there bikini against his neck had given him a guilty frisson of arousal. How sometimes, with deep shame, he'd jerked off in the shower to the memory of her labia pressed against the back of his neck & now he was unabashedly eating her pussy. A father should never know how good his girl's cunt tasted.

He laughed into her, she was wet & tight & twitching under the power of his mouth & tongue. She squealed at the sensation. She'd only had a couple of hours to come to terms with him not being her father & now she was riding his face. She had his dick in her throat. His tongue was doing some wonderful things to her, deep in her vagina & his dick felt smooth & hard & warm. She loved how he reacted when she sucked the whole thing. She loved how his cock felt against her lips & tongue. She loved how it felt inside her.

They continued licking & sucking each other's most private parts. He couldn't believe it. He was licking her pussy, the pussy his dick had only just been inside, he was licking his daughter's pussy, except through a loophole of genetics, it wasn't exactly illegal. He wondered if secretly, every father had a dark fantasy about doing what he was. His life was ruined, right? & Sabrina's too, ruined. He was ruining her.

A few hours ago she believed, & had believed for her entire life he was her father & now he was fucking her. & oh God, she was so good at sucking his cock. So good. He wondered who had taught his little girl to suck cock so well. He imagined her sexy mouth around another man's dick, a man's hand on the back of her head, a man's voice guiding her & his own cock twitched at the idea. He wondered what it would be like to watch her get fucked. He licked fast & hard little zigzags & spirals into Sabrina's clit.

She still had her mouth around his cock but she was losing control. Instead of the expert sucking & licking, she was now just holding on with her mouth, almost for dear life, as Steve brought her steadily to climax on his face.

"Oh God!" She gasped. Surprised.

She could feel a frighteningly powerful sensation growing in her clit, she almost wanted to pull away from Steve's tongue, it felt so different, it felt so intimate. She'd come from her G-spot being stimulated many times, sometimes in tandem with having her clit worked, but she'd never cum from 69ing. She was amazed, she was even proud of him in a weird way, for surprising her like this. She hadn't expected this, hadn't expected him to be so good at licking her, hadn't expected his cock to feel so amazing inside her.

"Oh my God, oh God, please don't stop!" She begged hoarsely.

He felt her body both tensing & relaxing at the same time. He gripped her by the ass & held her on his face & continued to tease her magical little clit. He loved it. He loved the feeling of the smooth little nub against his lips & tongue, he loved feeling her losing control. He gripped her firm, young ass with both hands. He pressed his tongue as deep inside her as he could, then ran the tip across the top of her vagina on the way out & zig-zagged his way back around her clit. Then he repeated the action, over & over.

She came in a violent spasm, her entire body thrashed around on top of him, he locked her in place with his grip & kept licking. He watched her asshole flexing as every muscle in her body seemed to give out, he felt her cum wetting his face & he licked it from her vagina as she released it. She was screaming, swearing, she'd dropped his cock from her mouth & was groaning & yelling into his stomach, her hands bunched into little fists as she thrashed around & her pussy exploded with pleasure.

She was hitting the mattress, as though trying to tap-out from a fight. Even after the most intense orgasm passed, she had several smaller ones, like aftershocks, she was at his mercy. She tried to escape as he kept rubbing his tongue against her vagina, now afire with ecstasy, but he held her firmly, locked her in place on his mouth. She whimpered, she felt a tear run down her face. Her whole body cringed & vibrated with the effort & relief.

She lay panting on top of him, her legs weak & trembling as the waves subsided. He lay there for a few moments too, enjoying the victory, enjoying the view of her tight little ass from his angle at her vagina, which he kept licking. He ran his hands all over her. He loved her fit little body. A puddle of sweat had pooled in her lower back, he wiped it so she wouldn't get cold.

When he extracted himself from under her, she lay on her side for a moment, she was still breathing heavily, her eyes looking round, her lips parted. He kissed her & she grabbed him by the head & kissed him back fiercely. "FUCK, Dad!" she hissed. They laughed.

He tucked her hair behind her ear. Then gently rolled her onto her back & spread her legs & slowly slid his thick erection back into the cavity he'd just brought to climax; it was slick with her cum. He felt more in control on top of her. She gasped in shock. "Oh God!" She breathed, "Oh my God." He thought she'd forgotten he was still hard. She looked slightly terrified.

He grinned, he couldn't believe what was happening. He would never in a million years have predicted this. It felt incredible being inside her. As he fucked Sabrina his mind drifted to Cass. God, what would she think if she knew what he was doing? He'd been fucking his wife a few hours ago & now he was fucking their daughter, her daughter. Her pussy was drenched in cum & so tight, so deliciously tight. "I shouldn't be doing this," He whispered to himself, watching as the lips of her pussy stretched around his cock as he thrust it in & out of her.

Cass still saw him as Sabrina's Dad. He did too, in a complicated way. Cass would be mortified to walk in on him screwing Sabrina. He looked down at the girl who was moaning & fucking him with abandon, her body loose, her body his. He paused. It was so hot that it was wrong. But... the thought passed by quickly, his cock was hard & twitching in her wet little hole. It was soaking wet, it was so slippery. He could feel the hardened little pearl of her clit rubbing, squished between them. He rubbed harder, faster.

"Stop, Dad," She whispered weakly.

He thought of taking Dan's sloppy seconds from his wife. He was surprised that again, the memory didn't seem to distress him in the slightest, he changed tempo, he slooooowly pushed himself all the way inside her. Her breath turned to shuddering pants as she stared up at him in desperate need. He twisted a little inside her & she cried out a bit, then he slooooowly pulled back out til just the tip of him was sitting in the wet, pulsing lips of the girl beneath him.

"Please!" She breathed, "Please! Stop!"

He pressed her legs up, on each side of her ears & then after a few little fake-out presses, with her whimpering with need, he jammed his cock in her as deep as he could with every bit of strength & railed her. She gasped & took it hungrily.

He grinned, this was ridiculous. He was going to Hell for this. He fucked her. Hard. He held his little girl down on the mattress & banged her mercilessly until she was screaming, overwhelmed. He pressed one hand gently on her throat & choked her a little, tilting her body into his, rolling her hips as he plunged his cock deep into her soft, sensitive pussy. He drilled into her with all his strength, her body went limp underneath him as he used her little hole like he was mad at it. When he finally came, she was gasping for breath, gasping with shock, cumming like a wild animal. They came together.

They didn't sleep, they fucked all night. She surprised him with her stamina, her hunger, her insatiability. She surprised him with her experience, she looked like his little girl but she fucked like a demon. He thought he'd never be able to forget he'd filled her cunt with cum, he'd cum on her tongue, & her naked body, splattered with ropes of his semen. His daughter, his little girl, covered in his cum, licking it. & he'd fucked her so hard & she'd taken it perfectly. He thought he'd never get the image of her cum-soaked body out of his mind. Of what he'd done to her.

She shocked him so much with the FILTHY things she started to say as he fucked her that he ended up bending her over, & spanking her. He spanked her hard enough to make her little ass red, before he impaled her on his cock again & came in jerking, throbbing ecstasy inside her. He'd held her by the hair. He wasn't even afraid of hurting her. Their sex had been the most uninhibited he'd ever had. He couldn't begin to imagine what that said about him. What Sylvie or Dr Rivers would have made of it. They probably would have written a book about him. A VOLUME of books about him. & she seemed to like it just as rough.

In the morning he was fucking her doggy-style with his hands loosely around her throat when his cellphone chimed. It was Cass. "Don't pull out!" Sabrina hissed. He rolled his eyes a bit. What the fuck was wrong with him? He answered. He obeyed.

"Hey Cass," He said, slowly thrusting inside their daughter, "I was just about to call you." (Sabrina giggled). "Yeah, that's her, want me to put her on?" He held the phone down to her. She looked back at him & made motions shooing it away. He took pity but he put a finger to his mouth. 'Keep quiet' He mouthed.

"Sorry, she's not quite ready." He listened. "Yeah. Yeah. No, it's OK. At least she came here - " his breath hitched as Sabrina pushed her cunt back against him, taking the full length of him inside herself & squeezed him tight. So tight. She had such young, healthy vaginal muscles, the kind of pelvic floor you lost after having children, or simply aging, & she clenched him like a vice. He closed his eyes as he tried not to make a sound; tried to at least half-listen to whatever Cass was saying.

"Could you repeat that?" He said, praying his voice was steady. The little tease was rocking quickly forward & back & making it very hard to concentrate. He could hear the wet pussy noises their bodies made together. He tried not to look at the sweet little pussy-lips that squeezed his dick as she fucked him but it was difficult to pull his eyes away. He put a hand on her hip & held her still, shaking his head at her. "Yep, yep. Look, why don't we come around for dinner later, & try & talk it out?"

Sabrina rolled her eyes but Steve couldn't see. Finally, he disconnected the call, checking it VERY carefully to make sure the call had fully ended, & fell upon her in exasperation. He ended up picking her up & carrying her over his shoulder to his bed, pinning her face-down so he could finish fucking her HARD, in punishment for her teasing, demolishing her pussy. He came on her ass. Feeling incredibly dirty, he licked his cum off her asscheeks. He nibbled & playfully bit the firm, perky flesh & she squealed happily at the sensation.

They lay tangled up & naked on his bed. They ordered coffee & breakfast to be delivered. When the knock came on the door she got up & threw on one of his button downs from the floor. She looked like the perfect little wet-dream, he thought. Girls, especially this incredibly beautiful, sexy young girl, look mind-blowing in button down shirts after sex. He knew she knew it too. Her confidence only made her more sexy. The fact that she was bare-assed was the cherry on top. He almost hoped the delivery guy would catch a flash.

He stopped himself a bit, what if? But shook his brief worry off. It was extremely unlikely the delivery guy would know anything about him or who lived in the apartment. & besides, there was nothing wrong with fucking Sabrina because (his brain seemed to yell this like a cheer squad) she wasn't his daughter! They weren't breaking any laws, were they?

But he wondered for a bit if he was fucking her up. He wondered if she was having sex with him to get revenge on her mother. & wasn't that kind of what he was doing? Revenge fucking his daughter to get back at Cass & Dan? He wondered if in a few weeks Sabrina would hate him. He wondered (& this thought REALLY shocked the wind out of him) if she'd tell Cass.

Would she? Could she? She might do it to hurt Cass deliberately, but that didn't feel like the Sabrina he knew. But what if it just slipped out during another heated fight between them? Christ, he thought, what if the person at the door WASN'T the breakfast delivery guy but was CASSIE & she could immediately tell he'd had his dick inside Sabrina?

He shot out of bed & started dragging on clothes as quickly as he could. Sabrina came back carrying a paper bag & a coffee tray & caught him. "What's... going on?" She asked.

"I - " He stumbled, "Shit, Ca-Sabrina." (he'd almost called her Cassie) "We can't get caught. We can never tell anyone about this."

"No kidding," She said, getting back onto the bed. "Don't worry, I can keep a secret."

She put the tray between the pillows & unbuttoned the shirt. He sighed as he looked at her in the sunlight. She was so smooth & tanned. Her pussy was smooth, he didn't think it was shaved, did she get it waxed? His Dad-brain wondered if that was a good idea for a college kid on a budget. She liked him looking & she bent a knee up so he could see between her legs.

He chuckled to himself. It was going to be a strange adjustment. He wondered, did Sabrina want this to continue? He knew he did. But was this a one-night thing or was their new relationship going to include sex? Jesus, would she eventually want a public relationship regardless of what she thought now? His mind was spinning.

"You look worried," She said. "Would you mind drinking your coffee & eating some pastry real fast? Then you can keep worrying while you fuck me." He smiled. "& get out of those clothes before you get back in here."

"Whatever you say, boss." He said, undressing. Before taking a sip of coffee he ran his hands over her naked body, exploring her in the daylight. "You're exquisite." He told her. She laughed through a mouthful of cronut.

They sat there, chewing & sipping coffee in silence for a while. She finished her cronut, or as much of it as she could stomach, well before her coffee, which she drank slowly. While she sipped her coffee, she reached her other hand out & started to jerk him off a bit. Not enough to risk an orgasm, but enough to stir him. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as he nibbled his apricot Danish & drank his own coffee. She was watching his face with a dirty half-smile.

After a while, she set aside her cup. Turning to him she took his cup & half-eaten pastry off him too. Put them gently on the side table & straddled him, impaling herself on his hard-on again. He was sitting & couldn't move that much but she seemed to want to just slowly slide herself up & down on him. It was a wonderful feeling & he loved being face to face with her that close, as she fucked herself with his dick, he kissed her, held her, felt her.

"This feels so nice," He whispered, amazed.

"Hmmmm," She moaned a little. "I love this, Dad. Sorry, Steve?" They both shrugged a bit. "Seriously though, it feels so much better than - " She stopped herself. He knew she was going to mention whoever she was seeing at college, whoever the secret boy was. "It's just different from what I've had before," She said, still sliding slowly up & down, her channel so warm, so slick with cum.

He could feel her pussy starting to tighten, starting to twitch, he couldn't believe it, she was making herself cum, she had complete control over the angle & speed & she knew exactly how to make the most of it. He was hypnotised & then she was arching her back, almost like a bridge, as the climax took over & Steve sucked her nipples & held her by the waist, firmly enough that she wouldn't fall off his dick, but loosely enough that she could keep sliding up & down on it as she came.

His mind went absolutely blank as he shot his load inside her. He could feel it leaking out of them both, making a wet spot on the sheet, as she rested, sitting on his spent penis. He held her trembling little body in his arms, gently. His hands counting her vertebrae.

After what felt like a long time she started to pull herself off him, he held her on him for a moment. Unready to leave that warm little pussy.

"What are we going to do, baby?" He asked.

She said, "I honestly don't know. Do you?"

"I have no idea. We shouldn't be doing this." He bent his head down & sucked a perky little nipple, swirled his tongue around it.

She giggled & then she became hysterical with laughter, "& there's DAN!" She managed to choke out, despite struggling to breathe with the violent laughing. The giggling pushed him out of her.

"Yeah, well, I guess it's up to you if you tell him he's your father, I can't find his address for you if you think a letter would be easier." He sighed. "But seriously, I think we need to think up some kind of... game plan? I can't think of the right words, sorry."

Her manic giggling finally eased. They sat quietly.

After a while he lay back down & she lay against him. They spooned naked on top of the bedding. He absent-mindedly drew shapes on her body with his fingertips. She sighed, she loved the way he touched her. It had been an incredible, surprising night. When she'd decided, in the shower, that she'd have sex with him she thought he would be more passive.

She'd imagined almost forcing herself on him, bouncing herself on his dick until he blew his load. She couldn't even explain why she wanted to fuck him, why the urge felt so strong as soon as she'd discovered they weren't related by blood. She thought it would just be a one-off thing, a way of punishing herself for Dan, a way of punishing her Mom, a way of self-destructing. Something so fucked up to do that she'd be able to stop thinking about all the different times & all the different ways Dan had fucked her, not knowing they were father & daughter.

She'd changed her mind a handful of times while she sat on him, & had been panicking about the fact that he wasn't pushing her off him, wasn't stopping her, seemed to be into it. She'd suddenly felt like a little girl, nervous, in over her head, emotional. She was about to apologize, to tell him it had been a mistake, driven by an extreme reaction to the sea-change in her life as she knew it. Then he'd gripped her, too strong for her to escape, & he'd fucked her, calling her bluff.

She had no idea that after she started, he'd turn out to be an incredible fuck. She had no idea her Dad - Steve (Jesus) had it in him. She hadn't anticipated that he'd give her multiple orgasms. She hadn't been consciously attracted to him, even though objectively, she knew he was attractive enough for an older man. She had shocked herself almost as much as she'd shocked him when she'd started to touch the smooth length of his shaft & had looked at him in the pale light & realised he was sexy, realised how good it would feel to have him inside her.

She had no idea how she was going to handle things with Dan. She still loved him. Still wanted him... she couldn't bear to think about it. She was so fucked up. Yet... even though on paper she knew it was a depraved, perverted thing to do, she didn't want to stop screwing either one of them. How could she switch off her feelings for Dan? How could she forget the year they'd been together, just because she learned something she wished she didn't know?

Something she'd been thinking about - what was it - made her think back to the day she'd lost her virginity to him. She wasn't quite able to connect the pieces. Even now she struggled to remember it clearly. She'd told herself it had been because she'd been so drunk, maybe even still a bit drunk from the party the night before - but then, at college, she'd gone to a lot of parties, had seemed to drink even more - & yet, didn't seem to have that weird sense of wobbliness she'd felt that day, didn't seem to black out in the same way.

There had been something nagging at her for a while. Something that seemed out of place or wrong. She just couldn't put her finger on it.

Then, as she'd rode on the man she'd always thought of as her Dad, she'd felt a strange sense of 'safeness'. She felt safer with Steve. Even when Steve was fucking her rough, choking her, pulling her hair, holding her in position as he fucked her like a machine, she knew she was safe. Even when he'd bent her over & spanked her (she blushed at the memory) she'd felt completely safe. & she'd loved it.

If she could convince him to continue a sexual relationship with her, she was going to ask him to add that to their repertoire. She'd been stone cold sober when she'd lowered herself onto Steve's erection, she'd been in control, at least at the beginning, & it had been absolutely intoxicating. She'd loved it when he spanked her.

Steve's voice broke into her train of thought. "I'm going to see if Cass'll let us put dinner off until tomorrow night instead."

"OK." Sabrina replied automatically. Then she registered what he'd actually said, "Yeah, that's a really good idea."

"Yeah," He said, almost dreamily echoing her. "I think we should at least be a bit more well-rested before we see her."

Sabrina scooched her body to where she could suck his dick again. She heard him moan in surprise. "After this we get some sleep though, OK baby?" He whispered & gave himself over to her again.

When he woke up later that afternoon, spooning the naked girl, his cock, although it had gone soft, was still in her pussy. He'd evidently fallen asleep after they'd climaxed but before he'd pulled out. He gently extracted himself trying not to wake her. He jiggled it a bit as if to check it still worked. It was almost like it was a bit numb, like it had fallen asleep.

He looked at the clock & hustled to call Cass in time to reschedule. She was disappointed.

"Promise you'll get here tomorrow though, OK?" She pleaded. "We need to talk. I can't lose you both."

But she seemed to trust that he knew best. He felt guilty pretending to be the same old 'Dad' having just pulled his cock out of their daughter, still slick with her. After the conversation he sat at the kitchen breakfast nook & thought for a long time about if he could stop now that he'd started.

He opened his laptop, he wanted to look at his accounts, his salary was solid, & he hadn't touched his inheritance or trust fund since his parents had passed away. He wanted to check how the investments were doing & when he'd best be able to access some money without it incurring penalties.

When he'd married Cass he hadn't thought of a prenup, he was so head-over-heels & so young he couldn't imagine them ever splitting up. He smiled grimly at how wrong he'd been, how in denial & how blind. Luckily, Cass had INSISTED they consult a lawyer & get a prenup signed. He'd felt at the time it was just another sign of how much he could trust her. Now, he looked back & realised that it was precisely because she knew he COULDN'T really trust her that she'd insisted. She'd been secretly screwing Dan, she'd been pregnant with a baby she wasn't certain was Steve's, so out of guilt, she'd insisted on the legal division of assets.

As he waited for the information to load he felt a realization. He was amazed to search his feelings & find there wasn't a hint of the insecurity & jealousy that had been poisoning him for the past six years about Cass's infidelity, or about his unacknowledged fixation with Dan. He tried to access the anger & pain but it seemed to have evaporated.

He closed his eyes & deliberately recalled some of the scenes that he found especially triggering. Cass riding on Dan's lap, her cum wetting his jeans, Cass standing with her legs apart as Dan brought her to multiple orgasms with his tongue, Cass & Dan looking him in the eye as they fucked doggystyle in front of him (an image he'd found especially sour when he learned that they'd been screwing behind his back for years before that moment).

He still loved her. He felt perhaps he always would. Maybe that's why more than a year after moving out he still hadn't talked to a lawyer about the legal process of a divorce. He thought about their failed attempt at sex in the old home's kitchen. He felt certain that given another chance, he'd have no problem performing this time. The idea of screwing her, having just secretly screwed their daughter was turning him on already. He realized, suddenly, his dick would have still smelled like Cass, when he'd put it in Sabrina.

"Jesus Christ," He whispered to himself, shaking his head.

He wondered if this new-found sense of confidence would last. He tried to tell himself not to get too comfortable, but even then, deep down, he believed it would. He'd changed so much over the past year & now something profound had shifted the moment he'd fucked Sabrina. It felt as though once he'd crossed that line with their girl, he couldn't hang onto any more anger or jealousy. Perhaps, deep down, he knew that indulging that forbidden desire was a worse betrayal than anything she'd EVER done.

He chuckled. He felt light. An enormous weight had been lifted from him, even as he knew he should feel guilty. He glanced over at the messed up bedding on the pull-out sofa & the bath towel that had been dropped to the carpet before Sabrina had pressed her young, naked form against him, as she'd shocked him by reaching into his pajama pants for his cock & he'd shocked himself by wanting it to happen. He felt his dick stirring as he sat on the bar stool.

He examined the numbers on the screen, he poured himself a Jim Beam. He looked up a lot of other things too, properties, lawyers. He made sure his accounts were settled with Sylvia & Dr Rivers before he sent them both emails saying that he appreciated all their help but would no longer be attending sessions. He used the phrase 'I believe I've learned the tools I'll need to use to move on.'

He laughed. It was a lie. He knew if either therapist knew what he'd done that day, who he'd been screwing & what he was thinking of doing, the hair-brained scheme he was coming up with, they'd probably have him committed for mental health observation without a second thought. Maybe they'd even call the police.

Was he crazy? Well. Hadn't their whole marriage been crazy when you added Dan to the story? He thought about Trish, about the old man who liked to fill her cunt with groceries. He thought about all the times he'd looked at the homes & people around him in the suburbs & had wondered what kind of secret fetishes & oddities those suburban dwellings concealed. He was 45 years old. He had what? 35 more years on Earth if he was lucky? Maybe 20?

He felt warm, light fingertips creeping around his ribs. Sabrina had tiptoed behind him & he felt her rest her head on his upper back. He held her hands to his chest with his own for a moment, before pulling her hand to his mouth & kissing her fingers softly. He turned around on the bar stool & they kissed, she stood between his knees & leaned in as they ran their hands through each other's hair & ran their tongues through each other's mouths.

"We need to talk," He whispered gently.

"You talk, I'll suck," She whispered back, devilishly, her hands drifting down his body.

He laughed, she was a tiger. "No, baby, I'm serious, we need to talk."

She rolled her eyes, her hands were already teasing his cock erect. Fuck she was a horny girl, Steve thought, he'd never met a girl who enjoyed sucking dick as much as she did.

Sabrina was bending over & her tongue touched the tip of his erection. He let her lick it for a while, losing his senses, but then he straightened her up. "Baby girl," He told her, holding her by the chin. "We REALLY need to talk." He hopped off the bar stool, walked to one of the living area chairs & fell into it, but he pulled her onto his lap with her hand. She was looking worried. It wasn't a good idea, but it would feel better... he lifted her & slipped his dick in.

She moaned & leaned her head back on his shoulder, her hair tickling him as it fell loosely. He steadied her, holding with one hand around her stomach, the other crossing her ribcage & cupping a breast, locking her somewhat in place. They could talk & fuck gently, he thought. He kissed her on her shoulder.

He rolled his groin around incredibly, incredibly softly. Barely moving, just enough to enjoy the sensation of being inside her as they talked. & they started talking. Half an hour later they were still in the exact same position, her wet pussy still enjoying the gentle movement of Steve within her. It felt like it belonged there. He had the answers he needed. He'd told her his idea. She agreed it was crazy. She agreed she wanted to try it.

They hadn't talked about Dan, he had nothing to do with this, but Sabrina still wasn't sure what she was going to do when she went back to college. She realized she couldn't even talk to Hannah about her feelings, how would she explain what she'd been doing with Steve? How could she possibly explain how normal & natural it felt despite all evidence to the contrary?

She couldn't talk to anyone about Dan. Ever. It was like the most implausible, dirty soap opera you could imagine. She'd fucked both her fathers, biological & legal. She'd known when Dan moved her into his place that she needed to be discreet, but after more than a year together she'd really started to fantasize about 'coming out' about their relationship. Maybe, when she was older, she told herself, her parents could accept that their little girl was with a man more than twice her age?

But finding out that he was her biological father. It was an almost unbelievable nightmare. She shuddered when she thought of what they'd done. She felt nauseous when she realized Dan had screwed her mother all those years ago. Her boyfriend, her father. She would never feel clean ever again. She wanted to scrub the knowledge from her mind.

Just two more nights & she'd be back in Oregon. She thought about how quickly their window for sex was closing & she rotated on Steve's cock until she was facing him, on her knees she started to grind furiously & in a moment she felt him jerking & fighting inside her, she felt him release his pent-up orgasm.

She didn't cum that time, but she enjoyed it so much, that power over him, her ability to make him ejaculate. She loved knowing him this deeply. She loved feeling him cum in her pussy. She loved it, even as she was ashamed of it. She thought, I'm ruined anyway, maybe one of them will be able to fuck my memories out.

Steve loved it too. It couldn't be a real relationship, it couldn't be committed or monogamous, it could never work that way, but the sex, Jesus Christ, he'd never felt as sexually compatible with anyone else, ever. Both of them had admitted to it being incredible, beyond their imagination, both of them had admitted to how sexually fulfilling they were finding each other's bodies & kinks & arousal.

She thought she could just... Push the sensible voice in her mind somewhere else... If she could ignore the disgust she felt in herself... She could just give in to her base desires & nobody would ever have to know how much she loved getting fucked by him.

Steve's mind also raced, he recognized that he'd been submissively, neglectfully passive with Cass. Almost more than passive, almost emotionally disconnected. He'd let his resentments build up to the point where he had an anger problem by never communicating his real feelings. It had turned him on, watching Cass getting fucked by Dan, until it hadn't. Until it had only deepened pre-existing insecurities that he'd never talked about.

In their therapy sessions she'd expressed a few times that she never felt like he truly saw her. She said she often felt like he'd put her on such a high pedestal from the moment they met that he'd stopped seeing her as a person. & that it had crossed the line from adoration, into objectification.

"You loved me as if I wasn't real, as if I was a doll. You remember all the times you tried to pressure me into fucking a stranger? Or one of the guys you worked with? Or the desperate losers from our church? I felt like I was being whored out." She paused. "I was like I wasn't a person, but something you wanted to dirty, something you wanted to degrade, for your own entertainment, for your own ego."

It had stung, hearing all that. He'd felt defensive & angry, as if she were blaming him for her betrayal.

Yet... he'd been thinking about it a lot. & (as he ejaculated into her teenage daughter), he could see how dehumanising it would feel to learn that your partner would be turned on by watching you fuck someone you didn't want to fuck. He'd even suggested homeless men. He'd need to apologise to her, he hadn't let up asking her to do it either, even when she'd tried to tell him she didn't want to.

Was he really surprised that after avoiding showing any emotion, avoiding communicating, avoiding saying 'I've changed my mind, I want monogamy' she'd been drawn to his opposite? To a man who wasn't desperate, who hadn't put her on a pedestal, who was confident & proactive & dominant without needing her to be cowed? He needed to find a balance that worked for him, for them. He needed to find a way to fully be himself, & not some snivelling doormat that made a relationship difficult.

The desperate men he imagined screwing her were almost a stand-in for himself. He saw HIMSELF as a desperate loser who got to fuck a goddess, he didn't like HIMSELF, so how could Cass ever like him enough to make up for that?

It was laughably cliché when he looked at it like that. Everything was both incredibly complicated, & incredibly simple. He labelled her as perfect, then tried to ruin that perfection, then resented her for not being perfect. It didn't make what she'd done OK at all, but he couldn't ignore it wasn't black & white.

Somewhere along the line, being separated from Cass, finding unconditional friendship & intimacy with Trish, & exploring the darker sides of his sexuality with Sabrina... he felt reborn. It was all kinds of wrong. But here he was, feeling more like himself than he could remember. Balls deep in his daughter.

***

After dinner & a bit of fooling around in the shower, he'd ended up lifting Sabrina around the waist & she braced herself against the thick glass tiles with her hands & feet while he fucked her from behind. When she'd cum she'd sighed "Daddy, daddy, daddy" In rapture. She hadn't planned it, she didn't even usually call him that, it had just slipped out while he plowed her.

Steve wasn't entirely surprised that it turned him on so deeply. Sex with Sabrina was going to be a strange, dirty, adventure.

Almost by virtue of their taboo relationship, he felt like he had unspoken permission to explore his most secret fantasies, his basest, most hidden desires.

It felt like once they'd crossed the line from father & daughter to lovers, nothing was left forbidden. Neither would ever shame the other for anything that turned them on, for anything they wanted to try. In a strange way, It was helping Sabrina come to terms with the secret she'd been keeping about her Godfather. Her real father. The man who'd taken her virginity & who she'd been living & sleeping with secretly for more than a year.

Dan had been her only other lover, her introduction to sex. It had happened so quickly she'd felt like she had whiplash at the time. One minute she'd been sitting on his sofa watching a movie & sipping alcohol, the next minute... She still struggled to comprehend it. The short story was she'd blacked out & done something weird & had woken up to... Well, to having sex. Dan had told her he loved her, many times, but lately it felt almost hollow. She felt guilty for even doubting it.

& now.

Now she knew they were father & daughter. For more than a year they'd been committing incest, unknowingly. Now that she knew... It felt as though her world had been turned upside down, like a snowglobe, like every little piece of snow that swirled around in the glass was a piece of her life. Her family was shattered. Steve had raised her, he'd named her. For all intents & purposes he was the only father she'd ever known & now she couldn't get enough of his hard cock. & she'd also been having intense, passionate sex with her biological father all this time. Secretly. So many lies.

She trusted Steve, trusted him in a way that she didn't trust Dan. How strange it was that she'd trusted Dan more before they'd become lovers than afterwards. How strange it was that she trusted Dan even less now that she knew he was her birth-father. Had he EVER suspected?

Dan, who'd been her 'boyfriend' had secretly had sex with her mother. It HAD been before she was born, but he'd never told her. Why hadn't he told her? It seemed like the kind of thing you'd tell your girlfriend 'by the way, a very, very long time ago your mom & I hooked up, but it was just the once.'

& was it? Was it a one-night stand or had Cass & Dan been a couple before her mom had married Steve? She'd cheated on Steve, Sabrina did the maths, for there to be enough time for her conception & for Steve to have been misled about his paternity of her, it had been an affair. Had that affair continued after she was born? She had questions.

She supposed she could ask Steve about it but even that was so complicated. So tricky. Would Steve want to talk about the man who'd cuckolded him? Would he be OK with talking about Cass's affair now that he & Sabrina were screwing each other?

She didn't know if she could trust Dan or Cass. Steve wanted her to try & salvage her relationship with Cass, & she knew he had a point. Everything else aside, she was her mom. But neither Cass or Steve knew the full picture. Cass had no idea what had just started with Steve & Sabrina. How smoothly they'd moved from parent/child to having sex. She had no idea that Sabrina had been in a sexual relationship with Dan, her actual biological father, for over a year. Shit, maybe she needed a decade of therapy.

All the secrets in their family had coalesced into a terrible, incestuous rat-king.

'Don't think about it,' She told herself silently. 'Don't think about any of it.'

Sabrina asked Steve if it would be OK if she went to Cass's dinner by herself. At first she thought she'd hurt his feelings, as if by excluding him he felt like he was really no longer part of their family, but he'd look worried & asked, "You're not going to tell her what we've been doing, right?"

"No," She said, "No. Of course not."

"It's not that - "

"I know," She said. "No, I won't tell her."

He still looked worried.

"Will you call me if you need anything?" He'd asked as he put one of his soft jackets around her shoulders. "& will you... Will you stay here or with her tonight?"

Sabrina pulled the jacket closed over her T-shirt. It smelled like him. She wondered if SHE smelled like him. She knew she'd be late to her Mom's if she didn't leave soon but she was incredibly tempted to push him back onto the still-extended sofa-bed & sit on his face again.

She was feeling sex-drunk too. It was like a high. If he'd been just any guy, she thought she would have stayed in bed with him, just luxuriating in the new & exciting sensation & connection they felt. It was crazy. Her mind still called him 'Dad' but her body was on fire with arousal. She inhaled his scent from the jacket, how would she be able to keep this a secret? How would she be able to stop herself from blushing at dinner?

But she reminded herself how adept she'd become at lying over the past year. Reminded herself that she'd managed to keep Dan a secret, even now. She'd seen a message from him on her phone (his number was saved as 'Marlon' just in case her parents saw it) but hadn't read it. She hadn't felt prepared to answer whatever it was. In a few days she'd be back in Oregon & she'd see him in person. She was still uncertain about what she was going to do. She couldn't seem to entirely stop thinking about him as if he was still her secret, dangerous older boyfriend & not her secret, dangerous biological father-lover.

Later that night, much later, Steve awoke to Sabrina quietly getting into bed with him. He hadn't even bothered putting on pajama pants this time. She'd undressed too & backed herself into his arms. Her hand stroked his stomach, followed the line of blond hair that grew down to his cock & she grasped it. She started to rub him, & he reached between her legs, slipped a pair of fingers inside her, she was already wet.

They touched each other without speaking for a while, in the silence of the room. The secret seemed heightened, under the covers, neither of them speaking, his fingers penetrating the velvet interior of his daughter, her soft hand pulling on his dick, making him as hard as concrete. The discretion of the act only made it hotter, just their shuddering breaths, their naked bodies pressed against each other in the dark.

Eventually, she turned into him, her face close to his, her mouth by his ear & he tingled all over as she whispered, her breath gently disturbing his hair, "Should I suck it? Or fuck it, daddy?"

Oh God he loved her. He was just about to tell her to choose when he changed his mind.

"Get on me, baby," He whispered, "I want to feel you cum on my dick."

She did & he almost lost his mind as he pounded her with his cock. By the end they were lying diagonally across the bed, her hair was spilling over the edge. He lay on top of her, still inside her, & kissed her beautiful neck. They were both slick with sweat, their hands lazily exploring each other's exhausted, naked bodies.

For the hundredth time he asked himself what was wrong with him. He'd just orgasmed inside his little girl & she'd called him 'daddy' as he did it. Even as he'd fucked her he'd remembered pushing her on a swing, taking her to school, putting bandaids on scraped knees. Even as he'd held her naked young body under his & pumped his dick inside her, coating himself in the juices from her pussy.

"Fuck, Sabrina," He sighed. He stabilised himself on his elbows & pulled his wilted erection from her. His cock slid out, creamy, a mix of them both. He pushed his face between her breasts & sighed, kissed.

He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him & they lay there, her head resting on his bicep, one of her long legs bent over his body. He cradled her to him. The whole room smelled of sex, smelled of her pussy. They didn't seem to be able to keep their hands off each other. He knew he'd be back inside her at least once more before the sun rose.

Finally, he asked, "How did things go at Mom's?"

She smiled wryly. "OK," She murmured, "OK, I guess. I'm still mad at her. I can't believe she lied to us all for so long. But... I'll get over it. We'll be OK, I think. As long as she never finds out about us."

Steve grimaced. He'd been thinking about that too.

He knew he shouldn't be having sex with Sabrina but he really, REALLY didn't want to stop. He knew it was selfish, but... he scooted his way down her body, leaned over & started kissing between her knees, her inner thighs, working his way to her sweet little pussy. She started to moan & sigh in ecstasy, how could he ever turn this down while it was on offer?

"It's hard to stay angry at Mom when we're doing this together," She whispered as he explored her vagina with his mouth.

"Mmm," Steve agreed, he couldn't feel mad anymore either.

Interrupting her orgasm he flipped her onto his knee, her pelvic mound rested on his dick, her sweet little asscheeks across his lap, facing up like a pair of ripe peaches. She braced herself against the floor with her hands.

"You're so dirty," He whispered.

SMACK. A tingling shock of pain & pleasure ran through her.

"You started this," He whispered. 'You wanted it'.

SMACK. It hurt, it hurt so good. Her ass was on fire where he'd spanked her.

"Mom would be horrified."

"Yes," She smiled.

SMACK. He rubbed her ass a little with his hand, as if feeling the heat he'd created with his slaps. He squeezed it & she moaned in rapture.

"Do you want my dick in your pussy, baby?"

She did. She wanted his dick. She wanted Steve's dick. She wanted Dan's dick. She wanted Dad's dick. She was still wet from Steve's cunnilingus & her body was aching for cock. She wanted both men in her at the same time. In front of an audience. She wanted them to fuck her in front of Cass. She wanted to drop all the secrets & bullshit & let the world see what a dirty, gross, pervert she really was. She wasn't normal. She'd never be normal again. She was ruined. She disgusted herself.

'Don't think about it,' she silently repeated to herself.

SMACK. She shuddered. She loved this. She hated this.

"Such a filthy girl," He whispered. She felt his dick twitching against her. "Say please."

SMACK. That one was especially hard. She was so turned on, she could feel a droplet of cum rolling slowly along her clit, it tickled. She knew that in a moment it would reach Steve's lap & he'd feel it too.

"Please," She whimpered

"Do you want my dick in your ass, baby?" He whispered.

That did it. Before he even had a chance to smack her again she'd twisted herself off his lap.

He tried to grab her arms but she shook him off, & she lowered herself onto his lap, like a chair. She pulled her asscheeks open & was thrilled to hear his surprised, startled gasp as her ass begrudgingly took him inside.

Again her mind flashed back to her first time with Dan. He'd held her down against the floor. She'd cried, asked him to stop, begged him really, & he'd ignored her, forced himself inside her anally. It had hurt but after a while it felt good again. Looking back she wondered if she'd have had the bravery to try it without him making her. As she took Steve's dick in her ass she felt a complicated gratitude, Dan had thoroughly broken her in & now it felt amazing having Steve fuck her there.

She smiled to herself, it felt good having a secret from Dan. She wasn't going to tell him about this. She'd suspected a couple of times that he might be cheating on her. She didn't have any proof but she felt it, deep down. Every time she tried to ask him he somehow made her feel guilty for not trusting him.

"Oh God," Steve groaned, "Oh God, baby."

He thrust inside her as much as he could, his arms holding her around the waist as she bounced up & down. He didn't know she was open to anal. He didn't know she'd done it before. He'd just been trying to talk dirty as he spanked her & this was...

"Oh God, oh my God, oh God baby, oh God." He leaned back a little so he could get a better view of his dick being swallowed up by his girl's asshole. 'That settles it,' He thought as he did it, 'I'm the worst father in the world.'

He stood her up, & leaned over to the bed stand where he pulled a bottle out of the top drawer. She twisted her neck & watched as he pumped twice into his hand, then he slathered the clear gel on his throbbing cock. Lube glistened in the dim light.

He stood & picked her up under the knees & daggered her on his cock. Her breath shuddered out of her. 'He's using me like a fleshlight,' she thought & that turned her on even more. He slid his hand down her stomach & started to finger her, he was holding her up with his fingers inside one hole, his dick in another.

The force of it was driving her insane, she'd never cum from anal before but something about her total lack of control, something about how roughly he was bouncing her & how big he felt was hitting something. Combined with his fingers she was lost. She could only beg "Please, please!" As the orgasm took hold of her.

He fell backwards onto the bed, holding her in his arms as his dick slipped out.

Impulsively, he threw her on the pillows & crouched between her legs. He devoured her with his mouth, eating her pussy & her asshole with an animalistic fervor. She was screaming "YES! YES! YES!" & he drove her over wave after wave of unstoppable climaxes, she made fists in his hair, holding onto him with an insane desperation.

Her entire body fought against him, against the sensation she could barely handle as he licked & licked, he thrust two fingers in her cunt as well, manipulating her G-spot with the same ferocity. "OH SHIT!" Sabrina yelled & he felt a powerful, quivering clench around his tongue, & then his little girl squirted, a strong jet of hot liquid onto the right-hand side of his forehead.

He dodged out of the way, catching only a little, but there was a large wet patch on the sheets, it would seep into the mattress. He didn't care, he was euphoric. He wiped his dick on the ruined sheets, forced her writhing legs apart & stuck her in the cunt again. "OH! OH! OH!" she was nearly crying, "Unnnnggghhhhhhhh!" He fucked her, as she slipped further out of reach of sanity, as she left the ability to communicate behind. Wordlessly begging for relief. Her eyes closed, her mouth gaping open as he screwed her, drilling, until finally, he shot his load deep inside her. Her body seemed to relent & she was quiet. After a while she opened her eyes & looked up at him in shock. She was speechless.

He pulled out & she inhaled & exhaled a deep breath, her limbs were limp, splayed around her devastated, sweating body. Her heart was racing, her lungs were heaving, her eyelashes flickered. He kissed her over her tummy, her navel, her hips & sides, her breasts, her throat, her neck. He kissed her arms & her fingertips. She just lay there, trying to catch her breath, trying to return to the world.

"Did I..." She whispered in awe, "Did I pee myself?"

"Kind of, baby" He mumbled into the palm of her hand, "You squirted. Have you ever squirted before?"

"No..." She murmured, "I didn't know I could. It felt... Did I squirt ON you?"

Instead of answering he brushed her hair from her face & kissed her. She kissed him back. Then fell back against the pillows again. "Oh God Dad, that was incredible."

They laughed.

"Steve," She said.

"Yeah," he replied, "Maybe I'm just Steve now. It's already wrong enough."

"Steve." She repeated. "Dad. Steve. Steven." It was a hard habit to shake, she'd always call him Dad.

They lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in silence for a while. He was going to Hell, he thought. He was just about to say something to her when he noticed she'd fallen asleep. He covered her with a sheet & went to the bathroom.

While he was there he checked his phone & noticed a message from Cass thanking him for getting Sabrina to talk to her. She also wanted to invite him to dinner the night after Sabrina went back to college. It was far too late to reply but he knew the answer was yes.

He washed his hands & brushed his teeth. For a moment he couldn't look at himself in the vanity mirror, but he forced himself to. He looked the same as he always did. Rumpled, with bed-head but just... Steve. There were a couple of shallow scratches on his upper back where Sabrina had accidentally raked her nails but he was almost surprised not to see "predator" or "depraved" branded on his face. He was on Sabrina's birth certificate, & he couldn't seem to keep his cock out of her. He'd never ever thought of himself as that type of guy before.

Could he ever tell Cass? Was there even the slightest possibility she'd ever understand? No. Definitely not. He washed his face with cold water. He went back to bed, slid his body against Sabrina's & slept deeply until the next morning. She woke him in the best possible way. He sighed, closed his eyes & leaned back, allowing himself to just enjoy the incredible sensation of her mouth sucking his dick & balls.

She was moaning & the vibration in her mouth was heavenly. As he felt his cum gathering, he decided he wanted to watch & he sat up on his elbows. She lay, looking up at him, sticking her tongue out & with a few jerks he splattered her face & mouth with his semen. She was so fucking sexy, he thought, she must be so popular at college. They showered together in silence, kissing under the running water. He felt like a young man again.

Later, as he brewed coffee, part of him realized he was so hungry for her because he worried they'd only get this chance - that something was about to completely destroy the fragile & strange sex-bubble they seemed to be existing within. Would it be Cass? Or would Sabrina change her mind suddenly? Maybe she'd come to her senses & feel disgusted that he hadn't done the responsible thing & kept his dick out of her. The past few days had been dreamlike, tenuous. Maybe he'd simply wake up? Find out it was a coma dream or hallucination?

'Fuck it' He thought, & made the most of the few days they had left together. The first night without her, when she'd gone back to college, he could still smell her all over his bedding & body. He knew he should have changed the linen, it was ruined anyway. But her scent, the dirty things they'd done together...

That night, alone, he jerked off in the sheets looking at the screensaver on his phone (her last school picture), then rubbed himself against the pillow she'd used bending it & fucking the crease until he came in it. He thought he'd ask her to send him a sexy picture of herself, something better to look at in the future. Maybe he'd keep some of her underwear around.

The next day he changed the bed, he threw out the pillow he'd ruined. He prepared for his dinner with Cass.

***

In Oregon Sabrina got home before Dan, she showered & unpacked. She sent him a text telling him she was back. After a while she sent a couple of texts to friends, including Hannah & chilled on the balcony, painted her toenails while she waited.

***

A few days later, Steve had taken three showers before finally working up the courage to drive to the old family home for dinner with Cass. He was convinced she'd take one look at him & know all about what he'd done to their daughter. He thought she'd smell it on him. He knew he was being irrational, but his hands shook with nerves. He couldn't believe Sabrina had managed to see her without accidentally spilling their secret.

He took several deep breaths before ringing the doorbell. He had the sudden urge to run back to his car & drive to Canada. Start a new life. Change his name.

Cass called out, "Just let yourself in!"

The door was unlocked & he found her in the kitchen, turning the heat off under the Le Creuset casserole dish. The house was filled with the aroma of slow-cooked lamb shanks. His favorite. A bottle of red wine was open on the bench, she'd already had a glass & was on her second.

Was he imagining things or did she look a little nervous as well?

She faced him, looking younger than she had in a while, slightly vulnerable. She was wearing a soft green jersey dress, long-sleeved, modest, but he thought, without a bra. It thrilled him. She'd painted her mouth red, her nails freshly manicured the same tone. She'd gone to some effort.

He remembered the first date they'd gone on, how amazed he'd been that such a stunning woman had accepted his invitation, how he'd stumbled as he tried to impress her. How he'd talked too much, barely letting her get a word in, had tried to order for her at the restaurant before she'd politely changed the order with the waiter. How he'd spilled his drink on her, a Rob Roy he'd ordered thinking the name sounded masculine, how surprised he'd been when it came out in a stemmed glass with cherries.

He'd been such a fumbling, awkward wreck.

He'd pushed her into accepting the date, thinking of all the romantic comedies he'd seen where the man won the object of his affection by wearing her down with grand gestures, public speeches, & flashy gifts. How it had seemed more romantic to overcome her reluctance, as if she was playing coy, as if she was showing how much she was worth it by not readily agreeing.

Looking back, he realized that she'd been in love with Dan at the time, but heartbroken, seeing him pass her over for other girls. Dan had strung her along in secret, & she was too proud to tell anyone how submissive she was to him. He realized that her reluctance to date Steve had nothing to do with him personally, nothing to do with 'the Rules of Dating' but with her own sad heart. If anything, she was trying to spare him the pain she felt of yearning for someone who didn't reciprocate his feelings. The pain she'd been feeling when he'd become obsessed with the idea of having her.

With embarrassment he remembered how persistently he'd pursued Cass. The gestures he'd thought were romantic, like pretending to be a cousin to coax her address from her friend. How he'd sent flowers to her each day for a week. How he'd ambushed her at the café she worked at, getting his hands on her schedule to plan 'accidental' meet-cutes as he saw them, at her job, her classes, her gym.

He hadn't accepted her polite attempts to brush him off. He'd worn her down.

But then, eventually, they'd been happy, hadn't they? They'd been married, they'd raised a daughter, & he'd worshipped her. She didn't have to keep dating him. She didn't have to sleep with him at the same time as she couldn't say no to Dan. She didn't have to marry him. Yet. He'd pushed for it, hadn't he.

Now here she was, older, wiser. The mother of his daughter (even if that was debatable) & he really believed, sincerely trying to make up for her betrayal.

& he thought, there was still something between them. Perhaps more now that he saw her for the flawed, imperfect human being she really was. He'd allowed himself all the imperfection in their marriage, never thinking twice when he went to work & screwed the intern, or picked up a sex worker during a conference, or jerked off thinking about her sister, or their daughter.

& she'd had nothing. Nothing except for him & Dan. No career, no real hobbies.

She had been talking to him as his mind covered all of this, chatting companionably & he hadn't been paying attention.

"Sorry, what?" He asked.

"I was asking if I could get you a drink? I've put some of the beer you like in the fridge, or I could pour you a bourbon, or a glass or red if you like?"

It wasn't his imagination, she really did look nervous.

'Fuck it' He thought.

He grabbed her by the waist & pulled her into his arms. She responded immediately, enthusiastically, kissing him back with the same desperation & hunger. In a moment his hands were under the warm dress she wore, his hands exploring her skin as he ripped the fabric up over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, & he fell to his knees, sucking her breasts as he moved his hands to the lacy thong, which he pulled roughly off her.

He almost threw her onto the floor, spreading her legs open, unzipping & pulling out his cock, which was so hard he thought he'd bruise her with it. He barely undid the waistband, just pulled out & started fucking her with a furious, animal intensity. He could feel her fingers desperately trying to slow him, to unbutton his shirt, to get her hands to his skin, or brace herself, but he was relentless.

He kissed her hard, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth, holding her down with the full weight of his much larger body. She was trying to speak, trying to cry out & he didn't slow, didn't pause, just fucked, violently, deeply, madly.

She was weak underneath him, all the strength leaving her limbs, he railed her & her body skidded & thumped on the tiled floor as each powerful thrust threatened to split her apart. When he started to cum, he finally pulled his mouth off hers, & she threw her head to the side & gasped, grunted, squealed. They came together, loudly, brutally, & messily.

It was over in a couple of minutes, like a freak storm that had appeared from clear skies to remind them of the power of mother nature. They lay, joined together, panting from the effort.

"Oh my Go-" Cassie whispered but he cut her off. There had been no refraction time, but he was still hard, still hungry.

He flipped her onto her stomach, briefly noting the redness of her back where he'd pushed her against the floor. With a quick motion he shoved his pants further down, freeing himself better. He spat on his hand, wet his dick & shoved it in her ass.

"Ohhhhh!" Cass whimpered, but not unhappily.

"If you want to be my wife," He growled. "You're going to start acting like it."

"Steve..." She breathed. "Baby."

"Dan's not getting more ass from you than I do." He continued. "You're going to make it up to me."

"No," She said. "I mean, yes, anything, baby, you feel so good."

"Do I?"

"You feel so good," She said emphatically, "That feels so, so good."

"Have you missed me, baby?" He whispered into her ear.

"I've missed you so much!" She whimpered. "I've missed your dick so much!"

"Do you like this?"

"Yes," She cried. "YES. Steve, this is, oh God, Steve, YES."

"Want me to fuck you harder?"

"YES."

"Ask nicely."

"Please, please baby, please fuck me harder, please stretch me open." She sounded weak, like a little girl, blindsided & bewildered by what was happening. "Please."

"Call me daddy." He snarled, his voice a deep purr. He was shocked by his own request.

"Daddy." She whispered, deliciously. "Please daddy. Please fuck me."

He pulled her up by the hips & pounded her with every ounce of strength he had, she could no longer speak, though she tried. "Da, da, da," was all that escaped her mouth as he rammed in & out. He could feel orgasms shaking her like an earthquake.

When he was ready he pulled out, pulled her onto her back & sat on her face, stuffing her mouth with his dick. "Suck," Was all he said, & she did. It felt too good not to bounce a little, & it was only when he looked down, saw the tears in her eyes from her tortured gag-reflex & simultaneously realized he'd gone ass to mouth, that he lost control & came in jerking waves. His beautiful wife struggled to handle it, struggled to swallow it.

Exhausted, he pulled out, lay flat on his back. Their shoulders touched. Their heart rates took minutes to settle.

Eventually, she rolled over towards him & looked at his face in wonder. Silently, she straddled him, he could feel wetness leaking from her pussy through his jeans leg. She gently removed his clothing, until he was as naked as she was. They lay there, flesh pressing on flesh.

"Where has this guy been hiding?" She asked before bursting into giggles.

Steve laughed along with her. It was true, they'd NEVER fucked like that before. He was surprised by what had come over him. He was surprised by what he'd said during it. What they'd said to each other. Her face was pink with exertion, her eyes shining. He kissed her, she fondled his balls, almost distractedly.

EEE EEE EEE

The home fire alarm went off suddenly & Steve thought he would have a heart attack. They both shot up from the floor.

"Shit!" Cassie cried. "The apple pie!"

He stood under the detector, flapping a tea towel at it to try & remove the smoke. She switched on the rangehood fan & using thick mitts, pulled a pie with a decidedly charred looking top out of the oven. The alarm ceased & they both stood, looking at each, naked, fucked, dealing with something so everyday together. They laughed, then pulled themselves together, then laughed even harder. It had been years since he'd heard Cassie laugh like that, so hard that she could barely breathe.

After a while, he lifted her onto the kitchen bench & slid back inside her, finishing the fuck that he hadn't been able to at Thanksgiving. Then they lay, tangled in each other on the floor again, & scraping the top off the pie, they ate the warm filling together with a spoon, like playful teenagers. He dripped a little of the sugary filling onto her tits, her stomach, her pussy & licked her clean. She returned the favor. It felt like they were newlyweds again.

The next day was Saturday, he was slightly off-kilter when he woke in his old bedroom instead of the apartment. Without waking her, he rolled behind Cass & she woke to feel him sliding his dick home between her legs. They screwed each other well until midday. He wasn't entirely surprised to see pale purple bruises had developed on her back from their fervent sexual adventures the night before. She wasn't complaining though. If anything, she seemed reluctant to release him from her pussy, & she rode him greedily, lasciviously.

The next couple of days were a hazy blur, like the week he'd spent having sex with Sabrina. He almost forgot the sexual relationship that had so recently started between himself & their teenage daughter. He almost laughed at the absurdity of it.

Part of him was incredibly turned on by the secret.

He wondered if Sabrina was still seeing her mystery boyfriend at college. He wondered if at the same time he was inside her mother, some young man was inside his girl. He wondered if she was wishing it was him. He felt a mix of possessiveness & arousal at the thought.

The closest he got to telling Cassie was a conversation that started in the shower together. She was leaning against him, her ass on his dick, as he soaped her tits with his hands when she said "I know."

"Mmm?" He murmured, not entirely paying attention.

"Steve," She said. "I know."

His hands froze in motion & his entire body froze under the hot water. He was cold with shock. How could she possibly know?

"People have seen you two," She continued. "They've told me about her."

He hadn't taken a single breath for nearly a minute, his mind & heart racing in panic.

"It's OK," She said. "I understand."

Understand? How? How could she understand? His mouth was dry. He couldn't even begin to imagine what to do or say.

"She's a stripper, right?" She asked him.

"She's... what?"

"The woman you've been seeing, the bottle blonde."

With a thunderclap of recognition he realized she'd been talking about Trish. He felt his whole body relax & the blood started pumping again with relief.

"Yeah," He whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. "I've been seeing a stripper. Trish. I'm sorry."

"It's OK," she replied. "Really, it's OK. I kind of gave up any rights I have to complain about it."

"It would be OK if you weren't OK though," he said, feeling guilty about Sabrina. "It would be OK if you were angry at me."

"Why?" She asked. "We weren't together."

She turned around & rested her face on his chest, he held her, trying not to drown her with the shower water that poured on them both.

"Are we... together again now though?" She asked quietly. He heard the crack in her voice. The vulnerability.

"I..." He swallowed. "I don't know how to answer... I'm not sure. Do you want to be?"

"I want to be," she said, & looked up at his face. His heart melted. He loved her face. "Don't you?"

"I do but..."

"But things will have to be different." She finished for him.

He switched off the shower, picked her up, & screwed her against the vanity, against the tiles, against the mirror. He didn't really know what else to do.

Later, the conversation resumed. It couldn't be ignored.

***

He confessed to cancelling their couples therapy, although he said he'd be happy to pay for her to keep seeing a therapist by herself if that's what she wanted.

She didn't, but naturally, she'd asked him why he'd done that.

& naturally, he couldn't tell her the truth, that their daughter had just cum all over his dick when he'd made the decision.

"I guess..." He grasped. "I guess since the truth is out in the open about Sabrina's parentage... I felt like I didn't need it anymore."

"It wasn't because you've forgiven me then?" Cass asked, & Steve kicked himself mentally.

"No," He said. "Yes. I mean, yes, I think I've forgiven you."

"It felt like you'd forgiven me," Cass said mischievously, she ran lovely fingernails over his dick & balls. Then she leaned over him & kissed the tip of his cock, licked it, started to suck.

An hour or so later they returned to the conversation. Steve was exhausted. They weren't as young as they'd been during their honeymoon, & even then, they'd never fucked as much. He remembered reading somewhere that women reached their sexual peak during middle age.

"Are you still fucking Dan?" He asked flatly.

"No." She said firmly, "Definitely not."

But they were both quiet for what felt like a very long time.

"But we'll be having his open house soon. It could just be once, it could take a while, I don't know. So I can't completely stop contact between us. At least, not if we want the commission from the sale."

He noted she was saying 'we'. If 'we' want the commission. He needed to be honest with her.

Well. He needed to be somewhat honest with her.

"I think we should talk about having an open marriage," He blurted out.

Silence stretched out between them. He would have given his right-arm to know what she was thinking at that moment.

"Is it the stripper?" She finally asked.

"No," He said. "Not really." That was true.

"Do you use protection with her?"

He hadn't used protection with Sabrina, but she was asking about Trish. "Yes. Always." He said.

"Does she have, like, a stripper name?" She asked, a little cattily, a little jealously.

"She dances under the name Aurora." He said.

"Aurora," She said, clearly articulating the syllables. "Aurora the stripper."

Ignoring the sarcasm that dripped from her voice he said gently, "You said you were OK before. Would it be better if you didn't know about her?"

Cass bit her lip petulantly. He knew this was going to be a hard conversation. He knew he risked another massive fight, perhaps their last ever fight as a couple. But he knew that if he was going to try & keep screwing their daughter in secret, this was the plan he'd come up with. Part of the truth. Not even half the truth. But enough to explain certain things, certain absences, certain clues he couldn't scrub away with a shower. An open relationship would be a cover.

But also, not a 100% lie. & on top of everything else, he'd enjoyed the freedom he'd felt to screw other women, Trish included, since they'd separated. He was surprised by the variety of string-free sexual encounters there were these days. He was surprised to realise that even though he loved Cass, even though he wanted them to stay married, he also wanted to sow some wild oats. 'I'm a bit of a slut,' He thought sardonically. 'Am I having a midlife crisis?'

He would need to give Cass some time at least, to think things through. After a final frenzied bout of lovemaking, he left his old house again, kissing his wife on the mouth at the door. She had a strange combination of emotions fighting for dominance on her face, worry, anger, love, possessiveness, sadness, curiosity.

"I'll call you tomorrow," He promised.

For a moment he thought he could read her mind, thought for sure she was going to ask him to stay, never to go back to his bachelor's apartment. But she seemed to hold back the urge, to square her shoulders & let him go. 'How much we've both changed,' He thought on his drive back.

They kept talking about things, about their relationship, about what an open marriage would look like. What the rules would be.

He lied to her with each breath. Knowing he would only obey whatever rules they made when he wasn't with Sabrina. In every other way he promised himself he'd obey their terms. But things with Sabrina... They had also been in touch. They'd both bought new phones & she'd sent him a video of herself masturbating with a two-pronged vibrator.

As he jerked off to it he chuckled at the memory of walking in on Cass as she filmed herself for Dan. How angry he'd been. How betrayed he felt. He saved his daughter's video with an extra passcode to protect it.

***

Almost a month later, he went to Trish's place. He wanted to talk to her. Not about Sabrina, he couldn't tell anyone about Sabrina, but about Cass.

When he got to her place she welcomed him inside with a smile. He found Betty was there too, bare feet on the coffee table, gin & tonic in her hand. She raised the drink to him in her friendly, confident way.

"Can I get you one?" Trish asked him. He accepted one thankfully & she motioned him onto the sofa by her mom.

Both women seemed to be having a little fun, there was something like celebration in the air that afternoon but he couldn't put his finger on it until he asked how the kids were.

"Neil's taken them both for a week before Christmas!" Trish exclaimed. "Both of them! Even Dahlia! His wife insisted they stay together - so the kids can try ice-skating, & visit Santa!" He realized she was already quite tipsy from the bottle of gin - purloined from behind the bar at her mother's stripclub he imagined. Ice-skating, was Dahlia even old enough yet? He realized she was a toddler now. Maybe not old enough for ice skates, but old enough to be safely carried on the ice for a little bit.

He took a sip of the strong drink Trish's happy hands had poured. It wasn't his usual drink of choice but when in Rome.

"Been a while since we've seen your face here, handsome." Betty smiled & they clinked their glasses together. "Joyeux Noël," She slurred.

"Joyeux Noël," Trish repeated, finding something amusing in it. "Joyeux Noël! Wouldn't that make a great performing name?" She collapsed into a fit of giggles.

Betty laughed her loud, dirty laugh & said, "Back in the day we'd always have a few festive nights. Lots of jokes about Santa cumming. I would do this trick with a candy cane -"

She was cackling too hard to finish the story, & Steve found himself unable not to join in.

& that was how most of the afternoon went. On Trish's dusty flatscreen they watched a movie about a woman who fell in love with a snowman. He couldn't believe it. A snowman love-story. The movies that were made these days! They cracked jokes & laughed at nonsense all the way through. It wasn't the deep & meaningful conversation he'd expected - in a way it was better.

Close to the end of the snowman movie Betty got up, scraped a stool over to the fridge & pulled a bong from the top of it. He'd never noticed it before. They took turns coughing on hits, & started to watch 'Elf'. It was his favorite Christmas movie, he must have seen it a hundred times.

They'd killed the bottle of gin, but he remembered he had a pint bottle of Wild Turkey in his car. He stumbled out into the cold air to get it, thinking he'd definitely be staying the night there rather than driving home.

When he got back inside Will Ferrell was just learning he was adopted. Steve topped up their glasses & the fun continued.

It reminded him of his days as a high school senior. The time in his life just before meeting Dan for the first time. He & his friends had enjoyed similar days, hitting the bong, playing PlayStation, drinking cheap beer & laughing easily with each other. He felt a pang of nostalgia for those days, those friendships, & he realized that he felt almost the same way about the two women he sat between as they drank & joked & watched Christmas movies. Trish had become his best friend, far more than Dan had been for years. There was no pressure, no competition, no suppressed feelings.

He looked over at her, & she looked back. Then she leaned over his lap, her baggy sweatpants riding down on her a little bit, & whispered something to Betty.

Betty laughed. He laughed too, although he didn't know what the joke was. It was just a great laugh, easy to join in on.

He was still laughing when Betty's hand fell upon his leg, slid up to his cock & rubbed his upper thigh a bit. He looked at Trish, she winked at him, then stood up, tottered over to her mother & to Steve's enormous surprise, kissed the woman passionately on her mouth.

Steve watched, his mouth open, his eyes wide, as Trish thrust her tongue in Betty's mouth. Betty, for her part, ran hands under Trish's T-shirt, & Steve's cock twitched when he saw she was gently rubbing her daughters breasts.

When Trish leaned to him, kissed him, he kissed her back, & his hands touched Betty's as he also explored her body. Then Betty kissed him. He'd never thought about it, but he supposed he expected her to taste like tobacco. She smoked a lot. Instead, she tasted like weed & the bourbon they'd been sharing. She kissed like a wet dream though. He was amazed.

His dick responded as if an electric bolt had jolted through it. He couldn't believe what was happening, he was almost scared to say anything in case they both said 'April fools!' or whatever the December equivalent was. 'Gotcha, pervert' maybe?

The three of them stripped off their clothes, no theatrics, no discussion, no embarrassment, just got undressed on the understanding that what was happening, was happening. Under her clothes Betty was in good shape for a woman of her age, he thought. Her body was a lot like her daughters, long legs, slim, with just the slightest softness around her middle & on her upper arms & thighs. Like Trish her pussy was shaved, a little messy, but mostly hairless. On her breast was a tattoo of a bird drinking from a flower, there was another tattoo below her hip, something that incorporated a spiderweb & he expected there would be more on her back.

They all kissed & touched each other. It was strange, the curtains were pulled shut, but it was still afternoon. They were standing in the middle of the living room & in the background he could hear the movie continuing, the comedy script he could almost quote by heart.

He had his fingers inside Betty, & Trish was sucking on his nipples, nibbling them a little. He remembered all the times she'd let him breastfeed from her, his erection stood up like a soldier at attention. He moaned & kissed both women where he could. With his left hand he gently explored Trish's breasts, with his right hand he fingered Betty's clit.

"That feels incredible, Steven," the older woman mumbled. Then she pulled his hand out, sucked his fingers & started to kiss her way down his body, pausing to briefly, seductively, kiss Trish.

When she got to his dick her mouth was like some kind of boneless sea creature he thought. He almost fell to his knees himself. "Oh God," He gasped.

"She's good, right?" Trish said knowingly & while her mother fellated him, she kissed him deeply. He could only grunt in response, only groan & sigh. Without consciousness his hands were in Betty's bleached & dyed red hair, thin & dry, but he was running his fingers through her locks with the adoration of a supplicant. Her mouth & tongue, her expert hands, were driving him crazy, he couldn't help but move his buttocks in time with her sucking.

Trish traced her hands down his chest, around his waist, as she moved to her knees too.

"OOmmph!" He moaned, his eyes closed, his neck tilted back in ecstasy, when he suddenly felt her press open his buttcheeks & started to eat his ass. His breath had left him, his head was spinning, he worried he was going to fall over. He wobbled back & forth as each woman tongued & sucked at him wetly, hungrily.

'If a kangaroo hopped through the room right now, I don't think I'd even notice," He thought & smiled at how ridiculous he felt. In the back of his mind he thought he was being a selfish lover, but damned if he could do anything about it. When he came, his semen jetted into Betty's mouth & he had to focus so he didn't bend over in half. "Ugh, ugh, ughhhhhh," he moaned. She swallowed it expertly, cleaning the excess from the corners of her mouth with long, purple & gold fingernails.

He collapsed onto the sofa cushions for a moment, trying to collect himself. When he looked over at the women, Betty was kneeling between Trish's legs & eating & licking. Trish was moaning as loudly as he had.

He leaned on an elbow & watched for a while. It didn't take long for his erection to return. He moved back to the floor, this time, behind Betty, & he started to fuck. Her pussy was fine, almost the same as Trish, who'd bounced back OK from two natural births, but it did feel different. Not as wet, not as slippery. 'Next time I fuck her,' He thought, suprising himself by the idea, 'we'll make sure there's some lube in the room.'

But as he fucked he felt her body responding, wettening, warming. Soon he was blissfully sliding in & out, while he watched her head bobbing, catching glimpses of Trish's pussy as she worked on it. He recognized Trish's breathing, she was getting close to orgasm. Just before she came, Betty pulled back, she hooked her hand into her daughter's twitching cunt & rubbed it, her hand a blur of speed. It made a wet slopping sound & Trish was twisting, grinding. "Oh, oh, oh!" She cried out before her body released a stream of liquid that splashed on her mother's breasts. "OH MY GOD!" Trish yelled.

"Are you fucking my mom?" Trish cried after a moment.

Steve was stunned.

"Uh, yeah?" He replied, confused.

"Are you fucking her good, baby?" She called out & he felt a wave of relief.

"Yeah Trish, I'm fucking your mom so hard, so deep."

"Fuck her as hard as you can. Fuck her so hard. She loves it hard." Trish ordered, & he complied happily. For a second he worried he might split the old girl's pussy open. He pulled her torso up, so he was holding her by the tits & switched from pussy to asshole. He had to push hard.

"OH!" Betty cried, it was the first thing she'd said in a long time & he was surprised by how sudden it was, how surprised she sounded. He pumped & pumped & for once, Betty didn't seem in control of the situation, her body started to flop around as he bounced her with his cock. Trish stared, wide-eyed. She touched herself, rubbed her cum in circles around her red clit with her middle finger.

"Harder, harder," She hissed at Steve, not blinking as she watched Betty turn boneless in his arms, under the control of his thrusts. She moved close to them, & they sandwiched their bodies together. The women kissed each other, & he could feel the daughter putting a hand between them, so they both rubbed against her fingers as he controlled the movement, & Betty started to cum, loudly, euphorically.

Her ass felt wet & hot when she did, for the first time since he'd pushed himself inside it, & her whole body trembled violently. He felt her muscles squeezing around him as she orgasmed. He knew her pussy would be dripping wet, just by the sounds he could hear between her moans. The thought of it made him almost cum too, but he was looking at Trish, hungrily planning how he would use her body next.

Trish was whispering to Betty, "There, there. Doesn't that feel amazing? Cum for me, mom."

"Shut up," He hissed between clenched teeth. "Sorry, just... you're making it hard not to -" He was cut off by his own orgasm. With a mix of frustration & relief he felt his cum shoot out of him & into the rag-dolled Betty. All three moaned in unison, as if all three had felt it.

When he pulled out & flopped onto the carpet, the women squeezed themselves beside him. Together they touched him, kissed him, licked him all over. He tried to return as well as he could, but he couldn't keep up with them. & they kissed each other, touched each other, he was profoundly turned on by the show they put on. Seeing Trish's tongue flicking over her mother's large, hard nipples. Seeing Betty fingering the wet gash between her daughter's legs.

He couldn't help but imagine a parallel universe where it was Cass & Sabrina. Cass with her mouth on his throbbing penis, Sabrina, helping by sucking his balls. Fucking the both of them, watching them fuck each other. Maybe with a strap-on. He let his mind explore the filthy possibilities.

"Get on your hands & knees," He told Trish. She smiled & turned over obediently.

He spat on his hand & wet his cock before invading her tailpipe. At first, Betty just sat & watched, an expression of strange curiosity on her face. He wondered what she was thinking. He wondered how many times, with how many men, these women had committed incest, had double-teamed lovers, customers, boyfriends, maybe even other family members.

How had it started? Did they actually feel sexually attracted to each other? It certainly seemed as if they did, but he couldn't be sure it wasn't a performance. Did they sleep with each other even when there wasn't a third?

"Harder," He heard Trish whisper. "Fuck me harder."

He wrapped his hands under her hips & raised her into the air, she was in a kind of wheelbarrow position. They'd done it this way a couple of times, but usually on the bed, where she could lean her shoulders against the pillows if it became too hard to hold herself up. He was amazed by how much difference the firmness of the floor made. He rammed up & down into her ass. He thought he knew her ass almost as well as he knew his wife's by now. Knew exactly how much it could take. It welcomed him in, a sticky, white discharge lubricating each violent thrust. He slapped it, hitting her until the skin turned red as he fucked her.

"Yes baby, yes." She whispered.

Encouraged, he kept spanking her & mindlessly started to talk as well.

"Take it. Take it all. Take daddy's dick." He told her.

"Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me so good." She moaned.

"Are you going to be a good girl? Should I let you cum?"

"Please daddy, please baby, I'm so close. I'm soooo close."

Betty stood up & moved behind him, he wasn't sure what to expect. He was surprised when he felt her slim, spit-moistened finger enter his own ass. He was surprised it didn't hurt. Surprised at how good it felt, how it intensified the experience of railing in & out of Trish.

Betty slowly moved her finger around inside him until she found his prostate & then Steve felt as if his whole body exploded. He'd cum twice already, & he wasn't a teenager, full of spunk & fire, he was amazed by the difference. Trish started to almost scream as he pounded straight up & down inside her, he was almost jumping, like an out of control jackhammer. He knew that even for Trish, he was being too rough, but he couldn't stop. Luckily, within seconds, he felt like his whole body was emptying inside her.

The orgasm racked him, he didn't know if there was much cum by then, but it felt like it went on forever. That time he DID fall forward, leaning on Trish between the legs he held by the knees on each side of him. He didn't even have the strength to pull out for a while. So, he just lay there, suspended inside her while his cock's spasms slowed. For a moment he forgot where he was, forgot Betty's finger, up to the knuckle, inside him as she slowly removed it.

When he staggered back to his feet, pulling his exhausted penis out of Trish with a wet 'shlick' she fell on her side on the carpet. He realized she'd been cumming too, was STILL cumming, he & Betty watched as she writhed & mewed until the orgasms finally subsided. He was shocked to see his dick was still hard, as if the orgasm had been so strong it couldn't quite go down yet. The three of them lay together, spooned together. Elf had long finished on the screen, it was just the Netflix menu. They pulled a threadbare blanket from the sofa over them.

They gently touched each other. Not the sexual touching of their session fucking each other, but a sensuous, soothing touching in the sweaty afterglow.

***

Betty was the first to speak.

"I've never..." Her words hung in the air.

He wondered if she was going to say she'd never had a threesome before, had never had sex with her daughter before. He hoped she wouldn't. He knew it would be a lie. They had been too comfortable with each other. They'd initiated things so smoothly. His life was filling up with lies, he didn't want to participate in more.

"I've never been fucked in the bottom before," Betty finally said.

Unable to stop themselves, Steve & Trish burst into giggles.

"What? What did I say?" Asked Betty.

"Bottom!" Trish squealed.

"Did I really say 'bottom'? I meant to say 'ass'. That was anal, right? I don't know what the big deal is." She muttered, sounding older than she ever had before.

Steve kissed her gently on the shoulder a little.

"Really?" He asked, genuinely surprised. "That was your first time?"

"Far from my first time, obviously!" Betty said. She was sounding a little sheepish, a little agitated.

"But your first time in the ass?" Steve asked, still smiling.

He felt her nod. He kissed her ear.

"I'm so flattered." He said, with honesty. It seemed like a high honor to be the first to deflower an old stripper's backdoor. He was amazed she'd never tried it before. He thought back to how it had felt, & he believed her. What an experience.

"But I'm not ready for -" She continued. "For whatever that thing you & Trish did, that contortionist nonsense. I'm young at heart but I don't want to break a hip."

Then they all laughed together.

"I'm exhausted," Steve said. "I'm seriously exhausted. You women... you women wore me out."

The three of them kissed for a while. He wondered if they were going to start up again. He didn't know if he had the energy... but you don't turn down a gift like this.

Trish started to gather her clothes, started to pull on her track pants.

Betty too, started to collect herself. She unapologetically pulled the blanket off Steve so she could tuck it around her old breasts. He didn't blame her. 'I just fucked mother & daughter,' He thought. 'The least I can be is chivalrous.'

He found his trousers, kicked under the coffee table.

"So I guess you'll be staying the night?" Trish asked, indicating the empty liquor bottles.

"If that's OK?" He asked. He supposed he could just as easily get a taxi back to his place. Or, if his energy returned, to Cassie's - their family home - he corrected himself. They'd been sleeping together a few times a week now, although he still wasn't sure where she stood on the whole 'open marriage' decision yet.

He wondered if he should tell her about what he'd just done but dismissed the idea. It shouldn't 'count' until they'd agreed to anything. He was still technically a free agent. He felt sneaky. He also knew that what he'd just done would be hard to explain to a wife. Any wife.

He watched as the women got dressed & thought perhaps there were more families screwing each other behind closed doors than anyone realised. Then he thought perhaps, it's just that sickos are attracted to other sickos.

"What are you smiling at?" Trish asked.

"I've had the BEST afternoon." He replied, slapping her playfully on the ass. She kissed him. They were still all a bit drunk.

He DID end up staying the night. So did Betty. He ordered Chinese food for the three of them, after which they took turns making up the most perverted fortunes from the fortune cookies they could dream up. They watched a couple more movies. Steve fell asleep on the sofa. The women woke him up before they went to bed, & the trio undressed in Trish's room before screwing each other again on her bed. Betty & Trish held the headboard at one point, letting him stick it in each of their pussies & go back & forth between them.

It was only then he realized that for the first time, he hadn't worn a condom while screwing Trish. She hadn't reminded him, & he hadn't remembered, & he'd even barebacked her mom as well. He didn't know what to make of that. He was balls deep in both of them. He pushed it out of his mind.

Trish, inspired by her mother, massaged his prostate when he had missionary sex with Betty. The orgasm was explosive, but not quite the fireworks of the first time he'd felt it.

Still, he made a mental note to see if Sabrina would be open to it. He felt a charge of excitement imagining the young woman putting her fingers there. He was looking forward to seeing her for the Christmas holidays.

They'd planned on telling Cass that she couldn't stay home for the full holidays, that she wanted to spend some time back at college with her friend Hannah.

But she was going to stay at the new apartment he'd bought.

Not the apartment he'd been renting since the separation, the apartment he'd bought after making a withdrawal from his trust fund money (Cass would never find out, those finances were separate & if she did, she'd think it was just for 'the stripper'). The place he bought when he decided that fucking his daughter wasn't something he could quit doing.

It was a more private apartment, a penthouse that shared no walls with neighbors. A private elevator. The residents were mostly well-off retired people. Not that it mattered. They wouldn't be getting to know their neighbors. It was just a place, further away from home & work than his apartment, where Sabrina & he could meet without much risk of being recognized. A place they could pretend the rest of the world didn't exist.

The thought of staying there after Christmas made him smile. He also wondered, perhaps ridiculously, if there was any possibility of having some time alone with Sabrina in the old family home. He imagined screwing her on her childhood bed, the familiar stuffed animals & posters on the walls. If Cass went out for groceries or something, maybe he & Sabrina could...

He fell asleep dreaming about it.

When he woke the next day, with an absolutely killer headache, a hangover easily as powerful as the first time he'd woken up in Trish's place, he could hear the women laughing in the kitchen together.

When he dragged himself out of bed Betty took one look at him & went to her handbag. Over the counter painkillers WOULDN'T CUT IT, she'd told him. He was grateful. Grateful for so many things from them.

He managed to hold down the terrible coffee & a piece of plain toast. Putting his dirty cup & plate in the dishwasher he asked Trish, "So, what do I owe you for last night?"

"Call it a freebie," Trish said, smiling.

"Hold up! Don't you answer for ME," Betty spoke up. "& what have I taught you? NEVER turn down money for working a man's cock for him. Even a nice man." She winked at him.

Trish looked a little chagrined but Betty added gently, "Trish, the kids will need things, money keeps the lights on. Don't ever turn down money."

Betty said a number, & Steve handed it over happily. He would have paid 10x the amount. He'd try & see Trish again before Christmas Day, even if it wasn't for sex, & he planned on stuffing a few extra hundreds into a Christmas card as well.

He kissed both women goodbye. He got the impression that threesomes wouldn't usually be on the menu. Betty was far more of an unknown factor compared to her daughter, but the memories. Jesus. How many people could say they'd done what he had?

He saw a text from Cass. He thought if he closed the office at midday, he could nap for a few hours before he went to see her. Their sex life too, had never been better. Even if the technical state of their relationship was in limbo.

He couldn't wipe the smile from his face. When he finally saw his wife, he picked her up & carried her fireman-style up the stairs before throwing her playfully onto the bed.

As she rode him, grinding her pussy against his cock, he wondered at the difference a year had made. He was screwing his beautiful wife in the same bed where he'd grown bitter with jealousy as he watched her taking it from his old friend. He almost laughed when he remembered how bitter & angry he'd been.

He pushed her face down on the comforter & pumped some lube on his hard-on. He rested the tip of his dick against her hungry asshole.

"Call me daddy," He growled, smiling to himself before he plunged forward.

"Fuck me, daddy," She gasped.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow they'd talk about him moving back in.