Like Father, Like Son

Wren glanced at Jacob as they walked toward the Arrivals gate together so she could meet his family for the first time. Gauging his demeanour, scanning for as many clues as to what to expect as possible, she sought reassurance, which his beaming smile gave her. The child of an abusive family, Wren had a difficult time believing in the idyllic childhood full of love that Jacob claimed to have experienced. In mere moments she was going to meet this supposedly well adjusted, compassionate family and her own traumas, long since worked through in therapy, reared their ugly heads to try and undermine the happiness she hoped waited in her future.

Two things hit Wren immediately as she saw his family lined up to greet them with huge smiles, obvious excitement and palpable warmth. First, she looked a lot like the women in family. Second, she already knew his father.

The three women bouncing, waving and calling to Jacob could have been Wren's mother, aunt and sister back home, they looked so like her own family. The youngest of Jacobs family was his sister Oakley who was in her early twenties. Oakley was the one bouncing and jumping, her thick mane of golden blonde hair billowing in a shimmering cascade of loose, luscious locks just like Wren's and all the woman in her family. The younger woman's athletic frame was petite, fit and proportioned so similarly to Wren it was fascinating. Their faces were similar, but different enough they looked more like cousins, or maybe Oakley reminded Wren of one of her actual cousins. Brown eyes flashed gleefully in a way no member of Wren's family ever did however.

Next to Oakley a handsome, trim woman in her late fifties beamed at them, her golden hair gleaming with natural silver highlights that gave her beauty a sophistication that her slim, graceful limbs supported as she enthusiastically waved. Assuming that was Janice, Jacob's mother, Wren gaped at how much Janice looked like Wren's grandmother in old photos. The joy on Janice's face at seeing her son was as foreign to Wren as living on the Moon.

On the other side of Hank, Jacob's father, was his second wife, Morgan another blonde, but her locks were lighter, not as thick, but still beautiful. Morgan's dainty build and fine features gave her a more fragile air, her skin naturally more pale even though she too had a tan. Morgan and Janice looked alike, but not like sisters, although they were less than ten years apart in age, if Wren remembered what Jacob had said. The two wives got along well, negotiating the awkward transition within the family a few years ago to everyone's relief.

Looking at the two women flanking him, it was obvious Hank had a type, slender, intelligent, women of classic beauty. Wren was well aware of his type because she had been his lover for three years.

Looking at the man she hadn't seen in nearly eight years, Wren felt an immediate surge of lust and affection, her heart full to see him again, even if he looked as stricken as she'd felt when she first saw him. The handsome man in his late fifties was still trim, athletic and gorgeous, even if there was much more grey in his thick brown hair and far more lines around his smiling brown eyes and his beautiful mouth.

Wren had a type too. Jacob and his father looked a lot alike. The similarity was more in physical form than in the face, which was how Wren had missed the relationship they shared. Both men were lean, with trim muscles no matter how much they worked out. Both men did work out, but retained lean muscle not bulk. Where the father was dark haired and dark eyed, the son had taken after the mother with lighter hair and lighter brown eyes. As Janice hugged her son and peered at Wren, the younger woman saw the same golden flecks in his mother's eyes that Wren adored in Jacob's.

Used to masking her emotions because of her upbringing, Wren was able to smile at Janice, then Oakley and even Hank and Morgan as everyone greeted her. Hank did a worse job, but the genuine love he felt for his son helped him get over the shock of discovering who his son's fiance was.

Ten years before she'd been in serious jeopardy of becoming homeless and having to drop out of university when she'd made a profile on a Sugar Baby website and met Hank, who she knew as John. Jacob's father had called himself John for her whole relationship with him, but they had both used fake names, John knowing her as Ivy. That was likely why they were both so shocked seeing one another, having not even the names Jacob told them to tip the other off.

Wren shook Hank's hand and smiled ruefully up at him when Jacob introduced them and Hank looked nauseous as he lied saying it was nice to meet her.

Allowing herself to be distracted by the barrage of excited questions coming from Jacob's family, Wren slipped a charming mask over her panic and engaged them as excitedly as they were chatting at her. It took no time at all for her to actually feel excited as she realized that everything Jacob had told her about his family was true. They genuinely loved one another and sincerely welcomed her to the family. Wanting to be worthy of their compassion, Wren buried her confusion at the sight of Hank and focused on bonding with the rest of the people she didn't know.

In two cars, the family drove to a restaurant after the long flight from one side of the country to the other. Hank and Morgan drove together while Janice drove the kids. Janice was married as well, but her husband was at work.

In the car, out of sight of Hank, Wren was able to fully collect herself and put the pieces together how things had happened.

Hank and Janice had ended things fairly amicably long ago, but it had still broken Hank's heart. That coupled with some kind of midlife crises, had compelled him to reach out to the agency Wren used looking for Sugar Baby. For three years he'd paid her rent, paid for school, bought her gifts, took her on trips and for three nights a week she was his to do with as he pleased. The other four nights she studied and lived a monastic life by choice. As per their agreement, she could spend those night however she wanted, but after a year she had fallen so in love with the man she knew as John, she had no desire to see anyone else.

When she'd graduated she ended things when given a job across the country. At the time Wren hadn't told him she'd only applied for jobs far away, needing to break it off, afraid she would never begin her own life if she had him and his well established world to slide into. At that point he had a stable, balanced life with Oakley at his place half the time, a courteous relationship with Janice and a grown son in university across the country. Wren hadn't wanted to be a step-mother only ten years older than her step-daughter. A lingering shame drove her to not want a husband the same age as her father and she'd left Hank when she no longer needed him.

It had broken her heart.

Throwing herself into her career, she hadn't dated anyone for years until a mutual friend introduced her to a man who checked every unreasonable box Wren wanted a partner to check. The perfect man fell into her lap and she now knew it was because he was a chip off the original block she adored.

When he saw where they were going, Jacob got very excited. It was his favourite restaurant, one his father used to take them to on special occasions. Wren felt her stomach sink when she realized it was where Hank used to take her for special occasions as well. However, their special occasions were assuredly more erotic.

Everyone settled around the big, cloth-covered table, ordered drinks and appetizers while Hank and Wren threw memory-filled glances back and forth, their eyes darting to the back corner where they used to sit. In the corner of the restaurant there was a booth for two that was fairly sheltered. When he had something to celebrate, Hank brought Wren here and during the meal, usually before if she found the opportunity, Wren as Ivy would slip under the long tablecloth and suck John's cock right there in the restaurant.

As the current man she loved held her hand and caught up with his family, Wren's mind filled with images of the man she used to love. Flushing warmly, Wren recalled just how much Ivy enjoyed stroking John's gorgeous, thick cock. Blushing with the realizations she could easily compare the father and son in her mind's eye, her recall of Hank's cock was perfect now that he was sitting in front of her once again. Astonishingly, the two men had incredibly similar erections. When flaccid they looked nothing alike, but erect the were both thick, long and had a noticeably larger knob on the end. It was one of her favourite things about Jacob, how much his cock was like her long lost lover.

Crawling under the table to suck John's cock had been thrilling and outrageous. Every time they came here, Ivy found a moment to do it. No mater what outfit he'd picked out for her, she would kneel on the carpet and pull out his penis and slip in into her mouth. Before she'd met John, Wren had liked sucking cock just fine. It was one of those things a woman did, but with John, Ivy wanted it all the time. Having John's cock in her mouth, soft or hard made her feel safe. It was the same with Jacob. Maybe it was because both men had truly loved her, but no other men filled her with such contentment.

Helpless to avoid blushing as she envisioned herself under the table her mouth full of cock, Wren tried and failed not to look at Hank and share the memory. At least Hank had the good grace to look uncomfortable and flushed as well. No doubt his pants were full of a straining erection right then.

'He's remembering my mouth, I know it' she thought.

As the drinks were sipped and the conversation drifted back and forth, Wren held up her end, nimbly adopting an exemplary version of herself. Living as Ivy for three years had given her true skill at playing a part, so she played the ideal version of herself for Jacob and his family while her mind swam with dislodged memories of meeting Hank as John all those years ago.

It had been after a month of being on the Sugar Baby website replying to messages and sending her own to potential Daddies, finding it all sleazy, demoralizing and insulting. Reluctantly, even desperately, she carried on going through the process when John stumbled into her messages.

In a slowly building cascade of messages, they got to know each other over two days of constant texting before he asked to phone her. They had talked on the phone for hours as she teased out the character he wanted her to play.

Ivy.

By the time he'd taken her for dinner the first time, Ivy had become a person to Wren. Eager to be anyone else, she used an archetype lifted from one of the serial dramas she watched on streaming platforms and pretended to be that girl when she sat down in a beautiful restaurant wearing a sexy little black dress John had picked out and sent to her. Feeling elegant, mysterious and dream-like, Ivy flirted and charmed John over the course of the evening.

The handsome man utterly dazzled her as well. The conversation drifted easily back and forth between them, both creating false identities together. Then, as they finished desert, always his favourite part of the meal, she had asked completely innocently, "What should we do next Daddy?"

The intense, predatory look he'd given her at that moment made her shiver with the memory and Wren looked at Hank to see him giving her a similar gaze in the present. The pair guiltily glanced away from each other and Wren dove back into the conversation with Oakley, his actual daughter, who Wren looked very much like.

The first night, John rented a room in the attached hotel the restaurant was on the top of. That was the night John taught Ivy how to be his good girl.

"Strip for my Ivy, show Daddy that tight, little body."

Shy, at first, Wren allowed Ivy to by proud of her petite body. Never particularly athletic, her whole family were lean and wiry by nature. Full B cup breasts sat proudly on her slim torso, her flat stomach toned and hollow with a shallow, inny belly button. Strong limbs from constant housework, walking everywhere and a recent spate of hard labour jobs she'd taken in a desperate attempt to stay alive, Wren believed Ivy looked sexy, if one liked fit, not soft girls.

Gazing around the table at Hank's two wives, Wren knew she ticked every physical box he liked, but ten years ago she only guessed so. As the meals came and everyone tasted theirs, then extolled how excellent it was, Wren glanced at Hank, wondering if he was struggling as much as she was not to show just how aroused she was by the flow of memories they shared. On the verge of being lost in thought, Wren ate, remembering tasting John's cock for the first time.

"Take it in your hand sweetie" he'd whispered to her.

John was sitting on the edge of the huge bed, both of them completely nude for the first time with each other. The tall, proud cock that stood up in his lap fascinated the younger version of herself. The mask fallen away, it was Wren who gaped at the thick, tall pole protruding upward from his thatch of pubic hair, not the character she was carefully crafting. It was the largest penis Wren had ever seen, but that meant little since she'd only seen three in the flesh before then.

Stroking the smooth, silky flesh up and down over the firm, enthralling hardness underneath, she blushed as he watched her study him.

"Rub the tip on your lips. Yes, just like that, slow and soft. Back and forth. Aahhhhh...."

The lewd caress of his genitals over her lips was exciting and titillating. The naked girl on her knees in a strange hotel hardly knew the much older man, but she was magnetically drawn to him. The authority he radiated, the confidence in his tone encouraged her to obey. This was all for him, her pleasure was secondary, but perversely that made what she was doing more arousing for reasons she wouldn't understand until years later, after therapy.

At the time she was simply happy that he was giving her clear instructions.

"Lick it. Yessss. So good." His pleasure made her happy, overriding the vague disgust she felt from doing something so humiliating to a person she hardly knew. "Give it long, slow strokes with as much tongue as you can."

Extending her tongue way out, she widening it as much as possible and licked from his balls to his tip over and over, finding the demeaning action vulgar and provocative. Something about how intimate and indecent what he wanted her to do was, made her want to do it more. The happy noises of lust he was making triggered an unknown lechery in her that Wren decided belonged to Ivy.

So, allowing the guise of Ivy to give her permission to indulge her basest urges, she lapped at John's impressive erection and did everything he wanted with passionate sensuality.

"Suck my balls."

For several moments Ivy rolled the firm testicles around in her mouth.

Reminded of that first time sucking John's balls, Wren recalled how much lower the older man's balls dangled in his scrotum than his son's. As she ate lunch with the family for the first time, Wren felt distressed that she could so easily alternate memories and perfectly compare father and son in her mind. As both men ate, displaying similarities in how they chewed, cut food, sipped water between bites and dozens of other imperceptible echoes down the generation, Wren visualized their naked bodies and lusted in her seat for the two handsome lovers she adored.

When Ivy met John, Hank was in his late forties, whereas Hank's son Jacob was only thirty-two at that moment. The younger version's skin was smoother, tighter and there was even less fat on the son even though the father was lean and wiry like Wren's family. Jacob had much less body hair, Hank had thick hair on his chest, forearms and legs, even a smattering on his back. The son had a light dusting on his chest and less than half what the father had on his limbs. Both had thick, beautiful hair she loved running her fingers through after making love.

Reluctantly, Wren's brain disgorged an unasked for comparison of how the two men liked her to suck their cocks.

As John, Hank was thrilled to have Ivy adore his manhood, slowly teasing him closer and closer to the brink of climax. The older man even enjoyed her edging him away from his orgasm a few times until the pressure built up so much that he exploded in her mouth, depositing a load of sperm he insisted she swallow as a sign of her adoration.

That was the word John had shamefully admitted to her. With her mouth wrapped around his knob, moving slowly around in circles, her tongue lashing him firmly, he'd begged her to follow directions.

"I want you to adore it when I cum in your mouth, please. Treat it like ambrosia." The blush on his face as he struggled to form the words and withhold his climax was the most arousing part of what she was doing. Ivy enjoyed John's loss of control, the sense of her being in charge of his pleasure in her suckling mouth and caressing hands. It felt empowering in a depraved way.

The younger version of Wren had never tasted sperm before, so Ivy couldn't fake loving it as well as she did later. In fact the strange, chemical tang of it was not her favourite at first, it was so strange and the idea of it so obscene it almost made her gag as her tongue was spattered with thick spurts of hot jism. It had taken effort to swallow it, but she got it down because more was coming hot on its heels.

Later, Ivy became a cum craving slut, happy to swallow every load at the end of each and every session they had together. John never ejaculated anywhere else other than in Ivy's mouth for three years. Hundreds of loads of his cum had passed through her mouth and she had grown to adore the various flavours and intimate knowledge of his pleasure. Ivy loved John and giving him her mouth to deposit his load into was a gift she happily gave after he fucked her so well.

Jacob, Hank's son and her fiance had no particular preference where he finished. If they were having vaginal sex he would fill her pussy with his load when they agreed the session was over. If he fucked her in the ass- a favourite of the older Wren after John taught Ivy how- then Jacob was just as happy to fill her ass with his spunk. Whenever Wren decided it was time to taste his cum, she would finish him with her mouth and Jacob was perfectly happy to cum in her greedy maw if that's what she wanted. As long as he was inside her. Jacob didn't care to jack off to finish or spill himself anywhere on her body or face. Neither man seemed interested in that particular perversion, but they wanted to be inside her.

With visions of their erections floating behind her eyes, Wren did her best to focus on engaging with the family. As both men and the younger women ordered dessert, the older women demurred charmingly. Feeling somewhat guilty for fantasizing about swallowing the loads of both men at the table, Wren filled the gap between lunch and dessert with a story about meeting Jacob, which Hank seemed deeply intrigued by.

After fleeing across the country from her fears about the relationship, Wren had not dated for years. As she built up a community in her new city, several friends attempted to set her up and a couple men she knew asked her out, but she had no desire, her spirit recovering from the harsh break and the intense relationship with John.

Then, her best friend Nina had insisted Wren meet a new guy Nina's boyfriend had recently met. The pair went on a double date, Wren feeling decidedly disinterested. Blushing as she retold this part, Wren revealed the plain truth to her former lover, directing much of the next part of the story at Hank, who clearly thirsted for the information.

"All through dinner, from the moment I laid eyes on Jacob, I just knew I was going to be his." In retrospect Wren understood that particular wording was because of the proprietary nature of her Sugar Baby relationship with Jacob's father. "Resisting it with every fibre of my being, not willing to submit without a fight, I challenged him all through the meal, doing my level best to appear disagreeable, but he charmed me and won every argument. Every view he had aligned with mine perfectly." Because most of her adult opinions about the world had been influenced by the same man as Jacob.

"Nina and Levon sat there grinning, watching the two of us fall in love right in front of them over the course of one meal."

As happy as she was to be with Jacob, Wren said that with a certain tinge of sadness as she revealed it to Hank.

"Every form of resistance I showed Jacob only made him work harder to win me over all the more" Wren shared. "Four years later and we never stay mad for more than a few minutes. The moment we start communicating, everything gets back to basics. We love each other and that's more important than the details."

The patriarch of the family nodded with a tear in his eyes, and Janice toasted them.

The desserts arrived filling Wren with many memories of how much John enjoyed dessert at the end of a meal. In the old days at this point, if she hadn't already- or sometimes even if she had- Ivy would slip under the table when she was fairly certain no-one was looking. If anyone saw, that just made it more exciting.

Beneath the tablecloth, as John savoured his treat- pie, cake, ice cream or sherbet it didn't matter- the girl would pull out his cock and suckle him, his erection her dessert. Kneeling under the table, dressed elegantly and mindful of the expensive dresses John bought her, Ivy worshipped his manhood for him.

Usually she just used her mouth, the limited space making jacking him off more difficult. Using her nimble tongue, she would slowly urge him to spill himself in her mouth while he took his time enjoying whatever confectionery he'd selected. As the years passed, she got better and better at timing it so that as he finished eating, he would ejaculate in her mouth with a sigh, putting down his fork or spoon with an exaggerated and perhaps too indulgent sound of satisfaction.

Knowing his outburst would have attracted attention, Ivy remained under the table savouring her own dessert, swallowing his spunk and indulging in sucking his cock gently, easing him down from his climax. When he signalled that the coast was clear, she would slip back out from under the table. Toward the end of their relationship, John often lied to her and the faces of other diners gaped at her as she emerged, her lipstick smeared, her face flushed and what she had been doing obvious to a number of onlookers. The gleam in John's eye made her humiliation at being caught magically transform into lust knowing he wanted her to be seen having sucked him off in public.

Afterwards, John generally took Ivy to the apartment he paid for and fucked her aggressively on the bed he'd bought, messing up the sheets he purchased for her. Delighted to be his little fuck toy after he'd bought her an expensive, delicious meal, Ivy would moan and gasp while he made her cum over and over with his impassioned, aggressive use of her. Having cum already, he lasted ages, making her orgasm repeatedly by tossing her this way and that.

John taught Ivy to take pleasure in variety and aggression. The way he fucked her was athletic and sweaty with Ivy delighting in being tossed around and manipulated into all sort of lewd positions with John fucking her with increasing intensity making her climax repeatedly. Encouraged to rub herself, or use sex toys, Ivy assaulted her own clit while John pummelled her pussy with his massive member. The sex was explosive and primal, the pair left spent and exhausted after John would finally finish in her mouth once more, the dizzy girl greedy for every drop of his seed.

Forced once more to compare the two men, her memories overlapped and noticed the similarities between them. Primarily, they both focused on her pleasure during the main part of the sex, but their style was vastly different. Where John used sex to dominate and use Ivy, making the younger girl cum, Jacob shared lovemaking with Wren. The father wanted her to cum as a way to prove his value, to reclaim something he lost in the divorce. Making Ivy climax was an extension of John's ego, but Jacob shared the pleasure equally, wanting her to enjoy herself and knowing that would lead to her helping him enjoy himself.

Returning to her apartment after most dates, John wanted Ivy nude as soon as possible, at times even ripping whatever she was wearing from her body. Since he purchased everything she wore on their dates, she never minded the destruction. When she was as bare as possible, no jewellery or adornment of any kind, John would instruct her as to how they would proceed. At times he told her she'd been bad and would punish her for some imagined transgression, or he would praise her -Ivy's favourite- and reward her with as many orgasm as he could wring from her. Either way, Ivy climaxed repeatedly whenever John fucked her, her love for him impelling ecstasy as he ravished her around the apartment.

Over their time together, John fucked her on the floor of every room, on each piece of furniture that could withstand their weight and he exposed her in every window, letting anyone in the nearby buildings see her fucked to gratification by her much older lover. Even on days he wasn't there, John filled the apartment with his presence, lewd memories flashing through her mind anyplace her eyes fell, their sexual endeavours leaving mental marks on every surface.

In contrast, Jacob rarely wanted to have sex anyplace but in bed. Occasionally, early on, they had sex in other rooms, but that had dwindled until it was only in bed. They still had frequent and excellent sex, it just didn't happen in unexpected places and would never be at risk of being seen by anyone else.

John loved to show Ivy off.

The outfits he chose for her always showed off as much skin as possible and revealed her slender form by being tight and clingy. The whole point of their relationship was sex and affection, so she did what he wanted and grew to desire being looked at by strangers as an object of lust. Each time they went out, at some point in the evening, John would take an opportunity to flash Ivy's breasts, ass or pussy to somebody looking at them. Taking delight in public transgressions, John usually chose people who either stared at them with disapproval, intuiting the pair were not in fact father and daughter, or at men who ogled the scantily clad girl.

Never knowing when it would happen, Ivy had learned to simply let him pull her top down and rub her breasts suddenly as they walked through a park, or down a street. As she submitted to his possessive fondling, she would peer around subtly and try and discover whose gaze had prompted her public violation. Depending on who she saw and how they were reacting, she would adjust her behaviour to best please John, who enjoyed her being passionate when he touched her.

If Ivy found a disapproving glare, she might pout and look embarrassed or sad, but in an exaggerated pornographic way. Sulkily allowing herself to be mistreated because she was so very helpless, she might even silently appeal to the judgmental observer for help. John got a sinister glee from letting propel think the absolute worst version of whatever lecherous activity they believed they were witnessing. If the person was being creepy and leering at them, she might simper and wiggle, instantly aroused beyond reason by whatever John was doing to her. Gifting the strangers with the most preformative version of an orgasm, she would cum for John as he rubbed her pussy in view of a person in a store or restaurant, no need to fake it, her lust keen and reactive for her Daddy.

It had become such a major part of her sexual identity that she'd tried to do risky things with Jacob early on, but he was in no way titillated by it, but rather so appalled at the thought of showing her body to strangers that she dropped it. Flashing had faded from her erotic imagination until sitting with Hank at the table years later and the sudden urge to have him pull up her skirt at show everyone her damp panties teased her to greater arousal.

By her last semester in university, Wren had so completely welded her sexuality to the identity of Ivy, she never thought about taking lovers as Wren, which John had given her permission to do. No man appealed to her, the magnetism of John's power over her, the knowledge that he'd paid for her schooling, home, sustenance and every item she used compelled her to orient her being toward the source of life he'd become.

Daddy had total dominion over her and she loved him for it.

Willing to abase herself for his gratification, Ivy eagerly did anything he asked of her, shave her pubic hair, wear her make-up a certain way, dress exactly how he wanted, cook for him, bath him and adore him most of all.

As the years passed, she learned hints of his story, the fact that he raised his children with joint custody, that he and his ex-wife were still dear friends, deeply enmeshed, but no longer in any way sexually attracted. They had met as teens and been together for decades before she had an affair. They had silently agreed to ignore affairs after their daughter was born and Janice's libido tanked. Yet, ironically it had been Janice who found the first lover and after the divorce, she married him.

For a couple years, Hank languished, but eventually he heard about the Sugar Baby website and found Ivy soon after. Focusing all his needs on the much younger girl had not been entirely healthy for either of them and when he fully emerged from his grief, they were so far down the road as Daddy and Baby the power dynamic would never allow for an equal partnership in marriage.

Looking at the engagement band on her finger in the present, Wren recalled John's proposal eight years earlier.

Trained to obey every request, she had almost said yes, but at the last moment she'd asked to take some time to think about it, the proposal was too shocking in the moment. Then she had done her very best to take the sting out of her hesitation by dropping to her knees in the park he'd bent down to propose in moments before. Pulling out his flaccid penis, she looked up at him, in the sunshine of the bright afternoon and offered her mouth.

"I love you with my entire being Daddy, please believe that."

And without waiting for approval, knowing full well that even though the park had thousands of people roaming everywhere, at that moment the small corner of the woods he'd chosen to offer marriage was empty and he would be delighted to receive her apology. Taking him deep, she swallowed his soft cock while licking his balls with her extended tongue, making drool spill down on her silken sleeveless top, a favourite of his because her nipples were constantly erect as the smooth fabric teased her sensitive tips.

Doing all the work, she atoned for her hesitation by publicly humbling herself before him. The older man was proud and had bent knee to her, so she smeared his slobber coated manhood over her face, staining herself shamefully for his delight. Next, while she fucked her own throat with his fully erect member, she pulled her shoulders from the top and let it fall to bare her breasts. Willing to risk exposure to passers-by, she suckled his cock using all his favourite tricks, not holding her drool in her mouth but letting it dribble over her chin and chest.

Alternating between swallowing his knob as far down her throat as possible while drooling over herself and using her face to rub his glistening shaft while she caught her breath, Ivy made a soaking wet mess of herself in her exuberance to atone for hesitating to marrying him. Soon, John took hold of her head and skull-fucked her, his loose scrotum smacking her chin vulgarly while the sounds of baseball games, soccer games and running feet passed on the other side of the bushes she knelt behind.

There was anger in how John fucked her face and he let her feel it. Whenever she paused to catch her breath, he smeared his sloppy tool everyplace he could, staining her with her own saliva as punishment. It was obscene and humiliating, but she loved that he was obviously powerfully aroused by her defilement. Ivy would do anything for John, but Wren didn't immediately want to marry whoever John really was.

Looking over at Hank, the memory of her rejection made her cover the engagement ring she'd chosen instead. The older man returned her glance as if he were reading her mind. An expression of wounded acceptance that she'd chosen a younger man shone from his eyes. It pierced her heart to hurt him again so many years later, but how could she have guessed who Jacob was? In spite of many clues, she'd met Jacob on a different coast, in totally organic circumstances and she'd even resisted being with him at first. The choice to marry Jacob had come before she knew who his father was.

Could she go through with it now?

The memory of Ivy and John's last time together in the park on that bright sunny day surfaced again as the family gushed over their desserts.

With growing suspicion that she was going to have to end the relationship, Ivy knelt on the grass in their sheltered corner of the park and let John fuck her face with sadness seeping into her arousal. The encounter was still etched in the older woman's mind because the younger version of herself had intuited his proposal had drastically altered the delicate balance they maintained.

In her mind's eye the memory was crystal clear, even as she sat talking to Oakley years later. The bench she'd been sitting on when he knelt to propose was behind her as she knelt and sucked his cock. The bench had been added to a small corner of that section of the park as a spot for lovers to meet. It seemed unlikely that whomever put the bench in such a secluded spot thought anyone would be so crass as to engage in obscene acts like she was there, but it was the perfect spot for a secret rendezvous.

The hedge behind the bench stood ten feet high and ran hundreds of feet away from their corner, keeping the sports fields and the path around them separate from this flower garden. Ten or fifteen feet from the where the bench was hidden behind a tall, bushy tree, openings in the hedge allowed those enjoying the park to come and go from the flower garden, but the corner where the bench was had no throughways.

The bushy tree was the sort that sent out runners, so as big as it was, there were several much smaller versions that shielded the half-naked girl from being seen having her face used aggressively by a much older, handsome man dressed in designer casual wear with a grass stain on one knee and an expression of wounded lust on his flushed face. The only people that would see what they were doing would be anyone coming to use the bench, which could happen any moment, but John ordered her to kneel on the bench and present her ass.

The thrill of elation from being ordered to do something sexy and forbidden had an unwanted nostalgic feel even as it was happening, Ivy certain she was going to end the relationship soon. The love she felt for her Daddy suddenly had a bittersweet longing to it as she understood she would never be his baby girl again.

Wanting him to feel as loved as possible, she lifted her rump high and lowered her head to the bench, lewdly offering her holes to him just the way he liked. Spreading her lips with the fingers of one hand, she whispered to him.

"Please give it to me Daddy. Can I have that big beautiful cock, Daddy? Oh please!"

As usual, John loved it when she begged, so he teased her. Running the tip of his knob around her outer labia, he tortured her with how close he was, but denied her what she wanted, like she had done to him.

"Please, Daddy, please, please pleeeeaaase...!"

Letting the last 'please' get loud enough to be heard within twenty feet, she did what she knew he wanted, lured witnesses to his dominion over her. Using his knob to rub her clit, John caressed her vulva and tender button with his cock making her whimper and pant as she urged him to fuck her.

"Fuck me! Please Daddy! Please fuck me!"

It was terrifying lifting her voice so loud in such a public, open space, but John slammed his cock deep into her, hurting her a little bit, but she felt she deserved it. If he understood she was going to end things, he might be making this special for him as well, Ivy considered. Giving him what he wanted was how she was conditioned, so she pushed back onto him as he drove his cock into her pussy too quickly and stretched her too far, too fast.

Unlike his usual style, John didn't ease into things, he immediately fucked her as if he were on the verge of climax already. Fast, hard and frantic, he used her aggressively and the aching sting of his invasion thrilled her. Groping hands gripped her ass for a time, leaving bruises, then he mauled her tender breasts, again leaving numerous tiny bruises. For a few moments, John grabbed her by the throat and held her in such a way that he could suppress her breath without putting actual pressure on her windpipe. The fear added intensity to the lust she felt. Quaking with erotic anguish, she felt an orgasm tingling along her nerves as she submitted to his angry manhandling.

Grunting as he hammered her, John pushed himself as far into her as possible at the end of each thrust, making her mewl with painful elation that he desired her so ardently. The slap of his pelvis against her ass rhythmically signalled what they were doing, their passionate vocalizations broadcasting their tryst to any passers-by. It was inevitable that someone found them, so Ivy rotated her head, scanning for the moment they were discovered.

The first were two young men, who appeared to have been jogging by. Sweaty and flushed, they peered around the hedge to her left beyond the trees and made eye contact with her as she bent over on the bench with her ass being pounded from behind. The shocked expressions quickly grew amused as they took in her attractive nudity and the pornographic sex the pair were engaged in.

A climax ignited in Ivy's pussy as she finally had witnesses to her debauchery. Clenching and groaning in a long sustained wave of ecstasy, she climaxed while John carried on driving himself in and out of her quaking sex. Out of breath as her body erupted in erotic detonations, Ivy held rigid as her body clenched tight in the extremity of her orgasm. Heedless of her extremity, John wedged his cock deep and set off tremors of bliss in her tingling sex.

The joggers left and their disengagement disappointed her. Having witnesses made their last encounter that much sweeter, she thought. The aftershocks of the climax still reverberated through her body for several moments after the joggers left, so when another man popped his head around the hedge from the same place the joggers had been, her orgasm ignited easily, all the stimuli still combining in her libido to set her lust aflame.

Once again a climax clenched her body while John fucked her deliciously hard and fast, his balls bouncing off her clit as she took his shaft deep and his hands wrung pleasure from her breasts. Being seen in such a state, her body flushed and quivering with passion as a man as old as her own father screwed her in public made her feel like a wretched slut and, perversely, that made her cum harder.

Ashamed of her reaction to being so brazenly lascivious, she none-the-less came harder when other faces appeared between the hedge openings while John fucked the shit out of her. The more witnesses she had, the greater her pleasure at being seen acting so wantonly. What kind of depraved whore was she that she was willing to let her Sugar Daddy debase her in public that way?

A very happy one, she exclaimed internally as her body juddered delightfully from the outrageous situation she found herself in.

The memory made Wren squirm in her seat at lunch. The man responsible for her reaching the heights of pleasure was sitting right there. Realizing how much she missed being witnessed at the very apex of her pleasure, Wren lamented the fact that Jacob couldn't share the greatest bliss she'd ever known.

The half dozen or more faces peering at her as John drove her to the edge of ecstasy and beyond added spice to what was already a profoundly erotic situation. Looking up at the lovely man who fucked her like his heart was breaking, she saw him notice their audience and the sinister glee that lit in his eye. Things were going to get exciting.

Withdrawing from her, John sat on his shirt, which he'd tossed on the bench.

"Sit on me, facing them" he instructed, his voiced strained and out of breath.

Sweating in the heat, he looked frantic and wild which ferociously excited Ivy. Sliding her sex over his up-thrust erection, she sighed as she exposed herself fully to the gathered onlookers. Some men had stepped closer, fully ogling her as she began to ride up and down on her Daddy's pole.

Both John's hands wrapped around her body, one massaging her breast, the other teasing her tender clit. Another orgasm roared to life as she dove his cock up inside herself and John's busy hands elicited electric titillation from her erogenous zones. There were observers no less than ten feet from her as she debased herself for their leering entertainment. Watching strangers stare at her vagina being pierced by John's magnificent cock gratified some atavistic need to be desired she always knew she'd had, but hadn't comprehended just how powerful it was before.

The climax that erupted in her travelled up and down her body exploding wherever John's hands manipulated her flesh. It centred on her clit, spreading throughout her vagina as his cock filled her, but connected to her nipples and brain, twitching echoes in the soles of her feet, the tingling palms of her hands and activated a sleazy need in her tongue to lick and her mouth to suckle. It all wove together as her nervous system overloaded with delight, her libido fully short-circuiting with sheer ecstasy at the sight of ten or more people watching her climax in a public park.

Astonished by how powerfully having witnesses to her depravity made her cum, Ivy climaxed and fucked herself with John's cock. Overjoyed to know that someone other than herself would never, ever forget the last time John fucked her, Ivy moaned and grunted lewdly as her body quaked with orgasmic contortions. Unable to carry on doing the work, she held still while John fucked her from below, driving his beloved member into her gushing pussy, the sordid sounds of squelching alerting everyone within earshot just how wet John made her.

Reaching back to steady herself on his strong shoulders, Ivy writhed in climactic gyrations as John prolonged her ecstasy with his humping onslaught and her audience gaped at her display of lechery. The lustful expressions on the faces of her growing audience impelled her to keep going in spite of feeling utterly spent already. Most importantly, however, John had yet to climax.

Reaching one hand down between her legs she searched for and found John's balls, cupping them. The full sack was firm and ready to explode. Knowing what would drive him over the edge, Ivy abased herself willingly, eager to taste Daddy's sperm in from of witnesses.

"Cum for me Daddy. Please give me that big load, I wanna taste it so bad."

The men watching shared astonished looks with one another, making her climax continue as she took delight in shocking them with her slutty words. The effect her request had on John was immediate as well. Lifting her off of himself, he stood and she slipped to her knees quickly, taking his cock deep into her mouth, so he could fuck her slurping orifice once more.

Gripping her head, John used her mouth to unload a prolonged orgasm into. Jets of thick, hot sperm coated the inside of her mouth as he grunted with passion. Holding everything he spilled in her mouth while she encouraged him to keep cumming with her nimble tongue, Ivy thought of her audience and showing them her reward. Massaging and milking him with both hands, she happily let him use her face, an eager kitty greedy for milk. When there was no more sperm spilling into her mouth, she carried on licking him and moving her mouth over his knob, while softly stroking his balls and shaft, easing him down, thanking him for her treat, and prolonging the time she got to suck cock in front of witnesses.

When he stepped away, Ivy showed the assembled onlookers the pool of jism she gathered in her mouth. Then she ostentatiously swallowed and showed everyone what a good girl she was by revealing her empty mouth afterwards. Rubbing her clit, she had yet another climax as several men groped their hard cock through their clothes at the sordid sight of her drinking cum. The bliss she felt at having an audience for the end of her amazing relationship with John made her so happy she didn't want it to end, even though she knew it was over.

Looking at Hank as everyone sat back from the lunch table groaning and patting stuffed bellies, Wren saw sad distance in Hank's eyes. Perhaps he was also reliving their break-up during a similar situation, dessert finished as they sat in a different restaurant, an uncommon, awkward silence hanging between them.

"I got a job" she'd told him at dinner a few days after the park encounter.

"Congratulations!"

Instantly his mood changed. Up till then he'd been very reserved that night. Gentle and patient, but distant. At her news he lit up like a neon sign and his happiness pierced her heart.

"Thank you" she smiled weakly. "There's more." It was hard to speak around the lump in her throat. "The job is on the other coast."

"Ah."

The finality, the calm acceptance and stoic acknowledgement that the moment and method of ending he'd been anticipating since his proposal had arrived hurt almost as much as if he'd begged her to stay. Instead, John had smiled painfully and gripped her hand tight, willing himself to be proud of his good girl.

"Congratulations. You deserve it. Go." He nodded stiffly. "Go be brilliant. I love you." The older man held her gaze, the shiny eyes didn't spill any tears. "I am happy for you."

At the end of family lunch eight years later, the same man raised a glass of water.

"Congratulations to you both. You deserve all the happiness in the world. I love you... both. Welcome to the family Wren."

Everyone had cheered and clinked glasses while Wren forced herself to look at Jacob instead of his father as they drank. Then she kissed her fiance warmly, enjoying the familiar, satisfying press of his lips to hers. Wren loved Jacob and wanted to spend her life with him, not his father.

Knowing that was true, Wren sat back and felt more confident than she had since the airport. Looking into Hank's eyes, she met his gaze with compassion backed by the conviction that she chose Jacob. The older man received her gaze and read her for a moment. It seemed he understood she was claiming her right to be there as Jacob's partner not Hank's and the older man nodded ever so slightly, then turned to his wife and said something too soft for Wren to hear.

A sense of relief washed over Wren and she reached for Jacob's hand to share her moment of silent victory in a battle she hoped he would never know had occurred.

That night, in bed, Wren made love with her fiance and reforged the bond she had with him, shaken by the afternoon spent in the company of her long lost love. Their tender lovemaking was similar to how they usually had sex, but Wren maintained a concentrated focus on the moment, doing her disciplined best not to allow memories, fantasies or images of John to fill her mind with the wild, abandoned sex they had together.

Kissing her man, Wren focused on the soft press of lips, the teasing flick of soft tongues and the gentle caresses of hands on smooth, familiar flesh. Jacob lay her gently on the bed he grew up on in his old bedroom long ago converted to a proper guest bedroom, most echoes of his childhood long since spent. With an achingly sensual seduction, Jacob kissed his way down Wren's slender neck, his lips burning her with titillating passion.

Licking and kissing her chest he moved slowly toward her breasts, teasing her with his thorough ravishment of her flesh. The press of his lips and the glide of his wet tongue on her skin inflamed her, a tight grip on her will preventing any invasive thought to come and taint the beautiful experience of making love in her lover's childhood home for the first time. When Jacob at last took a sensitive nipple in his warm mouth, she sighed gratefully, the stimulation adding to her arousal, but gratifying her need for more and more stimulation.

For several delightful moments, Jacob fondled and suckled Wren's breasts making her moan, squirm and clutch his head as the extremity of her passion energized her body, making laying still impossible for the horny woman. Forced to use her highly honed willpower, training instilled in her by Jacob's father, she loved lying immobile while Jacob ravished her. Compartmentalizing her new knowledge that John was her lover's dad, Wren performed for Jacob, pleasing him by letting him see how much he aroused her.

The habits learned as a young woman, ironically taught to her by her partners parent, instilled in Wren a need to submit to her lover's desires. Being a good girl was so important to her that she got greater sexual pleasure by gifting Jacob what he wanted than she took from her own unknown desires. Wren was still a few years away from finally knowing what her own sexual desires truly were, like many woman, she took pleasure from giving pleasure to her lover.

Lucky for her, Jacob's perversion was to give as many orgasm as possible. If he didn't make Wren cum multiple times, he felt like a failure. After discovering that, Wren had taken it upon herself to dig deep and take rapturous joy from the extended foreplay Jacob enjoyed so much.

It was the easiest deception she'd preformed since telling John she was excited to move away and start a new life.

As Jacob adored Wren's flat tummy, kissing and licking her belly button like it were a mini vulva, she whimpered and quivered, exhibiting the trembling passion that Jacob appreciated so deeply. Three years as John's perfect sex doll, Ivy had been just as good at showing John how fervently she relished his public degradation like wringing a climax from her pussy with insistent fingers in a park while several witnesses observed their debauchery. Neither man knew the girl derived sexual pleasure from their use of her by transmuting her need for approval and affection into the rapture they observed.

Years of executing that alchemy as John's sex toy gave her more than enough skill to transform her urges for wild, uninhibited sex into a passionate response to Jacob's sensual seduction when they made love. Where Ivy needed to be treated like a filthy slut to achieve the greatest of orgasmic release, Wren's most intense orgasms arrived at the end of being treated like a delicate treasure. Where John had needed to dominate Ivy to assuage a wounded heart, Jacob needed to worship Wren to feel worthy to be her lover.

Perversely, she had been able to accept both with equal fervour, her need for love so great she didn't spend a moment considering what her libido actually desired to achieve true gratification. Aligning her compass to the North Star of the men she loved, she had moulded herself into the perfect lover for both men. Father and Son as it turned out.

As Jacob began to lap at her vulva, Wren squirmed and forced away thoughts of John doing that to her many times. Moving his mouth slowly up and down her sex, Jacob devoured her tender nether lips, suckling and playing with them for several minutes without ever touching her clit. Needing his mouth on her burning button, she endured the wait with building tension, her body ready to explode already, knowing what was to come, but needing more stimulation to get there.

John would never have been that patient. By that point he would have had a finger or two inside her rubbing her pussy while lavishing her clit with firm pressure and aggressive suckling. The older man would spend just as much time devouring her slippy sex, but he dove in more aggressively, wringing multiple orgasms from her in the same period his son would spend building up pressure, teasing her, only giving her a few orgasm, but they were more intense and actually more appreciated, Wren thought.

When Jacob's delectable mouth engulfed her clit, the heat surrounding her, his tongue flicking and his saliva lubricating, Wren detonated in a sexual release that had been building ever since she'd looked into Hank's eyes at the airport. Being in the presence of the two more desirable men of her life had incited a prolonged arousal in her pussy that was finally being acknowledged many, many hours later.

As Jacob suckled her clitoris and inserted two fingers into her burning slit, the spread of her vagina accepting him within felt delicious. Cumming in powerful waves, she climaxed as her fiance lavished her sex with glorious adoration. Struggling not to hump his face aggressively, the memory of doing so for his father surging to life as she came, Wren mewled pathetically as her memories of John surfaced and provoked a sordid hunger for more stimulation on her clit.

The climax took a dark turn, her memories tainting the beauty of the moment, but ravenous lust inundating her mind with images of John's face between her thighs eliciting endless orgasm from her with sex toys, his mouth and his fingers. The way he assaulted her tender sex with avid passion was nothing like the sustained adoration his son used and in the midst of her climax it was the father her libido shamefully conjured.

When at last Jacob relented and released her from orgasmic torment, she quickly scrambled on top and engulfed his erection into her greedy mouth. None of the long teasing exploration Jacob had done to her, he liked that just fine, but after making her cum so many times, she knew how much he wanted her to return the favour with enthusiasm. The more excitedly she wanted to suck him, the more proud of making her that horny Jacob would feel. Much like this father, he took great pleasure in being the source of her sexual pleasure.

Where John had requested adoration, taking keen delight in watching Ivy abase herself while anointing his cock with her saliva, Jacob closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations she created with her, enthusiastic, skilful mouth. As Wren ran her flattened, slippery tongue up and down Jacob's shaft, she marvelled that the man who had taught her to suck cock turned out to be Jacob's father. Every lewd act she performed on Jacob's glorious manhood was merely an echo of what she had learned doing those acts on his father's shockingly similar member.

Losing herself in sensations, the distracted women did her disciplined best to remain in the present and indulge in the wonderful pastime of giving her lover the best experience she could. The heat and smooth flesh of his erection filled her mind. The movement of his skin as she jacked him off, the fullness in her mouth as she took his knob deep and swirled her tongue all over his glans while fucking him with her willing mouth distracted her from her memories, but the new knowledge of who Jacob really was made sucking his cock feel more transgressive.

The old, familiar excitement Ivy used to feel about doing things she wasn't supposed to crept into Wren's erotic landscape as she worked her mouth lower and began to suck on each of Jacobs testicles like small, round cocks. Slurping them into her mouth and running her tongue all over the firm orbs, Wren took a deep breath, filling her nose with Jacobs fragrant, exciting scent and the primal memory of John's smell ignited in her brain. The similarities of the two men were so close, flashes of John's body invading her mind's eye were impossible to avoid. A stab of lust throbbed through Wren as she felt the urge to do humiliating things to Jacob like she used to for his dad.

Licking lower still, Wren began to lap at Jacob's perineum, an area he'd traditionally urged her to avoid by wiggling away when she moved her mouth there. For whatever reason, this time he didn't. Perhaps she had hypnotized him with her skills up to that point, maybe it was because she was stroking his shaft with both hands, distracting him from what her mouth was doing, but for several disturbingly familiar moments, Wren fell back into the role of Ivy and humbled herself for a man she loved.

Nuzzling her nose into the flesh of his scrotum, she ran her wet tongue all around the space between Jacob's scrotum and his anus, teasing him, titillating herself and showing him just how far she was willing to go to return the ecstasy he'd given her moments before. Gently encouraging him to lift his leg out of the way, she exposed his anus and began to lick the rim, teasing him gently, exploring a new perversion for him, but one she'd done many times for his father.

Something unusual happened and Jacob accepted her vulgar offer, spreading his thighs and holding one leg up so his fiancee could perform analingus on him for the first time. Excited to do something so sordid for the man she loved more than anyone, Wren indulged her lover by debasing herself utterly. As she stroked his shaft, her saliva dried, so Wren slobbered over his shaft for a moment, taking him deep and drooling over him, then once again she returned to rimming his ass while jacking him off slowly and sensually.

Pleased that he was letting her do it, Wren spent several delirious moments reliving her sordid past with John as she humbled herself for her current man. Glancing up, Wren noticed Jacob watching her and she smiled, allowing him to see how much she enjoyed rimming him by diving back in. Performing like the shameless whore she could sometimes be, Wren gave in to her sleaziest impulses and let Ivy the slut take over.

Running her filthy mouth all around his groin, she slurped on his balls, licked up and down his member from ass to knob over and over, making a gleaming mess of her face as her slobber stained her from forehead to collar bones. Using her whole face to worship his admirable erection, Ivy smeared his wet cock over every surface of her face, marking herself with him, choosing Jacob's cock over his father's. Lost in the perverted ritual of absolving her sin of lusting after his dad, Wren did penance for wanting Hank by marking herself with Jacob's flesh.

Would it be enough to assuage her guilt?

In contrast, the more she defiled herself the way she used to, the worse she felt. The more Ivy took control, the more tawdry Wren felt. That had never happened when Wren gave over to Ivy before. Smearing her features back and forth over his scrotum, dragging her nose through the pliant flesh, she tried to deny what she was feeling, but Wren had to admit that degrading herself for Jacob didn't feel good. The look on his face was horrified fascination, not fierce lust like his father.

Shifting gears back to Wren in control, she resumed simply sucking his cock, taking him deep and stroking his shaft softly, urging him to cum, while the sting of failure made her blush. Ivy was titillated by the shame while Wren felt her arousal fade to a more manageable level as she dropped the Ivy mask.

Settling in to a less frenetic mode, Wren caressed her fiancee's manhood with tongue and hands, her warm mouth surrounding the first third of his pole while her hands worked his shaft and massaged his testicles. In moments she felt Jacob tip over toward his climax. Peeking at him, she saw he was watching her with rapt attention so she winked at him and flicked her tongue around his glans, encouraging him to spill in her mouth.

At least Wren could have that sordid delight, the full mouth of a cum craving slut.

The gush of jism felt wonderful and so lewd, she began to rub her clit with one hand while milking him with the other and her slurping mouth. Keeping every drop of sperm in her mouth, she smeared it around on his knob as he ejaculated a huge load into her greedy maw. Savouring the pungent flavour, Wren took keen delight in her reward and an even more fulfilling pleasure in the fact that it were she, not Ivy, that Jacob preferred. Giving him a glimpse of Ivy had been unintentional, but Wren was glad it happened, the look on his face assuring her that her future husband didn't want the alter-ego she'd created for his father.

Laying still on her side, his spent erection still ensconced in her suckling mouth, Wren teased him with her tongue as she allowed his spunk to slither down her throat. Drinking his essence, she felt profoundly connected to Jacob, the loving bond between them so much deeper that the overwhelming, fiery passion Ivy had shared with John.

Climbing on him, Wren slipped Jacob's still hard manhood inside her burning sex and eased down until he filled her to the brim. Straining to take him all the way inside, she winced as he stretched her, but she desperately needed to be joined with him completely.

"I love you Jacob" she whispered. "I can't get enough of you!"

Grinding herself on him, she hardly heard him tell her how much he loved her too, but the hungry, lonely girl inside always heard it when he said that. Riding her man, Wren moved slow, steadily building up tension as she felt an orgasm slither to life deep inside. Watching Jacob, his gorgeous lean body, muscular and masculine, it was easy to see John lying there instead, but Wren held her lover's gaze and kissed him on the face, avoiding his mouth with her tainting lips.

The climax she had on top of her fiance was glorious, Wren choosing him with every pulse of pleasure, watching him take pride in her orgasm as he carried on fucking her while she writhed atop him, impaled by his massive erection. Exultant from the way he watched her cum, she gyrated for him, his hands groping her chest as she squirmed. The way he tugged her nipples at exactly the right moments and his instinct to press a firm thumb to her clit when she needed him to filled Wren with gratitude and affection for her considerate lover.

When Ivy climaxed, John was just as skilled at prolonging her pleasure, but it had a different source inside him than Jacob's. Where Jacob was fulfilled by her climax and the simple knowledge that he was the reason for her bliss, John had needed to make her beg him to stop, needing the sense of power over her it gave him.

Whenever Wren was done, satisfied with her climaxes, Jacob would stop, easing her back from her pinnacle with tenderness. The only way to end Ivy's ecstatic torment was to beg or let John finish in her mouth and want things to end. There was something wonderful about abdicating responsibility for the end of her ecstasy, but Wren preferred being with Jacob and simply flopping onto his strong chest when she'd had enough. Kissing his neck, expressing her deep gratitude through murmured thank yous and kisses all over his shoulders and neck, Wren came down from her climax panting and sweating, but feeling reconnected to her man.

Slipping to sleep in his arms, Wren thought she might be able to negotiate loving both father and son after all.

*****

The ding of a text pulled Hank from his post-orgasmic doze. Reaching for his phone he glanced at Morgan, her tussled blond hair spilled across her pillow, bare should smooth and tempting in the dim moonlight. Reading the text his body went still, his mind frozen.

"John, its Ivy" is all it said.

"Who is it?" Morgan asked.

"Wrong number" Hank lied.

Showing her the text, he smiled at his wife.

"Weird."

Morgan snuggled into Hank, rubbing her rump on him until he put his phone down and spooned the petite woman he loved.

Still feeling the glow of the wild session of passionate, loving sex they'd just had, Hank kissed his wife's shoulder and pulled her tight to his chest, his cock nestled between her soft, warm buttocks. The blood flowing to his manhood was probably because of how sexy Morgan was.

Hank's arousal likely had nothing at all to do with the provocative thought of responding to the text Ivy had sent.