Teresa in My Life, Pt. 2

Teresa in My Life, Part 2

by Alex Barton

[For Dex, who dearly loved incest erotica.]

Five

Grown men don't cry. At least they shouldn't. But sometimes it's damn hard not to.

It was a Saturday morning. On my way back from my morning jog I picked the post up from the lobby of my apartment block. I was thrilled to see an airmail envelope amongst the bills and junk mail. I saw from the back it was a letter from Vicky Jameson, the wife of one of my oldest friends who had emigrated to Canada five or so years previously. I opened it, curious why she had written.

Apparently her husband Mike had been clearing snow from their driveway, suddenly let out a groan of pain and collapsed. Vicky saw him go down and rushed out of the house, grabbing her phone and calling 911. An ambulance arrived but it was too late: Mike was dead from a massive heart attack.

I dropped the letter on the kitchen counter. My heart felt tight in my chest and I walked over to the big plate glass windows to watch the river. I always do this when I'm hurting or angry: the unceasing flow of water seems to carry whatever is troubling me downstream and lessen its impact.

I heard my 18-year-old daughter Teresa enter the living room behind me and the excited little 'Yay!' she let out when she saw the letter with its purple ink. She loves it when Mike or Vicky writes to us both with their news and she picked it up hoping to hear how their daughter Renée, the same age as Teresa, was getting on at school, whether she had a boyfriend, anything and everything.

"It's not what you're hoping for ‒ " I started to say but there was no need. Teresa let out a soft 'ohhh' of great sadness as she read the letter and took in what it said.

A moment later my daughter came up behind me. She slid her arms round my waist and hugged herself tight against my body. She had just got out of bed and was wearing a see-thru teddy that barely covered her ass. I felt the warmth of her breasts against my back, the swell of her mons against the cheeks of my ass.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. "Are you very upset?"

"Yes," I said quietly. "I'll miss him."

I crossed my hands over my chest, stroking Teresa's arms for comfort. Then I turned and gathered my daughter up in my arms, my lips seeking hers in a soft, gentle kiss to let her know how grateful I was to her for easing the hurt I felt, the sense of loss.

I moved my hands down and cupped her curvy little bum in my hands. The skin was silky-smooth and I stroked my fingers between her legs, pulling the lips of her pussy open. Her cunt was wet.

Teresa broke the kiss and stood looking into my eyes, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright. She tugged at the tucked-in towel round my waist and it fell to the floor. My cock reared up, instantly hard, a drop of precum glistening at the swollen tip. Even though I was upset by Vicky's news, I was still turned on, as I always was, by Teresa's perfect teenage body and my lips sought hers, only this time I kissed her hard and deep and cupped my hands under her bum, lifting her off the carpet so her groin was pressed into my belly. All I had to do was lower her and the head of my prick would slide between the slick lips and into her cunt. Slowly, with intense pleasure, I did so and we moaned into each other's mouths, father and daughter overwhelmed by the passionate heat of our incestuous fuck.

Teresa seemed almost weightless, her arms wrapped round my neck, her legs locked round my waist. Time and again I lifted her body up and down, savoring the way the tight, slick walls of her pussy slid along the length of my shaft every time I thrust my cock in and out of her body. With every stroke I pressed in a little further, stoking the fire of our arousal a little higher, bringing us closer to orgasm. The pain of losing my friend was subsumed in the perfection of fucking my teenage daughter and all I cared about was the exquisite sensation of Teresa's gushing pussy enveloping my cock, her nipples stiff under the silky teddy rubbing against my chest, the scent of her arousal filling my senses.

I buried my face in my daughter's superfine blonde hair. "Fuck me, Daddy, oh fuck me!" Teresa groaned in my ear and then closed her teeth on the soft skin at the base of my neck, sending a thrill of sensation direct to my balls, tingling with the rush of my approaching climax.

And then I did something Teresa didn't expect. I moved across to the nearest window and pressed her back against it. Her upper body was still covered by the teddy but her bare bum made contact with the cool glass and she cried out, trembling from the shock and tipping over the edge into delirious orgasm. At the same moment I felt the liquid heat of my sperm race through my cock and my hips spasmed as I pumped out a massive load of cum into the depths of her spasming pussy.

Both of us were drained. We could do no more than hold on to each other as the amazing sensations slowly subsided. And it was then I glanced over Teresa's head and saw a crowd of tourists watching us from the rail of a passing pleasure boat. There was no way they could miss seeing my prick buried in Teresa's pussy, the cheeks of her pert buttocks spread out against the glass. I was just thankful they didn't know that the girl was whose cunt was now overflowing with my cum was my beautiful daughter. Oh well, I thought. That will give you something exciting to tell the neighbors about when you get home...

After we showered and dressed, I took Teresa for lunch at a local trattoria. There was something very sexy about watching her suck strands of spaghetti into her mouth and I found the pain of Vicky's letter slowly start to fade.

"Dad," Teresa asked as she put her fork and spoon to one side, her insatiable appetite sated for a short while. "Have you ever thought about finding a girlfriend?"

"Whoa, where did that come from?" I asked, surprised.

"Well, Matthew and I were talking and we think we've found the perfect person."

"And who might that be?" I asked, smiling at her.

"Matthew's mother. She's genuinely nice and she's got really big boobs." Teresa paused for a moment and then added with a twinkle in her eyes, "Matthew thinks she's really hot and he'd give anything to fuck her."

I nearly choked on my risotto. "How the hell do you know that?"

"He told me," my daughter said with a smug smile. Teresa loves it when she says something that surprises me.

She went on, "His mother is a writer and freelance journalist. She writes romantic fiction where big hunky men do all they can to stop themselves being attracted to feisty women but always end up falling head over heels in love."

Teresa pretended to swoon and fanned her face with her hand. Then she leaned close to me so she could speak without being overheard.

"Anyway, Matthew's Mum's books are called erotic romances because her characters always have lots and lots of raunchy sex on the way to falling in love. Writing that stuff gets his Mum all hot and bothered so when she stops writing for the day she likes to shower to cool off. She's got a shower with transparent glass so Matthew can crack open the bathroom door and spy on getting all wet and sudsy. He loves it when she spends a really long time stroking her soapy fingers in between the lips of her pussy and between the cheeks of her ass so she can slide them into her asshole."

"Goodness," I said, signaling the waiter for a carafe of ice water. This revelation was a lot more than I bargained for over a quiet Saturday lunch with my daughter.

"And she's got this big vibrator she keeps in her bedside table she calls Carlos," Teresa said with a giggle. "After she's showered she stretches out naked on her bed and masturbates with it moaning, 'Oh Carlos, oh yes, fuck me,' and that's when Matthew wishes he could strip off, slip into her bedroom and take Carlos's place. He loves it when I make him tell me what he'd like to do to her and I suck his cock at the same time. He gets really aroused and holds my head in place while he comes, spurting a massive load of spunk down my throat as he shudders and moans, "Oh Mum, OH YESSS!"

"Wow," I said, genuinely amazed and a little speechless.

"So what you should do is next time Matthew comes round to see me is say you'll take him home afterward so you can meet his mum. Then you could fuck her silly and fall madly in love, just like in one of her books."

Teresa sat back with a big grin on her face and I started laughing, charmed by the completely logical way my daughter could see everything fall neatly into place. "You're sure I get to fuck her before we fall madly in love?" I asked.

Teresa leaned across and kissed my cheek.

"Leave everything to me," she said with a cheeky grin.

*

About a week later an opportunity for me to meet Matthew's mother presented itself.

On Saturday nights Teresa and Matthew enjoyed going out together and she usually brought him home afterwards to eat takeaway Chinese or pizza, then disappeared into her bedroom with him to listen to music, watch a movie or play on one of her game systems. Around 11.00pm I'd knock on her bedroom door and announce I was headed downstairs to start the car and would wait for them in front of our apartment block.

This time, accompanied by Teresa, I took Matthew home as usual but instead of dropping him off I turned into the driveway of the large house he lived in set back from the road in a wooded area of north London.

"Can my dad come in and meet your mum?" Teresa suddenly asked, and I caught a little smile flit across her face reflected in the rear view mirror.

"Sure. That would be nice," Matthew said and I turned the engine off, locked my car and Teresa and I followed him to the front door.

Matthew led the way to the living room. The big, airy room was decorated in pastel shades and full of books with a big desk in the corner. In the center of the desk was a laptop covered in stick-it notes. I saw a stereo system but no TV and guessed this was where Matthew's mother researched and wrote her books.

Matthew went into the kitchen and I heard him calling out to his mother. A moment later he came back into the living room.

"Sorry," he said. "Mum's not in. She must be out cycling because her bike's not where she keeps it on the back porch. Can I get you anything?"

"Tea would be nice," I said and smiled. I walked across to the bookshelves and checked out the titles until Matthew appeared with the teapot, milk and china mugs set out on a tray.

There was a noise in the hallway and a woman's voice called out, "Matt?"

"In here, Mum."

A woman wearing trainers and Spandex shorts walked into the room wrestling a sweatshirt over her head. She was wearing a cut off T-shirt underneath and the difficulty she was having freeing herself meant she accidentally grabbed the shirt and lifted it to expose a big, bare breast, the pale pink nipple puckered by the evening air.

Matthew said sharply, "Erm - Mum? Teresa's dad's here."

His mother was still struggling to get the sweatshirt over her head but she quickly yanked the T-shirt back into place over the creamy-white globe.

"Here? Where?" she said and I could see a cord from her sweatshirt was caught in the ribbon she'd used to tie her hair in a ponytail.

"Next to you, trying to be a Good Samaritan," I said, and carefully untangled the cords from her hair.

"Damn thing," she said, her face suddenly appearing.

I stared at Matthew's mother and felt my stomach go into freefall and my heart thud.

"Hello, Daisy," I said in a quiet voice. "It's been a long time."

"Alan ‒?" she started to say and then sat down heavily on the sofa, as if her legs had given way under her.

"Are you alright, Mum?" Matthew said, unsure what was going on.

"Matt, let's go get another mug," Teresa said, pushing him gently toward the kitchen.

"Sorry?" Matthew said, obviously confused.

"They've met before, silly. Now come on."

Matthew did as he was told while Teresa looked back at me, her face showing her surprise and concern.

A kaleidoscope of memories played in my head.

Daisy and I met at university. She was starting her first year; I was in my last before graduation. We met in the TV lounge when I was watching a televised opera and she heard soaring voices and beautiful melodies and sat down, entranced. When the program finished I invited her back to my room and we drank coffee and talked until dawn.

I took her to classical concerts; she took me to pop festivals. We burned the midnight oil studying together while I revised for my final exams and she for her first year's, sitting in the university library writing silly notes to each other, discussing and arguing about the books we had read and the movies we liked, both of us realizing we were falling in love. Until one day I ran to her room, bursting with the news I'd received a job offer from a leading London bank, and found she was gone, all her possessions were gone, and she had informed the college she was leaving to live with her father in Scotland. I had no idea where she lived, had never needed to ask, and she never sent me her address, never contacted me in any way. I was in pain for months until the sense of loss eventually eased.

And now here she was, standing in front of me, looking every bit as shell-shocked as I did.

"Matthew told me Teresa's surname was Cazalet but I didn't ‒ " she said in a choked voice.

"Oh well, what are the chances," I said, trying to keep my voice light. "There must be hundreds of people named Cazalet in London." But I knew for a fact there weren't.

"You look wonderful, Daisy," I said, smiling at her, remembering so well how attractive I found her big, full breasts, plump, curvy bum and little round belly. And she was just as achingly fuckable now as she was all those years ago, if not more so.

"It's been a long time," I said.

Daisy nodded. "Nineteen years."

"And you're a successful author," I said, relieved when Matthew looked round the door and then walked in and handed his mother her tea. As she took the mug, Daisy glanced at her son, an almost furtive look as if she wished he was not in the room. Then she looked across at me, distress in her eyes.

My stomach lurched once again but this time I felt as if I had been kicked. Suddenly it all made sense. It was 19 years since Daisy and I were at college together and Matthew was 19...

"Are you alright, Dad?" Teresa said, her voice seeming to come from the end of a long tunnel. She was standing next to me, her hand squeezing my shoulder.

"I'm fine," I said.

I looked at Daisy. There was a mute plea in her eyes.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't.

Daisy suddenly got to her feet and walked across to the desk, reaching for her diary. She opened it and said, "It's really nice to see you again but I'm all hot and sweaty and desperate for a shower. I've been meaning to ring and ask when you and Teresa were free so I could repay you for all the hospitality you've given Matthew. Would you like to join us for a Chinese meal, my treat? Friday night, about 7.30?"

"Friday night would be perfect," I said and Teresa and I followed Matthew toward the door. "We'll see you then."

A moment later, sitting in the car, Teresa said, "That was strange," as I started the engine and reversed down the drive.

"Yes," I said, reluctant to elaborate.

"She was definitely pushing us out."

"Mmm, I thought that."

We sat in silence for a few minutes as I drove home and then Teresa said, "Come on, then. Tell me all the juicy details."

I told her how Daisy and I met. "And then I asked her if she'd like to come back to my room for coffee and listen to more opera and she said yes."

"For 'coffee'..." Teresa said with a little smile.

"Of course," I said, with mock seriousness. "Though as soon as she'd drunk her coffee I put on a Miles Davis CD, kissed her softly and said what I'd really like to do was just lie on my bed with her in my arms, cuddled together..."

"Oh, Dad, not that corny old line," Teresa said, laughing.

"Anyway," I said in my own defense. "She kissed me first. A soft, open-mouthed kiss. It sent a delicious tingle all the way along my spine to my balls and made me hard as a rock. Then she pressed a second kiss to my jaw and down my neck, rubbing those big, heavy breasts of hers against my chest and draped her thigh across my leg."

"She seduced you!"

"Damn right. And it was incredibly erotic. Especially when I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and found her bra was, glory be, a front-loader. One flick of the clasp by my skilled fingers and I was drowning in the warm scent of her perfumed cleavage and filling my mouth with the sweetest-tasting nipples I'd ever known. She whispered she was on the pill and we undressed and spent the next day and night making love, time after time after time..."

I found it difficult to say much more. The memory was both wonderful and very painful.

Teresa waited a moment and then asked, "So what happened? Why did it end?"

I told her about Daisy's sudden departure.

"Were you very upset?"

"Christ, yes," I said and drove down the ramp of the garage under our apartment block, ran the car into my space and turned off the engine.

"Maybe she's still hurting," Teresa said as she opened the passenger door. "That was why she hustled us out."

"I don't think so," I said and locked the car's doors.

"Anyway," Teresa said, coming around to my side and taking my hand, then leaning up on tiptoes to give me the same soft open-mouthed kiss I'd told her I gave Daisy all those years ago. "Come on. I don't have big boobs like Daisy but I'm definitely up for some 'cuddling'..."

"Yeah, me too," I said, and grinned at her happily.

A short ride in the elevator and I opened the door of our apartment. I was about to turn the lights on when Teresa leaned close and whispered, "Leave them off."

Living above a river is magical at the best of times but even more so at night. Red lights at the top of ship's masts seem to glide through the air, moonlight shimmers on the water, the streetlamps have reflections that give them mirror images as if lighting an underwater highway.

My daughter walked across and stood looking out and I moved behind her, sliding my hands round her slim body to cup her breasts through the thin material of her T-shirt. I molded and squeezed the firm little mounds, the nipples stiff in my fingers, delighting in hearing her breathing quicken as my cock hardened and I pressed it between the furrow of her buttocks, pert and rounded in her tight jeans.

I reached down to the buckle of her belt and flicked it open. Then I ran the zip down and pulled open the front, exposing the soft white skin of her lower belly and the swell of her mons. Teresa was not wearing panties and I slid my fingers lower, squeezing them in between the tight denim and the silky smoothness of her labia until I found the opening of her cunt, wet with cream from her growing arousal.

Teresa reached up to brace her hands against the glass of the window. Then she pushed her bum back against my cock, swaying her hips slightly to grind the peachy mounds of her ass against my erection. At the same time as I was masturbating her, my fingers sinking deeper into her creamy cunt, she was masturbating me, her rocking motion sending tingles of pleasure to my balls. I could have come from that motion alone but both of us wanted more.

My daughter twisted her head round and our mouths met. Our tongues intertwined as we tasted each other's flavors, expressing our lust by the heat of our mouths, the hunger of our lips. I knew she was ready.

Teresa stretched up an arm and brought my head down so she could put her mouth next to my ear.

"Daddy, I was a bad girl with Matthew," she said in a smoky voice.

"Were you, darling?"

"Mmm. When we were in my bedroom he said he wanted to put his cock in my bum and I said he could. It felt really nice because he fucked me until he spurted out lots of cum and it's still there, thick and slippery. If you fucked my bum now with your big prick it would mean it slipped in ever so easily because of Matthew's gooey spunk in my bowels. Would you like to do that, Daddy...?"

I didn't answer. I simply peeled her jeans over the swell of her buttocks, sliding my fingers back until they were buried in the wetness of her cunthole and moved my thighs between my daughter's legs as she opened them wide. She reached behind her for the buckle of my belt and quickly opened it, moaning softly as my cock sprang up, the head and shaft sliding into the furrow of her ass. Then she took hold of the throbbing tip, set it against the pucker of her anus and sighed softly as she relaxed her sphincter muscle, releasing a dribble of cum she rubbed all over my glans, lubing it and making me hot as hell.

A gentle push and the head popped through the tight ring of her sphincter muscle. She clamped onto me as only she knows how to do, the tightness exquisitely pleasurable as she used her anus to stimulate the head of my cock. Then she slowly eased back, inch after inch of the hard shaft sliding into her rectum, its passage made effortless by the slippery mass of Matthew's cum he had deposited earlier in her bowels. It was like sliding into thick, warm oil, a sensation so erotic I had to bite my lip to distract myself from spurting my cum too soon in blissful release.

Very slowly, at the same time as I worked my fingers back and forth over the bud of Teresa's clit and bathed them in the creamy depths of her cunt, I buggered my beautiful daughter. Now and then I raised my head from where I could see my prick sliding repeatedly into her pretty little ass and looked out across the river, willing myself to hold on and not come too soon. But it was impossible when she was milking my cock with her asshole so expertly, her hands reaching up to slide round my neck, pulling my face down into her shoulder so I could lick and bite the soft skin as I fucked my cock deep into her back passage.

I suddenly heard her breathing quicken. She moaned, "Oh Daddy, Daddy, DADDY!" her voice rising to a groan of ecstasy as my fingers were inundated with a flood of her slippery cream. She bucked and writhed in passion, her slender body impaled on the length of my prick, the tightness of her rectum too wonderful to withstand. The familiar buzzing started in my balls and a surge of hot liquid raced up the shaft of my deeply buried cock, my cum spurting from the tip to mix with Matthew's in the depths of Teresa's bowels.

As my orgasm slowly ebbed I suddenly felt exhausted. "Come on, baby," I said. "It's time for bed. We'll shower in the morning."

Teresa eased her ass off my cock and turned around to kiss me gently.

"Any chance of some real cuddling?" she asked softly.

"What do you think?" I said, my voice full of love.

"Carry me?"

"You bet," and I did, lifting her effortlessly and making for the bedroom.

Later, lying naked in bed with Teresa, her head resting in the crook of my arm, I heard her drowsy voice.

"Dad?"

"Mmm?"

"Matt's 19. Maybe that's why Daisy left university so suddenly. Because she found out she was pregnant." Teresa paused a moment and then added with a little laugh, "Hey, how cool is that? I'm having sex with my father and my brother!"

I said nothing, simply hugged her closer. Soon my daughter's breathing slowed and I knew she was asleep. I lay awake for a while marveling at Teresa's ability to put two and two together. And Daisy and Matthew? Well, I would cross that bridge when I came to it the following Friday evening.

Six

Teresa and I picked up Daisy and Matthew as arranged at 7.30 the following Friday evening. The Chinese restaurant served Szechuan cuisine and allowed diners to bring their own wine. I poured Daisy a glass of claret and we got down to the serious business of ordering.

I suppose it was only natural Daisy and I would be self-conscious in each other's company, at least initially. While Teresa and Matthew chatted happily, I told Daisy I now understood why she dropped out of college without telling me why she was leaving. But after so many years I assured her there was no need for long-winded explanations or recrimination and I assured her I had no desire to make any claim on Matthew unless she wanted me to; Daisy and I agreed it would be best if things were left as they were.

Which meant Daisy and I could discover if there was any spark left of the intense attraction we had for each other so long ago, although I couldn't help wondering how she'd react if she (or Matthew for that matter) discovered that her son had been fucking and buggering his own sister, even double penetrating her with his cock in her pussy and her father's in her asshole.

Reassured now, aware how much Teresa and I were enjoying her company, Daisy visibly relaxed and began to respond to the way my eyes met hers and my obvious appreciation of the plunging neckline of the black cocktail dress she was wearing. I especially liked the way the neckline displayed to perfection the creamy slopes of her breasts almost as far as her nipples. I suspected it was some while since Daisy had dressed to stimulate a sexual reaction in a man and she delighted in finding reasons to lean forward, pretending she needed to hear me better over the hubbub of the restaurant. I wasn't alone: quite a few of the men in surrounding tables held their breath hoping her glorious breasts would suddenly spill free of the dress's over‒stretched bodice.

But then my minx of a daughter was also sending my libido through the roof. She had slipped a shoe off under the table so she could stroke her foot along the length of my erect prick, and I suspected from the flushed expression on Matthew's face and the fact Teresa was eating with only one hand meant she was doing something similar to her boyfriend at the same time. Possibly Daisy suspected something when Teresa bubbled about what a wonderful couple we made to which Matthew immediately agreed. Naturally he did: Teresa had convinced him I was his best chance of finding a way for him to have sex with his mother which, my daughter had told me, he desperately wanted to do.

After dinner, I pulled my car into Daisy's driveway and turned off the engine. The house was dark but one of those outside lights with motion sensors came on and stayed on. Reflections flickered in Daisy's eyes and made the depths of her cleavage immensely inviting. I ached to slide my hands under the bodice and free the big globes from their confinement, sucking her nipples into my mouth and making her moan with desire.

"Coming in for coffee?" Daisy asked, her eyes showing she knew exactly what I was thinking.

"That would be nice," I said.

Matthew and Teresa were sitting in the back and Matt leaned forward and said, "Can Teresa and I play videogames in my room for a while?"

"Alan?"

"Sure," I said. "But we must be going in an hour or so."

"Dad, it's Friday night!" Teresa complained.

"You can both stay over if you like," Daisy said to my surprise. "There's room."

"Oh Dad, can we?" Teresa asked excitedly.

"We'll see," I said.

Teresa sighed and said, "Fathers," in an exasperated voice as she followed Matthew who unlocked the front door and led the way into the house, leaving Daisy and I alone.

"You know you were my first true love, don't you?" I said, staring out across the steering wheel. "I was devastated when you left."

"And you were mine," she said in a soft voice. "I knew you loved me, but it was too soon for us to get married and have a child. You were just starting your career and I was afraid you'd press me to get an abortion. I had to choose between you and the baby and I took the only way out I could."

"I wish you'd talked it through with me."

Daisy laughed softly. "That's the 'now' you talking," she said. "The 'then' you would have been as bloody scared as I was." She paused for a moment and then said, "Alan, I'm a little cold. Let me make coffee and we can go on talking in front of the fire."

"I'd love to," I said.

I followed Daisy into the house and heard her busy herself in the kitchen while I made myself comfortable on the sofa. A door banged upstairs followed by a loud whoop from Teresa and I guessed Matthew was about to take his revenge for her making him so aroused in the restaurant.

Daisy brought in the coffee and put the tray on a low table in front of me. She leaned forward to pour and, once again, I wondered if her full breasts were going to spill free of the bodice of her dress. She must have read my mind because she looked up and smiled at the desire in my eyes. While I helped myself to cream, she walked over to the stereo and a moment later the soft, sensual voice of Dusty Springfield singing 'The Look of Love' filled the room.

"Ah," I said, and closed my eyes. "The most perfect soundtrack for seduction ever written."

Daisy made herself comfortable on the sofa followed by a whisper of warm breath next to my ear.

"And who's thinking about seduction, Mr. Cazalet?"

"I'm ashamed to admit it had crossed my mind, Ms. Westbrook," I said, and opened my eyes to see her beautiful brown eyes full of amusement, her mouth about an inch from mine. I was mesmerized by her full, red lips. "It's just instinctive when I'm sitting next to such a beautiful woman I once possessed utterly. Several times a day as I remember," I whispered.

"Do you still think I'm beautiful, Alan? Only you have ever told me I am."

"Stunningly beautiful, Daisy," I said, finding it difficult to speak. "And very desirable."

"It's a really long time since anyone told me that," she said and smiled, a mix of pleasure and desire in her eyes.

Daisy leaned toward me. Her lips brushed, very softly, over mine. The weight of her breasts pressed against my chest as she whispered, "Oh god, this is like a scene from one of my books."

I slid my hand up to cup her face in my hand and felt Daisy's body tremble with arousal and anticipation. "Soft music, two lovers finding each other again, intense desire, those books of yours sound like they might be right up my street," I said, my voice thick with lust, my cock straining against the zip of my pants.

"Except my publishers won't let me include in my sex scenes what you were so fond of doing to me..." she said with a little smile.

"You remember? Well it's their loss," I said with a grin.

"And mine," she said and kissed me with a fierceness that took my breath away.

Our tongues intertwined and my hand did what it had been aching to do all night. I stroked my fingers over the silky-smooth slopes of Daisy's breasts and eased first one and then the other out of the bodice of her dress. One big nipple was puckered under the pad of my thumb, the tip hard with her arousal. I broke the kiss and bent my head to suck the nipple between my lips, loving the way Daisy threaded her fingers in my hair, holding me close as I filled my mouth with the flesh of her soft, full breast.

The nipple tasted sweet, especially when I gently closed my teeth round the tip and drew it out from the surrounding flesh, making Daisy gasp with the sensation as I let it snap back. Time and again I sucked and bit first one nipple and then the other, even pressing her breasts together in my hands so I could suckle both of them at once. Above me I could hear Daisy beginning to pant, her fingers searching out my rock hard cock in my pants, stroking along the shaft and squeezing the swollen glans, her arousal and mine growing stronger.

She bent her head and took the lobe of my ear between her teeth, nipping at it. "Fuck my mouth with your cock, Alan," she begged. "Then fuck my asshole... Please Alan, it's been so long since I had a cock in my bum..."

Reluctantly releasing her breasts, the nipples moist with my saliva, I stood and unbuckled my belt, my eyes meeting Daisy's as I unzipped. She licked her lips when I pulled open my pants to reveal my briefs, the cotton covering the bulge of my glans wet with precum. She started to reach her fingers up, impatient to free my cock but I said, "No, let me," and she sighed with delight when I peeled back the tight material and hooked the elastic under my balls, displaying the whole of my fully erect prick.

"Open your mouth and put out your tongue, Daisy," I said.

She did and I curled my fingers round my cock and leaned toward her, bending my prick at a slight angle so the head slid across the surface of her tongue, trailing the pearl of cum oozing from the tip along its length. A thin rope of sperm connected my glans and her lower lip and she slid her tongue over its full, wet surface to savor the flavor.

"Mmm," she said. "More..."

I threaded my hands in her hair and took hold of her head. Daisy slid her hands round my hips, pushing my pants and briefs down my legs. Then she pulled me toward her at the same moment as she opened her mouth wide. With a moan of delight I sank my cock into her mouth, over the wet surface of her tongue and into the back of her throat. I had taught Daisy how to swallow my full length and she had not forgotten the technique. The I slowly withdrew, the shaft of my prick glistening with her saliva and slippery precum. Dribbles overflowed the vacuum of her lips and dripped from her chin onto the slopes of her breasts and I reached a hand down so I could daub her erect nipples with the warm, sticky fluid, making her mewl with delight as I sank my erection back into her welcoming mouth and down her throat.

Holding her steady I fucked Daisy's mouth, loving the way her lips swilled over the length of my cock, loving the way she sucked hard one second and licked her tongue around and about the head the next, loving it when she reached up to close her fingers round my balls, caressing the sensitive sacs in rhythm with her deep, drawing sucks. The sensation was exquisite and I felt the familiar buzzing in my balls that I was about to come, the increase in liquid streaming from the tip signaling to Daisy I was near.

"Daisy, oh god, get ready," I gasped and she looked up, her eyes meeting mine as she took the full length of my cock into her mouth until her nose was buried against the smooth-shaven skin of my crotch. I knew she was prepared and I surrendered to my climax, a gush of liquid heat surging up the shaft of my cock to spurt into the back of Daisy's throat. Time after time my cock spasmed as I emptied my balls into Daisy's suckling mouth, creamy spunk escaping the corners of her lips as she did her best to swallow my pent‒up load.

And then my climax ebbed and Daisy slid her mouth off my cock, reaching for her coffee to wash down the mass of salty fluid coating her throat. As soon as she put her cup down I bent and kissed her softly, whispering, "Thank you, that was wonderful," and she smiled, knowing how much pleasure she had given me.

"Now, about your other request," I said with a grin and her eyes sparkled.

I reached down and untied my shoes, took off my socks, pants and briefs. If Daisy was concerned Teresa or Matthew might come in and find me half-naked she said nothing, simply ran upstairs for a moment and then returned with a bottle of lube in her hands.

"I thought you said you hadn't ‒?" I started to say in mock accusation and had the great delight of seeing Daisy blush red.

"I bought it today," she said, embarrassed.

"Why, Ms. Westbrook," I said with a broad grin. "What if I hadn't been interested?"

Daisy responded by walking over to the sofa and kneeling on it so her bum was facing me. She moved her legs apart and draped her arms over the back, then turned her head so her eyes met mine as she reached a hand back and bunched the skirt of her dress in her fingers, slowly drawing the black material up her creamy thighs until the tops of her stay-ups appeared, followed by the dimples of her ass. A moment later and the dress was round her waist, her plump, voluptuous ass fully bared, no panties or thong covering the glistening pink lips of her cunt which she pulled open with her fingers, exposing her lips oozing with cream, fully aware I could see how ready she was to be fucked.

"Of course, if you're really not interested..." she said in a soft voice, emphasizing the 'really' and looking down at my jutting prick quivering with the intensity of my desire before moving both her hands up to the cheeks of her ass, taking hold of the curvy mounds and pulling them apart to reveal the tiny pucker of her asshole, light brown in the center of the surrounding skin.

"Oh my God, Daisy, are you kidding?" I said and reached for the lube.

She laughed with delight at the effect her wanton display was having on me, an effect so powerful it never even occurred to me to get to my knees and return the favor of her sucking my cock by licking her cunt. Anyway, if she remembered back to the heady days of our youth, I always loved the sweet treat of lapping her cunt and ass after I buggered her, when her anus was overflowing with a heavy load of my freshly spurted cum.

I flipped the top of the lube and squeezed out a big dollop onto my fingers, my eyes meeting hers as she licked her lips in excited anticipation. If the cream dripping from the opening of her pussy was any guide she desperately wanted to be buggered and I was only too happy to oblige, moving across to where she was kneeling. I bent to kiss her hard, my tongue licking against hers at the same time as I put the slender nozzle of the lube against the opening of her anus and pressed it into her rectum. She broke the kiss long enough to whisper, "Mmm, that feels nice," her eyes widening as I gave the bottle a hard squeeze, filling her back passage with the slippery gel.

Maybe Daisy had envisioned our first anal fuck after seventeen years as something deeply romantic, a soft mélange of kisses and gentle thrusts, asshole and cock melded together while I kissed, sucked and bit the globes of hard-tipped breasts. But this was nothing like that. This was a naked hunger to fuck her in the ass; a hunger she felt every bit as much as I did.

I lubed my cock and squatted above her, my feet either side of Daisy's bended knees, my glistening cock poised above the slick entrance to her ass. Then I reached down and took her breasts in my hands, loving the way the big globes overflowed my fingers.

"Please, Alan... please!" she begged, so intense was her desire.

I took hold of my cock and worked the head slowly and firmly against the tightness of her sphincter until it gave way under the pressure and I slid into her asshole. Daisy's breath hitched and I waited for her to relax before lowering my hips. She sighed softly and I knew she was ready.

The sensation of sliding my cock into Daisy's slippery, lube-filled ass was exquisite. As much as I loved fucking the tightness of Teresa's asshole, this was more intense because my heart was thumping in my chest, my body trembling with emotion, my stomach fluttering. Seventeen years disappeared in an instant and I was once again fucking the ass of my soulmate, the woman I had loved and lost and now found again.

Daisy felt the same way because she suddenly blurted, "Oh God, Alan, that feels so wonderful. I've missed you so much," and turned her head to look at me, her eyes filled with concern she had said too much, too soon.

I leaned down and kissed her shoulder, flexing the length of my cock in her back passage. "It feels beyond wonderful," I whispered against her ear. "And now I've found you I have no intention of letting you go ever again..."

"Neither has my asshole," Daisy giggled and raised her hips, the movement driving the head of my cock into the depths of her bowels.

In that moment, the only emotion that meant anything to either of us was pure lust. I reluctantly stopped caressing Daisy's breasts because I needed to satisfy our mutual desire and that meant bracing myself and flexing my legs. The movement lifted my hips so my cock slid back along her rectal walls until only the head was still gripped by her sphincter, then I sank my prick back into the slippery hole with the full force of my lower body until my balls slapped against the wet lips of her cunt. My grunt with the effort of forcing every inch of my cock into her back passage was answered by Daisy's gasp of satisfaction as she ground her buttocks against my groin, working the head of my cock into the heat of her bowels to heighten her pleasure in being thoroughly buggered.

Time and again I raised and lowered my hips, thrusting my cock into Daisy's upturned ass. Judging by her moans and shudders I knew she was stroking her clit at the same time as my cock pistoned back and forth in her rectum and I filled my senses with the rich smell of the liquid heat of her cunt cream as well as the heady scent of the depths of her ass. Glancing down, I saw my cock was slick with a mix of lube, cum and her anal oils, a sight so erotic I knew it would only be seconds before I climaxed.

My cum boiling in my balls, I fucked Daisy's ass like a man possessed. She absorbed every thrust, her whole body trembling, moaning so loudly as she started to climax there was no chance of hiding what I was doing to her from Teresa and Matthew upstairs. The intensity of her orgasm made Daisy's asshole clamp tight round my cock, drawing the cum inexorably from my balls as if I was being milked by a velvet glove.

Suddenly Daisy cried out. "Alan! I want to taste it. Come in my mouth!"

I pulled my cock from her ass and moved forward so my groin was level with her face. Gripping my cock in my hand I stroked myself hard as I threaded my fingers in Daisy's hair and pulled her suckling mouth onto my prick. Her lips were soft and wet; the suction more than I could withstand. Hot cum gushed from the head of my slippery cock into Daisy's throat, a climax so intense I could hardly breathe, my hips jerking as I poured out the contents of my balls. Daisy swallowed the slippery mass greedily, intensely turned on by my cock smelling and tasting of the inside of her ass.

Only when my orgasm finally ebbed could I speak.

"Oh god, Daisy, that was amazing."

"My pleasure," she said with a soft smile, licking the last drips of cum from the head of my cock.

I climbed off the sofa and held out my hand to help her stand. Her dress was bunched round her waist, a little trail of cum and lube dripped down the inside of her thighs. She took my hand and led the way upstairs. I followed, my cock still half-erect.

On the landing, Daisy was about to walk past Matthew's bedroom door when I stopped her, reaching for the doorknob. Daisy smiled as I opened it carefully.

Teresa was lying face-down across Matthew's bed, fast asleep. Matthew was lying on top of her, his hands cuddling her head, also fast asleep. Both of them were naked and Daisy and I could clearly see Matthew's cock was buried deep in my daughter's asshole. I suspected they had both fallen asleep as soon as he climaxed.

Daisy looked troubled as I closed the door softly. "I expected him to like doing that because I love it so much," she said. "But Teresa's so young!"

I chose my words carefully, not wanting to reveal it was me who introduced my daughter to being buggered and now fucked her ass on a daily basis. "I doubt she took much persuading," I whispered as we walked through to Daisy's en-suite bathroom. "She has my passionate nature."

"Yes, but ‒ " Daisy started to say and I shushed her with a kiss.

"No 'yes but's'" I said. "Come to bed so we can fall asleep the same way."

Daisy gave me a sweet little smile as she reached behind her for the zip of her dress.

"That sounds nice," she said.

"Damn right," I said and kissed her again softly.

Seven

Several days later I was in bed, sound asleep, when the phone rang. I opened one eye and squinted at the digital clock on the nightstand. The numerals read 1.37am.

I levered myself up onto one arm and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Alan? It's Daisy."

I sat up, suddenly awake. My heart was pounding. "Is everything alright? Has something happened?"

"Oh absolutely not," she said, sounding almost guilty. "Everything's fine."

"Daisy? Where are you?

"I'm outside your apartment building. Sitting in my car."

"I see," I said. Then my half-asleep brain registered what she'd said.

"You are? Why?"

"I wanted to see you," she said. She paused for a moment. "It's raining so I made sure to wear my full-length raincoat. And shoes with five inch high heels so my feet stay dry."

For a moment I wondered if Daisy had been drinking. We were discussing coats and footwear at half one in the morning...?

"Err - that sounds very sensible," I said. "You wouldn't want to get wet."

"Alan... The coat and heels are all I'm wearing," she said in a soft voice and my cock went from dormant to painfully hard in about two seconds.

"Well, I don't think you should be outside running the risk of catching a chill," I said. "In fact, it sounds like you need something stiff and warm inside you to make sure you don't."

"You're sweet for wanting to take care of me," she said, her smoky voice curling round the base of my spine and making my balls tingle.

"Daisy, you're still in the car. Why...?"

"I'm just freshening my makeup," she said. "And making sure the buttplug I pushed into my bum stays in place when I walk."

I let out a soft moan of desire. "Daisy... You and that buttplug better get up here. Right. Bloody. Now," I said and her phone clicked off.

Moments later, divested from the coat and totally naked except for the pumps with the five inch heels on her feet, Daisy was lying back on my bed. She was cupping the globes of her breasts in her hands and suckling her own nipples, first one and then the other, her teeth closing round the stiff tips and dragging them out from the surrounding flesh.

I was lying with my face between her wide-spread legs, her thighs hooked over my shoulders, my hands cupping the cheeks of her bum. I was enjoying watching Daisy suck her own breasts at the same time as I was pushing my tongue as far as I could get it into the smoothly shaven opening of her cunt. Her cream slid across my lapping tongue and down my throat like nectar as I swallowed hungrily, my tongue stimulating her spasming pussy walls to produce more.

Daisy did indeed have a large buttplug crammed into her back passage. The thick base stretched her sphincter, her invaded anus sucking it in one moment, trying to push it out the next, both movements undoubtedly stimulating the sensitive nerve ends. As I licked her, I took hold of the plug's base and gently worked it back and forth in her rectum, knowing from her moans of ecstasy and the way she kept pressing her dripping cunt against my mouth she was edging ever closer toward orgasm.

Suddenly Daisy let go her breasts and reached down and put her hands on my head. I thought she wanted to force my tongue deeper inside her pussy as she climaxed but she gently pushed me back. I raised my head and looked up into her face.

"Alan. Fuck me," she gasped.

"Where Daisy?" I said, teasing her.

"You know where. I want your cock in... there."

"You mean in your ass. Do you want to feel my long, hard cock buried in your bowels, Daisy?"

Her face flushed with desire. She nodded, her eyes beseeching me to understand how much she needed to be buggered.

"But I can't, darling girl," I whispered. "There's a very big buttplug filling the tight little hole my cock wants to go in."

"You could pull it out," Daisy said, her voice tremulous with desire. "Very slowly."

"If I did, Daisy, I'd need you to suck it clean so I could put it back in your rectum after I came to keep your asshole stretched open until I'm ready to fuck your ass again."

Daisy's eyes widened. She nodded and her eyes went big and I knew she was both a little shocked and very aroused.

I continued in a soft, reassuring voice. "But at least you won't have to worry about making a mess on the sheets because I'll suck all my creamy spunk out of your asshole after I've filled it to overflowing. I like doing that."

"Oh God, I know you do," Daisy mewled and closed her eyes. I could see her chest heaving. Just the thought of being felched brought her to the edge and it took only the lightest licks of my tongue across the stiff bud of her clit for her to arch her hips up and cry out, her whole body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm.

I watched her come and then, as her breathing slowed, kept her close to boiling point by taking hold of the buttplug and sliding it slowly from her rectum. I wondered if she thought I was kidding when I said I wanted her to suck it clean but I called her bluff. I brought the slippery object up to her lips and she opened her mouth willingly, licking her tongue all over the surface and then sucking it between her lips. When I was ready, I took it out of her mouth and set it carefully on the nightstand so I could push it back into her anus when we finished. Then I stretched out on top of her, my lips meeting hers in a hungry kiss. I could taste her ass on her lips and it made me hornier than ever.

I rolled Daisy onto her side, pulling her ass back into my groin. She was still wearing the pumps with five inch heels and it looked truly erotic when she hooked her thigh over mine, opening the cheeks of her ass in invitation. I grabbed the lube sitting on my nightstand and squirted some over the shaft of my cock, then pushed the nozzle past her anus and gave the bottle a good squeeze. We were both ready to go and I reached down and took hold of my cock, positioning it on the entrance to her ass. She gave a soft moan as I eased my hips forward, the movement working my cock into her welcoming rectum. Both of us sighed with pleasure at the tight heat of her back passage expanding to accommodate the engorged head of my extremely hard cock.

I slid my hand into the depths of her cleavage and cupped one of her big breasts. Then I leaned forward so I could suckle the hard tip of the nipple at the same time as I started to thrust my cock back and forth in the slippery depths of Daisy's asshole. The sensation was amazing: every inch of my cock enveloped by slick heat, her rectal muscles tightening and relaxing as I fucked in and out, each time working my glans deeper into her bowels.

Daisy cradled her breast in the crook of her arm as she reached down between her legs, her fingers stroking the erect bud of her clit. She masturbated herself in time with my thrusts into her ass, pausing every now and then to stroke a finger into the depths of her cunt to use the abundant cream streaming from the opening to lube the tiny organ and heighten her pleasure. The bed rocked every time I drove my prick home and I knew there was no way my daughter Teresa could sleep through such a frenzied fuck.

Daisy started to buck her hips, driving her ass back hard against my prick, grinding the head deep in the depths of her bowels. She was about to come and I felt the familiar buzzing in my balls which meant I was just as close. Letting go her breast, I slid my hands down and curved them over both her thighs, lifting her whole body as I rolled over onto my back so Daisy was lying full-length face-up on top of me. Daisy responded by bracing her hands either side of my waist and opening her legs wide, enabling me to lift her bodily up and down so she could take my cock even deeper into her asshole, the plump cheeks of her buttocks absorbing my every upward thrust.

No way could I hold back the flood of spunk boiling in my balls, no more than she could delay her orgasm. She tightened her wide-stretched anal sphincter round the base of my cock and ground her bum hard against my groin, her whole body shaking as she climaxed. I arched my back up, pleasure bursting deep in my belly, pumping out jet after jet of cum into her beautiful backside until I had no more to give. We were replete, totally satiated, my cock still buried in the warmth of her rectum as we turned back on our sides and I slid my arm round her body pulling her close as our lips met. A moment later I heard her breathing slowing and she fell asleep. Deliriously happy to have this gorgeous woman lying in my bed, I was about to join her but needed to spend a few moments thinking about the dilemma I was in...

*

As much as I enjoyed buggering Daisy whenever she developed a craving for my cock in her ass which was, thankfully, surprisingly often, I would soon have to cope with my seriously pissed off teenage daughter if I failed to arrange for Daisy's son Matthew to enjoy the same pleasure with his mother.

And I was also looking for the right opportunity to tell Daisy I was having an intense incestuous relationship with my daughter. When she found out, hopefully after she had been fucked and buggered by Matthew, I had no doubt my rekindled love affair with Daisy would benefit. Mainly because I was sure she would find the idea of the four of us in the same bed extremely appealing, with two strong male cocks available to service whichever of hers and Teresa's holes needed filling, either singly or both at the same time.

I fell asleep with some wonderfully erotic visions filling my mind and woke the next morning to find one of them coming true. I was laying on my back, naked, my cock being licked and sucked very skillfully by a warm, wet mouth. I assumed it was Daisy doing the sucking and closed my eyes, a sigh of satisfaction escaping from deep in my chest, especially when the lips sliding up and down the shaft of my cock slid very slowly further and further down until the head was buried in a welcoming throat.

The thought flashed through my mind I had not had time to wash before falling asleep and my cock would taste of the inside of Daisy's deeply plundered bowels, but as it was her doing the sucking and the first time we'd made love after our reunion I had buggered her and obeyed her entreaties to spurt my cum in her mouth when I climaxed, it hardly seemed to matter. And, anyway, the waves of sensation building up in my balls felt just too wonderful for me to think of anything other than I was about to come and come big.

I reached down and threaded my hands in my lover's hair, bucked my hips up to force as much of my cock into her mouth as I could, held her head in place so her mouth enveloped me and climaxed, hot liquid surging up the shaft I heard her gulp down, snatch a breath, and then swallow more. My orgasm seemed to go on forever, spasms of pleasure making my whole body tremble, until I was drained.

A moment later a soft body settled on top of me and a mouth sought mine: I opened my lips to the kiss and a thick dollop of salty sperm trickled into my mouth which I swallowed, savoring the taste of my own ejaculate. Only one lover did that for her own enjoyment and I opened my eyes and said, "Good morning, darling," to my daughter.

"Hello Daddy," she said with a little smile on her face. "Judging by the flavor of your cock, you got lucky last night...?"

"Oh, yeah," I said with a cocky, purely male grin. "Daisy rang from downstairs saying she needed to see me. She was wearing a raincoat and black, five inch heels."

"Very fashionable," Teresa said, smiling. Anything else?"

"A perfectly shaven mons and a buttplug jammed into her asshole."

"Ooo, that sounds kinky..."

"I guess. But not as kinky as the nasty man who made her suck it clean when he took it out so he could fuck her gorgeous backside."

"Daddy! Not you, surely...?"

"I'm afraid so, sweetheart."

"And how many times did you come in her gorgeous bum? I mean just to make sure it was absolutely, thoroughly fucked to her satisfaction?"

"Three."

"And now you've just come again which makes four. Not a lot left for me, I suppose," Teresa whispered, her pretty eyes twinkling. And that, of course, meant I had to prove to her how wrong she was for the next couple of hours as she rocked and moaned in my arms, my cock flooding her creamy pussy, and then, with her sprawled out beneath me, pounding her into the bed as I fucked her beautiful bum.

Later, after shaving and showering, I made fresh ground coffee which tasted wonderful. Teresa sat opposite me eating cereal with chopped up banana, sharing the Saturday paper. She was wearing a white cotton high neck blouse and blue jeans, a delicious combination as the tight denim perfectly outlined her butt and I was able to see the pink tips of her breasts through her sheer blouse. On the table was a note from Daisy I found stuck to the fridge which said, 'Call me!' which I intended to do to see if she would like to have dinner together.

I was about to reach for the coffee pot when Teresa suddenly said, "I'm glad you've found each other again."

I looked across at my daughter. "Are you?" I asked, wanting the reassurance Teresa didn't feel second best.

"Yes. Daisy is really nice and a very sexy lady. Also she's Matthew's mum, which helps."

"Well I just hope you don't break up with him," I said with mock seriousness. "I'd have to drop her like a stone..."

"Dad! You wouldn't!" Teresa said, shocked.

"No, of course not," I said. And then I paused for a minute and added, "But I can't see Matthew getting lucky with her any time soon."

"Oh leave that to me," Teresa said, smiling conspiratorially. "Just take her somewhere romantic for dinner tonight and make sure she's ready for some hot, sweaty sex. Okay?"

"Now that I can definitely do..." I said and smiled.

Eight

It was raining that evening when Daisy and I left the restaurant, looking for a taxi. Rain in London is either truly miserable or simply wonderful if you're standing under a big umbrella with a beautiful, sexy woman.

Standing waiting for a taxi, Daisy snuggled up against me, the warmth of a big breast pressed against my arm. I found myself looking forward eagerly to whatever Teresa had planned. Her instruction was to arrive with Daisy sexed-up, which meant surreptitious heavy petting as soon as we were settled in the back of the cab.

"I love being with you," I said, cupping Daisy's cheek in my hand so I could tilt her face toward me. Her lips were moist, inviting, and they opened to suck in my tongue the moment our mouths met. I kissed her hard and Daisy's neck arched back as I broke the kiss to trail tiny nips and licks down her throat. I moved my hand down to cup her full breast through the thin cotton of her dress and heard a sigh, a soft, sexy sound that sent a shiver down my spine and made my cock achingly stiff.

Enjoying the way the cab driver cast furtive looks at us in his rear view mirror, I slid my hand down to caress the soft smoothness of Daisy's thigh, encouraging her to open her legs. She did and I stroked my fingers up her bare thighs to the sweet slit of her cunt to find it wet with her cream. One finger sliding into the opening seemed a little meager so I added another, stroking the walls of her pussy, my thumb rolling the bud of her clit. I wanted her to be so aroused she forgot where we were and I knew that was happening when her fingers settled over my cock and she started to squeeze the swollen shaft in rhythm with the fucking of my fingers in her cunt.

Not surprisingly we were both close to coming and Daisy groaned softly with disappointment when the cab suddenly pulled up outside my apartment block. I expected the driver to find an excuse to turn so he could catch a glimpse of Daisy's finger-filled pussy but he didn't: he looked straight ahead and gave me a very male grin in the rear view mirror. I grinned back because I knew he envied me what Daisy's voluptuous body had to offer.

Teresa had told me to bring Daisy home ready to be fucked: judging by the look in her eyes, her breasts rising and falling in passion and the scent of her hot cunt cream filling the cab, I had more than succeeded. The only problem was my cock ached for the touch of her fingers and my mouth hungered for a sweet, creamy dessert so I was delighted when she grabbed my arm and led the way across to the lobby to the stairs up to my apartment rather than taking the elevator.

The fire door had barely closed when Daisy and I were in a torrid clinch, my hands cupping the globes of her ass through the floral dress, pulling her against my erection. I could feel the swell of her mons and felt the touch of her fingers as she reached for me, stroking my throbbing cock as our tongues intertwined. I was close to coming and the thought of her naked breasts, her pink nipples, the way she wriggled her bum in my hands, brought me near to exploding in a fierce orgasm, wasted if my cum filled my pants and not her mouth, the depths of her ass, or spurted out over the slopes of her creamy breasts. I had to take back control and so got to my knees, ignoring Daisy's whimper of frustration as my mouth left hers.

Cameras survey every entrance, exit, stairway and corridor of the building I live in. I was totally sure someone, somewhere, was watching the surveillance film as I lifted the skirt of Daisy's dress round her waist and held it up as I buried my face between her legs. Daisy moaned with delight and rested her hands on my head, opening her legs so my questing tongue could reach as far as it could inside the creamy entrance to her cunt. I licked around and over her clit, reaching up with my fingers to hold open the pink, puffy lips of her labia so I could thrust my tongue deep into the dripping wet opening to stimulate the walls to produce even more delicious cream.

And then I heard her gasp. "Oh Alan... I'm going to... oh... YESSS!" and she breathed out a long, slow, ecstatic sigh as she climaxed, a flood of her honeyed cream pouring into my mouth and down my throat. I suckled at her sex, greedy for every drop, hearing her panting above me, feeling her legs trembling against my chest at the force of her orgasm.

I got to my feet and saw Daisy eyes were closed, a little smile on her face. She leaned close and whispered in my ear, "You haven't come yet," and licked her tongue across my lips so she could taste herself, her fingers once more closing round the shaft of my cock.

I did my best to obey Teresa's instructions about holding back, I really did. But when Daisy unzipped my pants, reached inside for my cock and curled her cool fingers round the throbbing shaft, I was too far gone to resist. I put my hand over hers and she released me, knowing exactly what I wanted her to do.

Daisy got to her knees, her beautiful eyes meeting mine as I glanced down at her creamy cleavage. She flattened her hands against my thighs, licking her lips slowly and watching in fascination as I stroked myself, my strokes speeding up as I neared orgasm. Drops of precum oozed from the tip of my swollen prick onto the slopes of her breasts and she smoothed them between her breasts with her fingertips.

"Are you going to come for me, Alan?" she said, looking up at me, her voice hoarse with lust. "Are you going to spurt your come into my mouth? I hope there's a lot because I love the taste of your sperm as it slides down my throat like a hot, thick, creamy dessert..."

"Oh... Daisy..." I groaned, so turned on by her voice and the sight of my cum glistening on the slopes of her breasts there was no way I could hold back any longer.

She surprised me, as the best lovers do. Instead of drawing my cock deep into her throat she ovaled her lips lightly round the head and let me masturbate myself into her mouth, gushes of hot cum bursting from the tip of my prick and hitting the back of her throat. Eventually she had to swallow but moved her head back just a little so I could still rest my spurting cock on her tongue, then she enveloped the sensitive glans once more, hungry for every drop I had to give her.

At last my orgasm ebbed and my cock slid from between her lips. She stood up and our mouths met once more so I could taste my own ejaculate on her tongue.

Then she broke the kiss and whispered, her eyes shining, "Would you like to fuck my ass? Here? Now?"

Believe me, the prospect was beyond tempting. But I had Teresa's instructions in mind and said softly, "Upstairs. On my bed, with you stretched out naked beneath me, my hands filled with your breasts, our mouths locked together, my cock buried in your gorgeous ass."

I felt Daisy shiver with lust and I led the way quickly to my apartment.

*

Matthew was spending the evening with Teresa while Daisy and I had been out for dinner so when I opened the door I found my daughter and her boyfriend sitting on the sofa watching a movie, Teresa lying with her head in Matthew's lap. From the look on Matthew's face I guessed she had just made him an incredibly happy boyfriend and I smiled when she winked at me as she sat up and said, "Hello, you two. Did you have an enjoyable time?"

"Mmm, lovely," Daisy said and reached across to kiss my cheek.

"Coffee?" Teresa called, already walking into the kitchen.

"Please," Daisy said and sat on the sofa next to her son to smile at him and then at me. There was no way Matthew could miss the flush in his mother's cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of her voluptuous breasts, the warm scent of her arousal, as if she wanted him to share in her pleasure in rediscovering she was a desirable woman.

The tray had already been set because Teresa walked in with a cafetière and mugs within a minute. Daisy scooted over so Teresa could sit between her and Matthew and I sat opposite, idly watching the movie on the TV for a moment, realizing it was 'Sleepless in Seattle," one of Teresa's favorites.

Teresa poured the coffee and passed one to Daisy and then one across to me. I caught a scent of something expensive and said, "What's that you're wearing? Is it new?"

"Grandmaman sent me a tester to try. She said if I liked it she'd buy me some for my birthday."

"Ooo, can I smell?" Daisy asked, wanting to share something with Teresa, knowing the special place my daughter occupies in my life.

"Yes, please," Teresa said. "I never know if a scent works on my skin," and went to get the perfume. She returned a moment later. "Okay," she said and waved her wrist lightly under Daisy's nose.

"Oh god, that's gorgeous," Daisy said. "It must cost a fortune."

"Her grandmother's worth a fortune," I said with a wry smile. "Believe me, she can afford it."

"Now you try," Teresa said and put the scent on Daisy's wrist. Daisy closed her eyes in rapture as she waited a moment for the fragrance to warm up and then waved her wrist under her nose, delighting in the scent's top notes and deeper musk.

"Okay, Dad, close your eyes," Teresa said, her eyes twinkling at me. "Let's see what you think."

I sensed a movement behind my chair and then a hand snaked slowly across my shoulder and slid under my chin.

"Wonderful," I said, my senses tingling.

"Oh that's no good," Teresa said from behind me in mock annoyance and I opened my eyes. "I bet you can't tell the difference between when I'm wearing it and when Daisy is. It's all to do with how the skin reacts. Every woman's skin reacts differently."

"Alright," I said firmly. "But I want a better test than that. Perfume is designed to gently arouse and inflame a man's ardor. So I'll close my eyes again and decide who the scent suits best as it's gently wafted under my nose while I'm being kissed by both of you. Is that fair? Oh and you have to give Matthew the same test so I can't be accused of favoritism."

Teresa nodded and I saw a second's hesitation in Daisy's eyes. Then she smiled at her son who grinned happily at her and she said, "Deal."

I closed my eyes and the hand returned. I inhaled and felt the soft touch of lips against mine, just briefly and then gone. A moment later another hand touched me and another set of lips touched mine. Both kisses felt so similar it was impossible to tell Teresa and Daisy apart.

"That's it?" I said, opening my eyes. "One brief kiss and a whiff of a wrist and I'm supposed to decide? Sorry, my ardor was not inflamed in the slightest..."

"And I didn't get my turn yet," Matthew said with a cheeky grin.

"So what do you want?" Teresa asked.

Suddenly the moment was there for all of us.

"The scent that rises from the silky smoothness of a woman's breast when she touches your lips with her nipple," I said.

Teresa turned and looked at Daisy. "Alright," my daughter said. "But only if Daisy does it too."

"Oh," she said, hesitating for a moment with embarrassment. Then she said, "Okay," smiling, her eyes bright. She turned to Matthew and added in a soft voice, "Is that alright with you, darling?"

"God, is it ever," Matthew said and smiled shyly.

"Okay, I'm ready," I said and closed my eyes. I heard the sound of clothing being loosened and a moment later a sweet, taut-tipped nipple touched my lips and I kissed it softly, inhaling the warm, fragrant skin of the surrounding breast. I knew immediately whose it was because the skin tasted of my cum.

"Now that smells wonderful," I said and meant it.

"Keep those eyes closed," Daisy said in a firm voice.

Another moment and another nipple touched my lips. The nipple tip was smaller and again I knew whose it was but said nothing as I put out my tongue and licked softly back and forth over the engorged flesh. I heard a soft sigh and knew Daisy was turned on by seeing me licking my daughter's nipple.

"Okay," Teresa said in a soft voice. "Now it's Matthew's turn."

I opened my eyes and saw Teresa had slipped off her white cotton high-neck blouse and was wearing only her jeans. On the sofa, Daisy was sitting with the top of her dress pulled down, her breasts exposed, the heavy globes rising and falling as she breathed hard from sexual excitement. She glanced at Teresa and I, then turned to her son who was sitting with his eyes closed, his erection very obvious against his tight jeans.

I reached out and slid my hand round Teresa's hip, pulling her onto my lap as Daisy stood up and settled herself on Matthew's lap, her mons making contact with the base of Matthew's prick. She cupped her breast in her hand and lifted it to Matthew's mouth, moaning with pleasure as he opened his mouth and closed his lips round the taut tip, suckling the sweet flesh. My eyes met Teresa's and she gave me a little conspiratorial wink.

We watched as Matthew slid his hands up the outside of his mother's thighs, hooking the skirt of her dress with his thumbs to push it up. When his fingertips reached the dimples of her ass she lifted herself so he could bunch the dress at her waist, baring her voluptuous backside. Taught well by Teresa, he turned his hands downward, gripped the plump globes in his fingers and spread them apart, exposing the tiny pucker of his mother's asshole. Daisy squirmed with delight when he reached down to dip his middle finger in the cream flowing from her cunt and then worked the tip into her anus, pushing deep until his finger was buried to the knuckle.

If Daisy knew Teresa had set up the whole scenario she was too far gone with arousal to care. She squirmed her body back enough to unbuckle her son's jeans and slide his zipper down, easing his cock free. She let out a soft moan of delight when she saw he had a lot to be proud of in length and thickness. Nursing him to her breast, feeling his finger sliding in and out of her asshole, Daisy turned her head and gave me a sweet little smile then nodded at Teresa. "Go on," she said. "You know you want to... and I want to watch."

Her eyes meeting mine, Daisy reached down to take hold of Matthew's extremely hard prick and positioned it on the entrance to her cunt. Then she took possession of his mouth with a passionate kiss and slowly sank down until every inch of her son's prick was buried deep in her body. Matthew let out a groan of bliss, echoed deep in her chest by his mother who squirmed herself even lower onto his lap as if she wanted to envelop his balls as well into her wide-stretched sex. Mesmerized by the sight of Daisy being fucked by her son I hardly registered Teresa's anus was slick with lube when she turned her back to me, slid her jeans off her hips, reached behind her for my cock and slowly pushed her bum back until I was buried to the hilt in her back passage.

A mother fucking her son, a father buggering his daughter, the four of us were lost in sexual pleasure so intense the air in my living room crackled with sexual electricity, the sight, sound and smells of incestuous sex more arousing than anything I had ever experienced. And I could tell Teresa felt the same way because her fingers were pushed so far into her cunt I could feel them stroking the head of my cock as it slid back and forth, each strong inward thrust sinking deep into her bowels.

The erotic possibilities opened up by Daisy's enthusiasm in giving her son what he longed for were endless. I had no doubt the four of us would shortly fulfill my fantasy of occupying the same bed, Daisy and Teresa begging Matthew and I to fuck and bugger them both until our balls were drained dry.

More than anything I wanted to test Daisy's new-found delight in incest by watching her son fuck his cock into her ass and then slide mine in alongside his, stretching her rectum to its limits. I wanted to feel Daisy's lips close round my cock, sucking avidly to savor the taste of her own asshole as I withdrew in mid-stroke and fed my spurting shaft into her suckling mouth. And I wanted Daisy to be looking deep into my eyes as I buggered first my beautiful daughter and then her, going from one asshole to the other as she and Teresa kissed each other passionately, Daisy looking forward to sucking my sperm from Teresa's gaping asshole.

What the future would hold for the four of us only time would tell. But one thing was certain. I had found a long-lost love and my feelings for Daisy, who was so willingly sharing my pleasure in incestuous sex as she bucked and shivered in orgasm on her son's lap, Matthew crying out as he arched his hips up and filled his mother's pussy to overflowing with his cum, were even stronger now than they were all those years ago when I first fell in love with her.

End.