Daughter's Girlfriend

I never imagined loneliness could whisper so loudly in a quiet house.

Soon after Claire and I divorced 5 years ago the silence crept in like a fog and lingered.

Normally it's peaceful, other times, when our daughter Lena isn't around, it gnaws at the edges of my thoughts.

Lena chose to live with me after the split, she was angry at her mom for being unfaithful and allowing such an arrogant young man to break up our family.

Lena's been my anchor, though lately she's been floating further into her own world. She's blossomed into a very attractive, independent young woman, so much like her mom when we met, hopefully she'll stay shy like me and not become as wild and promiscuous as her mother.

18 now, off to college soon and I can feel the days slipping through my fingers like sand.

Soon the house will be all that much more silent and I'll be alone with only my thoughts.

That Friday night, Lena had invited her best friend, Aleta, over for one of their usual sleepovers.

Aleta's a few months older, they met in middle school, inseparable ever since. Since Claire left, Aleta's been very much a part of our family.

I'd always seen her as Lena's second shadow, a bubbly one, loud laugh, clever wit, the sort of presence that fills a room.

Recently she too has developed into an alluring young gal, she not only dresses provocatively, she's become wilder, quite flirtatious.

I tease her that she has a fiery attitude to match her red hair.

They burst through the front door around six with an enthusiastic energy, arms full of snacks, Aleta holding a six pack, Lena a bottle of wine.

Aleta in a buttoned blouse, and frayed cut-offs.

Lena a snug, old concert t-shirt, obvious no bra and tight blue jeans.

I was standing in front of the oven with huge mitts on, about to take out the lasagna.

Lena was mid conversation with Aleta about some guy's post on Instagram, she put her bag on the counter and gave me a hug.

Aleta flashed me a warm smile, her eyes seemed more mischievous than usual, making me curious as to what they had been up to.

My eyes lingered just a beat longer on her exposed cleavage and Aleta caught my gaze, smiled. Puffing out her chest provocatively flipping her crimson locks behind her shoulder by combing her fingers through it.

She'd let it grow it out this year, wavy, voluminous, wild in a way that suited her.

"Smells good in here." She said as she brushed past me, bent over to put the beer in the fridge.

I glanced over and I was sure she held her pose purposely for me to view, her puffy round cheek bottoms exposed below the hem of her Daisy Dukes. Only the frayed white threads obscuring a full view of her crotch gap.

I asked them to set the table as I pulled the pasta from the oven.

We sat down to dinner together.

I listened to their normal chatter while eating.

Lena was texting under the table.

Aleta, on the other hand, was fully present, she asked about my work, even laughed at a dry dad joke I made.

I asked which classes she would be taking this fall.

Not just her appearance had changed in the past couple months, her demeaner was more relaxed, her laugh was lower, smoother.

She was becoming a young woman, no longer that boisterous kid that was my daughter's shadow.

I found myself having lewd thoughts about her as an exciting young woman.

We were pretty much done eating, so I asked in typical dad mode.

"What dastardly deeds have you two conjured up?"

Aleta grinned, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"High school's almost done, a shit ton of studying next week, writing finals, then party hard over summer before college in the fall."

I stood with my plate, gathered theirs.

"Good, get it out of your system this summer, so there's no need for partying in college, right?"

I set the plates on the counter.

"I was actually curious what you're scheming for tonight."

Lena set down her phone, gathered the condiments, swayed her body in a seductive way across to the counter.

"We're adults now Daddy, we're gonna drink beer, watch a movie and talk about hot college MEN."

She wiggled her eyebrows at Aleta when emphasizing men.

I filled the dishwasher, pretending not to be concerned about how quickly these girls were becoming adults.

Lena pulled a beer from the fridge, retreated upstairs, mumbling something about Facetiming her boyfriend.

I grabbed 2 beers, handed one to Aleta, followed her into the Livingroom, my eyes watching that fine ass sway.

Aleta picked up the T. V. remote, flopping into the sofa, flipping through movie previews.

I debated whether to join her or call it a night.

Maybe it was because she brought some energy into the empty house.

Maybe it was the way she smiled at me, like she wasn't a guest, but someone who belonged on our sofa.

Maybe it was my lecherous thoughts, I don't exactly know why but I decided to also sit down on the sofa.

Lena returned soon after and we ended up sharing the beer and the snacks, watching a movie, some mindless action flick she picked.

That movie done we took a quick break, Lena got the wine, Aleta chose a new movie I went to the bathroom.

Sometime during the movie, while pouring wine or choosing a snack, Aleta had gotten a little closer. Her legs curled onto the sofa her toes occasionally wiggled against my thigh.

Lena pulled Aleta's feet across me, laid them on her lap, and began massaging, Aleta let out an appreciative moan, her left knee fell outward, knees offset.

I was staring down at her smooth white inner thighs, open on my lap, I had no place safe to put my hands.

My heart raced, I interlocked my fingers behind my head, Lena was now caressing both Aleta's calf muscles and occasionally behind her knees.

Aleta's eyes closed and she intermittently emitted a low sigh or moan as Lena continued her caressing.

I was sure the scent filling my nostrils was Aleta's feminine secretions as I suspect my daughter's massaging aroused her.

Lena's phone chimed, she hastily set aside Aleta's feet, causing a disgruntled groan from Aleta and a sigh of relief from me, as I could now move.

Lena took her phone and trotted to her room.

Aleta and I exchanged quiet commentary, the conversation wandered from movies to books, dreams, and regrets.

I found myself confiding to her about a novel I tried to write.

Aleta twisted to me, in a manner that showed me she was greatly interested and queried.

"What were you writing about and why'd you stop?"

At some point she'd undone another button on her blouse, revealing an ample amount of cleavage and the lacy edge of a black bra.

Lifting my eyes to hers, I replied.

"I was writing about my life, a young man barely out of school, negotiating work, marriage and a sweet newborn girl."

She smiled.

"That's nice, why'd you stop?"

I smiled.

"Life," raising my eyebrows pursing my lips.

Negotiating work, marriage, and a growing little girl, I didn't have time to write about it."

I took a deep breath.

"Then divorce, single parent, I had the time, but no longer the desire."

I noticed the way she leaned in when listening, or was she leaning to tempt me as I always checked out her chest.

"That's not a good enough excuse."

I laughed, unsure how to respond.

"You didn't MAKE the time, Lena said you were always there for her, even when her mom was somewhere else."

I watched her lips as she spoke, how her eyes didn't waver even when she struck that nerve.

"Aleta confided with me, her mom often cheated, you forgave her and tried to make your family work. Claire stole your happiness and your 'life' story, didn't she?"

There was an easiness about her that disarmed me, a confidence I never noticed before.

What I truly noticed was the way her gaze lingered and her body language was provocative.

I was looking at her as a woman not a young girl.

Then she said softly, as she touched my hand.

"You're not at all like most dads."

I inhaled deeply, blinked, grinned.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

She shrugged, showed her playful smile.

"Definitely different, most dad's wouldn't change their lives to raise a child."

Lena's fingers had been massaging my hand, her eyes sultry, I felt she might be attempting to seduce me.

I cleared my throat and stood, feigning a stretch.

"Well, we should probably call it a night."

She had a disappointed appearance but nodded.

"Yeah, totally. Do you have a spare phone charger I could borrow, I forgot to bring mine and my phone's almost dead."

"Sure, I have an extra in my bedroom."

She followed me, sat on the bed as I rummaged for it.

My thoughts went to that dark place, this sexy, aroused young girl, who'd been flirting all evening was sitting on my bed, most likely hoping for me to make a move.

"You always this neat?"

She teased, scanning my room and the scattered clothes.

I replied.

"Some habits don't die with marriage."

Lena replied.

"Sadly, the most important habits often get ignored."

Instantly regretting the mention of my ex as I turned and held out the charger, seeing the lustful way she was peering at me.

She took the charger and with a very lascivious expression.

"You've lost so much happiness, Lena talks about you, but... "

She stopped, lowered her gaze.

"But what?" I asked, curious, looking down her blouse, her creamy thighs wide, my mind battling, do or don't.

She gave me a small smile.

"Nothing, just thanks," she held up the charger, stood, "Uh, good night."

She stopped at the doorway, turned sideways, one hand on the doorframe as if she rehearsed this provocative profile pose. I stared at her sexy, silhouetted form, backlit by the hallway light.

Her mouth opened as if about to tell me, again she shook her head and walked away.

I closed the door softly and sat on the edge of my bed, heart racing, mind reeling. The libidinous notions I had weren't concepts I should be entertaining; I scolded myself as I undressed.

I hated where my thoughts had drifted to tonight, she was a child, wasn't she?

Lying in bed, eyes open in the dark, I couldn't shake the feeling that something between us had shifted.

That line that shouldn't be crossed now seemed barely perceptible and I wasn't sure who had diminished it.

***

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the blinds like judgment.

I hadn't slept well, my mind was a storm of guilt, self reprimand, and confusion.

I kept telling myself I hadn't done anything wrong, technically I hadn't, but that didn't erase the unease crawling under my skin from my promiscuous thoughts.

I followed the smell of coffee down the hall to the kitchen.

Aleta leaning against the kitchen island, sipping coffee from one of my mugs like she lived here.

Her curly crimson mane was tied up, a few loose strands framing her face.

"Morning," she said brightly.

"Morning." Smiling back.

She was wearing one of Lena's oversized hoodies, barely covering her ass cheeks, but it made her look 'HOT.'

It also made my mind wonder if that was the only item of clothing she was wearing.

Damn. I need to curtail those thoughts.

"I made coffee, hope that's OK."

"Of course, is it any good?" I chuckled, forcing calm into my voice as I passed her and poured myself a cup.

"Did you sleep OK?" I asked, sitting at the table, sipping slowly.

"Yeah," she smirked.

"Eventually."

She had a very mischievous gaze over her cup as she sipped.

That one word 'eventually' lodged in my chest.

I didn't ask what it meant, I had an inkling she was also wrestling with lewd scenarios, masturbating or, she had sapphic relations with Lena; but I didn't want to confirm that.

We talked lightly for a few minutes.

Everything about the room felt different, like a switch had flipped yesterday and we both knew it but neither of us wanted to admit it aloud.

I mentioned I had a small task I intended to do in the garage, mostly as a distraction because I was struggling with my nasty notions.

Aleta topped up both our cups, eagerly offered to help in the garage.

I should have said no, for some reason the word 'no' didn't seem possible right now.

It would be rude to ask her to go home, I should have insisted she relax, watch TV, or go study but I didn't.

The garage, like my room was also untidy, cluttered with tools, storage containers, a couple old chairs, too many boxes.

I sat on a small stool by the work bench; Aleta leaned against the bench beside me, picked up a screwdriver, and was toying with it.

"I miss this," she said quietly.

I turned my head to look at her.

"A screwdriver." I snickered.

"What do you mean?"

"This safe feeling, someone close caring, you make me feel like someone actually wants to be with me."

Her voice cracked slightly, and I realized this wasn't just flirtation, she was feeling something deeper.

"Lena's the only other person in my life who seems to care about me and my feelings."

There was a noticeable loneliness in her voice, maybe, like me; a need to be seen, to be heard, to be important to someone.

"Aleta, you never completed that sentence last night, what did Lena tell you about me?"

She played with the tool like the answer was in there.

"That you're celibate, you haven't dated since your divorce, we believe it's very unhealthy for an adult to not have sex."

She teasingly ran the screwdriver from her knee up, along her thigh.

"With or without an emotional relationship, sex is paramount in an adults life."

She dropped the screwdriver, bent down facing away from me, the hoodie rose up, her round butt cheeks shone like a full moon.

Also on full display, her puffy mons pubis with thin peeking pink petals, mere inches from my face.

Proving the hoodie was the only item she wore and no doubt the salacious act was intentional no way the tempting episode was accidental.

That familiar feminine aroma wafted into my nostrils.

I froze; my ideas went to that libidinous place again.

I damn near reached out to touch her.

I envisioned running my hands up her sculpted legs, making her moan like Lena did last night, holding her soft mounds and licking that slit. Firm and ravenous, like attempting to get the filling from an Oreo cookie without opening it.

Then with her still bent over, I grab her waist and do her from behind until we both climax. Then scoop her up in my arms, carry her to bed, splay her across the bed, hover between her thighs, her long lithe legs wrap around me as I plunge into her snug, warm pussy and suckle her tits.

Stop it, I silently scold myself, she's Aleta, still too young, always been like a daughter.

Aleta stood up, our eyes connected and an intense electricity shot through the air, an unspoken communication, we both knew what the other was thinking.

I spoke in a low voice, barely above a whisper.

"You know this shouldn't happen."

Her eyes searched mine, I could see she was pouting; she wanted to say something; her quizzical expression spoke volumes.

"Nothing has happened."

Her lips curled into an impish grin, her eyes sparkled.

"YET!"

She pressed her body against me.

"But something dangerous has already brewed, we both sense it."

She lifted the hoodie above her pert mounds, her arms went around my neck, pulled my face to her, my cheek against her warm belly, her aroused aroma was enthralling, enticing.

"Maybe it shouldn't happen but I most certainly want it to, and I believe you do too."

Silence stretched between us, like an overextended rubber band, taut, stretched thin, threatening to snap.

She bent down, hand on either side of my face, she lifted my head, kissed me tentative, soft, and quick.

She moved towards the door into the house, stopped, removed the hoodie.

"It's your move."

She dropped it and slowly twirled.

Gawd she was gorgeous, like a pin-up model, perfect figure, smooth milk white flesh, nice boobs, tiny erect red nipples, crimson pubes neatly trimmed in the shape of a heart.

I remained seated, mesmerized, eyes wide, mouth agape as her naked form disappeared into the house.

My task forgotten, as shame settled over me like dust.

I knew better, I'd always prided myself on being the steady one, the man who didn't act on impulse.

The man who chose logic over desire, maybe that's why my house is hauntingly quiet, and I'm a single dad.

I had to resist the temptation; I struggled for several minutes.

I made my decision; I'd ask her to leave.

I went inside, she was curled up on the couch, naked, scrolling through her phone like nothing had happened.

I held the hoodie, scanned her beguiling body, her nipples were still hard, I almost caved but spoke softly.

"Lena's working until around 4:00, I think it's best if you go and return after she's home."

She looked very disappointed, eyes distant, gave a short nod.

"I didn't mean to make things weird," she said as she took the hoodie.

"I just wanted to make you happy, just two consenting adults having sex, simply for the pure pleasure of it."

"You didn't make it weird."

I lied.

"It's just ... complicated, I think of you as my daughter."

"Yeah, I know you do." she said.

"I just thought you'd react different, I thought we shared a connection."

She trotted to Lena's room, dressed and left without another word.

I watched her walk down the driveway, her fine figure shrinking with every step.

I should have felt relief, but instead, there was an ache in my gut that I couldn't explain, regret, longing, maybe both?

Later that afternoon, Lena came home and ranted about her shift, completely unaware of the tension that had unfolded in her absence.

I nodded at the right times, forced smiles, and tried to keep my focus on my daughter, not on the fantasies with her friend that I squashed but couldn't dismiss.

It was difficult, Aleta kept appearing, not physically, but in my imagination, the way she'd peered at me, seduced me, the honesty in her voice, the temptation of her alluring body.

I knew it was wrong; how could I shut it down permanently?

Late that night, I was in bed scrolling through emails, a notification popped up, a message from Aleta.

'I didn't mean to confuse you.'

'but I don't regret being honest.'

'what I feel is real.'

'I still want you.'

'I hope that doesn't scare you.'

I stared at the screen, heart thudding, knowing the risks, and danger if I reply.

My thumbs hovered over the keyboard like they had a mind of their own.

I typed:

'I've been constantly thinking about you too.'

Before I pressed send, I received a video attachment, with the words.

'I'm thinking about us all the time now.'

I opened the attachment.

Aleta's alluring body was splayed across the bed, her eyes lust filled, her left fingers tugging her tiny red nipple, her right were slipping along her wet, glistening thin labia.

I experienced a sensation of chest tightness, a twinge in my genitals accompanied by an elevated heart rate.

It was as if I could again smell her arousal.

'Aleta, it's wrong, I think of you as a daughter.'

I didn't hit send; I stared at the words for a very long time.

My once stable world had shifted under my feet, and I was sure it was my lewd desire dragging me down.

After staring at the words for what felt like an eternity, I never sent the message, I wasn't looking at her as my daughter, and I hated myself for the lusting feelings I had.

I deleted my message.

I was confident it was the right decision, a rational decision.

Even after deleting it, the words burned into my memory like they had been carved there.

I told myself that if I stayed silent, if I didn't react emotional, then after a few days my thoughts would clear.

A couple days passed, I was wrong. Silence isn't always innocent.

The image of her masturbating wouldn't leave my mind, I didn't need to turn on my phone, every detail was etched in my memory.

Lena mentioned Aleta once or twice, apparently, they'd had a disagreement, something about miscommunications.

I pretended to listen, nodded in the right places, and said all the usual dad things.

"You two will make up soon, all friendships go through rough patches."

A tiny part of me hoped they wouldn't make up; I was still struggling with my decision. The only reason I wanted Aleta to stay away was because I didn't know if I could trust myself with her in close proximity.

Thursday round 7:30 pm, the doorbell rang.

I opened it and there she was, Aleta, in the hoodie again, red eyes full of tears, I couldn't discern, hurt, defiance, fear.

"Is Lena home?" She asked flatly.

"No," I replied.

"She's on a date."

Aleta hesitated.

"Can I wait here?"

I tried to say no, should have told her to go home, to text Lena and come back when she's home, but again the 'no' didn't happen, I stepped aside and let her in.

She pulled off her hoodie, as it lifted her bare belly triggered my desire, she was wearing a tight cotton tee, and it was obvious no bra, her tiny nipples were semi erect.

I scolded myself for my lewd thoughts, the image of her splayed across her bed prevailed.

She walked straight to the living room, settling into the same spot on the couch where we'd sat that night last week, I recalled her scent as my daughter massaged her across my lap.

I remained standing, hands in my pockets, unsure what game we were about to engage in.

I soon discovered it wasn't a game, at least not to her, not anymore.

"I want you, I'm tired of pretending, I can't get you out of my thoughts."

She spoke quietly, staring at the coffee table, not meeting my eyes.

"I know what I felt was not one sided, and I can't squelch my raging desire to have sex with you."

I closed my eyes, my heart pounded fiercely, trying to think of something empathetic, yearning to embrace her, to comfort her, but I couldn't trust myself.

"Aleta, this isn't appropriate, you're Lena's friend and I'm her dad, an adult..."

Aleta cut me off, "DON'T YOU DARE SAY IT."

She glared at me with intense animosity, snapped back.

"You keep treating me like I'm a child; I'm every bit a woman and deserve to be treated like one."

I sat down next to her.

"Aleta, I know you're not a child,"

I admitted in a soft tone, swallowing hard, fearful I was going to succumb.

"But this ... this isn't just about us."

I touched her knee.

"If we act on these impulses, it might destroy Lena."

She leaned to me, until she was just inches away.

"You are wrong, Lena and I have agreed you need to have sex, it's been 5 years, that's unhealthy, you need to move past Claire, you deserve to be happy."

She sniffled.

"I feel like I'm losing the only two people I truly love.

Why haven't you told Lena you have feelings for me?

Or answered my messages?"

Or why haven't you told me to stay away?"

I whispered.

"I tried."

Aleta slowly shook her head from side to side.

"But you didn't."

Her eyes locked on mine.

"You left me to wonder ... you let me hope, and it hurts."

"Aleta, I have been struggling to resist my desirous thoughts."

I looked at her; her tears were welling up again.

I really looked at her, not as my daughter's friend, not as someone who stumbled into my life by accident, but someone who I have had emotional feelings for, for several years.

I saw a woman I cared deeply for and I felt her pain.

"Aleta you are a complicated, fragile, determined woman, who recently made my emotions shift from caring to carnal."

Once more I hated that a part of me that wanted to hold her, not as a dad, but as the man she wanted to have sex with.

"Aleta, I hate that I wasn't strong enough to shut this down right from the start, but your so alluring, sexy."

She peered at me, confused, tears trickled down her cheeks.

"That's what I don't get, you do want me, we both want to, we're both adults, so let's just fuck."

"No Aleta, it's not that simple for me, I can no longer trust myself to restrain from acting on my desires and I think it will destroy the way I care for you, and what it would do to Lena."

Voice trembling, I finally said.

"You have to go."

She frowned, wiped her eyes with the hoodie.

"OK."

She donned her hoodie, left without another word.

I didn't stop her even though I desperately wanted too.

***

That night's sleep was intermittent, strange, guilt clawed at me like a wild animal.

I'd crossed no physical line, but emotionally I'd betrayed Lena.

I hadn't touched Aleta, but my thoughts had.

I'd hurt Aleta, she was confused, she didn't know how to handle what she felt was rejection from someone she loved.

The next day, Lena came home early from school, an expression of fury I'm sure I'd never seen, pale and tense.

She held her phone in her hand like it was a bomb.

"Dad," she said, sitting across from me.

"Explain what happened between you and Aleta?"

My stomach dropped.

"What do you mean?"

"Aleta texted me last night, said she couldn't be my friend anymore, said she crossed a line she can't take back, then ghosted me."

I opened my mouth, closed it, as I needed to carefully choose my words.

My heart started pounding like a war drum.

"Dad, I tracked her down, confronted Aleta, asked her what she meant but she just said she's sorry, that it was you that needed to tell me."

Lena's eyes were daunting, her voice shaking with anger.

"Dad, did you two, uh, do ... uh, did something sexual happen between you?"

There it was the line was now drawn in black and white. This was my moment to confess, to own what I'd allowed to fester in the shadows.

I couldn't tell her what I'd craved, that I'd lusted for her friend and it wasn't really a lie, if I evaded the truth.

"No," I said, "nothing happened, she's dealing with some sexual issues, and I didn't know how to talk about it."

I'm sure Lena didn't believe me, I could see it in her eyes, but she didn't push.

Lena stared at me for a long time.

Then she nodded slowly.

"OK, if I can get her to confide in me, maybe I'll know how to help."

She stood up and left the room.

The silence echoed through the house like a scream.

I had kept the secret, but I had reason to believe I lost something far greater, my daughter's trust, and that was something I could never undo.

I made a stir fry, wondering if I confessed my lewd thoughts, that I about crossing the line, would things between us be any different?

Aleta would be happier, would I?

Would she still be friends with Lena?

Would the tension I created between all of us be solved?

At the supper table, I decided to confess to Lena, I put my fork down.

"Last Saturday when you were volunteering, Lena, came on to me, admitted she had strong feelings for me, she stripped, I refused her. That night she sent me a salacious video."

I paused to evaluate Lena's demeanor; she was calm and listening intently.

"Lena, it's been years since I had any intimacy, Aleta's incredibly alluring, I had many lewd thoughts, and I truthfully struggled to not act on them."

I took a sip, a deep breath and went on.

"I didn't because I was concerned about how all of our relationships could get hurt."

Lena took a big swig.

"Dad, Lena's not talking to either of us, I didn't know what happened, so I was angry at both of you because the two people I love were shutting me out."

Set her beer on the table.

"Dad, all our relationships are hurting, not one of us are happy now."

Lena gave me a comforting grin.

"Last weekend after her and I had sex; she told me about her attraction to you."

Lena paused, I could tell she was gaging my reaction.

I took a sip and didn't remark.

"Dad, she asked me about your dating life, we discussed the fact you've been celibate since mom left.

I think I suggested to her it's just sex, not a lifetime commitment."

She went to the fridge pulled out two more beers.

Lena spoke softly as she hugged me from behind, handing me a beer.

"I confided to her I also had fantasies of being with you."

Lena hissed my neck.

"Now it all makes sense, she's deeply hurt because you rejected her."

Lena sat back down on the chair beside me.

"Dad, I'm ok with the two of you getting it on, why not give in to your lust, fuck her, you both admit you want too, so why not?"

She peered at me over her bottle in a way that made my decision obvious.

"And, I want to participate, Aleta and I both desire you and I'm sure we'll all enjoy threesomes. Dad, I'm sure it will bring us all closer."

She tapped my beer and with a broad smile.

"Invite her over, tell her how much she's affected your thoughts, see what transpires."

I nodded, picked up my phone, and composed a message to Aleta.

'I had that conversation with Lena ... we never completed the task started in the garage ... your move.'

Aleta's response:

'Are you willing to participate in my favorite fantasy ... you and Lena?'

'Yes I am.'

I smiled at my daughter, turned the phone so she could read the message and chugged my beer.

Lena giggled, kissed my forehead, and quickly skipped off to her room.

A short while later Aleta arrived carrying her overnight bag, dressed seductively in a two sizes too small, tight t-shirt, cut into a crop top, bare midriff, and those bikini sized Daisy Duke cut-offs.

She gave me a nasty, lust filled expression.

"Are you as ready as I am."

"Yes."

"Good, get yourself a drink and wait on your chair a bit longer, I'm going to change."

She brushed past me and went to Lena's room.

***

I anxiously awaited, an excruciating half hour of lecherous thoughts. I felt like a virgin teenager sitting in a house of ill repute, awaiting clearance on dad's credit card.

Aleta and Lena appeared, wearing enticing, intimate lingerie.

Aleta in a sexy shiny silk vest and pantie combo, red with black feathery trim; the vest tied with a single black ribbon bow.

Lena was stunning, wearing a pink, sheer, baby doll nightie set. Visible, but seductively enhanced under the see-through fabric were her fully extended nipples, and dark pubes.

I had often told Lena how much she looked like her mother but now standing before me in sexy lingerie, she is the spitting image of my wife when we met.

I was ogling my daughter with shameless, lecherous lust.

They stopped in the middle of the room, Lena lifted Aleta's hand twirled her.

They shared a passionate kiss as their hands roamed each others sexy curves.

It was obvious they'd done this before and were putting on a show for my benefit.

Lena moved behind Aleta, looked over her shoulder at me, her hands started on Aleta's hips, roamed up.

Aleta's hands went back held Lena's head, Lena tauntingly tugged the bow, opened Aleta's vest, her fingers cupped the underside and she tenderly rolled Aleta's tiny red nipples.

Aleta bit her lower lip, moaning as her eyes closed.

Aleta had tinier boobs than Lena's, I'm not a breast expert but I know my daughter's bra size is a 34C and based on that fact, I would guess Aleta's a 32B.

They were intentionally teasing me as their fingers explored each other's body, peering at me with suggestive, lewd expressions as they caressed and fondled, arousing each other, and me.

Lena took a seat on the sofa across from me, pulled Aleta to her lap, removed her vest.

"Lean back against me, sweety."

Aleta reclined against Lena's chest, Lena draped her chin over Aleta's shoulder, placing her cheek against Aleta's. Both of Lena's hands slid around Aleta's waist, left went up to her boobs.

Right softly rubbing and caressing her flat stomach, her little finger just under the elastic of her panties.

Aleta's stomach muscles clenched unconsciously as Lena grazed her hand over them, feeling the ripples before trailing to her thighs.

"Spread your legs sweety, I'm going to get us all more excited."

Aleta widened her feet, blew me a kiss, licked her lips seductively, bit her lower lip, giving me a salacious wink.

Lena's fingers tweaked Aleta's poking nipples, as she licked Aleta's neck up to her ear.

Both hands skimmed down Aleta's hourglass figure to just above her knees, curled her fingers so only her nails were contacting Aleta's flesh.

Leisurely raking her smooth white inner thighs up to Aleta's crotch.

Individually, unhurriedly, each nail following the previous, skimmed through the crevice of Aleta's camel toe.

A breathy sigh accompanied the provocative play, a dark spot remained on the panties, evidently wetness.

Lena's left hand meandered back up to fondle her boobs, the other petted and rubbed her mons pubis mound through the satin fabric covering her vulva.

Aleta's eyes closed, her head fell back onto Lena's shoulder and gave an almost agonized animal like throaty growl, a mixture of pleasure and amazement in response to what Lena was doing to her.

With deliberate, delicate, slow movements, Lena's left hand was kneading and alternating titillation on both breasts and rolling, pinching, tugging taut, protruding nipples.

"Okay sweetie, I'm going inside your panties."

I believe the words were meant more for my benefit, as Lena had a mischievous, sultry stare when she said it and Aleta was already in a highly aroused state.

Palm over Aleta's belly button, fingers pointing downward. The entire camel toe area was now completely darkened from her wetness.

Lena slowly slid her fingers underneath the waistband of Aleta's shiny silk underwear, licked Aleta's neck, nibbled her earlobe, while gazing at me.

Lena's right hand went completely inside Aleta's underwear to cup Aleta's pussy. I couldn't see her fingers, but it was obvious her middle finger had parted Aleta's slit and was dipping in whilst she was edging the labia with the other digits.

Lena brought her hand to her mouth and seductively licks Aleta's nectar.

"Sweety, remove your panties."

Aleta lifted her butt, pulled them down, raising her feet, she swiftly pulled off her panties, and with a giggle tossed them to me.

I caught them and held them to my face, feeling the wetness, making a loud, deep inhaling sniff.

Aleta's heart shape, curly crimson pubes held my attention, they looked so soft and inviting, as did her enticing vulva, slick with secretions.

My mind raced with the thought of burying my face to taste her succulence then instantly thought how tight and warm it would feel as my shaft sunk in.

I was quite firm; I squeezed my junk through my jeans.

Lena returned her right hand to Aleta's perineum, progressed upward, two fingers parting the glistening pink vertical lips as she slid up ever so slowly.

Widening Aleta's bright pink, dripping, labia so I could see her gaping hole, vagina muscles pulsing.

As her forefinger wriggled on the tiny nub her middle finger extended to her perineum and on its return trip dipped deep. Another elongated moan escaped Aleta.

While the forefinger delicately circled Aleta's clitoris the middle finger repetitiously straightened, appeared glistening wet, then curled and disappeared.

The unhurried stimulating finger action continued whilst Lena's left hand was cradling Aleta's boob; her thumb starting at the top of the reddish areola, caressing down and pinch the tiny nipple between her forefinger and thumb, this action repeated in a constant petting rhythm coinciding with the finger dipping.

My daughter brought her slick fingers up to Aleta's mouth and whispered.

"Taste them."

As Aleta's tongue appeared, Lena teasingly moved her digits further away so that Aleta had to stretch until just the tip of her tongue got to touch the soaked digits.

"Damn, I love that tongue." Lena murmured then brought her fingers to her own lips and sucked them noisily right by Aleta's ear, she said.

"And I love your flavor, I am going to give you a finger fucking orgasm, then hold you while Dad gives you another."

I lowered my jeans; the salacious scene of these sexy young girls had me rock hard. I started slow stroking my solid shaft.

"Sweety, look at the size of dad's dick, it's as big as that double headed dildo we love so much."

With her left hand, Lena pulled Aleta's left leg farther out, spreading her legs wider.

Aleta, taking the cue, on her own, shifted her right one farther out.

Lena hooked her contrasting dark tanned legs around, to hold Aleta's smooth white thighs wide.

Lena's arm straightened, back of her hand outward, wrist cocked, angled, it was clear she was lining up to ram her fingers into Aleta's waiting wet pussy.

"Dad's soon gonna be fucking you with that huge cock, is your hot, snug cunt ready?"

Once again, not sure who her words were intended to arouse, me or Aleta.

I had a fleeting thought to join them now, to step between those yawning thighs and stuff my stiff shaft into that beckoning pussy.

I restrained, complying to their plan to Aleta's fantasy.

Aleta, wide eyed, slouched slightly, wantonly lifted her feet to rest on Lena's knees and thrust her pelvis forward, giving me an unobstructed view and Lena a clear path into her cunt.

Lena abruptly shoved 2 fingers deep inside Aleta's wet walls.

They were both staring intently at me; Lena's hand was motionless but based on the slight back of her hand knuckle movement and Aleta's whimpering response, it was apparent her fingers found the internal spot she went in there searching for.

"Oh, shit!"

Aleta cried out, her eyes looked pleadingly at me.

"Yes, yes, right there!"

Lena began a rhythmic slick slide, noisily, wet slapping, thrusting her fingers in and out of Aleta's pussy.

"Oh, uh, uh, fuck yesss!"

Aleta was meeting Lena's assault by rocking her hips and emitting soft grunts with each slurping, squishing thrust.

"Gaahhh, aahhhwd yeesss!"

Lena was furiously finger-fucking the hell out of Aleta's cunt.

R, r, rii-ii-iight theerrrrre."

Lena's left-hand more severely twisting and pinching Aleta's tiny red nips. Aleta's body was moving like a wave, her hips rising at the sensations Lena's stimulation was giving her.

"Mnngghhh, uuhh, uuuhhh, mmnngghhh."

Aleta's body quaked, her knees waved in and out like butterfly wings in the warm sun as she humped to meet Lena's every plunge.

"Fuuu-uuuck yyaaa!"

Aleta's grunts evolved into one long growl that was rising in volume and pitch.

"UUUNNNGGHHH!"

Aleta's face contorted, her eyes rolled back then closed, her body stiffened, mouth partly open, her tongue erratically licking her lips.

"MMMNNGGH, MMMNGH, UUNNGGGH!"

Convulsing steadily, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the cushion in her fists.

Resisting to finish, I had to stop rubbing my rod as well.

Lena's right fingers withdraw but remain teasing the smooth inner surface of her bright pink pussy's petals as Aleta's convulsions diminish to occasional tremors.

Her hand swiped up some of Aleta's excessive secretions, brought her hand up and in a husky, voice told Aleta.

"Suck them as if it's dad's dick."

Aleta was staring seductively at me as she hungrily sucked both digits.

Lena, slightly out of breath murmured.

"Sweety, I'm also real close, reach back and do me."

Aleta shifted slightly sideways, her right hand went to Lena's nether region.

I could hear a wet slurping sound and knew that my daughter's cunt must be equally drenched.

No more than a mere minute and my daughter was groaning and humping, about to explode.

Aleta latched her mouth onto Lena's extended nipple and I watched her cheeks cave in as she feverishly sucked the nub.

"Oh fuu-uuuck!"

Lena suddenly twisted Aleta sideways onto her left leg, widened her legs.

Lena grasped Aleta's wrist, the one attached to the fingers that were fucking her sopping wet cunt, and began helping Aleta plunge deeper, faster, and harder.

I moved so I had a better view, I had lusted for Aleta previously, never Lena, until tonight, my daughter was every bit as sexy as her mother.

They were both wide eyed, frantically finger fucking Lena.

With a final yelp, Lena's back arched and the rest of her body froze as her pussy clenched, her legs clamped tight around Aleta's hand. She sat upright, quivered, eyes popped open and stared directly at me.

"Hoollleee fuu-uuck."

I knew it had to be pleasure but Lena's face contortion resembled fear.

"GAAAWWWD DAAA-AAAMN!"

She trembled violently and shuddered for a full minute before collapsing back in the corner of the sofa.

Aleta, slowly withdrew her hand from Lena, leaving a wet trail of pussy juice over her dark triangle of curly pubes, up her belly.

Aleta tenderly tweaking Lena's dark nipples, as they intimately kissed.

Aleta brought her hand up to Lena's face and floated a wet finger over Lena's lips.

"Open," was all Aleta said.

Lena's mouth opened, Aleta stuck both juice-soaked fingers into Lena's mouth.

Lena closed her lips around the fingers and slowly sucked them as Aleta worked them in and out.

Lena closed her eyes.

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmm."

I stared in amazement as Lena sucked her own pussy juices from her friends fingers.

If I had touched my cock at that moment, I probably would have shot a load on contact.

Lena grasped Aleta's hand, pulled the fingers from her lips. Lena peered temptingly at me as she licked her lips.

"C'mere, I want your big cock in my mouth."

I thought their salacious sapphic performance was over, and it was my turn, I stood to move to them.

Aleta spoke sharply.

"I want your dad first, you can have him whenever, you live under the same roof."

Lena snarled back.

"You'll likely be in bed with him all weekend."

I intervened.

"Girls, stop it, you weren't talking to one another most of this week, we found a solution, we agreed to share, don't fight we'll make this work."

I pulled my t-shirt off.

"Let's participate as a threesome. I know I can't satisfy you both the way you desire in one round and I'm as close to unloading as possible and due to my age, I'll likely require an hour to recover."

I peered at them both.

"I propose 2 scenarios to start; you will choose one.

You share my cock orally or I eat Aleta's alluring twat as I fuck Lena, then when recovered I do Aleta."

Reading their expressions, Lena was definitely ecstatic and Aleta had a pouty face as they looked at each other.

Aleta whined.

"Fine, we'll share."

As she curled her right fingers around my cock, she leaned to me, her left pulled Lena in and their tongues touched me together.

Two tongues licking either side finished me quickly, they playfully fought to clean up more semen than the other.

I do believe I was the ultimate winner of that competition, to my surprise, I remained hard.

Another contributing factor to me staying hard would likely have been the heightened state of arousal they created.

"Well girls, I guess this is our lucky day, you've kept me hard, so what say we proceed with option 2 and maybe I'll last to satisfy you both tonight."

Lena leaned into the corner of the sofa, kept her right foot planted on the floor.

My vision went to her trimmed curly pubes, wetness glistening on her inner thighs and soaked vulva.

My mind visualized her mother splaying herself seductively for me when we first married.

Lena lifted her left foot over my shoulder, effectively doing the splits against my body as her arms went around my back.

I grabbed my daughter and in one deft stroke, thrust my cock balls deep into her perfectly primed pussy. After a few strokes into Lena's tight twat, she put her hand on my chest to pause me.

She dropped her left foot back to the floor forcing me to withdraw from her warm walls.

Aleta was on the other end of the couch, laying on her back, playing with herself, breathing heavily.

Lena climbed on top of her in a sixty-nine position, her ass accessible over the arm of the sofa.

"Dad, do me up the ass, with Aleta eating me."

I only just now saw my daughter had a jewelled anal plug stuffed in her ass.

I grabbed the toy and when I popped it out, was shocked at the size of it, the chrome taper was about 3 inches long, the widest part had a diameter of nearly 2 inches.

I held my daughter by the hips and as I pressed my tip to her puckered dark star my purplish glans easily imbedded past her sphincter and I experienced the heat and tightness of her rear channel.

She pushed back, seemingly sucking my shaft to slide deeper, she lifted her head and let out a gratifying deep sigh as she rolled her hips.

Wow my daughter obviously had anal practice, her mother never took my girth that easily.

I warily worked myself in and out of her constricted back door a few times, her tight hot grip was sensational.

I knew I couldn't last much longer with this tempo so I slowed and savored the intense friction and heat.

Aleta's fingers fondled my balls, another injected and massaged my prostate, that was the beginning of the end.

I quivered and my cock twitched and all I could do was hold on, press deep and growl as I ejaculated in my daughters ass.

Lena and I were both quivering orgasms, her ass twerking, buttocks clenching tight, muscles pulsing, milking, heightened my climax.

I attempted to pull out, her strong grip was unyielding and withdrawal was difficult.

I sat back in my chair and watched them get each other off again.

We ordered take out, shared some weed, drank a couple beers as we ate.

Aleta snuggled close, her lips nibbled my ear as her fingers rested on my thigh her thumb rubbed my flaccid pecker.

"Are you done for the night?"

"You excite me so much, I should be up for another round."

I twisted so my mouth adhered to her right tit.

My fingers found her pussy wetter than anticipated.

"I desperately want to suck your cock to life as you eat me, I'll cum fast, and if I'm successful, fuck me in your favorite position."

She shifted so she was on top of me in a 69.

I was semi hard, but the moment her lips sucked my nob, I hardened instantly.

Aleta had a sweet flavor as my tongue tasted her succulence.

"Oh, fuck yaaa, my clit, suck my clit, I'm real close."

Lena leaned over to rim Aleta's rear.

I flicked the sensitive little bean several times then nibbled, then sucked like drawing a thick shake through a straw.

"Oh, that's awesome, uh huh, ya, finger my ass."

I spread her cheeks, Lena sunk her forefinger into Aleta's dark star.

"Mnnngghh, uuh hhuuuhh!"

Aleta bucked wildly mashing her cunt into my face as she lifted her head and wailed.

"OOOHHH MMYY FFFUUU--UUUCKINGG GGAAAAWWWD!"

Her hand tugging and twisting furiously on my saliva slick cock as she squirmed and quivered.

"YEESSS, YEESSS, YEESSSSSSS."

Gasping, she got off me.

"Fuck me doggy style."

She quickly got onto all fours.

"Hurry I want to keep cumming."

The penetration and movement was easy due to how wet she was.

"Yes, yes, like that, oh gawd you fill me so good. Grip my waist, ram my cunt, pound me hard and fast, thumb my back door until I shake.

The moment I climax, shove that big cock up my butt, I know I can take it, fuck my ass, do it hard and deep, make me scream."

I gripped her waist and rapidly ploughed profusely.

"OOHH YYYAAA, THERRRE IT IZZZZZZZZZZZ!"

She dropped her head, pressed back.

"NOW, DO IT NOW, STICK IT UP IN MY ASSSS!"

I was sufficiently coated with delicious juices, Lena had Aleta's cheeks spread, I withdrew from her cunt and jammed my cock completely, imbedding my entire shaft into her ass.

"AAARRRGGHHH, YESSS, YESSS."

Aleta was trembling, twerking.

"SAALLAAP MEEE."

I smacked her round mound.

"KEEEP PUU-UUHH-UUHHMPINNNG."

I smacked her reddening bum, while pounding furiously into her hot, tight rear.

"KEEEP GOOOINNNG."

Lena's hand went under; her fingers began thrumming Aleta's clit.

"OOHHH THHAT"S SSSOOO FFUU-UUHHHKINNG GUUUUUD!"

Desperately struggling, trying to avoid erupting for as long as I could.

Lena traded hands under Aleta, her soaking right hand went up my butt crack, poked into my arse and massaged my prostate.

"UUUNNNGGHHH!"

I grunted, ramming Aleta into the mattress with a powerful thrust, my hips jerking as I twitched.

My body stiffened, Aleta's undulated, her wailing stifled in the bedding.

Lena remained fingering us both until our groaning and trembling subsided.

Lena still had energy and cleaned both our genitals.

After exchanging intimate kisses, we formed a cuddling threesome with Aleta in the middle and fell asleep.

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