This fictional story explores intimate sexual relationships between family members and friends that are of a variety of ages. This complies with the Literotica guidelines, especially the exclusion of any characters under the age of 18. Comments welcome. Copyright 2022.
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Tom Grace closed the spreadsheet on his computer with the details of his latest real estate development deal. The contracts for the purchase of another set of buildings along the downtown main street of Rainwood were complete. Lift Rainwood LLC, his company, was acquiring parcels with great potential, most with current tenants, and some with the possibility of redevelopment and expansion.
Lift Rainwood was Tom's idea, a development company that would reclaim some of his town's pride through economic redevelopment using state and federal grants and investor money, so called public-private partnerships, to modernize and rehabilitate much of the slowly dying town. The big employers of lumber and mining were in steep decline and new jobs were going to have to come from the tech, health and travel industries. Lift Rainwood was a centerpiece for the attraction of small software startups, health services, and vacation and resort homes sales. Most of the town's future was in some way dependent on Tom Grace's effort and he felt it was God's will and his duty to keep the town advancing. It was serious work, holy work he thought, and he gave it his full attention.
He leaned back in his chair as the computer screen snapped into a photo of his family from a couple of years ago, his wallpaper and constant reminder of the gifts God had given him. Katherine Elizabeth stood between their children, Liam and Leslie - Tom was glad this was taken before the tattoo incident - and Tom's eyes were drawn to his superbly attractive wife.
They had been in, Tahoe, was it?, for some sort of real estate meeting and Tom had snapped the photo of all three by the hotel pool. Katherine Elizabeth was in a stylish one piece bathing suit, her copious breasts swelling over the tight bodice and her trim hips hugged by the elastic material, while on her left Liam leaned on her side in long trunks and on her right Leslie posed in a bright bikini that barely covered her tits and pussy. In fact, Tom had made a close study of this image over the last two years as he began obsessing about his daughter, and he knew Leslie's nipples were clearly aroused and poking into the fabric of her top and her bottom brief was drawn into her pubic triangle in an obvious camel toe, outlining the fat lips of her vulva.
Tom lingered today on the image of his wife, and he prayed in gratitude to his Lord for the blessing of his relationship and marriage to her. Katherine Elizabeth Ward had been first runner up in the 1995 Miss Utah pageant, and when Tom had met her in a school party later that year, he had been struck dumb with her ravishing beauty. He began courting her immediately and won her over in just a few months with his good looks and devoted attention and, he believed completely, the grace of God.
Soon after he became infatuated with her, he learned to appreciate that this angelic beauty also had much of the wanton vixen in her. Kate was sexually aggressive, morally adventurous and sensually athletic in lovemaking. She had amassed a long list of conquests before she married Tom and he had suspicions that she was occasionally unfaithful in their relationship since. Despite this flaw, her attraction was so powerfully magnetic to him that he simply didn't care who else might enjoy her charms as long as he could come home and find her waiting and eager to mount his prick for another night of passionate fucking.
However, Tom had in recent years been unable to ignore the developing appeal of his daughter, especially as her physical features started to show the influence of her enchanting mother. Leslie's good looks rivaled Kate's, from her exquisite face, ample breasts, sturdy hips, and shapely legs, to her carnal self-possession. The photo on Tom's screen was of Leslie looking unabashedly voluptuous, deliciously curved, with a remarkable awareness of her erotic effect on both men and women that was clear in her smoldering stare into the camera. Tom believed that she was deliberately giving him, the photographer, a distinct look of fiery desire. Seeing this image always inflamed him and, as usual, today his cock jerked in response.
Suddenly, Tom heard his wife's voice down the corridor from his office, "Yoo hoo, anybody home?"
"Just your hard-working husband," he shouted back.
And in a second, Katherine Elizabeth swept into his office. She wore a fitted top that amplified her bust in a demure way, with a necklace of gold baubles, and a tight, dark silk skirt that hugged her hips and thighs, but was of a modest length to just about her knees. Her thick, dark hair tumbled across her shoulders and onto her back and her remarkable face wore the hint of a mischievous smile. High heeled dark leather pumps tightened the marvelous globes of her ass and flexed her calves sensuously. Tom was, as usual, nearly breathless at her loveliness.
"Where is everyone?" she asked curiously.
"Alice had to go to the bank and FedEx for the recent contracts and the boys are running a crew down on Roberts Avenue," he said casually. "I'm so glad to see you, Kate, what are you up to?"
"Went to the salon," she said, shaking her head to move the carefully waved hairdo and then held out her hands to wiggle her slender fingers, decorated with a bright polish.
"New color?" Tom asked.
"Uh, huh," she said, and slipped off her shoes, raising one foot to his lap to demonstrate the shade on her toes.
"I see," Tom said, placing his hands on her foot and ankle to rub gently.
"Also, got a bikini wax," his wife said, and reaching to the hem of her skirt, drew it up to her waist, revealing her legs and pubic mound, where a triangle of thick, curly pubic hair showed sharp definition between the junction of her thighs, and her vulva and labia had been made smooth and nude.
"Damn, Kate, where are your panties?" Tom gasped.
"Oh, I stripped in the car and left them on the seat, because I wanted you to see me naked. Do you approve of my new look?" she inquired saucily.
