Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Authors Note: While this is not an incest story, it contains references to incest activities between consenting adults of legal age, so if that offends, please click back and select another story. Otherwise, for those with dirty minds like mine...enjoy!
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For the third morning in as many days, since her mother left on her trip to Seattle, Claire woke up in her parents' bed, spooning in the warm embrace of her father's strong arms. She pulled her father's arm more tightly across her chest, and wiggled her naked ass back on the cock that had wedged itself between her butt cheeks, giggling at the fact that it usually woke up 15 minutes before the slumbering man to whom it was attached.
As she lay there basking in the afterglow of realizing a fantasy of many years, she was interrupted by the usual signal of urgency being sent by her bladder. She slipped out of the bed, holding up the sheet to admire the effects of 'morning wood' and whispered, "don't go anywhere, I'll be right back" to her father's manhood, before grabbing her phone and heading to the en suite off the master bedroom.
Claire tapped the Yahoo Instant Messenger icon, clicked on Ronnie's name, and started typing just as her pee began to bubble in the toilet water below her.
Claire: Morning Daddy!
This was how her day started for most of the past year, since meeting Ronnie in an online erotic stories forum. Ronnie was an hour behind Claire, with her in New York and him in Louisiana, but she loved sending him and early morning greeting, to let him know she was thinking about him to start her day.
Claire: Guess what I'm doing?
She giggled to herself at the oft asked question, which had grown into an inside joke between them. At 22, Claire was less than half of Ronnie's age, and a bit of a free spirit, so she loved broaching subjects that she knew would make her more traditional and buttoned-down chat buddy a tad uncomfortable. Such was the case the first time she told him she was peeing while they chatted, so she made sure to let him know every time thereafter.
Claire knew that a response wouldn't come from Ronnie until later in the morning, but the two had grown into more than just chat buddies, talking almost daily about a variety of topics beyond sex to life in general. By now the daily question had become somewhat rhetorical, but she still got a charge every time she received his expected response, correctly guessing that she was indeed peeing.
As is the case with any woman who joins an erotic stories site, Claire would always be inundated with private chat requests from online losers who wanted to beg for pictures, brag about their supposed horse-cocks, or the worst, send unsolicited dick pics.
But Ronnie was none of that.
Maybe it was his age, or his time in the service, but Ronnie was always a respectful gentleman, who immediate put Claire at ease, and a true online friendship began to develop. He was her parent's age, and he had two grown children older than Claire. Sure the two shared fantasies and desires while mutually masturbating, but Claire never once got the 'creeper' vibe off Ronnie. He typed it to her many times over the course of their almost one-year online relationship, but it was the quality of his character demonstrated by his actions that convinced her that, "he was only concerned with her best interest and would never do anything to hurt her."
The two had connected on a cosmic level, much deeper than she could have ever imagined or anticipated. She found herself opening up to Ronnie about things she could never bring herself to tell anyone, not even her closest girlfriend. Claire logged onto that site as a lonely young woman who was sick of the bar scene, looking to pleasure herself while chatting about the extremely naughty thoughts that raced through her brain, and found much more than a willing chat partner. In Ronnie, she found a mentor, a spirit guide, and a friend.
Claire was a bit of dichotomy.
She was the only child and her parents' pride and joy. Always a tad small for her age, she had a very large spirit and personality, and always outworked her peers, whether it was on the athletic field or the classroom.
Claire was the son her father never had, so he had her involved in sports from a very young age, often coaching the teams on which she played. The two were always extremely close, and she had a crush on her father ever since she was old enough to understand exactly what that meant.
Being an attorney, her mother always took more interest in her achievements in the classroom. Claire was always at the top of her class, and her mother always stressed the need for her to focus on her studies. Claire didn't date much in high school, which gave her mother great relief, because she didn't want her daughter to fall down the same rabbit hole that she had.
She never explained to Claire why she was such a stickler about grades, and so hyper-critical of anyone Claire chose to date, but the unspoken reason was that Claire's mother was a major slut in high school. She had an unusually high sex drive, even for her era, and was known as being an easy lay. Claire's mom almost missed her chance to go to college due to an unwanted pregnancy, which ended in an early term miscarriage, and set the young woman to change her focus from her vagina to her future. Those memories caused her to live in fear that her daughter would inherit her insatiable desire for sex, and she didn't want Claire to do anything to jeopardize her own future.
So on the surface, Claire was a model student, athlete and child. She had a squeaky clean reputation all through high school, to go along with her girl-next-door looks and personality.
What Claire parents, teachers, friends, and all but a one member of their small upstate New York community didn't know, however, was that Claire had inherited her mother's sex drive, and thanks to the close relationship with her father, a taste for older men.
She had succumbed to it once, sleeping with her boss the summer of her senior year, when she was waitressing at her father's Country Club. While the sex was amazing, her boss was also her friend's father and her English teacher's husband, and the guilt of the situation nearly crushed her spirit.
Claire broke off the relationship quickly, and swore off married men. She couldn't risk embarrassing her parents, who meant the world to her, and a scandal like this would rip through their small town like wildfire.
She was sexually active in college, while steadfastly protecting her reputation, but boys her age never gave her the same level of satisfaction that she had enjoyed with an older man. It was one of these college boyfriends who introduced her to Literotica, where there were story categories and chat rooms devoted to younger/older relationships, and Claire discovered a new home.
The site provided her a window into her fantasy world where she could play with the online 'daddies' without fear of wrecking a marriage or embarrassing her parents. She found that the orgasms from these online sessions were invariably better than those provided by her erstwhile boyfriends, so she could satisfy her urgings without all the drama that goes along with actually dating. This allowed her to focus on her studies, which led her to graduate from college with honors.
It also introduced her to Ronnie.
For some reason, Claire found it easy to open up to Ronnie. Maybe it was the anonymity of being online, or the way he reminded her of her dad, but Claire shared her higher than normal sex drive, sordid history, and deepest fantasies with Ronnie, including her school-girl crush on her father.
Ronnie provided a great sounding board for Claire, and through his counsel, she worked up the courage to act on her long time fantasy.
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She relaxed on the toilet, the morning dew still dripping off her pussy lips, while she remembered that fateful chat session with Ronnie, just a few short months ago...
Ronnie: Are you in your usual spot?
Claire: Yes, on the couch, watching the game with dad.
A rabid fan of the Buffalo Bills, Claire grew up watching football with her father, and they usually made it to one game each season.
Ronnie: And he's in his chair?
