It was a few hours later that I opened my mail. My dick was already hard as soon as I saw her name. But her words stopped me in my mental thoughts. In big bold letters that spanned across the page were the words,
"PLEASE HELP ME! SAM! I FEEL SO DIRTY! I CAN'T STOP CRYING! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
Those were the only words on the page. And it almost seemed like they pulsed as I read them. I jumped at my keyboard and wrote a short message. I gave Samantha my home number and told her how to dial without her number showing up on my caller ID. I told her that I wouldn't move until she called me. A few minutes later the phone rang.
"Hello? Sam is that you?"
I could hear the sobbing in her voice. "Samantha? Tell me what happened? Please Samantha! Tell me what has upset you?" I could hear her soft sobbing in the background.
"Oh Sam! I feel so dirty!"
Her voice sounded frantic. "Samantha!" I shouted her name over the phone to get her to shut up. "Shut the fuck up and listen to me! I can't help you if I can't understand you! Now, take a deep breath." I could hear her pull in a lung full of air. "Let it out slowly." I heard her blowing the air from her lungs in one long breath. "Now listen to me and only answer yes or no. Do you understand?"
I heard her half sob, then a soft whisper. "Yes."
Now it was my turn to take a deep breath. I did! And then I sat back in my chair. I hadn't noticed that I was sitting on the edge of it. "Do you have a drink in your hands?"
"No."
"Well, go and pour yourself a weak one, then come back to the phone." While she did as I told her to, I poured my own drink. I could hear her walking around, so she must have had one of those portable phones.
"Ok Sam! I have a drink in my hand."
Already she sounded a bit calmer. "Go and sit in a nice comfortable chair. A recliner if you have one there."
"Yes! We have one. Ok!"
I took a big gulp from my glass. "Take a sip of your drink. Set it down on the nearest table then sit back in the chair. Tell me when your ready."
A few seconds later, I heard a soft sigh. "Thanks Sammie! Can I tell you what happened now?"
I sipped my drink. "First things first! Hello Samantha! My name is Sam and I'm glad to meet you."
Samantha didn't say anything at first. Then she burst into laughter. "Hello Sam! Good to meet you too! And I must say, you write some very powerful stories. I read your incest story about the mother and daughter with the intruder. I think the name of the story was "Turning My Daughter". I must say, you have a very bad imagination."
I laughed. "Does bad mean good and sexually wicked." I liked her voice already. Her soft laughter caused my dick to start waking up. "Ok Samantha, so you read my story. Then what happened?"
Suddenly her voice grew a bit softer. "I didn't think that I would like it. I have always hated the idea of a parent or relative abusing some young child. But this wasn't about a young child. This story was about two grown women. The more I read, the more uncomfortable I became.
I started to sympathize with the mother about her feelings for her daughter. Then I started to see Cynthia as the daughter in the story and me as the mother."
I slowly unzipped my pants and took my now hard dick out. I was stroking it slowly.
"Sam? Are you still there?"
I sighed. Damn but her voice sounded sweet. "Yes Samantha, I'm still here. Don't worry. I wouldn't leave you in the state you're in."
"Sam? Am I becoming like the sluts in your stories? Only interested in satisfying my lust? I don't want to become like that."
I laughed. "Oh Samantha! You could never become a slut. It's natural for a woman that has denied her sexuality for as long as you have, to become aroused reading erotica. And no, it's not all that strange for you to even feel the things that you are feeling for Cynthia." I stopped talking long enough to take a sip from my drink.
"But Sam, you don't know what Cynthia wrote at the end of that story. That's why I feel so ashamed."
I took my finger and rubbed the drop of pre-cum that had formed at the tip of my dick all over the head. Then I licked my finger clean. "Before I ask you what she wrote, I will tell you a few things. The first love of any young girl is her father. And for a young boy it's his mom.
They grow up wanting their lover to be as good and kind as their parents are. And as they grow up, they will sometimes enter into an incestuous relationship with family members to satisfy their dreams and fantasies. And as long as both members are adults and it is consenual, that's their business and no body else's!
In your case, you are only feeling for Cynthia what she probably feels for you. What did Cynthia write at the end of this story?" I had gotten more excited hearing what Cynthia had written after she read the story then the stories themselves. So I waited eagerly for her next words.
I heard Samantha sob. Then she sniffed back her tears. "I have to make a confession Sam. You see, when my husband got sick, he couldn't enjoy sex anymore. He would kiss me and finger me but that wasn't enough. He was confined to his bed a lot.
Well, I found someone to satisfy my needs. It wasn't love or anything like that. I would go over his house, get into bed, he would fuck me then I would go home to my bedridden husband. I didn't even think about his needs. Nor, if he even thought about sex! Well evidently Cynthia found a way to make him happy."
Her words stopped me in mid stroke. "What? What did you say?"
Samantha didn't reply right away. "No Sam! I don't mean that they actually fucked or anything. But what they did was almost like fucking. You see, he couldn't get up out of bed most of the time. So we had to wash him like they do in the hospital.
Well, I found out that sometimes while I was out satisfying my itch, Cynthia found a way to satisfy her father's needs. But I need to tell you what she wrote after reading your story. She wrote that she wished that it had been her and I in the story.
Like the girl in the story, she would have encouraged me to make love to her. And she would have eagerly made love to me. Sam! She wrote that she actually fucked herself while calling out my name. And while I read her words, I could see the two of us in the story. I will have to make sure that I steal one of her many dildos. I have been using it constantly. I am becoming like the sluts in your stories!"
As I listened to her words, I slowly stroked my hard dick. My pre-cum oozed over my fingers and I wished that Samantha had been kneeling before me. I didn't say anything for a few seconds. But I know that Samantha had heard my slightly labored breathing over the phone. I heard her soft giggle.
"Sam! Are you playing with yourself?"
I laughed. Samantha! I'm glad that we don't have phones that let you see what the other person is doing while you talk to them. Otherwise, I would be slightly embarrassed right now."
Samantha laughed also. "Well, I think that we would both be slightly embarrassed. I feel very naughty talking to you dressed in just an open bathrobe."
I sighed. "And I bet that those sweet perky tits are hard too?"
Samantha grew quiet. "Sam! Am I a bad person?"
It was the way she said it that caught my attention. "Why do you ask that?" I could hear the ice clink in her glass as she took a sip from it. Then she took a deep breath.
"While I was going to my friend to get screwed; taking care of my own needs; I was leaving Cynthia to care for her dad. It seems that she cared for him all right! Cynthia was relieving her dad of his stress and frustrations! I read her story and instead of being horrified by it I got so turned on that I had to make myself cum. It was only after that the guilt hit me so hard I wanted to die."
I could hear her voice starting to crack with emotion again. "Samantha? Would you feel better if you told me about it? I promise that I will give you my honest opinion afterwards. If I think that it is wrong, then I will tell you."
Samantha gave a soft sigh. "Sam! We all knew that he was dying. That it was just a matter of time. But Cynthia and I wanted to make him as comfortable as we could. She came back home and would take most of her time when not in college to care for him. That left me with time to relax and care for other things. Well as much as I thought I had kept my infidelity a secret, both of them knew.
It seems that one-day, when they were talking; the talk ended up with her getting mad cause I was out. Her dad told her that he didn't mind. That I needed some satisfaction, and he sure couldn't give it to me! Cynthia told him that it wasn't fair. She said that I should sacrifice my pleasures to take care of him. She told him that if she were his wife, she would be home doing everything to make him happy.
I won't bore you with minor details but the talk got around to her sexuality. She confessed to him that she didn't have that much sexual experience. That the boys she knew didn't go in for fucking the fat girls. But that she wasn't a virgin. She confessed that she had lost her virginity to a boy after he got her slightly drunk. But he didn't just get her drunk and fuck her; he made her do it with another guy at the same time.
Her dad let her tell him all about it and it seemed to make him hot and horny. Well Cynthia saw the tent in the sheet and started to slowly rub it. When he tried to make her stop, she just told him that she was making him comfortable. That he needed some satisfaction too.
Oh Sam! She wrote in great detail how she ended up sucking her father's hard dick until he came in her mouth. And how he fingered her pussy while she did it! And they did it, up until the time when he was too weak to get it up any more.
I had neglected him out of my own selfishness, and my daughter did what I was too selfish to do. They kept this relationship up for months and I never even suspected anything."
