~Just a quick story featuring some of my favorite little kinks.
Everyone involved in this story is of an appropriate, legal age to be doing this stuff... Yes, even Amber. Trust me, I invented her.~
"I'm going to be in town this weekend."
The sound on the other end of the phone was just one of the countless reasons I loved hooking up with Vicki. It was somewhere between a moan of ecstasy and a squeal of girlish delight. She made a similar noise when she came, and I've loved hearing it since we were in college. "Oh, Damon, I can't wait to see you! I wish you could have told me sooner, I could have found a way to get Jack out of the house!"
Jack was Vicki's husband, and he was completely clueless. He was a decent enough guy; he enjoyed golf enough to not mind losing, and grilled a hell of a steak. I'd definitely have to say that his absolute best quality, however, is his ability to be completely oblivious to the fact that I was fucking his wife at every available opportunity, and have been for their entire marriage.
I was actually IN their wedding, if you can believe it. I stood on the bride's side along with her female best friends; I was listed in the program as the 'bridesman' next to the bridesmaids. All of her relatives thought it was adorable. I still wonder how adorable they'd all find it if they knew that less than ten minutes before she was walking down the aisle she was desperately trying not to scream my name as I fucked her in her wedding dress. She went through the entire ceremony with my cum inside her, her panties sitting in my pocket.
"Yea, I know, it's all kind of last minute. You can come out to my hotel on Saturday night, right?" I phrased it like a question, but we both knew exactly just how little choice she had in the matter. She's been at my beck and call since we were freshmen. Before she even met Jack, she discovered that she was completely incapable of denying me anything I wanted, ever, no matter how depraved. I spent the better part of our freshman year testing her limits, and finding them completely non-existent. She was mine, to use however I wanted, whenever I wanted, however I wanted.
I suppose I could have made her my girlfriend, or my wife, but to be honest, I don't think either of us wanted that. She was a plaything, a toy for me to amuse myself with. We both continued to date, but she was never happier or more satisfied than when she was pushed far beyond her comfort zone, doing something she never in her wildest dreams would have imagined herself capable of simply because I instructed her to do it. We'd both wondered over the years if it was specifically MY instruction that made her submission so exquisite, or if she was simply prone to it and I was just the lucky stiff that stumbled onto this particular kink of hers and managed to claim it for my own. Either way, this was who we were.
"Anything you want, baby, I'll do it."
I spent a few moments telling her all the things I was going to do to her, loving the image of her getting so worked up at her desk that she'd have to try to touch herself without anyone noticing. She had such a pretty, responsive little cunt, and knowing that her tasty juices were trickling through the fabric of her panties got me even more excited to see her and use her all over again.
When Friday came around, I was actually able to catch a midday flight and arrived in town even earlier than I expected. I picked up my rental car and drove to my hotel, pleasantly surprised that I'd been upgraded to a suite. I unpacked, took a shower, and rested for a bit, not entirely sure what I was going to do with myself. Finally, on a whim, I decided to head to Vicki's place. We weren't planning on seeing each other until tomorrow night, but if I was lucky I might catch her before her husband got home. Jack ran a pretty successful consulting firm, half the reason Vicki was still married to him after all these years, and he tended to work exceptionally long hours. Half the fun of these visits was the risk that we might get caught, and little midday romp was just what the doctor ordered.
I decided to park my rental a little bit down the street just to enhance her surprise a little bit. I've owned a key to their house forever; even when Jack occasionally changes the locks she was always sure to mail me a copy. I stepped into their house and slipped up the stairs to the master bedroom. I turned on the TV, switched it over to browse the internet, and found a nice collection of porn to watch while I waited, dropping back on their bed and idly stroking my cock through my slacks. Less than an hour later I heard the front door open. It was barely three in the afternoon; way too early for Jack to be home, but also a little early for Vicki as well. I paused the video on the tv screen for a moment, listening; the footsteps coming up the hall were light, almost timid...
The door to the bedroom opened, and I realized that I'd made a pretty dumb mistake. Vicki's daughter Amber was home. I hadn't realized the school year had started again; I knew she spent her summers as a camp counselor and I guess I just figured she would still be there, but here she was. She smiled at me, clearly relieved. "Oh! Hi, Damon!" she said, her voice more like Vicki's every time I saw her.
Frankly, it wasn't the only thing more like her mothers. She had her mom's figure, but while Vicki worked constantly to maintain her perfect body, Amber carried it with the utter effortlessness of youth. Her skin was soft and flawless, her legs and stomach trim and athletic... but as she pushed the door wider, and stood there in her cropped jean shorts and tank top, I could see that she was also inheriting her mother's curves. Her young breasts were already round and full, and started to actually look heavy, but they still sat on her beautifully, her pillowy cleavage creamy and delightful. And while she was facing me I couldn't actually see the way her shorts hugged her backside, I was so familiar with her mother's body that I could see that Amber had exactly the same perfect, round, ripe little bubble bottom.
"I didn't know you were coming over." She said, leaning against the doorframe, her book bag sliding off her shoulder to the hallway floor.
I smiled at her, unpausing the video I was watching as I leaned back again, letting my hand go back to my slacks, slowly stroking along the underside of my hard cock through the thin material. The sound from the TV was unmistakable. I watched Amber's young mouth twist slowly into a shocked little smile.
I'll be one hundred percent honest with you: I really don't know if Amber is my daughter or not. I've been fucking her mother since long before she was born, and I've never once used protection. I've cum inside her so many times we don't even think about it anymore. She's actually gotten pregnant a number of times, but she's always quickly gotten it taken care of since she uses protection with her husband. The only exception was a few years after they were married. Jack was talking about having a baby and they started trying to conceive. When she became pregnant, he obviously thought it was his, and there was a chance he might be right.
The fact was, however, that I was working in town for that whole month, and she and I were meeting two or three times a day. She spent whole days sloshing full of my cum. There were times she was sure she'd be caught because her husband couldn't possibly miss the fact that she was gushing with another man's semen, but like I said, Jack is incredibly clueless. So when they had Amber, Vicki and I both silently decided to just let the fact that I was almost certainly her father go unsaid.
Of course, that became more of a problem years later when Amber grew into such a perfect little duplicate of her sexpot mother. She flirted with me every time I visited, and while I managed to avoid going too far, she was getting much too convincing for me to manage to resist much longer. The last time I visited when I swam in the family pool she would cuddle her perky little teenage body against mine under the water, sliding my hands under her bathing suit so I could fondle her round, supple breasts or slide my fingers inside her tight little teenage pussy. When I stayed over with the family and watched a movie before we'd all go to bed (and I'd wait until Vicki slipped out her marital bed to join me in the guest room), She'd insist on sitting next to me so she could cuddle under a blanket and her soft hands could slide inside my pajama pants and gently stroke my thickening cock.
When I offered to drop her off at school on my way to the airport, she insisted that we stop on the way so that she could take out my cock and show me just what a good little cocksucker she was. She bobbled her pretty little head over my shaft, sliding her lips down over my length as her tongue wriggled cutely under my head, her saliva leaking down over my length and made it easier for her to stroke me right down to my balls with both hands. The idea that she was sucking a cock that spurted deep inside her own mother so many times certainly was working for me; I wondered if she had some inkling herself of just what my relationship to her mother was, or even that there was a more than reasonable chance that she was sucking off her own father. I couldn't possibly know. When I finally came it was much more than I think she bargained for; it flooded her mouth almost instantly and made her gurgle as she tried to contain it, unable to take any more as I sprayed cum all over her pretty little face and hair. She cleaned herself off as best she could when I dropped her off at school and took off to the airport.
