Daughters Dilemma

Holly Simpson just turned 18

Deborah Simpson, Mum 40

Richard Simpson, Dad 46

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"Mum, I just don't know how to say this but I need your help," Holly said, sitting on her bed with her mother next to her.

"Oh, my. What's the matter, dear? Sounds bad," her mother replied, naturally concerned.

"It's very personal...and I know you're gonna get real mad."

"I won't dear. You know you can talk to me about anything," Deborah remained patient, but she was dying to know what was troubling her one-and-only daughter. At the same time she didn't want to seem too alarmed for scaring away her daughter.

"You have to promise me you won't get mad," Holly played for time.

"Holly, dear, I promise I won't get mad. Now PLEASE, tell me what's the matter. You're not pregnant, are you?!" Deborah blurted out, unable to help her self.

"No, MUM!" she admonished, and then added, "That's just it."

"What's it?"

"I'm not pregnant because I haven't even had sex yet," Holly said indignantly.

"Well, that's good, isn't it? You've only just turned 18," she sighed in relief. "I'm glad you're..." mother stopped short, suddenly aware that it's not the right thing to say; though she WAS relieved that it wasn't the worst nightmare for a parent regarding their young daughter.

"That I'm still a virgin?"

Deborah didn't answer.

"Mum, I WANT to have sex. I need to have sex. I rub myself every night to get off, but it just doesn't satisfy. I need a cock, mum." There, she said it.

Deborah stared in shock. Was this her daughter talking? She'd never heard the young teenager speak this explicitly. She felt like berating the young teenager for being so rude and to mind her language, but her mother's instincts told her this wasn't the time. She saw her daughter breathing heavily, staring back at her expectantly, even a little scared.

"Um...I see," was all Deborah could muster. This was NOT what she expected. She felt out of her depth, not sure how she should respond. But realising she's the mother, she added, "So that's what's bothering you?"

"YES!" Holly almost shouted in frustration, but not at her mother.

"It's natural at your young age to get these feelings and urges. You just...," she realised what she was about to say and it didn't feel comfortable.

"What?" Holly asked, frustration in her voice.

"Well, you know. What you said. You just...," Deborah was too embarrassed, as a mum, to say it to her daughter.

"Masturbate? Rub myself?"

"Well, yes...," Deborah replied meekly, not making a good job of being a mother.

"I already said it, I rub myself down there almost EVERY NIGHT. It just doesn't help," Holly explained. She was talking loudly, unable to hide her desperation.

"But you were just 17 last week, aren't you a bit too young for sex?"

"I'm 18 now."

Deborah sighed. Children grow up so fast.

"Couldn't you get a boyfriend?" Against her better judgement she had to say it. It just came out on hearing her little daughter's desperation. But of course she was happy that her teenage daughter was still a virgin, unlike probably all the other...teenagers; probably her friends as well, who probably are already starting to sleep around, or at least getting up to naughty things in secret.

"Mum, I don't trust the boys. They just want to screw you and brag and are SO inconsiderate. They're just so...so...oooohh! My friends tell me how they've regretted having sex."

"Yes, young boys can be like that. Which is why...," she stopped herself putting her foot in it. "Surely not all boys are like that," Mum said quite logically.

"And how do I find THAT out? After I've fucked them all? And then pick the best?"

"Holleeeee...!" Mum wailed in shock at her daughter's language.

"Well? How am I gonna know who's a good fuck?" Holly didn't care. She just was so frustrated at not getting the sexual relief that she needed. Yes, that's what she needed, a good fuck.

Deborah opened her mouth to protest once more, but decided against it. Holly clearly needed to get things off her chest; so she's going to have to endure some crude language from her teenage daughter.

"Have...have you thought about...you know...toys?" her cheeks went red.

"Mum, I'd like to experience the natural way to loose my virginity. I don't want to stick some rubbery-thing up there. Well, not yet, anyway. And I'm sure it'll be just like rubbing myself, you know just like doing it myself."

Yes, Deborah knew what Holly meant. "Then what DO you want, honey? How can I help you? I can see it is really troubling you," Debora said as she reached out and sympathetically touched Holly's hand. She was really at a lose as to how she can help her frustrated daughter. This subject was desperately making her uncomfortable, more so than her daughter, it would appear. She thought she's escaped the worst of her daughter's teenage years. She was WRONG.

"Mum, if I don't get to fuck I'll just die. Masturbating just is not enough. I have my hand in my knickers all the time trying to cum."

Deborah stayed silent; her head was spinning at the words coming out of her daughter's mouth. But she was hoping her attentive silence will encourage Holly to spit it out, it looked like Holly wanted to say something; may be all this was just a way to lead up to it. Besides she didn't know what to say herself, anyway; there's no training for mothers on how to handle these kinds of sexual problems with ones child. She just felt so uncomfortable about the language her daughter was using. She didn't want to admit it but naughty pictures were flashing in her mind about her daughter in her bed with her hand in her knickers. It was making her own knickers wet.

After a pause Holly spoke again.

"There's only one person I trust enough," Holly said carefully, breathing really hard and biting her lower lip, trying to find courage to speak on.

"Go on," Deborah encouraged, finally feeling hopeful at finding out what's on Holly's mind; happy that there may be a solution for her daughter's problems.

"Dad," Holly blurted out quickly...and held her breath for all hell to break loose.

Deborah stared at her daughter confused. "Dad? What do you mean?"

"I only trust Dad enough," Holly thought that was clear enough.

"It's good you trust Dad. But what's he got to do with anything?" Deborah felt somehow hurt that her husband may be able to help where as, SHE, as a mother wouldn't be able to help her daughter with her personal womanly matters.

"I would feel safe with Dad. I know he won't hurt me. I know how good he is with you..." Holly looked down now in embarrassment.

"Yes, he is a good man. But why are we talking about him? How can he help when I can't?"

Deborah saw her daughter staring directly at her now, frowning, and showing signs of frustration again at not being understood; clearly debating something in her head.

"I want Dad to fuck me. I want to fuck Dad. I want him to satisfy my need to fuck."

The world stopped spinning. Everything was still, no sound, no movement.

"Mum?" Holly finally spoke, now even more afraid that all hell has not broken loose. Holly was afraid. This looked bad. "Please say something." Holly was no longer the boisterous teenager anymore.

"Are you crazy? Do you know what you're saying, young girl? Don't be so disgusting." Deborah was very stern. She was trying very hard to keep her emotions in check. It took all her energy from slapping her daughter.

"Mum, I know how good he's with you. I can hear all those noises you make when you and Dad are f...making love and..."

"You can hear us?!!" Deborah was aghast, covering her mouth in shock and embarrassment. In a flash her anger evaporated.

"Yes. I even lie naked on my bed listening to you two having sex and thinking how lucky you are at having Dad to fuck you whenever you need it."

"Holly Simpson! You mustn't talk like that. That's incredibly rude. And anyway, you know that's what married couples do!"

"I wish Dad would fuck me like that and make me feel like that. I know how much you like it; I can hear it into my room when it's quiet at night. I can hear you and Dad making those noises and hear the bed. I guess I know why you love Dad so much." There was a knowing smile on her face.

"That's enough! Get a boyfriend, young lady," Deborah was getting defensive and a little annoyed with her daughter again. She was incredibly embarrassed as well. In the throes of sex it never occurred to her that they could be heard.

"We've been through that."

"You find a good boyfriend by dating, going out with him for a while. Get to know him. That's how you find a boyfriend. You don't jump into bed the first time you go out. I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"I've tried. I haven't found anyone I like. In the mean time I need to fuck. BADLY!"

"Do you actually know what you are saying?"

"I've thought about nothing else, Mum," Holly was almost in tears. Then she did start to cry. "Mum, I'm not trying to take Dad away form you. I love you both very, VERY much. I love it that Dad loves you and that he makes you very happy, when he's fucking you and even when he's not fucking you. I'm really happy for you. I wish one day I will find someone like Dad. Maybe Dad can show me what good sex is like. What I should look for in a boy. Someone who can fuck like Dad."

"Oh, my baby," Deborah melted seeing her beautiful daughter in pain. She hugged her tightly. Her crying, seeing her in so much distress, overshadowed her shocking language.

"You and Dad fuck so much I'm surprised you didn't give me a brother. If I did have a brother I could have asked him to fuck me, and I wouldn't have to bother Dad."

"Oh, MY!" Deborah was speechless; aghast at what her daughter was saying; at her desperation that drove her to say such things; and at the possibility that Holly would fuck her brother in secret. All this made Deborah's head spin. Would that have been better than Holly fucking her Dad? But unknown to Holly Deborah was also hurt at being reminded of not being able to have another child, even after so much trying. Yes, they had fucked a lot, without success, trying to get pregnant.

Holly saw that her Mum was listening now. She saw a chink. She wiped her own tears away and sat back a bit, but still holding her mother's hands.

"Look, if I'm hungry you'd feed me, if I fall over you'd try to heal me, and if I'm in some other trouble you'd help me." Holly looked at her mother with wet doleful eyes. "Mum, I know this is really crazy and I'm sorry to put you in this position. I know it's not a normal thing a daughter would ask."

Deborah was staggered by her young daughter's logic. How can one argue with that? Holly sounded so much older. But then something just occurred to Deborah. "Does you father know about how you feel?" she asked in panic.

"No, Mum! I'm talking to you first. I'm asking for your permission before I talk to Dad."

NOW Deborah understood. Her amazing precious daughter was actually first asking her permission to allow Richard to fuck her. She could have gone behind her back and seduced her father. Deborah now looked at her daughter very keenly. She saw the abundant luxurious hair beautifully styled, the pretty face with almond eyes, the very full bust -- displayed in a tight straining top -- the ubiquitous short teen skirt (too short!) showing off her beautiful smooth round thighs and the rest of her legs. She was beautiful. No doubt. Yes, Richard would find it difficult to say no to such a pretty girl, even if she was his daughter.

"Oh, now I see," Deborah said, caressing Holly's head. "But honey, how can I give permission for something like that? He's my husband. Only he and I are supposed to...you know."

"And he's my Dad. Isn't he supposed to help me when I need him? Please Mum," Holly pleaded, once more holding her mother tightly and resting her head on her shoulders, trying to elicit the most maternal instinct from her mother. "I really need to fuck."

"Honey, this is just so unusual."

"Please, Mum. I promise to look for a boyfriend while Dad is helping me. That way it would give me time to look and not jump in bed with the next boy I go out with just so I can get fucked. That makes sense, doesn't it?"

"I guess so, in a crazy sort of way. Jesus. This is so crazy." That really does make sense. How has her little daughter become so clever?

"Really?! You agree?! Yippeeee! I love you, Mum," Holly shrieked and started to kiss her Mum all over her face." They both toppled backwards on the bed, Holly landing on top of her mother.

"Hey! I didn't say that! Not with ME!!" Deborah said, giggling. How can one not feel joy at seeing your troubled child feeling happy? They both laughed loudly.

"Thank you, thank you, mum," Holly said kissing her mother all over her face some more, still lying on top of her mum, not caring that her tits were mashed flat against her mother's equally ample tits.

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Holly and her mum and dad sat around the small breakfast table on a Saturday morning after breakfast.

"So, what's this about, Deborah? Why the mystery?" Richard asked happily.

"Honey, Holly has something to ask you. She has asked me first for permission. After a long conversation, I have reluctantly agreed to what she's asking. See how you feel," Deborah laid the foundation.

"Wow, this is really intriguing," Richard said, still in high spirits. "Shoot, Holly, what's on your mind."

"Dad, please don't be mad. Just listen to what I have to say. I hope you'll agree."

"Deal. I won't be mad," he said, sitting up with a big cheesy smile spread across his face, trying to lighten her daughter's mood. She's obviously in some trouble, he thought.

Holly basically said the same things she told her mother. And she got similar replies from her father. But under the table his cock stood joyously to attention as it heard Holly's predicament and was ready to gallantly assist. However, Richard put up resistance as he thought he would be expected to like any father, especially in the presence of his wife.

"Do you know what you're asking, Holly? And above all it's illegal," he countered. Then turning to his wife, "And you're actually agreeing to this?"

"Is it not for the best? To help her? It will only be for a little while until she finds a boy she can trust, feels comfortable with...you know a boyfriend. Of course I think it's a crazy idea but we don't want her to just jump in bed with anybody just for a fuck."

"What?!" Richard was shocked to hear his wife swear in front of their daughter.

"We're all grown ups here, and she knows all about the naughty words, don't you think?" Deborah said. "And don't tell me you would give up the chance to get inside our daughter's knickers. I'm recalling all the times..."

"Alright, alright. We don't have to get into that in front of her," Richard interrupted his wife, embarrassed at the possibility of disclosing their bedroom fantasies to their daughter. "But it's Illegal. I could go to jail."

"I won't tell anyone, Dad."

"We've discussed this already, honey. She won't mention it to her best friends either," Deborah said.

Richard was still uneasy. He somehow felt a trap, like as if her wife was testing him. He said as much.

"No, Honey. I swear this is not about us. I am NOT trying to test you to see if you love me. And I will not leave you if you fuck our daughter."

He just stared at his wife. This had to be a fantasy. A dream, he thought. And to hear his wife utter such words was just too unbelievable.

"So you won't get the hump if, say I f...If I have sex with Holly and then I can't...you know...do it with you coz I'm tired out?"

"I understand that in the beginning it's gonna be so new for both of you that you'll probably fuck a lot and hard. I'll take a backseat for a while and read a book or something to keep myself busy at bed time whilst you both quench her thirst."

"You're incredible. Just incredible, Debs."

"Look, I've thought long and hard about this. And I can't see any other way. She's got to that age when her body gets the itch down there and masturbating is just not enough. THAT I can understand. It just feels like you need something in THERE...you know," Deborah pointed to her crotch. "As a woman I know that nothing but a proper fuck will relieve that urge. And I just don't want our daughter to go out there and fuck any boy. I'd rather you help her."

"Looks like you two have already decided this for me. But how can it work?"

"It's simple. On weekdays go to her room at night and help her out - you know, do your thing with her - before coming to bed with me. But at weekends there'll be more time so give her as much as she needs. Of course I'll get her on the pill but first we need to get condoms for you, honey. Hope they do large size," and she giggled at her own joke, but Richard and Holly felt embarrassed, for different reasons.

"Wow!" Richard exclaimed, still disbelieving that this was actually true.

"Well? Will you do it?" Deborah asked as she sneakily reached under the table and grabbed her husband's cock over his loose shorts. She was not surprised to find it was hard. She stroked it as she leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Don't lie to me, I know you want to. I can feel it!" Then she slipped her hand up inside the shorts' loose leg -- he wasn't wearing underwear today - and grabbing his raging raw cock she stroked him some more.

"Ok!" he blurted out.

"Yipeeee!" Holly cried out in jubilation. She came running around the table, just as her mother removed her hand from her husband's lap. She kissed her father all over his face and then sat down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Er...you're welcome," he said, feeling bemused.

It was then that Holly felt something hard poking her bottom. And she realised what it was, and she was thrilled.

"You know, it is weekend now, you know," the young minx said in her honey dripping sweet voice.

"Just hold on there a minute. We did just talk about condoms, didn't we?" Deborah said. "Honey, I think you need to go and buy some."

"A BIG packet. Lots of BIG packets!" Holly enthused, bouncing up and down on her father's lap, fully aware of his hard cock poking her.

"Holly, I just need to have a talk with you, remind you about something. Please listen."

"Sure, Mummy."

It occurred to Deborah how Holly's demeanour has changed from a grumpy teenager to a happy little girl. But she needed to have this talk with her daughter.

"Holly..." she didn't know how to begin.

"Yes, Mummy?" Holly swiveled a little to face her mother, sitting with her back to her father now.

"You know, doing it the first time can be painful?" Deborah began, and proceeded to have her mother-daughter sex talk.

Meanwhile Richard listened to the surreal conversation of how he was going to be taking his own daughter's virginity and how he needs to be hard and she needs to be wet for easier entry. He held onto his daughter on his lap, painfully aware of his hard cock poking his daughter between her legs. She must know, he thought. He held her with his right hand high up on her smooth thigh, the other hand around her, just below her breasts, he was sure his thumb was grazing the underwire of her bra. He was very really aware of his daughter's soft young body pressed up against him. It took all his strength to stop himself from grabbing her tit and sliding his hand up her skirt. He now realised that her mini skirt had flared out as she rushed to sit on his lap meaning the skirt wasn't under her; it was her knickers that was directly rubbing his crotch!

Richard had a hard time -- literally -- from preventing himself of making a mess in his trousers.

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And so he bought the condoms as he was ordered to do and was sitting on his daughter's bed with her beside him, holding one such packet in his hand. He was in his pyjamas and she in her thigh-length nightie, sitting next to him; both fidgeting wondering how to proceed. He couldn't help taking quick glimpses of her exposed thighs.