Edited by Roadie Joe
(The following is a fictional piece based on mature material between consensual adults. No fictional characters were harmed or abused during the making of this piece. If at any point in time while reading you find yourself to become irritated, nauseated, offended or start to suffer from any mental ailment, discontinue reading immediately and find yourself a book. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.)
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The keyboard responds more easily as I pluck at them this time. It's funny how I divulge secret parts of my life to these tiny letters yet keep them far from people. I'm sure my computer monitor screen can see the wide smile across my face as I type away. The letters on my keyboard lie there in anticipation, waiting for my story to unfold itself. The same anticipation fills my soul to put words to the events that have changed my life. Whether it is for the better or worse I've yet to find out. What I do know is that these momentous incidents will not be forgotten. They were as much unexpected as they were dangerous. And to be completely honest, I do have my fears of what is still to be discovered and experienced. I doubt very much that these choices are over.
It has been over three weeks since that Sunday afternoon. Lilly and I have been like kids again. Easy for her to do, but for 'Freshly Forty-year-old' like myself... Well, it is a little bit more unnatural. Not to mention the ever present thought that she is, in fact, my daughter. But then again, it seems more of a fuel than a repellent now-a-days. What was far from normal for most households had become a sick routine for us. However, we knew there were some boundaries to avoid. Helen was one.
My wife went by every day as if nothing had changed in the household. Nothing she knew of at least. I was afraid the truth would be far too much for her. Therefore, Lilly and I had sworn ourselves to secrecy. This kind of act could land us both in the most troubled waters. I'm sure Helen did notice several small signs however. Signs that we never could hide.
Obviously, the relationship between Lilly and me had grown tremendously. We seemed to laugh more. The muscles in my face hurt from the constant smiles that met my face. When we were alone together, there was nothing civilized between us. The sex was amazing. I don't know where she learned how to do the things she did, but I'll be damned if it wasn't great. I hadn't felt a woman so tight since High School, which made sense when you think about it because I was, after all, fucking a High School senior. Oh how I wished I could tell the guys at the next poker game.
I wasn't aware of it at the time, but the winds were shifting once more.
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If I ever meet the person who created the wretched sound alarm clocks make, I swear on all things holy that I will force the damn thing so far down his throat that his balls will blink. I reached over a smacked the 'Off' switch as the clock blared the arrival of 6 AM. I welcomed the silence that sank into the room.
Since that weekend, I find myself welcoming the morning. Routines seem more blissful than mundane. In no time, I was ready to go down stairs with Helen. We sat at the kitchen table as the morning light stretched across its surface. I had a fresh cup of coffee in one hand and a morning paper in the other. Helen was trying to get a head start on her day by glancing over some documents from the firm. It wasn't long until Lilly danced down the stairs.
I tried with all my might to keep from watching her as she skipped around the bend. The long T-shirt she wore hinted to the lack of underwear beneath. I tried so very hard to keep my wits.
"Morning Mom," Lilly chirped as she kissed Helen on the cheek. She leaned over to me to do the same. I fought the urge to gaze upon her as she closed in. The neck line of her shirt falling open allowing me to behold her bare breasts if I so dared.
"Morning Daddy," she said as she kissed my cheek as well. To anyone else, it may have appeared innocent and sweet. It felt like a sweet fire. My eyes looked to Helen as Lilly pulled back. Apparently we seemed to be living normally regardless of how thick the subtext was. Helen was deep in concentration with her files. She must have a new client.
Back to the paper I went as I took a big sip from my mug. Immediately, the searing heat of the coffee plastered itself to my tongue. I jerked back, awake more from pain than caffeine. My tongue tingled as the tiny shards of pain rippled inside my mouth. I should have known better, I never like my coffee that hot.
As I looked down, I noticed that in my rash retreat from the cup, a couple drops of java had landed on my tie. What a way to start the day! I shook my head as I reached out and snatched a napkin off the table before me. Being ever so careful not to smear it, I dabbed at the droplets and watched the color lighted. Got to be more careful, Jack.
As I tossed the used napkin back onto the table, I noticed something different with Helen. No longer was she reading her files, but staring off to her right. Whatever had caught her gaze was something strong for she seemed to completely have missed my little fiasco with the coffee heated in the fires of hell. Curious, I followed her gaze only to catch my breath.
On the other side of the kitchen was our sweet daughter. She had her back to us as she tried to reach into the top cupboard. As she did so, that Night-shirt of hers crept further up her body. I couldn't be sure whether or not she was aware of it, but Helen and I certainly were. I immediately tried to avert my eyes for fear of being caught by my wife, yet Helen seemed more transfixed than me. What's more, after twenty years of marriage, I know when my wife is turned on. She showed all the signs as she stared at our daughter.
My eyes traveled back to Lilly only to see that the edge of her shirt had risen past the soft curve of her firm buttocks. There, nestled neatly between those wondrous thighs, was the sweet pussy of our daughter.
The sight didn't last long as Lilly finally reached the glasses. She brought herself back down and set it one on the counter, completely unaware of our voyeurism. I could just barely hear Helen's heavy breathing. Our eyes were glued to our daughter as she moved to the 'fridge and opened the door. Her shirt rose once more as she bent over to reach for the milk. Once more her treasures were put on display. The very same sight I have seen oh so frequently.
That familiar sensation of an awakening beast came over me. Blood began to pump once more. But through all of this, the thought of my wife watching Lilly was the greatest fuel. I've seen Lilly, but I have not seen Helen like this. Her chest was heaving against the tight blouse she wore. Her lips parted as her breath escaped them. She is such a beautiful creature!
As if she sensed my gaze, her eyes turned suddenly to me. Her face flushed red as she quickly went back to her files.
Lilly poured herself a glass and returned the milk to the fridge. The cold air had caused her nipples to be completely rigid as she began to strut out of the room with her beverage She gave us a big grin. Was her show innocent or intentional?
We heard her footsteps trail up the stairs. We stared off into space as we listened to the bathroom door close and the sound of the shower turn on.
Suddenly, Helen jumped out of her chair and stood before me. Forcefully, she grasped my tie and pulled me to her lips. She fell into my lap, pressing her body against mine. A moan escaped our lips only to be trapped in the other's mouth. I hadn't seen her like this in a very long while.
Helen pressed her forehead to mine as our lips parted. She panted heavily as she began to quickly undo her pants.
"Get those pants off now, Jack!" she demanded. My cock was so hard it hurt. I followed suit and began to undo my fly.
Helen hopped out of my lap and removed her slacks and panties at once. Her sex glistened in the morning light as she laid her back against the table and spread her legs. As I took my own pants off, she began to rub herself furiously.
"Hurry, Jack. Get that beautiful cock into me!" She moaned as my member bounced free from his prison. I moved up close to her with my pants around my ankles. She spread her lips apart. She was so wet it was beautiful.
