"What the hell are you talking about?" I screamed at my daughter who was sitting on the sofa across from my recliner. "You are my daughter and don't you forget it!"
"But..."
"No but's, girly. You are walking on very dangerous ground here and I don't think you know what you are doing or asking me to do."
"Daddy, please let me explain."
"What's to explain? You want me to actually commit incest not only with you but also with my granddaughter? Helen, that is not only sick but...well, it's also perverted. I thought I had raised you better than that. What were..."
About this time, Helen stood up with eyes blazing and yelled at me, "Just shut the fuck up! Let me have a minute or two to explain myself. OK?"
I sputtered in shock. Helen had never in her life raised her voice to me before that moment in time. I ended up just sitting in my recliner waiting for her to speak, but with fire in my eyes that could, at that moment, probably have matched the fire in Helen's eyes.
"Now sit there, Daddy, and fucking listen to what I have to say before you fucking condemn me." She glared at me daring me to open my mouth. I just sat there "First of all, I know I am your daughter and secondly I don't give a fucking damn about incest. A cock is a cock and a cunt is a cunt. One needs to fill a hole and the other needs something to fill it. Mom died of that cancer almost a year ago and, if I am not mistaken from what you have or have not said, you haven't been fucked since she passed. Well, Donald and I haven't had sex in almost two years and during that time the fucker has been seeing his secretary on the side when he said he was working late or had to go in on Saturdays to catch up on his work. The final straw was when he tried to fuck Lisa five minutes after refusing to fuck me. I finally told the son-of-a-bitch to move out and stay out. The divorce was final last week. The one thing I didn't figure was that he would get a lawyer who could actually find a way for him to stop the house payments. My fucking house is going into foreclosure and Lisa and I will be on the street with no place to stay. You have a house. I need a house for me and my eighteen year old daughter. Your cock needs to be fucked. My cunt needs to be fucked. It's a win-win situation if you let it happen. What's the matter, aren't I good enough for you?"
I looked at my daughter. At 36 she was still a sexy wench who was about five foot two in her bare feet. Her slim frame holds about 105 pounds of solid meat--three days a week at the local gym has made sure of that. Helen's flaming red hair and green eyes would captivate any man and I was not immune to her charms. Even before my wife had died, I had often thought about sucking on Helen's B-cup tits and fucking the hell out of her pussy until we both came together, with my cum dripping out of her overflowing cunt.
"Yeah, you're good enough for me. Hell, truth be told, I've wanted to fuck you since you were eighteen. I knew you and Donald had more than a few problems, but you haven't exactly kept me in the loop have you? I had no idea he was fucking around on you. Helen, you just surprised me. I can half way understand something happening between us, but how does Lisa figure into your plans for us?"
"I'm sorry about keeping you in the dark, but I figured that with Mom dying so suddenly you didn't need any more on your plate. Lisa, Daddy dearest, is something that we have to work out. She wants you to take her cherry."
"What? Why would she want me to do something like that? Doesn't she have a boyfriend willing enough to stick his dick in her?"
"Yes, she has a boyfriend who has tried for the past three months to get past first base with her and who she won't let get past first base. She wants it to be you to take her cherry because she knows that you'd be gentle with her and that you love her enough to make her first time something special. I also know that she dreams about you taking her cherry."
"How do you know that?"
"Lisa talks in her sleep and she has been sleeping in my bed a lot...ever since I threw that fucking Donald out."
Lisa is an eighteen year old carbon copy of her mother except, as I had learned from my forays into the laundry basket while I was visiting them three years or so back, she only had an A-cup set of tits. She was also only about five feet two or three inches tall but slim as a reed. I really wished at times that I had her metabolism, but knew that those days were well behind me. Well, she sure changed from the A-cup fifteen year old to what she was today. Today, she is a knockout and would get a rise out of a dead man--and, I definitely was not a dead man.
Myself? I am about five feet nine inches and weigh about 225. While I am heavy for my height, I am not overly flabby. Three days a week at the golf course makes sure of that. Ah, the joys of retirement at a young age. I had made a bundle of money in the stock market and thus became able to retire when I was 45. Now, at 54, I am enjoying the good life and knew that I would help my daughter and granddaughter in any way I could. Obviously, money wasn't a problem.
My immediate problem was my hardening cock making its presence known down the right leg of my walking shorts. I quickly grabbed a newspaper to drape over my erection, hoping my daughter hadn't seen my excitement at the prospect of fucking her in every possible way. A glance at Helen made me wonder if I had been quick enough with my camouflage. She was smiling like the proverbial Cheshire cat.
"Helen, I'll think about it. When do you have to be out of the house?"
"By the end of the month."