In Love with Daddy

Taylor

I looked admiringly at the engagement ring Dad had bought for me, and had presented to me tonight. The giant diamond at its center sparkled in the light from the lamp at the side of the couch. I was holding up my hand so as to take a better look at it.

"It's beautiful, Dad," I said. "Breathtaking."

I turned towards him, where he stood against the wall. He and I were both naked, after just having made love on the floor of the living room. He stood there with his arms folded across his large chest, looking down at the ring on my hand, his lips in a slight frown. I lay on the couch, my limp, semen-sticky penis laying against my bare thigh. It was a little cool in the room, and the metal from the heart-shaped necklace around my neck bothered me a little bit. It lay there against one of my nipples.

"Dad, we can get through this," I said, dropping my hand to my side.

He shifted, and his big flaccid penis bounced a little where it hung there in plain sight. He sighed, then said, "Taylor, I don't know if we can get through this."

I grimaced at that, and felt a pang of guilt. I tried to brush it away. "It was a stupid mistake. Well, actually, the guy practically raped me. He is very strong, and I was caught off guard. True, I started to like it—but Dad, I regret that and I am mad at myself for it." I shifted so that I was sitting up on the couch. "You know I am in love with you, and only you. I accept your proposal. We can do a little ceremony if you want. I can buy a white dress for you, and we can go on a honeymoon or something."

"I . . . I love you too," Dad replied, sighing again. "But—"

"You know I'm being sincere," I said, standing up. I slowly stepped towards him. Reaching him, I rested my hands on his hips, and leaned in to kiss him on the neck a few times. Below, I felt the side of my penis against his, and I rocked a little so as to caress his penis with my own.

"I know," Dad said. He put his arms around my back and rested his hands on my shoulder blades. "But you liked it?"

I pulled back so that I could look him in the eyes. "It was just a sexual thing, Dad. It meant nothing. I promise."

Dad put his hands down to his sides, and then said, "Well, what if it's just a sexual thing between us too?"

I searched his eyes to see if he was serious, if he had meant what he had just said. "That can't be true," I said. "What we have is far more than that. It's special. We have a special, unique bond that no one can shatter." I leaned in to kiss him on the mouth but he turned his head.

"But . . . you are my son," he said.

"Your son who is in love with you," I came back. "Your son who wants to also be your wife. I fell so hard for you, Dad."

"Maybe we should just be father and son again," Dad said, finally looking back at me. "I mean, at least for a while . . . We can just see how it goes."

As he said it, his voice started to crack. I saw that his eyes were getting red and that tears would soon flow. He was starting to lose his usually manly, stoic composure. He was losing control.

"I love you," I said desperately, and leaned in full against him. My penis was pressed right against his, and I felt myself stick to him because of the cum we had shared just moments earlier. "I love you," I repeated. "I can't lose you."

"I love you too," he said, his voice weaker now. "Just give me time, for now."

With that, he slowly pushed me away. I felt tears coming into my own eyes now, and started to choke up. I watched as he stepped past me and bent over to pick up his clothes from the floor. He pulled on his boxers, and was putting on his shirt when he said, "You can stay in your old room. The bed should already be made."

"No, I can go somewhere," I said, though I didn't have anywhere particular in mind. "Just let me pack a few things and I will go."

"Hey, you don't have to do that," Dad said as he pulled his shirt down, hiding his chest. "Please, stay here."

"It's okay, thanks," I said. I bent over myself to pick up my panties. "We'll talk soon."

Dad took the rest of his clothes and turned to me, saying, "I'm going upstairs, to head to bed. It's been a long day." He turned around and started towards the stairs.

I dressed myself and then headed upstairs to my bedroom to pick up some more clothes. As I was piling them into one of my duffle bags, I heard a low whimper coming from Dad's room down the hall. He was crying.

I went back downstairs and then stood for a moment in the hall, not sure what to do or, more importantly, where to go now. I got an idea. I pulled out my cell phone, waiting for an answer, and said, "Lauren, I told Dad . . . about me and Jason . . . he is really, really hurt . . . I don't know what to say to him right now. I don't know. He started crying. He's upstairs right now."

Christine

My beautiful sister lay there on the carpet, her cell phone against her ear. She was telling our brother Taylor that we would call him right back. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. Finally she hung up, and put her phone down.

"What happened," I asked.

"He . . . well he told Dad something very upsetting," Lauren started. "Taylor cheated on him."

"Oh no!" I said. "With who? How?"

Lauren scooted over to the couch and sat next to me on the couch. She put her arm around me and leaned in to kiss me a few times. She looked sad, though, and said, "I have to go home . . . I will tell him that he can stay at my place for a while."

"He can stay here," I said as quick as I could. The thought of her leaving me, right now, was unbearable. Not this early. "He can use the room I was about to give to you tonight . . . and you can sleep in my bed."

"Are you sure?" Lauren asked. She leaned in to kiss me again, and this time her hand slid down my side all the way down to my pussy, which was already getting slightly moist again. Our sets of breasts heaved against each other, the nipples colliding, as we made out.

Finally, we broke the long, passionate kiss and Lauren looked down again at her cell phone. She stooped over to pick it up, and I admired her full, gorgeous ass. She called Taylor and told him to come on over, that the kids were out for a few days. She hung up.

"He's on his way," she said.

I caressed her shoulder, and said, "We ought to shower up. We're both filthy."

Lauren smiled at me, and replied giddily, "Yeah, I guess we should take a shower together."

"Just like the time you saw Mom in the shower, right?" I suggested, giggling. "Well, Mommy wants to wash you right now, sweetie pie."

Lauren randomly dove in for a kiss, and it turned into the most long, tender, and lustful kiss we'd ever shared. Her tongue repeatedly slid far into my mouth, caressing my own tongue and then following my teeth. She would then, between each sensuous plunge, pull at my lips with her teeth a little, so that we made a smacking noise.

She pulled away, and then we were left staring into each other's eyes as only lover's can.

"Let's go, Mommy," she said, standing up and taking my hand in hers.

I followed her to the shower and watched again admiringly as she stooped over, this time to turn the dial on the facet. She waited a few moments for the water to heat up, and then stepped under the water. I followed.

Just after I put my head under the water, Lauren turned me around so my back was facing her. She put her arms around my body and pressed her front against me so that I could feel her nipples pressing hard against my back, and her crotch right up against my butt. Her arms went around me right below my breasts, and she squeezed them tight as she pulled herself closer. I took my nipples in my fingers and began to pull and pinch them, feeling the pleasure go very deep down into me, through my whole body.

"Oh Mommy," Lauren said behind me, between kisses on my shoulder. She began to really press herself against me so that her pussy was rubbing against my butt, back and forth, back and forth, again and again, steadily gaining friction. At the same time, one of her hands slid down my stomach to my vagina, where she began to rub at my clit again and slid her fingers in and out.

"Baby, Mommy's here for you," I found myself saying. I gasped as she plunged two of her fingers deep inside of me.

The gasping turned into full on screaming, from both of us, as she continued to both rub her pussy against my butt, squeeze my breasts, and slam her fingers into my own pussy. My whole body practically went into convulsions as I came—but still she wouldn't relent, and so one orgasm became two, then three. The whole thing ended with us both lying down in the tub beneath the warm water from the shower head, hugging and kissing each other and fondling each other's bodies.

Taylor

I stood on the porch in front of Christine's front door, and pushed the doorbell. A moment later and Christine was at the door. She was wearing only a bathrobe, with a towel above her head. She smiled and welcomed me into the house.

I followed her to the living room and sat down on a chair opposite the sofa, where Lauren was sitting at the moment, wearing a T-shirt and short shorts. Her hair was also wet, and so it plastered to her temple a little. Christine sat right next to her and they both looked at me.

"Hey," Lauren said, finally. "How are you doing with all this?"

I looked at Christine, unsure of how much she knew. I asked, "Does . . . Christine know all about—"

"Yes," Lauren said quickly.

"I know," said Christine. "And I am 100 percent supportive, of you both."

"If there is a 'both' now," I said, a tone of bitterness in my voice. "This may be it. It may be over."

"Don't say that," Lauren said, sounding irritated. "You two will work this out."

After a few more minutes of talking, Christine showed me to the guest bedroom where I would be staying for the next couple days. I stepped into the bathroom attached to the room and looked at myself in the mirror. I was disheveled, my hair sticking up in all sorts of random ways, my make-up and lipstick smeared, my top and skirt wrinkled. My sisters must have thought I had gone a little crazy, to be walking around like that at all.

I put the ring Dad had bought for me on the counter, along with the heart-shaped necklace. I stripped off my clothes and entered the warmth of the shower, where I began to scrub myself with a bar of soap. I cleaned all the semen off of my smoothly shaven penis, and made sure to wash behind me, between my butt cheeks. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, which I wrapped around myself after drying off a little. I dropped onto the bed and felt myself weeping some more. I fell asleep moments later.

The next few days passed as if in a dream. Christine and Lauren seemed in good spirits, playing and joking around with each other in the kitchen before breakfast or while preparing dinner—that is, until I would come into the room, and then they would become solemn again. I didn't do much during the day, took some walks out in the backyard, watched a little TV—sometimes alone, and sometimes with my sisters who would sit there on the couch cuddling—and, always, glanced at my phone to see if Dad had called. I wondered what he was doing right now.

Jason

I was on my knees fucking a boy from behind, plunging my cock in rhythmic motions into and then out of his smooth, round ass, while another boy, his best, childhood friend, was leaning with his back up against the huge pillows getting his penis sucked by the boy I was fucking. Kind of a complicated situation, but that's how I roll. Both were 18 years old, and freshmen in college. I had found them last night at a gay bar, and had seduced them and brought them home with me.

The boy against the pillows was cumming, apparently, right into his friend's mouth. His body had gone into a bizarre shape and he was moaning. I was satisfied to see that the boy doing the sucking was swallowing it. He must have liked it—well, that with a combination of my huge cock in his ass—because a moment later and he, too, was cumming, except his seed was being sprayed all over the blanket below us. As for me, I had stamina, and so I continued to fuck the boy, harder and harder, for another 4 or 5 minutes before dropping my load into his ass.

Afterwards we all lay there against those pillows, one boy beneath each of my arms, our legs intertwined and the smell of semen in the air. I was out of breath, panting, while these two boys were near falling asleep. I admired their young faces and bodies, so thin compared to my muscular body. Their penises were so small too, especially compared to my penis—which was just now going flaccid and beginning to shrivel up.

I glanced at the table beside the bed and saw that I had received a text message. I leaned over the boy on that side and picked up my phone and looked at the screen. It was a number I didn't recognize, but the message said: "We have to talk. This is Taylor's dad."

Taylor's Dad? The Taylor I work with? I remembered his dad, and I remembered too their little secret—that they were fuck buddies or something. I admit that the whole thing turned me on, and that they were both very good looking guys, the son and the father, but what did he want to talk to me about?

I texted him back to ask why he wanted to talk, and he replied a few minutes later saying that he wanted to meet in person. I shrugged and said he could come over to my place tomorrow morning if he wanted. I'd be free. He confirmed it, and so I put my phone back onto the bedside table and lay back against the pillows with my two little boys.

"Sleep on, little ones," I said, kissing one forward and then the other. "Sleep on."

Will

I knocked on the door and a moment later Jason appeared. He was naked except for the yoga pants he wore, pants which outlined his package. His chest was beautiful, chiseled and muscular, and his face was as manly yet fine as a Greek god's. I felt a stir of lust for him, but quickly pushed it away and met his eyes.

"Come in," he said, motioning for me to enter.

I followed him into the kitchen, where two young men were already sitting at the counter. They were both naked, though I could only see them from the side due to the counter. One of them was holding his strip of bacon up upon his fork, playfully trying to stick in the other boy's open mouth. They were giggling.

"Um, do you mind if we talk in private?" I asked, glancing back towards Jason.

Jason stood in front of the stove, never turning, and then said, "Hey boys, can you take that into the living room? I'll be in in a minute."

"Okay, baby," one of the boys said.

They took their plates and dropped from the stools onto the tile floor below. I watched them as they passed me to go into the living room next door. As soon as they were gone, I spoke up, "This is about Taylor . . . and what happened between you too the other day . . . I got your number from his phone a while back. I hope you don't mind . . . "

Jason turned around, holding a pan in one hand and a skillet in the other. He said, "Please, sit down. Do you like bacon? Want me to make you an omlet?"

"No . . . no thank you," I said. I did sit down though, in one of the two chairs where the naked boys had been sitting just now.

Jason put the pan and the skillet down, and then stepped towards the counter so that he was just opposite me. He put his hands down upon the counter and said, "Okay, what about it?"

"I . . ." I started, unsure of quite what to ask. "I just need to find out what really happened that night, at the hospital."

"I fucked him," Jason said bluntly. "And he liked it. What else do you want to know?"

I felt a pang of jealously, and the same sadness I had felt so painfully last night.

"Um, so was it, consensual?" I asked. "I mean, did he do it willfully?"

Jason chuckled, and shook his head. "Are you sure you don't want some bacon? I made a few too many strips, and I'm a strict dieter, you know."

I felt a flush of anger creep into me, and so I said, "Please, Jason, just tell me: did you rape my son, as he claims?"

Jason grimaced and then bent over, hooked his thumbs beneath the top of his yoga pants, and in one motion he pushed them towards the floor. He was fully exposed in front of me now, as he stood up straight again. His penis, flaccid though it was, was massive—far, far bigger than mine. I was mesmerized by it, how beautifully it hung there against his thigh. Truly godlike.

"Look, man, I am fuckin' hung," Jason said now. "So what? Maybe I did rape him or whatever, but he couldn't help but like it. You couldn't help but like it too, if I raped you right now, huh, old man? You know it's true. Dudes and ladies worship me."

I glanced again at his penis, and then realized that I had my answer. I felt a wave of relief. I looked back up at him and said, "That's all I need to know, thanks."

"What, are you guys pressing charges or something?" Jason asked. "I have a laywer you can talk to if that's the case."

"No," I said. "No charges." I stood up from the stool and headed towards the front door. From my side I heard one of the boys in the living room ask what was going on. Without turning around again, I opened the front door and headed out into the sun again.

Taylor

I was sitting there on Christine's couch watching TV when I got a call—from Dad. I didn't know if I should answer it, or let it go to voicemail. Reluctantly, I pressed the green button and held the phone against the side of my head.

"Dad?"

"It's me, son," Dad said. "I think we should talk."

"Really?" I asked, feeling a bit nervous about what this could mean. "When? Where?"

"Can you meet up today? Maybe, at noon?"

"Umm, sure. Over there?"

"If you are okay with that," Dad said. He sounded like he was about to say more, but he stopped short.

"Okay."

"Great, well, see you soon."

I sat there for another moment before Lauren and Christine came into the room. They sat down next to me on the couch and Lauren patted me on the shoulder. "Who was that? Was that Dad?"

"Yes, actually, it was," I replied.

"Good news?" Christine asked.

"Maybe."

Lauren hugged me and said, "Well, I knew it would work out. Good luck!"

"Yeah, good luck," Christine chimed in. "Lauren is leaving today too, has to go back to work."

Lauren's face became a little serious and she turned towards Christine. They looked at each other for a moment, and then exchanged a little nod. Lauren turned towards me again and said, "Taylor, we have something to tell you."

My interest was piqued. I said, "Sure."

"Well, you see . . ." Lauren began, struggling for words. "Me and Christine are lesbian . . . and we been seeing one another."

Christine nudged her sister playfully, and added, "Seeing A LOT of one another, you mean."

Lauren smiled at her and then looked again at me. "We are in love . . . we think. Just like you and Dad. We . . . we want to see where this goes."

I was shocked, especially since Christine didn't seem like the type to be into this type of thing—but I found myself smiling and saying, "Oh, well cool! I am glad you guys have that too."

"So are we," Christine said, putting her arm around Lauren. "We knew you'd understand."

We talked for another few minutes before I remembered that I should probably take a shower and get dressed up and packed for my meeting with Dad in a couple hours. I left Christine and Lauren on the couch, cuddling and whispering and kissing each other giddily.

After showering, I chose a modest, practically knee length sun dress, and put on some light make up and lipstick after doing my hair. I was about to put on some heels, but instead chose simple flats. I put some spray into my hair and I was finally ready. All except for the heart-shaped necklace, which I put on now, and the engagement ring, which I also put on. I was ready.