Jane Forshaw walked down the elegant hallway of her large country mansion, her heels clicking on the opulent marble flooring with each dainty step. The house was alive with the sounds of a large gathering. The party was for her daughter Sarah's 21st birthday and the Forshaw's had invited what seemed like an army of people to celebrate the occasion. She smiled as she looked around at all the people laughing and talking. There was dancing in some rooms to loud music and even a limbo contest going on in the garden. Some of the younger guests had spilled out of the house to the pool area and she could hear the splashing and revelry as everyone seemed to be having a good time.
Jane passed a mirror and saw her svelte and petite form reflected back. Pausing, she leaned in and checked her hair and makeup but it was immaculate as ever. Her auburn tresses were coiffed to perfection and the subtle makeup accentuated her dazzling green eyes and plump lips, whilst still allowing the smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks to be seen. Happy with what she saw, Jane continued her wandering and mingling until she found her husband Paul who was talking to his brother and mother in the kitchen.
"Is everything ok here? Can I get anyone anything?" she said.
"Yes, we're all fine my dear. Everything is lovely. I can't believe my little granddaughter is all grown up. So beautiful. It makes my heart fill with joy!"
"Takes after her mother!" interjected her brother in law, grinning.
Jane laughed.
"You flatterer, you!"
"Stop flirting with my wife David!" Paul punched his brother playfully in the arm and then turned to his wife.
"We could do with some more wine darling. Some good wine I mean. Would you be a sweetheart and grab a couple of bottles of Chablis from the cellar please? I'll keep the guests entertained! Oh, and see if you can find the birthday girl. I haven't seen her for a while although she's probably with her friends having fun."
"Okay darling, but I want you to properly mingle. Don't just stay in here. Have you spoken to my dad yet?"
"I haven't seen him since the cake cutting. He'll be fine!" replied Paul.
"He's probably chatting up some honey somewhere" laughed David.
Jane smiled and nodded her assent before turning and making her way through the melee of people to the back of the kitchen into the adjacent pantry, then on through the utility room before shortly arriving at the top of the spiral staircase that led down to the wine cellar. Holding onto the smooth metal of the handrail, she slowly began her descent down the winding stairs. She was a little tipsy and the heels she'd chosen for the evening to complement her simple black dress were not suited to the metal stairs, although they made her legs look long and sexy. She decided to remove them and leave them on the top step to retrieve upon her return. As she carefully made her way down the remaining steps her stocking-clad thighs rubbed together, creating a heat between her legs that made her cheeks glow. By the time she was at the bottom, her legs were trembling slightly. She softly padded along the small corridor that led to the wine cellar but as she approached the door she heard a loud moan coming from around the corner that stopped her in her tracks.
Is someone down here? Are they fooling around?
Jane blushed and felt a tingle between her legs as her nipples puckered at the thought. Part of her considered giving a loud cough to announce her presence, but a stronger impulse gripped her. She wanted to see who it was. She wanted to watch. She tiptoed toward the open door and peeked around the corner to get a better look. She was immediately disappointed, as from that vantage point she could only make out the back of a man who she glimpsed though the gaps of the wine racks. It did however allow her further ingress into the cellar itself and she found herself crouching down and almost crawling into the room through the half open door. Crouching made her knee length dress hitch up around her waist and the creamy tops of her thighs were exposed above the lace stocking tops. Her panties were sheer and black, a gift from her husband for their anniversary but she had chosen not to wear the matching bra. She liked the feel of the expensive silk of her dress, taut across her modest but firm breasts and against her sensitive pink nipples. As she got closer she heard the unmistakable sound of tongues colliding. The squelch and moans of deep sensual kisses. Her own mouth suddenly moistened and she felt a quivering in her belly. She had to know more.
As she got closer she heard them speak.
"Thank you so much for my present Daddy. I absolutely love it!"
The reply was whispered directly into the girl's ear so Jane couldn't hear it but her pussy had twitched as she heard the girl's voice.
Daddy?!
That was what the girl had called him. The voice had sounded familiar but in the dimly lit cellar, crouched down, her heartbeat pounding in her ears and straining to hear through all the racking and bottles she couldn't quite recognise it.
"Of course I am! I've been wearing it all afternoon. I went to get waxed especially for you this morning and when I got home I put it in before I even started my makeup and hair. Do you want to see Daddy?"
Jane quietly gasped as it struck her that the voice was none other than her daughter, Sarah's. She had driven her to the salon this morning and both mother and daughter had been depilated thoroughly. Her mind raced. It couldn't be her father she was with. She had just left him upstairs moments ago.
Whoever he is though, my kinky little girl likes to call him Daddy!
That thought alone made Jane almost wet herself. She looked through the racking and heard the rustle of material and an appreciative intake of breath from the man.
"Do you like it Daddy? Does it look pretty in my arse? I feel so full. I can't wait until it's trained properly so you can fill it. The thought frightens me but it excites me so much. You're so fucking big you almost tear my poor little kitty apart every time you use it but I promise, once it's trained, you can use my arse too. Whenever and wherever you want. I love you so much and all my holes belong to you. You deserve them Daddy. I can't wait to be your little anal slut!"
Jane's hand was firmly clasped over her mouth as she took in the litany of filth that had just tumbled from her daughter's mouth. Sarah was behaving like a dirty little slut and Jane was more envious of her in that moment than she'd ever been of anyone in her whole life.
How easily she has just confessed all of her thoughts and feelings to this man. Who is he?
