My Mother, My Daughter, and Me
Amber, sexually attracted to her father, teases and seduces her dad, Wes, who's sexually attracted to her as well.
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Author's Note:
This is a true story that 18-year-old Amber asked me to write about her having incestuous sex with her 47-year-old father, Wes. Instead, hoping he'd take the hint, make next move, and have incestuous sex with her, she continued flashing him her totally, naked body until he finally got the hint and had incestuous sex with her. Fearful of having sex with his daughter, this was his daughter and not some whore. Then, knowing he wouldn't get in trouble, it took him a while to realize that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.
Like grandmother, like granddaughter, they were cut from the same cloth. Amber was just like her grandmother, Karen, in her sexual desire of her father in the way that her grandmother was sexually attracted to her son. Just as Wes was doomed to have incestuous sex with his mother, with his daughter not taking no for an answer, only a matter of time, he was doomed to have sex with his daughter, too. In the way that her grandmother enjoyed controlling her son with exhibitionism and sex, Amber enjoyed controlling her father with exhibitionism and sex, too.
Hidden from everyone while hiding in the shadows, no one, not even her mother, knew about their father and daughter incestuous affair. With her not home, leaving them alone while traveling on business, it was inevitable that they'd be having sex. Their dirty, little secret, what they sexually did behind closed, bedroom doors was their business and none of anyone else's business. Starting innocently by flashing one another and masturbating over one another, their incestuous teasing continued and blossomed into them having a father and daughter, incestuous, sexual relationship.
My drunken, whore of a mother sexually abused me as an 18-year-old teenager. Too young and too sexually inexperienced to understand what was happening, instead of stopping it, I willingly and consensually went along with it. Back then, I was filled with testosterone and too dumb to realize that what my mother did in taking sexual advantage of me and sexually abusing me was wrong.
Instead, I masturbated every morning and every evening over my sexy mother exposing herself to me. Indeed, not thinking there was anything wrong with my mother flashing me her naked ass, her naked tits, and her pussy, I was too sexually excited to see my 46-year-old MILF of a mother in all manner of undress. Returning the favor of her exhibitionism with my exhibitionism, not thinking there was anything wrong with flashing my mother my erect, naked cock, I was too sexually excited not to expose myself to her.
With her continually sexually teasing me by flashing me her nearly naked and naked body, three decades later, my daughter gave me plenty of sexual imagery to masturbate over, too. After taking her shower, Amber knew that I was there watching her drying her hair while topless. Then, with her bedroom door partially open, she laid across her bed wearing earplugs and reading while she was naked, totally naked. Alas, instead of seeking professional, psychiatric help, with me already possessing a history of sexual abuse, I continued the sexual abuse cycle by sexually abusing my 18-year-old daughter, Amber.
Not having to force her to strip naked, with my daughter willingly and consensually exposing herself to me, I returned the favor by exposing myself to her. Allowing her to catch me stroking my cock, I masturbated over the thoughts of my daughter naked and having sex with me. Shamefully perverted for a father to do that to his daughter, after she played soccer, I made her special, protein shakes. I ejaculated cum in her drink before serving it to her. I received a sick, sexual thrill watching my daughter guzzle the load of cum that I ejaculated in her drink.
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Wes' story:
My sexual abuse started nearly, thirty-years ago with my thirty-six-year-old, MILF of a mother, Karen. A single mother with no man in her life, with us living out in the boonies and her working from home, she was content living alone with me. Back then, not part of the everyday dialogue, no one talked about sexual abuse in the way that they talk about it now. Yet, even today, they mostly discussed sexual abuse with how it related to women and not to men.
Like grandmother like granddaughter, in the way that my mother sexually abused me by sexually teasing and sexually seducing me, nearly, thirty-years later, my 18-year-old daughter, Amber, sexually abused me by sexually teasing and sexually seducing me. Seemingly, doomed to be sexually, albeit consensually abused by mother, I was doomed to be sexually, albeit consensually abused by my daughter.
'What is it with women sexually teasing men? Clearly, they derive sexual pleasure in exposing themselves to men while making their flashing appear unintentional and/or accidental. Between upskirt views of their panties and their naked pussies and down-blouse views of their cleavage, low-cut bras, and naked breasts, what is it with women exposing themselves to men? Always flaunting their sexy and shapely bodies, women are always showing men all that they hoped to see. Then, strangely enough, they shame and embarrass the men for looking.'
Not my fault. I was a victim. I was molded by my long history of sexual abuse, first by my mother, Karen, and then by my daughter, Amber. Is it any wonder why I'm addicted to sex? Sex, sex, sex, my entire existence is sex. When I'm not having sex, I'm thinking about having sex.
My sexual abuse started with my MILF of a mother, Karen, and continued with my 18-year-old daughter, Amber. Not breaking the cycle but continuing the cycle, I had no idea what sexual abuse was until it happened to me. I had no idea that I was their pawn in their game of sexual seduction. Naïvely, I thought that only women could be sexually abused but I was wrong. Naïvely, I thought that only women could be sexually seduced but I was so very wrong.
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Ripe for my daughter, Amber, to sexually seduce me, my long history of sexual abuse started with my mother when I was 18-years-old. As if waiting for me to come of age, as soon as I turned 18, she started sexually teasing me by exposing her semi-naked body and naked body to me. With my mother a beautiful woman with a sexy and shapely figure, what man wouldn't look at his mother when she was flashing him her naked ass, her naked tits, and/or her naked pussy. What man wouldn't masturbate over seeing what he shouldn't be seeing of his sexy and shapely mother?
Suffice to write, continually walking around the house with an erection, I was as shocked as I was sexually excited to see my mother in all manner of undress. After she exposed her nearly naked and her naked body to me, it goes without saying that I've always been sexually attracted to my mother. Unable to stop myself from doing so, quickly becoming part of my daily routine, I masturbated over all that I saw of my mother every morning and every night. Always so horny, when I wasn't masturbating, I was thinking about masturbating.
She turned my head from a loving mother and son relationship to the dark, incestuous, side of forbidden sex. Having never wondered about such things before, she made me wonder what it would be like to have sex with my mother. The first women that I saw without her clothes, with her exposing herself to me every day, multiple times a day, she made her flashes appear accidental and unintentional instead of deliberate.
Feeling perverted and guilty, I berated myself for looking. How dare I sexually lust over my mother? What's wrong with me to want to have incestuous sex with her. As horny as I was sexually excited, I continually masturbated over seeing my mother in her sexy nightgowns, in her bra and panties, topless, and naked.
Deliberately flashing me, giving me a semi-naked and naked, daily show, even with me standing in her bedroom doorway watching her, she never closed her bedroom door when dressing or undressing. She wanted me to see what I shouldn't see of her. Every day, accustomed to seeing my mother in some manner of undress, I saw her numerous times in her bra and panties, topless, and naked. Finding any excuse to talk to her, and to delay my stay with her, I'd stand in her bedroom doorway talking to her while watching her dress and undress.
She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was so shapely. She was my sexual fantasy and dream woman come true and rolled into one, fine looking woman. With me having fallen in romantic love with her, if I could have married my mother, I would have. If I could have impregnated her and had a child with her, I would have done that, too. I wished I could have spent the rest of my life with my mother. Yet, not to be. She had other plans that didn't include me.
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Back then, with me 18-years-old and my mother 36-years-old, nearly thirty-years ago, she had such a beautiful body with big, D cup breasts and big nipples. She had a firm, shapely ass and a brown, bushy pussy. As if they were my trophies collected from her panties, I collected errant strands of her dark, brown, pubic hair that remained stuck inside of her panties.