There is no incest in this story but it is part of an ongoing effort that does has some incest themes. That's why I put this story here, it made sense to keep the same story line in the same category.
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As Dan lay on top of me spreading his weigh between his elbows and knees as not to crush me he laughed at my protests of the kids coming home soon and kissed my eyes and face once again. At first I tried to playfully push him off and we kind of wrestled there for a few minutes and eventually he began kissing me along my neck again. That is my weak point if you catch it just right and after being fucked royally and cumming all afternoon it was just about right.
I felt myself squirm underneath him and to my surprise he began to get hard against my pussy again. Looking over at the clock and seeing the time tick down to 30 minutes before the kids walked in the door I began to panic slightly and began to push in earnest. Then locking my leg around his, I pushed up with my hips and rolled him off of me onto the floor. I scrambled up onto my hands and knees and looked over as he lay sprawled on his back and his half hard cock swinging in half circles.
Hopping off the chair I grabbed his clothes and tossed them to him as I said "You wasted your shower time here, if you want to do this again, you need to get dressed and go home."
Dan looked at me forlornly but did as I asked and after a quick kiss and caress of my ass was out the door and back over the fence minutes later. I sat about mopping and wiping up our fluids off the tile and chair before spraying deodorizer to cover the sex smell. I grabbed my clothes such as they were and was able to unlock the door as the bus pulled up to the driveway. Sticking my head out the door I waved to the bus driver and the kids making sure they made it up the drive before scurrying down the hallway to my bedroom. I had just shut myself in the master bath as my middle son came in my bedroom asking about a snack. Feeling generous today I allowed him some cookies and juice and told him to get his sister some too while I took a shower. With him satisfied and gone I leaned over and started the water running it making sure it was warm enough for me before crawling under the spray.
Once inside I felt the water tickling my skin like Dan's fingers and lips did earlier. Thinking about what happened I had a lot on my mind. On one hand what if Dan really was a jerk and like most guys and never called me back or acknowledged we fucked? If that was the case I guess my fantasy really was busted and he was just another jerk. On the other hand what if he did call me back and wanted to fuck again? Should I follow my crush and let it go even though he was old enough to be my Dad? That could make things weird, especially with Angie and me.
While I was thinking I lathered up my hands with body wash, washing my skin and getting worked up again in the process. When I reached down to wash any remaining cum from my pussy I winced at the soreness starting to set in. Having not been fucked by anything bigger than Angie's or my fingers in a while didn't help being stretched like I was.
His wasn't the deepest cock my pussy had but it was the widest. After rinsing all the signs of sex from my body I plugged the tub and filled it with the hottest water I could stand lowering myself into it to soak. I felt almost like I did when I lost my virginity, I didn't have the raw and burning feeling of the torn hymen but the stretched feeling from the opening of my vagina up into my cervix and belly were there. The warm water, thinking about the earlier sex, and my soon to be fingers wandering over my clit again as it was peeking up out of the water brought me to another small but satisfying climax. It even seemed to help with the pain a bit.
The hot soak helped a lot but I still winced a bit getting out of the tub. Sitting down on the closed toilet I took a hand mirror and held it down so I could see my battered pussy. The color of my outer lips had quieted back down to their natural pale color with the darker tint along the underside. The inner lips were still quite red, most likely from being rubbed a few minutes ago. Scissoring my fingers I opened the labia pressing them against my skin and making a little shape like actual lips from a mouth as was I looking into my vagina. Normally I couldn't see in there but after Dan being in there was a small opening in the hole. I tried to kegel to tighten it closed but it just resulted in cramp like feeling and a twinge. Taking my body lotion in my hands I wiped it over my body to keep my skins soft and fresh feeling.
As I rubbed I got turned on again and had to bring myself to a climax two more times with my fingers before I felt sated. The last time I pulled my tit up to my mouth taking my nipple between my lips sucking on it as I swirled my finger around my clit bringing me to my final air gulping gut wrenching climax while thinking about Dan.
I wanted to cry out and call out his name but bit my lip to keep the kids from hearing me if they were close. The lid to the porcelain toilet lid rattle a bit in time to my spasms but I didn't scream. As the waves of joy faded to ripples on the pond I fell back against the toilet whispering, "Dan, oh Dan, oh Daddy!" The whole time picturing Dan and the look of love and concern he had for me as I came on his cock earlier that day. I knew I wanted to fuck him again, I wanted to make love to him. I also wanted him to be my Daddy like I did when I was teen and staying over with Angie. I wrapped up in my fluffy robe and crawled up onto my King sized bed falling into a deep and needed sleep.
I woke up around 5 to a chorus of "I am hungry, what's for supper."
Acknowledging the hoard so they would leave I then stretched and yawned, wincing again with the patches of soreness between my legs. I think this was going to take a few days. Pulling myself out of bed I didn't bother with clothes, I just kept wrapped in my fluffy robe. Partly because of the soft way it caressed my skin and also as kind of an emotional blanket barrier to the turmoil raging inside me about fucking Dan. As I walked into the dining room scratching my head and yawning I could smell an odd odor. Walking into the kitchen I was face to face with a large bouquet of mixed seasonal flowers.
When asked, my oldest son paused between video game levels to tell me some lady dropped them off about 30 minutes ago. The was a card and I dug it out with shaking fingers wanting see his name on them but then again not. The card said "Thank You!" That was it, no name, no thanks for the wonderful fuck, now get lost slut.
Of course I knew who sent them Darryl never would even when were married during our happy times. Angie might have if there was an occasion but there wasn't so there was only one choice.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I said under my breath "Damn you, Dan!"
How come he couldn't be what I thought I wanted why did he have to be what I really wanted.
OK I now you are going "What the fuck did she say."
Why did he have to be caring and considerate like I had wanted him to be with me since I was 18. Why couldn't he have been a calloused asshole just out for a fuck and fun before riding off into the sunset that the modern jaded bitch wanted him to be. I stood there my face in flowers, letting tears run down my face in realization that after all these years I had found my fantasy and the fuck of it was, there was no way we could go on. It just wouldn't work socially without tearing up a whole lot of lives.
I was standing there lost in thought when my middle son walked in the kitchen saying, "Momma's got a boyfriend, Mommas go-ah-ah a boyfriend."
That's all I need was for that asshole of an ex thinking I had something going on. He would try to haul me into court again as an unfit parent making shit up if he had too. I was at a bar one night and heard his big drunk mouth across the room spill his plan of getting the kids and making me pay enough child support so he didn't have to work. Unfortunately my lawyer couldn't or wouldn't use it against him.
So thinking quickly I had to quash what my kids were thinking before they ended up telling it to their Dad on one of his infrequent weekend visits. What normally happens is that I drop them off at his Mom's house, where he living right now, on Friday to let the kids see him between his drunken partying. At least he doesn't do drugs in front of them but I know he blows weed and has done some coke.
Me? I get to work on the weekends and my partying is maybe sharing some wine with Angie or her and one of our boy toys late Friday or Saturday night after work and I never get drunk or do anything like that in front of my kids.
Pulling the card out I followed my son out to the living room and getting all of their attention by standing in front of the TV blocking the game box I showed them the Thank You. I explained Mamma did not have a boyfriend, I had just done something nice for somebody at work and they wanted to say thanks. That seemed to satisfy the curiosity for now.
I cooked supper, one of those skillet casserole things, then was supervising the boys loading the dishwasher and cleaning up the kitchen when my cellphone rang. Picking up the phone I didn't recognize the number so I muted it and went back to supervising. It would have been faster and a lot less complaining if I had done it myself, but what kind of life lesson would that be for the boys. They were at an age now when household chores were getting a little more involved and taking a little more time than emptying the garbage. The dishes done I shooed them off to do their homework that got "overlooked" when they came home since I was busy with my bath and nap.
My daughter not having any was happy to get the TV to herself and was giggling to the latest episodes of Sponge Dude. I decided to treat myself to a glass of wine and poured some white zin from a bottle that was chilling in the fridge. Grabbing my cellphone I decided go out onto the patio, sit in the dark, drink my wine and call Angie.
I wasn't sure what the fuck I was going to say. "Hey Ange, your Dad is a hell of a fuck, can I be your stepmom!"
Probably not but hearing her voice always was therapeutic for me.
I was sitting there with the phone in my lap when it rang again, looking down I saw it was the same number as before. Hitting the button I answered it curtly, "Hello?" A soft but strong voice that I had heard so often asked "Did you get the flowers?"
Sitting there blinking into the darkness I asked "What?"
As what left my mouth my mind screamed "Oh Jesus Fucking Christ are you a moron Teri?"
