Discovering my heretofore latent smoking fetish had failed to cure my insomnia.
I had fucked my twenty-two-year-old daughter Nora's roomie and BFF Amy after driving her for cigarettes in the middle of the night, since I was not sleeping anyway.
Part of my discovery was that I was turned on watching Nora smoke, not just Amy. Those feelings had created extra internal conflict for me- the increased lust made the sex with Amy sweeter, but I still wanted to keep my fetish secret from my daughter- until I had noticed her standing in the doorway of my tiny third floor turret office, having watched Amy and me having sex.
When Amy had mentioned wanting an after-sex smoke, Nora had offered to share, in a way that suggested sharing not just sharing a cigarette, but possibly also me. Her wording left no doubt that she had uncovered my fetish, and was not repulsed. I just was not certain whether she was amused, or turned on.
Nora made the suggestion while my depleted cock was still sliding out of Amy's sodden slit. I saw that my daughter's eyes locked on my half turgid member. She had, as far as I knew, never seen my cock before, in any state. The experience made a shiver start in my shoulders and run down my spine, surging through my shaft, which made my member rise and I feared, wink at my daughter, who just giggled.
"You know Daddy's rules, though, Amy," Nora then said, "no smoking in the house, so we better go back out on the deck."
"If he still can't sleep, I think Daddy-o will have a good view from up here," Amy replied.
"It's chilly out, you might want to put a robe on," Nora giggled again. Though she still had not explicitly acknowledged the fact that I had fucked Amy, she did not seem at all upset.
"Since he has already seen my nipples naked and erect, the poking through a flimsy fabric might actually add to his experience," Amy mused, "but he still hasn't seen your nipples."
They were conversing almost as if I was not standing there with an engorged cock, even though Amy's hand had started gently tugging on my tumescence, and Nora could not look away. My daughter's tongue even briefly wet her lower lip before she spoke again.
"If you get him any more worked up, he'll never get to sleep. Plus, I really need another smoke. Let's go out on the deck."
Something about the way my daughter's voice dropped an octave as she spoke that last sentence was highly suggestive. But what, I wondered, was she suggesting? Was my daughter about to make out on my deck with the BFF I had just fucked? Would they lock lips and trade smoke vapour into each other's lungs? Would Nora's fingers explore those exquisite nipples I had just enjoyed?
Would Amy finger Nora's cleft? Would they tumble to the lumber and writhe together, my daughter tasting my cream out of Amy's warm wet receptacle?
All these thoughts and images cascaded through my brain in just the time it took the two twenty-two-year-olds to race down three flights of stairs and exit to the deck, the door slamming shut behind them.
Regardless, I was way too adrenalized, and curious, to even try to sleep. Sex might eventually prove a solution to my insomnia, but not when these two vixens were seemingly intent upon torturing me.
As I turned back to the window, the angel on my right shoulder recovered from the assault of my devilish behaviour enough to whisper in my ear that thinking such thoughts about my own daughter, even though she was an adult, was incestuous, and wrong. Much worse than being blown by and then fucking her roommate.
The devil on my left shoulder snickered, knowing that once the decision to allow Amy to suck my cock had been made, all walls could come tumbling gown. For now, though, it simply suggested that fucking my daughter might be wrong, but there was nothing wrong with watching the show. After all, it seemed to be her idea. And, I always could just focus on Amy and try to imagine a generic faceless partner pleasuring the vixen. It could be anybody's tongue cleaning the cunt I had just dirtied.
By the time I had sorted that out, I was looking down at the smokers on the deck. Despite my imagination, nothing overtly sexual was taking place. Nora stood with her back to me, elbows on the railing, blowing perfect round rings into the night air.
Amy stood maybe a foot away, struggling with a lighter. She did keep glancing up to look at my window, which perhaps made her too distracted to light her cigarette. Perhaps I just imagined that I saw her nipples stiffen in the cool air and press out against the silk robe. My ancient aching cock, in spite of dumping two loads already, twitched at that picture.
The young woman who had reawakened my dormant sex drive then leaned over, her shoulder length hair brushing against Nora's shoulder. As Amy spoke to my daughter, Nora nodded and turned to face her chum. Amy must have asked for help with the lighter, because Nora took Amy's hand in her fingers, flicked the wheel, and guided the flame to the tip of Amy's smoke. As this happened, Nora gently brushed Amy's hair back behind one ear with her free hand, and Amy palmed my daughter's shoulder.
A shiver ran through my spine and I froze with anticipation, barely registering that my hand had curled around my naked cock. Amy turned and expelled a plume into the air, destroying my fantasy that the two friends might share a kiss while their mouths were so near to each other.
Nora turned away also, once again producing perfect rings. Amy watched them rise, expand, dissolve. She tried to imitate Nora, but the best she could do was a raggedy series of broken shapes. Although that effort got an "E for excitement" from my rapidly stiffening member, I slowly realized that it was Nora's precision that was really turning me on.
Amy spoke again to Nora, and the two friends turned to face each other. This time, they both glanced at my window before Amy spoke. I guessed she was asking how to form smoke rings, because Nora raised the butt to her lips, inhaled deeply, and then demonstrated. Amy tried to copy this, but failed miserably. Both gals diddled at the pathetic result.
Nora again inhaled smoke, but this time, she opened her mouth and spoke to Amy. That ruined the creation of the ring. From my vantage point, I had a limited view, but it appeared that my daughter was demonstrating to Amy how to curl your tongue to make rings. I recalled how talented Amy's tongue had proven to be earlier at the truck stop. I stroked my meat, expecting that she would be a quick learner.
Amy glanced up at my window then turned back to Nora and nodded. Was she agreeing to try again, or confirming that my silhouette was visible, indicating that I was watching?
Nora also looked up as she drew in another puff, this time pushing the rings in my direction. She grinned before turning back to watch Amy apparently practicing the required oral dexterity. Nora nodded and spoke briefly. Amy then inhaled again, tipping her head back and producing smoke that resembled rings, even though they lacked my daughter's perfection. My balls tightened in appreciation of the effort.
My daughter grinned at her friend. Amy turned to face up to my window, inhaling again. Then she blew three perfect rings towards me. As the third ring expanded and dissolved, Amy also dissolved into giggles.
I could not help noticing that the activity had caused her robe to pull open, exposing those perfect little tits with the exquisite nipples that I had enjoyed so much. My turgid tumescence throbbed. My tongue wet my lips as my palm slid along my shaft. My balls tightened against my taint. My body stiffened, like a coiled spring. If I had not just blown my second load of the night, I would have splattered my window with spunk. I imagined that would REALLY make the ladies laugh.
Just as well, I figured, to save that load, as it might be my last for the night. But what, or who, was I saving it for? Did I simply expect them to climb back up to my turret once they finished smoking, rather than climbing into the big soft second floor bed that belonged to my daughter, which they were currently sharing?
If they climbed to the turret, was I hoping that they would both arrive together? If so, did I want Nora to just watch, or did I finally want to fulfill the incestuous urges I had never admitted to before this night? But could I please both women?
Maybe it would be better if they just snuggled together. I could stay in the turret and imagine whether they just drifted off to a nicotine fuelled sleep, or express Sapphic urges. I could write out my fantasies in yet another Literotica tale. There was no need for me to creep down the creaky old stairs to peep at then, was there?
So many questions and conflicting desires confused my brain that I almost did not notice when my spunk actually spurted out my slit, splashing the glass in front of me. The gals certainly noticed. Nora pointed up at the window and they shared a deep chuckle before dashing into the house, leaving just a faint blue hue of cigarette smoke in the air to indicate that none of this was a dream.
The thought of dreams inspired me to quickly flop back onto the tiny cot nestled in my turret, where I slept increasingly often. I was just pulling the blanket over my thighs when Amy bounded up the stairs and stopped in my doorway. Nora followed close behind, bumping Amy so hard that the youngster stumbled over the threshold into the room. Her knees bumped the edge of the cot.
"Whatcaupta, Daaddy-o?" Amy burbled, then giggled. "No point trying to be shy or subtle. We had a pretty good view from on the deck."
Nora smiled over her chum's shoulder, gave me a reassuring nod and added, "I see that you are still excited by it, too."
I had been too focussed on their arrival to realize that my cock was still erect and poking up into the air, with slimy semen sliding down the shaft. Both women were staring at my meat.
"That is magnificent, Daddy-o," Amy added. "Who knew that an older guy could have such stamina? May I have some more please, sir?"
Without awaiting a response, Amy fell to her knees and took the root of my cock in her fingertips. She lowered her head, but stopped with her lips just above my tip. Her breath bathed my glans and my slit widen in response. I imagined that my cock could taste the pungent cigarette smell.
Nora's Mom had been an ardent anti-smoker, so it had been at least twenty-five years since I had tasted a cigarette, but as Amy lowered her mouth to envelop my helmet, I could swear that I was tasting it fresh.
Thinking of Nora's Mom reminded me that my daughter was standing right beside the woman now sucking my cock, and was craning her neck to watch. The angel on my right shoulder woke up to remind me that I should feel some mixture of shame and disgust with my own behaviour, that I ought not have allowed the situation to escalate out of control, but then the devil on the left shoulder sneered they were both adults, and had initiated the activity themselves.
"If they are old enough to smoke, they are old enough for this," the demon insisted.
But what exactly was THIS? I had some sense of what Amy was up to, and what I would do with her, since we had already shared sex. But Nora was a different story. Incest was a line I never thought that I would even think about crossing, but from the hungry look on my daughter's face, the reality of it might soon confront that assumption.
