Book One: Craving His Attention
The following night, Adam had a ton of work he needed to get done on the computer. By the time he was done, he realized that his wife had been in bed almost two hours by then. Surely she was asleep by that time. He walked softly up the stairs, slowly treading by Paige's door, again hearing soft moans coming from inside her room. Her door was open just a crack again.
Peeking in, he once again saw his daughter laying on her bed, her hand manipulating her pussy underneath her panties. Her other hand was massaging her breast, only this time she was without her t-shirt, giving him a clear view of her breasts. He felt excitement start to well up inside his stomach, his cock starting to swell in reaction to the sight.
He stepped lightly over to his bedroom door, slowly and quietly prying it open enough to see that his wife was indeed fast asleep on their bed. He tiptoed back to Paige's door, rubbing lightly against the bulge in his pants as he stood and watched.
For a couple of moments Paige was unaware of his presence, wrapped up in her own pleasure, spurred on by thoughts of her father watching her. Eventually she opened her eyes just wide enough to see his partial figure in the crack of the doorway. She closed her eyes again immediately, the orgasm resulting from the realization that her father was indeed watching her so powerful that she involuntarily lifted her ass from the bed a couple of inches. She tried not to let on that she knew he was standing there for fear that the realization would cause him to quickly walk away.
She lowered the hand that was on her breast down to her clit, rubbing it in furious circles as she dug the fingers of her other hand deep into her pussy, giving her father a marvelous view of his daughter treating her pussy with both hands. Paige coaxed her orgasms along as long as she could, trying to make the waves of pleasure linger, until they finally subsided and she laid there panting softly, her hands now resting still upon her quivering mound. Paige cracked her eyelids open just enough to see her father still lingering at the doorway, his hand still rubbing against the bulge in his pants, and she desperately wished he would take it out and let her see him stroke it. Instead, sensing that she had adequately relieved herself, he backed away quietly from the door.
Adam considered heading back down to the downstairs bathroom to relieve his erection, but was unsure if he would be able to handle the guilt of such an act. This time around his wife would not be waiting up for him in bed to alleviate his excitement through an impromptu lovemaking session. He mentally tried to slap himself back to reality as he made his way back to his bedroom, stripping down to his boxers and slipping carefully under the covers, facing away from his wife to lessen any chance that she would nestle next to him and discover his still rigid cock. He tried to make thoughts of job duties diminish his arousal, but still felt a tingling linger in his semi-hard cock as he drifted off to sleep.
Paige succeeded in satiating the desire in her still quivering pussy, but the thrill tingling her stomach and swirling through her mind still consumed her as she covered up and positioned herself onto her side. She tried to take in the exhilarating reality that her long-held fantasy of her father watching her masturbate had finally come true. Not quite openly, but her father's eyes were upon her as she not only masturbated, but had brought herself to orgasm.
The thrill only made her hunger for more.
Paige reluctantly let the subject drop, sensing that there was another reason her father was so hesitant about the idea, a reason that he didn't want to reveal to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her mother's form appear in the crack of her doorway, stopping to watch them pleasure each other, which caused Paige's excitement to intensify. Paige noticed that he wasn't oozing as much pre-cum as he was before, leaving her dryly stroking him, which she sensed was causing him a bit of discomfort.
“It's not as slippery anymore, Daddy,” she observed, loosening her grip slightly but continuing to stroke him.
Grinning slightly, Adam took his other hand and removed Paige's hand from his cock, drawing it up slowly to his lips. He looked her in the eyes as he licked the palm of her hand with his tongue, gliding it over the crevices of her palm, causing Paige's pussy to convulse in orgasm. Adam teased the palm of Paige's hand for a few seconds, then coated it with his saliva, drawing her hand back down to his cock.
Paige glided her hand up and down her father's cock slowly, using his saliva to lubricate it, causing Adam to close his eyes and gasp in pleasure. Paige stroked a few times, feeling the wetness of her pussy dribble out onto her father's fingers. In response, Paige removed her father's hand from her mound and brought it up to her mouth, taking her father's fingers into her mouth to taste her juices on it, then placed it back down onto her pussy.
Brenda's heart raced while watching, her pussy pulsating in response to the incredibly erotic scene taking place between her husband and her daughter. Almost without even realizing it, she brought her hands up to her breasts, feeling her hardening nipples underneath her clothing. She lowered one hand down to her pussy, digging into her panties to reach for her wetness as she once again saw Paige bring her hand up to her father's mouth to lubricate it with his tongue again after the last coating of saliva dried up. Brenda rubbed herself to a series of orgasms as she watched the continuing scene of licking and stroking.
Sensing that her father was getting close to climax, Paige smiled rather wickedly as she got up off the bed, nudging her father over to sit on the edge as Paige sunk to her knees in front of him.
“What sort of fantasies?” Jeffry asked, causing Paige to stop before taking another step, a grin of satisfaction pursing her lips knowing that Jeffry didn't want her to leave without hearing more.
“Well,” Paige said as she turned and walked back up to him, “Natalie's been having dreams lately about you spanking her.”
“Spanking?” Jeffry responded, his eyes squinting as confusion blanketed his face.
“Natalie remembers you spanking her when she was little. Now she gets turned on at the thought of it.”
“Just... spanking,” Jeffry repeated, trying to grasp the idea.
“Well, not just spanking,” Paige explained. “That's how it starts out. She's bare-assed when you're spanking her, but then after a while you start... exploring, seeing how wet she is, how wet you're making her, then it just sort of... progresses from there.”
Jeffry's heart started racing faster as Paige talked, surprised at how titillating the thought was to him. He did find himself having stray thoughts about his daughter as she grew older, mainly chalking it up to just noticing how beautiful of a woman she was developing into. Discovering that his daughter also harbored more than just stray erotic thoughts about him caused a thrill to rapidly shoot through his gut and down to his groin.
Paige noticed the effect as she glanced down and caught the bulge starting to form in Jeffry's pants.
“That thought excites you, doesn't it?” Paige said as she gently pressed her hand against it. “You like the thought of spanking Natalie and making her wet?”
Jeffry made one last futile attempt to tell himself that he should just stop all this and back away, sending Paige home and pretending the conversation never even took place, but ultimately gave in to Paige's caressing of his increasingly hardening cock.
Paige fumbled with Jeffry's belt, then undid the button and zipper on his pants, slowly kneeling down as she pulled Jeffry's pants and underwear down, freeing his erection from its tight confines.
“Paige, we shouldn't... You're Natalie's... You're... Ohh, my god...” Jeffry tried to get the words out as he felt Paige's mouth engulf his shaft, fully surrendering to the pleasure of her lips gliding up and down it.
“It's just a blowjob, Mr. Logan,” Paige said, releasing his cock and stroking it a few times. “I can't just very well go off and leave you in this condition, can I? I mean, I was the one who caused it, telling you all about how Natalie fantasizes about you and everything.”
“And how are things going for you at school?” Jeffry continued, trying to keep the pleasant small talk going as he sat down on the other end of the couch from Natalie.
“Oh, things get kind of interesting at times,” Paige responded, no longer trying to conceal the wicked grin desperately trying to form.
“Oh really? How so?” Jeffry asked, curiosity forming on his face as he noticed Paige's grin.
“Well, Natalie was doing some serious flirting with our science teacher today,” Paige answered, her voice almost laced with a naughty glee, as if spitefully spilling a closely guarded secret.
Natalie's eyes grew wide and her mouth gaped open as she spun her head to glare at Paige.
“Natalie, is that true?” Jeffry asked after pausing a second, his demeanor suddenly changing from the friendly conversationalist to the parental disciplinarian.
Just as Paige had hoped would happen.
“I was just asking him a question!” Natalie insisted, her voice raised in a defensive tone.
“Yeah, while leaning over his desk,” Paige retorted. “Your boobs were practically falling out in front of him! He was looking at your tits like a kid in a candy store, and you loved it!”
Catching on to what Paige was trying to do, Jeffry folded his arms at looked sternly at his daughter. “Natalie...”
“Daddy, it didn't happen that way!” Natalie pleaded, surprised that Paige would relay the event so differently from how it actually happened.
“Come here, Natalie,” Jeffry demanded, pointing to the floor in front of him.
All of a sudden Natalie's heart started racing uncontrollably. Looking over at Paige and seeing the evil smile donning her face, the realization suddenly hit her of what was happening.
Her daddy was about to spank her.
In front of Paige!
Book Five: Seduction of the Shrew
Phyllis avoided looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she let the cool water trickle over her hands. She brought her cool moistened hands up to her cheeks in the hopes of washing away the confusion muddling her mind. For a moment she desperately tried to convince herself she just imagined the incident that just took place in the kitchen. But the echoes of his touch, his hand gently trailing down her back, his hand on her butt were shockingly undeniable.
He really did that! She thought to herself as she kept her eyes closed, still not daring a glance at her reflection. He actually squeezed my ass! My own son-in-law!
The act was unthinkable. Then the look of innocence and confusion in his face when she turned to confront him caused her to again wonder if it was all in her mind. But even if it was, what would possibly cause her to imagine such a thing?
Phyllis opened her eyes suddenly and finally gazed wide-eyed into her reflection in the mirror. It wasn't her face she stared at, however, but rather she looked down at her chest. She was startled by the realization that her nipples were hard! Not just firm, but achingly hard!
She stared in relief to discover that the bra she was wearing was padded sufficiently enough to conceal the hardness of her nipples, but the fact that they were pressing firmly against the fabric could not be denied. Almost unconsciously, Phyllis brought her hands up to her breasts, as they were aching to be touched. Phyllis closed her eyes and held her breath as she gently waded in a sensation she had not experienced in years. A gentle squeeze relieved the ache in her breasts somewhat, yet on the other hand stirred a growing yearning for more.
Letting out a small gasp, Phyllis opened her eyes to be greeted by the image of her elderly self cradling her breasts. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight, her body tense in disbelief of the image displayed before her. Her gaze zeroed in on the diamond laced wedding band adorning her left hand, the sparkle seeming to wink at her lasciviously.
She removed her hands from her breasts quickly and steadied herself on the cold porcelain of the sink as she looked down, no longer being able to stand the sight looking at her in the mirror. What are you doing? she thought to herself in disgusting shock. You’re a married woman! A pillar of your community! Respected and admired in the highest of social circles. Yet the echo of Adam’s hand squeezing her ass shouted loudly through the deepest parts of her body, permeating her mind uncontrollably, almost consuming her.
Her own son-in-law, she thought.
Her own daughter's husband!
Coming soon!
Book 6: Forbidden Incentives
Trying on various outfits, occasionally the thought would hit her; My god, I'm actually looking for something to wear to try to seduce my own son! Each time the thought entered her mind, her heart would start racing with a titillating thrill. Paula couldn't remember the last time she got so excited trying to impress someone, hoping he would get turned on by her. Even getting dressed up for Victor back when they were first dating didn't bring on the thrilling trepidation she was feeling at that moment. Victor was pretty much the one who pursued her. She didn't really have to try too hard with him.
In fact, the last time she worked so hard to try to impress a boy was… well, when she was Justin’s age. In spite of the enormous inappropriateness of it, she couldn't help but relish in the excitement of it.
She finally decided on an off-white t-shirt from her “just one size too small” box in the back of her closet. The rounded neckline hit just below where her cleavage started. Her breasts struggled against its tightness, and the bottom came dangerously close to not quite covering up her rounded belly completely. She thought about forgoing the bra, as her nipples would surely be noticeable against the fabric, but decided overall that the bra would most accentuate the fullness of her breasts.
She completed the look by adding a pair of black shorts that held tight against her thighs and traced along the curvature of her butt almost like it was painted on. Since it was fairly warm out, she felt she could ‘get away’ with that instead of the slacks or jeans she normally wears. She considered adding a pair of high heels which she felt would highly accentuate her shapely legs, but figured that might be a bit too much. Instead she settled on a pair of thongs. Much ‘safer’, she thought as she fought off another mild tingle of excitement.
Just a small dab of perfume and a tussle of her dark hair, and she felt the look was complete. She stood in front of the mirror and grinned. She actually felt butterflies in her stomach by what she was about to do. She liked the image of the woman staring back at her. She was still sexy. She was still alluring. And she felt an excitement in her gut that she hadn't felt in years.
Paula’s heart started beating wildly as she heard the front door open and heard the plunk of her son’s bookbag hit the floor. She stood at the sink washing dishes, feeling the flutters intensify as his footsteps drew closer. She felt her heart would almost burst out of her chest as Justin walked into the room.
“Hey, sweetie,” she chirped, trying desperately to smile casually as she looked up at him.
“Hey… Mom.” Justin stood there for a couple of seconds as he glanced at his mother, curiosity filling his eyes as well as his voice, but his slightly widened eyes as his mother's form filled his vision was more than noticeable to Paula.
Paula could feel her son's eyes on her as Justin walked behind her toward the refrigerator. Paula looked down toward the plate she was washing, trying desperately to keep her giddy smile of satisfaction hidden from her son. As soon as she could halfway manage to control her expression, she looked behind her at him as he continued to gaze upon her while drinking the glass of milk he poured.
“Is something wrong, sweetie?” Paula was surprised at herself for managing to hold back the glee she was feeling as she spoke.
“No,” Justin replied after gulping down his drink. “It's just that you usually don't dress like that.”
“Oh.” Paula let a slight laugh escape her lips as she looked casually back down at the sink and continued washing. “I'm a little behind on laundry, so I just threw some old stuff on till I could get to it.”
“Oh. I see.” Justin’s voice was low and sounded distracted, as if he wasn't really paying that much attention to his mother's response. Paula looked back at him again a few seconds later to see him still gazing at her, leaning back against the kitchen table as he took another drink.
“I don't look that terrible, do I?”
“No! Not at all!” Justin exclaimed, immediately looking slightly embarrassed at his display of exuberance. “You just look… different.”
“I just look lazy, is probably what it is,” Paula replied as she looked back down at the sink, trying desperately to hide her excitement at being ogled by her own son.
Justin quietly let the comment pass without response, allowing himself a few more seconds of taking in the sight of his mother's full-figured form before taking his glass and a half bag of chips and walking out.
“Well, I'm going to go up and watch some TV for a while before supper,” he announced as he walked behind her and out the doorway.
“You might want to think about getting a start on whatever homework you might have before supper, too,” Paula called out after him, trying to exude a strict motherly tone through the lascivious feelings rushing through her at the moment. Justin let that comment pass without response as well.
“Wow!” Paula mouthed silently as soon as Justin was out of eyesight. Totally taken aback at her son’s reaction, Paula had to steady herself against the sink as her heart pounded excruciatingly fast with excitement. Well. I would call that ‘experiment’ a success, she thought to herself with a mild laugh. As she allowed a brief passing thought of what her son might have been in such a rush to go up to his room to do, she actually felt a tingle start to develop deep inside her pussy.
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