Warm water cascaded over my shoulders and streamed down my body. A cloud of roiling steam hovered under the ceiling. Water droplets ran in meandering paths down the glass shower wall leaving behind brief streaks of clarity before steam and water obscured the short glimpse of beyond; a white toilet, a white counter and sink. The bathroom halogen light was diffused as it penetrated into the shower stall, becoming softer and warmer. Falling water sounded like I imagined a mini Niagara Falls would sound; a gentle roar that usually induced a hypnotic calm in me as it rinsed away stress - just not today.

Through the opaque glass wall a shadow appeared and my gut tightened, heart beat faster, and nerves grew making my hands twitchy. I still couldn't believe I was doing this. It was surreal; exciting yet slightly terrifying. The shadow separated into two, one taller, one smaller. Unconsciously I held my breath. Modesty tugged at my hands urging them to cover my genitals. Resisting the natural impulse was a challenge and took effort.

The shower door opened slightly. Emily, my wife, stepped in, beautifully naked, a soft smile on her familiar face, her warm brown eyes sparkling with excitement I didn't yet feel. Her hand held Olivia's. Behind her, looking shyly at me with a cute embarrassed smile, my daughter entered the shower, naked as the day she was born.

The contrast and similarities between mother and daughter were stark. Emily, at thirty-three years old, was in the prime of her life, mature and sensual. Olivia, not yet twelve years old, was the picture of sweet little girl, almost shapeless yet intensely female. She was so familiar yet, in her nakedness, completely unfamiliar.

Just how had Emily talked me into this? My daughter looked almost as nervous as I was. Concept and reality are two very different things. Conceptual thoughts - fantasies - can arouse and titillate, or intrigue, or fascinate. But those same thoughts in the harsh light of reality are very, very different. This reality was so nerve-wracking it was almost frightening and I was as far from being aroused as Justin Bieber was from being declared a saint.

Was it just two nights ago when everything changed? How could words alone have such a disruptive impact? The memory was sharply etched on my mind. Emily and I had . . .

"Jesus, yes, Ken. Just like that," Emily whispered curling her pussy up at me. "Can you go deeper?"

Thrusting into her, my erection feeling thick and rigid, held snuggly by my wife's silken pussy, I curled my pelvis as she tightened her legs in a scissor-like grip around my waist. The tip of my cock teased her end.

"Oh yeah, like that, baby," she murmured, her arms hugging my neck.

Burying my nose into her hair I found her familiar scent, light Jasmine and fragrant plums. Reaching down I held two sexy buttocks, fucking her slowly, deeply, beautifully, her pussy moist and slippery. Small full breasts pressed into my chest. Emily groaned with pleasure, enhancing mine.

"Harder, Ken," she murmured, now thrusting back at my cock.

We fucked slowly, the delicious feeling of arousal washing through us, her pussy milking me, my erection straining, thrusting at each other in a familiar loving, uninhibited dance. Perspiration emerged on my back. The welcome sensation of heaviness and ache started deep in my groin, the delectable prelude to ecstasy.

"Damn, Em, this feels good," I murmured. "I love fucking you."

Emily humped up at me, her legs tightening and relaxing around my waist. "Me, too," she murmured.

In my hands my wife's sexy buttocks flexed. Her breath warmed my neck, her sighs of pleasure driving my pleasure higher. Underneath me, despite the darkness of our bedroom, I could sense every sensual dip and curve of my wife's body, a familiar terrain I'd explored orally and physically over the past twelve years. I knew her every curve and every beauty mark. I knew what her silken skin felt like against my lips and how long since she'd shaved her legs or arms. I knew the taste of her; the salty taste of perspiration under her still-pert breasts, the tangy taste of her moist arousal deep in her pussy, the dry taste of her perfumed neck, the velvety soft taste of her lips.

Emily groaned. Her body briefly lost rhythm when a shudder coursed through her. "Oh God, yes," she sighed. "Cum with me, baby," she urged, her hips moving faster. She thrust her sexy pussy up at me with greater urgency. "Cum with me, Ken."

My erection stiffened, now thick, aching, thrusting, pressure building in my groin, heart racing. The precipice neared, that exquisite moment when ecstasy arrives. Fucking Emily harder, I gripped her sexy buttocks and pulled her into me, thrusting, fucking, almost there, almost there.

Emily let out a guttural grunt. Her body convulsed. "Oh fuck!" she gasped as she tumbled over the precipice and into her climax.

With a hard thrust and a gasp, "Jesus, Em!" I followed her into ecstasy. My cock strained, swelled, the ache almost a pain, and suddenly I was there, sweet release exploding, semen burning, heaven found in a massive beautiful spurt. Bliss hit.

Emily grunted and fucked me, her body moving convulsively, shaking and twitching, her snug pussy gripping and massaging me. I swelled. Another blindingly pleasurable wave hit, semen erupting deep into my wife, bliss, bliss. Disorientation arrived. Like falling into an endless chasm I fucked and came, fucked and came, my universe narrowing to my swelling, pulsing cock and the addictive bliss of an intense orgasm. My cock swelled with each desperate thrust, cum spurting deep inside her until, as if slamming into a wall, my climax vanished, fled. It left behind a racing heart, exhaustion, lethargy, my body drained, sweet peace.

Emily murmured. Her arms hugged me. Her legs relaxed and slipped off of my waist to the bed. Fading contractions pulsed through her pussy, her body twitching with the last tendrils of her orgasm. Silence reestablished itself in our bedroom.

"That was good," she murmured.

My semi-deflated cock slipped wetly from her pussy when I rolled off and to the side. Drying perspiration cooled my heated body. I loved the post-orgasmic euphoria that only comes when you truly love your partner; none of the embarrassment or regret that comes from too-casual sex with too-casual partners, just deep satisfaction.

Eventually Emily stirred. Rising up on her elbow she looked at me. "I feel like a glass of white wine. Would you like one?" Her fingers played with the soft hair on my chest.

"Sure. Want me to get it?"

"No. I'll get it."

Emily's lips touched mine, her pretty brown eyes sparkling with a smile of pleasure. The kiss was soft, familiar, loving. She rolled out of bed just as I turned the bedside lamp on.

Watching her leave the bedroom, I said a silent thank you to StairMaster, something I did rather frequently when admiring my wife's ass. I was a connoisseur of derrières. I adore asses, all asses, without prejudice. After a woman's face, the delectable derrière is the most expressive part of female anatomy, and Emily's was expressive perfection.

I was blessed to have a perfect pear-shaped butt reside in my house with me, sensual twin buttocks forming an ass crack I could spend hours exploring and often did. Emily understood my preoccupation, too. With a sexy twitch of her rump demonstrating her awareness of my admiring leer, she disappeared into the hall, gloriously buck-naked.

It amazed Emily that when I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep, she could tease me with her behind, beg me for a butt massage claiming aches and pains from using the StairMaster, and by simply fondling her glorious glutes I'd become erect, every single time. With a laugh she'd claim her delectable behind held mystical properties. It did indeed.

I stretched out on the bed. My body was sated, relaxed, liquid. I loved Friday nights. They were a prelude to weekends; no work, free time to putter around, to spend time with a family I adored, and to ignore important chores and be soundly chastised by my wife were all reasons enough. But I also liked being with Emily. She was my closest friend in the world. I liked spending time with our daughter, Olivia. To me, work was the means by which I could do that which I loved - be with my family.

The sound of bare feet in the hall drew my eyes to the open bedroom door. It amazed me that even after so many years together my heart beat just a little faster in anticipation of seeing Emily. She strolled in holding a full glass of pale yellow white wine in each hand. Her soft brown eyes lit up when she smiled at me.

Emily's body was full of sexy curves. Her still-proud breasts had wonderful curves underneath and slopes above. They moved seductively demonstrating their sensual heft, an erotic weight I was intimately familiar with, her areolae dark and topped by prominent nipples. Emily had beautiful breasts; just more than a handful, firm and responsive. Her stomach had that intensely feminine shape; almost flat with a slight curve below her navel. Her slender waist and narrow hips emphasized the beautiful swell of her ass and shapely thighs. Nestled at the confluence of those thighs was a dark brown pubic bush that Emily kept trimmed and neat but full, aware of how much I liked her pubes.

The bed dipped when she sat and handed me a glass of wine. With a knowing smile she leaned over and kissed me gently. "Did you like the view?" she asked.

"Always." Balancing the wine glass I sat up and arranged the pillow behind me, leaning back against the dark wood headboard. Emily did the same, her legs stretched, ankles crossed and took a sip of wine.

"Mmmm. Good wine," she murmured, drawing the quilt over us. "Can we talk? Or are you too tired?" she asked.

I took a sip of the chilled wine before answering. Dry, crisp fruit flavors burst onto my tongue with a hint of gunflint. She'd opened a Chablis. "What's on your mind?"

Emily sipped her wine. A few moments of comfortable silence followed. It didn't bother me. We could be together and not talk and still find comfort in each other's company.

"Do you still like having sex with me?" she asked.

Her question bothered me. It sounded as if she wasn't sure of my enjoyment. Had she misinterpreted something I'd communicated by inadvertent body language? "I can honestly say, after sixteen years of marriage . . ."

Emily's elbow jabbed into my side playfully. "Twelve years, you nitwit," she corrected me.

I grinned and continued smoothly, ". . . twelve years of marriage . . . Are you sure it's only been twelve years?"

Emily laughed. "You're an idiot, Ken."

I chuckled and continued. "I can honestly say that I adore having sex with you, now more than ever. Can't you tell?"

"Am I a good lover?" she asked, taking another sip of wine, her eyes looking at the blank television on the dresser.

I lost some of the fun in me with that question. "You're a fantastic sexual partner, honey. Can you tell me where all this is coming from?"

My wife didn't answer me, saying instead, "How come you've never asked me how many lovers I had before you?"

"Why would I? You chose me. That's all that matters."

Her hand reached across and took mine giving it a soft squeeze. "Have I mentioned I love you?" she asked.

"Not recently and not nearly enough."

"Well I do."

We both sipped wine. I took the opportunity to study my wife's face. Thick, lustrous dark brown hair fell loose, layered, parted in the middle. Her nose was ruler straight but ever so slightly too big for her face. Pale red lips formed a classically shaped mouth, almost Roman. Her skin was unblemished and tanned slightly, suiting her dark eyes. Emily could look sultry one moment stirring desire in me, elegant and cool in another moment, and then smile so broadly and brightly in the next it would make me laugh, her eyes glinting with sexy mischief. I loved her dearly.

"Two," she said.

"Two lovers before me?"

"No. Including you."

"In that case, I am eternally thankful to the other guy. Whatever he taught you has given me enormous pleasure," I informed her, squeezing her hand.

I really was grateful, too. Emily was an incredible lover. She could be bawdy and crude at the right times and soft and loving and intense at others. I'd had a lot of lovers in my life before her and none matched her. Emily was inventive and adventurous and playful in her loving. Nothing was off the table, everything worth trying at least once - more if either of us enjoyed it. She brought an unrestrained joy to our sex life. I cherished it. I was a very, very lucky guy.

"That's sort of what I wanted to talk to you about," Emily said, for the first time looking deeply into my eyes.

"Your first? You don't need to tell me about him, honey. I'm not jealous."

"It's time you knew," she answered enigmatically.

"Why?"

"Just trust me. It's time."

"Okay," I conceded. "Tell me about him," I encouraged.

Emily shocked me senseless.

"Daddy was my first lover."

I must have misheard. "Excuse me?"

Emily squeezed my hand tightly. A worried expression emerged, her eyes watchful. "My father was my only other lover, Ken."

A swirling morass of thoughts tumbled through my mind. I'd never have suspected Emily of being molested. She seemed so balanced. When her father had been alive I'd noticed no fear or hatred or hesitancy in her when they were together. On the contrary, they'd seemed so close. I'd liked her father. And why was Emily so composed about it?

"I'm so sorry, honey," I said. "I had no idea. I mean . . ."

"No, Ken. It wasn't like that. I said he was my only other lover."

"I don't . . ." What was she saying?

"It was consensual. We were lovers, Ken. I need to tell you about it. It's time you know. Will you listen with an open mind?"

Despite the swirling, conflicting emotions cascading through me, I took a deep breath and studied my wife. She had an intent expression on her pretty face, determined, yet slightly worried. I fought the mental turmoil until calm was restored.

With a gentle squeeze of her now slightly damp hand and an encouraging smile that didn't sit comfortably, I said, "Go ahead. I'm all ears."

Emily smiled with relief. She sighed and relaxed, leaning back against the headboard. Showing her nervousness she withdrew her hand from mine and wiped it on the quilt, sipped her wine, and reached for my hand again. Her gaze turned to the blank television.

"It's not what you're thinking," she said. "It started so innocently.

"Daddy raised me after Mom left and he did a great job. I loved him like no one else. He was my daddy and my friend and my play partner. We were so close. It seemed normal to me when I decided to take a bath with him. I was six years old and thought it would be fun to play in the bathtub.

"Daddy didn't stop me when I climbed into the bathtub with him. I brought my foam letters and numbers to play with and we made funny words sticking them on the wall. I didn't even notice his penis. It wasn't important to me.

"I had such fun playing in the tub with Daddy I wanted to do it again and, without really meaning to, we started taking baths together every so often. Then it became showers, too."

Emily glanced over at me and smiled almost shyly. "I really didn't pay attention to his penis until just before turning ten years old. I was washing him and as I lathered up his penis it grew. He got an erection and I was just fascinated by it. There was nothing sexual in it for me. I wasn't even shocked. It just was, you know?"

I squeezed her hand gently and nodded, encouraging her to continue, my mind trying to comprehend what she was telling me. It was hard to imagine.

She continued, "That first time Daddy did nothing. He let me wash him and then gently removed my hands from his erection. But I was fascinated. From then on, like discovering a new toy, I made a point of washing his penis and deliberately making him erect. It was fun."

Emily smiled with amusement. "I don't think Daddy thought it was as much fun. In hindsight I know he was stopping me before he'd cum.

"You need to understand, Ken. Everything in our lives was normal. Our relationship was the same, we did the same things, he still punished me when I was rude or misbehaved and I still would get angry with him and yell at him. But in the bath or shower I had fun with him.

"And then, one morning I think it was too much for Daddy. While I was soaping his erection he came. That shocked me. I mean, seeing white semen pulsing out of his penis so suddenly was a surprise. His cum spurted all over my chest and stomach and when it stopped Daddy kept saying he was sorry.

"Me? I thought, sorry for what? I didn't understand what had happened. It wasn't sexual for me. It was just fascinating. I liked it.

"But things changed after that first time. Daddy refused to let me into the bath or to shower with him. I yelled and argued and finally cried." Emily laughed quietly. "Can you imagine me crying because my father wouldn't let me take a shower with him and play with his cock?"

I tried to imagine it. I couldn't.

"Anyway, he let me back in after a couple of rough days and I was quite happy. But things had changed. Daddy started washing me and I washed him, always making him cum at the end. What changed was Daddy washing me. That first time it had a huge impact. I'd turned ten years old and, after a long talk with Daddy, I knew that what I was doing to him was sexual; making him cum. I had also discovered masturbation in bed at night. But Daddy washing me was something else altogether.

"When Daddy soaped up my pussy and washed me, his fingers slipping and sliding over my slit and rubbing my clit, I came really, really hard. It was nothing like when I'd masturbate. It was much more intense.

"You need to picture it, Ken. I was holding onto his erection with both hands stroking him while he was carefully caressing me. The bolt of pleasure that hit me made me stop stroking him but I still held onto his erection, almost for support. Then a wave of heat and pleasure hit, blossoming up from my pussy with such force it made me gasp. Everything went dizzy and I came really hard. When I almost collapsed, Daddy gathered me in his arms and lifted me, hugging me.

"That's how it started. He was erect and hugging me. I wrapped my legs around him, hugged him back and sighed with pleasure. In that moment I really, really loved Daddy. I don't know why I rubbed myself against his erection. I just did and it felt good. I liked Daddy's hand holding my bottom and his other arm hugging me. I liked how he whispered my name. It was so soft and loving."

Emily looked at me. Her eyes were searching mine.

"It just happened, Ken. I rubbed myself against his erection knowing exactly what might happen. I knew we weren't washing each other. I knew Daddy was aroused. And when I felt him I loved it.

"I loved how Daddy sighed my name. I loved how he helped by moving my bottom. I loved feeling his erection pressed between us, all soapy and slippery. And, Ken, I loved feeling Daddy cum on me. I loved feeling his erection swell and pulse. I loved feeling how warm his semen was between us. The way he whispered my name was unlike any other time. He hugged me tight and I made him happy. I made my Daddy happy."

Emily paused. She stared at me intently. "I made my Daddy happy, Ken. Do you have any idea how important that is to a little girl?"

I didn't answer. I didn't know how important it was to a little girl. I didn't understand. And I really, really didn't understand my reaction. I actually found my wife's story arousing! Why? My hand trembled slightly when I took another sip of wine.

"What happened afterwards?" I asked.

Emily seemed to relax, leaning back, her hand giving mine a 'thank you' squeeze. She sipped some wine and continued.

"You might think we went off the deep end and had sex but we didn't. What we did was shower or take a bath together and bring each other pleasure. It didn't happen every day. Sometimes it was in the mornings on weekends, sometimes at night before bed. I was the one that would seek Daddy out when I wanted him. We'd both cum. We'd both have fun.

"Believe it or not, after almost two months, we hadn't even kissed. That's how casual and easy it was. But it changed again when I took a bath with Daddy. We'd started taking mostly showers since it was easier to touch and rub each other. I liked stroking Daddy and making him cum, but I loved being hugged and being in his arms and having him cum between us. Those times he was always so soft and loving.

"Anyway, this one time in the bathtub, we were struggling to find enough room to touch each other. I'd been growing a lot. Anyway, It was when I scrambled around that I accidentally sat on his erection.

Emily looked at me and grinned. "You know how we've done it, me sitting on you and humping your shaft with my pussy? It was like that."

She sipped her wine. I waited, now curious.

In a softer, quieter voice she continued. "It was the first time our genitals had touched. It was so different to me. Daddy's fingers were large. They'd always felt large when he'd caress my pussy. But Daddy's erection pressed along my slit was like nothing before. He felt huge and hard and so, so good, honey. If Daddy touching me was a nine on a scale of one to ten, sitting on his erection was a twenty-five.

"I humped Daddy. Actually, I fucked Daddy even though there was no penetration. It wasn't deliberate or planned. It just was. I was ten and a half and I was reacting to sensations, following the directions my body was sending me. I humped Daddy's erection and forgot all about him or his pleasure. It was selfish but oh so good.

"I scrubbed my clit along Daddy's erection, masturbated on him, humped away completely absorbed in my own pleasure and when I came, God, Ken, when I came it was so powerful it almost had me passing out."

Emily fell quiet, living with her memories. I noticed her areolae dimple up, a sign of how erotic she still found the memory.

"And?" I asked.

She shivered and, putting her wine glass on the bedside table, rubbed her arms. Leaning over the bed she grabbed the oversized T-shirt she used for sleepwear and pulled it on. She picked up her wine and sipped, her hand reaching for mine. With a quick smile she continued.

"It changed everything again. Daddy didn't cum that time. I think he was too scared. No. I know he was too scared. He refused to take another bath with me, only showers. But you know how kids are. I bugged him and bugged him, pestering him constantly because I wanted to do it again. It wasn't something we could do in the shower.

"I can be pretty determined when I set my mind to something . . ."

"No kidding," I interrupted with a smile.

Emily smiled brightly. "Anyway, when I said everything changed again, I meant it. I actually crawled all over Daddy on a Saturday morning while he was sleeping, shaking him awake and begging him to let me do it again. I told him this time I'd make sure he'd cum first. He laughed at that.

"That was the morning where we stayed in his bed. That morning I humped Daddy and he came when I did. But the change was afterwards. When I collapsed onto Daddy he hugged me gently and, when I finally lifted my head to smile at him he kissed me. Our first kiss happened with wet semen slippery between us.

"It was my first real kiss, Ken, and it was Daddy kissing me. It was so exciting. He was so gentle, so loving, and when it ended he sighed my name softly, so lovingly. With a kiss I'd made my Daddy happy. Do you have any idea how big that is to a little girl? I'd made my Daddy happy, Ken, so I was happy, too."

Emily's eyes lost focus as she watched memories drift through her mind. I waited and mulled over what she'd told me so far. I couldn't pinpoint where she'd been molested, but surely she had, hadn't she? No ten-year-old could know what they want in a sexual relationship. Despite it sounding as if she was the instigator, it must have been her father instigating; some subtle manipulation on his part.

My wife sighed quietly and sipped her wine.

"I slept with Daddy after that," she said, her eyes studying the wine. "I wanted to be close to him. I liked his smell and how warm he was. I loved being held by Daddy. I loved being kissed, too. I loved cuddling under the covers and watching TV together. It was my time with Daddy, never to be shared.

"I had just turned eleven years old when Daddy introduced me to oral sex. For months we'd slept together and sometimes we'd make each other cum, sometimes just cuddle. I learned how to kiss and, boy did I like it.

"It started with Daddy being silly. After peeing in the bathroom he crawled under the covers from the foot of the bed pretending he was Jaws, making that 'da-dum, da-dum' sound. He had me giggling and then screaming in laughter when his face rubbed the soles of my feet. It was fun when he kissed his way up my leg, the covers hiding him. But when he kissed my panties I stopped laughing.

"You know how I love oral sex," she said.

"Yup," I agreed with a nod. Emily would suffer extreme climaxes with oral sex.

"Well, when Daddy kissed me over my panties it felt nice. Not being able to see him was interesting. All I could do was feel. I liked how he gently rubbed my pussy before easing the front of my panties down. I liked how he kissed the top of my pussy gently before pulling my panties off. Then he slowly moved my legs apart. I didn't know what to expect. But God, Ken, when Daddy kissed my bare pussy and his tongue touched my clit it was like being hit with a live electrical wire.

"My body reacted, heat hitting me. He covered my pussy with his mouth and sucked and teased and made me feel so good. I could feel his tongue moving in between my lips, tickling my clit and probing down below. It was like nothing I'd experienced; intense and so arousing.

"I had no control when I came. None. It hit me out of the blue making my stomach muscles cramp. My toes curled. Heat and pleasure slammed into me so hard I couldn't even breathe. Then, like a bomb exploding, I came in a flood of bliss that swamped me. It was so hard I peed a bit. It hurt and felt wonderful at the same time."

Emily fell silent. She sipped her wine.

"He was very good at oral sex, too. I know that in hindsight. It's why I love oral sex so much. Anyway, that first time I came so hard I could hardly move afterwards. Daddy cuddled me and I fell asleep.

"After that first time I wanted Daddy to give me oral sex every time. He refused. He taught me how variety was better and how anticipation made oral sex even more intense.

"It was a couple of months later when I tried oral sex on Daddy."

Emily chuckled.

"What?" I asked.

"I had no idea what to do but wanted to try. I wanted to surprise Daddy. I did. He had a morning erection and was asleep. I knew how to stroke him so I did, worming under the covers to watch. Then, because he'd do it to me, I kissed his erection giving it lots of little kisses up and down the shaft. His erection pulsed harder when I kissed the crown, so I did that a lot, too. Because he'd use his tongue on me, I did on him, licking first the shaft and then the crown. Somewhere along the way I wondered if I could get him into my mouth.

"I forgot that I was giving Daddy pleasure. I was having too much fun. I managed to get the whole crown in my mouth and Daddy actually moved slightly trying to push in deeper. The crown swelled, too. But, what did I know? After letting the tip sit pulsing in my mouth, I stroked his shaft and, right when I pulled my mouth off him, Daddy came.

"His cum spurted up my nose first. I was so shocked I didn't move and the next spurt hit me in my eye. That got me moving. I completely forgot about Daddy's orgasm in my rush to clean my eye and nose."

Emily chuckled again. "It was probably the worst blowjob ever. But Daddy cuddled me and told me it was the best he'd ever had. He told me he loved it and, if I wanted, he'd like to try it again and again. He kissed me and hugged me. It might have been an awful blow job, but I'd made my daddy happy. That was all that mattered."

As she sipped her wine I tried to picture it, Emily as an eleven-year-old sucking on her father's erection. It wouldn't coalesce in my mind.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"Yes. But like it was a game, not sexual enjoyment. I liked giving my daddy pleasure."

I tried not to ask, but curiosity got the better of me. "When did you have intercourse with your father?"

"A couple of months later. It was an accident. I was eleven and a half."

"An accident?" I asked.

Emily smiled with amusement. "Yeah. An accident."

I waited for her to continue. Her eyes lost focus again, memories playing through her mind. She smiled softly, a smile I recognized, one she'd have when quietly pleased. "Will you tell me?" I asked.

"It was . . ." Her voice trailed off.

"Was what?"

Shaking her head as if to clear her mind, Emily patted my thigh and smiled. She sipped her wine, now almost finished.

"What I didn't know was, all the times Daddy was giving me oral sex his tongue was probing into my vagina. It was such a gradual thing I never knew I'd lost my hymen. Feeling his tongue was just a wonderful part of oral sex.

"What I had discovered was precum. Like you, Daddy had a lot of it when he'd get excited and he'd taught me how it would make us slippery when I'd hump his shaft. I loved sitting astride Daddy and humping him. I loved seeing his expressions, the love and adoration in his eyes, his excitement. And seeing Daddy cum, seeing his semen spurting was such a high. I loved making my daddy cum.

"I'd started growing breast buds at that point. They were just raised areolae, but sensitive. When Daddy rubbed them gently it added to my arousal. This one time, Daddy was really slippery. I didn't know it, but I was, too. While he rubbed my buds I slowly slipped my pussy up and down his erection, liking the small tremors of pleasure it gave me. I started breathing faster.

"But on one hump, I slipped higher, up over the head of his erection. It rubbed my clit and felt so incredibly good I repeated it, and then repeated it. I really liked the feeling of Daddy's crown sliding through my cleft. It was like the softest, sexiest caress.

"You know how the hornier you are the less control you have?" she asked me.

I nodded. I knew that feeling well. Like the fury of a storm it could take control, lower barriers of restraint, and increase pleasure. When taken too far, regret and embarrassment would wait to rob you of post-orgasmic pleasure.

Emily finished her wine and set the glass aside. She reached out and took my glass away from me, putting it next to hers. I slipped down in bed. She rolled into my side, my arm around her, her head finding the crook of my shoulder. Her hand rubbed my chest.

"I humped Daddy's erection slowly making sure the head rubbed up and down my pussy and against my clit. It felt wonderful, Ken. At some point I lost myself. I forgot to think or even watch Daddy. It wasn't my fault or Daddy's."

Emily's hand caressed lower, moving under the quilt and onto my stomach.

In a softer voice lulling me to enter her memories, she continued.

"My climax was different. Usually it would rush at me and slam into me, but not that time. It sort of welled up and swamped me in a burst of pleasure that was so strong I fell onto Daddy. I was still humping him. You have to picture it, Ken. I was on top of Daddy, my legs to each side, humping my pussy against the head of his erection. Daddy hugged me, wrapping me in his big arms, and then he whispered my name. Daddy whispered my name, Ken. He did it so lovingly, too.

"Do you know what it's like to have your Daddy whisper your name right when you're climaxing? It's like nothing else on earth. It made me hump him harder and, without meaning to, Daddy suddenly penetrated me. I was humping him. It was me, not Daddy. But the feeling . . ."

Silence arrived. Emily's hand drifted lower and discovered the impact her story was having. She gently held my renewed erection giving it a squeeze. I couldn't deny how arousing her story was. It sounded so sexy, so loving.

"I knew you'd understand," she whispered.

"Tell me the rest," I said.

"I was in the middle of an orgasm when Daddy penetrated me. It didn't hurt at all. It was wonderful. He stretched me so much, filling me. It made me ache for more. I fucked Daddy. I actually fucked my daddy, Ken. It was like I was being driven. I needed more of him inside me."

Emily's hand started stroking my erection.

"It was an all-consuming need. I couldn't get Daddy deep enough and my orgasm kept coming at me. I loved it. I loved feeling Daddy inside me. I loved being hugged by Daddy. But, when Daddy whispered "Oh, baby," and actually thrust into me, I drowned. I felt Daddy's erection swell inside me. I felt Daddy cum in me, Ken. I felt every pulse, every throb, every thrust. I heard Daddy's gasps of pleasure and it made me so happy."

Emily's hand caressed the tip of my cock. "You're wet, Ken," she observed, spreading precum around. She continued.

"It was a wonderful experience. Making love with Daddy was fantastic. I didn't know just how lucky I was. My first time was truly wonderful. Do you have any idea how important that was for me?"

I did. Emily was a wonderful wife, a warm and caring mother, and an amazing lover. I nodded.

She smiled at me almost with relief, rising onto her elbow. She looked into my eyes and drew the quilt down. With a soft kiss, she drew her T-shirt up and off and sat up. "My first time was like this, Ken," she whispered, straddling me.

Emily's pussy settled gently on my shaft. She was still slippery and moist from making love earlier. With a slight shudder, she slowly began to hump my shaft, giving my erection a warm sensual caress, her pussy hugging me.

Then she surprised me.

"You're so hard tonight, Daddy," she whispered softly.

I groaned, a surge of arousal hitting me. Emily eased her slippery pussy up higher and over my crown, my erection disappearing, moist heat rubbing. I noticed her body twitch slightly as she rubbed her clit on me.

"You feel so good, Daddy," she murmured, her eyes closing.

Reaching up, I cupped her beautiful breasts, squeezing them gently before tweaking her nipples. Emily moaned and humped me a bit harder. I knew my wife's body, her arousal, and her climaxes. I knew what stage she was at; her slight trembling, her stomach clenching, and a gentle flush emerging above her breasts all pointing to an imminent orgasm.

Emily's eyes opened and stared at me. She smiled lovingly and lowered herself onto me. I welcomed her in my arms, her breasts pressed against me.

"Daddy," she whispered.

Lord help me it turned me on. My erection strained, flexed, ached. Then she eased her pussy up, tilted her hips slightly and pressed herself against the tip of my cock. With small motions Emily slowly worked my erection into her, a moist, warm sheath surrounding me.

"So good, Daddy," she murmured lovingly. "You feel so big inside me. Do you like this? Am I making you feel good, Daddy?"

I groaned loudly and thrust up into her, so wonderful, so arousing.

Emily whispered very quietly, "Yes, Daddy. Fuck me."

Hugging her tightly, I fucked my wife, thrusting up into her, fucking her. Emily moaned and thrust her pussy at me impaling me deep. We fucked with growing urgency, thrusting, withdrawing, fucking each other. Then Emily took me over the top. Just as my erection was straining, thick, heavy, pressure in my groin, she whispered in my ear.

"Cum, Daddy. Cum with me."

"Emily, baby," I gasped, my erection swelling. With a hard thrust I exploded, semen bursting in a flash of pleasure.

Emily grunted and clenched, her body shaking as she climaxed. We fucked with force, my cock pulsing and spurting, cum erupting in beautiful bliss, thrusting, cumming, cumming.

Our hearts slowed. Emily felt heavy on me. She was limp. With a sigh she eased off me and settled against my side, pulling the quilt up over us, her head nestled into the crook of my shoulder. I turned the bedside light off. I was exhausted, sexually drained. Cumming twice hadn't happened since our early years together. I was ready to sleep.

My wife wasn't quite finished with me.

"Thank you for understanding," she said quietly in the darkness.

"The way you told it, it sounded so loving. How could I not understand? But why now?"

"I haven't finished the story, yet. A while ago Olivia started asking me about sex. It's not surprising. I expected her to ask much sooner. But it seems that growing breast buds started her thinking.

"I've never lied to her or you. I'll admit to the sin of omission, of not telling about something, but I've never lied. Olivia wanted to know about sex. So I told her about how masturbating was a good thing, how pleasure from your own body was important, and to never be ashamed of it.

"Our daughter surprised me, Ken. Despite a slight blush she asked me if I masturbated. I told her I do . . ."

"You do?" I asked.

"Don't you?"

"Well, no. I've never felt the need. You've been more than enough for me."

"Thanks," Emily said with a caress of my chest. "But you seem to have forgotten those times we've masturbated together."

"Oh. Right." It had slipped my mind. It was just one of the many ways we found pleasure with each other. Seeing my wife masturbating was one of the most erotic sights ever. I loved seeing passion build in her face and body. I adored seeing her in the grip of a climax, her body straining and clenching, her ecstasy so beautiful.

"As I was saying, I told Olivia I masturbated, too. Then she asked if you do. I told her you did. It's perfectly normal even when married.

"The conversation sort of evolved. Olivia wanted to know how you masturbated so I described it to her. Then we talked about female masturbation, how our climaxes were different from a man's. That led into a discussion of different ways to masturbate and how they'd give different orgasms."

"They do?" I asked. "I thought all orgasms were the same."

"Don't be a twit, Ken."

"But . . . Are there really different types?"

"Of course there are. Some are soft and warm and loving. Some are almost painful they're so strong."

"Oh. Okay. I didn't really think about it."

"Aren't yours different?" Emily asked.

"Now I think about it, yeah, a bit. Some are stronger, some not as strong, but basically they're the same."

"Well, your daughter has an inquiring mind. We talked about different ways to bring pleasure and some she'd never thought of."

I interrupted Emily. The concept of our daughter masturbating was so new it fascinated me. "How does she do it?" I asked.

"The same as all girls."

"How's that?"

"She rubs her clitoris. She either uses her finger or, as I did, humps her scrunched-up pillow."

I tried to picture my little girl humping a pillow. "Does she do it naked or wearing clothes?"

Emily chuckled. "Are you finding this exciting?"

"Yup."

"Good. Our little girl usually has her panties on. Anyway, I was trying to tell you. When we were on her bed together I started to . . ."

"Hold on! How did you get to being on her bed?" I asked. I seemed to have missed something.

"Oh. Didn't I mention? I offered to show Olivia how to make her climaxes even better."

"Our daughter?"

Emily chuckled. "Yes our daughter. Pay attention, Ken."

"I'm trying to."

Emily laughed softly. "The kiss sort of happened . . ."

"Stop it!"

"Stop what?" Emily asked all innocent.

"Stop teasing me. Tell me properly."

Emily laughed. "Okay. But it's fun shocking you. Where was I?"

"You were on our daughter's bed," I reminded her.

"Ah, well, I really did kiss her, just not like you're thinking. We settled on her bed . . . Did you know it smells of her? It's a beautiful smell, Ken. Anyway, lying together, I told her to relax and kissed her cheek. I started out just caressing her over her clothes, being careful not to press against her breast buds too hard. They're sensitive at that stage. We talked as I rubbed her chest and the tops of her legs. I talked about female bodies, my hand passing over her pussy a few times, each time slower, each time lingering a bit longer until finally it was resting on her mons.

"Olivia was wearing jeans. I couldn't feel much, just the shape of her pussy. But I rubbed gently and asked her what she was feeling. She relaxed even more as we chatted. Eventually I kissed her cheek again and edged my hand up to the waist of her jeans, opening the button and lowering the zipper.

"I have a confession, Ken. It aroused me. Through the opening of her jeans I saw our daughter was wearing simple baby blue cotton panties with white elastic at the waist. I eased my hand into her jeans and cupped her pussy. It was so small, so rounded. It felt so familiar, too. I remembered being her age and the panties I used to wear. I remembered touching myself when lying on my bed.

"Touching Olivia made me horny. But, when I moved my hand up and slipped my fingers inside her panties I discovered Olivia was turned on! Her pussy was beautiful, plump and hairless, silky soft and warm, and the most amazing shape. It made me wet touching our daughter. It made me really, really horny when I found slight moisture at the base of her pussy.

"If touching Olivia was exciting, it was nothing compared to giving her an orgasm. It reminded me of Daddy touching me. My finger slipped and spread her moisture up over her small clitoris. Olivia sighed when I started. Her eyes closed. Her nose flared as she breathed deeply. And, God, Ken, with my finger gently strumming her clit our little girl climaxed. It was beautiful. She came so softly with little gasps, her body shaking. I even saw her toes curl!"

Silence returned when Emily's voice trailed off. My heart beat. I was physically drained yet mentally horny. I had the picture in my mind; my wife on our daughter's bed, her hand inside our daughter's open jeans, underneath our daughter's baby blue cotton panties, touching her intimately; Emily touching Olivia intimately!

"And?" I asked.

Emily chuckled silently. "I got so horny I had to go and masturbate to relieve the pressure."

"So that was it?"

"No. Not at all. How do I put this? Our daughter loved being touched. She loved having me touch her and bring her to a climax. For several weeks we . . ."

"Weeks?" I interrupted. This had been going on for weeks?

"Mmmm-hmmm. Your little girl has an inquisitive mind. As we'd touch each other . . ."

"Hold on! Olivia was touching you, too?" I asked, now stunned.

"Of course. Let me finish, Ken. Eventually we started taking showers together and it was only natural to let Olivia touch me when I was touching her. It reminded me of the showers I used to take with Daddy. Olivia asked me about my first time and the first boy I'd ever been with and . . ."

"You didn't tell her about your father, did you?" I interrupted again.

Emily rubbed my chest. "Of course I did. I won't lie to her. I told her about my first time, how it happened, how wonderful it was. I told her about the showers and baths and being in bed with Daddy, how much I loved it."

"Was she shocked when she heard?"

"No. Why do you think I decided it was time you knew about Daddy and me? Olivia's eleven years old."

My heart was thumping. I waited.

"She wants to make her Daddy happy, Ken, just as I did."

Morning light brought me out of a drugged-like sleep. Consciousness returned. Emily's conversation came back to me. I got an erection, a hard erection.

The bed was empty. It usually was on the weekend. Emily always got up before me. Rolling out of bed I took my erection to the bathroom and into the shower, my mind reviewing last night.

Emily told me our daughter wanted to seduce me, sort of like Emily had done with her father. I'd unashamedly pointed out that no seduction was necessary. The concept of loving my little girl thrilled me, especially since I'd seen how Emily had turned out. Clearly, if handled right, the experience could be positive and, surprising myself, I was all for it.

Washing my hair, eyes closed to keep stinging suds out, my erection faded enough for me to pee. I did.

Emily had almost caused a third erection last night. She'd talked about how our little girl wanted to tease me to see if her Daddy would be attracted to her, see if I'd find her sexy. Apparently it was important for Olivia to be desired but, according to Emily, being able to turn Daddy on was integral to the seduction, to her enjoyment, and ultimately to her satisfaction.

I grinned to myself, rinsing my hair. Based on my wife's confessions there was no need for seduction. Never the less, I was looking forward to seeing how an eleven-year-old would seduce. Not very well, I imagined. It would be fun. I was under strict orders on how to react. My wife had given me a script to follow. This was shaping up to be a great day.

EMILY SAT AT THE kitchen table. Ken was still upstairs. He worked hard during the week, long hours on Wall Street taking it out of him. Weekends were always his sleep-in days. Besides, sex twice last night had tuckered him out.

Emily smiled to herself. It had gone better than she'd hoped. She hadn't expected Ken to get aroused by her story. She'd expected some cajoling and persuasion to be needed. Once again she'd underestimated him. Still. It was a long way from being titillated by an erotic confession to actually . . .

"Hi, Mom," Olivia said, walking into the kitchen.

"Morning, honey," Emily responded, reaching out and drawing her daughter into a hug and kiss. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Cereal," Olivia decided, pulling out a chair and sitting. Her dark brown eyes lit up. "It's today, right?"

Emily smiled and stood to get cereal for Olivia and more coffee for herself. "Yes. We'll start today. Poor Daddy. I don't think he'll know what hit him."

Olivia giggled. Excitement pulsed through her body. She wanted to do what Mom had done. She wanted to feel the way Mom had talked about feeling when she'd been eleven and with her Daddy. It sounded like so much fun.

"You remember what we talked about?" Mom asked, placing a bowl of Cheerios on the table.

"Uh-huh," Olivia nodded. "Be . . . Be subtle, right?"

"That's it. Peeks and touches, okay?"

"Uh-huh. How long will it take?" Olivia asked.

Emily smiled at her daughter's enthusiasm. She experienced a spark of excitement, too. Memories came back; good memories. "It depends on how good you are. If you're really, really good, maybe a day or two."

"I'm gonna be really good. One day only," Olivia claimed with a determined nod.

I HEARD VOICES COMING from the kitchen as I descended the stairs. They fell silent when the last step squeaked.

Emily was at the counter pouring a mug of coffee. She was in her tight jeans and silky emerald green blouse. Her brown hair fell loose over her shoulders.

"Hi, Daddy!" my daughter greeted me brightly.

"Morning, Oli . . ."

Olivia sat at the kitchen table with a half-empty bowl of Cheerios in front of her, a spoon partially raised, sweet dark brown eyes twinkling at me, and a beautiful smile greeting me. Partially turned in her chair, one foot was up on the seat, the other down. I'd seen her sit like that before, but never in her red nightshirt.

With her knee up at her chin and foot on the chair seat, I had an eyeful of baby blue cotton panties, my little girl's pussy stretching the gusset, plump and succulent, so small, with a sexy little camel toe outlining her short cleft.

Seemingly oblivious of the arousing eyeful she was giving me, Olivia took a spoonful of cereal, her attention turning to her mother.

"Morning, Olivia," I finally managed. Kissing my wife's cheek, I added, "Morning to you, honey."

Emily smiled at me, pretty eyes twinkling with amusement and handed me a mug of coffee. Clearly she'd seen it, too. "Morning. How are you feeling this morning? Sore? Stiff?"

I choked on the coffee, coughed to clear my lungs, and grinned. How had she guessed?

"We're going bowling today, Daddy," Olivia announced.

"Are we now. Since when?"

"Since I said!" she exclaimed with a smile.

Emily spoke up. "After chores."

"Aaw, Mom!"

I joined in. "Yeah, aaw, Mom!"

Emily laughed. "Fine. But that just means more chores for tomorrow and less time to have fun together." She gave our daughter a meaningful look.

Olivia's eyes opened wider. Comprehension hit. I saw her get it. A serious expression emerged, so cute. "We should do all the weekend chores this morning," she announced.

I got a taste of what was in store for me when my daughter finished her breakfast and climbed onto my lap. She wiggled and snuggled and leaned against me emitting a soft sigh, "Love you, Daddy." She was deliciously cute.

EMILY SMILED AT KEN'S dopey expression. He was such a sucker for his little girl. When Olivia gave her a secret grin Emily almost laughed, turning away from her daughter to put dishes in the dishwasher. This was going to be fun.

Like an accomplished conductor of a major philharmonic, Emily orchestrated events all day. As Ken mowed the lawn she had Olivia take a drink of water out to him, her daughter dressed in tight pink Lycra shorts that not only outlined her panties underneath, but formed to every detail of her little pussy, a plump camel toe forming. Given strict instructions, as Emily watched out through the kitchen windows, Olivia wiggled her tush and removed a deep wedgie as she walked back to the house, Ken's eyes locked on his daughter's ass.

Olivia proved to be a talented student. She demanded frequent hugs and lavished Ken with, "Luv ya, Daddy," whispers, Ken smiling quite stupidly every time.

After lunch, with Olivia carefully dressed in a short frilly royal blue skirt, and with three of her best friends in tow, they went five pin bowling. Olivia was perfect. Every ball throw involved deep bending and the flash of her baby blue cotton panties underneath a short skirt. As the game progressed a damp line emerged along her cleft, Olivia perspiring from the effort of bowling.

Emily chuckled to herself when Ken began shifting on the plastic seat. She knew what was causing his discomfort. It excited her, too. He was going to be so damned horny by bedtime. Her nipples tingled in anticipation.

After dinner it got better.

Sitting in an armchair, Emily chuckled to herself silently. The television was showing a sitcom and she knew Ken's mind wasn't even seeing it. Poor Daddy.

Olivia had arrived with her hair dark and damp from the shower. She'd worn the carefully selected white cotton T-shirt that was slightly too short. Underneath she'd worn the plain white cotton panties Emily had picked out for her. Those panties were old. They were washed thin. If you looked very carefully you could see Olivia's little cleft shadowed underneath and Ken had looked very, very carefully.

Olivia had sat next to her daddy, jumped up to get cookies, sat back on his lap, snuggled, jumped up again to get a glass of milk, sat back on his lap and snuggled, sighing deeply and placing his hand on her bare leg, just as instructed.

Like an expert, Olivia had cuddled and talked about her day, bowling, and her friends. She laughed at the television and wiggled in her daddy's lap.

Emily watched the distress emerge on Ken's face. It was a familiar look; arousal. Just wait, my Dear!

Olivia's bedtime arrived. She gave her daddy a big smooch on his cheek and a tight hug. She giggled quietly when hugging her mom and ran off to bed. By the time Emily cleaned up and arrived in the bedroom Ken was in bed with a very familiar look of lust on his face. Emily smiled.

She changed in the bathroom, preparing carefully. With a detour to tuck her daughter in, Emily went to join Ken in bed, smiling with satisfaction, her heart beating fast, nipples tender, pussy pleasantly moist. Now for step two.

MY HEART RATE WAS elevated. Waiting for my wife to join me in bed, my erection bobbed under the quilt. I was so damned horny. Our daughter had showered me with attention and love, which I adored. But she'd teased me with sexy peeks of her panties, her cute bottom, and her succulent little pussy coddled by soft cotton. The sight of her wearing plain white panties, her little cleft visible though the thin cotton, still had me aching.

Emily's smile distracted me when she entered the bedroom. It was her smile of satisfaction. I noticed how she'd worn a soft white T-shirt and small, plain white cotton panties - like daughter, like mother. The only difference was the shadow of her pubic bush underneath the thin cotton. She slipped into bed and turned the bedside light off. Darkness was broken by a faint glow from the night sky. She cuddled into me, her head settling in the crook of my shoulder, her hand teasingly stirring the hairs on my chest, her knee resting on my leg.

"There are a couple of other things I need to tell you about," she said in a soft voice.

I groped her panty-covered ass, firm and sexy, so familiar. "Go ahead," I suggested, a spark of excitement arriving. What more surprises did my wife have in store for me?

"You sure you're not too horny?" she asked, her hand moving south, her fingertips tracing lightly along my shaft, my erection throbbing.

"If you keep doing that there'll be no more conversation."

"Okay."

Her hand moved back to safe territory, my chest. It moved higher, reaching my neck. She eased her hand up to my face. "Smell," she whispered.

I inhaled. At the edge of my senses I caught a light musky scent, immediately familiar. My wife had been playing with herself.

"Open," she instructed and eased her finger into my mouth when I obeyed. "Taste."

Yup. Definitely traces of her pussy. I sucked. "Mmmm." When she removed her finger I said, "You're horny, too."

She chuckled quietly. "I am. But that's Olivia you just tasted."

Fuck me! "That was . . .?"

"Your little girl?" Emily finished for me. "Uh-huh. She was horny, too."

My cock ached and pulsed. "Jesus Christ, Em!"

"Exciting, isn't it?"

It was! It was thrilling, arousing, stupendously sexy. Emily distracted me by gently gripping my cock.

"I wanted you to know how delicious our daughter's pussy is. You should see her when . . ."

I groaned loudly, reached down and pulled Emily's hand off of my erection. A few strokes and a few more shocking mental images and I'd cum. I didn't want to. Not yet. I needed details.

"Don't touch me, Em. Just talk . . . and you better make make it fast."

Emily laughed. "Olivia and I started taking showers together. Remember? I told you that last night. Anyway, it was only natural for us to touch each other. Your daughter has a very tender touch, Ken," Emily added as an aside. "She explored me and then herself to see the similarities and differences between our pussies. At one point her fingers penetrated me - I was very wet - and she asked me how it felt, did I like it?

"That led to a discussion of how big my daddy was and how big your erection is. And that naturally led me into showing her how to ease her finger into her own pussy . . ."

"You broke our daughter's hymen?" I asked in astonishment.

"No. She'd lost that from sports or riding her bike or some other activity. You're not paying attention, Ken. I said she used her own finger on herself, experimenting. She didn't enjoy it. She was too dry."

Emily's fingers toyed with my chest hair again, almost coyly. She continued.

"That's what led to oral sex."

My heart palpitated, breath short. I wasn't going to survive. Precum leaked and spread on my stomach, my erection bobbing with each pulse of arousal. I groaned quietly again.

"Are you all right, honey?" Emily asked.

"You're a witch," I answered.

Emily chuckled and continued. "We finished the shower and I brought her to this bed, our bed, right here. We were naked. Olivia has a beautiful body. She has the same darker skin that we do but the cutest white bikini lines on her chest and bottom.

"She's started puberty. You wouldn't notice unless you saw her naked. Her areolae have grown bigger and little buds have emerged. It's so exciting to see, honey. They feel so good when you kiss them, too, like little firm pads. I remember how mine would ache at times, even be painful, too.

"But the biggest surprise was, when I moved down between her legs and finally studied our daughter's pussy, I saw five pubic hairs. Just five, Ken. Small, silky, and fine, but so cute. You should see her. She's so sexy."

I groaned deeply. My erection swelled, rising, firm, thick, a wave of arousal hitting me. It almost felt like I could cum without even touching myself.

"Then I kissed her little pussy. She tasted delicious, the flavor of youth, clean yet slightly musky. She has the cutest little clit, too. I finally understood what Daddy was feeling when he'd eat me out. Our pussies are so small at that age you can cover it with your mouth. Olivia's pussy really turned me on. I liked how smooth it was without pubes, like a baby's bottom. Her small labia hugged my tongue, too."

Emily paused. I waited, my mind trying to picture my wife lying between our daughter's legs and kissing her pussy. It was hard. I didn't know what an eleven-year-old naked girl looked like so I couldn't clearly see what Emily was describing, but it sure turned me on.

"And then?" I encouraged.

"Olivia is more sexual than I was at her age. She became quite wet quite fast, and not from my saliva. When I tried to ease the tip of my finger into her it slipped it. She was so tight, Ken, her pussy gripping my finger. But Olivia moaned and pressed her pussy at me. My entire finger slipped in. With just a bit more stimulation of her clitoris our daughter climaxed.

"I love her climaxes. They are so complete, as if her whole body is cumming. It's so cute the way she snorts, too."

Emily paused. "Damn, I'm horny just remembering it," she whispered.

"How often have you two been doing this?" I asked.

"Two or three times a week." Emily's hand found my weeping erection. "It feels like you're aroused by our little girl. Do you want to make love with her?"

"Yes," I breathed out. "Very much, now. But she must be too small to take me without it hurting. I can't hurt her, Em. I just can't."

"You won't. She can take two of my fingers now. She'll be incredibly tight but you won't hurt her. She's so excited about us all being together, Ken. She's so excited about making love with her daddy."

I groaned silently. How tight would an eleven-year-old be? Could she take all of me or just a bit? Thoughts tumbled through my mind, each erotic and arousing. Emily caught my attention with a tight squeeze of my cock.

"Can I tell you something else?" Emily asked.

"I'm not sure I can take it," I informed her, my erection swelling in her hand, arousal now strong.

"Every time I think about you making love to our daughter I get wet. I've wondered what it looked like when Daddy and I were having sex and wished I could have seen it. Now I can. Now I can see what it would have been like by watching you have sex with Olivia. I get to see her little pussy stretched and penetrated by your thick cock, honey. I get to see you fucking our little girl, see you buried inside her. And you know what?" Emily asked in a soft whisper.

My heart was racing, pulse thumping. "What?"

"I want to see your cock pulsing when you cum in her and fill her tight little pussy with your semen. Can you imagine? Her daddy's semen being the first in her womb?"

I groaned loudly.

"And I want to see her pussy leaking your cum, Ken, just like Daddy's used to leak from mine. Then I'll clean her up. I'll eat your cum right from her pussy. Would you like that?"

"Jesus Christ, Em!"

She urged me to move on top of her. "I'm so horny, Ken. Come on, hurry. Fuck me." Her legs parted, knees rising to cradle my hips. She reached down to guide my aching erection.

Warm, silky moisture greeted me, a teasing kiss on the tip of my cock. Emily sighed aloud and tugged my shaft. Warmth surrounded my crown. With a groan of my own, my erection slipped into my wife's very, very slippery pussy.

"God, yes, Daddy," she moaned, her hands gripping my ass.

It thrilled me, sending shivers of arousal through me. I responded, thrusting, burying myself in her silken grip, my face nestling to her neck. "You're so tight, sweetheart," I murmured. "Daddy loves you."

Emily moaned and thrust her hips up at me. Her ankles hooked around my thighs. Her mouth found mine and she kissed me hard, tongue probing, forceful and demanding.

I withdrew and fucked back into her. Breath puffed out of her nose. The kiss broke.

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered. "Fuck me."

I grunted when I thrust into her hard, hard. Suddenly we were fucking each other, hard thrusts, our pace increasing, fucking faster, her silken pussy gripping me, milking me, her breath hot against my neck.

"Oh God, yes. Cumming, Daddy," she moaned, her hips surging up at me.

I recognized the signs; my wife's body almost cramping for the briefest moment before suddenly jerking and fucking me, arms grasping, legs gripping. She grunted, "Yessss Daddy," and fell into her climax.

I followed, my erection swelling. A powerful wave slammed into me and, with a deep groan, semen erupted in a burst of joy, hot cum spurting. Another wave of ecstasy hit me, my cock swelling and exploding. "Fuck me!" I gasped and exploded again, cum flooding Emily's pussy. Carried by our pleasure, we fucked and came until, with an almost painful last thrust, our orgasms passed leaving us panting, sweating, hearts racing.

Warm water cascaded over my shoulders and streamed down my body. A cloud of roiling steam hovered under the ceiling. Water droplets ran in meandering paths down the glass shower wall leaving behind brief streaks of clarity before steam and water obscured the short glimpse of beyond. The bathroom halogen light was diffused as it penetrated into the shower stall, becoming softer and warmer. Falling water sounded like I imagined a mini Niagara Falls would sound; a gentle roar that usually induced a hypnotic calm in me as it rinsed away stress - just not today, not this morning.

Through the opaque glass wall a shadow appeared and my gut tightened, heart beat faster, and nerves grew making my hands twitchy. I still couldn't believe I was doing this. It was surreal; exciting yet slightly terrifying. The shadow separated into two, one taller, one smaller. Unconsciously I held my breath. Modesty tugged at my hands urging them to cover my genitals. Resisting the natural impulse was a challenge.

The shower door opened slightly. Emily stepped in, beautifully naked, a soft smile on her familiar face, her warm brown eyes sparkling with excitement I didn't yet feel. Her hand held Olivia's. Behind her, looking shyly at me with a cute embarrassed smile, my daughter entered the shower, naked as the day she was born.

The contrast and similarities between mother and daughter were stark. Emily, at thirty-three years old, was in the prime of her life, mature and sensual. Olivia, not yet twelve years old, was the picture of sweet little girl, almost shapeless yet intensely female. She was so familiar yet, in her nakedness, completely unfamiliar.

Just how had Emily talked me into this? My daughter looked almost as nervous as I was. Concept and reality are two very different things. Conceptual thoughts - fantasies - can arouse and titillate, or intrigue, or fascinate. But those same thoughts in the harsh light of reality are very, very different. This reality was so nerve-wracking it was almost frightening and I was as far from being aroused as Justin Bieber was from being declared a saint.

Emily laughed at my nervousness. "Look, Olivia, your daddy's embarrassed. How cute is that?"

Olivia giggled, her dark brown eyes twinkling with amusement, all traces of shyness or hesitancy vanishing. She glanced at my flaccid penis and back up at me. "It's smaller than you said, Mom," she observed.

Emily smiled broadly, familiar mischief flitting through her eyes. She looked down at Olivia and said, "Half the fun is making it big, honey. Remember what we talked about?"

Olivia nodded. "Uh-huh." She looked up at me and smiled sweetly, still shy but excited. "Can I have the soap please, Daddy?" she asked.

Several moments later, with my daughter washing me and her small hands carefully avoiding touching my penis, the sight really, really enjoyable, I was too nervous to feel any arousal. Emily, smiling at my condition, moved to my side and began washing me as well. It was nice. Just that - nice.

Sexy is a state of mind. Arousal can't exist without sexy; the sexy sight of someone, their sexy behavior, flirtatious eyes, coyness. Attraction, without sexy being present, is purely platonic. And there are natural inhibitors to perceiving someone as sexy. I was suffering from two of them; nervousness and shyness.

It had been decades since I'd last experienced shyness - back when I was a teenager. Yet here I was, shy at being naked in front of my daughter. Olivia, in the raw light of day and naked, seemed far too young for sex of any kind. I couldn't see her being an aroused, sensual girl. I couldn't see her as even having sexual feelings or desires. She was my beautiful little girl, sweet and innocent, and because of it the prospect of doing anything sexual with her was making me nervous and tense.

When four hands gently washed my penis and testicles, arousal remained in hiding. My wife looked into my eyes, studied me with her all-seeing mystical abilities, and smiled softly. She understood without me saying a word.

"Let's dry off while Daddy rinses," she suggested to Olivia.

The shower finished, I watched Emily kneel and dry our daughter with a thick bath towel. She rubbed Olivia gently, each leg, each arm, her shoulders, her back, her chest. Then, with a slower caress, Emily dried out daughter's beautiful little butt and brought the towel around to the front. Olivia held onto her mother's shoulder. She bent her knees slightly, spreading her thighs, and Emily carefully dried her small pussy. I watched, almost hypnotized. My wife's drying slowed to a gentle rub, the towel easing into our daughter's little cleft, hairless labia bulging.

With a soft kiss on our daughter's small nubs, Emily stood and dried herself. Smiling at me, she took Olivia's hand and led her out of the bathroom. Stepping out of the shower I started drying myself while watching Emily lead our little girl into our bed. From the bathroom I watched Emily kiss our daughter on her mouth and the first tendrils of excitement emerged. I watched Olivia actually kiss her mother back, her arms reaching around Emily's neck, Emily wrapping our little girl in a hug, two naked girls kissing. My excitement grew. Somehow the sight of Emily and Olivia kissing was very, very sexy.

Then heads tilted and I watched mouths open. I saw their tongues touch and an erection started forming, blood rushing down, my slow heart coming alive. It was so powerfully erotic; a mother loving her child.

Their French kiss deepened. Emily reached down and cupped our daughter's naked ass. Her fingers eased deeper. When Olivia moaned and humped I knew my wife was touching our daughter's pussy and my erection strengthened, rising. I dropped the towel and moved to the bed, sitting beside Emily. Without opening her eyes, my wife reached for my hand and drew it to Olivia's cute ass. She pressed my hand against two small, firm buttocks. My fingertips curled in and, with a shudder of excitement, I touched silken moisture, my child's arousal, my little girl's pussy. Desire thundered in shoving shyness and nervousness aside.

Emily wasn't finished. Still kissing Olivia, she took Olivia's hand and drew it away from her neck, guiding it down. Suddenly my darling daughter gently gripped my erection. Their kiss ended. Olivia looked down at her hand and my erection, her eyes big.

Emily smiled with satisfaction. "Told you it would work," she informed Olivia.

Olivia giggled and looked up at me, her eyes twinkling with excitement. A throb of my erection drew her attention back to my groin. She squeezed the shaft to test my stiffness, a wave of pleasure hitting me.

"I think Daddy would like a kiss," Emily suggested in a soft voice.

"Kay," Olivia whispered, standing up on the bed and moving towards me.

My arms welcomed her. Still sitting, I drew Olivia to me. She smiled so sweetly, her dark brown eyes sparkling with excitement. A bare butt settled onto my lap. My daughter's pussy and tummy pressed against my erection. I hugged her. She was so petite and sweet in my arms, such a sexy little thing. Then she kissed me. My erection was complete. Desire rushed in to join arousal in a confusing, tumbling maelstrom. My little girl's lips were small and silky. Beautiful eyes dazzled me. She tilted her head and opened her mouth. Tongues touched.

My hug tightened. My moan was heartfelt. My tongue toyed with hers. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to make love to my daughter. It felt right. It excited me. The intensity of my desire was shocking. Olivia suddenly pressing herself against my cock almost washed away restraint. I cupped her spectacular little ass, fondled her small buttocks, my erection flexing; I was so close to cumming.

"Lie back, Ken," my wife instructed.

Still kissing my little girl, I lowered myself backwards onto the bed, Olivia following me, her knees slipping to my sides. Olivia humped my shaft, her buttocks flexing. The kiss ended with a loud gasp - my gasp. "Jeeezus."

Olivia smiled brightly at me, her expression full of pride.

"She's pretty hard to resist," Emily said.

"She's impossible to resist," I responded, rubbing my daughter's cheek with my thumb. "You're just too gorgeous," I informed her.

Olivia's smile broadened, becoming blinding. Pleasure radiated from her pretty face and a familiar expression emerged; mischief, a carbon copy of my wife's expression. She sat up astride my body and looked at her mother. Emily smiled and nodded. Olivia looked back at me and, with a cute blush, asked, "Would you like to kiss me?"

"I just did. But I'd love to kiss you again," I answered.

Olivia stared at me, smiling, shyness. She shuffled up. "I meant, would you like to kiss me down there, my pussy. Mom said you'd really like it."

My eyes dropped and for the first time I studied my daughter's naked pussy. I finally saw an eleven-year-old pussy and damn! It was so small, so cute, so unbelievably sexy. Hairless, her short cleft had flowered open, her knees on either side of my chest. A little clit protruded, framed by hairless labia, and below was moist pinkness, my daughter's impossibly small entrance nestled at the base of her slit.

"Yes," I breathed. "I would love to kiss your pussy, honey." With both hands reaching under her to cup her gorgeous buttocks, I urged her up. Olivia moved her knees over my shoulders, legs under. I caught the scent of her; a very light musk, heady and thrilling.

Olivia lowered herself onto my mouth. Soft as silk skin met my lips, almost completely hairless, a few individual, tiny stray pubic hairs on each labia. I kissed my little girl's pussy, my erection pulsing, rigid. Her taste was stronger than her scent, her moisture slippery and warm. The tip of my tongue brushed her clit. Through my hands I felt her buttocks clench as she reacted.

Dark brown eyes peered down at me, Olivia staring as if studying me, searching for something.

"Doesn't this feel good?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. It does. Do you like it?" she asked

"Very much. More than chocolate cake," I confirmed, knowing chocolate cake was her absolute favorite treat.

Olivia smiled, a big, pleased smile, her eyes brightening. "Kay. You can do it some more." She lowered her pussy to my mouth.

Once more I kissed her little peach, my tongue probing between smooth labia to test her minuscule entrance. It was hard to believe Emily had had two fingers inside her. I tasted my little girl, her delicious arousal like the best ambrosia, light and delicate like her. A warm hand gently gripped my erection and moist warmth descended in a familiar sensation; my wife's mouth gently sucking me. It was my turn to shudder, my cock swelling dangerously, little pulses hitting me.

Olivia sighed and pressed her sweet pussy against my mouth. Looking up I saw she'd closed her eyes. Muscles in her tummy were clenching and relaxing in time with my tongue caressing her clit. Lower on my body a warm, moist mouth descended taking almost all of my erection before backing off just to descend again.

A barrage of signals started inundating me: my daughter humping my mouth, her hands curling into fists, lips parted, breathing heavier; my wife's mouth fucking me, the sound now noticeable, my erection straining; pressure building in my groin, a sign of an imminent orgasm, my stomach muscles tightening.

Before I could wonder what Olivia's climax would be like, as I sucked her clitoris harder and teased her clitoris, she inhaled sharply making a cute snorting sound and held her breath. Her body tensed, paused. I sensed trembling in her body. Then I drowned.

My little girl let loose with the cutest little grunt in the world. Her body shook. She let out a kitten-like mewl and started scrubbing her pussy on my mouth, humping me. The softest whisper followed, "Daddy," and she shook and shivered, stomach muscles clenching, waves of pleasure washing through her, each accompanied by either a snort or a mewl. It was so damned sexy, so utterly beautiful. My daughter took me over the top, helped in no small measure by my wife's moist mouth.

With a buck of my hips, my erection thrusting into Emily's mouth, I swelled, swelled, and exploded, semen erupting in a deeply satisfying spurt. Emily's mouth sucked, her hand squeezed and stroked my shaft, one hand cupping my balls, and I came again, a massive explosion, bliss cascading in. Olivia grunted and fell forward smothering my face, her sweet bum flexing and humping, her climax peaking. I erupted, cum spurting, cumming hard, so hard. Then I felt it. I felt the tiniest spurt of ambrosia from my daughter's pussy into my mouth. My erection erupted into my wife's mouth again, painfully. I lost time, drowning in too much pleasure, too much excitement, too much ecstasy.

Somehow we ended up all cuddled together, Olivia sandwiched between us, her eyes closed but not asleep; three naked bodies pressed together. The scent of my daughter filled my lungs, a different aroma than what I was used to. Behind her my wife's soft brown eyes smiled at me. The love I felt for her grew even stronger.

OLIVIA HELD DADDY'S HAND tightly as they walked along the sidewalk, Mom holding Daddy's other hand. She was having trouble trying not to smile.

Despite what Mom had said before, she'd been a bit worried about her and Mom doing what they'd been doing without Daddy knowing. But Mom had been right after all, as she usually was. Teasing Daddy was fun. But sex with Mom and Daddy was amazing.

There was something else Mom had been right about. Sex with Mom was nice but sex with Daddy was much, much better. She'd never cum so hard. It almost felt like she'd peed, her climax had been so strong.

"Here we are," Daddy announced, holding open the door to Ruby Tuesdays, a diner he loved.

Olivia ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and fries, excited about having chocolate cake for dessert. She smiled when she remembered Daddy telling her she was better than chocolate cake. He must really, really like her and that made her feel so good. She sucked her vanilla milkshake with vigor, cool ice cream filling her mouth - lovely.

Mom leaned over and spoke quietly. "Look, honey. Look how happy your father is. That's all because of you."

Olivia watched Daddy's face. He was smiling as he ate, his dark brown eyes sparkling with life. He spotted her and winked, giving her a grin. She grinned back at him automatically, her heart skipping. She loved seeing Daddy so happy. A shiver of excitement passed through her. Tonight couldn't come fast enough.

Mom had told her that, if she wanted, she could sleep with both of them tonight. And, whispering, Mom had said if she wanted Daddy would make love to her! Tonight! What would it be like?

Olivia felt a bit guilty. She liked doing stuff with Mom . . . a lot. But she wanted to do more with Daddy, feel more cums like the one this morning. She'd cum so hard it had left her exhausted, so tired she'd had a hard time even opening her eyes. Would sex with Daddy be as good? Be better?

Her thoughts were interrupted when the lunch plate was removed and a big slice of chocolate cake was put in front of her, thick chocolate icing, two layers of cake, moist.

"Yum!" she announced to Daddy's and Mom's laughter, her fork jabbing in.

LYING IN BED I listened to laughter and giggles emanating from the closed bathroom. My erection felt good, thick and weighty but not yet raging. Arousal felt good, too. Excitement made me more acutely conscious of everything; the soft light from the bedside lamp casting a glow over our thick Swedish quilt, the shadowed corners of the bedroom, darkness at the bedroom window, the smell of freshly laundered bed linens.

Air conditioning chilled the air just enough to encourage cuddling while promising to cool heated sweaty bodies. I was horny; mildly aroused physically but mentally as horny as Hell.

All doubts I'd had about making love with my little girl had evaporated with her spectacular climax. Olivia had not only cum amazingly hard but she'd cuddled like a sexy little kitten afterwards. I'd held my naked little girl and it had felt wonderful.

No, it had felt better than wonderful. Being honest, the idea of sex with such a young girl now thrilled me. I tried to imagine what it would be like to hold Olivia, so petite, while we had sex. What would it feel like to be buried inside her? Could she take all of me without hurting? How tight would she be? Could she feel pleasure from intercourse?

Incest had never been one of my fantasies, but now it was. Making love to my eleven-year-old daughter was such an arousing concept; me, her father, her first lover, her Daddy's semen the first to fill her immature womb - very exciting.

My erection strengthened under the quilt, desire strengthening. More giggles came from behind the closed bathroom door, childish giggles that now excited me. Emily's comments came back to me, how she wanted to see me penetrating our daughter's little pussy, how she wanted to see me holding her, loving her, and see me cumming in her. With a strong pulse my erection was complete when I recalled my wife's comment about eating my cum out of Olivia, the image hugely arousing.

Damn! What was taking those two so long?

"Are you about done?" I yelled out, my erection flexing, now impatient to hold Olivia, kiss her, love her.

The bathroom door opened. Emily and Olivia emerged, both wearing plain white nightshirts that ended mid thigh. Both gave me bright smiles, their eyes twinkling with excitement as if they had a secret. Emily was holding our daughter's hand. I smiled in appreciation of my two loves; a wife who still made my heart skip, a daughter who filled me with pride and adoration.

They stopped at the end of the bed. Why?

"Are you excited, Ken?" my wife asked.

When I nodded and the quilt at my lap moved she laughed lightly.

Olivia giggled. "We match, Daddy," she exclaimed.

"You do," I agreed. "Both wearing white."

Olivia giggled again, eyes twinkling. "No, Daddy. Not our pajamas."

Emily smiled at me. "Just watch, honey," she instructed. "Ready?" she asked. Olivia nodded. In a coordinated move they both removed their nightshirts, tugging them up and over their heads to reveal sexy plain white panties and nothing else. My wife's breasts looked beautiful, full, a wonderful handful with dark areolae, large nipples. Our daughter's chest was almost flat, two bee stings mounding slightly. I immediately wanted to kiss them, my erection flexing at the thought.

"Matching panties," I observed.

Olivia giggled. "Not that, Daddy."

"Same hair style?" I offered noticing both had ponytails.

Olivia shook her head.

"Same pretty faces?" I offered.

She shook her head again. My wife smiled with amusement.

"Same gorgeous bums?"

Olivia laughed. "Nope."

"I give up."

Olivia looked up at her mother. "Show Daddy," she urged.

Emily grinned at me. Her fingers slipped into the waist of her panties. With a sexy wiggle panties fell to the floor and I ogled. Emily had shaved her pussy.

Olivia shoved her panties down with childish enthusiasm. "See? We match!" she exclaimed, thrusting her pelvis out, her hairless little mons prominent, sexy, edible, her face turned down to inspect her pussy. I did too. On her young body her mons, while small, appeared full and plump, completely hairless. Her cleft was short and tightly closed, a small dimple at the top. A small gap at her crotch exposed sexy little labia. Behind I could see the swell of her buttocks.

An image flashed through my mind; my adult erection penetrating her small pubis and it scared me and thrilled me, a powerful surge of desire hitting me. Suddenly I wanted my daughter desperately.

"Enough!" I told the two teases. "In bed now. I need my girls," I said, lifting the quilt.

Emily smiled, her eyes twinkling. She followed Olivia who scrambled into bed with enthusiasm. Olivia scooted across to me. My arms welcomed her. Emily moved in and together we hugged our daughter. I reached over Olivia's body to caress my wife's ass and smiled at her.

Olivia wiggled against me, her warm tummy caressing my erection, precum making her slippery. She was so petite, such a sexy little thing. Emily moved back giving us room. Olivia rolled onto her back at the urging of her mother. I leaned over my daughter, smiled, and kissed her gently, her small lips so exciting. When the tip of my tongue touched her lips, Olivia responded, her tongue emerging to caress mine lovingly. I actually moaned at the sensation and, with passion rising, I pressed my tongue into my daughter's mouth.

The bed moved.

Olivia's tongue kissed me back, Frenching me. My hand explored and found the buds on her chest. Erection straining, I ended the kiss, Olivia watching me with twinkling eyes.

"Beautiful," I whispered, earning a big smile.

Bending, my lips found her breast bud, a small mound topped by a little beaded nipple. I kissed it then sucked it gently, aware she'd be sensitive. My daughter moaned quietly. The pride I felt at giving her pleasure was short-lived. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted my wife. The next moan was mine and it was louder than Olivia's had been.

Two familiar soft brown eyes sparkled at me from between our daughter's parted legs. Emily's mouth was pressed to Olivia's hairless pussy, movement revealing she was eating our little girl. Olivia moaned again, her pelvis curling slightly to press her pussy to her mother's mouth. My erection ached, my pulse raced, precum leaked, and desire burned inside me.

When Olivia shivered slightly as if experiencing a small climax, Emily raised her face and smiled at me, excitement shining in her eyes. "She's ready. Our little girl's horny, Ken."

Intense arousal descended disorienting, powerful, demanding. I moved between Olivia's legs, hovering over her, my erection jutting above her little pussy, the sight breathtaking. Glancing up, Olivia's eyes were watchful, studying me. I bent, kissed her soft cheek and whispered, "Are you sure?"

"Uh-huh," she replied with a slight nod.

I smiled and kissed her cheek again. "You're beautiful, honey. I want you so much."

A smile of pride blossomed on her pretty face. I kissed it and as I did, the tip of my erection brushed against her pussy sending pulses of excitement into my brain.

Rising onto my knees, with Olivia's legs spread and her short cleft parted, taking my aching erection in hand, I pressed the head to her slit. Hairless labia bulged. Her entire slit was filled with my crown, precum and saliva making her pussy glisten. I began to move; an up and down rubbing with my crown, rubbing her clit, feeling her pubic bone underneath the padding of her mons. Each rub forced her little labia apart. The sight was shockingly erotic; an adult cock poised to penetrate a prepubescent pussy. A brief moment of doubt flitted through my mind and faded, erased by intense arousal, my need now a physical force.

With bated breath, holding my shaft tightly, I pressed the crown into her slit. Labia bulged, spread, thinned. Her clit pressed to my crown. I was too big, too thick, her pussy so damned small. No sooner had the thoughts arrived than they were forgotten. In an exquisitely erotic motion unlike anything I'd experienced before, Olivia's pussy yielded, my crown suddenly easing in, disappearing, and just like that I was penetrating our little girl. No words could express how erotic the sight was, or how arousing it was, or how exquisitely tight Olivia's pussy was - nothing compared.

My cock swelled, a dangerous surge of pleasure hitting me. It was almost painful, her pussy so tight. Glancing up, Olivia's expression showed no pain or discomfort but one of intrigue, as if exploring the sensation of her Daddy penetrating her. She clenched her pussy making me groan aloud, so damned tight.

With a smile, a little mischief flitting through her dark brown eyes, she did it again, the results the same; I groaned with pleasure at the almost painful tightness, my erection swelling dangerously.

"Don't, please," I begged her. "It feels too good."

Olivia's smile broadened, pride, pleasure, enjoyment. She looked so damned pretty. A wave of love washed over me and brought a new desire with it, a desire to hold my little girl and make love to her. With a final look at where I was penetrating her, the sight of her small pussy massively stretched by an adult erection far too exciting, I bent forward.

One hand eased under my daughter to hold her small bottom, the other easing under her shoulders. I lowered myself onto her and almost lost it. Olivia was so petite underneath me, so beautifully delicate, so young. It thrilled me.

I kissed the top of her head and whispered, "I love you, sweetheart."

Olivia's arms wrapped around me, her hands not meeting on my back. My erection swelled and leaked, her pussy gripping my crown tightly. Holding her small butt I tried to ease my cock deeper into her and failed. She was too small, too tight. Even so, the motion, one of almost fucking her, was too good. I did it again, slowly, very gently, adding pressure and easing off when no progress was made, my cock aching, swelling, so damned hard, the crown gripped so tightly.

It didn't matter that I couldn't penetrate her young body deeper. It was enough to hold her, to feel her so petite and desirable underneath me, to feel the tip of my straining erection penetrating her. With very cautious movements I pressed and eased off, pressed and eased off, and suddenly my erection slipped in slightly deeper, precum making her slippery.

My heart raced. Hugging my gorgeous, sexy daughter, with excitement mounting, I repeated the motion and almost came when I penetrated her young pussy slightly deeper, her entrance now tight on my shaft, my cock rhythmically pulsing. Olivia's arms tugged at me. I kissed her head and eased out of her. With a deep breath I thrust into her very carefully but firmly.

"Oh God," I moaned, my erection sliding into her, a vise-like silken grip surrounding almost all of my shaft. Another careful, beautifully pleasurable withdrawal and another cautious thrust and I was there, buried in my little girl's pussy, the tip nudging at her end. I was actually making love to my eleven-year-old daughter.

I stopped moving. An orgasm threatened to take over. My cock ached and flexed, buried, held snug and warm, exquisitely pleasurable.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, hugging her gently.

"Uh-huh," she replied a bit muffled, her head nodding.

The experience was too much for me. The build-up had excited me too much. The feeling of actually fucking my little girl was too strong, her pussy too tight, my arousal too all-consuming. With a final agonizing swell of my erection, I tipped over the point of restraint.

Holding my daughter carefully but firmly I started moving, a gentle withdrawal, her vagina clinging to me as if trying to prevent my departure, and thrust in slowly, gently, her pussy welcoming me with a tight, tight hug, the tip of my rigid cock nudging softly against her cervix. With a hand on her small ass, I fucked her carefully with slow strokes; long, exquisitely pleasurable thrusts, withdrawing almost completely and slowly burying myself inside her petite body, fucking her gently, lovingly, pressure inside me rising, so utterly beautiful.

I fought to restrain my orgasm hoping I could make Olivia climax first. But it wasn't to be. Fucking my little girl was too good, her pussy so damned tight, milking me as I thrust and withdrew slowly, gently. I resisted the overriding urge to thrust hard, to move fast, to take her selfishly. I tried to be gentle and in my gentleness I was suddenly assaulted; uncontrollablly cumming.

It hit explosively. I managed to gasp, "Olivia, baby," my erection swelling, swelling. A moment of exquisite pain and pressure arrived and, with a cry of pleasure and sudden release, I exploded, thrusting into my darling gently, semen bursting, hot and wet, a wave of ecstasy following. Gasping for breath, fighting the urge to rut into her, fucking Olivia gently, my cock swelled and exploded, a massive load of cum erupting deep into her small body. My passion took control. With short careful thrusts I came in a powerful climax, semen flooding my little girl and filling her immature womb, thick cum making her little pussy slippery. I came in an all-consuming climax, heaving, stomach muscles clenching, cum exploding, ecstasy disorienting me. With gentle thrusts I chased my orgasm, fucking Olivia, fucking my little girl, cumming, sweet release, sweet release, spurting hard until, with a deep groan of regret and a sudden release of tension, my climax passed.

EMILY CARESSED HER PUSSY, pulses of erotic pleasure washing through her. Her heart had raced as she watched Ken actually penetrate their daughter's little pussy. She'd watched as Olivia's pussy had stretched, her whole cleft filled by Ken's thick cock. She'd played with her clit as she'd watched Ken fuck their daughter slowly, gently, so unbelievably loving. The sight of him over her, of Olivia almost lost underneath him brought back memories of her own daddy and it thrilled her.

But the sight that drove her arousal to mind-altering levels happened when Ken announced he was cumming. Emily had the perfect view of her husband's erection slipping in and out and glistening with their moisture. She had the perfect view of his thick erection when it suddenly swelled and she actually saw his cock pulse. She saw semen race up his shaft. Emily shuddered deeply watching Ken deposit his cum deep inside Olivia. Each gentle thrust was accompanied by the sexy sight of his shaft swelling and pulsing, cum spurting into Olivia's eleven-year-old pussy. Then the sight became almost unbearable. Thick white cum leaked out from where they were joined! Ken was cumming so much it was too much for their daughter to take. Semen leaked with each erotic slow thrust, each pulse, Ken groaning out his pleasure.

Emily rubbed her clit, desire punishing her body, her nipples sensitive, her pussy wet. She watched Ken slow and stop. She watched him gently ease himself off of their daughter and lie to her side. She watched expectantly and moaned silently when she was rewarded; a slow stream of thick white fatherly cum flowing out of Olivia's little pussy and down through her buttocks to pool on the sheet.

Raw desire, disorienting in its power, made Emily move. She lay between her daughter's spread legs, one hand desperately rubbing her own clit, the sheet rough against her nipples. With a silent moan her mouth covered her daughter's pussy and she tasted Ken and Olivia mixed together. Sucking, she swallowed, her heart racing. Looking over Olivia's mons, she saw her daughter frown. Emily probed into Olivia's pussy with her tongue, sucked, swallowed, backed off and concentrated on her daughter's clit, licking, nibbling, all the while rubbing herself, her own pleasure building towards bliss.

Olivia's frown deepened. She inhaled suddenly with a snort. She gasped, "Mommy!" and her small body convulsed as she climaxed, her hips churning, scrubbing her pussy against Emily's mouth, stomach muscles clenching.

Pleasure exploded deep in Emily's pussy. Bliss radiated out from her clitoris as she rubbed herself and, in a hot wave, ecstasy blossomed, her body clenching. Eating her little girl's pussy, Emily climaxed hard, hard, tasting Ken's semen, her own body jerking with stabs of bliss, her orgasm disorienting in its intensity, dizzy, so good.

MY EYES MET EMILY'S as we sandwiched our daughter. Emily's eyes were smiling at me. I smiled back. My body was drained and at peace, post-orgasmic euphoria feeling so good. I'd discovered a new aspect to my sexuality but what made it thrilling was that it was a shared joy. Not only did my wife enjoy it, but by the big smiles our daughter was exhibiting, so had she.

"Can I have the remote, Mom?" Olivia asked.

Emily handed it to her. Our daughter promptly aimed a remote control and the bedroom television suddenly came to life. She started flicking through channels.

"Did I mention I had a dream?" my wife asked me with a twinkle in her enchanting eyes.

"About what?"

Olivia settled on Home Alone and giggled at the movie.

Emily smiled at me, pure mischief emerging. "It involved all three of us. I know how much you love butts. In my dream Olivia was on all fours between my legs making me a very happy mom and you were on your knees behind her holding her."

I had a vision. Fuck! "And?" I asked.

"Did I ever tell you how I got to liking anal sex so much?" Emily asked, eyes twinkling.

Our daughter giggled. "Tell him, Mom."

Fuck me!