Duncan Fox - Spankin mommy

"Quiet, Ellen," her father ordered. His tone brooked no argument.

"Yes, Daddy," Ellen said softly, humbly.

Charlie had the feeling there were strong undercurrents at work. Ellen had mentioned her father's disciplining her. Evidently, from her subdued manner, he had a powerful hold over her. But there were other aspects of the relationship that were puzzling. The whole thing seemed to be something other than just conventional father and daughter interplay.

"Ellen, get the refreshments, please," Eric Jameson ordered. "Sit down, Charlie."

"Yes, sir." Charlie sat down as if the man's words had poked him in the belly.

Ellen came back with a tray with two cans on it, beer for her father and soda for Charlie. There was nothing for her. As she bent to offer him the tray, her eyes caught his. He tried to read the message in them, but couldn't.

"Ellen told me about your date the other night," Eric Jameson announced after taking a sip of beer.

Charlie hid behind his drink. Everything depended on what she had told her father. Charlie wasn't about to volunteer any information. "It took some stimulation, but she finally told me what happened."

You sonofabitch, Charlie thought angrily.

"I'm telling you this so there won't be any misunderstandings or mistakes," Eric Jameson went on. "Ellen is a very special young lady, requiring very special treatment, I think you'll agree."

"Yes, sir," Charlie said quickly.

"What's more, she and I have a unique relationship. Don't we, Ellen?"

"Yes, Daddy." There was a warmth in her tone that surprised Charlie.

"Do you intend to continue to date Ellen?" Eric Jameson asked suddenly.

Charlie was startled. He hadn't even thought about it. It had never been a question in his mind. "Yes, sir, I do," he answered, thinking quickly. He glanced at Ellen. She was standing with her hands clasped in front of herself, as unmoving and expressionless as a wooden Indian.

"In that case, I think it would be advisable to let you in on our family secret. But, let me warn you, if you reveal this to anyone, Ellen and I will both deny it, and there won't be any way you can prove it. What's more, I'll swear you raped her, and she will corroborate that. Won't you, Ellen?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"In which case," her father went on before Charlie could react to the amazing threat, "you'll be in hot water right up to your ears. You follow me?"

Charlie did, and it didn't make him at all happy.

He wondered what the great "family secret" was. "Yes," he answered sullenly.

"Don't get all sullen on me," the man said gently. "When you learn what's been going on, you'll understand. If you care as much about Ellen as I think you do, my threat will have been completely unnecessary. But I have to protect us, and it seems the best way. All right?"

Somewhat mollified, Charlie nodded. He was still at a loss as to what was coming. As Eric Jameson took a swallow of beer, Charlie's gaze fucked from him to his daughter, and back again.

Her cheeks were flushing hotly and her eyes glittered strangely. Charlie didn't think she was wearing a bra under her blouse. His heart began to beat more quickly.

"Ellen and I have been lovers for over two years now," Eric Jameson announced calmly in the rigid silence.

Charlie's ears went numb. He wasn't sure he had heard right, and mentally replayed the statement in his head over and over. He thought of the conversation he and his mother had had the previous morning, after their own passionate encounter. Laughter welled up in his chest. He choked it down sharply, and sought refuge behind his can of soda.

"I said, Ellen and I have had an incestuous relationship for the last two years," Eric Jameson repeated, thinking Charlie hadn't understood.

Charlie tried to figure how the hell he should react. He had to say something. He could reveal his own incestuous relationship with his mother, but rejected the idea. He'd have to discuss that with her first. What in the hell could he say?

"Uh… yes, sir, I heard you," he managed at last.

"You aren't upset by it?" Eric asked.

How can a mother-fucker like me be upset by that? Charlie thought. He shook his head slowly. "Surprised. But not upset."

"How would your mother feel about it?"

Charlie didn't have to stop to think this one over, but pretended to, for the sake of appearances. "Pretty much the same as I do."

"I sure hope you're right."

"You want me to tell her?" Charlie asked. "Better that than have her find out herself," the man said quietly. "Yes, tell her if you think she can keep a secret. Just remember what will happen to you if anyone accuses us of it."

"I'll remember," Charlie assured him. "And I'll tell Mom that, too. That'll keep her quiet."

"Good," Eric Jameson sighed, relaxing at last. "Now, why don't you two go off and have a good time?"

Ellen spoke up with a suddenness that startled both men. "I'd rather stay here and have a good time," she said, moving away from the kitchen door. "I don't think, with two men, I'd need the paddle to get turned on. What do you think, Daddy?"

Charlie saw the open lust on the man's face, and knew his own must be just as blatant as he studied the lush, red-haired teenager.

"Why don't we give it a try," Eric Jameson said hoarsely.

"Charlie?" Ellen asked.

Not trusting his voice, Charlie nodded.

Ellen began to unbutton the high neck of the blouse. It quickly became obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Her pink nipples were rigid with excitement. She let the blouse drop away and unsnapped the waist of her tight shorts. She ran the zipper down. She wasn't wearing any panties, either! Her red muff sprang into view as she skinned the shorts down her graceful, slender legs. Her tits jiggled provocatively as she walked towards her father.

Charlie watched, his cock aching with anticipation, his eyes raking over her rounded, naked curves. She was pale flesh from tits to hips, freckled on her legs and arms and shoulders. The heavy waves of her dark-red hair brushed her shoulders. The rich redness of her pussy made his mouth water.

Bending over, she began to unbutton her father's shirt. His hands lifted and fondled her heavy swaying jugs. He let her strip his shirt back, then recaptured her boobs when she began unfastening his belt. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, pressing the hard buds into her pink areolas, then letting them spring back. His fingers dented the soft flesh of her globes. He continued lifting and massaging them as she opened his fly. His cock jutted up sharply from his lap.

"Stand up, Daddy," she said softly.

He got up. She ran his pants and underpants down, then knelt in front of him. His cock bobbed in front of her nose as she eased his feet out of his clothes. Then, still on her knees, she grasped his prick and took it into her mouth. His hands stroked her head as she sucked on his huge tool.

Charlie thought absently, as he lurched up out of his chair and began undressing hastily, that there was both a cocksucker and a mother-fucker in the same room. He hurled his clothes aside.

Weak with lust, Eric sat down awkwardly. Ellen followed him, kept her mouth in contact with his rigid dick. On her knees, her head bobbing, she sucked his prick and stroked the pale shaft with her fingers. Her red curls brushed and tickled her father's legs as she blew him. The globes of her ass seemed to beckon. Charlie advanced, his towering hard-on leading the way.

He dropped to his knees behind Ellen. She spread her legs when she sensed his intention. Between her round thighs he could see the red fuzz of her snatch. Moving up close behind her, he gripped his aching hard-on and aimed it into her cunt. He wriggled the bulbous knob into her box stroked it up and down her slit, felt her harsh pussy curls scratch him. He felt her wet, rippled twat petals sliding past the head of his prick. He nuzzled the tip of his rod into her cunt, slowly wedging her tight hole open.