Paul Mall: The Tough Get Coming

Carol started grinding her ass in slow undulations on the wet sheets, keeping her sticky-wet pussy sucking gently at her daughter's dripping gash. Gwen fell gasping back to her mother's chest, pressing their sweat-covered boobs together.

Carol reached up and gently stroked Gwen's blonde hair and kissed her sweat-salty cheek. "Well, this vacation has certainly been full of firsts for you, my darling little girl…"

"Well, one anyway…" Gwen giggled, grinding her own hips down in lazy circles, enjoying the warm feeling as she came down from her second bone-shaking orgasm.

"No, more than one," Carol said. She put her hands on Gwen's cheeks and lifted her head up so that they could look directly at each other. Gwen suddenly knew what was coming, her eyes growing wider, but she said nothing, waiting to hear the words from her mother.

"I know all about you and your father yesterday, Gwen!"

"But… but how?" Gwen asked. She felt her face suddenly grow hot and she knew she was blushing. The bizarreness of that wasn't lost on her.

Here she was, totally nude, still grinding her pussy into her mother's twat after they'd both eaten each other out in a frenzied lesbian session, and yet somehow she could still be embarrassed that her mother knew about her trying to make it with her father.

"It was just last night. I was going down on him," she grinned as Gwen again flushed red, then went on. "When he was about to come, I heard him moaning in almost a whisper, 'Gwen! Gwen, so nice.' I was shocked at first and stopped sucking him, demanding to know just what was going on."

Carol shifted her hips under Gwen, swinging her legs up to bring her twat back into better contact with Gwen's creamy crotch, taking advantage of the resumed action of Gwen's hips. Embarrassed or not, Gwen was one hell of a horny girl!

"He told me all about what happened at that theater. Said things just got out of his control, and you were so insistent. He said he was upset about it all, but admitted he was also turned-on by it, too. You've really put a guilt complex into that man, honey!" She laughed and kissed her daughter full on the mouth, sucking on her wet tongue for a passionate moment, then breaking the kiss with a wet smack. "I never realized I had such a sexy daughter before, but it seems you're ready to take on just about anybody, even your own father and mother!"

"What did you do then?" Gwen asked, putting her head back on her mother's shoulder, eyes closed and concentrating on the feelings of pleasure once more welling up in her hot young cunt.

"What could I do?" Carol laughed, hugging the young girl tighter to her lush body. "I told him it didn't matter, that he shouldn't feel any guilt since he had not pushed it, that in fact I thought the whole thing was incredibly sweet that his own daughter loved him so much that she wanted to give him such physical pleasure. And then we made love like we never had before! Your old man just about fucked me through the mattress!" The memory of that incredible session of lovemaking, flashing back through her mind, had Carol shoving her hips back up to smash into Gwen's, just as she had taken thrust after deep-fucking thrust from Ken's heavy cock that night.

As for Gwen, she thought she would cry with frustration. "Oh, Mom! Why can't I make it with Daddy as easily as we've gotten together? I want him so much!" Gwen buried her head farther into her mother's shoulder, tears of frustration running down her cheeks even as the fires of sexual arousal were being reignited with Carol's new sexual advances.

"I think he's more willing than he'll admit," Carol said. "You really turned him on, Gwen – I think he's been cultivating more than the normal fatherly love for you as well. But your father is still basically an old-fashioned man in some ways, and he's confused by both your advances toward him and his own enjoyment of them. I think all he needs is one more little push."

"Oh wow, really?" Gwen asked. She was now starting to get more and more turned back on, both by the fabulous stimulation on her pussy and by the idea of her own mother helping her in her plot to ball her father!

She pulled her knees up slightly and spread her legs more, and now both women were rocking back and forth, their cunts slurping and sliding together and around each other, clits stroking into electric blasts of pleasure.

Carol knew that any second she would no longer even be able to think straight as the lesbian love-lust flowed over her again, so she spoke more quickly.

"I think you just need to make him an offer he can't refuse, baby. Oh, UH!" Her clit sent blasts up her spine to explode in her brain, momentarily blocking out all other thoughts. She bit lightly at Gwen's ear in uncontrolled passion before continuing. "I've got an idea on what to do, honey…"

When Ken arrived home that evening, he walked into a surprisingly quiet house. He had to check his watch, thinking he might have gotten there even later than he thought, but it was still early.

"Carol, honey? You home?" he called out as he walked from the dining room to the living room, but only the muted ticking of their antique grandfather clock broke the stillness.

Ken actually felt a bit relieved. If his family was gone it meant he wouldn't have to face Gwen for a bit longer. All day long he had been unable to concentrate at all on his work, just shuffling papers around to keep up the appearance of being busy. His mind had kept going back to that darkened theater the day before, and the fabulous feeling of Gwen's mouth as she furiously sucked him off.

Every time he closed his eyes he again saw the incredible sight of his gorgeous daughter's face, dimly lit and gleaming moistly, her lovely lips stretched tightly around his hard cock. And then the tremendous release as he'd unloaded his steamy sperm down her throat – and she had wanted it so, had so greedily slurped it all down! His own daughter had seduced him, and had been so hot for him that she even licked the cum off his body after he had spent himself.

Ken had made three trips to the washroom during the course of the day to try and relieve the aching erections that his thoughts caused. Three times he had locked himself into a stall and jerked off to the memory of Gwen's mouth and hands. Three times he'd climaxed, struggling to keep from crying out at the pleasure, thinking of fucking each load into her face. Three times, and still he could not put it out of his mind.

As the day wore on he had begun to wonder why he had turned her down so quickly – why reject her? Of course, at first, it was his gut reaction to the incident, all of the societal taboos suddenly bursting in his head making him feel ashamed of what they had done. But as he mulled it over, most of the reasons why incest became taboo no longer applied, both in this modern time and in his own unique situation.

Gwen was certainly no longer a child. She was emotionally, physically and legally an adult, fully capable of understanding what they were doing, and making up her own mind about it. Making up her own mind?

Hell, she was the one who had put all the moves on him!

As far as the old fears of the results of inbreeding, it was certainly hard to become pregnant from oral sex! But even beyond that, he had had a vasectomy several years before when he and Carol had decided that their two children were enough. So even if they had fucked, there would have been no pregnancy risk.

It was when he had thought of this last line of reasoning that Ken's thoughts had started wondering what it would be like to actually fuck his hot young daughter, to watch her squirm and pant under him in pleasure as he rammed his cock deep into her tight pussy.

Ken was still turning these thoughts over and over in his mind as he climbed the stairs and headed for his bedroom. This late in the evening the room was already in shadows, and he had to grope just inside the door for the light switch. As the lamps on either side of the bed came to life, Ken froze in shocked surprise in the doorway, staring at the bed.