My Only Daughter Ch. 05

The windows were open when I woke up late, the smell of bacon wafting up from the kitchen, a song I didn't know blasting through speakers.

My shorts were folded neatly at the foot of the bed, but the shirt I'd worn all weekend was gone. I started the shower and thought back to the night before, to all the nights before. Charlotte would be leaving for Chapel Hill in a day or two, and I would be alone again in a big beach house with nothing but memories of summer.

The hot water washed all my thoughts away, and I stood there and let it cleanse me.

When I stepped out of the shower, there was quiet. The music was no longer playing, and I dried myself off with a towel and listened for Charlotte.

Nothing.

I slipped into my shorts with the towel draped over my shoulders and walked downstairs into an empty kitchen. The sliding door the deck was open, and Charlotte was outside arranging breakfast on the table.

She poured a cup of coffee and turned toward me. She was wearing my shirt. And nothing else.

I stared at her perfect body, the wind blowing it wide open exposing her completely, her blonde hair everywhere as she held the coffee cup and walked toward me, her long tanned legs moving like a little girl, lifting on each step with her painted toes shining in the sun.

"Morning Daddy," she said, handing me my coffee, lifting higher on her tip toes to kiss me on the cheek. "Come have some breakfast."

I followed her to the table, my eyes never leaving her perfect ass with my shirt billowing all around her.

"Thank-you baby," I said.

We ate in silence for a few seconds, watching eachother without saying what was obviously on our minds. The night before was wrong and something we both knew would always be between us. But it was also hot as hell, and my cock was hard just thinking about it.

Charlotte broke the silence.

"Mom's on her way over," she said. "She's going to spend the day here if that's OK. She's bringing some of my things for school."

"What about the new boyfriend," I said.

"He's not coming," she said, smiling coyly.

I mumbled something about him not being welcome here anyway, and Charlotte waved it off.

"She wouldn't do that, Dad," she said.

"Oh, you have no idea," I said.

We talked for a few more minutes before I said the obvious.

"About last night," I started. "I don't know what came over me. I don't..."

She put her finger over my lips.

"I came all over you, Dad," she said. "Don't blame yourself. That was all me. You were drunk and helpless. And I don't regret one part of it. Well, maybe that last part."

I smiled. It all came back to me, her sliding onto my chest and peeing, a clean clear finish to the most taboo night of my life.

"You loved it," Charlotte said. "I learned that from Mom."

They had a close relationship, and there were no secrets between them. Charlotte was her mother's daughter, a perfect clone 23 years younger but with an imagination beyond either of us.

My favorite memories were of her growing up, entertaining us with stories and one-act plays and made up games and songs and dance parties.

Now I had a new memory of her, straddling atop me, her perfect tits bouncing up and down as she rode her father's hard cock, both of us cumming over and over until she ended it by marking me and sending me off to sleep soaking wet.

And now Sally was coming. What could go wrong?

We'd patched things up in the five years since the divorce. I was still heartbroken and hurt from her actions, the image of her and another man fucking in broad daylight while I watched from a few cars away.

That's an image I won't forget.

But after escort bursa a couple years, and arranged by our daughter, we started seeing each other from time to time, family dinners mostly, but a few times I would come up with an excuse to drop by or she would show up unannounced at the beach house.

We always had great sex, maybe even better than we'd had when we were married. Sally had blossomed a bit, discovering that she liked anal sex more than ever, and also discovering a fondness for toys and objects.

I knew to always have an extra cucumber or a candle. One night, after emptying two bottles of wine, she used the wine bottles to fuck herself as I called her dirty names. She found that she liked being a submissive slut, something she'd never done when we were married.

So on one hand, I was looking forward to seeing her. She hadn't been over all summer. In fact, it had been more than six months since I seen, and fucked, my gorgeous ex wife.

Charlotte said something that woke me out of the daydreams of Sally.

"I have to get dressed," she said, dropping my shirt off as he rose. I followed her behind my sunglasses until she walked behind me and hugged my head, her tits rubbing against the back of my ears and her hand running down my chest and stomach.

"I loved last night," she whispered in my ear, sliding her hand down to feel my fully erect cock inside my shorts. "I've wanted you my whole life."

And then she was gone, her smell hanging over me. I picked up my shirt and held it to my face. Then I slipped it on.

This was going to be a memorable day, I could just sense it.

The doorbell rang just late in the afternoon, but Sally was coming through the door before I could even get to it. She walked in like she owned the place, which she once did, and just stood there.

She was incredible, tall and tanned, sunglasses perched on her head, blonde hair slightly out of shape from the ride over in her convertible. She was wearing a sundress, no bra, with sandals, dripping in gold around her neck and wrists, and smelling like saltwater and Chanel.

God I loved her so much.

She swept past me, giving me a slap on the ass as she walked past, not slowing down but going straight to the bar, taking a glass from underneath and pouring a stream of vodka as she grabbed a handful of ice, plopping it all into the glass, splashing it everywhere.

She was staring at me.

"You've gained weight," Sally said, her sexy voice making me quiver slightly, my cock stirring inside my shorts.

"I've started going to the gym again," I said shrugging and walking past her to make myself a vodka tonic. "You don't want to mix that with something?"

She laughed.

"I need a stiff one," she said, winking at me and rubbing her hand on my ass. "You look good."

She was walking toward the deck when I responded.

"You look great," I said, my voice cracking just a bit.

We walked to the deck where we'd spent so many summers together, stood in the same spot we always stood in and stared out across the dune, the swaying sawgrass and the ocean beyond.

"This was always my favorite view," she said.

I nodded.

"It was better when you were part of it," I said.

She looked at me as she pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes.

"Was it?" she asked curiously.

I didn't answer. Charlotte was coming through the kitchen singing something I didn't recognize.

"Look at you two!" she said, a little too cherrily. "My parents, side by side."

Charlotte and Sally hugged as I took Sally's drink from her hands and smiled at the two of them. They were twins, Sally a little weathered and Charlotte a little more tanned, bursa merkez eskort but from a distance, you couldn't tell them apart.

They didn't say a word to me, just turned and walked back inside, arm in arm, laughing like little girls. I poured the rest of Sally's drink into mine and polished it off in one long gulp.

"God help me," I mumbled as I walked in after them.

Sally was already making another drink. She was a consumer of excess, going through glasses and clothes and cars and men, and if my daughter's stories from the night before were true, women too.

Charlotte was in a sundress, too, barefoot and braless, telling Sally about the summer, the parties, the boys and the latest exploits of Kennedy and her mom Stacey. They were all best friends, Stacey and Sally being closer than I realized for years, right under my own roof, and Charlotte and Kennedy now sorority sisters at Carolina.

We were like an estranged family of sorts, having survived years of happiness, cheating, divorce and sex. And apparently I had no idea how far it had gone.

The afternoon wore on as Sally drank, and I began to cook for an early dinner and Charlotte bounced around on and off the phone, herself starting to get tipsy as it turned to evening and the sun dropped onto the water, washing the house in an intense orange light that made if possible for me to stand in the kitchen and watch them without them able to see me.

They stroked each other's hair as they talked on the couch. It was beyond mom and daughter. It was foreplay. At one point, Charlotte leaned over and kissed Sally on the cheek and lay her head in the curve of her neck. Sally was crying.

I just watched them, emotions running over me in a torrent of confusion and erotic yearning. They were beautiful creatures. And despite a lifetime of drama, I was the luckiest man I knew.

They pawed at each other for several minutes, Charlotte brushing away Sally's tears as she kissed her in sensous pecks all over her face. They didn't know I was alive, lost in their own world, a world I was only vaguely aware of and only barely a part of.

Charlotte's head disappeared and Sally let the strap of her sundress slide off, exposing her breasts. She held Charlotte's head as her daughter suckled her mother's tit, Sally's head leaned back, her tongue hanging out as Charlotte sucked her mom harder and harder, both of them moaning slightly.

This was a scene I'd never imagined, playing out before my very eyes in an overwhelming show of pure love and incest. I put my glass down quietly and leaned forward on the island.

Charlotte stood and straddled her mom, settling down in her lap and facing her, dropping her own sundress down to reveal her perfect breasts as Sally buried her head into her daughter's tits, sucking her nipples as Charlotte rode her mom, slowly grinding her hips as Sally's hands slipped behind her daughter and slowly unzipped the sundress.

She pulled it up and off her daughter's perfect body, pulling her face to hers and kissing passionately, I stood transfixed, the sun behind shining so brightly I was hidden in its rays coming through the sliding-glass door.

I reached down and dropped out of my shorts, began stroking the head of my cock absent-mindedly as I watched my daughter stand on the couch and collapse her pussy into her mother's face.

I almost passed out. I didn't take my eyes off of them, watched Charlotte's face in a way I'd never seen it, lost in utter bliss, her mom pulling her tighter around her as Charlotte rode her mom's face.

And then I realized she was looking at the silhouette of me in the sun, her father standing in the kitchen watching bursa sınırsız escort his daughter get her pussy eaten by her mother. Charlotte smiled and held up a finger, making a sultry motion.

"C'mere," she mouthed the words, calling me with her finger.

I walked toward them slowly and quietly as Charlotte draped her legs over the couch, smothering he mom's face below her. Sally was under Charlotte, her tongue probing her daughter's soaked pussy. I walked around the couch and stood naked, my cock throbbing and my head spinning.

Sally's legs were wide open, her white panties soaked. I had no idea she knew what was happening, but she suddenly slipped one hand from underneath Charlotte's glistening wet ass down to her panties, slipping two fingers inside one of her legs and pulling her wet panties to the side.

Her perfectly shaved pussy was sopping wet as I went to my knees and dove in toward the hot, wet heat between her legs. I pushed her long tanned legs farther apart and slammed my head into her crotch, licking her intensely as Sally writhed and slowly bucked, taking my tongue deeper inside her. I heard her moan, muffled by her daughter's body.

Sally rose her hips higher, allowing me to slide a hand under her, feeling the juices running down her ass crack. I slid a finger inside her, felt her shudder and then tense as she put her feet on my back and raised even higher.

I knew what she wanted. I slid my other hand under her, raised my thumb and guided her down onto it, plunging deep into her moist ass as a guttural sound came from her mouth.

"Fuck me," she said, barely able to mouth the words.

Charlotte sensed the cue, slid away from her mom's mouth and down to her side, watching me devouring Sally.

"Fuck me Daddy," Sally said, bringing back all those nights so long ago when they both called me Daddy and my life seemed so perfect.

I pulled her down, sliding her from the couch to the floor, kissing her full on the mouth, tasting my daughter's pussy all over her face. I squeezed Sally's swollen nipples, sending her in waves of desire. I knew exactly which buttons to push. Her body was an instrument of pleasure, and I knew every inch of it.

I slid my cock inside her, staring at her as I plunged it in deeper and deeper, her legs wrapping around me as I fucked her harder and harder. Sally came in waves, one orgasm after another as I stared at her eyes and held her by the hair.

She clenched her teeth and repeated the words over and over.

"Fuck me Daddy," she said. "Fuck me Daddy."

Tears came down the sides of her face, angry, hot and passionate tears as I pulled her hair harder and fucked her in violent thrusts.

"God yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me like a slut."

I was almost spent, my body soaked in sweat, my energy almost gone as the weekend finally took its toll on me, sapping the last of my emotions from me in one last torrent.

"Fuck me like you fucked Charlotte," she whispered, biting my ear then thrusting her tongue into it, whispering louder. "Fuck me Daddy."

I came in ropes of hot white cum, splashing deep inside my ex wife, filling her as my climax exploded, thick strands spilling out and running down her hips, messy and hot and wild, animal-like sex coming to an untamed ending.

"You bastard," she whispered loudly. "You fucking bastard."

Charlotte was on the arm of the couch, her legs wide open, fingering herself as she watched her parents fucking like beasts below her. She was smiling, leering at us, as she came all over herself, all over the couch, then collapsing onto the floor with us, the three of us in a wet, sensuous pile of heat and incestual passion.

We would fall asleep in a soaking wet heap, dreaming of the wild weekend and our lives swirling into the unknown. I dreamed of my daughter as a young girl and my ex as a young wife. I loved them both, as if they were the same person.

We would wake up in the morning changed forever. Summer was finally over.