Deeds of Love

Deeds of Love

By Xspy4u

Hi All,

The “incest theme” was just an idea that came to me, so I wanted to write it down and see how the story worked itself out.  I am on uncertain ground here so my apologies if it does not compare with the experts on the topic. The story has two more parts, but I will wait to see the comments to decide if I should continue. Hope you enjoy. All characters are over 18, not intended for minors, please no reposts without the author’s permission and blah, blah, blah…

“Daaaaadddy” Denise’s voice whined as she came into the garage.

The door slammed behind her and it shook the walls as hard as it shook his nerves. Paul was stooped over the lawnmower and considering the oil plug. It seemed impossible to change the oil without it spilling all over the machine and the floor.

“Why,” he thought, “would they put the damn thing on the side of the motor?” It was not that way on the car, and that, he took to the dealership for service.

“You need a fucking ramp to get the oil from the engine to the bucket,” he said aloud.

“Daaaadddy, are you listening to me,” his nineteen-year-old daughter demanded.

He was, but he did not want to. He assumed this was another installment of Denise versus Bonnie: a mother daughter war that had been waging for almost two decades. The two of them were one long study in contrast. If you wanted to know, what Denise was not just look at her mom, if you wanted to know what Bonnie was not then just look at Denise.

Paul heard the slap of her flip-flops as she stamped towards him. “Do they still call them that?” he wondered to himself. They used to call them thongs, before that word became the exclusive proxy of the panties they used to call a g-string. Who could keep up?

He glanced up from the lawnmower and saw two tanned legs a few feet away. Denise was staring at him. Hand placed on her shapely hip, hip pointed east. She wore one of those white, sundresses that only came to mid thigh. The top barely held in place around her breasts by some stretchy material. Her boobs threatened to jump out if she moved too fast. With a pang of guilt, Paul noticed her nipples and areoles clearly outlined under the material. Her tits were the only thing his daughter and wife shared in common.

His wife Bonnie was tall, about 5’9” where Denise was no more than 5’3”. Denise had long, straight blond hair; her mother’s kept at shoulder length and chestnut brown. Bonnie had a lean, athletic body that had earned her a place on the high school volleyball team. Denise a fuller, curvy figure she used as a cheerleader much to her mother’s chagrin.

“You can root the team on from the stands; you don’t need to parade around like some Barbie Doll.” Bonnie had argued. Denise won that battle.

There were many such battles and Paul had grown tired long ago of dealing with them. He loved his wife and daughter, but with each passing year, the fights got pettier and pettier. The two could not agree on anything. Paul had secretly wished for the day Denise turned eighteen and went off to college.  Then he could have time alone with his wife, unencumbered by the constant tension.

He had missed his own opportunity for college. He and Bonnie dated in high school and she got pregnant in the fall of their senior year. At eighteen they had little Denise so Paul got busy trying to make a living. Bonnie had gone back to school, but for him it never worked out.

When the conversation turned to college, Paul was thrilled. Then Bonnie dropped the bomb. She thought it best for Denise to go to community college for the first two years. Denise bellowed, then angered and finally begged. Bonnie would not give. She felt with Denise’s low grades it made sense for her to try community college before they wasted a ton of money on a full university.

Denise begged Paul to support her on the issue. Paul was powerless. He worked as an assistant manager at the Time2Shop. Bonnie, with her master’s degree had worked her way up to company director position at a large firm. She was the breadwinner and the financial decision maker.

Paul was as disappointed as his daughter was. His dream of freedom was dashed and a forecast for two more years of bickering and fighting.  Bonnie assured him it was for the best.

“Paul, she’ll go to school and wind up with some boy in her pants before midterms. She will be pregnant and back home before the year is over. Trust me; we need to keep an eye on her and her libido.”

Paul could not argue on that point. His daughter did put out an air of sexuality. This afternoon was no exception and he found he had to pay special care to avert his eyes from her tempting figure.

“What is it Denise?” he said, exhaustion clearly in his voice.

“It’s that bitch.”

“Your mother?”

“Whatever. Once again she is ruining my life.” Often Denise adopted language of a younger teen and he wondered about her emotional development.

“How is she ruining your life now?” Paul did not really care, but he knew the sooner they got to it, the sooner it was over.

“I had plans for this weekend. A bunch of us are going to the lake and now she wants me to cancel because of Harriet’s birthday party.”

“You mean your Aunt Harriet?”

“Yes, Aunt Amazon.”

Paul glanced at the door. “Aunt Amazon” was their secret name for Bonnie’s sister. If she knew about the nickname, Paul would be in some deep shit.

“Well, maybe you can plan your trip for another weekend?”

“No Daddy, Chris has this weekend off not next weekend,” she pouted.

Chris was the elusive ‘friend’ they had not met. He did not blame her; really, Bonnie would conduct a brutal interrogation. Just the same, Paul was not a big fan of some guy he never met, so he softened his support.

“It is your Aunt’s birthday, sweetie, and you know that since the divorce she has been a little down.”

“Well maybe she should lose some weight and get another guy or something. Besides, she is going to bring the creepy cousins with her.”

The “creepy cousins” were Harriet’s kids Henry and Tina. They were a pair all right. Overweight, big twenty-year-old twins who still lived at home. Henry creeped around Denise constantly stealing glances at her body. Tina just shot daggers.

“Denise, what do you want me to do? It’s a birthday party for your Aunt.”

“Can you talk to Mom and get her to change her mind.”

“Sure, hey hand me that wrench thingy over there.”

Happy that he agreed to help, the bounce returned to her step. When she reached the pile of tools, she bent at the waist. Paul looked on and got a clear view up her short skirt. Her curvy and tanned ass and just a hint of her pussy. He quickly looked away reminding himself that this was his daughter. The look in her eyes when she handed him the wrench indicated she knew that he had seen. Paul wondered if the show had been purpose.

“Here you go Daddy,” she smiled. “I’ve got to run, I’ll see you later.”

She bent down and kissed his cheek, lingering for a moment. Paul could see the top of her firm breasts over the scant top of her dress.

Paul wiped the “bad thoughts” from his mind. He went back to his examination of the lawn mower, but a few moments later the garage door swung open again.

“Christ,” he thought, so much for the solitude of the garage.

“Paul,” Bonnie said, “have you seen Denise?”

Without looking up, Paul pointed towards the driveway.

“What? She left. Goddamn it!”

Paul put the wrench down. He looked at his wife. At thirty-seven, she looked almost the same as she had at eighteen. She kept her body in great shape and always took care of her hair and skin. She was wearing the identical dress as Denise, only Bonnie’s was black. The irony was not lost on him. The material was too dark to see her areoles, but her nipples were clearly outlined and Paul felt a stirring in his crotch.

“That daughter of yours better remember to bring Ms. Polly her dinner.”

Ms. Polly lived a couple of blocks over. She had been a mentor to Bonnie in younger years and Bonnie was the self-appointed guardian of the needy old woman. An appointment she had saddled on Denise.

“I am sure she will remember.” Paul said, but there was little conviction in his voice.

“Did she go out without changing?”

“She was wearing what you’re wearing,” Paul said.

“Not exactly.” His wife gave him a stern look.

“Actually, exactly what you’re wearing, except the dress was white instead of black.”

“Oh really, did it come with a pair of these?” Bonnie asked and she lifted her dress, exposing a pair of peach colored panties. Paul could see the thin strings that ran to the back and he imagined the thong’s back view.

Bonnie saw the look in his eyes. “Oh don’t be such a pervert. It’s not Saturday, go jerk off if you need to, but I don’t want to see the leers.”

Bonnie had a strict policy on sex; once a week, on Saturdays and no exceptions. Paul’s savior was masturbation and after the little Denise show, he had already been considering it.

“I swear, Paul she is just like you, sex, sex, sex that is all that is on her mind.”

“Bonnie, she was wearing a dress.”

“With nothing on underneath as I’m sure you noticed.” Paul felt his face and neck flush and he looked down to avoid his wife’s glare.

“Anyway, did she bitch about the weekend?”

“Yep.”

“Well don’t bother; she is going to be here. Henry and Tina are looking forward to seeing her.”

“Oh I bet,” Paul said sarcastically.

“Paul, don’t be an asshole. My sister has had a tough year.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

“Well hurry up with whatever you are doing, I need some help inside.”

“I’m done here,” Paul said. He had only come out the garage to get away from his girls and that had not really worked out.

That night the fireworks started at 8 pm sharp.

“I told you she wouldn’t deliver Ms. Polly’s dinner. And do you know why Paul? Do you know what your daughter was too busy doing to deliver that poor, old woman her dinner? Do you?”

An answer was not required so Paul just sat quietly in his white boxer shorts. He and Bonnie had gone skinning dipping earlier. There was no touching, but things had been looking up and Paul hoped that he might get lucky. Even as she ranted, his mind drifted to Bonnie’s tan wet body swimming naked in the pool.

“I’ll tell you what she was doing…” Before Bonnie could elaborate, Denise bounded through the door all smiles and giggles.

“You tramp!” Bonnie yelled and Denise stopped dead in her tracks.

“That’s right I heard all about it. Ms Hampsten called me and told me you were in the library making out with some boy.”

“What?” A look passed across her face and Paul caught it. The look said, Ms. Hampsten did not have the entire story, but it also said that Denise wanted to hide something.

“You heard me. Tramp. I spoke to Ms. Hamption. She was little coy, but she spilled it.”

“What did she tell you?”

“That you were in the library and making out. Was it with this Chris guy?”

Paul saw a little relief on his daughter’s face. It confused him but he let it go.

“She’s crazy,” Denise was flippant.

“Really, shall we get her on the phone and have her recount the details.”

“NO,” Denise seemed panicked.

“Then you admit it?”

Quietly she whispered, “Yes.”

“And you did not bring Ms. Polly her dinner, like I asked.”

Denise made a mistake then. She rolled her eyes. Nothing drove her mother to rage more than the ‘eye roll’. Bonnie reached out and grabbed Denise’s long hair.

Denise screamed. “Oww, you’re hurting me.”

“I’ll do more than this, young lady. You run around like an irresponsible little brat and then go around like some common whore.”

Denise was crying now. Part of it was the hair pulling, most of it was just plain old parental fear.

“Look at you,” Bonnie continued. “You run out of the house dressed like a slut.”

“You bought this dress,” Denise said through her tears.

“Yes, and I also bought you underwear, but you aren’t wearing any are you?”

Paul was shocked when Bonnie grabbed Denise’s dress and yanked it down to the girl’s waist. Denise’s breasts sprung free and Paul marveled at the firm ripeness of her.

“Mommy, d-don’t,” Denise whimpered.

“Why? Why? You like parading your body around. Let’s see all of it.”

Bonnie released Denise’s hair and then stripped the dress the rest of the way down. Denise stumbled back trying to get away and tripped over the dress pooled around her ankles. She went down hard on her ass, legs sprawled.

Paul was entranced. He had a full view of his daughter’s naked pussy. It was completely bare. She obviously waxed. Her lips were puffy and the slit looked tight.

Denise turned and got up on her knees. Now he had a side view of her soft hips and could see her full breasts hanging underneath her.

Bonnie was in a rage. The site of her naked daughter seemed to enrage her. She grabbed the girl by the hair again and dragged her up. Denise let out a yelp and grabbed at her mother’s hands. Paul was treated to a view of his daughter’s breasts and pussy. With her arms stretched behind her head, she looked like she was posing. Paul took in the wonderful curves of her body, the firmness of her full breasts. They did look like her mother’s except the areoles were a lighter pink and the nipples looked larger.

Bonnie glanced at him and saw him staring at their daughter. A dark shadow crossed her brow and Paul was suddenly scared, but underneath there was an erotic spark in the air.

Bonnie dragged the naked girl towards Paul.

“You are getting a spanking young lady.”

“What?” Paul and Denise said at the same time.

Then Denise cried, “No mommy, please don’t.”

“Oh, not from me, from your father.”

Bonnie dragged the girl across Paul’s lap. He was stunned looking down at his daughter, beautiful curved ass.

“Spank her Paul.” There was an odd thickness in her voice when she said it. Paul felt Denise’s naked crotch pushed against his semi-erect penis.

“Bonnie…really…I mean…”

“Do it, now.”

Paul brought his hand down on Denise’s ass. She yelped even though he had not spanked her that hard.

“Harder,” his wife said.

Paul brought his hand down harder. Then again and then a third time. Her ass turned a soft pink and she squirmed in his lap. The feel of her weight was causing a reaction in his groin.

“How many,” he asked Bonnie. His voice betrayed his own excitement.

Bonnie knelt before him and reached under her daughter. Paul felt her grab onto his boxers and then she pulled hard.

“As many as it takes you pervert.”

Paul was now as naked as his daughter was. His penis made contact with her hairless pubic area. He was amazed at the silky softness. He brought his hand done again. His daughter squirmed and she ground against his penis. Paul could not control the effect. His penis grew rock hard as it strained against his daughter’s silky skin.

Paul continued the spanking although he kept the slaps bearable.

“She likes it Paul,” Bonnie said in an evil tone. “Look at her, she loves it.”

Bonnie spanked Denise a few times for good measure. Then she pulled Denise’s legs apart.

“I told you she liked it. Your slut daughter is actually wet.” Bonnie slid a finger between Denise’s slit.

“Ahh” Denise softly moaned.

Bonnie rubbed her finger in Denise’s slit and pulled back a wet finger. “Look she’s soaked.”

“Stand up you dirty little girl,” Bonnie commanded.

She pulled Denise from Paul’s lap and his rock hard cock sprung straight up.

Bonnie looked at him and said, “Oh you are disgusting.”

She spun Denise around to face her father.

“Bend over,” Bonnie demanded. She pushed her hand on her daughters back forcing the girl over until Denise had to place her hands on her knees to keep her balance.

“You like getting excited,” Denise said, “then let me help you.”

She thrust her finger into her daughter’s pussy.

“M-mommy p-please don’t,” Denise moaned but held her position.

“Oh you like that don’t you.” Denise moaned again as Bonnie’s finger twisted inside of her. Bonnie found the girls g-spot and rubbed it furiously.

Paul watched as his daughter literally panted from her mother’s violation.

“You want me to make you cum, you dirty whore? Do you? Say it!” Bonnie demanded and she pinched Denise’s clit

Ahhh, ahhh, y-y-yessss, m-make m-meee cu-um.”

Paul looked on just a few inches from the top of his daughter’s head. He wanted to move to get a better look, but he did not dare.

“Fine, I’ll make you cum, but here, make yourself useful.”

Bonnie stopped and pulled her finger out. She moved around Denise and grabbed both the girl’s hands. She took Denise’s hands and placed them on Paul’s cock.

Paul almost came. His daughter’s hands were soft and looked so small on his thick cock. She immediately took a firm grip on his shaft. Her left hand slipped lower and cupped his balls tightly.

“Jerk it!” Bonnie yelled.

She returned behind Denise and reinserted her finger. Her thumb expertly rubbed the girl’s hard clit while she thrust and twisted her finger in Denise’s pussy. Bonnie reached under with her other hand and cupped Denise’s breast. She milked it and squeezed it drawing more moans from her daughter

“Oh, these are sensitive aren’t they,” Bonnie cooed. “I bet you like this too, don’t you?”

Bonnie found Denise’s pink nipple. She stroked it like a small penis then she lightly pinched, pulled, and twisted it.

Denise moaned and bucked under her mother’s administration. She rapidly jerked off her father’s hard cock and squeezed his balls.

Paul did not last long. He came in a few strokes, the sight of his wife finger fucking his daughter while his daughter’s soft hands worked his cock was too much. Streams of cum shot over her and landed on Denise’s back.

Denise came hard. She bucked and spasmed, she moaned and panted while her mother fucked her harder and faster. 

Denise, exhausted slipped to her knees. Bonnie let her fall and then looked at her husband. Flushed she grabbed his cock and sucked it into her mouth. Her ferocity amazed him and he was hard again in minutes.

Bonnie stripped off her dress and panties and mounted Paul as he sat in the chair. His hard cock slid easily into her hot wet pussy. She rode him hard and fast and she came almost as quickly as Paul had. He came a second time and Bonnie collapsed onto him.

After awhile, Bonnie got off him and looked at their naked daughter who was asleep on the floor. Bonnie took a blanket from the sofa and covered the girl. She bent down and did something Paul had not seen her do in ten years; she gently stroked Denise’s hair and then kissed her on the cheek.

“Let’s go to bed,” she said to Paul in a soft voice. He followed her quietly.

As he lay in bed, he was grateful that he had work in the morning. He was not sure what had happened tonight, but he did not want to be around tomorrow, the guilt screaming in his head. No, definitely not, going to work was a much better option.

In the dark Bonnie said, “I’m calling Marcy in tomorrow. I need some advice.”

Marcy was Bonnie’s natural health guru. Paul was not crazy about the woman, but he said nothing. They both fell asleep.