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.

Deeds of Love Chapter 2

Family Therapy

By Xspy4u

Paul’s day at work was only slightly stranger than the previous evening at home. He had worked for the owner, Ron, for over ten years. Ron was a bastard to everyone. He spent his entire day either sitting in his office or trying to fuck the cashiers. The man was a fat, disgusting excuse for a human being, but still Paul had eaten the guy’s crap for years.

When Paul arrived at work, he just felt different. A little guilty, sure. Slightly confused, absolutely. But, also just a little stronger and a little more sure of himself. It must have showed too, for when he walked in, Vicky the hot young department supervisor gave him a big smile.

“You look very umm nice today,” she said. Paul was certain she blushed.

The compliment put even more confidence in his step and he took the stairs to Ron’s office two at a time. He was early, so he figured he would take the time to ensure he had Saturday off for Harriet’s birthday party. The manager’s schedule was hung in Ron’s office and Paul was certain the fat bastard did not come in until 11 o’clock.  Paul did not bother to knock since he assumed the office was empty.

When he swung the door open and turned on the lights, he was met with a gasp of surprise. Spread across the desk was the chubby woman from the dairy department. She was naked, legs spread with fat Ron between them. At the sight of Paul, Ron stepped back and got tangled in the trousers that were around his ankles. He fell back into his office chair and then quickly reached down and pulled up his pants.

“Paul, what do mean barging in my office?” the fat man demanded.

Paul started to apologize, his mind raced as he imagined his termination over the intrusion. Before he could speak, his eyes fell upon the picture of Ron’s portly wife. He was shocked to notice the close resemblance between the piggish spouse and Doris the naked dairy girl lying on the desk. An idea came to him.

“Shit Ron, I am sorry. I didn’t know you were in here.”

“Well now you do, so get the fuck out.”

“Sure no problem, I got a call to make anyway.” Paul slowly turned to leave the room, but not before he gave his boss a wink.

“Wait a minute, Paul; I think there is a little misunderstanding here.”

“Oh, there’s no misunderstanding Ron. And I am certain your lovely wife will understand completely.”

Ron looked at Paul, then at Doris. “Get yourself dressed and get back to work,” he bellowed. Doris was halfway there and she ran out of the room still holding her blouse in front of her massive breasts.

Paul started to walk away again.

“Now just hold on there, Jones, we need to talk.”

“Sure boss, what’s on your mind?”

“Don’t give me that shit.  We’re both men here; I think we can reach an understanding that does not include my wife.”

“Can we?” Paul knew he had the guy in a spot. Ron may have been the owner of the store on paper, but the money came from his wife’s family and Margaret was a jealous woman. She had made a couple of scenes before, accusing Ron of sleeping with various employees. Moreover, she loved Paul in a very maternal way, one word from him and Ron was dead meat.

“Come on Paul, let’s be reasonable. I know you and Margaret are friends, but come on, I’ve always treated you well.”

“I tell you what Ron; I think we can work this out.”

“Great, I know you want Saturday off, so go ahead, and take it. In fact, take today; I will get Sammy to cover your shift. Oh, and with pay of course.”

“Sounds great Ron and you know what else would be great?”

Ron drew his eyebrows together. He sensed a little extortion coming and Paul did not disappoint.

“What?” he asked, he gave Paul a squinty-eyed stare.

“I think that Day manager position would be perfect for me, don’t you?” Paul had been passed over for the position twice already. The Day manager did not work nights or weekends.

Ron was silent for a moment. He studied Paul closely before he replied.

“Sure, we can make that happen.”

“Now, Ron, correct me if I’m wrong, but that job pays about fifteen thousand more than my current salary right?”

Again, Ron was silent for a moment. “Yep,” he said.

“And comes with that two percent bonus on monthly sales.”

“Sure, Paul.”

“Excellent. I can start immediately and of course, we’ll keep this morning between the two of us.”

Ron relaxed a little bit. He did not like extortion unless he was extorting, but Paul was actually worth the pay increase. Ron would have given the guy the position and the raise years ago, if he had shown the balls he was showing right now.

Paul nodded and started to leave the office.

“Hey Paul.”

Paul turned again.

“Something is different about you. Don’t know what it is, but, well it works for you.”

Paul smiled and left the office. It was a great day and he felt better than he had in years. When Margaret came in, she hugged him and congratulated him on his promotion. Paul was a little shocked that Ron had kept his word. Paul felt powerful.

On the ride home, the guilt returned. Paul felt some of his energy deflate when he pulled in his driveway. A silver Volvo was parked next to Bonnie’s Lexus. It belonged to Marcy, Bonnie’s advisor and guru.

Paul walked through the door and found Bonnie and Marcy on the living room sofa. Marcy gave him her usual superior glare.  Bonnie looked a little more submissive than usual and she looked down at her hands.

“Good evening Marcy,” Paul said, a plastic smile firmly in place.

“Lovely to see you again Paul.”

Marcy thought the word ‘lovely’ was ‘lovely’ and she used it often.

As much as he disliked her medaling in his marriage and his life, he did admire the woman’s beauty. She was in her early thirties, but had the body of a twenty year old. A little shorter than Bonnie, but a beautiful figure and perky breasts that curved slightly upwards.Her long, well-manicured nails were always painted a light pink to match her lipstick.  She had beautiful, jet black hair that reached mid-back and it surrounded her face in sharp contrast to her cobalt blue eyes. The eyes were penetrating and direct and Paul found the woman difficult to look at.

“Paul,” Marcy continued, “we have a problem.” Marcy reached out and took Bonnie’s hand.

“Do we?” Paul asked in an even tone.

“Yes. Bonnie has told me about last nights, shall we say, events.”

Paul flushed crimson. He was shocked. His wife had shared such an intimate moment with this outsider.

“Paul, we are going to have to do something about your daughter.”

“Denise? How is last night her fault?” Paul was embarrassed but his natural instinct was to protect his little girl.

“You must realize that Denise has some unhealthy sexual energy.”

“Apparently, she get’s that from her mother,” Paul said sarcastically.

“Paul, how could you?” Bonnie yelled. “What I did may have been wrong, but I have to live every day with Denise’s sexual aura. This is not my fault.”

Paul looked at his wife in amazement. Certainly, Denise put out a vibe, but Christ to blame her seemed ridiculous Paul felt anger rise in his throat, but he quickly swallowed it.

“Paul,” Marcy jumped in as she stood up and straightened her short black dress. “I can help the three of you, but I need your cooperation.”

“Marcy, you can get the fuck out of my house.”

Bonnie expression of shock was the perfect reflection of Paul’s own. He was surprised at his own response, but a little pleased to finally tell Marcy where to go.

“I could,” she said evenly. “And when I do, maybe my first stop should be the police. I mean you did after all engage in a sexual act with your daughter.” Marcy smiled a tight-lipped smile that reminded Paul of a cobra.

“I…” Paul had no response. He could not imagine the outcome of such an event and he betrayed his concern by breaking eye contact with the viper.

“Yes, I thought as much. Not to worry, though, just follow my direction and we can work this all out.” Paul could not believe how quickly karma had returned. Now he was Ron.

“Paul, please, trust Marcy, it really is for the best.” Paul glared at his wife, but her expression was softer than usual and he submitted.

“Fine, what do you want me to do?”

“Tonight,” Marcy said, “we just need you to give us some time alone with Denise. Just go out and get some dinner, maybe, and when you return promise to stay in your room.”

“Fine, can I change first?”

“I think it’s best if you go now.”

Paul did not bother to argue. He turned and went out to his car. His mind swirled with possibilities and a part of him, a part he did not want to admit, was a little sad that the events of last night were not to be repeated.

Paul stayed away as long as he could. He lingered over dinner, stopped at a bookstore and even took the long way home. When he returned, Marcy’s car was still in the driveway. Paul slipped in the front door, the living room was vacant, but he heard voices from the kitchen. He hesitated, and then decided to go to his room.

He changed into a pair of pajama bottoms and tried to read the new book he had purchased. He read the same line four times in a row and decided it was not going to work. As concerned as he was over Marcy’s threat, he needed to know what this intervention was and how it affected Denise.

Paul slipped quietly down the stairs and out the front door. The cool air danced across his chest as he made his way to the back of the house and crept through the patio gate.  When they put in the pool, Bonnie insisted on a high, brick wall to provide them privacy from the neighbors. Paul knew he could peer in through the glass slider doors without worry that a neighbor would spot him and mistake him for a prowler.

The view made his breath catch in his chest and his cock stir.

The back of the house was one large kitchen and dining room. The outer walls were a series of large, glass sliding doors. In the dark exterior, Paul had a perfect hidden view of the kitchen bathed in its bright overhead light.  On the dining room side, the slider was partly open to let in the cool night air and the women’s voices drifted out with perfect clarity.

Marcy and Bonnie stood on each side of the square kitchen table. On the table before them was Denise. She was completely naked, her arms and legs spread to the four corners. Long, silk scarves bound her ankles and wrists to the table legs. Another scarf was tied around her eyes, her long blond hair spreading out cascaded off the table.  One of Marcy’s hands rested on the girl’s flat stomach.

“Are we all calmed down now,” Marcy said to the bound girl. Her fingers gently stroked Denise’s stomach.

“Yes, but please let me up,” Denise pleaded. Paul’s emotions were mixed. A part of him wanted to burst in and attack his daughter’s tormentor, but the scene aroused another part of him. He decided to wait.

“Now, honey, this is for your own good. You need to trust us,” Bonnie said in a soft, caring tone.

“Please Mommy,” Denise whimpered.

Bonnie looked at Marcy with uncertainty.

“Bonnie, you must be strong…for Denise.”

Bonnie nodded in affirmation.

“Now Denise,” Marcy continued, her fingers gliding up and down the girl’s naked belly, “you have a problem.”

“Yeah, I’m tied to a fuckin’ table you bitch,” Denise yelled. Her bravado impressed Paul.

“Don’t talk like that!” Bonnie yelled back and she slapped Denise’s thigh.

Marcy grabbed her wrist before she could strike again.

“Bonnie relax. There is no cause for anger. Denise cannot help herself; she has a lot of sexual frustration.”

Bonnie calmed, but Paul could see the storm clouds on her brow.

“I don’t have any sexual frustrations,” Denise said angrily. “Now let me go.”

“Really, then why did we find this in your dresser?”

Blindfolded Denise could not see the object, but her body flushed a soft pink, so she knew what they had found. Paul could not see the object clearly, so he slipped to his right for a better view.

At first, he could not make sense of what he was seeing or how it validated Marcy’s statement. In her hand, Marcy held his palm sander. Paul had gone crazy looking for the thing. He had gone so far as to accuse his neighbor, Bob of not returning it.

“What on earth would Denise do with a palm sander?” he thought.

Then it dawned on him. The devise gave off a powerful vibration. It would be lethal to her with a sheet of sandpaper attached, but without, the pad that held the paper was actually a soft pliable rubber. He imagined the soft square pressed against his daughter’s clit, the high-speed vibration delivering pleasure.

Bonnie shook her head in tight-lipped disapproval, but Paul noticed that her eyes repeatedly returned to the device.

“You see Denise, even just the mention of your little toy has you excited.”

Marcy bent over and softly blew on Denise’s hardening nipples. Paul watched his daughter squirm from the sensation. He knew this was wrong, but his cock began to stiffen.

“Your breasts are fuller now, your nipples hard.” Marcy’s fingers lightly traced Denise’s breasts and then she used her long, pink nails to pinch the tied girl’s nipple.

Denise shuddered and a satisfied grin spread across Marcy’s face.  Marcy turned to Bonnie.

“Bonnie, what do you find most beautiful about Denise’s body?”

“Marcy, I, really, I wouldn’t know,” Bonnie turned red in the face and averted her eyes.

“Bonnie, we talked through all this. You must be honest with yourself and with Denise if we are to heal this family. I mean, look at her all spread out like this, she has a beautiful body.” Marcy ran a hand down Denise.

Bonnie’s eyes darted up and down Denise’s naked form. “I guess she is beautiful.”

“Yes she is, here feel her soft hair,” Marcy instructed as she ran her hand through Denise’s golden mane. Bonnie followed suit, but it was a tentative exploration.

“And feel the softness of her neck,” Marcy continued, her hand softly drifting downward as Bonnie mimicked her mentor.

“Her breasts are lovely aren’t they?”

Paul was rock hard as the two women softly stroked and squeezed his daughter’s breast. The flushed look on his wife’s face was not embarrassment it was lust.

“Oh and her lovely firm stomach and the wonderful swell of her hips.”

The two hands worked slowly across Denise naked body. She squirmed and moaned, powerless to stop the assault.

“So, Bonnie, what part is most beautiful.” Marcy softly cooed, her fingers gently scratching Denise’s inner thigh.

Bonnie was speechless but her eyes rested on her daughter’s soft, hairless mound. The puffy lips were separated by a tight slit.

“Yes, she has a lovely pussy and look how bare she keeps it,” Marcy said her other hand returned to Denise’s nipple and she softly stroked it.

“Bonnie, I want you to touch your daughter’s pussy.”

“I-I don’t know.” Bonnie argued, but her voice was soft without conviction.

“Yes, do it, feel its softness.”

Bonnie tentatively ran her fingers across Denise’s mound. Denise shivered at the contact.

“There you go, now explore your daughter,” Marcy instructed as she rested her head on Denise’s chest.

Paul watched her tongue reach out and lightly flick his daughter’s hard nipple. He lowered his pajama bottoms and his hard cock sprung out into the cool night air.

Bonnie’s finger gently traced her daughter’s slit A look of surprise crossed her face.

“What is it?” Marcy asked

“Her clit, it’s peeking out from her, her pussy.”

Marcy drew away from Denise’s breast to inspect the find.

“So it is, how lovely, such a sweet little rose bud.” She pulled on the hard clit with her nails and Denise involuntarily thrust her hips upward.

“You see, she likes it, isn’t that correct Denise.”

“Mommy, please don’t.”

Bonnie hesitated, but Marcy gave her a confident look and nodded her head. Bonnie’s fingers returned to her daughter’s clit.

Paul watched in awe as his wife stroked and pulled on their daughter’s clit. Denise resisted, but the sensation was too much and soon her hips rocked and she moaned and gasped. Marcy licked and sucked Denise’s breast and nipple, while her fingers worked the other.

Marcy stood again, her hands continued to work the girl’s breasts.

“Bonnie, I want you to taste your daughter.”

“I-I’ve never done that to a women.”

“It’s easy, trust me.”

“I don’t know,” Bonnie said her voice showing more conviction than before.

“Here, I will show you how,” Marcy said and came around the table.

She quickly rubbed Denise’s clit in fast little circles. Denise shuddered and moaned again.

“Denise? Denise? May I lick your pussy?”

Denise was silent but she nodded her head in approval.

“You see Bonnie, she wants us to,” Marcy said with a smile and then leaned in and gave Denise’s cunt a long deep lick.

“Ahhhhhhh” Denise cried out and strained against her bonds in pleasure. Marcy continued as Denise arched her back.

“Okay, now it is your turn,” Marcy said to Bonnie.

This time Bonnie did not hesitate and she softly spread Denise’s lips with her fingers and then licked her daughter’s clit. Denise thrashed on the table in pleasure and Bonnie increased her speed. Marcy returned to the nipples, pulled, and twisted them.

Paul furiously stroked his own cock. He watched as his wife devoured Denise’s young pussy. Denise bucked and moaned as an orgasm crashed through her body. Bonnie raised her head and wiped her face on the back of her hand. Paul was close to his own orgasm, but stopped his stroking to see what would happen next.

“Excellent, now come hug your daughter,” Marcy commanded.

Bonnie came around the table and gave the tied Denise an awkward hug. Bonnie reached out to untie the girl’s wrist.

“Not yet,” Marcy said.

“But…”

“Bonnie, for you that orgasm might be enough, but for Denise her oversexed body needs much more.”

“No, please no more,” Denise had recovered.

“Are you sure?” Marcy cooed and ran her long nail over Denise’s sensitive clit.

“Oh, someone seems to be still excited, look how happy your love button is to be touched.” Marcy switched to the pad of her finger, she gently stroked, and rubbed Denise until the girl was again panting with pleasure.

“Bonnie,” Marcy called, “I want you to suck your daughter’s tits just the way you like yours to be sucked.”

Bonnie lowered her head, licked, and sucked in earnest.

“Now, let’s see how are little vixen reacts to her toy.”

Marcy bent down and Paul could not see what she was doing. His wife nipped and sucked each swollen nipple. When Marcy stood up, she had the palm sander in her hand. It was plugged into a long, orange extension cord.

“Ready or not,” she said and pressed the power button. 

The sander’s motor came to life with a loud buzz. The sound covered their voices as Marcy lowered the soft pad to his daughter’s pussy. When it made contact, Denise nearly jumped from the table. Marcy held an arm across the girl’s midsection and continued to lightly brush the vibrating sander across Denise’s pussy. She worked the edge into Denise’s slit and moved it in small circular motions. Denise was in ecstasy.  Her hips came up and down and then tried to pull away from the overwhelming pleasure. Marcy followed the girl’s motions expertly keeping the sander in place. Denise bucked on the table and Paul could hear her orgasmic scream over the sander’s drone.

Marcy continued the assault for over five minutes. Paul watched as Denise would orgasm and then lay exhausted for a moment until again the overwhelming vibration was applied to her sensitive pussy. His daughter came again and again, the sweat standing out in beads that sparkled like diamonds in the kitchen’s light. Finally, Marcy shut off the sander and placed in on the table.

She gave Denise’s pussy a final, long slow lick and Denise cried out.

Bonnie was flushed and a bead of sweat was on her forehead. Watching her daughter orgasm so many times had placed her in a state of almost crazed desire.

“Isn’t that better Denise?” Marcy asked. “Of course such a naughty girl needs to be punished now. Bonnie, untie her arms.”

They removed the scarves from her wrists and ankles and Marcy helped the shaky girl off the table.

Paul marveled at Denise’s full breasts and her hard pink nipples. The two women walked her towards the door to the garage. Paul got a look at Denise’s firm round buttocks and his cock seemed to harden even more.

When the three stepped into the garage, Paul pulled up his pajamas and entered the kitchen. He stood silently and listened. Denise’s voice protested, but Paul could not make out the words. He stepped closer to the door and placed his ear to it. There were loud sounds of slapping and he heard his daughter cry out.

Gently, he pulled to door open and peered through the crack. Denise was tied to some makeshift device. Still naked her arms were tied over her head, her legs spread wide and attached to a metal bar that kept them open.

Bonnie had stripped down to her black lace thongs. Her breasts moved freely which each slap she administered to her daughter’s ass. Marcy still dressed stood in front of Denise. She gently slapped the girl’s breasts.

Paul stepped out into the garage.

“That is enough,” he yelled.

“Why look Denise, your Dad has joined us,” Marcy said and smiled at Paul

“Daddy,” Denise said, “Don’t look, I’m naked.” Paul ignored her and glared at Marcy and then Bonnie.

“Paul, we agreed,” Bonnie said, with downcast eyes.

“Shut the fuck up Bonnie.” Bonnie looked at him in shock, but Paul noticed the hint of submission.

“We agreed,” he continued, “to help our daughter, not to assault her in the goddamn garage.”

“Paul, please,” Marcy interjected, “we are done with the punishment and actually can use your help.”

“My help?” he challenged.

“Yes, now you can feel free to untie your daughter and that will be that…or,” Marcy glanced over at a bottle on the workbench. It was filled with a gold liquid.

“Or what?” Paul asked, strangely mesmerized by the golden contents of the bottle.

“Or, you can help soothe your daughter’s aching body by applying my special oil.”

Paul looked from the bottle to Marcy, to his wife. The two women gave him a slight nod.

“Oh daddy, no, please don’t,” Denise cried, but it was her fake cry, the one he had heard hundreds of times when his little girl wanted attention.

Marcy walked over and retrieved the bottle. She brought it to Paul and placed it in his hand. Her other hand gently stroked his chest.

“Good boy,” she whispered.

Paul approached Denise, his eyes traced the muscles of her back, the curve of her hips and the soft, round globes of her ass.

“Daddy,” she softly whimpered.

Paul poured some of the golden liquid into his hand and then rubbed it into her soft shoulders. He poured more directly over her and watched it work a slow, glistening trail down her back. He poured more down her front and then put the bottle on the floor.

His hands worked the thick oil across her soft flesh and she moaned softly. His hands worked their way to her ass and he gently massaged the cheeks. His fingers slipped between her crack and softly brushed her rose bud anus.

“Go ahead, explore her,” Marcy whispered in his ear. Paul swirled his finger around his daughter’s anus and felt her gently push against it. He pushed harder and then thrust his finger in her.

“Uggg, ahhhhh” Denise cried out. Paul worked his finger in and out of her tight ass and with each thrust her excitement grew. Finally, he pulled out, eager to explore more of her.

Paul felt hands at his pajamas. He looked down at his hard penis pushing against the fabric. The hands belonged to Marcy. She slipped them into the elastic waistband and pulled them down to his ankles. She slid her hands up his legs and then gently across his hard cock.

Paul stepped forward and brought his hands across his daughter’s stomach. He slid them upward until they cupped her full breasts. He found her nipples, pulled, and twisted them, and then his hands worked back downward.

His daughter’s moans grew louder as his finger slid between her lips and played with her clit. Paul was pushed against her and his cock slipped between her oiled cheeks. He felt her hot anus on his cock and she ground her ass against him. Paul almost came, but pulled back before it could overcome him.

Marcy led Bonnie in front of Denise.

“Go ahead,” Marcy encouraged, “lick your daughter.”

Bonnie got to her knees and brought her mouth to Denise’s cunt. Paul removed his fingers so she could have access.

Denise cried out as Bonnie thrust two fingers into the girl’s pussy and then furiously licked Denise’s hard clit.

“Paul,” Marcy cooed from behind him, “Let’s give Denise a little more.”

Marcy grabbed his oily cock and directed it to Denise’s pussy. She caught the metal spreader with her foot and pulled it back so that Denise was now hanging slightly forward.

Paul’s cock was guided to his daughter’s hot cunt. He felt his wife’s fingers as they slipped out to allow him entry. Marcy guided his swollen head to the opening and then her other hand gently pushed his ass, thrusting him into his daughter.

Denise was tight and they both moaned loudly. Paul’s hands returned to her breasts and he milked them as he fucked his daughter. Bonnie’s hand found his balls and she squeezed and pulled at them while she licked Denise’s clit.

Paul felt his orgasm approaching with each thrust, Denise shook with pleasure, and he opened his eyes. Below them, his wife worked on Denise. Marcy, still dressed slipped in behind Bonnie and lowered Bonnie’s black panties. Marcy did not hesitate. She spread Bonnie’s legs and lapped at the soaked pussy. Her blue eyes met Paul’s as she quickly brought Bonnie to an explosive orgasm.

Denise called out, “Oh Daddy, harder, please, ahhhh, harder,” as she came.

Paul exploded inside his daughter tight hot pussy.

Below Bonnie had stopped licking Denise and was crying out in pleasure as Marcy worked her with fingers and tongue.

Exhausted Paul lay down on the floor. It was cold, but he did not care. He closed his eyes and slipped into sleep as he heard voices around him.

He awoke later in bed, but could not remember getting there. He felt soft naked skin next to his and turned over to spoon his wife. His hand found her breast and he gently stroked it.  A soft moan escaped her, but the sound was not right. Paul sat up.

Denise was in bed between them. Paul lay back down and gently returned his hand to her breast, and she moaned again. He felt himself grow hard, his cock pushed against his daughter’s soft thighs. He knew this was wrong, but could not help himself. He loved both his girls.

He was going to roll back over when Denise’s hand found his hard cock. She gently stroked it and then turned over. She placed a thigh over him and then slid her slick pussy onto his shaft.

“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered as she worked her hips up and down.

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Normally I like the psychology of the characters to speak for themselves from the actions they take in the story. In this case – mostly because the incest theme is not one I have spent anytime really thinking about or I confess reading- I do want to provide an explanation to Paul’s “change.” A reader emailed me with a specific request. He wrote that he loved incest stories, and liked the first part but…why do the guys always have to be wimps? In short, he wanted to see the wimp become an Alpha male. Paul seemed to me like the kind of guy who could become one with the correct motivation. He was already at wits end with his wife and daughter so maybe a little sexual gratis could make him stronger. So a guy who felt a little inferior all his life, who already carries a boat load of guilt, when he gets into something he should legitimately feel guilty about it actually has the opposite effect.  So if you found his character to be or feel a little inconsistent in this chapter, it is probably because it is a “bridge” for Paul…and for Bonnie and for Denise. On the other side, which is likely chapter three (or four if I am as long winded as I tend to in the writing) we will get to see where that particular road takes them. Right now, I could not say for sure. I got the sex worked out in my mind, but as always, I like to see where the characters take me. Suffice to say we know that a pool party with Harriet, the cousins and of course Marcy will be interesting to say the least – poor Denise, so many hands for such a soft, vulnerable body – Xspy4u