Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  After he composed himself, her lover stowed his spent manhood safely back into the confines of his slacks, he collected the money off the bar. He tossed $50 to the barmaid.

  "That should take care of any trouble," he said.

  He lifted her up gently off the bar and tenderly carried her out to the car. As he placed her gently onto the front seat, he noticed how used she looked. There was blood on her knees where they had been pinned against the bar and cum dripped from her lips and down over her tits. Her dress was stained with sweat and beer, and his cum mixed with hers was dripping from her pussy. Yet, despite all that she was smiling. He buckled her safely into the seat, brushed her hair from her face and kissed her lovingly.

  "You are such a good girl", he whispered, "a very, very good girl."

  And she was safe again ... she was his.

  The End.

  A Gentleman Never Tells...

  "So how did it go with Sharon?" Andrew asked.

  "We had a good night, dinner then a walk on the beach"

  "Dad, couldn't you do better than that?"

  "Better than what?"

  "Walking on the beach?"

  I wasn't about to tell my son that the walk on the beach ended with me fucking his friend's mum on the rocks, about how we left her black panties floating in the ocean and how she told me she liked my cum dribbling down her legs afterwards, and about how she left me with the unanswered question, "What was I going to tell Andrew?"

  "Mate, women her age like that, the feeling of sand between their toes, of the water splashing up their legs. I took her to do what she liked."

  "Are you going to see her again?"

  "I guess."

  "YES!"

  "What?"

  "If you date her again I win $50 from Steve."

  "You bet on me seeing her again?"

  "I wanted to bet $500 on you scoring with her but Steve wouldn't play, said he didn't want to know about his Mum's sex life. He settled on a second date."

  Time to change the subject...

  "I'm going to mow the lawn." As I got up, my phone rang. It was Sharon. "Hi there" I answered.

  "Thank you for last night, it was fun. Can Andrew hear you talking?"

  I walked out to the garage, "Not now, why?"

  "I'm horny. I'm lying in bed, naked, wishing you were here with me right now and I want you to phone fuck me. I'm imagining you standing at the end of my bed, watching my fingers trace lines over my body, watching my fingers touch my cunt. I'm imagining you taking your pants off to reveal that stunning cock of yours, hard and ready to rip into me. Describe what you're going to do to me Adam; I want you."

  This is a good start to a new relationship! One date and she's ringing for phone sex. Thanks Andrew; if you only knew...

  "How about I drive over there?"

  "Yes, Steve is at work, he got called in unexpectedly to cover for someone who called in sick. The back door is unlocked. I'll be ready for you..."

  "I'm going to get some fuel for the mover Andy, see you soon."

  "I'm going out Dad, see you tonight."

  Good, no need to hurry home. I jumped in the car and rushed off to Sharon's. Half way there I realised what I was wearing, a pair of black sports shorts and a plain grey T-shirt; hardly sexy! Never mind, I wasn't going back. I parked in Sharon's drive and walked round the back. The door was open and it only took a few seconds to find the bedroom. Sharon was lying naked, her legs were open and she was plying her pussy with a pink vibrator.

  "You took your time!"

  Not saying a word I stripped my clothes off, grabbed the vibrator from her hand and started working it into her juicy slot, simultaneously licking her clit. Her juices were pouring out and she tasted fantastic. The more I licked, the more I thrust the vibrator into her, the more she seemed to like it. She pushed my head harder into her groin, grabbing and twisting my hair. Her moaning and encouragement really turned me on and my dick was getting harder and harder and I was getting that 'desperate to get inside her' feeling every guy knows about.

  "Fuck, I'm going to come, keep going, keep going, yeeeeeees." More and more fluid rushed from her cunt, her body was writhing and her eyes were closed. "Again, again, please do it again."

  I replaced the vibrator with my fingers, two then three then the fourth and the tip of my thumb. I'd never fisted a woman before and didn't know her limits of tolerance or pain. Yes, I was unsure but Sharon quickly reassured me; "Work your hand in slowly, yes, twist it slightly, squeeze your thumb into the palm, yes, that's it, further now, yes, yes; oh yes."

  My left hand was wrist deep inside her. "Oh that's right on the money Adam, just stroke me with those middle three fingers; gently, yes, oh that's it, that's it, get ready..."

  My face was 6 inches or less from her pussy when she squirted. It was like nothing I've ever experienced. I was soaked, the bed was soaked,

  "Wow, I haven't done that for years, God that was good, you're fucking awesome Adam!"

  Sharon got up to get a wet washer and a towel and cleaned my face. She put another towel down on the bed and beckoned me to join her. My dick had gone a little limp and I felt it recover as she kissed me, deeply, passionately, her tongue working my mouth like my fingers had done her pussy. It was wanton and impatient and bloody hot. My dick had almost fully recovered when she pushed me on my back and said "Now it's your turn."

  Her hands folded my balls, her tongue started to play gently with my tip and slowly she took me into her mouth. Shallow at first, then deeper and firmer. She knew what she was doing, I grew longer and harder and began to feel the pressure rise. A finger found my arsehole and started to work its way inside. I let it, and she slowly pushed deeper into me, massaging my prostate making me want her even more.

  One hand stroked my balls, another fingering my arse and her mouth holding my member deep inside it. Heaven on a stick; my mind was blank except for thoughts of what would happen next. She interrupted her sucking, looked up at me with a big smile and asked, "Where do you want to cum? In my mouth, on my face, on my tits, in my cunt or in my arse?"

  "Get that vibrator in my arse and I'll cum in your mouth."

  No sooner said than done; the vibrator felt fantastic, it twisted and pulsed inside me as she worked harder and harder on my cock. "Stoke it for me Sharon, keep the end in your mouth." She did and I felt the juice rise from within me, an explosion was imminent... "Keep going I'm there" I whispered as my cum filled her mouth. She let it dribble out over my dick and balls then slowly licked it up and swallowed it all.

  She smiled, licking her lips. "Was that better than coming in my pussy?"

  "After I've fucked your arse I'll tell you."

  "Let's get something to eat then we'll try that."

  I put my shorts and shirt back, leaving my boxers behind so my balls got some ventilation. Sharon put on a robe which she tied very loosely and we went to the kitchen. In no time we were eating bacon and eggs and washing it down with orange juice. It was still only 11am after all!

  "So you enjoy sex don't you? How long has it been?" she asked.

  "Too fucking long!"

  "Hang around me Adam and that's going to change, I've really enjoyed the last few hours, I feel like I'm 21 again. You sure know how to deliver don't you?" With that she spread her legs and gently stroked her pussy. "I'm been hanging out for this for so long, you better believe you're in for a good time. Are you up to it?"

  Is the Pope a Catholic? Was I up for it? "I think so; it depends on the frequency you have in mind."

  "When I first married, we did it at least once a day for the first few years and even after Steve was born, we did it several times a week. It only dropped off when he started seeing that other bitch... nah, let's not revisit that. So you want to find out what my arse is like? You promised..."

  I grabbed her hand and she needed no encouragement to get back to the bedroom. Again locked in a heavily kissing session, my hand found its way back between her legs and my index finger started to cir
cle her dark hole. She reached away and pulled a tube of lube out of her bedside drawer. I took the tube and squirted a few drops on my and massaged it around her arsehole. My finger slipped in easily and I pushed it in as deeply as I could. Her legs spread wider as she pulled my shorts off and took my dick in hand.

  Twisting herself around she took me in her mouth and took me deep into her mouth. "I think he's ready."

  Rolling onto her stomach she pushed her butt into the air and spread her knees apart. "Do it you bastard, get your prick up my bum." I loved the way she spoke; hearing her use such cutter language turned me on even more as I slowly slid inside. It was tight; she spread wider and encouraged me to get deeper. I didn't need any encouragement and once as far in s I could get, I slowly thrust in and out, in and out. She was moaning with delight; "Yes, yes, go on, more, more."

  I held her boobs tight, she massaged my balls and I managed to maintain the momentum for about 30 thrusts before I felt my climax arriving. "Full me with your sticky white stuff Adam, go on, empty yourself into my hole then pull out and watch it dribble out."

  I came, deep inside her then as she asked, pulled out and watched it dribble out. I was spent; exhausted, fulfilled and very happy. I collapsed on the bed beside her, she kissed my gently and we drifted off to sleep...

  I have no idea why I had closed the bedroom door when we went back in but boy was I glad! A car pulled into the drive, it was Steve; his shift must have been cut short as he wasn't due home until closer to 4. "Mum, I'm home. I see Adam's here, are you two in bed?"

  Sprung. "Yes dear."

  We dressed and feeling like teenagers, gingerly walked out into the lounge. "Hi Steve."

  "Hi Adam."

  "I'm going now."

  "Okay, no doubt you'll be back?" He cast a knowing glimpse towards his mum. "Adam's cool mum, this is okay by me; why do you think we got you both together? And Adam, tell Andy we should have had that bet!"

  I kissed Sharon goodbye and drove home. On the way I picked up some fuel for the mower and went home to mow the lawn. What an anti-climax! At least when Andrew got home, he was able to see that at least the lawn was mowed. Steve had already told him that I'd fucked his mum so I didn't have to tell him. All he asked was if it was good?

  I said gentlemen never tell.

  The End.

  Under His Spell

  She woke up in the middle of the night, soaked in sweat, struggling for breath. Even in dreams she found no peace. Her oblivion lasted only a fraction of a second and then the annihilating reality came crushing down on her. The gripping, clawing feeling in the pit of her belly, working its way up toward her chest, stabbing and tearing. She could hardly eat and she could no longer sleep. No matter how much she tried, she found it impossible to bring her unruly emotions under control. As pathetic as it seemed, there was no way of fooling herself. Infatuated. That is what she had become.

  He had rooted himself there, under her skin, flowing in her bloodstream, impregnating her every thought. Despite his absence, he was still coaxing her mind, burrowing deep into the core of her being. She yearned for him with every cell in her miserable body. In a strangely twisted way, even the pain he left her with felt sweet, because it meant that, for a brief moment, he had been hers. The thought that she would have been better off to never having met him did cross her mind, but just to imagine it sent her into a state of panic. Better to suffer the withdrawal than to have never tasted the delights of his passion for her. He had brought her high like no other, bound her to him and then without any explanation, he vanished, leaving her feeling empty and with questions to which she had no answers. She should despise him but instead, she missed him like crazy.

  Her head heavy, she got up and went to the bathroom. After she splashed some water in her face, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, and wished she hadn't. Her cheeks were no longer rosy and the dark circles under her chestnut eyes made her look drawn and tired. She passed her hand over the tangles in her long auburn hair and frowned at herself. Weak. That is what she was and she hated herself for it. It took a long shower to drive the chills out of her body. Without even thinking, she put on the white lace night gown he had bought for her from an expensive French lingerie store, and then, with soft music playing in the background, she lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling, recalling that day when they first kissed.

  It was in the winter and there was a blizzard. They walked through a deserted downtown park, with thick snowflakes lashing in their faces, their feet sinking in the deep snow. The peacefulness and quietness around them was beautiful. She could feel the sexual energy building up between them and was certain that he felt it as well from the way his hands kept straying to her waist and back. They came to a secluded enclosure where the park overlooked a frozen river and the suburbs on the other side of the shore. Her hair was blowing in the wind as she turned to face him, leaning back on the guard rail that was bordering a steep drop. His smooth handsome face was calm, his bright blue eyes smiling and his lips were so inviting that it made her grab him by his coat and pull him to her so that she could press her mouth to his.

  His response took her by surprise. He kissed her back, his gentleness quickly replaced by the fervor of lust. His tongue tasted sweet and his teeth on her lower lip sent shocks of excitement through her body. He pulled back for a moment, his eyes glued on her lips. Bringing his cold hands to her face, he held her cheeks and kissed her in such a lascivious way, it left her breathless. He then threaded his fingers through her hair, wrapped it around his hands and pulled it so that her head tilted backward and her neck was exposed for his mouth to explore. His lips were soft and wet on her skin, kissing, licking and teasing, making her gasp when they brushed her ear. He sucked on her earlobe and the heat of his breath made her skin cover in goose bumps when he whispered just how hard he was for her.

  She remembered the thrill she felt when she saw his eyes widen as she pulled back, opened her coat, provoking him with her cleavage. He let her take his hand and slide it inside her sweater and into her bra. She closed her eyes when he cupped her breast and caressed her hard nipple that turned even harder under his cold fingers. Grabbing her by the waist, he turned her roughly around and pushed his hips onto her ass. His left hand went back to caress her breast and his right hand slid inside her jeans and panties, his fingers coating with her arousal, exploring and penetrating, making her tightly grip the rail guard. The moans that escaped her lips were instantly muffled by the heavy snowfall and carried on the wind in the direction of the river. With his lips against her hair, he nearly drove her crazy as he continued describing his desire for her. She would have given anything to go back to that moment.

  With the thoughts of him, she ran her hands slowly over her thin night gown and caressed her body that cried for his touch. She longed to feel the tip of his fingers on her skin, to taste his soft lips and have him lie on top of her. Her left hand circled her round breast and her right hand slipped between her thighs, her back arching at the contact of her fingers with her wet sex. Carried away by the gentle waves of her pleasure, she imagined his tongue and lips on her. She was startled when the phone suddenly rang. Wondering who could be calling so late in the night, she answered with a shaking voice.

  "Hello?"

  Long silence, but she could hear someone breathing.

  "Who is it?" she asked, ignoring her intuition in fear of bitter disappointment.

  "I miss you."

  The sound of his voice had the effect of a needle piercing her skin and plunging into her vein and his words were the fix she had been craving the most. Straight into her blood, it sent her heart racing and her head spinning. All that time she had been preparing to face him had been wasted. She could not think of anything coherent to say. Her mind was overpowered by the raging and contradicting feelings inside her.

  "Let me in."

  "What?" She wasn't sure she had heard him properly.

  "I'm just outside your door." His voice was barely above a w
hisper.

  She put down the receiver and stared at the phone for a moment. There was a gentle knock on the door. Almost as if in a trance, she felt her body move toward the entrance, her anticipation growing with each step taking her closer to him. When she came to the door, she hesitated. Wishing she could find the force to not give in to him, she leaned her back against the coolness of the wall, her hand pausing on the lock without twisting it.

  "I know you're there. I need to see you. Please." The way he pleaded made her forget about her unrealistic resolution to never speak to him again. Just like that, he had defeated her.

  She unlocked the door and opened it to let him in. Still resting against the wall, she turned the other way, in fear of crumbling down at the sight of him. She heard him walk in, closing the door behind him, his footsteps pausing in front of her. There was a brief moment of silence but she refused to face him.

  "Will you not look at me?" he asked.

  She shut her eyes and bit into her lip, thankful that he could not hear just how fast her heart was beating. After not hearing from him for so many days, she was almost scared to let herself believe that he came back to her. He moved closer. So close that she could feel his body heat, with his appealing scent invigorating her more than ever.

  She tensed when his lips brushed against her cheek, but the tenderness in his kiss made her melt from the inside. Taking her gently by the chin, he turned her face to him. Still, her eyes remained closed. She felt him softly kiss her eyelids and then rest his forehead against hers. He did not even attempt to apologise. It was perhaps better that way. She wasn't sure how well she would handle his excuses. Without a word, he held her face, just like he did that day in the blizzard, and then with the back of his fingers, he caressed her neck, tracing her soft skin down to her collarbone, all the way to her shoulders. Holding her breath, she felt her skin awaken under his touch. He ran his palms down her arms and grabbed her around her wrists to bring her hands to his lips so that he could kiss them before placing them on his chest. She gathered the strength to open her eyes and looked right into his face. He brushed the strands of his brown hair away from his eyes and she met his gaze, confident and intense as always.