Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  Cathy replied, "You know that I will but please don't tell my mother. I'm still scared to death at what will happen when we go to Boston. I just can't picture mom doing the dirty deed. More than likely she will freak out and ground me as well."

  Maria smiled and stated, "We can't have that now can we baby? You know when your mother and I were kissing and she fondled my breasts her eyes revealed the burning desire she had for me. She wanted it real bad but was afraid to act out her lesbian longings. Perhaps I should be the one to seduce her and give her what she truly craves. Then you won't have to worry about her judging you. How does that sound my dear?"

  As she walked out the door Cathy answered, "I don't know. Goodbye Maria, see you soon." The new lesbian blonde girl couldn't sleep as she thought about her new life as a lesbian slut. She couldn't help but wonder who if anyone would seduce her mother. The thought of her mom giving in to Nadine and her mother was both disturbing and arousing. Cathy felt her pussy flooding as the image of her mom on her knees pleasuring the black girl and her mother filled her imagination. She felt less fear and more lusty anticipation about going to Boston with her mom. In fact she was looking forward to the trip.

  The End.

  My New Neighbor

  In the Eighties, when I broke up with the wife, I needed a place, fast. Since she looted the bank accounts, I didn't have much capital to work with, so I was thrilled when a friend told me about a one-bedroom apartment over a store-front. It wasn't much to look at, but it was home. Thanks to friend's generosity and full garages, I was able to muster the basics in pots, pans, and furniture, and rented a van to move it all in.

  After my buddies helped me move in, I was bringing in clothing when I ran into the other tenant. My place covered the front of the store, hers covered the rear.

  "Hi, can I give you a hand?"

  I had known it was a woman, but hadn't seen her yet. I looked up the stairs, and she stood, barefoot, in a tee shirt and cut-off jeans. She was about 45, twenty years older than me, with blonde curly hair, almost an Afro.

  "Hi, thanks, I think I got it," I said, climbing the stairs. The landing is small, with my door on the left, hers straight ahead, and she stepped back to give me room. Now, I could see how tall she was, my height, 5'11. The tee shirt was basic white and she wore no bra, the large brown nipples pressing through the thin fabric. And despite her age, those major melons stood high and firm.

  Her eyes followed mine, and she said, "Sorry, I was jumping into the shower and when I heard you, I wanted to say hello. I'm Sandy." She held out her hand.

  I reached to shake it, but my arms were full of clothes and I almost dropped them. She laughed and caught them with me before they went back down the stairs. "Here, let me hold them while you unlock the door."

  Contritely, I obeyed. "I appreciate this," I said, taking the armful, and I felt awkward by our closeness in the exchange.

  I plopped the stuff on the couch and turned, she had followed me in, looking around. "You have much better furniture than Brad did. And a Color TV!"

  "Yeah, one of the few things the ex let me take."

  "Oh, another marriage down the drain, huh? I never took the plunge. Judging by the success ratio I see, I saved myself a headache!" She threw back her shaggy head and laughed.

  "Yeah, you're probably better off. I'd offer you a drink, but I haven't been to the store yet."

  "Oh, thanks! I've got a fridge full of beer and a box of wine. Right after I shower, I'm gonna chill. You're welcome to join me, we can get to know each other."

  I said, "It's Saturday night. I'm sure you have plans."

  "No, actually, I'm staying in tonight. It would be nice to have some company..."

  "I could really go for a beer..."

  "Okay, give me ten, and I'll be back." She turned and was gone. I watched her ass shake as she left.

  Being smelly from all the moving, I jumped in the shower, too, shaved, put on clean jeans and a collared shirt, and was done just as Sandy rapped on my door. It was exactly ten minutes.

  I opened the door and she had a 6-pack, a box of Almaden, and 2 glasses. Her blonde hair was still wet, not dripping, but wet. She had a clean tee shirt on, and clean shorts, and she was still barefoot. I guessed this was her regular attire.

  "Tada! Hey, don't you look handsome all dressed up! My place is a mess, mind if we chill here? Besides, I don't have a TV."

  "Sure, come on in!" I got some ice for her wine, I had a beer, and we sat on the couch.

  Sandy turned out to be a real chatter-box, but also a good listener, ermembering every detail. She was also a "touchy" person, not emotionally but physically, touching my arm to emphasize a point, or poke my chest at a joke.

  My sexual experience was minimal, at best. Prior to my wife, I had only been with 3 other women. Also, not being Robert Redford, I never had women throw themselves at me, so it didn't even occur to me that Sandy was interested in anything more than neighborly chat.

  The wine and beer flowed and she mentioned MASH was on TV. I took the hint, and she reacted as if she'd just won the Lottery, laughing and poking. She mellowed as we watched, show after show.

  "Harry, do you mind if I rest my head?" Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed a throw pillow, put it on my lap, and laid down, watching the tube. Thank Heavens for the pillow because laying in front of me, with those tits and nipples winking at me, I was instantly hard.

  She fluffed the pillow, getting comfortable, and in no time, she was breathing as if she was asleep. I knew she couldn't be that comfortable with a virtual stranger, so I wondered what would happen.

  After a few more minutes, she stirred, fluffing again, this time, leaving her hand under the pillow. A minute later, the hand moved, further, further, and to my amazement, she not only found my erection but she was kneading it.

  Without a word, she lifted her head, tossed the pillow and began undoing my belt. I just let her do it, not wanting to break the mood. She got me open and dug me out, my 6 inches popping up into her hand. She looked up at me, smiled and went down, taking me into her hot mouth.

  She moaned as she sucked and I went for her boob. She moved her arm to give better access and her groaned when I took her nipple and twisted.

  She slurped and moved, her tongue as rough as a cat's. I reached down and cupped her buttocks, and it was like jelly. My fingers caressed her upper thigh and she spread her legs. My fingers slid inside, and her panties slid aside, allowing me access to her wet slit. She moaned and squirmed as my fingers wiggled and she sucked harder, faster, and I shouted, "I'm coming!"

  Six monthe of abstension had left me super-horny.I unleashed stream after stream into her and she greeedily drank them down.

  Sandy sat up, took a swallow of her wine, and looked at me. "So, are you gonna fuck me here or in the bed."

  I mumbled it was up to her, and she said, "Grab your beer, let's go inside." She undressed on the way. The mattress and box spring were on the floor and she climbed across, naked, turning to me, she laid back and spread, her hairy bush of dark hair looking like a forest. I stood over her, slowly undressing as she watched approvingly.

  I knelt, held her legs apart, and went between her legs, wanting to please her as much as she did me. She was drenched before i got there, but I did my best. After a few minutes she said, "Harry, I can get a girl to do that! I want to fuck!"

  Obeying, I climbed on, now fully erect again. She groaned and squirmed, letting me hump away, growling, urging me on. After a bit, she rolled over and sat above me, her head rolling back on her shoulders, her large boobs bouncing.

  With that wild hair going every which way, she looked like a crazy woman, and she fucked away, finally screaming that she was about to come. I had reached my crest and we both slapped together in a frenzy, finally collapsing together, gasping for air.

  We kissed for the first time, slowly, erotically, and she whispered, "This is just the beginning, Baby!"

  She was right!

  The End.


  The Architect

  Jake is sitting in the straight back chair in his bedroom dressed as if he was getting ready to tee off on the local golf course. He is a good looking man standing right at 6 feet tall and in good physical shape with his sort black hair spiked up slightly in the current style. Only he is not looking out at the fairway anticipating where he will drive the ball, instead he is looking at his beautiful wife of 8 years with her long dark hair and matching dark eyes courtesy of her father's Greek heritage. She is 2 years younger than Jake having just turned 30 last month. She is standing at the foot of their bed, a four poster bed with sturdy posts nearly 7' tall. When they were shopping for a bed and saw this one they looked at each other with a wicked look in their eyes that said they would make good use of the posts. Olivia's hands are tied to the posts so she is in a semi crucified position with her arms pulled to each side and slightly up. Her ankles are also tied but the ropes are only tightened enough so her legs are spread about shoulder width apart. Olivia is wearing a dark blouse that buttons up the front and is loose enough to almost but not quite hide her large breasts. She is breathing a little hard and her breasts rise and fall with each breath. She is also wearing a dark patterned skirt that falls below her knees and is loose enough to allow her legs to be comfortably spread as they are now. This is probably the scene they imagined standing in the furniture store deciding on whether this was the perfect bed for them. The only difference is that did not picture me as part of the scene, yet here I am admiring my handiwork of binding Olivia to the bed posts.

  I met Jake and Olivia when they hired me as their architect/consultant to oversee the large renovation of this sprawling old Victorian house they had purchased. Due to last minute changes and additions the couple had made the project had of course gone over budget, way over budget. We worked through it the best we could. I had spent so much time with them we had become friends in the process and I actually looked forward to coming over several times a week to oversee the work. Olivia was a delightful person in addition to being very sexy and she was also something of a flirt. She wore clothes that were not cheap looking but just fit her so well that I often times found myself admiring her ass and although I tried to be discreet it was obvious from the looks she gave me that she had caught me from time to time. And then there were the times she bent over affording me a view of her luscious cleavage, it was impossible not to wonder what she would look like topless.

  She never invited and I never made any advances towards her outside of kidding around with her and it only got a little provocative when her husband got involved. It wasn't unusual for them to invite me to stay for a few drinks and sometimes dinner. Jake always liked to tease her and would goad me into going along or he would comment on how sexy she was and then look to me for confirmation. It would always cause a little stir in my pants when he would walk up behind her and give her a pat on her wonderful ass or after a few extra drinks grab a handful of ass.

  They liked to party and get a little wild sometimes. He mentioned how he had talked her into going to a topless beach which caused her face to redden and my cock to pulse. There was more than one night that I stroked my cock thinking of her taking off her top and sometimes just picturing her naked breasts was enough to make me cum.

  One night we drank more than usual, to the extent that they had me spend the night. Drunk people will tell you things that they would not dream of sharing when sober and it came out that they had a three some one time with another woman. It was years ago but I could see that it still played into their collective fantasies. Olivia ended up saying that even though it was a long time ago Jake still owed her one, meaning a three way with two men. Being emboldened by the liquor she stared at Jake to see his reaction.

  He responded, "I told you before, you just say when and we will do it."

  She pushed him, "Will it be a no holds barred scenario like last time?"

  He was caught a little off guard but I could hear the excitement in his voice when he responded, "You bet honey, as wild as before and then some."

  We dropped it after that and soon all headed to bed. It was just a few minutes later that I could hear them laughing and cutting up down the hall and that shortly transpired into some extended vocal love making. I was so fucking horny just listening to them I could hardly stand it. What they didn't know is that in the past I had been involved in three ways on several occasions, some with two women and some with a woman and another man and they all excited me.

  As I listened to their lovemaking my hand fondled my cock through the material of my boxers and it responded growing longer and harder as my fingers ran up and down the shaft. I stroked it until I could feel precum starting to ooze and I slipped my hand inside my pants and smeared it around the head of my cock. Pushing my boxers down around my knees I wrapped my hand around my hard cock and slowly stroked it as I listened to them fucking just 30 feet away from me and I thought about how hot it would be to join them. I pictured her naked riding up and down on his cock, her large boobs bouncing and then her holding them as his cock drove deep into her pussy. How they would watch me masturbating while I watched them and they would focus on my hand sliding up and down my shaft and she would tell me how good it felt having his big cock in her pussy. He would add to it saying how good it felt to be fucking her warm wet cunt and he would reach up and squeeze those magnificent tits. I would step closer and he would remove his hands from her breasts and let me feel them and then taking my cock she would jerk me off and when she knew I was ready to erupt she would rub the head of my cock on her nipples and I would release my warm cum covering her nipples and more of it on her breasts until it was running down the sides. She would take a finger and run it through the rivulets of cum and then she would put it in her mouth and lick it clean. That was all I needed and I started cumming as I could still hear them fucking, shooting jism over my stomach and then feeling it run down my hand as I continued to stroke my cock milking every drop from it.

  The next morning we were having breakfast and they apologized if they kept me up, they weren't use to having company in the house and after drinking like we did they tended to really let loose. I said that I didn't mind at all and then decided to push a little.

  "To tell the truth," I said, " I could hear you and it turned me on, but what could I do being by myself." I lied a little and said, " I just fell asleep with a hard on." What could they say after being so vocal the night before? I wanted her to picture me there with a hard cock as I listened to her getting off; I wanted her to think of me in a sexual manner.

  After breakfast we retired to the room we were using as an office and started going over the project and the cost over runs. It turned out to be more than they thought and although they had enough to pay for the materials they confessed that they were several thousand dollars short paying for my company's drawings and management services. I could see the concern on their faces as they did not want me to stop everything and leave them in total disarray. I let them think about it for a moment as they tried to figure out where the money could possibly come from and then casually threw out "I would have paid a thousand dollars last night for a good masseuse that could have relieved my tension."

  We all laughed and Jake joked, "You should have called me, right now for a grand I would have taken care of you."

  "I'll keep that in mind if I ever spend the night here again. It would have been the easiest thousand you ever earned, I was so horny hearing you two fuck I was hard as a rock and had to take it out and stroke it myself."

  I could see Olivia blush but I also noticed she stole a glance at my crotch. Jake looked a little uncomfortable but I could feel the sexual tension building in the room. He had to be thinking of me getting hard as I listened to his wife fuck him. I felt like the moment was the best opportunity to suggest what I had fantasized about this morning. If they didn't pick up on it, no real harm done.

  "You two are a really sexy couple not to mention a couple of the best people I know, wh
o wouldn't get turned on hearing you having sex and visualizing the two of you nude. It was all I could do not to knock on your door to see if you needed a third party. It could be Olivia's opportunity to have you in a three way like you told me about last night. I could see that it struck a chord with both of you when the subject came up. I am probably not who you would choose as the third partner but it would be an experience of a lifetime for me. Maybe even make it worth your while since this project has you in over your head and maybe we could use it to reduce half of what you owe me," I said trying to sound like I was teasing. To tell the truth I was probably going to reduce what I was charging them anyways. It was only my time for the most part and I was not out of pocket for any additional expenses.

  I caught the look between them and it was not one of total disgust, Olivia kept Jake's gaze putting him on the spot. I excused my self to get another cup of coffee knowing they needed a minute without me there. I came back into the room and there was an electricity in the air, I knew they at least wanted to keep this on the table. I went back to looking at the plans and invoices although my mind was completely absorbed with the idea of having the two of them as sex partners.

  Jake spoke first, "were you serious about what you said?"

  "Regarding what?", I acted innocent, they were going to have to say it, to be the ones to propose it for real.

  "That you would want to have sex with the two of us, and that uh, you would forgive part of what we owe you?"