As a biology teacher and thoughtful parent, I had taught Clarise the accurate facts of life about the time she turned ten. She had a full comprehension of what pricks and pussies were designed to do; she knew of the dangers lurking in testicles. I was shaken, my daughter acted as if she were ready for biology lab time.
The day was just beginning and I was stepping out of the shower when the bathroom door opened and Clarise rushed in, “God, I have to pee like crazy,” she declared as she pushed her panties to the floor. I watched her sit on the stool then her eyes radiated relief as she tinkled into the toilet. My fifteen-year-old daughter put her eyes on my flaccid prick while I dried with a towel. Clarise wiped herself then stood from the toilet, her panties slipped off her feet which left her completely naked, just like me, her father. We were standing in the bathroom nude and didn’t feel any discomfort or modesty. She and I had been living alone for years and this wasn’t the first time she’d seen my glory, nor the first time I’d seen the budding woman.
But something about her was different, something subtle and I couldn’t put a finger on what. She had an aura, an unfocused air about her that made her look softer, more feminine. It was the first time I saw the girl as a female, a young woman, not an appendage and I experienced the sensual thrill of a guy about to make a first pass at a hot woman.
It shocked me to have an erotic feeling about my own child, but she was evolving as a sexual objective. She was to the point of development that I was going to have to be careful of any ball bouncing, single-minded pricks hanging around Clarise. My prick swelled slightly as I evaluated my daughter; at five months over fifteen she was an inch or so taller than the average kid her age, she was flowering B-cup tits; the outline of her body went from shoulders to a slimmer waist and a taut flat stomach. The junction of her legs was decorated with a fragile cushion of dusky orange pussy hair. She wasn’t a woman yet, but she was no longer a child.
I didn’t like the girl’s mother much; she flipped me off and walked out when our daughter was a little over two. Clarise asks about her mother occasionally and I don’t make up stories to make the marriage sound viable or comfortable. That bitch was an awesome fuck, she’d had a lot of practice, but she wasn’t good for much else. When I met her, she was doing a stripper gig with another woman at a bachelor party. The romance was fast, hot, and within a month she was knocked up. The marriage lasted about three days then we existed together for another two years. She’s gone and I don’t miss her. The only thing I had to thank her for was that she passed on her physical beauty to her girl child. The same girl child that just shook my balls awake from a long hiatus.
She turned to flush the commode which gave me a view from behind. The shape of her ass invited admiration, Clarise plays middle-school sports, volleyball, and basketball, so her legs were quickly losing their little girl blandness and taking a more athletic shape, the tight round butt cheeks glowed with health and vitality. I broke off my gaze and scuttled out of the bathroom, ashamed of what the hell I was thinking. The last thing I noticed as I fled, Clarise’s nipples looked a little bigger than first glance.
I was standing near my bed when the girl stopped at the bedroom door, she was still wearing an immodest cover of transparency. “What are we doing today?”
“What day is it?”
“What the fuck dad, are you stoned already? It’s Saturday, no work, no school. What can we do?”
As I checked out my daughter from feet to face, pausing at pussy and tits, I said, “Let’s talk about it after breakfast, go get ready for anything.” My cock was beginning to react to the subtle patina of pheromones Clarise was glowing with. The girl turned to go but paused just long enough to look at my dick, it was visibly swelling; she looked at me, “Is that because of me?”
As a biology teacher and thoughtful parent, I had taught Clarise the accurate facts of life about the time she turned ten. She had a full comprehension of what pricks and pussies were designed to do; she knew of the dangers lurking in testicles. I wasn’t uneasy she was watching my penis become half useful, but I wouldn’t answer her question, not honestly, “Don’t think everything in the world hinges on you, go get dressed.”
My daughter grinned, then puckered an air kiss at my groin as she flipped me the finger. A shadow of her mother ghosted with Clarise as I watched her sweet ass sway with influence from my room.
What the hell just happened??? As a science teacher I believe in education by both theory and lab work, and Clarise already knew the theories; but that morning she acted as if she were ready to experience some lab time.
Just a few weeks after that I got out of our jacuzzi with an oncoming attack of munchies and wandered into the kitchen to see what I could find in the refrigerator. What I found was my daughter’s ass. Clarise was bent at the waist reaching for the milk, she was in the same condition as I, nude. Water drops were chilling my skin, “Hey, it’s cold in here, don’t you think you should warn me before exposing us to freezing air?”
Clarise tossed a look over her shoulder, stood holding the milk and cast a quick glance at my genitals, “Yeah, you do look cold,” she smirked. She nudged the big door with her left hip to push it closed. As Clarise mixed a glass of chocolate milk to go with her peanut butter and pot cookie, my nuts began brewing their own milk.
As any single parent will tell you, my sex life was close to nil. I’ve had several girlfriends since the divorce but none long-term. For a while I tried visiting ladies of the night, but stopped after spending a ton of money and realized they weren’t keeping the blues away. Clarise was the only female in the world that I felt any connection too, the only one that I could relax with, relate too. She had grown to a point where we were often of a like mind, in mental coordination with the other.
As I watched her walk from me, the size and shape of her adolescent body sent my memory back to when I was seventeen and it was my sister walking around me nude. I saw the same swing in Clarise’s stride that my sister used to tease me with before we fucked. But Clarise had developed more height, padding, curves, bumps, and sensual aura than my sister at the same age.
We were side by side on the sofa watching Godzilla raze Tokyo for the eleventy-ninth time, Clarise’s leg was snugged firmly against mine and I was sensitive to the smooth warm skin as I tried to focus on the TV. Clarise finished her cookie then held the empty glass to me to set on the end table. When I took it, she jammed the cold fingers between my legs, “My fingers are cold!” she declared needlessly. The nippy fingers between my legs tasered a fucking rush of sexual permission from her fingerprints to my nuts.
I grabbed her hand to move it, not from my legs, but to my balls, “Hold these, your hand will warm quick enough.”
She jostled slightly for position then cupped my nuts in her cold hand, my cock began the transition as Clarise held me. She twitched her fingers then hefted them as if she were judging a peach for purchase. I wasn’t shy, disturbed, or timid that she was holding my hormones, we were stoned and it was entertaining. Neither did she seem perturbed or stressed by my prick growing as she fondled her beginnings. The girl watched my dick become an erection then looked at me, “Dad, sometimes I get feelings, real strong, and I can’t stop what I think.”
“What do you think?”
“I want to fuck.”
I wasn’t upset by what she said or how she said it, I was glad she knew what she was saying and was taking me into her confidence; as any parent will tell you, that is a rare treat. “Is some kid hitting on you, you want to let him?”
“No, no one special, but I want to feel what a man has between his legs, between mine.”
I tilted my head back, even though what she said sent a flow of sexual energy through me, I managed to maintain my cool, “You might want to keep your pants on for a couple more years, you need to get used to being a teen before you start practicing womanhood. Clarise, you’re fifteen, you’re only halfway through puberty which means we have three or four years of warfare ahead of us, sex shouldn’t be anything to bother you for a while longer.”
Clarise sat straight and pulled her hand off my nuts, she looked irked, her reply was curt, “I’m almost sixteen, I’m going to bed.” In seconds my daughter was in her room pouting and I was focused on what she said. For the past few weeks my daughter’s female attributes had slowly caused an increasing cauldron of lust for her in the pit of my balls, and the way she’d been acting recently, what she said that evening, put my thoughts on a plateau of fantasy, enjoyment, and fortitude not experienced in a long while.
I stood outside her bedroom door debating; my cock wasn’t debating; it stood at the ready. It took me four minutes of drooling lube to the floor and reminiscing about my sister and Clarise’s mother before I opened the door to a path fathers should avoid. The light was out but the ambient glow from the ¾ moon was enough. Clarise was lying on top of the blanket, still nude. When I stepped next to her bed, she put her eyes on mine then shifted them to what she was asking for. Her body was tanned from a summer sun in a Mini-Kini, thin strips and patches of pale skin highlighted the areas not exposed to the sun. My eyes settled on bikini trimmed curls over her cunt as the weight of my knee on the mattress caused her to slip toward me. Clarise stared at me with wide attentive eyes then rocked back to give me room on the bed, “Roll over sweetheart, to your stomach.”
Without question or comment she moved to lie face down then I urged her to lift high enough to put her two pillows under her hips, when she relaxed down, she was arched over the pillows. Her ass and pussy, the prominent causes for the sexual tornado spinning in my balls, were on full display, she was ready. I put a hand on her left leg and pulled it wide then went to my knees with my erection hovering, salivating, over her butt. Clarise looked over her shoulder to me, her long red hair lay across her cheek, over her shoulder, a sensual background for the inflamed eyes encouraging me. The girl was long, slender, and already shaped for womanhood, we should have named her Barbie, not Clarise.
I stretched over Clarise then slipped the head of my pulsing erection against the lips of her cunt; she was about to get her lab work. I held and jostled my erection as it inched into the girl, I could feel her vagina relaxing, allowing me deeper until my pubic hair tickled her ass. She wasn’t acting out any pain, she wasn’t protesting the invasion as I pushed over seven inches into her. My daughter was smiling as she lay quiet with closed eyes and freely let me destroy her virtue.
By the time I fucked the girl two times the first night, I realized I wasn’t screwing my daughter, I was fucking her mother again. Even as a sexual neophyte, Clarise was as overheated with lust and desire as her mother could be. She not only broke through the barriers to sex, to sex with her father, she broke two acrylic fingernails against my shoulder. After just one night with the smoldering young woman, I knew I needed to put the girl on some kind of protection, I wasn’t going to be able to play safe with her every time, and if Clarise inherited her mother’s nymphomaniac traits, I wouldn’t be her only source of fun and games very long.
A good friend and neighbor, Charlie, was a doctor and we had several times in the past few years talked about how and when our daughters would need birth control. His girl is three years older than Clarise and I knew for sure he put her on the pill early. We were on the 4th tee, leaning on our drivers when I asked him, “Sure, if you think she needs protection, I can help, what method?”
“Maybe she should tell you that.”
“Man, the girl is barely a teen, she may like to fuck already, but she doesn’t know shit about how to keep from getting knocked up. Send her over, I’ll have Amber talk to her, then I’ll take care of her.”
“Amber? What can your daughter tell Clarise?”
“Well, I’m not sure, but my girl has been putting out safely since she was younger than Clarise, she might have abundant advice.”
“I’m not too sure anymore if Amber could enlighten my daughter on any topic of sex. Tee up, this is a par three.”
Clarise wasn’t at all stressed, dismayed or disinclined to start birth control. Without discomfort she talked to Amber then Charlie, and opted for an IUD. After the office call nothing was said, neither Clarise nor I talked about the advantages of her being safe, nor did I race the girl to a bedroom, I sent her to sleep with a hug and a kiss on the forehead.
Two nights later I opened my eyes to the soft green glow, 2:44 AM. She was next to me, on her side, her left hand was a fist around my erection. Clarise was stroking my hard-on, she was radiating heat, but shivering. I rolled to my side facing her then lifted her leg, she targeted her desire then I pushed into her as deep as she could take me. Clarise focused her eyes on mine then reminded me, “I can’t have a baby.” I started fucking the fifteen-year-old as if she were twenty-five. By the time my daughter got up that morning she’d been used three times, was totally relaxed, drifting on currents of euphoria, and was going to need a good supply of panty leak protection.
I didn’t know why the girl came to me so fucking ready to fuck, but she apparently had inherited more from her mother than an outstanding body and angelic looks; the girl was learning her pussy was a good source of entertainment, and I was sure it wouldn’t be long before she realized it could be a source of personal enrichment too, another trait from her mother.
For the next few months Clarise suffered as a normal teen. She went to school, practiced sports, ran with her friends, and texted incessantly about some ‘bitches’ in her class. It was after the dishes were done and the lights were out that she liked to practice more intimate aspects of being a young adult. I don’t think she had reached full nympho stage yet, but she was willing to try and learn anything that might set her off.
Over time Clarise was learning how to be a woman with the different characters I could dream up. On her sixteenth birthday I treated her to dinner and wine, seduced her slowly: I fucked her once, she fucked me twice. One night I was stern, mean, demanding; she didn’t get off at all. I tied her up and raped her throat, she’s still trying to decide if that was acceptable. I paid her $100 for a blowjob, a service that included the proper ending. I never abused her physically, by that I mean the only time I took a hand to her was to swat her ass or tits as sex play; I never intentionally caused her pain or anguish. For her part, Clarise was an avid student of nature and would try anything I proposed. She had inherited plenty of her mother’s imagination and talent.
Even though she and I were screwing ourselves into exhaustion two or three times a month, outside the house, Clarise was as ‘clueless’ as most of her classmates. Sure, some of them were active, but few were taking the intimacy of sex to the levels of getting fucked that Clarise could, but she kept that quiet. During the daylight hours my daughter was as complete and normal a female as one can find in any mall or roller-skating hall, but on those nights when we shared a bed, she fucked with the passion of a woman trying to procreate. Man, I got to tell you, I was super glad she was safe.
Clarise continued to develop physically, her social and intellectual development were expanding as well. Just over sixteen years, she was close to finished remodeling through puberty. 5’7, maybe 112 pounds, bob cut hair streaked with blue highlights. The red-headed girl could be January in a Sports Illustrated calendar.
I was struggling to keep her from getting too deep into social media or less positive cliques. I caught on to one guy she’d been talking to on Instagram, he asked her for intimate pictures, photos of between her legs. I sent his contact information to a smut clearinghouse site where law agencies phished for perverts. They would track him down then bait him to an arrest. My daughter needed to know more about the vile aspects of men from a feminine outlook, but I’m not feminine. I didn’t know how to approach Clarise or what to say. My black widow sister was living with her third husband in six years; the first two died of whatever killed them and number three was weakening. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t have any sage advice for the girl. After weeks of extreme trepidation, I called Clarise’s mother, who’s advice might not be sage, but would be well grounded.
The first few minutes of our conversation was extremely cautious; we hadn’t spoken in twelve years. Once she figured out who I was she thawed a bit and started asking about Clarise. It took maybe an hour of ‘it’s about fucking time to meet your daughter,’ to get Sensuous Sindee (stage name) to agree to meet Clarise. That night I introduced Clarise to her mother through Sindee’s social media. My daughter spent days gleaning every bit of information about her mother she could find. She studied the pictures; she read all the stories, comments, and postings on Sindee’s social and professional media. My daughter was in a personal limbo as she learned who her mother was.
Clarise was almost catatonic with angst and doubt about meeting her birthmother. She spent two hours perfecting her makeup and choosing the exact ‘right’ clothing, The girl was stunning, made up for a dinner date with Justin Bieber, she wanted to make a good impression.
We were sitting at a window booth at Red Robin, my daughter was arcing with nervous electricity, she couldn’t sit still, but she didn’t say a thing. Clarise was watching out the window when her face caught my attention, she looked dumbfounded. I turned to see what she was staring at and looked into the face of my daughter’s 34-year-old twin sister. I never kept a picture of Sindee, and the ones on social media were of her in her costumes and make-up, so the reality of her face and body slammed open doors to my memory. I watched as my daughter bolted from the booth then ran outside to greet her mother. Clarise threw herself into Sindee’s arms then the two stood still and silently bonded.
Mother and daughter held each other for a few quiet moments then Sindee pulled her head back to look at the girl. She smiled, kissed Clarise quickly on the lips, “Hello Clarise, Hairy Fucking Balls girl, you are so fucking beautiful! God, look at you!” It took only those words of praise from her mother to completely enamor the girl. There were no barriers between the two, the missing twelve years went missing.
She sat in the booth next to Clarise, “Hello, Able, long time, you still look good and fit.”
“Sindee, you’re not looking too drab either.”
“My tits don’t stand so proud any more, but that’s a small price for still being alive.” She turned to Clarise, “How do I start, how do I get to know you?”
Her daughter turned to lean against the window, sat straighter, “Start by telling me why you ignored me for so fucking long.” Sindee smiled, her girl, was her kind of girl, I sat back; it was going to be a long afternoon.
The next Saturday Sindee picked up Clarise for a day of shopping and bonding. It was after ten that night when Clarise stumbled into the house carrying a ton of shopping bags, reeking of pot and followed by her mother who flew on wings into the front room, it only took a glance, yup, they were higher than the fucking Galaxy, quite stoned. Apparently, mom and daughter bonded nice and tight over the day. After another round of my bong, my ex-wife urged me to leave her alone with our daughter. I went to bed.
They were still in the living room at 7:45 when I went looking for my morning coffee. Sometime during the night, the pair must have gotten uncomfortable in street clothing; as I walked past them to the kitchen, I couldn’t help but notice they were both in just panties and bras. I tried to ignore the two appealing females as I poured coffee but I couldn’t keep from comparing legs and asses. As I walked by them again my ex-wife baited me, “Hey Able, take a good look now, we have to put clothes on in a few minutes,” both appeared amused.
I did; I took a good look. I stopped, faced them, then said, “Ok, show me what ya got.” Clarise looked at Sindee who nodded, then as if mentally linked, the two began to pose and move as runway models, displaying their feminine charms while smiling wickedly at each other. I stood rooted and compared the two alluring females. Clarise had the same physical attributes and dimensions as her mother, but her body was fresh with youth. Even though Sindee was showing signs of wear, she could convincingly remove a few years from her birthday, she was still hot enough to fry a set of balls in seconds. I watched my ex and daughter cavort for a few moments then waved them off and went to get dressed before the intimate memories of both began to affect me.
Sindee and her daughter continued to bond. Over the next few months my ex- and I became friends, not with benefits, but we didn’t dislike each other any longer. Clarise and I continued to bond once or twice a month so it was around 9 on a Sunday morning when Sindee walked unannounced into Clarise’s bedroom and found me riding her like a wild mare, very deep. Sindee stood statue still, eyes wide with discovery, then as I collapsed down in shock on the girl, Sindee spun and walked away. I pulled my cock out of my daughter then she and I scrambled out of bed.
She was spooning beans into the Sir Expresso grinder when I found her. Sindee turned to me, she appeared a hell of a lot calmer than I felt just then, “Well, that’s certainly a fucked-up surprise.” That she didn’t attack my nuts with a knife gave me enough bravado to face her, and I had enough sense to put on house pants, so I didn’t feel too vulnerable. Sindee looked over my shoulder to her daughter who came into the kitchen wearing a short morning robe, her long legs were eye catching, “Are you safe?”
“Yeah mom, I have an IUD, Charlie helped me a few months ago.”
“Charlie?”
I interjected, “A doctor friend of mine.”
My ex-wife looked me up and down, “You still look like a good fuck, totally buff, go away; I have to talk to her, then you and me have to have a long discussion.” I retreated to clean up and fret about what Sindee had discovered. I was concerned that she found us, but she didn’t seem outraged or ready to flush my nuts down the toilet. That day I took my street rod to a classic car and hot rod event at Loon Lake while the two women talked about and plotted whatever.
I didn’t see my daughter until the next morning when she rushed into the house to get ready for school. Her mother followed carrying two bags of Burger King breakfast which she handed to me, “Clarise already had some,” she stated.
“She was gone all night?”
“She spent the night with me, we had a lot to talk about, but don’t worry, she got enough of sleep.”
After Clarise left for school Sindee and I opened breakfast then began to talk. She makes up her own work schedule and I called in for a day off then we settled in for history lessons. I was still concerned as hell about what Sindee saw the day before, but she didn’t seem to have that on her mind.
Since I had called her that first time, I realized my ex-wife had radically changed from the free-loving eighteen-year-old wild child I knocked up. She had years before given up stripping and collecting men, she kept her name only because it attracted customers to her shops. She hadn’t changed so much that she gave up the turbulent life completely, she owned three Sindee’s Girl & Boy-Toys, an adult shop franchise that did very well. Sindee was still a stunningly pretty woman whose body was years younger than her driver’s license. She had tried marriage again, and failed again. Currently she was living alone, relaxing with wine and audio books through the quiet nights. Sindee was enjoying a quiet period of life when Clarise showed up, she was thrilled to be bonding with her daughter.
Sindee spent three hours talking to me then had to attend to business. During the entire morning, she hadn’t said a word about my screwing the girl. When she opened the door to leave, Sindee turned and said, “On my fifteenth birthday my father gave me a vibrator, a battery toy. Three days later he seduced me the first time. We screwed occasionally until I graduated high school.” She paused, “I told Clarise.” Sindee left me standing agape.
The next Friday, Sindee called me, “Hey, let’s get a drink, meet me at Crash and Burn.” She hung up, not giving me a chance to say no. The Crash and Burn is a seedy hovel on Evergreen Road sandwiched between two hourly rate motels. They serve beer, booze, drugs, and mayhem every night. It certainly wasn’t a place for quiet conversation, there were six huge flat screen monitors over the 40-seat horseshoe bar and two more in the eating gallery; each showed a different sport, and all were competing with the crowd for highest decibel levels. Just to ensure complete deafening, there was a stage with a lousy band set up at the other end of the building. I found a booth then texted Sindee who hadn’t arrived yet. She replied, ‘2 min’ so I ordered two beers and looked at the seething crowd. There weren’t too many people in that room that I would have sat with for a conversation.
Sindee shocked me when she walked in. She was wearing firetruck red satin shorts that were three sizes too small and a painted-on white satin blouse, the jutting of nipples informed the world, no bra. Her legs were formed and highlighted by 2” platforms, they looked six feet long. Goddamn, the woman was still so fucking hot. My prick began to appreciate the view of the tall, curvaceous red-head coming to me. Thirty sets of male eyes locked onto Sindee’s tight wrapped ass as she walked past them; for the first time in fourteen years, I wanted to fuck the woman.
After she sat and sipped from her bottle I asked, “What is up with the costume?”
She beamed a brilliant, sparkling tooth smile, “Not a costume, these are my work clothes.”
“I thought you are management, not employee.”
Sindee put her elbows on the table and leaned to me, “I haven’t felt the need to wear this stuff for a long time.”
“Why now?”
The woman looked around then leaned close enough that I could feel the warmth of her breath on my ear, “Because you make me feel this way, come on, we can talk lip to ear while we dance.” Sindee picked up her beer then led me to the band area for a stint of drinking, dancing, and talking.
Before Sindee gave up matrimonial monogamy, she was an awesome fuck. As she and I danced slow, clutched tit to chest, thigh to thigh, my cock was remembering and she felt it; Sindee encouraged my erection with some indecently soft pussy rubs. It was time to ask, “Where to, hotel, motel, your place, or mine?”
“I want to park, just like the first couple of times.”
“Same place?”
Sindee smiled, “Right here in this parking lot if you want, we could put on a show for the clientele. I can record it with my smartphone, that crap sells well in my stores.”
I was getting regular sexual exercise with Clarise, but I hadn’t been in the back seat of a car since my early days with Sindee. I nudged her with my erection, “Let’s go, I’m so fucking ready to rape you.”
She kissed my ear, “Won’t be rape.” Sindee eased a hand between us, judged the readiness of her desire then let me take her to my SUV.
I was a bit more modest than my ex-wife so I didn’t fuck her in the parking lot. I took her to a large field near the high school; there is a cover of large elm and oak trees that provided some privacy. The hideout was so popular with students, the ground under the trees was rutted from car tires. My Expedition has a soccer field back seat and we worked the springs of that truck for about three hours. Sindee was safe so she was leaking cum like a sieve as we sat back and talked. “How long have you been dicking your daughter?”
Straight to the point, “About six months, just before I called you the first time.”
“She told me you were her first, did you know that?”
“Actually, I think I’m her first and only.”
Sindee snuggled, petted my nuts, and confirmed, “Yeah, you are.”
Clarise’s mother and I had no more conversation that night. We managed to make out and fuck another 90 minutes until we were both ready for some unruffled downtime. Sindee slipped into sleep while I took her back to her car where she kissed me goodbye, slipped a hand over my balls and murmured, “You’re still a good fuck.”
I didn’t ask and she didn’t say, but she followed me to my house. In the driveway Sindee locked her car and informed me she was staying. We went to bed, snuggled, necked lightly then I drifted into a fully contented sleep for the first time in years.
It was Clarise’s turn to make the discovery. It was close to noon when she threw open my bedroom door, “Hey, dad, it’s time to -----” The sight of her mother lying with me made her pause, “Mom, did you spend the night with dad?”
Sindee rolled to face our daughter, “Yes dear, I did, and I have to tell you, it was very pleasant.” Uh?
What the hell kind of politically correct statement was that? I was used to a different Sindee.
The girl crawled up on the bed then wedged herself between her mother and me. For the first time since she was a toddler, she lying with us together again. I looked at the two women lying at my side and felt whole. This was how a father and husband should feel.
Sindee took over the intimate duties from her daughter. By that I mean she and I started dating, serious, passionate dating. Clarise didn’t lure me and she didn’t act like she wanted to screw again; we regained a platonic daddy/daughter relationship and she started dating some fucking knuckle-dragging, dull-eyed, high school sports hero.
That gentle period of life lasted until Sindee took our daughter to introduce to her work, her adult stores. I wasn’t privy to the path of discovery Clarise took in the shop, what her preferences were, and Sindee wasn’t talking. Sindee did inform me when she got the girl a dildo. Not informed me so much as showed me. She pulled a large rechargeable latex hard-on from a gift box, it was over eight inches long and as thick as a fucking horse cock. She twisted the ball sack and the damn thing began to pulse and bend, “This should give her a fucking thrill, it is a top seller in my stores.” I took it from Sindee then pushed her to her back. Clarise got a used toy gifted to her.
A couple of weeks after that Sindee, Clarise and I shared some hash, direct smoke, no brownies. The effect was instantaneous. Mom and daughter wanted to watch something trashy but couldn’t decide on what, I got to pick. We settled with drinks, munchies, and each other, then started a movie that my ex brought from her shelf stock.
It didn’t take long for the plot to develop; two friends took a trip with their two sisters who were also best friends. The four were enjoying some friendly 4-way bonding while on vacation in a in a very large RV. Together, involved. Deeply involved. Sindee commented, “This one sells well to lonely old men.” That made me feel good.
A few minutes into the movie, before any interesting action began, Sindee asked our daughter, “You want to go lie on the bed and watch?”
“In bed with you and dad?”
“On the bed, you don’t want to hide your body.” I was listening.
“Nude?”
Sindee sat straighter, looked at the girl, “We’ve seen you that way before, you got nothing to hide, but a lot to be proud of.” I was not only listening; my cock was taking notice.
Five minutes later we were settled back on pillows and snuggled close then Sindee laid her hand across my balls. She lifted her face and kissed my cheek, “Want to have a little fun?” she offered.
“We’re not alone,” I reminded her.
Sindee brushed my cock with her arm as she reached over my legs and took Clarise’s hand and pulled it to cover my prick, “Don’t let that bother you, I’ll stay out of the way.” Both were rubbing my cock.
“What?” I sat up, “What the fuck, did you just offer me that girl?”
“I’m going to sit here and smoke a joint and watch you screw, fuck, defile, corrupt, and violate that sweet young piece of ass. And when you’re done with her, you are mine fucker, and you better get it up. Now, go dick that novice slut.”
There she was, that was the woman I married, “Sindee ---”
The atmosphere around Sindee turned serious, “Able, shut up, listen. You are going to screw her tonight, once, twice, maybe three times or more, that’s up to you two, I’m just gonna lie back and maybe coach a little. After tonight you won’t need Clarise to empty your nads, I’ll be here for that. She and I have talked, I want to come home, I want to be accepted as her mother, as your partner again so she promised not to sleep with you, if I’m with you. This will be the last time, enjoy her.”
“What are you saying Sindee, you want to move in with us? As her mother and my intimate partner? What the hell do I get to say about this?”
“My house is a lot bigger, sell this place.”
Clarise had been listening, “Dad, I want her to live with us, she’s my mother, she belongs here.”
“She wasn’t here for fourteen years.”
“She’s a lot different now, if she can’t come here, I’ll live with her.”
I sat up between the two naked females, I looked at the mother, “If we do this, we need to change your name, Sindee is my ex, our past, it’s time for ----”
She locked eyes on mine, put her hand on my chest, “My parents called me Emily.”
I leaned to kiss her then dismissed my daughter, “Clarise, go, to your room, Emily and I have to discuss our future,” I didn’t need to screw her, I had all the woman I wanted lying next to me.
Wearing just a very happy smile, Clarise called her slope-headed boyfriend as she walked out of the room, “Hey, guess what I’m wearing.”