A Loving Family Fathers World

An ongoing tale of deep family bonding. All persons mentioned in this missive were aged eighteen years or more at the time of the activities depicted. All persons and events depicted in this story are almost certainly fictional so any resemblance to persons living, dead or not yet born is just one of those coincidences that allow people like Frank to make their living.

This story is an extension to previously published ones, 'The loving family' and 'The extended loving family'.

My mother, Sally and her older sister Mags were brought up in a spacious late Victorian house in a particularly affluent town not far from Cardiff in South Wales.

My grandfather, Frank Davys, was a local solicitor running the practice he had inherited on the death of his father-in-law. He was also a prominent lodge member. As a result, he was an affluent and prominently influential person, well known and respected in the community. He was also well conversant with most of the less public affairs of the local inhabitants.

He was a tall, slightly built man with dark curly hair. He was considered by many to be a particularly handsome man with strong features and an almost permanent, if subtle, smile. His legal practice had a disproportionately high proportion of female clients, and he had developed a reputation for offering a very sympathetic approach to those legal problems specific to ladies. One or two chosen clients benefited from his other talent. His slender frame concealed a very athletic disposition that allowed him to fuck vigorously for extended periods and produce repeated ejaculations. The fact that he sported a larger than average and well-educated cock assisted in satisfying his lady friends and clients. It is uncertain as to whether any of these ladies brought forth the fruit of his loins. Some certainly did produce following such liaisons but it would be a foolish person who would make any overt connection.

Frank was never a member of any church group and tended towards the atheistic side, totally unlike his spouse.

My grandmother, Marie, did not work as such. She was a staunch and effectively full-time member of one of the town's more vigorous evangelical chapels. She believed in applying a firm hand to keep her and her daughters resolutely on the path of righteousness. She was, to put it mildly, more than a little disappointed when the girls began to drift away from the safety of chapel into a world of sin and debauchery. Marie was of medium height and build with straight dark blonde hair. She had had fine attractive features, when younger. That was what drew Frank to her. That and a pair of rather nice firm breasts. In later life her appearance became more, what is best described as, shrew like. She produced her two daughters in fairly quick succession early in the marriage. After Sally arrived, she gradually moved away from the animalistic nature of the marital bed and embarked on a path of righteousness under the influence of a particularly zealous pastor. The fact that his passion required him to suddenly flee the area one dark night was just one of those unfortunate events that the good lord sent to test his flock. Frank, who rather enjoyed the animalistic nature, thus found that his sexual relief became more infrequent and certainly less intense. He chose to satisfy his requirements elsewhere.

Their oldest daughter, Mags, has very fine facial features that are a direct result of her mother's Scandinavian ancestry. Her hair is very dark auburn, thick and naturally curly as the result of her father's Celtic ancestry. She is well built in an athletic sort of way. Firm full but not overly prominent breasts are an evident feature. Her hips are full rounded melding down into well contoured legs, the result of regular swimming, tennis and a penchant for full marathons. Still a fuckable MILF in her early middle age and, looking at early photos, even more so when she was younger.

It seemed that Grandfather was regularly fucking his eldest daughter Mags, usually on Sunday when Grandmother was out praying for everyone's forgiveness. The lord thus provided an empty house for Frank and his daughter to relieve the tensions of the week. The regular incestual conjugation started shortly after Mags's eighteenth birthday. She had effectively seduced him, not that it needed much effort, after an extended period of teasing. Her sister Sally had discovered this by pure accident one Sunday.

Mags was a woman with a passionate nature. She loved cock and all of its gifts. The weekly Sunday sessions with her father soon extended into bouts of intense fucking around the house and, more frequently, in Frank's office during the week. His office had a large solid oak desk that provided an ideal support for a copulating couple. He also installed a large, padded chaise longues to provide a more comfortable option for his visitors.

Mags eventually left home to attend college in Cardiff where she studied accountancy though never became chartered. She regularly came home at weekends where her father vigorously supplemented the cock she received from the eager lads at college. Sally had also left for college by this time so there was ample opportunity for them to indulge. Frank encouraged his wife to get even more involved with the chapel activities thus providing several hours of opportunity for undisturbed and unrestrained incestual pleasure.

Frank was also fucking his secretary, Sarah, on the weekdays between bouts with his daughter. Mags became aware of this when she observed a slightly ruffled Sarah adjusting her clothing as she exited her father's office one day. Sally was not aware of this until much later.

Frank had worked for and then taken over the law practice when his father-in-law died. The offices were just out of the town centre in a solid stone built three-story Victorian town house. The ground floor was taken up by his main office suite. His personal office being located at the rear of the building overlooking a full enclosed private garden area. Sarah had a desk and filing cabinets in a large vestibule off the entrance corridor. Stairs led to the upper floors which held two self-contained apartments. The attic and basement areas were used for storage.

Sarah was a very appetizing blonde with exceedingly shapely long legs. They could be considered a driving hazard as they caused many a head to be turned when she was out in one of her customary split pencil skirts, nylons and heels. She was separated, soon to be divorced, from Rhys, her husband of three long years. Frank had been keeping a close eye on the sylphlike blonde ever since she started working for him. It did not take long for his charm and eloquence, coupled with her increasing dissatisfaction with her marital situation, to persuaded her to lean across his large oak desk and spread her long legs for him. His cock size and his skill rapidly revealed her suppressed libido and convinced her that this was a far more satisfying experience than that with her increasingly boozy spouse. The office lunchtime closure was rigidly enforced from then onwards. Sarah's demeanour improved no end and Rhys's days were decidedly numbered.

Grandfather installed her rent free in the newly refurbished first floor apartment above his office, a fact of which my grandmother remains blissfully unaware to this day. She was also unaware that Sarah's divorce settlement was drawn up, as a favour, by Frank. The terms were certainly not in Rhys's interests, though he never really sobered up enough to notice.

Sarah settled into her new abode and soon adapted to Frank sliding his great cock into her ever-moist pussy. He was in there most lunchtimes with her long legs wrapped around his back as he pumped away at her enthusiastic tunnel. Rhys had been very much a wham-bam-thank-you-mam sort of chap though the bam was often missing and the wham could have done with considerably more energy.

Frank however was a different matter. He took his time building her up before slipping into her. He loved eating pussy, which was something that Sarah had never experienced before. The first time his lips sucked on her pussy completely blew her away. She demanded more and duly got it. Frank was also in heaven. The sight of the gorgeous blonde laying on her back, long slim legs spread wide for him caused an immediate and intense erection. Kneeling on the bed between her legs, he reached out and gently stroked the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Her groans started as she began to anticipate his moves. Frank leaned in and lightly kissed her trembling leg. Her groans became longer and deeper. He paused, waited until her hand pulled his head down, before moving over to the other leg. Slowly his tongue made its way up her inner thigh until he found the edge of her well shaven pussy.

Pussy shaving and waxing were one of the first things he had taught her. Both were now a regular event.

Sharp intakes of breath accompanied the little darting movements of his tongue across her tender skin. Her arse lifted from the bed as the tip finally reached her moist pink lips. He lapped up the sweet flowing juices, pushing into and along the crack. He reached the top and tickled the hard little bud lightly with his tongue tip. A loud warbling cry came from the blonde on the bed. Frank reached round the outside of her legs and gently pulled the soft pussy lips apart with his fingertips. His tongue lapped over her again. The sharp cry was accompanied her heels pounding on his shoulder, pulling him into her.

His mouth closed over her and firmly sucked the flesh into his mouth. He pushed his tongue deeper into her hot moist tunnel while sucking harder, pulling her lips deeper into his mouth. He tasted nectar of her precum as she screamed again and again in time to his sucking.

"Damn good job I had triple glazing fitted to these windows." He thought.

His pace increased and Sarah's cries became one long wail before petering out into a series of short, deep gasps. Her heels drummed even harder against his back. He waited until the tremors in her legs slowed before lifting his head away from the now very pink and throbbing pussy. She smiled in anticipation of what was to come.

"So, my lovely. That warmed you up a little maybe?"

She grinned and nodded slowly.

"Well, perhaps we ought to get back down to the office in case we have clients?"

The silent snarl and strong pressure on his back supplemented by her lifting clear of the bed towards his waiting cock gave him his answer.

He leaned forward until the tip of his cock brushed against her waiting pussy lips. He felt the heat engulf him as he slid forwards, parting the well moistened flesh. A deep groan greeted his cock as it pushed its way inside her. He paused, withdrew slightly and then continued back in. This was repeated several times until he was fully in and totally enveloped by the hot love tunnel. Sarah was now grinding back up at him, her pussy juices providing more than adequate lubrication for the rigid male flesh sliding across pliant female flesh. Her hands gripped his upper arms allowing her to push strongly against his thrusts.

Slowly he began a rhythmic motion pushing then pulling his cock in and out. Each thrust brought a cry, each withdrawal a moan. The speed increased. Each inward thrust ended with his balls slapping against her anus as he steadily ground his pubis into hers. She pushed back and waited for his next stroke. He paused, teasing her before withdrawing and then re-entering. Each thrust was directed to a different part of her tunnel wall. Cries became sharper and faster as he increased speed until he felt his balls tightening. With a great cry he withdrew almost completely before slamming fully in for one final thrust. His body tensed as the hot seed pulsed down his cock and into the waiting woman under him. She screamed and clawed at his back as the heat flowed into her and was pushed deep into her womb by his final pulses. He stopped, supported himself above her and looked down in satisfaction on the beautiful young woman that he had just possessed.

Eventually he withdrew and lifted himself off the bed. Sarah gazed contentedly up at the man who had just fucked her and fucked her so well. She was a very happy and contented woman. She never remarried and continued to occupy the apartment with all its features and benefits for many years. Frank continued the liaison into his nineties.

Sarah noticed that her employer sometimes missed his regular Monday afternoon sessions with her over the large oak desk in his office. She began to make notes in her secret diary and soon noticed a pattern that matched with his daughter's home visits. This was confirmed when the college breaks came round. Mags often visited her father at the office, for financial tutoring, and spent fairly lengthy periods in his office, usually over lunch. Sarah discovered what was actually happening one day when she had to return to the office to pick up a parcel she had forgotten.

She entered the outer office and retrieved the parcel but as she made to leave, she heard a muffled sound coming from Frank's office. She paused and listened. It didn't take many seconds for her to recognise the cries of a woman being fucked. She crept to Frank's closed office door and listened. There was no doubt that a serious fucking session was taking place on the other side of the solid oak door. There was also no doubt as to who was fucking who. As she listened, she clearly heard the sound of Mags voice urging her partner on. Frank's voice responded with lurid comments about what his prick was doing in his daughter's pussy. Sarah recognised the pattern and nature of his comments; she had heard them many, many times.

The tempo increased and the cries became louder and sharper. Sarah backed away quietly and moved to the outside door ready to leave. The session reached a crescendo and Mags's cries were matched by the guttural grunts coming from her father as he unloaded deep inside her. That sound was also all too familiar to Sarah. She smiled to herself, made a mental note of the date, and departed on her previous mission.

Frank resumed the full complement of sessions with Sarah when Mags returned to college. These dropped off again when she came home for the holidays or a long weekend. Sarah made the appropriate sounds for going out to have her lunch, she brought sandwiches on those days but crept back to listen at the heavy oak door. The sounds coming from the room were unmistakeable. The old bastard was fucking the arse off his daughter. This was certainly another one for her little black book.

Frank had suggested that Sarah keep a journal of her encounters with the local dignitaries as a form of insurance. She kept the handwritten copy in the fireproof safe hidden in the wardrobe of the apartment's main bedroom along with various documents and the more valuable little gifts that she received from grateful dignitaries. She was the only one, apart from the locksmith, who actually knew the combination. The locksmith, who happened to be a member of the same lodge as Frank, thought it best if Frank knew as well, just in case of emergencies. Frank made regular surreptitious backup copies for his files. It was during the course of this copying that he discovered Sarah was fully aware of his incestuous assignations. He was not overly worried as he held most of the cards with regards to that young lady. He knew enough for her to be correspondent in more than one divorce case, and more importantly, she had neglected to declare the free apartment and gifts from clients to the tax office.

Seizing the bull by the horns he arranged for the other empty apartment above Sarah's to be refurnished and made availlable for his daughter to use during the long-term breaks. This certainly suited Mags as she was now used to having the type of freedom that was impossible at home with her increasingly sanctimonious mother. The end of her course was approaching, and it was decided that she should move in permanently. This met with mixed approval from her parents. Frank was all in favour, but her mother had grave doubts.

Mags got on well with Sarah and the two became reasonably good friends. An unspoken acknowledgement about Frank was formed. Frank was delighted to have both women under the same roof, so to speak, and availlable for him whenever his dick got an itch. This was usually daily. Both women soon developed deaf ears to the loud cries and banging coming from the others apartment.

Sarah was not always availlable of course. There were days when an expensive looking package would be delivered by courier early in the afternoon. She would excuse herself to her understanding boss and go change into the contents. That evening she would find a car with driver or taxi waiting for her at her front door. She would be dropped off again in the early morning, tired but usually reasonably satisfied. Sarah was having the time of her life.

Reece Williams was a prominent businessman who specialised in coal recovery. The tailings at the pits in the valleys were relatively rich in low grade coal dust and particles. These were not economically exploitable by the pit owners, the NCB, at least until Reece arrived on the scene. He worked out that coal could be extracted using high pressure water jets and compressed into convenient nuggets suitable for domestic use. Thus, he brought together resources that were abundant in the valleys; coal, water and labour to create a very lucrative business. He went from strength to strength providing much needed employment and wealth for the local economy. A secondary bonus was that the eyesores of the coal tips were gradually being removed from the landscape. He became noticed locally, then nationally and before long he found himself kneeling in front of an aging monarch who was wielding a sword a little unsteadily.

Reece was a confirmed bachelor living in a large art deco house surrounded by a large woodland park on the outskirts of town. Apart from day staff there was a housekeeper, Katheryn and general maid Marika. Both were residential. The women provided Reece with full service as required. There was also Marcus his driver and general muscle. Marcus was a huge black ex-wrestler who maintained his imposing physique in the house gym. His real name was Eric, but he changed it to Marcus when he went pro and kept it. Nobody dreamed of objecting. Despite his intimidating appearance he was a very gentle soul with a passion for watercolour painting. He was not particularly good at it but yet again no body dreamed of telling him.

Reece's organisation had grown over the years and now had a sizeable workforce with several branch offices nationally throughout the old coal producing areas. He appreciated his workers and regularly held social events at the house for his more senior managers and their spouses. On occasions he would be accompanied by a young woman, Sarah was a favourite, and the attendees would be relaxed. Other times he would be disconsolate, and a noticeable nervousness would initially pervade the event. This would be dispersed when Reece made his choice for the night. All then knew who would be leaving the party on their own at the end of the evening. The spouse who remained would be returned home by Marcus later the following morning, or sometimes the morning after. This also applied to his sole female manager and, on occasion to her rather lovely female partner. He had never had both at the same time; he was saving that delight for a very special occasion.

The arrangement was now accepted by all attendees as a de facto condition of their elevated and lucrative rank within the organisation. The spouse was always returned in good condition although not necessarily in a fully operational state.

Frank, being the company's solicitor, was often invited to these gatherings. Obviously, his wife did not accompany him. Not only would she be difficult, but Reece had mentioned that he would prefer to have his dick removed with blunt scissors rather than screw her. Frank felt the same way. Instead, he usually took the lovely Sarah or, when she was home, Mags. His daughter was always a firm favourite and all the men, but not all the women, relaxed when she appeared. It was pretty much a forgone conclusion who the selection for the night would be.