(c) Susan England July 2004. This story contains sex acts within a family, and the author wishes to stress that this is illegal. Susan England does not advise or recommend any of the events that take place in the story "A Loving Family" and wishes to make it clear that the story is a complete fantasy and is written for the enjoyment of adult readers. All characters are of course over the age of 18 years.
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Chapter One - Who are we?
My name is Samantha (Sam), I am 42, petite, 5'3'' tall and have brown hair and blue eyes. I've been married to Don for 19 years, happily married too. I admit I'm sensual but honestly, I have never been unfaithful to him with another man. He is a
wonderful
lover who gives me everything I need, everything that makes me feel a total woman.
Don has his own business in the publishing world, and quite often he is away promoting his clients' books, attending book fairs, visiting his printers in different parts of the world and so on.
I confess that I have a long standing and close relationship with another female; she and I met and shared a room at University for two years. She taught me the pleasures of female love and to this day we still enjoy each other's company – but that is a another story!.
Before you say (or even THINK) anything bad, let me tell you that Don knows. I told him when he asked me to marry him so that he could reject me if he wanted. I expected him to be disgusted, to turn me away, but quite the opposite happened. I told him when we were alone in a small wood, a favourite place with many quiet glades of privacy where we had explored each other and given our love in the past. He was being very romantic, telling me of his undying love, promising to hold me in his heart for ever, would I PLEASE marry him.
I hadn't expected his proposal and was flustered. He was concerned and asked whether I loved him. So I took my courage in my hands and told him of my intimacies with my girl friend Cheri. He asked how it started and what she did to me and before I could get very far I found myself on my back, my panties sliding down my legs and he was there, inside me. I suppose in a way it was rape! But I loved his power and strength and every demand he made of my yielding, submissive body.
Needless to say he wasn't upset! As we lay there, his prick softening inside me, his cum slipping out of my pussy and running down my crack, he again proposed. The walls of my sex clenched around him, I held him close in my arms and I accepted. We kissed to seal our love and I felt him stir inside me. He swelled and moved himself, possessing me once again and loved me once more. What a mess I was in when he finished for the second time!
I said I'd better tell my friend that we must never be together again. He wouldn't hear of it and said he was happy we continue our closeness on one condition – that I told him EVERY DETAIL every time it happened. I have. With the same happy result. Instant consensual rape – and I still love it.
With Don's literary background it isn't surprising that we invent stories for each other. We whisper them in bed, each acting a role for the other, even exploring the darker parts of our thoughts. I admit to a liking for seeing young men in spring and summer, or in the swimming pool, stripped to the waist. To see the young taut muscles as they develop from their hips, up to their shoulders, their skin glistening and rippling with vitality and strength. I feel a quick tightening within me and a familiar dampness inside my panties.
One of Don's fantasies is the seduction of a young girl, budding into womanhood, her breasts now a feature of her developing figure. He adores the thought of her innocence concealed by her T shirt, her shorts or jeans, the early growth of her adult female hairs tantalising his imagination. The knowledge that she is ripening for the act of ultimate intimacy.
Chapter Two – The growing family
Time has brought us two wonderful children, a boy and a girl. Peter is a student and Susan just over two years younger..
Susan has my slim figure her hips now swelling and her breasts like two halves of a grapefruit, clearly showing her approaching womanhood. Her brown hair falls in soft waves below her shoulders and gleams with health. Her blue eyes sparkle with mischief and she has a wonderful sense of humour. She and I, at this potentially difficult teenage time, remain friends and she turns to me for advice about her body and her emotions. She too is petite, only 5'1' inches tall, and her love of sailing, swimming and tennis have kept her figure taut, with no signs of puppy fat.
She and her Daddy adore each other and constantly tease each other. When Don says "Give Daddy a kiss then" she hugs him without embarrassment and kisses him on his lips. When he says "Bye Sue, love ya" she replies in the same way.
Immediately before one of Don's trips to Europe they were fooling around. Teasing and tickling each other. It was just a few weeks ago, the weather was glorious and we were all wearing T shirts and shorts. They were chasing each other around the living room, Susan giggling and Don laughing as their hands caught and touch and tickled. Susan's head was back, laughing, her mouth open, and her struggle to get free made her stumble and fall to the floor, still wrapped in Don's arms.
She fell on her back and her legs flopped apart. Don's hips fell naturally between them and they lay, Susan still giggling and saying "No, no, Daddy stop it. I can't bear it, Daddy stop it."
Don's body pinned her beneath him and one arm held him from crushing her, his other hand was tickling below her arm, close to her breast. She was wriggling and writhing beneath him, her hips moving on his, her chest making it impossible to avoid him touching her breast, naked below her T shirt. Suddenly there was quiet. No giggling. No movement. I glanced over at them and felt a flush of heat as I saw her, lying beneath him in the surrender of love, her eyes closed, her mouth slack. I saw Don's hips thrust at her and saw her own lift to him. The ingrained and automatic reaction of a woman responding to her lover.
Don was looking down at her a glazed look on his face. His free hand openly cupping her breast, breasts which now proudly showed her stimulated nipples. His hand softly brushed over her and she gave a small whimper.
I loudly cleared my throat and said "OK you two that's enough you'll wreck the furniture horsing around like that. Now get up the pair of you and Susan come and help me with lunch. Don you said you were going to wash the car."
They lay for a further moment that seemed an age, his hips again moving to her. Her face fell to one side, her breathing ragged and she licked her dry lips.
"DON! Will you get up and leave the poor girl alone. This MINUTE."
My husband rolled off his daughter, his need plain to see in his shorts. As he slowly stood Susan lay there. Still. Open. Then her eyes blinked wide and she saw me looking at her. She flushed bright red, her flush disappearing into and under her T shirt. She leaped to her feet and ran to the staircase, her feet padding quickly along the passage to her room. There was the slam of her bedroom door. I knew my daughter needed her privacy. I knew what she was feeling, and hoped she would ease her longing in the way a single woman must do.
I walked over to Don and kissed him lovingly. "You dirty old man you" I chuckled and reached for the leg of his shorts. He stood still as my hand slid up his leg, finding his rampant need. I snapped open his shorts and pulled them down, quickly making him naked below his waist. I stood by the arm of the couch and eased my shorts and panties down, stepped out of them, and stood offering my sex.
"Daddy?" I said, as I lay back over the arm of the couch, my head and shoulders on the seat, my thighs held high, my feet just touching the carpet. "Daddy? " I repeated.
Don came to me easing me apart, revealing my submissive offering. His fingers slid along my slit discovering my wetness. He grinned down at me "Well, who's a Daddy's girl then?"
His bulbous knob worked up and down my slickness then with long practice he held it to my hole and slid into me. My back arched as I felt him stretch and penetrate, fill me, move in me.
I thought I detected a creak of bed springs above my head where Susan had her room. Then a sudden cry echoed down the staircase. A female's cry. A cry of release.
He bent over me his cock moving in an out of my cunt and whispered "What's your name, little girl?"
"Susan" I croaked and we exploded together.
Chapter Three – Samantha plays it safe for her daughter
A day after what happened following Don's tickling game with his young daughter he flew to Europe.
The weather was miserable, the rain pouring down in complete contrast to the heat of a few days ago. Peter was in his room playing his music (MUSIC????) I wondered at the racket bouncing off the walls inside his room. It was mid-morning and Susan had just showered and walked by my room with a huge bath towel wrapped around her. I followed her into her own room and quietly closed the door. Susan turned to look at me, a surprised look on her face. "Mummy?" she said.
