A middle aged married woman's desire to reignite an incestuous affair with her father.
Authors Note: Hey everyone! I just want to give a big shout out to Maya for inspiring me to add a third chapter to this story. This time around, I've tried to mostly write from Meg's perspective, although I may have failed miserably - but hey, at least I gave it a shot! By the way, Meg's father remains unnamed, so I hope you let your imagination and fantasy run wild with that one. Enjoy - thepeckker
Just by its sheer enormity, the super-king bed dominated the bedroom. As she lay at its centre, Meg was preoccupied with the ceiling fan on its monotonous low speed journey. The cooling breeze comforting as it floated across her nakedness with each gentle whirr of the rotating blades.
Meg stifled a giggle as she realised the slurping sound was timed perfectly to each blades rotation whilst her husband continued his vigorous tongue action on her vulva.
What the fuck is he doing?
Meg thought as she lifted herself onto her elbows, observing the top of Derek's head swivelling between her outstretched thighs, alternating up and down, then side to side as he continued his assault.
Collapsing onto her back again,
I gotta stop this before he suffocates...or hurts me even
; Meg thought.
She started to groan loudly, "Oh... Oh... Oh yeah! That's it Derek, that's the place. Just there baby! No don't slow down! I'm gonna cum baby! Your gonna... Oh... Oh... Oooohhhhhh."
Almost instantly Meg hated herself for what she had done, for what she had done many times before and will likely continue to do.
Breathing loudly and rapidly she once again lifted herself onto her elbows to discover Derek looking back at her with a cheesy grin on his face. His head still lodged between her thighs, his nose, mouth and chin covered in saliva from his efforts.
Meg could not help but let out a little chuckle. As ridiculous as he looked, and as unsatisfying as her sex life is with Derek, she still loved him for everything he did or tried to do for her, for their daughter Mandy, and for their future security.
"Come here ya crazy fool," she said as she held her arms out toward him.
Derek disentangled himself from Meg's thighs and slowly slid along her belly until they were face to face, his still covered with saliva slobber and a self-satisfying grin.
"Was that good? Did you cum again babe?"
Meg was so used to faking orgasms and her subsequent responses to Derek's queries that it flowed easily from her.
Expelling what she hoped was a satisfying sigh; she pulled his head to her chest and said, "Of course it was lover! You know just how to hit all of my buttons!"
"Mmmmmm, I try to Meg... I try to," he replied as she slowly ran her fingers through his hair. Her slow caress always made him feel wanted and loved. Today was no exception as he felt his eye lids become heavy.
Oh fuck!
, Meg thought as she felt his limp dick laying softly against her,
What am I going to do to get myself out of this situation?
Despite his erectile dysfunction, Meg had never cheated on Derek at any time during their marriage. She was well aware that, as a woman in her early forties, she was at her sexual peak and had been for a number of years. Yet she managed to control her desire through fantasy and masturbation until the latter years when her craving has waned. That was until recently when she had experienced the best sex of her life.
Meg knew that come tomorrow, after Derek left for work, she would return to the bedroom above the old barn and would allow herself to relive the past. Along with her favourite dildo, her fingers would explore her body as her mind daydreamt, recollecting the passion and urgency of their love-making, the feeling as he entered her from behind, filling her as she had never experienced before, until the pulsing of his cock sent her over the edge when he exploded within.
It was socially unacceptable. It was illegal in some States and Countries. It destroyed communities and tore families apart. Yet she had initiated it. She had sown the seeds of infidelity and incest and then cultivated their encounter. She had flirted and broken down the barriers until he eagerly participated in their betrayal. She had fucked her father. Or more accurately, her father had fucked her. Her Daddy, the man who loved her all of her life without question, had given her sexual satisfaction like she had never felt before. In those few short days she had gone from loyal and loving mother and wife to a cheater, an adulteress, and possibly a criminal. Yet she wanted to scream from the highest peak, "
I am a father-fucker... and I love it!!
"
Without waking him, Meg carefully slid out from underneath Derek, slipped on her emerald satin gown to cover her nakedness, then headed down the long hallway to the bar in the lounge room.
She was ordinarily a fitness fanatic; however in the slightly more than three months since her parents had gone back to their home, she had started to drink more regularly. It started with just a wine and soda every couple of nights, but had now progressed to two fingers of single malt scotch in the dead of each night.
Meg knew she was heading onto a destructive path. She knew the drinking was to dull the ache she felt inside. The pain wasn't triggered by her cheating on Derek, or because she was an adulteress, or because she had committed incest and was almost caught. No longer satisfied in her sex life with Derek or with continual self-masturbation, Meg felt sexually unfulfilled as a woman and knew that, at its centre, her pain was desire.
The weeks following the mobile phone incident were a living hell for Meg. Having her father so close yet being too scared to repeat the intimacy they shared was torture, only lessened by brief and occasional hand holding or an unseen caress as they passed by each other. As wrong as it was, her father had ignited an overpowering longing within her that she needed to feed. She needed to experience that fulfilment. She needed to fuck her father again! Desperately!!
Knocking back the last of the scotch, she cleaned her glass before giving the room a final onceover, ensuring all evidence of her nightly visit was removed before traipsing along the hallway to her bed once again. As Meg sneaked in quietly and attempted to sleep that night, she did not know that the following day fate was about to step in.
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Meg woke the next morning to the pungent smell of burnt toast. She was normally an early riser but, after another fitful night without much sleep, she just couldn't face the day when Derek got up earlier for his shower, so she had just turned over and snoozed.
Throwing back the covers she knew he would be fully dressed and ready for work by now, so she grabbed the emerald satin gown again and covered her nudity as she walked along the hallway to the kitchen.
"Oh wow!" said Derek as she entered, "someone looks like they've had a rough night!"
