Hello, my beautiful readers. This will be a rather different story from what I've written before on my old Literotica profile. I've chosen to write this story from the perspective of the male protagonist. Why? Put simply, because it amuses me. I've decided to experiment a little more in my writing, so from now on, my stories might be written from the male point of view, the female, or I might write from a third person perspective.
This story contains some parts that are based on my own true experiences, while other parts come directly from my vivid imagination. I won't say which is which. You'll just have to guess at how much of what you're about to read is true. :)
Also, this story contains incest, rough sex and infidelity. If either of these themes offend you, stop reading, right now. The usual caveats apply, all the characters involved in this story is 18+, english isn't my native tongue so please forgive any linguistic mistakes, yada yada.
Lastly, if you've read my precious stories you'll know this, but I try to make my stories driven by a plot, and the sex is merely a part of it. If you're just out for a quick fuck-story, you might want to look elsewhere.
Enough preamble. Here's the story.
Xoxo
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Somehow I feel that I should have seen this coming. The first clear sign of trouble brewing came last October, but before I tell you what happened, let me give you some background information. My name is Adam, and I'm 41 years old. I try to stay in shape by going to the gym a couple of times a week. My head is shaved, apart from a goatee, that my girlfriend Sophie would kill me if I shaved off.
Sophie has an amazing body. What I really fell for though is her personality. Sophie is an outgoing, happy-go-lucky type of woman, and her optimism really is contagious. I won't lie and say that her body wasn't important though. I'm a huge breast-fan, and Sophie sports a pair of tremendously large breasts, and she does turn a head or two when she's outside. She's about a head shorter than my 6'3", has pale skin, and long blonde hair, and blue eyes, that can melt ice. Overall she's an amazingly beautiful woman, and I still feel lucky that I'm with her.
When Sophie and I first started dating, we were like teenagers in love, and we fucked at least once a day, sometimes more than that. Neither of us could keep our hands off the other person, and I suppose it didn't hurt that we matched really well sexually. Sophie has a submissive streak, and she likes it when I'm a little rough with her.
The first time we had sex, we lay in bed cuddling for a while afterwards, and Sophie told me that if I woke up feeling horny the next morning, I wouldn't have to wake her up first. When she said it would be a turn on to wake up feeling my cock already inside her, I knew I had met the woman I wanted to be with.
A couple of years ago, Sophie and I bought a house together, where we live with Sophies daughter Anna. I guess Sophies amazing body (not to mention her insatiable sex drive) has kept me from noticing, but Anna has grown up to become a very beautiful, young woman as well.
Anna is about as tall as her mother, and she also has her mothers intense, blue eyes. She also has a very slender body, and has a tomboy-style when it comes to her clothes. She often has a ballcap on, always worn slightly askew. She also always wears baggy clothes. Annas clothes do what they can to hide her curves, but it's still clear that she has inherited her bust size from her mother. I haven't looked at the size tag in her bras, but I'd still say Annas breasts rivals Sophies in size. On her slender frame, Annas breasts looks even larger.
I guess it's pretty normal for a couple to "settle down", and as you get used to having each other around, the sex life usually slows down a little. Sophie and I were an exception though, and as a few years passed, we still had sex on an all but daily basis.
As I mentioned, the first clear sign that trouble was brewing came last October, so let me begin to tell the story of how spilled cake changed our little family.
For a couple of months I had begun to suspect that Anna had taken an interest in mine and Sophies sex life. Sophie'd had "the talk" with her when she was younger, but suddenly I started overhearing Anna and Sophie talking about boys and sex. I suppose it might have been natural, and that I shouldn't have made a big deal about it. It might just have been my mind playing tricks with me, but sometimes I could swear I heard Anna sneaking around the house, when Sophie and I fucked.
Something kept me from voicing my suspicions to Sophie though. They were finally confirmed the day after Annas 19th birthday. Anna was going to spend the night at a friends house, and Sophie and I spent the evening watching a movie. Since we had the house to ourselves, we started getting a little frisky on the sofa.
"You know baby," Sophie said, laying her hand on the growing bulge in my pants. "It's been ages since I got to give you a blow job, right here on the sofa," she added in a voice that I knew signaled that Sophie really was turned on.
"How about you get down on the floor, my precious little cock sucker," I said, and unzipped my pants. Before I knew it, my pants were on the floor, and Sophie sat between my legs, lovingly licking up and down my already hard cock.
Sophie loves (and I really mean LOVES) to suck cock, and she's really good at it, so before long I was moaning loudly, stroking Sophies hair, as she was giving me her very best. Suddenly I felt like we were being watched, and as I turned my head to the hallway, I could see a blonde head quickly ducking out of sight.
My mind was racing. Anna was home. Why hadn't she called out when she came home? How long had she been watching? Should I say something? Annas birthday had kept us too busy to fuck the day before, so before I could say something to Sophie, I felt my balls signaling an impending orgasm.
To this day, I can't say why, but when I came, I consciously groaned louder than I usually did. Perhaps I did it for Annas benefit, I don't know. As I sat there, breathing heavily, I swear I could hear footsteps and someone opening the front door. Sophie sat still, licking her lips as she swallowed my cum. I was just about to suggest that she get naked, so I could reciprocate, when we heard the front door opened, loudly this time, and Anna calling out "I'm home".
I barely had time to pull up my pants, and Sophie hurriedly sat up next to me on the sofa, before Anna walked in and told us her friend wasn't feeling well, so Anna thought it best to come home instead.
It was already pretty late, so we all got ready for bed. Sophie fell asleep pretty quickly, but I lay in bed for a while, thinking about what had happened. Could I have been mistaken? I got up to get a glass of water, and as I walked past Annas room, I heard a low, but distinct whimper.
I paused for a moment. There it was again. A whimper and then a moan. Was she masturbating? Was she thinking about what she had seen earlier?
The sheer taboo of having Anna watch her mother suck my cock should have made me feel awkward, but by the time I got back to bed, my cock was hardening. I don't know what came over me, but I lifted Sophies covers and looked at her naked body in the dim light from the moon outside.
My urges got the better of me, and I rolled her over so she lay on her stomach, and spread her legs. Without a second thought I spread her ass cheeks and with a groan I slowly pushed my cock inside her pussy. By the time she woke up, I was already half-way inside her.
