***This story contains incest. But people asked for a second part...so here you go!
Bridgette was wet with lust, her pussy was leaking copious amounts of vaginal fluid as she played with herself. Her fingers teased and then manhandled her labia and pearl, alternating the pressure. She could edge herself for a very long time before letting herself cum and then rob the bank and cause herself multiple orgasms, racking her body with contractions she swore might break her.
The week prior, her father had hired her from her side hustle as an escort. She hadn't realized it was him, of course, not at first. He hadn't realized who he had hired...but when they realized what had happened...they had come to terms with it. She thought back to how much she adored her dad in her youth. She, like most girls, had been daddy's girl. The way he had carried her to bed as a little girl, she thought he was the strongest man alive. Saturday mornings, sitting next to him at breakfast, she could smell his aftershave. She didn't realize it at the time, but it would imprint on her what a real man should smell like.
Even now as she was masturbating, she thought back to when she had walked in on him during high school. He was in his pajama pants, shaving while he looked in the mirror. She hadn't admitted to herself then, but she had become aroused. Deep inside her, she knew one day she would be married and her man would be doing the same.
"Aaahhh," she climaxed, her body starting to shake.
That had done it. Her childhood memories were now tied to her illicit experience. She was upset that mom wasn't taking care of dad like she should. Having accepted when her parents became more distant during high school. Most of her friends' parents were the same. At the time, she thought it might be an ordinary part of being married for so long. All she knew was, she was going to find a way to get mom out of the house so she could have some time with dad.
*Ping
Her phone buzzed with a text message. She swiped up and opened the message, it was from her dad.
"Mom booked a hair and Mani/Pedi this weekend. She'll be gone for at least three hours."
"Perfect," she smiled.
*****
Chris woke up Saturday morning, and immediately thought of what he had done the night before. One part of him cringed that he had arranged to sleep with his own daughter. What had shocked him even more was how natural it had felt at the time. They had even come to terms with it.
That was the most shocking part for him.
Bridgette preferred he cheat on his wife with her, and not some 'hussy' as she had put it. Still, as he lay there in bed thinking about it, he knew the root cause was his waning relationship with his wife. He had to try to fix their relationship, and he decided he needed help with that. He would start looking for a marriage counselor first thing Monday morning.
Chris quietly crawled out of bed, trying not to wake up his wife. He knew better than to try to be intimate with her, knowing she would rebuff him. After brushing his teeth, he took a shower and dried off, and got dressed. Since it was still early, he made a protein shake for a light breakfast, after which he decided to wash his car.
Chris beamed as he opened the garage. It wasn't his company car he was going to wash, it was his personal gift to himself; a fire engine red 1964 Ford Mustang convertible. Just looking at it made him smile. Once he had started making six figures, he chose to ignore his father's advice to save all his excess income, just this once.
He had splurged on himself and bought it around the time Bridgette had finished junior high. Those were still happy days, taking the family to the beach in his classic muscle car. The roar of the motor with the top down.
He parked his pride and joy by the sidewalk and then washed it. After drying it, he began the process of detailing his red beauty.
"Chris?"
Looking over, he spotted his neighbor Luke from across the way.
"Hey Luke, how are ya doing?" He smiled as he continued working.
"Can we talk?"
"Sure!" Chris paused his work and gave Luke his full attention.
Luke lowered his voice and proceeded to tell Chris he and his wife and noticed Samantha having a visitor. Luke went on to tell him his wife had initially noticed something months ago. She had been at the mall, and saw Samantha with a man she didn't recognize. It might have been an innocent lunch, but over time she thought they were becoming too familiar.
"So last night, my wife see's the same man come to your house. His car was parked right where your Mustang is. It was still there in the morning. I watched with her as he finally saw him pull away."
Chris was silent.
So much for marriage counseling. While his mind was spinning out of control, a cool and reasonable voice cut through the clutter.
"I don't suppose you got a picture of him?" He said in a calm voice.
"Yeah, I do. Kitty (short for Kathy) has some from the mall. I'll email them to you."
"Send them to my work email, not my personal email." He said, giving Luke his information.
Chris hurried the detailing of his car and parked it in the garage. He went inside, without any idea what he was going to do or say. That's when he realized Samantha was in the shower.
Disrobing quickly, he got in with her. It wasn't long before he started caressing her body.
"I'm not in the mood," she said.
"Well, I didn't wake you up. You're 'not in the mood' all the time. How about we try something new. You actually go along with my advances, and you just might be in the mood by the time we are done."
Samantha did go along with his pawing her. But Chris could tell she was begrudgingly going along. He made sure she orgasmed before he did, but it was with little joy when he shot his cum inside her.
"There, satisfied?" she finished.
"It was at least better than what we've had in recent months." Chris fired back. "Why don't I take you to brunch?"
"I'm going to meet up with my "Mother's for Homeless Women" group." she said flatly.
"Next weekend then?" Chris pressed the subject.
"I have a mani-pedi scheduled." Samantha said, with little remorse.
"Okay, okay! Have a good rest of your day."
Chris finished drying off first and dressed again. He went to his home office and texted Bridgette.
"Now, about my little problem," he mumbled to himself.
He hugged Samantha as she left, and returned to his home office where he made some phone calls, and contacted his lawyer.
*****
It was a week later, and Saturday was here again.
"Hi daddy! Hi mom!" Bridgette bounced into the house, dressed in jean shorts, and small sweatshirt with converse low tops.
Samantha smiled a wide smile as she hugged her daughter.
"What brings you home darling?" she beamed.
"I just came to visit. I was a little homesick." she said as she hugged and stayed in the arms of Chris.
"Well shoot! I gotta go soon to my hair & mani/pedi appointment, darn it! Why don't you come with me?" she offered.
"Oh, I just got one a few days ago, through the beauty school at a big discount. Maybe next time?"
