Depraved Relations Pt 02

This is part 02 of my 100

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story here on Literotica! Long and ongoing because families that play together have so many secrets to share. I won't give you a heads-up because the entire story will likely contain every trigger by the end. Bail now, or plan on skimming past whatever offends you. It's not nearly finished, and I'll submit a story a week, so keep up! 😉

These are not standalone, and reading the stories in order is strongly suggested for the best enjoyment. As always, I love your emails and comments. Enjoy! xo DG

DEPRAVED RELATIONS

Part 02

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~~ AUDREY ~~

chapter 09

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The following day, Dad was nowhere to be found, so I dressed in running shorts and a sports bra, grabbed a bottle of water, and headed out of the pool house slash workout room. I heard the clang of metal before I even entered.

He didn't hear me, and I stopped when I saw him on his back on a weight bench, doing press-ups. His grey shirt was already damp. He wore tight shorts under loose, silky shorts.

It would take nothing for me to pull his shorts off and mount him. Oh, how I wanted to ride that cock. Pin him on the weight bench and fuck him until I've had enough. Fuck him until my juices ran out of me and down over his fat full balls. Fuck him until I felt his cock surge and explode inside me.

Instead, I walked over to him, my panties soaked with my sex juice. "You got a head start on me. I'm a runner, so I think I'll start on the treadmill."

"Whatever you want, honey. The place is yours." His eyes quickly skimmed my sports bra and running shorts, more skin bared than covered. My bra was tight to hold my tits and so thin you could see the bumps around my nipples. I never thought of it as being sexy, but I did now that his eyes were riveted on my nipples.

I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead and couldn't miss the quiet groan when I bent over him, giving him a closeup.

I watched him move around the gym while I ran. He used each piece of equipment expertly. It was a turn-on just watching him master the weights. I slowed down to cool off a bit.

"Well, are you ready to try a few weights now, or did the run do you in?" he challenged.

"Try me," I grinned.

"We'll have to figure out your baseline for each machine, making it easier to see improvement." He showed me a small clipboard on each machine that he'd charted his daily weight. "Keeps me from increasing weights too fast. Occasionally, I can toss an odd weight to confuse my muscles."

"Hmm, very impressive," I said, following him.

"I don't really know much about it, just what I need," he replied.

"No, I meant your muscles."

"Oh," I think he actually blushed. "I enjoy working out. Muscles are just the result."

I got comfortable on a bench, the weights suspended above me.

"Okay, I'll spot you." I quickly pressed the weight, so he increased. We did that a few times until I found my match.

"I think this is it," I said, using my strength for each move.

Distractingly enough, with my head at his knees, the bulge in his shorts was directly in my line of sight. I was enamored since I'd seen it in the pictures in action and in the morning that I spied on him.

"Okay, that's good for today," he said, seating the weight bar.

"I was so enjoying it," I smiled, but he was into training me and missed my innuendo.

He positioned my arms for the pull-downs, showing me how changing hands used different muscles. His chest brushed my breasts as he did that, and my nipples sprung to attention. Glaringly obvious in that thin-knit sports bra.

"This feels good," I huffed as I worked at it. I loved that it stretched my torso and worked on my muscles.

"I can see that," he grinned, glancing at my nipples.

"Oh, that? That was from you, my naughty Daddy," I teased back.

"Aud," he warned, flushing. "Okay, that's good enough today for you. How about the sauna?"

"Oh yeah? I didn't know you had one here."

He tossed me a towel, and I peeled off my wet clothes and wrapped the towel around me. I found the sauna and quickly slipped in. He sat on one end of the bench, and I rested my feet on his thigh.

"I'll trade you a foot massage for a scalp massage later?"

"Sounds like a deal to me."

This man had practice because I was nearly swooning with the long, slow strokes, yet firm so as not to tickle.

"Oh, Daddy," I moaned. "Feels so good."

"Do you realize that you only use

Daddy

in those feel-good moments?" he laughed.

"Do I?" I thought a moment. "You might be right. Well, at least you know what makes me feel good, yeah?"

"Like I wouldn't," he quipped back.

"I'm absolutely sure you do," I said, ending that sexual banter.

After a while, he said, "There's an outdoor shower you can use, or just go in the house if you prefer."

"Mmm, I think I'd like the outdoor shower. C'mon," I said, standing up and holding out my hand.

"Not sure this is a good idea," he hesitated.

"How else can I pay back with the scalp massage?" I grinned. "Come on, your virtue is safe with me." He missed my secret smile.

His outdoor shower was an arbor thickly covered with blooming jasmine, the scent of which was intoxicating and sensual.

"Oh my, this is some shower." A suspended shelf in the corner held body soap, a big square bar, and shampoo and conditioner. This was a well-used shower, and I suspect my Dad has had some fun here with his mystery woman.

I dropped my towel over the chair and stepped into the spray. He came in while I looked up at the rain head, letting it pelt my body.

"You like?"

"Oh, I more than like," I said, feeling the heat of his body nearby. "You must use this often?"

He hesitated. "Not for a while, actually."

"Too bad, it's wonderful. I may give up the shower in my room and use this," I laughed.

There was something about being naked outdoors. Even though it was completely private, just the possibility that anyone could see me. I was serious. I planned on making the outdoor shower my regular routine.

I dripped body soap in my hands, worked up a lather, and began stroking my skin. I ensured I paid attention to what I was doing to give him ample time to look. My wet hair was plastered to my back, and I pulled it over my shoulder.

"Can you do my back?"

After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Sure."

His hands were calloused enough to create an incredible friction on my skin. I pressed back towards him, moaning, as he gave me more of a back massage with some very deft fingers. In doing so, the head of his cock lightly tapped my ass to let me know he was locked and loaded.

"Mmm, you're a pro at this," I moaned. He massaged my shoulders and upper arms. "Oh yeahhhhhhh."

He rubbed my neck and said, "There you go."

"You're done already?!" I laughed. "Okay, I owe you now."

I turned to face him, frothing the shampoo between my hands. As I stepped closer, his hard cock pressed against my stomach, and he reached out to hold my hips. Whether he wanted to keep me away or pull me closer, I don't know because I wasn't about to rush anything at this point. We had all the time in the world for this tantalization, and I intended to continue it as long as possible.

But I might not hold out long if that cock keeps teasing me, though. His eyes were closed, enjoying the sensations.

I reached up and began to lather his hair. As I worked, my nipples brushed his chest, and his cock rubbed against my belly. I learned scalp massage from a California girl studying to be an Ayurvedic practitioner. I learned a lot more from her.

We were neighbors, and I would be her practice person when I was around. It was relaxing, which was good because of my job, so it was a win-win situation.

It was also my first experience with another woman, maybe not in the expected sense.

While Ananya studied Marma therapy, massage, and pressure on points on the body with heat and herbal oils, I was getting turned on. By the end of the sessions, we would be deeply aroused. I don't know if that was part of the teachings, but relaxation was one of the points of Marma, so I called it good.

She admitted she was just as turned on, so at the end of the sessions, we would masturbate for each other. Seeing another woman spread her pussy, sharing the pink folds and wetness, was unbelievably arousing. Until then, it was something I only felt and, even with mirrors, couldn't see.

It was probably at that point I became comfortable with other women. Although Ananya and I never touched each other sexually, at least. It was an intimate and memorable experience to have with one another.

I began to use my fingertips to massage the various areas on his scalp. Reflexology. He moaned, and I could see his body relaxing. He began to sway towards me and finally leaned on me as a peaceful and serene sensation took over his body. I was sure that wasn't Dad's intention, but that is what the correct relaxation technique would do to a person.

His cock throbbed hard, trapped between our bodies. My tits were mashed into his chest, nipples hard like bullets. His eyes were closed, head supported by my hands. I moved the shower head so the rain softly pelted our bodies like we were in a gentle storm.

Shampoo and soap ran down our bodies, creating a slickness between us. At the tiniest movement, our skin would slide together enticingly. My nipples hardened almost painfully; his cock throbbed hotly.

"Alan?" I said softly.

"Hmm." He moved his head in the cradle of my hands. "What did you do to me, Aud?"

I smiled. He lifted his head and gazed into my eyes. His were languid pools of blue. Unfocused. Still in a state of deep calmness. The rain softly ran down our faces. Clung to his long eyelashes.

"My arms seem too heavy to move," he whispered.

"You don't have to. I got you." I slid my hands over his shoulders and down his arms to clasp our hands. That created some space between us, with my nipples barely touching him and his cock free to move against me.

"Damn," he said. "I almost feel like I've been drugged."

"Nothing like that, just my hands."

He raised them to his lips, kissed each other, and placed them on his chest. He held my waist.

"Such a tiny waist, like your Mom," he said so softly I barely heard him. He cupped my ass. "Exactly. Perfectly round. Made for a man's hands. I could close my eyes and think it was Corinne I was holding."

"I love that, Daddy." I slid my hands over his chest, up to the nape of his neck. I stood on tiptoes and brushed my lips on his, which brought our bodies together. But this time, he was aware.

He exhaled on a growl of surrender, sucked in a breath, pulled me tight against him, and kissed me. Deep and passionately. With a familiarity like one would kiss a familiar lover. Our tongues tangled, and we moaned in each other's mouths. I gripped his hair as our kiss turned hot and fierce. He grabbed my ass and pulled me tighter, and I wrapped my legs around him. He groaned, his fingers digging into my ass.

His cock nestled between the folds of my pussy. Hot and throbbing hard. His fingers dug into my ass, almost painfully. But I was getting as wild as him and didn't care.

"Your cock feels so good there. Teasing my pussy. It's so hot and hard. It's throbbing to get in, Daddy. I need you inside me," I growled.

"This is so wrong. You're my daughter," he murmured. "But I can't stop. God help me, I can't stop."

The rain still pelted us. We were lost in our own world with nothing and no one around us.

We ate at each other's mouths. Groaning and grunting, needing more from each other. It sounded animalistic. Wild. He pressed me against the side, and I hung onto the arbor.

"I can't stop, Audrey," he growled into my neck. "I have such an urgent need to be inside you... Like I've never... Oh fuck, honey... I can't stop now."

"Fuck me, Daddy. I need to feel your cock inside me. Deep!"

He backed up and drove into me, hard and deep. I screamed in passion, locked my legs around his waist, and hung onto his neck. He fucked me hard while he squeezed and kneaded my tits. Pulling my nipples, he pinched harder, and I moaned for more. My cunt was so wet it was pouring out.

Being speared by my Dad's cock was the ultimate mating. Ready to plant the seed that he created me from, inside me.

He grunted hard with each thrust. His eyes were closed, his head back. He was lost in the moment. He was joined by his daughter, who brought back memories of the love of his life. I knew my Mom was only a memory to him.

To see him in that kind of ecstasy, my cunt clamped down on his marauding cock, while my body shuddered through a mind-shattering orgasm that came in wave after wave.

"Oh my god Daddyyyyyy... Don't stop...." I moaned.

He shouted loud when my cunt began to massage his cock, milking the seed out of his fat balls, needing to fill me deeply. I knew he was consumed by the need, as was I.

He drove in and locked, my cunt still spasming on his throbbing heat. His fingers dug into my hips. Hot seed flowed through me until it ran out and over his balls.

Still locked together, he pushed closer, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Our breath was hard and rasping. Chest heaving against my breasts, still tender and sensitive. I had my legs wrapped tight around him to keep him inside me as long as we could.

"Oh my god, honey," he groaned in my neck, then kissing up my neck to my ear. "I love you so much. You have no idea what you've done to me. This is so so wrong, but we can't go back now."

"I don't want to. This is exactly what I wanted. You inside me, the ultimate mating." I turned my head, and we kissed again. Neither of us could get enough of the other. His cock softened, and my legs slid down, and he steadied me on shaking legs.

"I love you too. This is so perfect. Being joined to you in the most intimate way is life-changing. You're now my lover, you know. And whether it was because I look so much like Mom or because it was me, I don't care. To feel your cock inside me... Knowing it was hot and throbbing for me and inside me..."

"It was all for you, Audrey. Make no mistake, I didn't confuse you with your Mom. I know now that beyond looks, there is no comparison. I have never had an orgasm in my life, with anyone, like the one I just had with you. It was not only physical but mind-blowing."

"Really?"

"Really," he replied. "Someday, I'll tell you more about why. But now, I think we need a nap. Together."

I woke hours later with my legs entwined with his. He softly snored, his face completely relaxed. I don't know what our future will bring, but I can say right now it's perfect.

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~~ALAN~~

chapter 10

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Little did I know that our time in the gym would break my resolve not to touch my daughter. Spending time with her brought a flood of emotions about how much I loved and missed her. It all came crashing in that she hadn't been a part of my life for ten years and was now here--a grown woman--a beautiful, sexy woman.

She exuded sensuality with me. Even though I was her Dad, she treated me as a man. She enticed me. She aroused me. Always. I was drawn to her and could never have said no to her. She is my daughter, but she was irresistible. My desire for her was overwhelming.

Our joining was bound to happen at some point. It was inevitable that we committed the ultimate act. That would be the only way for us to go on. There was no other outcome unless she had left. I don't think she could have left if she wanted to. She was on a mission to seduce me, and once I got over the major obstacle, it all changed.

Deep down, I knew it was coming. Whether our mating would be in the car, my office, or a bed. It was going to happen. I guess I knew that from the minute I saw her at the airport. Looking so much like my wife, it nearly doubled me over.

But as we spent time together, I discovered she was nothing like Corinne. Her Mother loved fucking, but there was nothing sensual about her. Audrey slowly drew me into her web; I'm sure she'd have taken all the time she needed. Her Mom loved the show, and her favorite times were the times we had group sex. I never enjoyed it, but I did it for her. I loved my wife that much.

I still had good intentions walking into the shower with my daughter. I never wanted it to go as far. I thought I was brave enough to keep her at arm's length. But my daughter was too seductive. Sexier than any woman I've ever met, including her Mom. Audrey was sensual in almost everything she did from the moment she walked in the door.

She had me aroused the night we went to dinner. She ate seductively. And having her in my arms... That dress tempted me. The full roundness of her tits had my full attention. I wanted to bury my face between them. Seek out those nipples and suckle them forever because I knew once I started, I'd never get enough.

Then, her story of the woman in the bathroom ratcheted me even higher. Imagine what went on. Knowing she seduced that woman just as she does me. Imagine her hands on the woman, her mouth on hard blossom nipples.

The first time my cock was buried hard and deep in her body. Enveloped by her sweet heat. Her cunt tightly gripped me as though it knew I belonged there. That her body was mine. I made it. I created this sensual person. She was born of me.

I know I'll never be inside her enough to satisfy me. I'll never get enough of being joined to my daughter. I'm on a whole new level of sexuality. She will wrap me up in her spell, but I won't be there alone. I knew it was mutual.

I discovered that there is no second guessing like there is with another woman. My daughter will not dump me for another guy. My daughter will never play games like a woman I'd date would. There is a connection that will never be broken. It will evolve but not break.

Even if I don't wake up to her in my bed for the rest of my life, I'll know she is mine. Just as she knows, I'm hers. Others may be in our lives in time, but they will come and go. Audrey and I are for life.

I woke from our nap with her spooned in front of me. My arm around her, my hand on her breast. Her nipple pebbled hard on my palm, which told me she was awake.

I slid my flat hand down her flat belly to her mound. She parted her thighs, and I slipped my hand in. Her pussy was wet and hot and ready. I stroked a finger through the soft fold and teased the swollen clit. Her soft moans became louder, and I struck a rhythm.

"You're so fucking wet," I murmured, slipping a finger inside her. "So tight. You don't know how inflaming it was. Like a glove. And your cunt squeezing me when you came. That drove me wild."

She moaned, her hips rocking, needing more. My cock hardened and slipped between her open thighs. I held it tight in her slit, and she rode my hardness, using the head of my cock to rub her clit.

"Oh, Daddy, oh fuck," she cried out, shuddering as the liquid heat poured over my cock.

She rolled and slipped her leg between mine, trapping my cock against her soft thigh. Her breast was mashed on my chest when she kissed me. I rolled her more on top of me while our kisses deepened.

"Do you know how much it turns me on when you call me

Daddy

when you come?" I murmured. "It was intoxicating... I couldn't catch my breath."

"Because you've always been the one to care for me and make me happy. And now you make me feel happy, but now it's with that big fat fucking cock."

A mixture of passion and ecstasy bubbled through me at her words. So exciting and arousing. I'm amazed at how she can do that with just her words.

She pushed up and straddled me, dangling her tit over my face and brushing her nipple on my lips. I squeezed her tits and sucked each nipple into my mouth. Her breasts were big enough that I could pinch her nipples together.