This is Chapter 1 of a three part story.
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Keri lay restless in her bed. Her eyes were wide open and staring at the ceiling. Her feet danced from side to side under the blankets.
Her husband Dan slept soundly next to her, and Keri felt a pang of jealousy. She wished that her hyperactive brain would calm itself and allow her to fall asleep. But she had things on her mind that would keep most people stirring.
To keep herself occupied, she looked all the way to the right. Keeping her head still, she only moved her eyeballs. Then she looked all the way to the left. She glanced around from the confines of her eye sockets, all the way back in her skull and then all the way down. She did this several times in hopes that the constant eye motion would make her brain tired, and hence, fall asleep.
No good. She was as jittery as ever.
She glanced over at Dan. He was spread out underneath the bedspread like a corpse ready to have the chalk outline drawn around him. The only thing that seemed alive about him was the nasal-like snoring.
Keri inched herself up on her elbows. She leaned over her husband and looked at his face.
'So cute' she thought. After all these years, he was still an attractive man.
As she looked down at him, her hyperactive imagination kicked into high gear.
It was like a flash. A picture suddenly appeared in her head. Keri saw herself on her belly, naked and sweaty. Dan was crouched over top of her, his feet on either side of her creamy thighs. His knees bent and his body leaning into hers. His strong hands clasped her sweaty waist as he drills her ass with his massive cock. His thrusts shoving her hips into the sheets, all the while she cries deliciously for her Papa.
Keri suddenly comes to. She shakes her head and the image vanishes from her mind. She's back lying next to her sleeping husband.
'Whoa!' she thought to herself. 'What the hell's the matter with me?'
She flopped back down on her back and stared wild-eyed at the ceiling fan. The blades turned slowly, making a soft whooshing sound.
Keri blinked a few times and tried to steady her breathing. She tried to focus on one blade spinning and attempted to match her breaths with each passage.
This had been happening to her all day. Completely at random, fucked up sex images would jump into her head at the oddest of times, and in the oddest of places.
At the office this morning, Keri's boss--Mr. Hendricks walked into her office and shut the door. He had only come in to tell her about Miranda Becker's surprise birthday party, which was taking place in a few hours. But for some reason, when Mr. Hendricks shut the door behind him, something deep inside of Keri got triggered.
She had a flash right then and there. The image was of Mr. Hendricks and herself shoved together in the leg cubby of her desk. He was sitting with his back to the front of the desk. She straddled him impaled on his cock. Her slender legs squeezed his lap as she awkwardly fucked up and down on him. Her head rested on his shoulder and his lightly bit him. Their heads lightly rapped up against the drawer with each bounce. She was whimpering like a schoolgirl.
After the flash was over, Keri found it difficult to listen to her boss. He continued to drone on about the party, but all she could think about was the moisture between her legs. This was strange to her. She didn't understand at all. Keri had never found her boss that attractive before this moment.
Back in her bed at home, Keri reached up and rubbed her eyes. She wasn't sleepy at all now. And that's when she suddenly heard the front door open.
"Who in the hell?" She said quietly to herself. She glanced over at the alarm clock. It was 2:30 in the morning.
At first Keri thought it might be her son Mikey. But then she thought, nah. He wouldn't dare sneak out of the house on a school night. He knew better than that. Plus, a senior in high school would be more covert about it. If Mikey weren't the worrier-shy type, he'd more than likely go out the window. He's never done anything like that in the past, so Keri found it very unlikely that it was him.
Keri heard creaking footsteps step softly down the hall towards her bedroom. She moved to the side of the bed and swung her legs off. The footsteps got a little louder as they came closer. Keri felt a chill when she realized she was only wearing her underwear and a tee shirt.
She was about to reach over and wake up Dan. Her hand hovered over his chest in anxious anticipation. Whoever it was, they were almost to her open doorway.
Just then, the intruder walked by her door, the soft moonlit hallway exposed the source of the footsteps.
Keri felt a relief course through her body. She sighed heavily.
It was only Holly, Keri and Dan's twenty-year-old daughter. Holly was carrying a laundry basket full of clothes, and was heading for the basement stairs.
Holly was a sophomore at Avery-Spencer University. She lived in a dorm room there on campus. That's why Keri wasn't expecting it to be her. Holly hadn't told Keri of any plans to drive home this weekend. So needless to say, Keri was a little surprised. And rightly so, it is being 2:33 in the morning.
Keri let her heart pounding relax a little bit. She took several deep breaths and let them out slowly by making a small 'o' with her lips.
Finally, Keri stood up from the bed. She slipped on her robe and quietly slipped out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
The basement door was at the end of the hallway. A flight of stairs took you down to the washer and dryer.
Keri's bare feet chilled slightly when they touched down on the cold cement of the basement floor. She pulled her robe closed and tightened the strings, although this did nothing to warm her toes. Regardless, she put her hands in the pockets and continued on her way.
The basement is constructed with a center hallway with five separate rooms. Two rooms are used for storage and two are used for entertainment purposes, like ping-pong, pool, weights, etc. The fifth room at the end is the laundry room. Keri could see the light peeking out from the door. She walked through the door and stopped.
There in front of her was her daughter Holly. She was bent over in front of the washer. Her little round bottom was staring Keri directly in the face. Holly's tight jeans clung to every curve of her daughter's rear like spray paint.
Keri gulped. Her heart began to race again, but now she wasn't sure why. She began to feel nervous and sick all over. Her skin tingled and she started to feel light headed. Much like the feeling you get when you haven't eaten all day.
Keri had never been interested in the same sex before. Not ever. But for some strange reason, when Keri gazed upon Holly's petite little behind, another tingling sensation shot all through her zoomed down right between her legs.
Holly, meanwhile, lifted her clothes from the basket and dropped them into the washer. Her red-pony tailed-hair flipped up like a flame then fell against her back. Her cropped baby-tee showed off the tanned, flawless skin of her lower back.
Keri could feel heat radiating from her daughter from all the way across the room. Holly bent over again to retrieve more of her dirty clothes. Keri watched as Holly's curvy leg muscles flexed through the tight denim. Her calves were small and firm. And her ass was heart shaped. It was perfect. Keri's lips began to tremble. She felt afraid for herself, but more afraid for her daughter. She had such conflictions running through her mind.
'What the fuck am I thinking? This is my daughter! My child!' Keri yelled at herself without uttering a word. The warmth coming from between her legs was dampening her red cotton panties.
Suddenly, Holly turned around. Holly gasped.
"Oh Shit!"
Keri flinched and her eyes jutted upwards to her daughter's face.
