Incestual Thoughts Temptations

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All characters are fictional and 18 years or older.

Please note that there are a couple lesbian sex acts in the story.

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As I was happily driving to work like any other day, my phone suddenly rang.

"Hi, Honey."

"Hi," I heard my wife, Meadow, say. "The school just called me."

"What did she do, now?"

"I don't know, but they want to have a meeting with us."

"When?"

"Now."

"Now? Fuck! Okay, I'll turn around and pick you up."

Driving back home, I had to wonder where we went wrong with her. You see, this isn't the first time we received a call about our daughter, Stevie. Over the last couple of years, things had only gotten worse. I would have thought after turning eighteen, she would have become a little more responsible. I can see now that was just wishful thinking on my part. The truth was she was my little angel, and I couldn't bring myself to be harsh with her when I knew I should have.

However, the thing was, she wasn't just my little angel anymore, but a beautiful young woman now with long brown hair and brown eyes, whose body, like her mother's, was well-toned and at five and a half feet I was sure I would be threatening her boyfriends by now, except that day hasn't come. I couldn't help but wonder as to the reason why.

I pulled up outside our house and tooted the horn, and watched as my lovely wife Meadow strutted towards the car.

Fuck, she's still as gorgeous as the day I met her.

Meadow was only four inches over five feet tall, with a size 34-C breast and a size 24-inch waist. Her eyes were brown but what I loved was her long jet-black hair.

"Hi, Dear," she said, as she got inside the car.

"Hi. So, did the school give you any clue what this is about?" I asked as I drove off.

"No. But it did sound important."

We discussed our daughter the entire way to the school and wondered why she couldn't be more like her older brother, Robby.

Robby was nineteen and was in his first year of college. He was around six feet and weighed about 170 pounds, with blue eyes and blonde hair, like his old man.

When we finally arrived, we were greeted at the school entrance by the principal before walking inside and sitting across from him in his office.

The principal wasted no time getting right to the point and said in a stern tone, "Sorry to have called you in on such short notice, but we're expelling your daughter from the school for a week."

"What! Why?" we both asked.

"We caught her smoking in the girls' locker room this morning."

"Okay," I said. "I agree that was bad. But I don't think it's bad enough to get expelled over."

"We have zero tolerance for that at this school."

Unable to get the principal to reconsider, we met Stevie waiting in an adjacent room before leaving together.

We had no sooner pulled away when Meadow let Stevie have it.

"So! You're smoking, now! When did this happen?" Meadow bellowed, but got no reply.

"Do you want to fail the twelfth grade? 'Cause that's what's going to happen, you know."

"Listen, Honey," I said, drawing my wife's attention, "she's eighteen. I mean, remember back when we were her age and some of the crazy things we did? She just made a little mistake, that's all."

"What we did back then isn't the issue here!" Meadow squawked. "And you're not helping by defending her actions. If she fails, she'll have to repeat the grade. Do you want that?"

"Well, of course not," I replied while looking back at my daughter's sad expression in the rearview mirror. "And I'm sure

she

doesn't want that to happen either, do you, Cupcake?"

Cupcake was the pet name I've called Stevie ever since she was a little girl, and I tend only to use it now when I'm trying to cheer her up. Unfortunately, it appeared like it didn't work this time. What it did do was get my wife more upset and I heard her hiss, "Really, Kevin! Sometimes I don't think you take these things seriously!"

The rest of the ride was quiet until I pulled up in front of our house and heard Meadow yell, "You better be heading to your room!" when our daughter bolted out of the car.

"I'll go talk to her," I said.

"Yes, you do that!" My wife expressed in a nasty tone, just before she slammed the car door.

Fuck, she's pissed.

I thought as I slow-paced towards the house.

Not wanting to further upset my wife, I did as I said and ventured to my daughter's room.

Of course, the door was closed, so I softly tapped and said, "Cupcake, can I come in?"

"Sure, Daddy."

I opened the door to see my daughter lying face down across her bed and said, "Honey, please don't be like this. You know your mother only wants the best for you."

Stevie abruptly lifted her head, and behind tear-filled eyes, shouted, "Really? Then why doesn't it feel that way?"

I sat on the bed next to my daughter, gently placed my hand on her back, and replied, "You have to understand, Honey. That's her way of showing how much she

does

care. Do you think she would be that upset if she didn't?"

Stevie made a 'pfft' sound and followed with, "That's her, showing she's upset? It looked more to me like she wanted to lecture me. I was surprised she didn't drill me on why couldn't I be more like my brother."

"Listen, we don't expect you to be like your brother. I think she can't find the words to ask why you've been acting like this lately. I mean, Honey, what's going on?"

Stevie looked down at the bedspread and softly said, "I don't want to talk about it, Daddy."

I knew better than to push the topic any further and just said, "Okay, Honey. But please remember you can always come to me or your mother about any issues you're having."

In a soft mumble that I almost missed she whispered, "Not this one."

Again it was obvious to me that I shouldn't say anything, and I just sat up. But before leaving Stevie's room, I turned and said, "Your mom will calm down, and we'll get through this, I'm sure."

Stevie didn't say anything as I closed the door and walked away.

Things were still quiet at dinner time between all of us, and it wasn't until bedtime that Meadow finally said, "So, are we going to talk about our daughter?"

"Sure. I didn't want to press the issue anymore since you appeared to be upset with me."

Meadow sighed, "Not just you, with myself, also. I mean, where did we go wrong with her, Kevin?"

"Nowhere, Honey. She's a great kid."

"No... She's not a kid anymore. She's a young woman, and she really should be acting like one."

"I think she's just trying to find herself in all of this," I replied. "But I'm just guessing. I tried to get her to open up to me, but she didn't want to talk about it."

"Well, whatever is eating her, it's affecting her attitude, for sure."

"I agree."

Meadow rolled onto her side and then lightly placed her hand on my thigh while I lay on my back and said, "So how do we handle her being expelled? Do we ground her?"

"Honey, I think that would be a big mistake. I mean, I think she feels bad enough about it already."

Meadow sighed, "You can't ever bring yourself to discipline her, can you?"

"I guess I can't." I replied and then felt my wife's hand gently massaging my thigh and said, "What are you doing?"

"What? Doesn't Daddy like it when his little girl massages his leg?"

Daddy? Is my wife role-playing our daughter?

I thought, as my wife's hand rose higher up my thigh.

"How about now?" Meadow purred, as her hand slithered over my groin.

"Honey! What the fuck! "I barked as I started to squirm around when her hand slipped inside my briefs and circled my now half-swollen shaft."

Meadow then put her finger to my lips while her other hand stroked on my cock, and she hissed, "Shhh. Let me show you how much your little girl appreciates your kindness."

"Oh fuck..." I grunted as my wife's hand went faster and then I heard her say, "That's it, Daddy. Let me make you happy."

I don't know what got into my wife, but I would never have dreamt such role-playing phrases would be spewing out of her lips. Truthfully it had been ages since Meadow had ever done anything this wicked.

However, that wasn't the most shocking thing. What was

really

disturbing to me was that I was actually picturing my daughter doing this to me, and wickedly liked it.

It was so wrong for me to be imagining this, and I gasped, "Meadow... Oh god, Honey, please... Oh shit! I don't think it's right for you to be playing our..."

My sentence faded to nothingness as I felt my shorts being pulled down and then heard my wife say as I felt her straddle over my waist, "I need to feel you inside me, Daddy."

"Christ!" I cringed as my eyes closed wrongfully, envisioning my daughter's sweet pussy engulfing my super-hard cock with ease (and not like in reality, my wife's) when my dick bottomed out.

Meadow gyrated and ground her wonderful pussy over my cock, telling me over and over again, "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your little girl."

"Oh, God! Oh shit! Jesus! Fuck!" I grunted as Meadow went faster, bringing out a side of me that had been dormant for years. The dark, sinful desire of incest.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me!" I heard Meadow implore, causing my sperm to bubble up to my cock head.

"Fuck, Meadow!" I groaned, and then heard my wife hiss, "No, Daddy! Say

my

name, not Mommy's."

"Oh, fffuuck!." I croaked.

"Say it, Daddy! Say it!"

"Oh, Sss...Stevie! Oh, God!" I howled.

"That's it, Daddy! Keep saying it. Keep saying it!"

"Stevie! Oh shit, Stevie! Yes, Honey! Oh, fuck! Fuck Daddy! Oh shit! I'm...I'm...I'm going to come!" I shouted.

Meadow ground her pussy feverishly over my cock, and I could feel her juices flowing out of her pussy as I exploded inside her.

Over the years, it was evident that our love life had dwindled to being just so-so. After the kids and the stress of everyday life, I guess it would be expected for that to happen.

However, back when I first met my wife, things were

much

different. It started when I was dating Meadow and had divulged to her how I had fucked my mother for the first time with my father's help.

I was shocked when Meadow had told me how she liked that idea. It was then that I realized she was the woman for me, so when I went home from college to visit my parents, Meadow came along to tell them the news that we were going to get married.

What I didn't know at the time was how intrigued my wife was by the idea, until she figured out a way for me to fuck my mother again.

But that wasn't the most shocking thing that happened, either. Apparently, my wife also had this Daddy complex. So as I was enjoying having my dick once again buried deep inside my mother's hot pussy, Meadow, at the same time, was fucking the living shit out of my father while he watched me and Mom go at it.

I have to say both of us were very sex-crazy at the time. So much so, that our fucking of my parents went on for quite a while, and eventually, my grandmother even joined in on the fun.

Sorry to say I never got my dick inside of

her

sweet sex, since most of the time that spot was filled by either my father's dick or my mother's tongue, but never the less the sex was still hot and steaming.

Now what just happened, at least to me, was a new awakening that it seemed we both had enjoyed, and I relished how great it was to feel that kind of excitement once more.

That was, until I noticed a shadow moving from under our door. A shiver ran down my spine when I frightfully thought.

Oh my god! Did Stevie just hear us?

Not wanting to spoil the mood, I forwent telling my wife what I had just witnessed and kissed her hard when her face leaned forward.

"So, what did you think?" Meadow cooed, as she rubbed her nose over mine.

"Lost for words," I said. "What made you think about doing that?"

Meadow sighed as she sat upright on my lap with my limp dick still buried inside her and confessed, "I don't know. At first, I thought about the way you baby our daughter all the time. I wanted to test and see if my intuition about you wanting to fuck her was true. But then, as I was playing the role, I found myself liking the idea."

Liking the idea? My wife liked the idea of me fucking our daughter...

I pondered over this, then figured this must be some test and decided to play it cool.

"Honey," I said as I ran my hands up her arms and then over her breasts. "The idea of me fucking our daughter had never dawned on me until you just did that, and truthfully since Mom passed away, you've been the only woman I've ever wanted to make love to."

"And now?" Meadow teased, allowing me to express my true feelings.

"Well, now!" I croaked. "Now, you put that crazy concept in my head, you little vixen!"

Meadow chuckled as she kissed me once more before easing my spent pecker out from inside her and, while rolling off me, said, "You can forget about that ever happening. Your dick belongs only to me."

"No sharing?" I joked, as she lay on her back.

"No!" she shot back quickly.

Lying on my back also while looking at the ceiling with my hands locked together over my chest, I said, "So, have you ever thought about it? You know. Fucking Robby?"

"What? No! God, no!" Meadow chimed. "But if you want, we can role-play

that

idea next time..."

I looked over at my wife and grinned as I said, "You're such a minx, you know that?"

Meadow giggled back, "Yes, I know," and with that, turned over on her side and went to sleep.

On the other hand, I couldn't sleep and lay there thinking over what had happened and how our daughter could have been listening.

Fuck. I think I might have to have a talk with her about what she heard.

Finally, after some time, I drifted off to sleep. Unaware of the dream that I would have that night. Maybe it was from what I said to my wife that the idea played on my mind, but whatever it was, I vividly saw Meadow and Robby naked as they lay on our bed in a lover's embrace. I could feel myself getting excited as they explored each other's bodies with their hands, and then when they started to masturbate one another, I awoke with a raging hard-on.

"Fuck me," I silently voiced to myself while I gripped my throbbing pecker.

Shocked and stimulated by what I dreamt, I lay there and pictured my dream over again in my mind. But as I did, my mind continued with the sick idea, and I stroked on my cock to the thought of seeing my wife moaning our son's name as he rammed three fingers inside her pussy.

Faster and faster my hand went as my wife, in my mind, was coming close to climaxing. I could hear her encouraging our son to make it happen.

However, Robby stopped and spread his mother's legs wide while getting on his knees and going between them. Clutching at my dick, I could hear my wife hiss, "Fuck me, Robby. Fuck Mommy!" I couldn't even last long enough to picture it happening and came hard all over myself.

Huffing, I lay there in astonishment as to what devious idea I had just thought of, but then suddenly realized what my father must have felt when he watched me fuck my mother all those years ago.

Shit, Dad, I understand it now.

Quietly I ventured into our bathroom and cleaned off the mess I made, before glancing at myself in the mirror and thought,

Fuck. Do I really want something like that to

happen?

I wasn't sure, but did know there would be no way I would put my marriage in jeopardy over such a crazy idea. I love Meadow way too much to ever lose her over making such a suggestion.

The next morning, as we all sat to eat breakfast, I kept glancing at our daughter as she sat quietly eating, and tried to figure out when would be a good time to question her about last night.

Thankfully the opportunity arose when my wife went to answer her cell phone that she'd left in the other room. I quickly said, "Stevie? I want to talk to you about what you heard last night."

"What are you talking about, Daddy?"

"You know. When your Mother and I were... Um... How do I put this?"

"Having sex?"

"Yeah. That. I just wanted to say..."

"Listen, Dad, I really don't want to discuss your sex life."

"What? No! I don't want to talk about that! I was referring to what you might have heard."

"Dad. When you and Mom are going at it like that, I just block my ears if I happen to be going to the bathroom at the time. My God, do you think I want to hear my parents having sex? Gross!"

"Oh... Well... Okay then," I replied, and felt a sigh of relief at hearing her say that.

"So that was Robby that called. He's coming home, soon." My wife said as she sat back down to finish her breakfast.

I watched as our daughter rolled her eyes and, before Meadow could comment on her reaction, quickly said, "So Stevie, I thought maybe I should take this week off from work to help you study."

"Really, Dad?" Stevie sneered. "You'll be here to make sure I stay out of trouble all week?"

"Um... Yeah. I mean, you wouldn't fall that far behind, then."

Again Stevie rolled her eyes and, before leaving the table snarled, "Whatever!"

Meadow didn't say a word until our daughter had left and then replied, "I think your little Cupcake might be pissed at you."

"Yeah. I think you're right," I commented.

For the rest of that week, I helped our daughter with her studies while my wife kept busy doing her own daily activities like shopping, visiting her friends, or cleaning the house.

However, I couldn't help but notice that Stevie's dress attire became a little more revealing as the days passed.

Then on the last day when she walked into the dining room where we had been studying, wearing a very low-cut, almost transparent white tank top along with the shortest red and black plaid skirt I had ever seen, I just had to comment, "Honey, don't you think that outfit might be a bit too revealing?"

Stevie, standing with her hands on her hips, gave me her typical pouting look and yapped, "So, what are you saying, Daddy? You don't like how I dress, now?"

One thing I've learned over the years is you never honestly comment on how a woman dresses or looks when they ask you a question like that, unless you're prepared to face the consequences afterward, and lied, "No, Cupcake, I didn't mean it that way. You're an adult now, so however you want to dress is your decision. I was referring to what your mother might say if she saw you in that skirt."

Brazenly, Stevie approached the table and braced both her hands on top of it, causing her body to bend forward in the process, almost exposing her obviously-bare breasts to my eyes, and uttered, "Well, Mom isn't here right now, so as long as

you're

okay with it, I don't see the harm, do you?"

I couldn't help but gaze at her hard little nipples jutting out of the light material, and felt my face flush when I realized she caught my glare and only smirked when I replied, "No... I guess I don't, either."

Fuck.

I thought when I felt my dick sinfully begin to harden. Thinking quickly I said, in hopes of getting my mind off of this inappropriate banter I was having with my daughter, "Okay, enough of that. Let's get started."

"Alright, Daddy," Stevie replied, and spiritedly sat in the chair next to me.

Fuck! That day seemed to drag by much slower than usual, and it was becoming harder to control myself from stealing glances at my daughter every time she would adjust herself in the chair. I'm sure I had caught a hint of the white panties that were under that tiny skirt of hers out of the corner of my eye, more than once.

Thankfully I was able to sway my unfatherly indiscretion and finished the last day of studying with my daughter without any more embarrassing behavior on my part.