Although there was incest in an earlier chapter, cousins, this one has more. Direct family incest. If that bothers you, if you do not like incest stories, sorry. I knew this line was going to be crossed eventually, it had always been planned that way. For those who don't mind a bit of incest, enjoy.
May December part 6
Chapter 1-Canceled Event:
So, it's my turn to take the reins of the story again. This is David. Our next planned party didn't pan out. Marsha caught the flu, and Pete was away on business, so we decided to postpone it. Marsha was too sick to have anyone near her, especially since I hadn't had my flu shot until a few days after she got ill. So, I asked Delilah to come over and help, and she was happy to lend a hand.
Meanwhile, Richard was looking for a new place for him and Delilah to live in. Near us, so parties would be easier to schedule. We were watching TV, Delilah and me when Marsha rang her little bell up in the master bedroom. "Your fiancee is a demanding wench, David."
I chuckled as she got up from the couch and went up the stairs and to the master bedroom. Meanwhile, my cell phone rang, it was my daughter. "Emily, what's up?"
"I heard your soon-to-be blushing bride was not feeling well. I bet it has been a few days and you are going stir-crazy."
"Yes, she's sick, but I think I will live. What's on your mind, you can't be calling about that. What is it you need my very smart-ass daughter?"
"Well, here is the thing... Let me ask, where have you been sleeping since Marsha became sick?"
"Your old room, Emily. I have been sleeping in your old room. This is my house, you know."
"I didn't mean you could not sleep in my old room. What I am saying, is what if I send over a surprise for you? One you might enjoy very much. That is if you want this surprise."
"Emily, are you teasing me? May I ask do you have in mind for your father?"
"If I told you it would not be much of a surprise. So, do you want this surprise or not?"
David replied to his daughter, "Fine, what do I have to do? I mean, how do I prepare for this surprise of yours?"
"Simple, got to bed by nine. You should be showered, with a nice cologne on. Clean for your surprise. I hope you understand. Oh! Wear something very sexy. Also, wait in the bed, I know cousin Delilah is there, have her answer the door."
"You do realize you are talking to your father?"
"I do, don't be such a prude, Dad."
Chapter 2-Crossing the Line:
I had no idea what my daughter had in mind, but I followed her instructions and waited in the bedroom in my black underwear, underneath my covers. The doorbell rang and as I had left the bedroom door open, I could hear two distant voices, though I could not make out the words. I did hear laughter, and I have to be honest, my cock was already rigid as I heard footsteps climb the stairs.
The person who walked into my room was an absolute vision. A beauty, with long dark locks. Five feet seven inches tall wearing a sexy white low-cut nightgown with cleavage that showed off her amazing Double-d cup breasts. Although she was facing me, I remembered her round ass with wide hips that I could not help but stare at each time I saw her. Her eyes are very dark brown, with hooded eyelids that add to her beauty. She has thick and sensuous lips on a narrow face, with symmetrically matching nostrils, and a very small tip to her perfect nose. This was Diane, my daughter's girlfriend. In her hand, she had some ropes and some wrist restraints. Diane was twirling a rope with her right hand, the other she carried over her shoulder. "Okay, David. Are you ready to be my slave for a while? I know it is not your usual thing, but I would really like it if you would let me tie you up."
Okay, unlike some of the other guys, the idea of a woman taking control did not completely bother, or scare me. I grinned at her and replied, "If we are going to have some fun tonight, I will do whatever my mistress wants of me."
Diane smiled. This lovely young woman came to the bed and very quickly had my arms in the wrist restraints. Very quickly she did the same for my ankles, and I was loosely strapped to the bed, my cock at full attention tenting my black underwear. Next Diane put a blindfold on me. She made absolutely certain that I could not see.
But, I felt it as she pressed a knife against my thigh. It was right below the leg of my underwear and she pressed it, causing a small cut on my leg. "What are you doing, Diane?" I asked honestly a bit frightened, I mean I realized she was cutting me.
"Oh, shut up slave. Tonight you are our toy. Do you understand?" I started to say something, but she cut me off, "Shut up! Tonight you will do as you are told, get it!" She had raised her voice and sounded very serious, so I decided my best bet was to just shut up.
Next, she used that knife to cut off one side of my underwear and pulled them to one side, revealing my cock. She grabbed my cock and began to stroke it, teasing me, not that I was complaining. There was something about the way she stroked me, the way she squeezed my cock not so hard. I wanted to say something, but I did not. I knew it would get me in trouble, so I refrained from commentary.
She stopped. "So, how was that, David? Did you like it?"
Playing my part I replied, "Am I allowed to speak now, Mistress?"
"Yes, you may answer. Make sure you answer nicely, I don't want to have to punish you."
First of all, it surprised me how she was acting. She was enjoying dominating me, and though I liked it, I found it amazing. "Yes, of course, Mistress. I love the attention you are giving me."
Just then I felt a woman straddle me. Now, Diane had said we, so I knew that there was another woman in the room. Diane's voice had come a bit from my left and this woman was right on top of me. Diane then said, "Enjoy the pussy that is coming your way, I am sure you will love it." The woman, whomever she was, placed her hands on my chest and straddled my cock. She began to slide back and forth on my rigid manhood, her juices flowing around it. She still had not spoken. It was Diane who said, "Do you want to be inside that pussy?"
I knew who it was. But I did not want to stop her. My daughter had straddled me and was running her pussy back and forth on my cock. How did I know? A father knows the smell of his own daughter. Or maybe it was perhaps instinct. I simply knew this was my Emily. This was a line. This was the last line. Did I want this? Did I want to cross this line? "Y-yes, I want to be inside that pussy. Oh, god yes, Emily, f-fuck me."
