Up Close, Very Personal

Up Close, Very Personal

Dad left and it was just me and mum in the kitchen. "Let's go up mum, I want a 

little you and me, I'll just hit the shower, I know you went earlier after you got up."

"Are you sure sweetheart, only your dad and I made love earlier, I might not be as clean as I should be."

"Oh mum, don't be silly you've showered, and yes, I know you made love, I heard you earlier, it sounded good and I want to taste you."

"Oh, my goodness. Okay I will be up in a few minutes, my bedroom, okay?"

"Perfect mum, you go up and lay on the bed, your feet at the pillow end, and after my shower, I shall come in and we can enjoy each other."

I went up and left my robe in my bedroom and had a quick shower. I was ready and went to mum's room, she was laying on the bed, her feet on the pillow, her head over the bed end, looking at me upside down. I knelt before her and gently kissed her. "Enjoy mum, enjoy," I whispered and moved slowly down her body. I licked her left nipple, and then chewed a little at her right nipple, my fingers sliding between the lips of her sex.

I sucked at her navel and then moved towards her sex, dropping small kisses on the way, and took a deep breath, inhaling her aroma, unable to detect any hint of her earlier session with dad, before blowing down the crease of her sex and running a finger around her opening. As I enjoyed her sex, I knelt at the end of the bed and rested my fanny on mum's face, her tongue began darting between my lips, sliding into my valley, mmm, lovely, I did the same to her.

I felt her fingers as they pushed slowly inside me, her tongue licking my clitoris, my vagina began to pulse at her touch. I sucked three fingers into my mouth, licked them until they were really wet and then slowly pushed them inside mum, I wanted her to really feel stretched, the way she would have done earlier when dad shagged her. My fingers worked in and out of mum, her fanny clamping my fingers as they moved. I pushed my fingers upwards inside her, and then down, always moving gently in and almost out, whilst I gently lapped at her clitoris, her breath beginning to falter, I felt she was getting close.

My fanny stretched and I felt him, I hadn't heard him enter the room, but he was pushing his cock inside me, mum's fingers already there, I was so stretched. Mum startled as dad entered me, her eyes would have had a real close up of dad as he started shagging me, and I felt her shudder, her breath gasping. She must have felt dad's cock slide along her fingers as he shagged me. 

After a few moments I felt her fingers pull out, oh that was much more comfortable, just leaving my dad's cock inside me, thrusting, pushing deep, pulling back, and thrusting again. I tried to time my fingers inside mum with my dad's thrusting inside me, synchronised as I lightly touched at her clitoris with my tongue.

Dad was going faster, I imagined his balls bouncing off mum, my juices dripping into her head as dad shagged me, the slap sound echoing around must have been loud in mum's ears. I wondered if she were holding his balls as he shagged me, I wondered what was going through her mind as she watched her husband's cock inside her daughter. Mum had stopped licking or touching me, but I hadn't stopped on her. My fingers were still inside her, going at the same pace as dad, my tongue dabbing at her clitoris, a finger on my other hand was gently stroking the small crease of skin behind her sex. I felt dad begin to slow but press deeper, I did the same with my fingers.

He spurted, and again, and again, deep within me, I felt his spurts as he finished, and my fanny clamped and spasmed around him as I finished too, not an explosion, but definitely fireworks. I felt dad's cock slip out of me, I wondered if my fanny dripped his juices onto mum, I tried to squeeze to make sure they did. I felt mum orgasm and her body tense and relax and I heard dad as he left the room, and the shower started. I slowly pulled my fingers out of mum and kissed her fanny before rolling to my side and looking at mum.

Her forehead and eyes were covered in dad's sperms and my juices, her eyes barely open. "Okay mum?" I asked.

"You planned this didn't you?"

"Yes mum, I hope that you don't mind."

"Fuck no." Mum never swears. "That was intense. My hand around his penis inside you as he moved, the skin of your vagina hugging his penis as it moved out, then disappearing as he pushed in. His testicles bashing against my head, the sounds. It was unbelievable, and in my most erotic dreams, I could never have imagined what I have just experienced."

"Well, you did say that you wished you could have seen it when dad shagged me yesterday, so I had a quiet word with dad. He wasn't too sure, but I promised him it would be okay, that he could sneak in, sneak out and let you assimilate what you saw and experienced. I promised him it would be okay. He only agreed because I told him that you wanted to see him do it to me. We planned that he would leave this morning, park around the corner then walk back and quietly let himself in, come upstairs and do as you had wished."

"It was wonderful. Just so erotic, so unbelievably animal. Is he usually like that with you?"

"How you mean mum, like what?"

"Er, well put his penis in, make love, and then leave?"

"No mum," I laughed, "he is just a bit nervous today as he wasn't sure how you would react. I will go to my room now mum, and I suggest that you go and join dad in the shower, show him it is okay."

I got up and went quickly to my room. I would shower later when mum and dad finished. As I lay on my bed, tissue plugging my fanny, I could hear mum and dad in the shower. It sounded like mum was using her hand on dad, I wondered if they would end up shagging, I hoped mum could revive dad enough if that is what she wanted.

Wow. I mean, that was an experience, but one I never wanted to do again. I don't mind going with mum, don't mind dad going with me, I don't mind watching them with each other, but I really don't want to be a third, not with mum and dad, that just messed with my head too much. No amount of mum's hormones would fix that.

After the session this morning, I wanted to get out of the house and leave mum and dad alone with what we had done. I quickly showered and dressed and caught a bus into town. I didn't really have a plan, just, get out, leave them to it. I was drinking a weak latte in Jamaica Java when a voice interrupted.

"You're the lass from thirty-three, aren't you? I live just up the road." I looked up, a man, I guess about the same age as my parents was standing there, a coffee in his hand. He was fatter than dad and had less hair, his clothes were perhaps just a little tired. I nodded a yes.

"I've been meaning to have a word with you, do you mind if I sit a minute?"

"No that's fine," I said wondering what he would want to talk about.

"Only, you live with your mum and dad?" I nodded.

"Can I show you a photo?"

"Okay." I said wondering where on earth this was going.

He fiddled with his phone for a moment then showed me a picture. Shit, how the hell did he have that? It was me and dad, both naked on dad's bed, obviously shagging.

"Why are you showing me porn?" Was all I could think of to say.

"I think we both know that is not porn."

I shrugged, I didn't know where this was heading, I was still a bit stunned that he somehow had a picture of me and dad.

"Here is another," he said, again fiddling with his phone before showing me another. This was me and mum, again naked and obviously having sex.

"Now, I usually don't really care what people do in their own house, but as they are your parents, then I wonder what social services would think? Parents corrupting their daughter. Besides the fact that incest is illegal anyway."

I wasn't sure if it was illegal, I was of age anyway. But if he did go and show this to the social it could get ugly and public and that would be devastating for mum and dad.

"So?" I said.

"I could be persuaded not to go to the social."

"You realise I am at college? I have no money to pay a blackmailer." I was struggling to think straight.

"Why don't I give you a lift back in my car and we can talk about how you can persuade me to keep quiet?"

The journey back to his house, literally a few doors up on the opposite side of the road was quiet. I didn't want to say anything, and he didn't say anymore until we pulled up at his house. "Here we are then, come inside."

I followed him inside his house, and he shut the front door behind me. "Come into the lounge," he said, his house was similar to ours, and I followed him into his front room. He gestured for me to sit down. "Now then," he said as I sat, pulling my skirt tight to my legs, my knees firmly together. "How shall we resolve this?"

"I don't know," I said.

"Well now, as you can see, I live alone, and I don't get the benefit of company such as I saw on the photo's."

"Well, you could always go and meet people or do that swipe right thing." I was feeling right out of my depth.

"I could, yes, but I have you here now, and I would feel very much less inclined to show anyone the photographs if I were suitably entertained."

"What?" Was he saying he wanted me to shag him for his silence?

"You know what I mean girl," he said as he started to undo his shirt, revealing a very hairy chest with man boobs. "You know very well what I mean."

What could I do? I hadn't had time to think, I couldn't see a way out of this, but I really didn't want to do what he wanted. He started to undo his belt. I needed to buy some time so I could think.

"You want me to, you know, use my hand on you?" I hoped that would be all, that he would be happy with that.

"Goodness no girl, I can do that to myself. I want you to do much more, and you can start by taking those provocative clothes off."

I didn't think my clothes were provocative at all, nothing showed, only from my knees down. His trousers were now undone, and he let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them and then removing his shirt, leaving him standing in just his underpants. I got up.

"No," I said, "I am not doing anything with you, I am leaving, and I am going to report you to the police." I walked to the door.

"Okay then, you do that, and when they call round, I shall show them the photos of you with your parents, having sex. I shall say that you sent them to me, and that you said that you wanted some variety, but that I refused and sent you packing. They might not believe my story, but they will for fucking sure investigate you fucking your parents. Now stop being fucking stupid and get over here and suck my cock." 

As I turned to him, he pulled his underpants down. His cock was the smallest I had seen. Not that I have seen that many.

He was right, it would end up being investigated, it would end up being a horror in the papers and on TV.

"Come on girl, get them clothes off, I want to see your cunt." He really was a horrible man. I had no choice. I wondered if I could just get away with sucking him. I pulled my top off and then undid and let my skirt fall, bending to pick it up and put it on his settee with my top. "And the rest girl," he rasped. I undid my bra and then slid down my panties and turned to face him, both naked, one of us wishing it wasn't happening.

I went and was about to kneel before him when his hand darted forward and rubbed between my legs and his pushed a finger inside me. It hurt a little.

"See, you want me girl, I can tell." No, no I didn't, I really didn't. "Bend over the settee."

Oh shit. I turned away and bent forward, resting my hands on the settee, "Come on girl, open your legs," he almost shouted.

I moved my feet further apart and I felt his cock between my legs. "Put it in girl," he said.

I reached underneath and took his cock and rubbed it up and down my valley and then positioned him at my opening and moved my hips back, forcing his cock inside me. He sighed and then started to move. Back and forth, in me and back out. Luckily, he wasn't big enough to cause me discomfort, I just hated the circumstance. I closed my eyes and tried to think of college, it didn't take him long and he finished, just one spurt.

I just wanted to go home and shower him out of me, to wash away what he had left, I could only think of one thing to unsettle him.

"I am fertile today. You didn't use a condom. You may have made me pregnant."

It didn't bother him. "That's okay girl, when your belly gets too big for me to fuck, I'll fuck your arse and then you can use your slut mouth to clean me." He really was repulsive. I had to think of something, this had to stop.

"Now then girl. I will see you tomorrow. You can suck me first and then I will fuck you, then you can suck me hard again and I will fuck you again. We'll really make sure to knock you up slut, now fuck off out of my house, cunt."

I had the beginnings of an idea, finally. I quickly put my top and skirt back on, my underwear went into my bag, and I left his house and went home. I needed to shower him off and out of me, and then I needed to google some images that I could edit. And I would need mum and dad out of the house before I could use the printer. I had a small clean bottle in my dresser, one that you decant liquid makeup into for holiday flights. I opened it and let the rest of him drip out of me into it. 

I wasn't sure why, but it just seemed sensible to hang onto it, just in case, it would back up my idea if the worst came to the worst.

After my shower I managed to find what I needed online, downloaded the documents and images, and used photoshop to alter the images and then printed them off. I was ready. I wouldn't really be able to stop him, if he really wanted to keep at me, but I had a plan that I hoped would work.

That night as I lay in bed daydreaming of Jase, I heard mum and dad shagging, I don't think they bother closing their door anymore. Luckily, they didn't ask me to join in with them. There were dots on every day on my calendar, some days, in fact most days, had more than one dot. None of the dots included my involvement.

I chatted with mum and dad over breakfast, my mind mostly on my plans, but still trying to ensure I responded sensibly to their chitter chat. I waited a while after they had gone, went through my printouts again, put on an old pair of panties, an old top, and an old skirt. Not knowing how this would go I didn't want to risk any new clothes.

He answered as soon as I knocked on his door. "I knew you would come back for a proper fuck," were his words of greeting. 

I followed him in and into his front room again. He pulled his top off and his trousers down, no underwear, he was naked. "Come on girl, you know what to do."

I knelt before him and leant forward; his cock didn't have the nicest aroma. I took his balls in my hand and gently squeezed.

"Careful girl, not too hard." he said. I squeezed a little harder.

"Now I have your attention you bastard," I said, "don't move or I will rip your balls off with my bare hands. I am going to tell you what you don't know."

I looked up, his face was red, and I knew I had his attention. "Those are not my parents. In my bag I have papers that prove who I am, that they are not my parents, that I am in fact three years older than you think. I came to stay with them when I was much younger after my parents were killed and I had no relatives, but I had missed three years of school, so I just pretended I was younger than I was so I could finish school. They took me in. I am a fully grown woman not related to them and I can have sex with any one I want."

His face looked angry; I squeezed his balls a little tighter. "When you came in me yesterday you mixed your DNA with mine in a way that can only happen in sex. When I got home, I cleaned myself out and put all your disgusting stuff in a jar, ready for the police. In a moment, when I let go of your balls, I shall rip my underwear, just the way it would be ripped in a rape. More evidence for the police. When I go to the police, I shall tell them that you kept following me, trying to take photo's up my skirt on the bus, so much so, that I stopped going upstairs on the bus. I shall tell them that we often thought that we heard a drone outside our windows." I had no idea how he took those photographs; it was all I could think of; it was a guess.

I squeezed just a little tighter, the colour seemed to drain from his face. "Now then, are you going to delete those photographs?" I tweaked his balls a little, he nodded. "Are you ever going to bother me again?" He shook his head mouthing a 'no'. I had my fake paperwork ready in case he called my bluff, he didn't.

I still had his balls tight in my hand. I reached up under my skirt with my other hand and pulled hard at my old panties, we both heard them rip. "There," I said, "along with your disgusting sperm from yesterday that is evidence of rape, and I have put an old bra that I tore into your wheelie bin and pushed it right to the bottom." I lifted my top enough to show him I wasn't wearing a bra. "I will tell the police that when I managed to get away, I couldn't find my bra, that it must still be here. That will really convince them. So, am I ever going to hear from you again?"

He shook his head vigorously. I still really wanted to pay him back so I squeezed his balls as hard as I could, really with all my strength and I held them tight, not letting go. His knees sagged, and he gagged. I let go and stepped away, I didn't want him to vomit on me. He fell to the floor, gagging, holding his balls.

I turned away and left running, leaving his door open, and I made a point of looking like I was crying and clutching at my clothes. I wanted to look for all the world like a rape victim in case any neighbours happened to be looking out. Of course, I hadn't hidden a bra in his wheelie bin, but I knew today was fortnightly bin day and his bin was probably full, and it would serve him right trying to find a non-existent bra in it with two weeks food and other waste.

It was a gamble. I didn't know if it would work, but I didn't know any gangsters to help me out, that had been a silly first thought, quickly dismissed, I didn't want to involve my parents, they would only worry, and of course I was their child and of course I wasn't three years older. It was from a story I had read long ago on an online girl’s forum; it had been based on truth, I adapted it and hoped he was stupid and scared enough to believe it.

At home I showered, not that he had touched me, but I had touched him, and I wanted to cleanse myself of him completely. I put my little bottle and the clothes from today into a bag and pushed them to the back of my wardrobe. I hoped that I would never need them.

Jase came round after lunch, he had a few hours before he had to go to work. I decided to make up another story for him, it would take my mind off the events of the morning.

"My dad shagged me again this morning."

"Oh wow, was your mum around?"

"I don't think so, I think she had gone to work. I had just showered and was sitting on my bed wearing just my robe. Dad tapped the door and walked in."

"Okay, didn't he wait?"

"No, he just walked in. It seems we all leave our doors open now. Anyway, as I turned to speak to him my robe gaped, he would have had an eyeful of my boobies."

"No man could resist," He said as he reached across and fondled my left boob, opening my robe, seeing that I was naked beneath it.

"He pushed me back and I lay down, my robe covering one boob, but leaving the rest of me visible."

"And open," Jase said, his hand moving down to my crotch. I lay back and continued to speak.

"He ran a finger down between the lips of my sex, running along the floor of my valley."

"Like this?" Jase asked as he ran a finger between the lips of my sex, my valley floor seemingly wet to his touch.

"Yes," I whispered. I regained composure and continued with my story. "His finger moved up and then down to my opening and he pushed inside me a little and his finger moved around."

Jase moved his finger up and then down to my opening and then he pushed inside me a little and his finger moved around in circles inside me.

"Yes, just like that," I gasped.

"As his finger moved around inside me, I heard him undoing his zip with his other hand. His finger inside me began pushing deeper." My fantasy was unfolding.

I felt Jase's finger deeper inside me, his palm pushing against my lips, pressing into my valley. I heard him pull his shorts down.

"Dad removed his finger, leaving me feeling empty and wanting, he stood and pushed off his trousers and underpants. I could see his hard cock, ready, wanting."

Jase slipped his finger out and moved his hand away from me, stood up and pushed his shorts and underpants off. I could see his beautiful hard cock, a small bead of white at the end.

"Dad leant over me, his cock touching my sex, he steadied himself with one hand, and used his other to rub his cock up and down my valley then position it at my opening."

Jase leant over me, his cock touching my sex, he steadied himself with one hand, and used his other to rub his cock up and down my valley then position it at my opening and began to slowly push in.

"Dad pushed in and then started move, in deep, back to almost out, in deep, almost out. My fanny gripped him, it wanted him inside me."

Jase started move, in deep, back to almost out, in deep, almost out, faster and harder. My fanny gripped him, it wanted him inside me. I felt Jase's cock rub against my wrinkle inside, I felt him when he reached my depth and pushed my inside, I felt him as his belly pressed my clitoris.

"I felt dad's cock rub against my wrinkle inside, I felt him when he reached my depth and pushed my insides, I felt him as his belly pressed my clitoris, I felt his every movement as he shagged his daughter's fanny."

Jase shagged as hard as he ever had, pressing deep inside me, his cock stretching my fanny , his balls slapping my thighs, I gasped, any thoughts of continuing my fiction evaporated as Jase took over my body. 

"Oh god yes Jase," I mumbled, the slap of his shagging loud in my ears, and as I felt his spurts, my bottom clinched, my fanny spasmed and gripped his cock, and the jolts spread from my fanny to my navel, to my nipples and my orgasm rolled through my body, me shaking, stuttering, mumbling and slowly, once more, breathing.

"Dad finished inside me," I managed, "and his cock slowly slid out, making a slurping noise as it fell."

Jase's cock was still hard and was still inside me.

"Dad got up and collected his clothes, blew me a kiss and left, leaving me with a gaping fanny dripping his sperms and my juices, them puddling on the bed beneath me.

Jase began to move again, his still hard cock sliding in my fanny, his sperms escaping along the side of his cock. Faster and harder he moved, my body unable to react, I was spent from my orgasm, I lay there as Jase shagged me to his completion, I barely felt his spurts, I just lay there.

"That was hot," Jase said. "Hotter than me fucking mum again."

I didn't want the story, not if I were to participate, I was too done in. "Tell me tomorrow baby," I said, "You've done me in just now."

"What did dad say, mum?" We were alone in the kitchen, dad was out.

"What did dad say when sweetheart?" Mum asked.

"After, you know, yesterday, when you joined him in the shower, or later, you know, what did he say? Was he okay about it?"

"Oh, okay sweetheart, he was fine, just a little nervous about how I would react, you know, he said it was one thing for me to know you and he are having sex, it is quite another for me to actually see it."

"And him to see us doing it mum, that must have taken him a little aback."

"Yes. He said it had messed with his brain. I kind of tried to show him that I loved him in the shower and then again in the bedroom."

"How mum?"

"Natalie Marie, there are somethings that we don't talk about."

"Why mum? After what we did with each other, with dad, why are there things we don't talk about? So, how mum?"

"Oh, I suppose you are right. I used my hand on his penis in the shower, and then when we went back to the bedroom, I used my mouth on him if you really must know. And then when he was ready, I sat on him and put him inside me, and we rocked a gentle love together."

"Okay mum, and how do you feel about it, now later, after all is done?"

"I don't want to do that again. I don't want you and me and dad in the same bed together making love. I don't mind you and dad, I don't mind me and you, but I absolutely prefer me and your dad. And I absolutely do not ever want to see dad making love to you. I cannot unsee what I saw."

"I am sorry mum, I thought it was what you wanted to see."

"Oh, sweetheart, no, you did right, but I just don't want to see it again."

"Okay mum, I love you."

"I love you too Natalie, I love you too."