I’ve always been the pervert in every relationship I’ve been in. Exploring new kinks, new ideas, always pushing limits for myself and the girls I happened to be with. Any kink you could name, I likely enjoyed it, or at the very least tried it out at some point. Unfortunately beginning relationships on such sexual grounds led to a lot of heartbreak and not a ton of monogamy (or at least when I wanted it to). It wasnt until I met Tara that I instead chose to keep these things private. Tara was way out of my league. Tall, long pale legs, an ass that looked perfect in any pair of jeans, an asset from her high school track days. I knew guys would hit her up left and right. But most importantly, Tara was incredibly shy, gullible, and inexperienced. She was like a delicate flower I had to care for and cultivate. This led me to become a saint in every day life, and a sexual deviant online. I didn’t have any way of keeping the balance. It all felt very secretive. But it kept Tara from thinking I was a total freak, which of course I knew, I very much was.
A few weekends out of the year, the girl and I would head out to visit her dad. He was single, divorced, her mom had left him years back and had another family somewhere in Europe. I never met her. As far as Tara was concerned, she was dead to her for hurting dad. We’d spend the weekend awkwardly caring for the old man. It took a few weekends for me to notice, but there was a weird tension every visit. Like the dad avoiding any sort of physical contact with Tara, while she begged for his affection. He’d get up in fright every time I walked in the room and caught them chatting. My pervy tingle was tingling, alright. Tara was a total babe, you couldn’t not look at her. We went out for dinner a few times and I’d hang back. And I always noticed the old man, staring directly at Tara’s perfectly shaped ass. He’d shake it off, as if feeling guilty about it. This was now a newfound rush for me, trying to get them into situations to make him notice her. Having her wear different clothes, different dresses or jeans, with resounding success. The old man was just as obsessed with her as I was. And I was immediately into it.
In my usual kinkiness, the weekends would end with us driving back home, me fucking Tara’s brains out, all while thinking about the old man. Nothing else could make me hard anymore. Nothing else seemed appetizing. I started offering to drive us to meet the her dad more and more, all on the pretense that he needed the company, and that he seemed lonely. Tara ate it all up. I’d help pick out her outfits imagining what he’d like. He seemed to be a big fan of her in yoga pants. Who wouldn’t? Tara was happier to see her dad, and she spent the weekends now curled up beside him watching tv, as I sat back drinking and observing. She thanked me for our new family routine.
Unfortunately, like every obsession, it hungered for more. I knew I could never convince her to roleplay with me, let alone fuck her dad. Roleplaying of any kind was always a hard no for her. I couldn’t think clearly anymore. Her dad needed to experience that same rush of mine, at least I had to find out if he’d be interested. No one would be hurt, and we could both enjoy Tara. When you’re horny, things have a way of seeming logical. Like you could walk up to any stranger and exchange shit openly. My dick was ignoring the fact incest is a highly taboo subject. I was determined to let him explore Tara a bit, and In a drunk moment out with friends, I texted him the following. He didn’t respond till the next day.
[First Text](https://imgur.com/a/hYrrOp9)
He didn’t respond the rest of that week. I was worried somehow it’d get back to Tara, but I could always play it off as a drunk joke. I was already joking around saying I had drunk texted her dad, but she never asked for specifics. That next weekend, her dad seemed more observant than usual. Like he had been given a pass. I held her close a few times and let him have a good look of the new romper she had on. At one point, I held her close and he hugged her from behind. She smiled as we rocked her back and forth. I was rock hard. Tara was sweet, and never thought much of it. We had a few beers on our own that night and chatted a bit about everything. He hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. He missed having Tara around the house. I joked around saying he could borrow her whenever, just to bring her back by midnight. That last joke must’ve been it, because his texts blew up that following week.
[Second Text](https://imgur.com/a/KSMogUE)
I did what I said I would. I washed her pants a few times, and by Friday, Tara was complaining about getting fat. I reassured her and told her she looked fantastic. She almost tried leaving the black jeans behind, but I insisted. No way she was leaving them. I needed my eye candy for the weekend. And so did her dad. As soon as we got there Friday night, they hugged for a bit longer than appropriate, and his hands roamed down her back, almost tipping on that ass territory. He seemed thankful I arranged the jeans, and now freely looked her up and down. Again, I’m rock hard, fully enjoying how this is developing. We would usually pick him up to go grab a bite, but he said he had cooked for us tonight instead. We each grabbed a plate, I grabbed some booze and made my way to the living room to watch tv, and I see Tara is already sitting on dad’s lap on the center couch. I’m a bit taken aback by how less effort this is taking, but I’m not complaining. For the rest of the night, I’m sipping down some beers, occasionally look back to see dad’s hands roaming around tight little Tara. Her arms were locked around him, and her face nudged under his chin. Anyone else present, they would’ve thought this whole thing highly inappropriate. But I loved the setup, it was all hot and kinda cute. A few beers down and I ask Tara to bed, but she says no. She’s gonna stick back and wrap up the movie with dad. The old man gives her a good spank on the thigh, still holding her in his arms, and says “That’s my girl. Go on ahead, Mike. I got her” I felt a bit left out. But this is basically what I wanted, I guess. I said goodnight and bailed.
I woke up hours later to muffled moans and whispered sounds. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My heart raced as I made my way to the door, I had left it open, and I creep over in the dark to the living room. All lights are off at this point beside the TV. And the light from the TV is glaring right at them. Tara riding down George on his lap, her arms around his shoulders as theyre making out. His hands gripped onto her ass, and he’s ramming her down onto him, really just laying it on her. He was massive. My wildest dream was right in front of me. I pulled my dick out, right there in the hallway, observing my girlfriend just getting railed. Her black jeans were on the floor, a few feet in front of them. Her shirt was lifted just high enough over her tits so they’d be brushing up against his beard every second of it. In her position, she should’ve been the one fucking him, but he wasn’t having any of that. He had her down to rights based on his hold of her. “That’s it, Tara.. That’s it..” he kept muttering. You could barely make out the hand prints on her ass as he squeezed her. It was like he was unloading years and years right into her. She’d occasionally reach down to his arms, as if wanting him to slow down or stop, only to be brushed away. I couldn’t make out anything she was saying to him, but that didn’t really matter. He now held her waist with one hand, and ran his fingers over her asshole with the other. “That’s it, sweetie.. That’s it..” he kept sushing her. It’s as if he had this planned for years.
After I came twice, I went back to bed dazed and in love. I was so proud of of this entire scenario. And proud of the old man for taking initiative. When Tara came back to bed, she wobbled into the covers as best she could, and held me. We never said a word about it, but I knew. I texted George congrats on Monday, and told him I’d bring her back next Friday.
He asked if she could spend a night in his bed next time. And wondered if I could have her shaved.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cjzlqg/sharing_with_the_old_man