Part one; [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r5rwzh/the_car_incident_incest_fetish/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r5rwzh/the_car_incident_incest_fetish/)
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What is happening, honey ? Are you feeling well? Worried Lydia, her mom.
Was she well? Helen couldn’t really say. She felt a mixture of emotions that she didn’t really want to dissect yet. From the corner of her eyes, she saw her dad passing alongside her, and lowered her head. She was definitely NOT ready to meet his eyes…
– It’s ok, mum, she answered in a reassuring tone. I’ll be fine. The hike was a bit…intense, I guess, she said softly.
She could feel her dad’s eyes on her neck like a burning. Intense, she chuckled inside. Queen of euphemisms, aren’t you, she thought to herself again.
– Oh, okay, said Lydia. Go take your shower, your dad will go after, she added.
*Yeah,* thought Helen. *Not during, of course,* she added internally, feeling a weird heat in her belly. She jumped from her chair, climbed the wooden stairs two by two, and threw herself on her bed. *What the fuck*, she thought. What the fuck did just happened? She undressed slowly, trying to put away her knickers full of pee as far possible from her, directly in the dirty clothes basket.
Inside the shower cubicle, she sighed and paused, enjoying the warm water on her butt. She cupped her breasts, washing carefully between them. She closed her eyes, trying to remember exactly what had happened. She wanted to pee, and…. Her dad had unbuckled his belt, ordered her to jump on him, and made her pee on his knees. *Well…Not only his knees,* she remembered with shame, her cheeks blushing. She couldn’t help but feeling his hard… cock under her butt, and the shameful liquid that had travelled to his pants, probably wetting his cock in the process. *Oh my god,* she thought. *You are a dirty girl! Stop it,* she whispered to herself, unsure of what to do with these memories.
What she also remembered too well was the look on his face while she was peeing on him. One second, she had turned to meet his eyes, unsure of what was happening; his eyes were closed, and she definitely heard a moan. *Like… Like he was enjoying it,* she thought with both fury and shame. O*h, don’t be like that,* her little internal voice said. Be honest. *You liked it as well. Otherwise, why would your insides feel so hard that it’s almost painful?* Without thinking, she brought the shower head a bit closer. The warm water felt so good on her belly button, her thighs, her…clitoris? She approached the shower head even closer.
Helen had tried, in the past, to masturbate. But most of the time, she had felt absolutely nothing. She was wet, but only from the lube she used to apply. Sometimes her fingers felt good, but it was just a tingle. Nothing compared to the amazing orgasms that some women seemed to have on TV. Or her girlfriends… Nope, Helen didn’t have anything to contribute to such discussions. Maybe she was broken? Like, not functional at this place. But for the first time, she felt more than a tingle. She increased the temperature and massaged her vagina lips with the shower head. It felt nice, for sure… Sensations of her warm pee came back, and the contact between her wet pussy and her dad’s wet pants… She tried to tease her clitoris with her finger, but the feeling left as soon as it had come. Fuck, she thought.
Helen’s dad POV
Lydia was acting strange: she must have felt my sexual nervousness because she jumped on me right after the shower. Each light touch to my dick in the shower brought burning memories to my mind, but I suppressed them as soon as they were popping. *Don’t be like that. Don’t be a perv,* I had thought. I could feel Helen’s skin on my jeans, I could see her breast. I could feel her warm, delicious pee invading my jeans and finally, fucking finally, touching my dick. I was still consumed from the load I had shot in the car, and felt horribly guilty, so I tried to avoid jerking off as much as I could.
But Lydia had other plans. I felt her small hands on my butt as soon as I took the towel. My dick grew immediately under her delicate touch.
– Feeling frisky, aren’t we, I said, unsure of how to react.
– Who wouldn’t, she replied with her puppy eyes.
Oh god. Puppy eyes meant blowjob. I knew that, and I loved it. This wouldn’t happen often, but when it did…Yeah, I was a lucky dude. She kneeled before me and opened her lovely mouth. Her mouth felt immediately good, her warm tongue traveling on my shaft. Softly, I took her hair and started to guide her, until I picked the pace and made her gaggle. She loved it, I knew that; she loved to cover my dick with her saliva, coating it fondly with her hand. *Dear god,* I thought.
In my head, obscene pictures were coming to life: Lydia’s hair became longer, and thinner… Just like those of my baby girl Helen…I was holding Helen’s hair in my hand while she was blowing me, and it was fucking amazing.
– Fuck, I’m coming, I spurted suddenly.
– Are we now? Already? She asked, removing her mouth from my shaft, creating a delicious disappointment.
– Well, I thought I would, I replied with a comic tone.
– Why are we so aroused, tonight? Did something happen?
– Erm… what do you mean?
– Well, I don’t know, said my wife, sitting on the bed, her shirt open.
I looked at her wordlessly, not knowing where she was heading to.
– I know you. By heart. And I can tell when something…or someone…is arousing my husband. I deserve to know, she said with an imperious tone.
Oh. Her dominatrix voice…
– I… I’m not sure, I said carefully.
I knew that lying wouldn’t take me anywhere. She was right: she knew me to well. And I didn’t want to hide anything from her. But how could I talk about what happened in the car? I felt so much shame that I turned my head.
– That bad, huh, she replied with curiosity.
– What is happening to you, I said in a pathetic attempt to change the subject. I didn’t feel you very interested in sex these last months, I confessed, taking her hand in mine.
– Well, I know that. I’m sorry. It’s just… hard to mix it all. I know I’m a bad wife. But when you came home tonight, you looked so excited, I hadn’t seen this look on your face for a while. So, I’m rightfully curious, aren’t I? she chuckled.
– You’re not a bad wife, I replied immediately, kissing her. It’s ok not to feel like it once in a while. It’s fine. And you seemed all dominatrix tonight…
– So, will you tell me what caused that fire? You know I’m open-minded, she said while sitting above me, taking my chin in her hands.
I felt my dick growing. I couldn’t resist her dominatrix character.
– I’m only processing it myself, I confessed. It…happened, and I still don’t know what to think of it. I feel ridden with guilt. Not towards you, I added in a thin voice.
– Who, then? She replied, full of curiosity.
– I…really can’t, I said with a pleading tone, my dick growing.
She lowered her hand to my dick, and started pressing it just the way I liked, on the tip. Oh… I moaned.
– Will you tell me now? Or should I tease you until you die?
She started licking it with small licks, sending electrical signals of pleasure at each lap. I closed my eyes. I felt ready to burst.
– Please, stop, I whimpered.
– Only if you tell me, she replied sharply, rubbing her breasts against my dick.
– I… promise me not to be disgusted at me. Please, swear it, I said.
I knew I couldn’t win.
– I promised, she said with a big slurp on my balls. How have you been dirty today?
I closed my eyes and confessed miserably. She listened closely, not saying anything. Her silence was worrying, but I could see a sparkle in her eyes. What did it mean? I had no idea. With a timid hand, I brought my hand to her pussy. Very wet pussy…
– You like it, I exhaled.
– I…. Maybe I do, after all, she said softly, rubbing her clit.
I couldn’t detach my eyes from her. My cock was bursting pre-cum.
– Tell me what you would do to her. If it was her, and not me, right now.
– I… Do you really?..
– You better start, or my orgasm will definitely leave, she warned with a dangerous tone.
Lydia’s orgasms were sacred. I had to comply!
– I would take off her little nightgown, the blue one. I would… take it off without asking. I would twist her nipples between my fingers. I would ask her to kneel…
– Oh, we feeling dominant towards your little girl? You want your baby girl to suck your dick?
I closed my eyes for a few seconds and felt Lydia’s hand on my shaft.
– I want her to lick my dick in her tiny mouth, I want her to take it fully. I want her to feel my dick growing.
Lydia kneeled down herself and started sucking. Oh, my fucking god, I thought.
– I would make her suck on my dick, while I finger her little pussy. I would also massage her little clit…I want to hear her scream my name…I want to fuck her rough, like a dirty slut…
Lydia was actively masturbating and couldn’t take it more. She chocked on my dick, transported by the strength of her orgasm.
– Oh my, she said after a little while. We need to make her come in this room, she exclaimed.
At that moment, my sperm erupted brutally on her breast and I could barely contain my moans.
– Fuck Lydia, yes, fuck yes….
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So? yay or nay? it’s a slow burn, but things will move :)
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